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her-satanic-wiles · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 12 - Bukkake

Secondo & His Ghouls x Reader

Secondo decides to give his Ghouls a treat and they all attend art class - the canvas, however, is you.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 4.7k.

Reading Time: 19 min.

Warnings: bukkake, masturbation, mentions of orgies, nipple play, semi-public

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You didn’t hear them enter—their footsteps hushed against the cold, hard floor—until Secondo slowly peeled away the blindfold, unveiling a world of tantalising possibilities. You found yourself at the centre of his art studio, the very heart of his creative sanctuary, your body bare and vulnerable, poised on your knees like a living canvas. All eyes were on you, exposed and eager, ready to be transformed by the artistry of desire.

Secondo’s gaze burned into you, a smouldering mixture of possessiveness and adoration. You were his muse, his greatest masterpiece, and now it seemed, the prized possession of his Ghouls, who stood behind him, anticipation palpable in the air. You had long spoken of your cravings—how the absence of the Ministry’s wild orgies left an ache within you, a longing for hands exploring your skin and bodies pressing against yours in a frenzy of need.

Secondo had listened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and desire as he toyed with the idea of sharing you. At first, you thought he was teasing, but as he outlined his intentions—carefully negotiating boundaries while igniting your fantasies—you realised the truth: your beloved was poised to give you everything your heart craved, a lavish feast of pleasure that would leave you utterly consumed.

Now, the Ghouls and Papa had you completely surrounded, a circle of lust and desire encasing you like a living, breathing sculpture. The six men gazed upon your form with pure hunger in their eyes, their arousal barely concealed beneath their flowing robes. You could almost feel the heat radiating off them, a palpable energy that thrummed in the air, igniting every nerve in your body.

Each gaze was a caress, exploring you from head to toe, drinking in your vulnerability and your eagerness. Their expressions were a blend of reverence and primal desire, and you knew they wanted this just as much as you did. You were their canvas, ready to be painted in shades of ecstasy and pleasure, and the knowledge made your heart race.

The soft rustle of fabric and the barely suppressed sounds of their excitement only heightened your anticipation. You could feel the weight of their attention, heavy yet intoxicating, stirring a deep longing within you. Secondo stood at the helm, his commanding presence a reminder of your surrender. He was the maestro of this symphony of bodies, orchestrating the scene with a knowing smile that sent shivers down your spine.

You shifted slightly, your skin tingling under their collective gaze, every inch of you craving the touch of their hands, the warmth of their bodies pressing against yours. They were not just spectators; they were hungry artists ready to leave their mark on you. You were no longer just a figure in the room; you were the epicentre of their desires, and the world outside ceased to exist.

With each passing moment, the tension in the air thickened, drawing you deeper into the vortex of lust that surrounded you. You were ready to be claimed, to surrender to the beautiful chaos that awaited, knowing that this was just the beginning of an exquisite journey into pleasure and abandon.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, amore?” Secondo murmured, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, sending delightful shivers coursing through your body. The warmth of his breath against your skin ignited a flame of desire deep within you, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

As if reading your mind, one of his gloved hands began to explore, gently tracing the curves of your naked form. His fingers glided over your skin with a featherlight touch, teasing you with soft caresses that ignited every nerve ending. Each stroke was electric, sending tingles radiating through you, building a delicious tension that left you craving his every touch.

The contrast of the cool leather against your warm flesh heightened your senses, and you couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped your lips. You leaned into him instinctively, seeking more of his exquisite torment, relishing the way he took his time, exploring you as if you were the most precious of treasures.

His hand glided to one of your breasts, his fingers circling around your hardened nipple, teasing and tugging with a deftness that made your breath hitch. Each gentle squeeze and playful flick sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body, coaxing soft mewls of longing from your lips. You could feel the heat pooling deep within you, a primal need awakening as he toyed with your senses.

“You wanted to be fucked, sì?” he purred, his voice rich with desire, drawing closer so that his words brushed against your ear. “You wanted to be worshipped?” His gaze was smouldering, filled with a dark hunger that matched the fevered ache building inside you.

With every gentle pull of your nipple, you felt more vulnerable, more alive, utterly at his mercy. Your mind raced, a swirl of fantasies and delicious anticipation as you recalled the whispered confessions you’d shared—the aching desire to be enveloped by the warmth of many hands, to surrender yourself entirely.

“My Ghouls have wanted you for a long time,” Secondo continued, his tone both teasing and commanding, each word laced with promise. “Will you spread your legs for them and give them what you all so desperately want?”

The question hung in the air, thick with tension, and the thought sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins. Your heart raced at the idea of fulfilling those unspoken desires, the thought of being worshipped by the six eager Ghouls igniting your senses further. You bit your lip, torn between the delicious shyness of your vulnerability and the overwhelming thrill of surrendering completely to the moment.

The room pulsed with anticipation, a collective breath held as you weighed his words. You could feel their hunger, the raw need emanating from them like a powerful tide. It was a call to abandon all hesitation, a beckoning to step into a realm of pleasure where you would be the focal point of their desires, the embodiment of everything they craved.

“D-do you want it, Papa?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper yet laced with need. You already knew the answer; he’d made his desires abundantly clear in the hushed conversations you’d shared weeks ago. But you craved to hear him say it—to have that deep, rich Italian accent wrap around the words, declaring his hunger for you as he prepared to share you with his Ghouls.

His eyes darkened with lust as he leaned closer, his breath a tantalising whisper against your ear. “You know I do, tesoro,” he replied, the sultry timbre of his voice sending shivers racing down your spine. “There is nothing I want more than to watch my subordinates touch themselves to you?”

The weight of his words hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere around you. The thought of him witnessing every moment, every thrust, every expression of unrestrained desire on your face, made your heart race with exhilaration. You could almost feel the heat radiating from the Ghouls, their anticipation palpable as they leaned in closer, ready to indulge in the delicious scene unfolding before them.

Secondo’s gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity that made your knees weak. “You are mine, and I will share you,” he continued, his voice low and commanding. “But it’s you who will decide how far you wish to go. Will you let them worship you, let them take you? Will you give yourself to the pleasure we all crave?”

His words wrapped around you like a silken thread, binding you to the moment. You felt exhilarated and terrified, caught in the throes of anticipation. The studio, once a space for art, now felt like a sanctuary for your deepest desires, a canvas ready to be filled with the strokes of pleasure and surrender.

“Touch yourself for us, amore,” Secondo requested, his voice low and sultry, a seductive command that sent a thrill coursing through you. The intensity of his gaze held you captive, his dark eyes gleaming with an unmistakable hunger as he raised his hand to his mouth, the glistening spit landing on his fingers with a soft, satisfying sound.

The sight ignited a primal fire within you, a rush of excitement flooding your senses. You felt a flush of heat wash over your body, the air thick with anticipation as his desire echoed through the room. The Ghouls watched, their eyes glued to you, eager and hungry, their collective breaths holding the weight of unspoken promises.

With a tremour of exhilaration, you lifted your hands, letting them glide down your body. Your fingers danced along your curves, exploring the softness of your skin as you succumbed to the delicious thrill of vulnerability. You could feel their eyes on you, their gazes burning into you like a caress, urging you to let go and embrace the pleasure.

As you moved, you could sense the intensity growing, a magnetic pull drawing you deeper into the moment. Each touch ignited sparks of pleasure, a delightful reminder of your body’s power to awaken desire. You circled your fingertips over your breasts, teasingly pinching your nipples, letting out soft gasps that mingled with the hushed murmurs of approval from the Ghouls.

Secondo watched intently, his fingers glistening with his saliva as he grinned, clearly enjoying the show. “That’s it, tesoro,” he urged, his voice a low rumble of encouragement. “Show us how much you crave it. Let them see what they’re in for.”

You felt a rush of exhilaration at his words, a surge of confidence swelling within you. You intensified your movements, letting your fingers slip lower, tracing the delicate contours of your body until they brushed against the heat between your thighs. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch as you continued to tease and explore.

Every stroke, every gasp was an invitation, a promise of the ecstasy that awaited. The Ghouls leaned in closer, their own arousal evident in the way they shifted, eager to experience the depths of your longing.

As you surrendered to the exquisite pleasure of your own touch, the Ghouls and Secondo followed suit, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of your desire. Each of them, fully aware of the intoxicating power you held, began to stroke themselves, their hands gliding over their own skin, revealing the undeniable hunger etched across their faces.

You caught glimpses of their impressive forms, muscles flexing and rippling under their touch, each man lost in his own world of pleasure as they watched you. The sight sent a jolt of excitement through you, igniting a deeper need within, your body responding instinctively to the primal energy that filled the room.

Secondo’s dark gaze remained fixed on you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the scene unfold, his fingers working deliberately, trailing over his own arousal, clearly enjoying the sight of his Ghouls surrendering to the moment. “Look at them, tesoro,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “They can’t take their eyes off you.”

You felt a rush of exhilaration, knowing that your body was the source of their pleasure. The way they touched themselves mirrored your own movements, a synchronised dance of desire that heightened the tension in the air. Their eyes were filled with a mix of longing and admiration, each stroke of their hands adding to the electric atmosphere, the room heavy with the scent of lust.

You continued to explore your body, fingers trailing lower, teasing your sensitive skin as soft gasps escaped your lips. The Ghouls responded in kind, their own breaths hitching and deepening as they moved with increasing urgency, captivated by your every move. You could see the way they leaned closer, their faces filled with longing, each man yearning to be the one to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

“Don’t hold back, amore,” Secondo urged, his voice a velvety caress that wrapped around you. “Let them see just how much you crave it. Show them the depths of your desire.”

Encouraged by his words, you intensified your movements, your body alive with sensation as you lost yourself in the moment. The Ghouls matched your rhythm, their hands gliding over themselves with urgency, each of them desperate to reach the same peak of pleasure that you were chasing.

The room pulsed with raw energy, a collective heartbeat of lust that seemed to envelop you all, drawing you deeper into a shared experience of unrestrained desire. You were the focus of their craving, the embodiment of their fantasies, and as you moved, you could feel the connection between you all, a powerful bond forged in the heat of passion.

As you surrendered fully to the intoxicating rhythm of your own touch, the sounds around you became a symphony of pleasure. The air was thick with heavy breaths and the slick sounds of skin gliding against skin. You could hear the unmistakable wetness of their hands moving against their arousal, the soft, rhythmic slaps echoing in the studio, each sound sending shivers down your spine.

The Ghouls were lost in their own ecstasy, their moans spilling from their lips like honey, rich and sweet. Each low growl, each breathy gasp only fueled your desire, a chorus of need that heightened the atmosphere. The music of their pleasure surrounded you, wrapping around you like a velvet cloak, making you feel both cherished and desired.

You turned your gaze toward Secondo, whose eyes were dark with lust, his fingers moving with deliberate precision. His moans were deeper, almost primal, and they sent a rush of heat through you. “That’s it, tesoro,” he urged, his voice thick with arousal. “Let them hear you. Let them know how much you crave them.”

Encouraged by his words, you let out a soft whimper of pleasure, the sound echoing in the charged space. It was a sound that drew their attention, their gazes locking onto you with a renewed fervor. You could see the way their bodies reacted, the intensity of their strokes quickening, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they mirrored your movements.

The room was filled with the mingled sounds of pleasure—the wet slaps of skin, the deep, hungry moans, and the soft rustle of bodies shifting. It was a symphony that resonated deep within you, urging you to surrender completely to the sensations that engulfed you. Every sound, every gasp only intensified your own arousal, drawing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

As you continued to tease yourself, your fingers gliding over your body, you could feel the tension building within you, an exquisite pressure that begged to be released. The Ghouls watched with rapt attention, their own movements driven by the desire to reach that same height of pleasure.

You closed your eyes, letting their sounds wash over you, allowing the rhythm of their pleasure to sync with your own. The world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating heat of desire and the primal connection shared between you all. You could feel their energy pulsating around you, a tangible force that drew you deeper into this moment of shared passion.

Every sound intensified the atmosphere, wrapping you in a cocoon of raw desire. You could hear the Ghouls’ breath hitching, each moan a testament to the pleasure coursing through them. Their hands moved with a feverish intensity, the slick sounds of their strokes blending with the soft whispers of encouragement that slipped from Secondo’s lips, urging you all to lose yourselves in the moment.

“Can you feel how much they want you?” Secondo asked, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the room, making your pulse quicken. “Let their desire fuel your own, tesoro. Let it push you closer to the edge.”

You took a deep breath, inhaling the heady scent of arousal that hung in the air, and surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body. You could feel your heart racing, pounding in time with the rhythm of their movements. With each deliberate stroke, your fingers danced over your sensitive flesh, igniting waves of pleasure that rippled through you.

The Ghouls were completely engrossed in the spectacle before them, their moans becoming increasingly desperate, a mix of pleasure and longing that resonated deeply within you. You could see them shifting closer, their bodies tense with need, their eyes locked onto you with a mix of reverence and lust.

“Touch yourself harder, amore,” Secondo commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let them see how much you want it, how much you crave the attention of all of us.”

Your fingers quickened their pace, moving with urgency as you surrendered to the wave of pleasure building inside you. The sensations were overwhelming, and the sound of your own moans blended seamlessly with the guttural groans of the Ghouls around you. Each gasp, each whimper only served to stoke the flames of your desire, drawing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

“Fucking hell, you’re exquisite,” one of the Ghouls breathed, his voice tinged with awe as he watched you, his hand moving faster against himself, a testament to the effect you had on him. The others echoed similar sentiments, their voices mingling into a chorus of lust that surrounded you, pushing you closer to your release.

You could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, an intoxicating wave of energy that enveloped you. The world around you faded into insignificance as you focused on the sensations surging through your body, the symphony of pleasure building with each passing second. The studio felt alive with energy, each breath and moan creating an electric connection that drew you deeper into the shared experience.

As you neared your peak, you could hear Secondo’s voice cutting through the haze of pleasure, commanding yet gentle. “Let go, tesoro. Let the pleasure wash over you. We’re all here for you.”

With a final thrust of your fingers, you felt that exquisite pressure finally burst, waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your moans spilled forth, echoing in the room as you succumbed to the sweet release, each pulse sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through your body.

In that moment, as the Ghouls continued to stroke themselves, their eyes glued to you in a mix of admiration and desperation, you knew you had given them exactly what they craved. And as the sensations began to ebb, you reveled in the aftermath of shared desire, your body still humming with pleasure as you looked into the eyes of those who had gathered around you, each of them eager to join in on this intoxicating journey.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, the Ghouls edged closer, their bodies enveloping you in an intoxicating aura of desire. You could feel the heat radiating from them, the undeniable scent of arousal hanging thick in the air. Each of them, now fully aroused and ready, hovered over you, their breaths quickening as they closed the distance.

Their hands moved feverishly against themselves, stroking their lengths with urgency, and you could see the lust burning in their eyes as they watched you. The sight was overwhelming, an exquisite blend of need and hunger that sent fresh ripples of desire coursing through your veins. You could feel the tension in the air, electric and charged, as they poised themselves above you, ready to unleash their desires.

“Look at how ready they are for you, amore,” Secondo breathed, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “They want to paint you with their essence, to mark you as theirs.”

As he spoke, the Ghouls leaned in closer, their hands working faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room. You could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the sheer need palpable in the air as they positioned themselves, cocked and poised to shoot their spend onto your body.

The sight was intoxicating; the way their muscles flexed and strained as they stroked themselves, the sheer concentration etched on their faces. It was as if time had slowed, every moment stretching out as they focused solely on you, their shared desire building to a fever pitch.

“Please,” you gasped, the word slipping from your lips unbidden, a plea for the release you knew was coming. You wanted to feel their warmth, to be enveloped in their desire, a canvas for their lust.

With a wicked grin, Secondo stepped closer, his fingers still glistening from earlier, as he tilted your chin to meet his gaze. “Are you ready to be worshipped, tesoro? To be painted with our desire?”

As he spoke, the Ghouls collectively let out low growls of agreement, their hands moving even faster, the urgency in their strokes palpable. They were all ready to unleash their need, and you could feel your heart racing in response, a drumbeat of anticipation echoing in your chest.

“Now, let them see just how much you want it,” Secondo urged, his voice a sultry command that sent another wave of arousal through you.

You felt yourself responding instinctively, your body arching towards them, a silent invitation. The Ghouls took a step closer, their bodies poised over you, their breaths hitching in unison as they prepared to let go, to shower you with their lust.

With a shared understanding, they released their grips, thick ropes of warmth splattering across your body, painting you in a lustful masterpiece. The sensation was electric, a rush of heat that sent shivers coursing through you, igniting the remnants of pleasure still dancing through your veins.

You closed your eyes, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations as you felt their warmth enveloping you, each drop a testament to their desire, marking you as their own. The world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating heat of their release, the sound of their breaths mingling with your soft moans, creating a symphony of shared ecstasy.

As the warmth of the Ghouls’ cum pooled across your body, a rush of sensations flooded your senses. The slick, hot fluid dripped down your skin, enveloping you in a sticky embrace that ignited a fresh wave of arousal. Each drop felt electric, a reminder of the raw, primal energy that had just unfolded around you. You could feel it settling into the curves of your body, accentuating every contour, marking you as their canvas, their trophy.

The weight of their desires clung to you, each viscous splash igniting your skin, turning you into a living testament to their lust. You reveled in the feeling, your breath quickening as the heat of their release seeped into your very being. The warmth spread across your back and shoulders, glistening in the soft light of the studio, and you felt utterly devoured by their need.

But even amidst the heady sensations, your body craved more. You could sense the anticipation still lingering in the air, and your heart raced as you felt the heat of Secondo’s gaze upon you. He was still behind you, taking in the sight of his Ghouls’ release coating you, his own arousal simmering with intensity.

As the last of the Ghouls stepped back, panting and satisfied, Secondo moved forward, a smirk playing on his lips. He gently grasped your hips and bent you over, positioning you on your hands and knees, exposing your glistening form. You could feel the cool air against your skin, contrasting beautifully with the warmth that enveloped you from the release that had just painted you.

“Look at you,” he purred, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers racing down your spine. “So beautifully marked, so inviting.”

You felt his presence loom behind you, the heat radiating off him as he hovered close, but he didn’t enter you. Instead, you felt his hardness pressing against your skin, teasingly close. His hand moved between his own legs, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, as he admired the scene before him.

“Do you want more, tesoro?” he asked, the seductive timbre of his voice making your heart race even faster. “Or are you content being a canvas for us?”

You whimpered, unable to find the words as the thrill of anticipation coursed through you. You wanted him—needed him to take you, to claim you—but instead, he remained tantalizingly just out of reach. He stroked himself behind you, the slick sound of his hand against his length filling the air, mixing with the echoes of the Ghouls’ earlier release.

With deliberate slowness, Secondo moved closer, positioning himself perfectly against your glistening hole. He teased the head of his cock against you, a smirk dancing on his lips as he watched your body writhe in desperate need. “Let me decorate you further, amore,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

With that, he released himself, hot streams of cum landing directly on your hole, each splash sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through you. The sensation was overwhelming, an exquisite mix of heat and the primal nature of his teasing. You could feel your breath hitching as you surrendered to the moment, a moan escaping your lips as his warmth coated you, heightening the intensity of your desire.

“Look at how perfect you are,” he praised, his voice low and sultry. “Just a beautiful mess, waiting to be filled. But for now, you’ll remain a masterpiece.”

Secondo loomed over you, his body radiating heat as he stroked himself behind you, the sound of his hand gliding over his length filling the air. The anticipation was thick, electrifying the space between you. You could feel the tension building, every inch of your body aware of his presence, yearning for more.

With each deliberate stroke, he drew closer, positioning himself against your glistening hole. You felt the heat of him pressing against your sensitive skin, your breath hitching in your throat as you trembled with need. “You’re so tempting like this,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry, making your heart race. “I could spend all day just teasing you.”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, taunting you, letting you feel his warmth without giving you what you truly craved. “Do you want me, tesoro?” he asked, his breath hot against your ear. “Do you want to feel me fill you?”

You nodded, desperate and needy, your body aching for his touch. But instead of giving you what you wanted, he continued to stroke himself, his pace steady and maddeningly slow. “Patience, amore. You’ll get what you deserve, but first, I want you to feel every second of this.”

With a primal growl, Secondo tightened his grip as he continued to stroke himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You could feel the tension building between you, an electric charge that crackled in the air. The anticipation was palpable, and your body ached with need, every inch of you yearning for him.

“Are you ready, tesoro?” he asked, his voice thick with desire, a teasing lilt that made your heart race. You could hear the strain in his tone, a clear sign of his own desperation.

Before you could respond, he surged forward, positioning himself perfectly against your hole. With a final, deep groan, he released himself, hot ropes of cum splattering directly onto your entrance. The sensation was exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. The warmth enveloped you, mixing with the remnants of the Ghouls’ release, creating a deliciously filthy layer that marked you as his.

“Sathanas, you look so perfect like this,” he breathed, admiring the way his cum glistened on your skin. “So beautifully filled, just for me.” His voice was laced with lust, every word a caress that made you shiver with pleasure.

As the last remnants of his release dripped down your hole, he took a moment to relish the sight before him, his cock still hard and ready, poised teasingly against you. “You’re such a good little canvas, amore. I could lose myself in this moment.”

You trembled beneath him, every nerve ending alight with sensation as the warmth of his release settled on your skin. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and satisfaction that left you breathless. Each pulse of your heart echoed the need coursing through you, leaving you desperate for more.

“Thank you for this, Papa,” you told him, looking at him over your shoulder.

“I will do anything you wish me to,” Secondo replied, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. “But first, I want them off of you. Let’s clean you up, sì?”

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ourfatherwhoartinhell · 4 months ago

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Dewdrop: All those centuries, and you haven’t learned how to use a cell phone? Secondo: I am 800 years old! Unless you know how to work a 15th century printing press, you can stop laughing and show me how to do the Twitter.

#credit to writing-prompt-s #queue be thy name #the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #incorrect ghost quotes #incorrect ghouls quotes #dewdrop ghoul #papa secondo #ghost secondo

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 1 year ago

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 15. praise kink

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “nice list”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ what a good pet you’ve been… and it looks like secondo has taken notice

pairing: papa secondo x gn!reader

a/n: think of it as a nice contrast to the spanking fic with terzo 🙏

cw: nsfw content. praise kink. pet names (?). sexual tension. secondo flirting. neck kissing. no actual sex happens. idk ahhh

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“you’ve been so well behaved as of lately.. i should treat you with something special tonight.” —❤︎

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you’ve always been a gentle, kind person.

always remained humble to your peers, and treated your superiors with respect and kindness. some may have called you a pure soul because of your constant kindness, sometimes a goody-two-shoes, but you’d rather remain respectful rather than resentful.

hell, you’d even go as far as to stay away from scandalous activity such as drinking, smoking, or anything that was sexual in nature. it was kind of ironic, considering you were living in a satanic church, surrounded by siblings and demons who constantly followed the narrative of going against standard christian rule— and by that they did anything that wasn’t chaste or pure in nature. you didn’t mind this kind of environment, if anything, it gave you a purpose within the ministry; to be the voice of reason and balance that the church desperately needed to continue running its operations.

that’s when papa emeritus ii, secondo, really started to take a liking to you.

he noticed your hard work. how you’d constantly look after the ghouls and make sure they didn’t tear each other apart. how you always assisted the siblings of sin with their chores, even if some of them gave you nasty attitudes. it’s something he didn’t see so often. why would such a gratifying person be willing to stay in a place such as this? he didn’t think someone like you could even last a day within the ministry.

but he was proven wrong multiple times.

secondo didn’t want this behavior to go unrewarded. no no no, you were probably one of the most loyal followers to date. you deserved some recognition for your hard work.

so that’s exactly what secondo did. right now, he was sitting in his office, tapping a pen against his desk rhythmically. he had called you to his office for a meeting, so now he was just awaiting for your presence, remaining as patient as ever.

right on the dime, the wooden door creaked open after several knocks sounded behind. you peaked your head into the small space, and secondo gave a warm smile, gesturing for you to come inside.

“don’t be shy, dearie. come on in.” secondo reassured. his sudden kindness caught you off guard. the emeritus was usually a lot more reserved, stoic and stern. so this was new.

needless to say, it was refreshing, and nice too. so you nodded and obliged. “oh yes— sorry about that.”

“no need to apologize.”

you closed the door behind you, and made your way to sit on the velvety seat that was positioned across from where secondo sat in his seat. you took a good look around his office. the fireplace was crackling with glowing embers to keep the place cozy and warm. old yule decorations strung up against the walls and ceiling to add a more welcoming feel to it. this kind of environment is truly something you wouldn’t expect from a man like secondo. he was such a commanding presence, you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him from time to time. even now, it was a little suffocating to be around him.

the emeritus seemed to take notice of your nervousness, and he sighed, a small smile forming on his lips.

“please, don’t be afraid, angel. i promise i don’t bite.” secondo said with a light chuckle. your eyes widened, not realizing how easy it was to read your expression.

“s-sorry, i just got a little nervous.”

“again, no need to apologize. i’m used to people thinking i’m scary.”

a shocked expression took over your face, and you waved your hands to try and correct him. “ohh no no no that’s not what i—“

secondo just laughed at your reaction. “relax, honey. i’m just pulling your leg. no need to get all antsy over it.”

you paused for a moment, and let out a sigh of relief, wiping off invisible sweat from your forehead. “oh thank satan.”

the two of you sat in the office for a brief silence. that was until you decided to break it.

“so… why did you call me to your office? i’m going to assume it’s for something important.”

secondo tilted his head at this, and put his cup down.

“right…” he hummed. “well, i wanted to bring you here for a variety of reasons, mainly regarding your behavior and work within the ministry.”

you gulped at the sound of this. were you in trouble? no, you couldn’t be. you did too much a of a good job to be.

secondo then continued.

“you’ve always exceeded above and beyond my expectations with your resilience. you live in a place of sin, yet you don’t give into temptation, which is… baffling, but noble. you keep your morale levelheaded, and use it to help aid the ghouls and other siblings of sin. and through it all, you’ve kept your kindhearted nature.” all of his words were filled with praise and admiration for your work. it truly touched your heart. you weren’t expecting it, but it was… lovely.

“i… i don’t know what to say other than.. thank you.” you spoke bashfully, truly pleased by the recognition of your efforts.

“my pleasure.” he smiled. “a little birdie also told me that you’re preparing gifts for all of your peers for this year’s christmas. is that right?”

you nodded at this. “yes i am.”

secondo nodded. he got up from his seat and slowly walked around his desk to approach you. you yourself remained seated.

“hmmm.. and no one is getting you a gift, i assume?”

your heart skipped a bit from this. “well… i don’t mind. as long as my other peers are getting presents then—“

he cut you off before you could speak further.

“no no no. that just won’t do. you do a lot for our family, you deserve something in return.” secondo said with a more low, smooth voice. his body made its way behind the chair you were sitting on, and his hands moved to gently grip your shoulders.

the sudden contact made you gasp, but the warmth of his hands felt nice on your body. he then leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“you’ve been so good, doll face. you surely deserve more than what you get.” he whispered huskily, being sure to rub your shoulders in a way that had you squirming and panting. “and you deserve it all too, deserve praise and support for what you do… ohh i’ll be sure to give it to you.”

you tried to speak up, but secondo’s sudden flirty behavior made your voice sound meek. “s-secondo—“

“tell you what.” he started. “your gift from me will be some nice, old fashioned… loving. to show you how appreciated you are within this ministry, by me.”

your breath hitched. you could feel secondo nipping at your neck with soft, tender kisses, occasionally sucking on the skin. you sighed heavenly.

“you’ve been so well behaved as of lately.. i should treat you with something special tonight.”

“i.. i-i just..”

you couldn’t get the words out. you were too stunned. his touches were delicate to the core, and you felt like you were on cloud nine from each time he kissed your neck, you even tilted your head upwards to give him more room.

“don’t worry, baby. i’ll make sure you feel real good.” secondo smirked, still kissing your neck. as he did so, his hands slithered down to move under your shirt, resting his hands right underneath your chest and on your ribcage.

“so… how about it? you want me to give you my extra special christmas gift? as my gratitude for all of your hard work?”

damn. you couldn’t just say no. when would you ever get an oppylike this again? not in a million years

you whimpered and spoke. “please.”

he smirked. “now that’s what i like to hear.”

and he slowly started to slip your shirt off.

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youwouldntlietopapa · 1 year ago

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prompt maybe?: copia after a heartbreak (he managed to work up the courage to ask his crush out after a long time pinging as one does, but they refused rather rudely) (optional fluff of him getting comforted by a third party maybe to soothe all our hearts later)

All right, I may have taken some liberties with this one because I had an idea. Anyway, I hope this is all right.

Includes: Heartbreak, heart to heart conversation, hurt/comfort, Papa Emeritus II/Secondo, Cardinal Copia

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Secondo moved through the dimly lit archives like a spectre. Something about breaking the quiet of the space always made him feel deeply uncomfortable. He much preferred the peaceful stillness and, more importantly, that he was commonly the only one there on the occasions he needed something.

Sniff, sniff.

His eye twitched at the sound and his mouth tightened. Apparently he wasn’t so lucky and someone else was hidden among the shelves. Sniffling. He set his jaw and tried to ignore it. But there it was again.

Sniff, sniff.

Punctuated by a tiny whimper. Secondo sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Why me, my dark lord? Why me? Someone was crying in the archives and his first thought was that the records he needed couldn’t possibly be important enough to be worth risking running into a crying sibling, much less have to be… comforting. That was Primo’s talent. Or Terzo, in a pinch. Not his.

And then he heard a familiar voice. Soft and shaky, from what he could gather, it sounded like part prayer and part self-chastisement. Fanculo la mia vita. Somehow this was much worse than bumping into a crying Sibling. He’d managed to bump into one of his crying siblings.

“Copia.” His deep voice echoed off the stone walls and ceiling, unmistakable. There was a rushed, slightly panicked noise from several rows down while, presumably, his youngest brother trying to clean himself up. Secondo walked toward the noise, forgetting the silence, and letting his shoes tap on the floor to let him have some idea where he was and that he was coming.

“Papa! Forgive me!” He hurried to apologise, jumping up from his hiding spot and desperately trying to look like less of a mess. “I didn’t hear you come in. D-do you need help finding things?”

He looked at him with an expression that all but screamed bullshit. “Your paints are running, fratello.”

Copia’s chin quivered and he sniffled again. His shoulders slumped and he buried his face in his hands, crying softly. The urge to run while he wasn’t looking was almost overwhelming, but Secondo stood firm. He really did need to make some very impressive sacrifices at the alter, it this was a sign of anything. Apparently he’d managed to fuck up royally without realising and this was a punishment.

His silence dragged on longer than was, strictly speaking, socially acceptable. Not that Copia seemed to notice. Lost in whatever the problem was. Finally, he gave in. “What has upset you, Copia?”

Even he winced at how it came out sounding. Where in all the pits of hell was Primo? Maybe he could just… push the Cardinal to his brother’s office? Or carry him. He didn’t look all that heavy. And he definitely didn’t look like much of a fighter. His thoughts, however, were interrupted before he could settle on which would be the simplest option.

“I’m s-sorry, Papa. It’s nothing. Really. Just… just being f-f-foolish…” The last word turned into another round of sobs. Secondo made a face that communicated less concern and sympathy and more I have just discovered a cockroach in the bathtub.

A bit robotically, he attempted a comforting pat on the shoulder. He succeeded in half of that. It was, certainly, a pat on the shoulder. Figlio di puttana. He cursed silently. Not for the first time, Secondo wondered if Copia wouldn’t be better off if he simply walked away.

“Come, Cardinale. We find somewhere to sit.” Grabbing him by the elbow, he lead Copia to one of the stone benches staggered along the perimeter walls. Sitting next to him felt awkward enough that he settled on staring straight ahead down the long row of texts, books, and scrolls.

Copia, for his part, crumpled in on himself as soon as he was seated. Too upset to be worried about was Secondo might think. After another round of tears and sniffles, his brother’s leather gloved hand appeared, holding out a handkerchief. “Grazie mille.” He said a little weakly. “You… you don’t need to stay, Papa. I’ll be all right.”

“Secondo.” He said flatly.

Copia looked up at him, confused. But he kept his eyes locked forward.

“… Secondo, Copia. Papa is for work, public, official business.” His tone wasn’t what anyone would confuse for soft but, for him it was remarkably calm. “You are my fratellino, no? Save your Papa for il vecchio bastardo.”

They had never been close, the two of them. His brother was so much older and his first appearance had come as something of a shock. One that took time for them to get over and that left a rather poor impression on his younger self. Copia was still staring, looking like he might cry again at any second. It was maybe the nicest thing Secondo had ever said to him.

“Th-thank you, fratello.”

“Tell me what happened.” It wasn’t a question. “And tell me who I summon to my office.”

“Oh, no, no, no! You don’t need to. Please. If you can… let it be.” He hurried to cut off that line of thinking. His heart was heavy enough without making it even more of an embarrassing mess than it already was. “No one to talk to, Pa-Secondo. I only… I am a fool.”

Secondo sighed again. “Copia… You are no fool.” It didn’t sound like a compliment out of pity, not from him. Just a statement of facts. “You think I give you too much paperwork.” He held up a hand to cut off any argument before it can begin. “You think I trust everyone, fratello? You, at least, I know you do things right. You finish before the deadline. You don’t leave me with a pile of shit to fix. If you were a fool, I would find another.”

Something about his blunt honesty was actually comforting. Although, it would take a lot more than that to shake the misery his day had become. “You don’t understand. The books? No problem. The paperwork? I can do that. But… this isn’t books and paperwork. This is…”

He couldn’t say it. He felt enough like a fool already.

That’s more than enough for Secondo to work out what must have happened. It would have been so easy to sneak out before Copia had even realised he was there. He worked his jaw in an uncomfortable silence before finally resting his hand on his brother shoulder.

“What I say to you, hm? Not a fool.”

“… she laughed.” His voice cracked and he stared, defeated, at his hands.

“You want me to kill her?”

“What!? No!” Copia snapped his head up, staring at Secondo with wide, terrified eyes. Met with his brother’s calm stare and the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Y-you’re kidding.”

“Si.”

Despite everything, Copia actually managed a smile and a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “I… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you joke before.”

Secondo huffed and frowned a little.

“I am very funny. You don’t listen.” He said without a hint of irony. Nudging him softly with his elbow. It wasn’t really so different from the old days, with Terzo, he considered. Always talking about his new great love, only to be sobbing over the end of things in an alarmingly short amount of time. Claiming he would never love again. At least until the end of the day when someone else caught his attention. “So… you like her, you tell her, and she… say no? Si?”

Copia nodded, his smile fading, replaced by defeat and sadness. “Si. Not just no. She tells me never. Laughs at me.” He dabbed at his eyes with the hankie, trying not to ruin his paint more than they already were. “She is right, Secondo. Why would she want me? No… no one does. I’m… I’m not like you. Like Terzo. Or Primo. I’m just… the other one. Just a shit copy of better things.”

The words felt like a knife to the heart and he was sure he knew where he’d picked up some of that bullshit. That had the old man’s stink all over it. Secondo lifted his mitre off and set it delicately next to him on the bench. His head tipped back until it bumped the cold wall and he stared up at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths. “You are not like Primo. Or Terzo. Si. But… You are, maybe, like me more.”

“Like you?” He looked at his older half-brother like maybe it was another joke. But Secondo didn’t crack if it was. “No, no… You are… well… you. I’m just… me.”

He chuckled softly and dry. “Ah? Cosa sono io?”

At least he’d chuckled, Copia avoided an entire panic attack, but he still made a lot of wild hand gestures that certainly looked like they were trying to convey a deeper meaning. “I just mean… you are stronger, more confident. You don’t get so… so…” He huffed and raked his hand through his hair. “So worried about what people think. People… women… they always want you.”

Secondo closed his eyes and took another breath before looking at him again. “Ascoltare, fratello. I tell you something private. And if you say it to anyone else? I deny it. And then I come find you. Capito?”

“Capito.”

“All this? What you say to me? Is bullshit.” He turned his head back to stare at the ceiling. He couldn’t say it with Copia staring at him like that. “I know what they think of me. I hear what they say. Most I don’t like, but… È quello che è. And people?” Secondo snorted derisively. “They don’t like. Respect? Maybe. Fear? Yes. Like? No. Women like the story, to brag. They like money and parties. Siblings want Papa. Not Secondo.”

“Oh…” Copia realised he hadn’t ever considered any of that. His brother had always been so… in control and intimidating. It didn’t seem possible that he was secretly worrying over everything or just playing a role for people.

“You are no fool, Copia. You keep your heart open and you offer to people who you are. It is not easy to do here… in questa famiglia. If she is too stupid to see…” He snaps his fingers, searching for the word. “Tuo valore, the fool is her, si?”

It was, without a doubt, the longest the two of them had ever sat together and talked. Not to mention the kindest his older brother had ever been. Copia blinked at him stupidly, wondering where the hell the real Secondo had gone and who this person was. Or maybe, how had he gone so long without actually seeing the man for who he really was.

“Grazie, fratello.” He said, sounding a little awestruck.

Secondo replaced his mitre on his head and gave Copia’s shoulder a pat, standing up from the bench. He paused, obviously trying to make a decision. It took a moment, but eventually he nodded once sharply. “That Sorella… the one…” He frowned deeply. Describing people well wasn’t his strong suit. “With red hair and the… the… lentiggini? She stares when you don’t look. I see her in the hall. With that look like the puppy. Always watching. Smiling. Nina, her name is, I think. You ask her for a walk, at sunset. She says yes, eh?”

All right, maybe someone had replaced Secondo. But, then again, if he was right… Copia blushed deeply. He knew the Sister just from around the Abbey and she was very sweet… and pretty.

“… Why are you being so nice to me?” He blurted without really thinking.

Secondo only shrugged and gave his shoulder one last pat. “I tell you, you are my fratellino, no?”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, back through the maze of shelves. Leaving Copia staring at the place he had been. Maybe he wasn’t the best at being comforting, at least in the traditional way. But Copia was left marvelling at how much better he actually felt.

“Grazie mille, fratello…”

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Fanculo la mia vita – Fuck my lifeline

fratello – brother

fratellino – little brother

il vecchio bastardo. - the old bastard

Figlio di puttana – Son of a bitch

Grazie mille. - Thank you very much

Ah? Cosa sono io? - Oh? What am I?

Ascoltare – Listen

È quello che è – It is what it is

Tuo valore – Your worth

lentiggini - freckles

#ghost fanfic #ask prompt #Cardinal Copia #Papa II #Copia #Secondo

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onedaughterofman · 2 years ago

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23 and Secundo because I know you will love it

Asjksjks yes! I do.

Writing prompt: "Says random "i love you"s throughout the day" with Papa Emeritus II

At first, you think you misheard. Of course, someone like Secondo is not the type to say that stuff.

No, Secondo is a self proclaimed player, a "master of the night" and "the soul of every party". Still, as tough and grumpy as he might seem, you have discovered he also has a bleeding, aching heart underneath his bad boy attitude.

The first time he says it, he's half asleep on the desk and you're placing a cup of hot coffee next to his hand. "Thank you," Papa mutters, under his breath. The next words come out through gritted teeth, almost unintelligible. "I love you."

You try to ignore the way your heart jumps and gets stuck in your throat. Secondo also seems surprised by his own declaration, a slight blush covering his cheeks, visible even under all the paint.

It's not hard to brush it off as Secondo being exhausted, terribly confused and deep in slumber. Then, it happens again, and again, and again.

It happens all the time, to the point he no longer tries to play it off or hide it. He says "Love you" when you drop something at his office, or when you put a plate of warm food in front of him after a long day of clerical duty. He mutters it before sleeping, or when he's looking into your eyes on those long nights spent in your company.

Hell, he says it in daylight, when he encounters you in the halls or finds you alone in the Chapel of Rituals. To Secondo, it has become a second nature, a prayer. And yet, your heart still jumps up to your throat every time, rendering you breathless.

"You don't have to say it back," Secondo whispers one night, thumb absentmindedly caressing the skin of your waist. "It's okay."

"Don't be dumb," you object, practically jumping out of bed. "You know how I feel about you. It's just... you surprise me."

"Is that so? Can't an old man say something nice from time to time?"

A long sigh escapes your lip. He's right. As mean and scary as he might be to other Siblings, for you he's got a tender, warm heart. "I love you," you confess, against his skin. You feel the way his muscles tense when he moves to embrace you, a small smile on his face.

"I love you too."

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foxybouquet · 3 months ago

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The Ghostober prompt challenge pieces are meant to be posted every 3 days, so the next one will be on the 4th.

*For the 16th, I’m not sure I’m going to do that one. It’s still unknown yet if we will be seeing any more of Jim DeFroque, but honestly, he’s my least favorite character in the lore.

EDIT: sooo maybe I’ll choose from this one, also

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shaykesqueer · 3 months ago

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On the subject of Kinktober.

I have a Secondo x Rain planned??

Is that the rarest fucking pair ever??

#it just came to me #it makes sense okay #within context #ghost fanart #ghost band #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost bc #shaykesqueersart #ghost band fanart #secondo #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus 2 #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #rain ghoul #kinktober #kinktober prompts

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years ago

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42 and 77 for secondo and his pm maybe? 👀

The prompt was the big damn kiss/In Vino Veritas and Ghestie I am just NOW finally getting to it... though I made it a gender-neutral reader so all can enjoy 💗

So here we go!

Liquid Courage

The hard and unapproachable Papa you have been crushing hard on gets a few drinks in him and finally decides to confess something to you…and the rest of the Abbey.

Also available HERE on AO3!

He's been staring again. This time for longer than usual. It's a bit unnerving, his stare—cold and calculating. As if his very gaze could slice right into you.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. It had been months since your sibling initiation and from the moment you saw him, your heart stilled in your chest. It didn't in the least surprise you when you heard the others call him "hard", "unapproachable", and "cold". You could see that too, but there was something more. Something hidden beneath the surface, like a diamond within rock.

Over time, your heart only swelled more in his presence—matching the ache you felt in your gut. Watching his command of the congregation during Black Mass, sneaking a glimpse of him pouring over papers in his office, or even when you watched him, in secret, painting his face–it all made you weak in the knees.

It wasn’t until this past week that it dawned on you—the feeling may be mutual. As your hand accidentally touched his, when you reached for the file you were asked to retrieve for Sister. A spark sent between you. A moment, unspoken but fully felt. You rushed off, your cheeks bright red as you made your way out of his office. Never to revisit him since, worried and embarrassed that you may have taken it the wrong way. That was until tonight.

Copia had returned from tour and the whole of the Abbey was in celebration. Ghouls and siblings alike, reveling in their merriment of his return. Your thoughts, however, never leaving the Papa who had been there all along. His moment in the spotlight, having come and gone, ages before you were ever called “sibling”.

He was pouring them back, glass after glass. Not unlike the rest of the Abbey, Secondo had consumed more than his fair share of spirits. You watched, marveling at how well he maintained his constitution despite his deliberate assault to his liver. Only hours into the celebration, did you notice his wavering step and his locked gaze.

Suddenly and without warning he stood up, with the help of some of his ghouls, eyes never leaving you as he clanged around on his glass with a knife. Calling attention to everyone in the Great Hall towards him. “If I could have everyone’s attention!” he called out. All eyes of the Abbey fell upon him as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

Secondo smiled and sauntered to the center of the room. While he was indeed, a bit taken by his drink, he still seemed to have his wits about him when he began his speech, offering up a welcome home to his younger brother. Droning on a bit longer than anyone would have liked about the importance of the tour and how well Copia did as Ghost’s frontman.

“Now please continue with your celebrations, I have something I must attend to.” Secondo declared, raising his glass once more in cheer before walking in your direction. Your breath hastened, the sound of your heartbeat became so loud you couldn’t hear the whispers and cheering of siblings as he approached closer.

“Papa?” you asked as he stood right in front of you. Majestic in his emerald and black robes. The miter, tall and proud atop his head. How badly you wanted him to take you right there, not caring who saw, when he spoke.

“I have something I must confess.” He began, pulling a bit at his collar before he continued. “You see tesoro, I have had my eye on you since you arrived, and I cannot get you out of my head…”

“Oh?” you asked him, surprised, but somehow already knowing. You felt the tiny hairs all over your body standing on end. Like electricity coursing through you as you waited for his response.

“Si, I have longed to feel the touch of your hand, the feel of your lips against mine—imagined what it felt like to be ins—”

“Papa!” you stopped him, feeling the blood rushing to places that made you blush once again. He grabbed your hand and looked deeply into your eyes. There it was again—that softness, that truth. The man behind the paint you knew was there. You could drown in those eyes, a sweet death you’d welcome with open arms if he’d only say the word.

“Papa I don’t mean to imply anything, but maybe you’ve had a bit too much celebrating tonight and it's affecting your judgment.” you laughed, nervously. Hoping so badly deep down that this was more than a drunken stupor.

“Oh see, that is where you are wrong amore. The drink is nothing but liquid courage you see…”

“You hardly look like the type that needs a drink for courage Papa.” you laughed once more, tenser now than before as you felt all the eyes upon you. The siblings, clergy, and ghouls—taking notice of you both as your hearts laid bare.

“Ah, but even a man such as myself needs it when it comes to making such a jump.”

“Jump?” you asked. The words had barely escaped your lips, when his were on you. It was magic as they met. His lips were soft and warm. Your own, melting into his within an instant before you opened your mouth to him. Secondo, slipping his tongue carefully inside to dance with yours in heated passion.

How could this moment be more glorious than you had imagined? How could reality surpass things of fantasy and dreams? It only made you more excited for where it might lead as your head slowly descended back to reality. The thunderous applause and whistling ringing in your ears.

“Papa?” you asked as you broke apart, your mind still hazy and full of lust.

“Si tesoro?” Secondo whispered against your lips, begging to be allowed back to them.

“Seems we are making a scene.” you giggled. Secondo took your cheek in his palm, raising your heavy eyes back to meet with his. His mismatched eyes, burning with desire as he slid his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Then shall we retire to my chambers?” He winked at you, waiting desperately for you to agree. You turned around, watching everyone, excited for you in this truly unexpected situation. Your heart set aflame in his arms and your soul ignited with the passions of Hellfire burning through you. There was only one thing you could say.

“If you insist.”

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molly-ghuleh · 1 year ago

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hi!!! Can I get “i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me” with Secondo please!!!! Thank you and love your work

Kiss Prompts: "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me."

Secondo x reader

Hihi thank you for the love!! And thank you for requesting Secondo my beloved <33 I got a little carried away with this one oooops

SFW! Contains: Angst, pining, implied smut but no explicit descriptions, manwhore Secondo trope, emotionally constipated Secondo, confessions, fluff and a happy ending, reader is gender neutral but there is one use of 'piccolina'

Kiss prompts

You have a... thing, with Secondo. This thing doesn't have a name, or a label, but it lives in his bed and in the heavy air inside his chamber as he makes you cry his name over and over. It's a thing that you know he shares with other Siblings of Sin, sometimes multiple at once. The thing is not special to him.

But it is to you.

It wasn't supposed to be special at first. It was just an arrangement that the two of you had (literally) stumbled into one evening after the dinner hour. Secondo had been furious at something Nihil had said and stormed out of the refectory, and you were the lucky Sibling who he practically ran over in his haste to distance himself from the old man. He had been angry and in need of a distraction, and the way his large hands grabbed your arms to keep you from falling had been enough for you to agree to join him in his bed that very night.

Apparently Secondo had enjoyed what relief you gave him, because he invited you to his bed again within a week of that incident. It became somewhat of a routine. He had been very clear from the start--it's just a form of stress relief. It's merely because your bodies reacted to another in a way that felt exquisite for you both. It is not an emotional affair in the slightest. Secondo is not an emotional man. So, you will take the little crumbs he offers you in the form of a repeated, open invitation.

But oh, how can you not fall in love with him when his aftercare is even better than the sex? He takes aftercare more seriously than he does its 'before' activity. Secondo does not allow you (or anyone) to stay the night after an evening of passion; but that doesn't mean you leave him feeling dejected or used. He is very, very careful to make sure you know he cares for you in at least some capacity. Whatever you need until you feel like you can stand on your own two feet again, he gives you. Massage? Bath or shower? Water and a snack? He does it before you can even ask. And then he'll walk you to the door, open it for you, and bid you a good night before promptly crushing your heart in his hands.

It's not just in his bedroom that you meet him. You occasionally run into him at the coffee pot in the Ministry kitchens. The first time, you'd offered to make him a cup. He told you how he takes his coffee, and you struck up a little conversation as you waited for it to brew. From there you always seemed to find a subject on which to approach him later--whether it's a sermon he plans to give, or a new type of tea you want to try, or a new tidbit of Ministry gossip (yes, he admits that he loves drama, but you are the only one who knows and he asked you to keep it that way). And at the end of each little interaction, he asks you to meet him that night, and you consider turning him down to protect your own feelings.

You come, though. Every time he invites you, you come back and you let him pulverize your heart into smaller and smaller pieces. It's your fault, really--you should've ended things with him as soon as you started to feel. Because as stellar as his aftercare is, all you can think about is having to fall asleep alone. Having to pretend you don't love him when you run into him during the day, masking your heartache with banter. How you'll never have his heart but you will always have the little smirks he gives you when you make him laugh.

The very man who holds your heart doesn't even know he's breaking it.

All of these thoughts, which you've started having every time you meet with him, swirl around your head as you come down from a rather long bout of sex with Secondo. He seems agitated tonight. He hadn't bothered with his usual bells and whistles, instead just choosing to take you in a more primal way. You've spent enough time with him (inside the bedroom and out) to know that there's something on his mind.

You decide to test your luck because your heart aches particularly hard for him this evening. "Papa," you say softly, "are you alright? You seem... distracted."

He doesn't turn his head to meet your gaze, instead choosing to close his eyes completely. The two of you lay on your backs beside one another and you desperately want to take his hand. "It is nothing, dolce."

Your heart clenches but you don't push the issue further. You take a few more breaths and steel yourself against the inevitable pain of having to leave him again. The blanket slides off your naked body as you sit up, searching for your discarded clothes on his floor. You don't have the strength to endure his tender aftercare tonight.

Secondo notices your poorly-concealed haste to dress and opens his eyes. "What do you need?" He asks too kindly.

"I... I need for you to let me go," you mutter, pulling on a sock. I need for you to let me leave tonight and I need for you not to ask me back.

"Dolce," Secondo calls after you when you stand to find your shoes. You can hear the slight confusion in his voice, still gravelly from how he growled in your ear minutes before. "Stop, and tell me what is wrong."

You turn your back to him. You can't look him in the eye when you break your own heart, because you will cry and that will be the last thing he sees of you. "I need to go."

You hear the rustling of blankets as Secondo stands. "No."

"No?" "No," he repeats. "You will stay and tell me why you are in such a hurry to leave."

You huff out a humorless laugh. "Isn't that what you want?" You snap. It comes out harsher than you'd meant--but perhaps this will be easier if he's angry at you. Easier for him, or for you?

"I want to make sure you are alright."

"I'm not," you say, your voice hitching. "I'm not, Secondo. So I need to go."

A broad hand comes to rest on your turned shoulder, and the warmth and weight of it comforts you despite your agony. "Are you hurt?" he speaks lowly. His voice is close to your ear. "Did I do something you did not like? Let me take care of you, dolce."

Secondo gently urges you to turn and face him, and you let him, but you don't meet his eyes. Instead you stare at your feet so he doesn't see the tears welling in your eyes from your shame. He's going to make you admit it.

His other hand gently curls under your chin and tilts your head up towards him. "Piccolina," he says when he sees how glassy your eyes are. The softness of his voice is like a salve on your feelings, even though you know this is just his aftercare.

"I can't do this, Papa," you say, the words tumbling from your mouth without your intent. "I need you to stop inviting me to your bed. Because I will come and it will only hurt more when you turn me away."

"Dolce--"

"I know," you cut him off, sounding more angry than you are. "I know it was supposed to be just a means to an end, but... it isn't for me. Not anymore."

You lift your chin away from his hand and turn to leave, but he catches you. He draws you into him, your back to his front and his large arms encircling you so you can't move. You release a pathetic little sob that sounds more like a whimper. "Please," you breathe.

He leans his head down so his cheek rests against your temple and his mouth is at your ear. "Stay," he whispers in the softest tone you've ever heard form him. "Stay the night."

You freeze. Did you hear that right...? "Wh-what?"

Secondo simply holds you for a moment. Silence echoes between you louder than your own rapid heartbeat in your ears. Hope blooms in your chest. It's warm and comfortable and it tugs at your soul. It tells you that all those crumbs he gave you fell from something bigger. Sweeter.

"Dolce... I have not taken another lover in months. not since you," he mutters in your ear. "You were never just a means to an end. I am sorry that it took me this long to... to accept that."

You turn in his grip, tilting your head up to look at his face. He's always been known to keep a healthy rotation of partners. You hadn't assumed that would change just because you came along, but he's telling you that it did. That with you, he feels like he doesn't need anyone else. The warm, simmering hope in your chest explodes when you meet his eyes.

The tips of his ears are red and it's the only indication that he's blushing under his smudged Papal paint. "I... do not make flowery speeches, piccolina. I cannot say I will do everything right. I may know how to seduce you but I..."

Oh, your poor, emotionally frustrated Papa. You can see the little crease between his brows deepen, and you know that he's kicking himself. "...I do not know how to do this."

You smile at him, trying to mask how badly you want to shout with elation. "I... I think this is the part where you kiss me," you whisper. "And then when you've kissed me to both our liking, you take me back to bed and hold me."

Secondo follows your rules. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you. It's a gesture free of lust or urgency, but you can also tell just how nervous he really is. You flatten your palms on his still-bare chest and his heart pounds against his ribcage. It's real, and it beats for you, just as yours beats for him.

He gently lifts you back into his bed and pulls your body against his. You settle into him, completely content, because you know you won't have to spend a night alone again.

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bupia · 1 year ago

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Hello,

I would like n°1 “We’ll take it slow.” and n°37 “Kiss me.” with Secondo please !

Thank you and have a good day ! 😈

Inexperienced Smut Prompts: Secondo, Papa Emeritus II

“We’ll take it slow.” “Kiss me.”

There's a smut bellow the cut, +18 only, please.

As you lay on Secondo's bed, you couldn't help but feel anxious. The events of the night had been unexpected, to say the least. After the black mass, he had invited you to join him in his bedroom for "lessons," and you had impulsively followed him without fully considering what he meant.

You knew of Secondo's reputation as a womanizer, but there was something about him that drew you in. His charm, his confidence, his sharp voice, and the way he made you feel special, all of it led you to this moment, despite the rational part of your mind warning you of the potential consequences.

As the sound of the running water filled the room, the reality of the situation was sinking in. You were alone in his bedroom, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down your racing heart. As you lay there, you couldn't help but wonder what would come next. Would he join you on the bed after his shower? What were you doing on his bed? Was this the right decision?

The sound of the water finally stopped, and you could hear him moving around in the bathroom. Your mind was racing as you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. You grabbed the sheets covering your unclothed body, hiding the half of your face with it.

As the bathroom door creaked open, you peeked out from behind the sheets to see Secondo stepping out. He looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes, and you felt your heart skip a beat. His body was still wet, with a few droplets of water glistening on his toned chest. Your eyes traced the droplets down his torso, and you quickly averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment as your eyes noticed the growing bulge under the towel wrapped around his hips.

He turned to look at you, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he caught your bashful expression. "No need to be shy now," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

You swallowed nervously, trying to find the right words to respond, but your mind seemed to go blank. Secondo chuckled softly, sensing your shyness. He removed the towel around his waist, letting it fall on the floor as he approached the bed. You instinctively shifted to create some distance between you. He noticed your reaction and paused, giving you a gentle smile.

"Come here," he said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "Don't be shy, amorina."

He pressed his wet body against yours and the cool droplets of water from his skin mingling with your warmth.

His lips found yours, in an intense kiss, filled with desire and longing. His hands roamed over your body, sending shivers down your spine, and you arched your body closer to him, craving his touch. He held you tightly against his wet skin, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a fiery passion, pressing his hardness against your thigh.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, and you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of pleasure. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you tremble with desire.

"Secondo," you moaned, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily.

He responded with a low growl, his lips finding yours again in a hungry kiss. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his skin against your own. You slowly opened spread your thighs comforting him between them. You felt his hand on your leg, gently caressing it. He began to move his fingers up and down, getting closer to your inner thigh. You purred as you felt him begin to work his way up your inner thigh, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You were already wet for him, and you could feel yourself getting even wetter. He found your clit, and began to rub it softly. You moaned loud, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He continued to tease you, rubbing your clit faster, then slowing down just as quickly, kissing your neck. His tongue flicked across your skin, and you moaned again, grinding your core into his hand.

You groaned loudly, and reached down to grab his shaft. You could feel it throbbing under your fingertips. Secondo pulled away from your neck, locking his gaze on yours. He started to slid a finger into you, and you gasped. You were already dripping, and he slid another finger in and another one. You felt yourself stretching open for him, hearing him breathing heavily.

He pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, moving it in and out of you. Secondo removed his fingers, and brought them up to his mouth. Sucking it hungrily, tasting you. He smiled, grabbing his length with his hand, he leaned in, pressing it against your entrance, causing you to widen your eyes. Immediately, you pushed him away.

"Wa-Wait!" You stammered, with a panting chest.

"What? Stai bene?" he asked, his voice soft and caring.

You nodded. "I'm fine," you replied, your voice steady. "I just... I've never done anything like this before."

Secondo smiled gently. "You never did it before?"

You shook your head, your eyes filled with concern. "No, this... this is my first time, Papa."

He looked at your eyes, biting his lower lip. "Why you didn't say it before?" He growled in pleasure, giving you a smile filled with mischief. "Don't worry, we'll take it slow," he said, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "But I need your consent to keep going."

You nodded with your head. "Y- Yes... Please, Papa."

"Molto bene," he let out a chuckle. "Aren't you a good girl?" He leaned in once again, his face close to yours. "Now, show me how much you want your Papa and kiss me." He whispered, brushing his lips against yours.

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