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Wallflower

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Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut/PWP, dom/sub, Drabble, gender neutral reader, dom!secondo, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, implied semi-public sex, character study, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, corruption kink, teasing, not beta read, possessive behavior, kissing, orgasm control, bdsm elements, etc.

A/N: Trying to get better at AFAB smut so here’s a round of practice with bone daddy secondo

WC: 834

Secondo had always been—always would be—a fan of brats. He loved watching them break, watching them fold, watching as they denied themselves pleasure with prideful looks on their faces, only for the look to come crashing down when he finally broke them down. He loved that aspect in a partner, sexual or otherwise.

Yes, he was definitely a fan of brats.

Then you came along.

You were most certainly not a brat. You were too shy to be a brat, at least at first, a slight blush creeping up over your features at any degree of debauchery. You were a wallflower, skirting around people you deemed intimidating, eyes on your feet as you tried not to get flustered in the presence of people that could work you up easily.

Secondo was a fan of that, too. Brats were fun because of how deeply corrupted they were; you were fun because of how fundamentally corruptible you were. Secondo was just as drawn to it, much like a moth is drawn to flame.

Yeah, he really liked your innocence.

And now here you were, pressed up against his desk, a finger teasing your entrance, your face flushed bright red as he watched you, a grin on his face. Your eyes were darting all over, careful to avoid his own eyes as you squirmed, whimpering in hopes of getting one of his fingers inside you.

You were damn near drunk on the scent of leather and his cologne, the feather-light touches along your slit driving you closer to the brink of insanity. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, whines of need flowing freely as he continued teasing you with skilled touches.

Secondo leaned down, pressing a kiss to your head, his mouth dropping closer to your ear as he whispered, “all you have to do is look me in the eyes and ask nicely, and your papa will give you what you want. I know how badly you want to be good for me, little dove. I know you can do it, piccolo; be good and ask.”

You shivered, face flushing harder from his proximity and his words. You opened your mouth to try and speak, small squeaks and whines escaping instead. Your fingers were digging harder into the desk, your knuckles going white as you tried to force the words out.

“I—I want.. I need… I—“ you stuttered, feeling thoroughly flustered as he waited patiently.

“Look at me, caro. You’re doing so good. Now just look at me and ask,” he cooed, stroking back over your slit teasingly.

You swallowed, looking up at him as you took in a shaky breath, your pupils blown with lust. “I want y-your fingers inside me,” you whispered, holding eye contact for a few seconds longer before breaking away.

Secondo smiled, wide and wicked, his middle finger slipping inside you with ease from how wet you were. “Very good,” he purred in praise, nipping at your neck, “but you’re always so well behaved, aren’t you? Such an obedient little thing you are.”

You didn’t say anything, teeth clamped down on your lower lip as you fought to contain your moans, his finger curling inside you.

Secondo nipped along your neck and jawline, his breath hot on your skin, “so obedient and so, so shy. My cock gets hard just thinking about all the ways I could make you squirm. I’m going to ruin you, little dove.”

“Please,” you begged, unsure of what you were really begging for, your thoughts hazy and far away as another finger slipped inside with the first.

“Always so polite,” he praised with a slight snicker, definitely teasing you as he curled his fingers just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you. You moaned, shaking in his hold, your arousal dripping down his fingers.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded, eyes rolling back as he continued stroking over that one spot. “F-Fuck, Papa please,” you whined out, bucking into him when his palm made contact with your clit, grinding down into it to work you up even more.

“You want to cum on my fingers, bambino?” he all but sung in question, your hands moving to grasp him as you got closer and closer to cumming.

“Y-Yes,” you answered, tone full of desperation, “please make me cum, Papa, please.”

Secondo leaned down to kiss you, biting down on your bottom lip as he did, the nip of pain sending electric sparks throughout your body. “Cum for your Papa, little dove. Cum for me,” he whispered hotly, two more strokes of his fingers sending you hurtling over the edge. He fucked his fingers inside you harder, determined to continue and draw another climax out of you.

You tried to squirm out of his hold, gripping his wrist as the sensation became too much. Secondo chuckled, the sound dying out into a growl, “you aren’t going to be so shy by the time I’m finished with you, my little wallflower. That’s a promise.”

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—The Hunter’s Blood Moon—

Summary: Daniella is just your average college graduate, with a two-year film degree, a simple shift at her local bookstore, and a large friend group of two. On her graduation trip to Sweden, not only does she meet new faces and try new things, but a nighttime run-in with some fallen angels helps her discover innate magical powers even she was not aware of. And when some very-familiar-looking skeleton-faced popes show up to provide their own assistance, it’s up to Daniella to decide whether she wants to go back to her old life or stay in the Satanic Ministry of Ghost and learn the ways of their Dark God.

Chapter List (ongoing)

Prologue

Chapter 1 (in progress)

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Can we get some wonderful head-canons for all the papas and how they would support their s/o, assistants, ghouls, and siblings of sin during pride month? Sincerely a gay trans man who is very much a Papa simp💕

Hey, so I decided to just make a small list of general Ministry Pride headcanons - Jez

Pride in the Ministry headcanons

Pride is a very big thing in the Ministry.

I mean, have you seen he Papas? The Ghouls? Come on, there's no homophobia allowed.

Ghouls are absolutely allowed to bully anyone who is a homophobe. In extreme cases, they're allowed to attack.

Ministry was never really big on trafitional gender norms, anyway.

For example, you get to pick if you want to be called a Sister, a Brother or just a Sibling of Sin.

They are also very lenient on what you wear. You can be female aligned and wear male clothes. You can be male aligned and wear female cothes. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want, as long as you pick stuff from the general dress code, you're good.

The ministry actually has a fund for its trans community! They collect money throught the rest of the year and then, once you deal with the paperwork, you will entitled to ask for the Ministry to cover at least a part of your transision journey.

While they're not big on decor in the Ministry in general, Pride is one of the very few exceptions. The decoractions are subtle, but it's very clear.

Siblings of Sin can also get pride-themed rosaries and other accesories.

And the deisgns are either quirky and egdy or actually really incredibly gothic yet subtle.

The Ghouls like to wear little capes with their flags!

Terzo has a seperate set of Pride robes where the usual purple is replaced with the colors of the bisexual flag.

Secondo occasionally wears pride-themed ties or socks. Not underwear, though, he doesn't wear underwear.

He does get his nails painted for the occasion with Terzo, though.

Primo gets his nails painted, too. By Samael and Obyzouth.

He wears small rainbow pins.

The twins are allowed to dye some of their hair if they want. And paint their nails.

Mountain wears rainbow socks! All the ghouls do, but since Mountain rarely wears shoes, it's mostly visible on him.

Cumulus gives Proud Mom Hugs™ to anyone who needs them. Aurora copies her, wanting to do something nice, too.

Swiss and Aether pick that up, but instead of offering hugs, they run up to siblings, twirl them and run away.

They later get Phantom, Cirrus and Sunshine to join.

Rain chases after them and apologizes to everyone as he tries to stop them. Sodo chases after them to beat their asses.

Copia and Terzo spend a lot of time with the children in the Ministry, teaching them about tolerance and how love is love. <3

this megatron is just so sweet and gentle with the kids it absolutely. DESTROYS ME.

missing him hours :(

The Hunter’s Blood Moon

Prologue

I gripped the very edge of the stage, unable to wipe the beaming grin off my slightly-sweaty face, my chest heaving as the audience and I belted out the lyrics to ‘Cirice.’ Hearing sensitivity be damned, I would have gladly gone deaf if it meant I got the closest spot to the stage—the closest spot to him—as possible. I looked left to right, still no security guards to be seen, and yet nobody took the opportunity to climb onto the stage and join the performance, especially when he, Papa Emeritus III, was the lead vocalist. My heels bounced up and down with each boom of Pebble’s drums, the heavy shredding of Omega and Alpha on their respective guitars—it was still difficult to tell which Ghoul was which without their instruments—but my eyes stayed completely focused on the main lead himself.

I had no idea what the hell happened, but when Papa Emeritus II disappeared from Ghost and Papa III took over, it was like a switch just flipped on inside me. Seeing Secondo in his full Papa regalia? Awesome, and kind of funny considering his resemblance to a certain canine-named American singer; he’s nicknamed Mr. Worldwide for a reason. But seeing Terzo? With his raven-black hair, his classy black coat, and his white button-down? My heart had never fluttered so fast before, I had never squealed so loudly or flapped my hands so hard whenever photos and videos of him cropped up online or on the news, and even though I had wanted to see Ghost live since ninth grade, as soon as I graduated with my two-year film degree and got my first job at a local bookstore, my motivation cranked up to an eleven as soon as I found out that they—he—would play live in my town.

Terzo had just become my newest celebrity crush.

I didn’t give a single shit about any of the concert recordings I’d seen on YouTube anymore, nothing could have compared to hearing him in person. Whenever he held his microphone and sang, from ‘Year Zero’ to ‘Mummy Dust’—especially ‘Mummy Dust’; fuck, I’ll never get his raw sexual energy during that song out of my head—the sheer amount of confidence radiating from him had me falling head-over-heels, my heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out, my cheeks heating up so much to the point where I probably looked like a tomato or a seedless strawberry. And judging by the comments I’d seen other fans post on the Internet, I wasn’t the only one having a reaction like that.

Some very eager fans shoved past me and squealed right in my ear when Terzo swept past his boyfriend Omega, and the reason why clicked in my head as soon as the music drastically stopped, his voice lowered to a near-whisper, and his gorgeous mismatched eyes scanned the entire front row of the crowd. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t stop the short scream that tore from my throat, my right hand among others reaching past the edge of the stage as the audience either screamed for Papa or belted out the important lines for that part of the song.

A lucky fan was about to get Cirice’d.

My heart practically stopped as soon as Terzo’s gaze landed on the rabid fans around me, his lips curling into a devious smirk, making my cheeks burn and sending the women surrounding me into an absolute frenzy. The anxious lump immediately grew in my chest, my knees trembled, and my shyness kicked in as I slowly drew my hand away from the stage. There were already so many hands reaching for him, I didn’t think he would notice one missing. Terzo glanced at each frothing member of his congregation, strolling up and down; I’m pretty sure some ‘Wet Floor’ signs would be put around the place once the area got cleared out, I’d have to keep my eyes on the ground just to be sure I don’t slip and fall and potentially break my neck.

He started to approach a fan to my left…

And stopped.

Right in front of me.

I felt my pulse begin racing throughout my entire body, the flush on my cheeks reaching down to the back of my neck as the audience members next to me kept their hands towards Terzo. He looked down, directly at my withdrawn hand as I held it against my chest.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

He looked back up at me…

…got down on his left knee…

…held out his hand…

…and his smile easily put an angel’s to shame.

Holy fuck.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’M GETTING CIRICE’D!!!

Before I knew it, my fingertips met the soft fabric of Terzo’s gloved palm, and his fingers curled around mine, his thumb brushing the back of my hand as he tugged me closer to him. While my brain short-circuited and the ball of shyness threatened to explode in my chest, my other hand tried and failed to cover up and cool down the blush on my left cheek. My head was on the verge of overheating, but an airiness settled itself along with the heat as I looked up at Terzo. He knelt right in front of me, my hand in his as the Ghouls started playing again, his voice so clear and pretty as he sang the main chorus of the song. The corners of my mouth curled into a timid smile, and I could only look away for a few seconds before my eyes found his again, the anxiety wearing down and changing into a bubbly, giddy sort of shyness with a ton of suppressed excitement just short of bursting. My very first Ghost ritual, and I got to hold hands with Papa Emeritus III.

I couldn’t wait to gush about it to Elijah and Allison.

He pulled me closer, my stomach beginning to press against the edge of the stage, and I was more than certain that he, the Ghouls, and the audience could see the imaginary pink and red cartoon hearts floating around my head and popping like bubbles. Anticipation fluttered in my chest, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better than they were right now, Terzo set his microphone down next to him, his voice still perfectly clear as day, and I felt a legitimate shiver—an actual honest-to-God shiver—run down my spine as he gently tilted my chin up with his other hand, like something straight out of a romance novel. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, and I swear the ground almost disappeared beneath my feet, my breathing grew slightly heavier, and the noisy crowd behind me faded away into simple background noise.

Blood thrummed in my ears. Adrenaline rushed through me. My toes curled inside my shoes, the muscles in my shoulders ached the longer I tensed them, but I stayed rooted to my spot.

“…s… im…!”

What…?

“Ki… im…!”

The hell were they saying?

“Kiss him!!”

Oh.

OH.

Okay, I definitely did not hear that right. There was absolutely no way in hell that the entire audience started chanting “Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!” nonstop, their screams loud enough to make the entire arena tremble. I clutched the fabric of my pants, my knuckles no doubt turning white, the muscles in my fingers twitching with how hard I was straining them. Most of my brain yelled at me not to do it, not to risk getting banned from another Ghost concert for life; so I just stood there, willing my body not to pass out from how close Terzo was, how the fabric of his gloved palms fueled the steaming blush on my cheeks and sent shivers down my back, how his fingers brushed against the…

…the hollow of my…

…my throat…

His eyes…

…his mysterious white eye that gleamed under the harsh stage lights…

…the way his furrowed brows enhanced his gaze to create the most beautiful pair of ‘fuck me’ eyes I’d ever seen…

…the only ones I’d ever…

And then it happened.

It finally happened.

A pair of warm paint-covered lips pressed against mine, stray locks of raven hair traced feather-light touches against my temples. My fingers clutched the left collar of Terzo’s coat as my knees threatened to buckle under my weight. The butterflies immediately erupted from my stomach and spread throughout the rest of my body. I couldn’t tell my own thundering heartbeat from the deafening roar of the crowd while the last few minutes of ‘Cirice’ had now become simple background noise. His fingers gently threaded through my hair, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he tightened his grip on my hand. The steaming rosy blush on my cheeks spread down to my neck, my eyes fluttered to a close, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

It finally happened.

I just had my first kiss.

-

My breaths were deep and slow as my eyes fluttered open, the Christmasy smell of fresh pine flowing through my nose as the gentle hum of the A/C met my ears. The thinnest rays of sunlight were just beginning to stream through my window, casting slanted orange-yellow patterns and shapes on the walls; a strand of hair stuck to my left eye, but at least I didn’t get a flash-bang straight to the face. I turned onto my back and sluggishly raised my left hand up, brushing my fingers against my dry and chapped lips. After making a quick mental note to apply lip balm later—Mom would definitely get on my ass about it—I clenched the blanket and threw my head back against the pillow, glaring at the ceiling like it owed me money and was too lazy to pay me back even a dollar. My cheeks puffed out as I added a childish pout to my little staring contest with the drywall or whatever it was above my head. I didn’t have a doubt that grabbing my pillow and punching it would have woken up my parents and my brother in the next room over, so I just sat there and pulled the blanket over my face, a warm flush coloring my cheeks as I willed the bed to swallow me whole and let me wallow in my own disappointment.

I huffed, crossing my arms. I should have known it was too good to be true. Kissing Terzo immediately after getting Cirice’d? I mean, come on. No way. I would give all the money in my bank account for that—consensually, of course, I’m not a total creep—but the chances of a kiss on the lips during that part of the song are practically zero. He probably has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or gender-non-confirming date friend or something; if I were his partner—God, I wish—I’d be pretty pissed if he made out with every fan he Cirice’d. Besides, security would have definitely stopped that from happening.

A girl can dream, though.

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