#thats all im tagging nothing else to see here mcr fans

[playwiththesire]

still thinking about ryuzato’s gerardsonaverse. rat king my beloved. rat king x mary butch girlfriends im crying. dirty butch girlfriends fucking copia while rat king has their period dONT LOOK AT ME

anyway. explicit, 2527 words. ao3 link

Copia was exhausted from giving sermons and hearing confessions, sitting in meetings, running errands for Sister Imperator, and artfully dodging Papa Nihil to avoid being scolded for whatever he was doing wrong in the old man's ghostly white eyes. Closing his doors, he was more than relieved to unbutton his cassock and wrap himself up in a simple robe, because it was moreso laziness that kept him from bending over to put on pajama pants than the tiredness. Ruffling his hair free from the gelled combed-back style, he sat down at his mirror to wipe the black off his upper lip first.

Surprisingly, when he saw movement in the window behind him, he didn't flinch. When he first moved into his new suite, it would often take him by surprise, only to learn that there were Ghouls walking around the courtyard at night. He knew better than to stick his little nose into their business. So once his lips were clean, he dampened his rag again. Before it even touched the dark circle under his eye, it dropped from his hand.

Copia finally screamed when a loud bang tapped against the glass hard. He stumbled to his feet and knocked the stool over, and. of course, he had to trip over it. His cheekbone collided with his floor, and though his vision blurred, his hands pushed him up as much as he could. "What-" He tried to blink his vision back to normal, but relying on his hearing came more in clutch when the lock on the window jiggled.

The culprit jimmying the lock open with a coat hanger was none other than Mary fucking Goore. Again. Only this time, they weren't alone. And it seemed like they didn't have a care in Earth or Hell whether or not Copia saw them.

Scrambling back to his feet, Copia stumbled to the window and pressed his hands against it. "You may not enter!"

Mary pouted. "But I missed you!" he whined through the glass, and gave his best puppy-mutt eyes. A mutt that had rolled through a butcher's shop, no doubt. Their friend hung back with their greasy arms crossed. "C'mon, Cardi. I'll tuck you in."

Copia should say no. He couldn't count the number of times Mary had committed B&E, and he knew that they were just gonna find some crack in the wall to squeeze through somehow. It would have been amusing to watch them get caught, but...that friend. The grime that drenched their body made the surprisingly soft features of their face stand out more. The eyes. The sweet little pout, the grumpy pose as they nudged the tip of their shoe into the grass. Shit, the Cardinal was entranced. When their gazes finally met, the friend wiggled their fingers on one hand in greeting, and cracked a half-assed smile.

Mary didn't need a verbal confirmation when they read his face, and finally pushed the window up. "I knew you'd say yes!" Eagerly, Mary hopped up with their legs swinging and held Copia's face to smack a kiss on his lips. "Hey, dollface."

"You smell like low tide." Copia stared them up and down with disdain, even if the bats in his belly fluttered at the sight of them. But he pushed Mary aside to offer a hand to the friend, helping them through. "Scusi, bella. Is this creature bothering you?" Their hand was slippery and difficult to pull, and admittedly, the slimy feeling made him wince. But their touch was still warm, and by the time they were in the room and on their feet, they were practically pressed up against his chest. Their face was at the same level as his, and his whole face flushed red.

"I like your eye," they murmured, and pressed the pad of their index finger against his left cheek.

Mary lightly tugged Copia's earlobe to snap him out of his trance. "Copes-" He shuddered at the bad pet name. "This is Ratty. I thought they'd like you."

"R-Ratty?" Copia blinked. "Oh. Yes, well- eh, yes. I have been known to...well, it's a whole thing. I'm working on this-s story, no, a song. About plague and a metaphor of-"

Ratty just nodded along, humming every few moments to remind him that they were listening.

"Ah, widespread religion is infectious, see, and some followers are like the rats that carried diseases...but I'm not saying you're diseased!" He eyed their oily arms and dirty shirt; he could see why Mary was drawn to them.

Ratty shook their head. "I'm not," they confirmed. "I'm just feelin' a little unwell."

"What?" Copia glanced back at Mary.

Mary took Ratty's hand and glided them over to sit on the edge of Copia's bed. "Calm down, your unholy eminence, it's just cramps. I wanted them to have a safe place to sleep tonight."

Copia brushed the wrinkles out of his robe, but ended up smearing some grease stains over the cotton. His lips pressed together tightly, and tucked it away in his mind as a later problem. "As  man of faith, I do have a duty to aid those in need."

"Widespread faith?" Ratty's shoulders shimmied a little, teasing him.

It was a contradiction, he knew, with his luxurious rooms in a luxurious palace of a church. "I...I suppose so."

Mary guided Copia to sit down as well, and Copia's instinct was always to tilt his head up to await a little kiss from Mary. Mary obliged, and Copia rested a gentle hand on Ratty's back. He rubbed in slow circles, pleased to see that their face relaxed. But he felt a little wrong when something in his pelvis sparked listening to them hum in relief.

"That's nice," Ratty assured him, and shamelessly took his hand to press against the front of their hip. "Right there, please."

Mary shuffled in behind them and rested their chin on their shoulder. "Copia's gonna take good care of you," they whispered, smiling. "He's so attentive."

Yes. Yes, he was. He hadn't planned on taking any lovers to bed tonight, but he couldn't turn them away. He couldn't stop touching them, he didn't mind them leaving traces all over his sheets. The deep, earthy, salty tang of them drew him in closer. He didn't mind Mary's blood-crusty fingers suddenly combing through his hair, and he leaned in as Ratty turned their head and let him kiss them gently. "I'll ease your pain," he whispered, half in his professionally dulcet tone. "Unburden your troubles with me."

"Should I call you Cardinal?" they whispered against his lips.

"If you'd like." A sharp hiss quickly filled his lungs when Ratty guided his hand lower, between their legs. He quickly got the message and attempted to lay them down, only to find that Mary wouldn't budge.

Mary brushed a thumb over his cheek affectionately. "Just let 'em lean on me." They smiled when Ratty's neck craned back, and their head rested on their shoulder. "They're aching real bad, Cardinal."

Copia picked up what the trouble was quickly enough. And by the looks of Mary's mouth, they already tried to ease the cramps before they got here. Figures that he'd get sloppy seconds, but he didn't mind. He was more than happy to treat this fallen angel.

"Wanna feel how good you are." Once Mary got Ratty's pants down past their knees, their legs spread open and revealed a surprisingly clean-shaven pussy, still dripping blood. "Please, help me, Cardinal?"

Now, usually Copia avoided letting church-goers use his title as a kink, but he had exceptions. One bat of their lashes and he was two fingers deep inside them. Moving slow at first, he pumped them in and out of her until they were red-slick, and he buried them as deep as they could go, scissoring them wider.

Ratty keened and bucked their hips up, nodding. They kept a steady hand on his wrist and parted their lips, inviting Mary to slip their tongue in their mouth. Their whines pitched high in the top of their throat, wordlessly begging for more.

Copia couldn't get a good enough angle sitting. He stood up again to hover over the both of them and get three fingers in, now, to curl them better inside their cavern. He was humming softly from his chest, and very aware of the flame burning in his thighs. It almost felt wrong to get so hard from this, but Mary's impure smirk assured him that it was so right.

"Cardinal, could you help a little more?" Ratty bit their lip and arched their chest forward. Copia got a good look at the muscle tank now: All Hail The Rat King. How apt. The knotted tails would have skeeved him out more if all of his blood wasn't in his dick.

With his fingers still moving, though, his thumb pressed against their clit in quick motions. His eyes turned downward to watch himself fingerfuck them, and his l'appele du vide was making sense of why Mary ate them out before they both got here. His mouth watered, and shame itched in his stomach. No, he couldn't. Besides, his room was filled with their shaky panting and whining, so he must have been doing well enough of a job. That didn't mean that it was easy to ignore the cock eagerly pulsing between his legs, however. "My dearest-" His voice cracked. He tried to ignore it. "May I fuck you?"

Ratty didn't hesitate on nodding. "Pull me back." They slid down to the center of the bed, and Copia crawled with them. He peeled their shirt off their body, and nodded at Mary in silent demand that they undress as well. He shed his robe and finally took the plunge to press Ratty's and his chest together, getting himself deliciously dirty. He kissed them like his sanity was slipping away and their arms slipped all over their waist.

"Turn over." Mary leaned back and helped Ratty on their knees, legs spread and hips bucked like an animal. Mary pet their head and neck, grinning down at them. It seemed like Ratty knew just what to do when they took Mary's cock in their mouth. Mary winked at Copia. "You can have some next."

Copia huffed at them and leaned over Ratty, kissing their shoulder before he mounted them and plunged his cock in deep. Their walls were so soft and hot, he shuddered in pleasure and couldn't help but thrust into them again.

Ratty's voice vibrated hard around Mary's head, making them grunt in return. Ratty only freed their mouth to look over their shoulder and nod eagerly, and let Copia's thrusts help set the pace as they took as much of Mary into their mouth as they could. Mary's hips just worked a gentler rhythm, not wanting to choke them.

Copia reached around to keep rubbing soothing motions between their hips as he fucked them carnally, but as they cried out in desperation, he returned to circling their clit until they were practically screaming, tightening around his cock and absolutely shaking. For a moment, Copia felt panic rise as he feared that he pushed them too far, but they let Mary's dick go again and wiggled their hips again eagerly, touching themself in satisfaction. "He is good, Mare."

"I know. Get him on his back." Mary laughed softly and tipped Ratty's chin up to kiss them just as sloppily as before.

Ratty didn't even need to move for Copia to obey and slide forward, laying down next to them. His cock was a deep, glistening red, with only a rivulet of precum cutting through the blood. He could only stare for a few seconds before Mary was sitting on it, grinning down at him.

"You missed this, didn't you?" Mary moaned, arching their back with their legs spread wide open for Copia to get a good look. Apparently, Copia was slick enough for him, since there was no resistance going into his ass. "You missed me riding you, unholy eminence. You missed the way I look when you stuff me fucking silly."

"M-Mary..." Copia's eyes rolled back, but his hand scrambled to grip at Ratty's arm. "Bellisima, how do you feel? Are...are you alright?" He felt a little stupid with the way the mattress bounced from their weight, with Mary's rough motions.

Ratty's fingers brushed over the forming bruise on Copia's face from falling on the floor earlier. "I think you're the pretty one," they purred, and their fingertips dragged along their lips. Bloody fingertips from overstimulating themself.

When in Rome, right? Copia closed his eyes, like that would make succumbing to his any better, and let their fingers press against his tongue. It was filthy, it was sort of humiliating, and Copia wanted more. A squeak escaped him, and he grabbed for their thigh instead. "I need you, Rat. I need...por favore. Use my mouth."

"I knew it." Mary threw his head back with a smug moan, and gripped Copia's ribs. "Drink up, Cardi. Trust me, it's delicious."

Copia didn't have much time to respond with Ratty throwing a leg without a care over on the other side of Copia's face. Their thighs stretched out more in a lazy spread-eagle, and they leaned forward to kiss Mary again. Their cunt pressed hard against his lips, his nose brushing their taint as he sucked on their folds. His own cum was dripping back onto his face, making their taste more sour, but he couldn't stop anymore. It was too good, he never knew he loved being used like this so much. Without a second thought, he spanked their ass hard, just once, and reveled in the yelp they let out.

Ratty bit down on Mary's lip and jerked them off; it didn't take much longer until they were cumming all over Copia's happy trail with that guttural growl that he so famously used instead of singing. But it was a pleasing noise, a feral signal of a well-fucked out gutter rat.

Ratty arched their back as they shared Mary's cum together, and though Copia couldn't see, his other senses were so amplified between taste and smell and Mary still clenching tight around him that he couldn't stop himself from cumming deep inside them. He spanked Ratty one more time before begging for air, and as Ratty pulled up, the blood left  his chin and cheeks cooler. Licking his lips, his cheeks burned in glorious shame.

"Lay with me," Copia begged. "Stay."

Mary patted his stomach and wiggled off his dick to flop down on top of him, earning an annoyed oof from the cardinal. "As you wish."

"You bum," he grumbled, but was easily pacified when Ratty cuddled up against his shoulder. They kissed all over the side of his face, from his jaw up to his temple sweetly. It was apparent that nobody was going to clean up, so he sighed and let his muscles ease. His hand wandered again to take Ratty's, and he found himself smiling again. "Can I keep your friend.

At once, Mary grunted "No", while Ratty giggled with a "Yes."