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sinclqir · 10 months

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something?

warnings: smut, angst? idk?, unreciprocated feelings (but not really?)

papa emeritus iv x male reader

word count: no fkn clue

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papas moans were loud, his hands gripping the sheets as his face was pressed against the covers. his back was arched as your hands gripped his hips, his paints were smudged on the bed as tears flowed down his face, not from pain, but from pure pleasure.

“s-sei così profondo! y-y/n!” papas voice was so broken, a mixture between a whine and a moan. with every thrust you gave to him, his cock rubbed against the bed, doubling the pleasure. he couldn’t get enough, but it was too much at the same time.

papa and you’s relationship was…complicated. this was a regular occurrence, fucking him ruthlessly at LEAST three times a week. you did have feelings for him, but he made it clear that he wasn’t interested in you that way. it was fine at first, just pure sex. aside from these interactions, he would barely speak to you, not sparing you a pacing glance. he was too busy flirting and messing around with other siblings of sin, it hurt. quite a bit. after every meetup, he would send you on your way, which only hurt more. after a while, it was just normal, the feelings for him faded away.

you started to talk to more siblings of sin, sleeping around more often. before papa, you were reserved, more shyer than anything. when he proposed the idea, you accepted, already having a crush on him. then when he showed he was only interested for the sex, the feelings died down, knowing your place.

papa noticed how you started to mess around more, a weird twinge of jealousy bubbling in his chest. he tried to suppress those feelings for you that started to come, not wanting to commit. but the way you talked to him, in and out of the bedroom, it made him feel like he was young again. he hated the look on your face whenever he told you to leave after a night of pleasure, he wanted nothing more than for you to stay with him, cuddle him to sleep. tonight, he wouldn’t do that, he wanted to see you in the afterglow, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he even stopped flirting with other siblings, only wanting you.

he snapped out of his thoughts as your cock hit his prostate, his eyes rolling back into his head as a moan rippled through his chest. you were the best he’s ever had, he was addicted, to not only your dick, but to you in general.

“i-i’m…im close, y/n,” papa whined, pushing back to meet your thrusts. your hair fell in front of your face, sweat dripping down your body. your hand laced into his hair, gripping harshly, “yeah? cum for me,” you groaned, feeling your own orgasm coming close.

with a few more hits to his prostate, papa came all over the sheets, his legs shaking wildly. his voice was gone at this point, but he managed to let out a raspy moan. you followed his release right after, cumming deep into him, painting his insides white. he panted, trying to catch his breath.

you already knew the drill at this point, pulling out of him and getting off the bed. papa whined at the loss, but was too much in a state of bliss to realize what was happening. he waited for you to check on him, but when you didn’t, he felt a pang of hurt. he flipped onto his back and looked at you, a complete mess. “y-y/n…wait-“ he breathed out. you were already buttoning your shirt back on when you heard his voice, “what?” you asked, still slightly out of breath. “where are you going, tesoro?” he asked softly, running his hand through his hair.

you looked at him with furrowed brows, “leaving.” you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. you could see the flash of sadness go across his face, “y/n, you don’t have to go.” he said quietly.

then it came, those feelings that had died down for the man came rushing back, but the thought that he maybe wanted to go for round three whipped through your mind. you cleared your throat, “why do you want me to stay?” you asked, a bit harsher than you intended. papa flinched at your use of tone, “i-i just…want you to s-stay is all,” he lied. he wanted to tell you how much you meant to him, how he only wanted you.

you couldn’t help yourself, making papa feel bad made you feel like shit. you stopped buttoning your shirt, it halfway done as you walked over to him. you grabbed some tissues from his bedside table and cleaned his stomach, papa didn’t question it. you cleaned away the mixture of his and your cum, and sweat off his body. he closed his eyes, feeling sleepy now. “stay? please…” papa whispered, it sounded so sweet and those words were what you always wanted to hear. you nodded and took off your shirt again, stripping down to your boxers and laying down beside him. you didn’t dare to cuddle him, but when he snuggled closely to your side, you melted and wrapped your arm around him, holding him close.

he hummed in delight, laying his head on your chest. “y/n…i-…” the words died in his throat, nerves creeping into his being. your hand came up to play with his hair, and his anxiety faded away, “i love you.” he said, his voice barely audible. you froze, did he just say that? “really? you’re not playing with me?” you asked, hesitant to believe him. “y-yes, caro. i’m sorry i haven’t said it sooner…i was….nervous.” papa said, keeping his face away from yours incase your reaction was one he didn’t want. “papa…i’ve been waiting for you to say that.” he lifted his head up and looked at you, his eyes wide as a blush was spread across his face. (his paints were nearly gone at this point.) “really? you mean it, s-si?” he asked, looking for confirmation in your eyes. you smiled at his reaction and nodded your head, “si, i love you too.” and with that, you leaned in and kissed him softly.

papa was beaming, kissing your back just as softly but with his adrenaline, it was a bit more forceful. you chuckled along his lips and pulled back, resting your foreheads together. he kissed your cheek and laid his head back down on your chest, also giving it a kiss as well.

from that night on, it was just you two. the only person for eachother, soulmates.

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sinclqir · 1 year

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alright, forgive me for my lack of writing. shits been crazy recently, but part 3 of first greetings is coming soon. mb y’all.

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sinclqir · 1 year

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me next

The unholy bastarddd!

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sinclqir · 1 year

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first greeting pt 2

warnings/ nsfw, edging, slight angst

the next day copia woke up from his luxurious bed. he yawns while he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. all he can think about is what you’re gonna do to him today.

meanwhile you woke up earlier today, having to gripe at terzo for how much he is spending while he is on tour. you’re a fairly chill person, but you’re stern. terzo is….terzo. he takes nothing seriously, and it fucking irritates you. he always assumes you’re joking whenever you scold him. he’ll be chuckling, smiling, having a good laugh, while you’re practically fuming.

“terzo. are you listening to me?” you ask through gritted teeth. “hmm?! what was that sorella? the music is so loud here!” he was at a club, spending way too much. “terzo! will you just fucking listen for once!?” you begin to pace around your office, gripping your phone.

sister gave copia paperwork so he could deliver it to you. he was practically sweating bullets, nervous yet very excited on what you would say. he approaches your door and holds up one of his fists to knock, before he does he hears you basically growl. his heart beats faster in his chest, heat rising through him. he decides to go through with it and gave your door a firm knock.

you groan and ask, “what!?” copias breath hitches, “uh…it’s…i-it’s me sorella… i have something to give you…” his voice is small. you wanted to feel bad at yelling at him but terzo kept pushing your buttons. you stride to the door and open it, turning around again. you sit down on your office chair and gesture for copia to sit in-front of you. the cardinal scurries to sit down and sets the paperwork on your desk.

“if you don’t stop spending all this fucking money, i will make sure that the hotel you will be staying at will be the shittiest place you’ll ever be.” copia watches you intently. “oh cmon sorella, you wouldn’t- no let me rephrase that, you can’t.” you could practically hear his smirk through the phone. your breathing quickened. “yes i will. are you trying to test me here?” copia could hear terzo even though the phone wasn’t on speaker. “you can’t speak to me like that, i’ll have you fired before you can even blink.” copias eyes widened at his brothers words. “terzo. i have been trying to be civil, but if you give me no respect, i will never give you any.” terzo laughed, “i’m done with this conversation.” terzo hung up.

you could feel your blood boiling, your jaw tightening, your breathing quickening. you abruptly stood up and slammed your phone against the wall, shaking in anger. copia felt out of place, awkwardly looking at you. you regain your composure, “i’m sorry you had to hear that cardinal, he can be very irritating at times.” you laughed bitterly. “anyway, what’s this paperwork that sister gave me?” copia snapped out of his trance. “it’s terzos expenses….” he felt nervous to say it. you sat back down in your chair. “what a beautiful coincidence.” you reached for the paperwork. “you seem very tense sorella…” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, “really? didn’t notice.” you immediately regretted your words, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean for that to be that rude. i’ve been very stressed as of recently.”

“would you like a shoulder massage?” copia asked timidly. you smirked, look up at him from your paperwork. “hmm…that actually sounds nice.” his eyes seemed to have lit up. he gets out of his chair and walks over to you. he stops behind you and nervously sets his hands on your shoulders. he starts kneading at the knots in your shoulders. you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh. he felt happy that he could give you a little bit of relaxation.

he kept kneading, slowly going harder. a moan slipped out of your mouth. copias movements stop for a moment before continuing. your body shuddered, and when copia felt that ,his pants started to tighten.

it started getting to a point where copia felt like he couldn’t handle it anymore. it had only been about 5 minutes and he was rock hard, trying to subtly grind into the back of your chair. you felt him against the chair, pushing up against it, then pulling back. you immediately knew what he was doing.

“you’re so good at this…” you basically moaned out. you could feel his hands stop their movements before shakily continuing. “grazie…”

you started over dramatizing how good it felt. you praised him, telling him he’s so good, so good to you. every praise made his hands shake even more. you put one of your hands over his and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, “what’s wrong? you’re hands are so shaky…” your voice was like honey, it drove him crazy. “n-nothing sorella!” he stuttered.

“come here. stand in front of me.” you let go of his hands. his eyes widen and his hands clasped in front of his bulge. you rolled your chair back, giving him room. copia stood in front of you, standing straight. he stayed silent.

“put your hands behind you.”

he slowly put his hands behind his back. he looked down to see if you would notice his erection, and oh yes you could. you smirked and looked up at him. you ran one of your hands lightly up his thigh. his breath hitched. “w-what are y- oh!” his sentence was cut off as your hand met his bulge. “un fottuto pervertito…” he bit his lip, trying to keep his moans. “take off your cassock.” you rolled your chair back further. he started to nervously unbutton his black cassock. occasionally he would look at you. once he finished he slipped it off his shoulders and set it on the desk. “may i ask you something?” he looks up immediately, “si….of course…” you rolled your chair closer, your feet meeting his.

“how does it feel?” he watches your every move with wide eyes. “what do you mean?” he asked. “how does it feel to be un vecchio sporco?” he looked away, ashamed. you rested your hands on his thighs. “how does it feel to be a complete pervert?” arousal pooled in his stomach. “barely touched me for 5 minutes and you’re throbbing..” your words made him audibly whimper. “do you want me to touch you?”

he nodded frantically. “do you think you deserve it?” he nodded again. you smiled seductively and started unbuttoning his pants. his breath quickened when you started to pull down his pants and underwear. his dick sprang free, it was already dripping with precum. copia let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he felt the cold air hit him. you gawked at his large size, you knew he was big but you didn’t expect THAT big. (monster ghock) you wrapped your hand around the base of his ghock (okay im done) and slowly started stroking him.

his face looked so cute like this, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack, heavy breathing. his whimpers drove you absolutely crazy. you began to grip him a little tighter, squeezing harder when you meet his tip. copia felt like he was on cloud nine, it didn’t feel real. you brought your mouth to his tip and licked his slit. his eyes snapped down. he whined so loud it was almost ear splitting. you kept teasingly licking at his tip as you stroked him. copia fely his orgasm coming close.

“i’m…i’m close…” he shuts his eyes closed and grips the table harder. before he can reach his climax, you pull off of him. “wait! i-i wasn’t finished!” copia whines. you look up at him with a mischievous grin. “i have to get to work.” copias face reddens as he heavy breathes. “b-but i was good! i did what i was asked!” he looked as if he was about to cry. “meet me at my chambers at 12:00 tonight, we’ll continue where we left off. but in the meantime, i need to get to work so if you’ll just…” you gestured for him to move.

copia hurriedly pulled up his pants and got out of your way. after he finished putting on his cassock, he left your office. he could feel his dick throb in his pants as he tried to speed his way to his room. once he reached it, he entered and locked his door. all that could be heard was his whining and whimpering, and him occasionally calling out your name.

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sorry for the wait, i’ve been busy. i’ve also made a new tiktok @sinclqirr , i edit 👍

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sinclqir · 1 year

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Cheat

terzo x female reader

warnings:

angst, cheating, breakups, and a very VERY rude terzo (it’s only for the sake of the story)

there will be a part two!

you’re a very well respected person in the ministry. you organized the tours, made sure all the siblings of sin were in check, and a very hard worker. you were also dubbed one of the most attractive sisters in the ministry. you had many siblings of sin try to hook up with you, but you didn’t per sue them, thinking it can interfere with your work. and you were not going to let all your hard work go to waste for a one night stand. but you weren’t perfect, and you let all that aside for him.

papa emeritus iii.

his charm and flirting got to you and you got with him. the casual sex quickly turned into a relationship. this was one of your first relationships you’ve been in. it was perfect, you would spend all your free time together, him buying you the most lavish gifts, him whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but that ended fairly quickly. he kept flirting with other siblings but you just assumed it was only his personality, which wasn’t half untrue.

he was always a very flirtatious man. to your knowledge he was loyal though. his flirting was the only thing he shared with others.

until the rumors started to fly. a new sister had been introduced to the ministry. she was beautiful. her name was daniela, and she was one of the most attractive people in the ministry. yet every time you tried to talk to her she was insanely passive aggressive. you didn’t think anything of it, people thought you were intimidating due to your high ranking in the ministry. if sister imperator needed anything important done, she would go to you immediately.

terzo started to become more distant with you, it hurt, but you didn’t know how to talk to him about it. he was a busy man, he’s papa. you decided to shrug it off until someone showed you that his relationship with sister daniela was starting to become something more than just acquaintances. they showed you a picture of terzo with his signature sly smirk, and the sister blushing. that wasn’t crazy to you, but the picture of him with his hand on her thigh made you a little uneasy. and then the video. it was of them kissing. your heart broke at the sight. you were never good with emotions so this feeling was unnatural to you. you didn’t know what to do.

you decided to confront him tonight, tired of everyone telling you he was cheating on you.

he walked out of his dressing room, prepared for a concert. “terzo…can we talk?”

"what is it?" terzo asked, he put a hand to his ear to block out the sound of the crowd, "what do we have to talk about? i am very, very busy and i have an entire crowd to sing for! so what is it!?" you looked at him sadly, “never mind, we’ll talk after the show.” terzo took in a sharp breath, but covered up his reaction with a smile, "alright! i will be very happy to, after the show." He grabbed the microphone out of the stand and stepped to the front of the stage, "are y'all ready to rock!?" the crowd roaring, "are you ready to let the devil in!?" the crowd roaring.

he performed a fantastic show, as usual, and stepped off stage. "whew! What a tough crowd tonight. but, it's time to have a little chat, isn't it?" terzo sighed as he slid his papal robes and placed them down on the ground. the backstage was quiet as the staff put away all of the instruments and audio equipment. the room was dimly lit, as terzo had demanded that no light be shed on it, as it was part of his dark aesthetic. "let's have it, what did you want to ask me?"

“can we talk in the dressing room? please?” your voice was light, which took him by surprise, he was used to your very stern voice. “of course!” he grabbed your hand and walked to his dressing room. he closed the door and walked to his vanity to take off his papa paints. “terzo, i’ve been having this problem recently…that i can’t ignore any longer.” you avert your eyes to the ground. "hm. go on. i'm listening.” his voice sounded uninterested as he took a makeup wipe and carefully took off his paints. “people have been…gossiping recently and…. a lot have been saying things.” you trail off as you felt a lump in your throat.

terzo looked concerned, though he hid it well. "tell me, what have people been saying," it may be difficult, but i want to help you, he thought, "i need to know, you understand?"

“they’ve been saying that you have been unfaithful to me…with sister daniela. is it true?” you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it.

terzo turned bright red and his jaw dropped as his head whipped around, "what?! that's... that's ridiculous! who... who would spread such horrible lies!?" his eyes filled with fury and he slammed his fists on his thighs, "that's absurd!"

you look at him with sad eyes, “terzo, i know you’re lying.”

"excuse me!?" terzo stood up and stormed over to where you were standing, "why would you be so stupid as to believe that!? just because other people say it doesn't make it true! how on earth can i tell you to trust me if you're gonna fall for stupid rumors like that!?" he grabbed your shoulders, "i would never do that to anyone! how could i even do such a thing!? i’m papa! i serve Satan! do you really think i could cheat on someone!?" you shrugged off his hands.

you pull out your phone. “they have shown me pictures!” you showed him said photograph. “how do you explain that?” he could see the tears in your eyes. threatening to fall.

terzo grew extremely quiet and pale in the face. "that-..." he paused, not quite sure how to explain it, "that's me comforting her! sister daniela is very close to both sister imperator and i. she's been struggling with some pretty... sensitive things lately, and i was making sure she was feeling alright! we weren't... we weren't trying to do anything! i swear it! how can i... can i even prove it?!"

“stop lying to me please…they have more.” you swipe and show him the second picture.

"w-what!?" terzo stuttered. he grabbed the phone and looked at the picture in sheer disbelief. his jaw dropped. oh no. this is bad, this is really bad. but... terzo was a quick thinker. "you- no... this is- this is a deepfaked image! i would never do that with sister daniela!" he said confidently, "i would never do that with anyone that's not you!" a tear slipped out of your eye. “why would someone do that…?” you whispered.

"because they want to spread lies! i'm papa. i'm a public figure. people want to tear me down, and you, you foolish idiot, you just blindly believe in whatever anyone tells you!" terzo shouted, "i would never cheat on you! do you... do you even trust me??" when he called you an idiot it hurt, you told him how you hated being called anything that had to do with your intelligence. your ex wasn’t a good person, he always degraded you and made you feel like you were nothing.

“i did trust you! since you want to keep blatantly lying to me, here’s a video!” your emotions started to take over as you showed him the video.

for the first time in all of his life, papa emeritus the third was speechless. he stared into the phone, frozen completely into place. his eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. after several seconds had passed, he swallowed hard and spoke quietly, "that... that... there's..." he sighed, "it's... true."

you backed away from him. “how could you! you…you said you loved me!” the tears started to fall. you hated to show your vulnerability, especially in a situation like this. "it was just... just a one time thing! i- i didn't mean it! she was just so sad... and she... it meant nothing! it was just one time!" terzo begged your forgiveness, "i swear it won't happen again! it meant nothing! it won't happen again! i promise you! just, please, forgive me! PLEASE!"

“yeah…you’re right…it wont happen again because this,” you gestured in between both of you, “this is over.” you turned to leave but terzo grabbed your forearm.

terzo gasped. he couldn't believe you would say such a thing! tears filling his eyes, "NO! PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE!" he pleaded like a child, "I BEG YOU!!!"

“get off of me! if you loved me, you wouldn’t have fucked another!” you yelled at him, letting him know how bad he fucked up.

before he could speak there was a knock at the door.

his eyes were glossed over as you walk to the door. to your luck, it was the topic of the hour. sister daniela. “is terzo is here?” her voice was like sandpaper to your ears. “yes, he’s here.” terzo said meekly. “what do you want?” he couldn’t help but give a nasty tone to his question. why is she even here? what does she have to say about this? this was just a one time mistake that meant nothing! it's not even like it was planned or anything... it's just... that she's sad! i was just comforting her! i didn't mean for it to turn into THAT! i didn't mean for it to turn into anything!, he thought.

you step aside and let the sister walk in. she harshly shoved your shoulder and gave you a smirk. "oh, you have to be kidding me..." terzo mumbled in annoyance, "get out! get out!" He pointed to the door, trying desperately to get rid of her, "this has NOTHING to do with you! just... just get out, you..." he tried to think of something mean to say, but couldn't think of anything, so he finished with, "...brat!"

the sister looked shocked at his sudden outburst, “but…but terzo…” you stared at the two of them.

"yes? what? what do you want!?" terzo yelled, clearly getting more and more upset by her presence, "go on! spit it out already! what is it that you want!?" he tried as desperately to hold back, "just get to the point, you... you... BITCH!"

sister daniela look as if she was about to cry, “never mind you asshole! i should’ve never fucked you!” she started stomping towards the door. before she left she got up in your face. it took everything in you to not fuck her up. “oh and by the way, he said that you could never compare to what i gave him.” with that she left.

terzo stood still for several seconds after the door had slammed shut. a million words ran through his head, but none of them made it out of his mouth. he was stunned into silence... and then he was mad. "that BITCH! that SCULLION! that SLUT! i'll show her! i can't believe she's this petty!" he stormed a couple steps towards the door, "i'll show her... i'll show everyone!”

“show everyone what exactly? that you’re nothing but a liar and a cheat.” you were tired. tired of all of this. "do you seriously think i care what people think?!” He snapped, pacing back and forth, “im papa, don’t you forget that! i have a responsibility… a mission! one that’s much bigger than some stupid little cheating scandal! i’ve got the whole world to enlighten!” He shouted, then he began to grin, “i’m gonna use this as marketing! shat a scandalous papa am i!”

“i should’ve never loved you…this was the biggest mistake i’ve ever made.” your words were laced with venom.

he felt his heartbreak. “w-what?” he clutched his chest, the pain feels physical. “i thought what we had was special? how…how could i have been so stupid?”

you laughed in disbelief, “how could you be stupid?! i gave this relationship all i had for a year! a year terzo!!”

“i know… i… i was wrong! i was... i was so wrong! i'm… SORRY!” Terzo sobbed, trying to get the right words out, “i just… i just…” Terzo curled up into the fetal position on the floor, “i can’t…” He began to hyper-ventilate.

you stare at him, “satanas you’re pathetic..”

terzo's jaw dropped as you spoke. " you're cruel..." he wiped a string of tears from his eyes, "i... i can't believe this. how could you be so... cold? i just... how could you?"

“need i remind you that you’re the one that cheated!? and i’m the cold one? really!?”

"I-I KNOW I'M THE CHEATER! BUT YOU'RE... YOU'RE THE coldest person i've ever met in my LIFE! *and ive met some people!" the pope shouted, "SO YES, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN WHY ARE YOU SO COLD!?. WHAT'S YOUR DEAL!?"

“i am only giving you the same amount of treatment you have been giving me!”

"THAT'S A PILE OF BULL!" the papa yelled, "I WOULD NEVER BE AS COLD AS YOU!" he stood up, pointing a shaking finger at you, "you're so cold you're a monster! you're no better than the rest of humanity!" he spat, "you just play the role of 'the good girl’ but you're just as cruel and heartless as the rest of... everyone." he finished, tears filling his eyes once more, "i... i didn't wanna say this... but I've always known it."

you got up in his face, feeling his breath fanning yours. “all you did was lie to me…all you did was hurt me…and IM the fucking monster? really!?”

"YES!" the pope yelled, "YES YOU ARE! you're a monster! you're a cold hearted, unfeeling, heartless monster and i don't know why i didn't see it for so long!" he laughed in bitter annoyance, "is that what you want me to say? i'm a lying cheating bastard and you're a *saint!?"* He scoffed, "well, good for you! you're right! i am a lying cheating bastard, and you... are a cold hearted, unfeeling, heartless monster. congratulations."

“I NEVER SAID I WAS A FUCKING SAINT! BUT ME BEING HEARTLESS IS NOTHING BUT FUCKING BULLSHIT! ALL I GAVE TO YOU WAS LOVE TERZO! WHEN SISTERS AND BROTHERS OF SIN THREW THEMSELVES AT ME I NEVER ONCE THOUGH ABOUT PERUSING THEM!” your noses were practically touching.

"OH, DON'T YOU BRING THEM INTO THIS, YOU HYPOCRITE!" terzo yelled, "you and i BOTH know i could bring up something from your past here, but I'm not THAT petty... but o should be, because you aren't worthy of being treated with even an ounce of respect! you deserve to be mocked and laughed at, so you can fully understand what you've done to me! YOU ARE A HEARTLESS, COLD-HEARTED FIEND!!! AND DON'T YOU COME CRYING BACK TO ME WHEN NO ONE ELSE WANTS YOU!"

he reminded you of your ex. it’s fully broke your heart.

“FUCK YOU, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A JOKE! EVERYONE IN THE MINISTRY THINKS THAT YOURE ONLY GOOD FOR SEX! THATS ALL PEOPLE THINK OF YOU! YOURE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC JOKE OF A POPE!” you couldn’t take it anymore, you spat at him, tears flowing down your face.

terzo gasped as his heart shattered? into a million pieces. he didn't know which was worse... the heartbreak of realizing that the one person he ever really loved didn't love him back, or the heartbreak of realizing that others never loved nor respected him back.

the truth of what she was saying was way more painful than she could imagine...

The pope fell to his knees, sobbing, "n–no... no, it's not true... i-i'm..." he fell to his side, bawling uncontrollably, "I'm nothing but a-a joke?"

“i set everything aside to love you…to show people that you’re better than that. that you’re a good guy….but…they’re right.”

"they're right..." he mumbled, lying completely prone on the ground. he tried to speak... but his words were only a garbled mess of tears and snot, "i-i'm... I'm nothing but a joke and a-a joke like me... doesn't deserve love..." the pope started to laugh as all the pain and hurt and anger and fear and sadness all built inside him, "i-i don't deserve love, do i?" His words seemed to turn into a mix between crying and laughing, "no... no one... deserves a freak... like me..."

“have fun with your pathetic life…this is the last time you’ll be seeing me… have a terrible night terzo.” you turned at left. slamming the door. you walked outside the venue and completely broke down. all of it hurt too much. the love of your life….cheated on you…called you an idiot….and a monster..

terzo watched you leave... still just lying there on the floor. he curled himself up and kept crying. It's... it's true... he didn't deserve love... he was a freak. was sister y/n right? did everyone think he was worthless? was... was that why no one took him seriously?

"f-freak..." he whispered to himself, his self esteem broken in a million little pieces...

"that's all i'll ever be... a pathetic.…freak...”

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my guilty pleasure is writing angst. anyway lmk if you enjoyed this!

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Cardinal Copia Imagine

first greetings

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cardinal copia x female reader

warnings (nsfw)

masturbation

word count: idk

you walk down the lavish halls of the ministry, admiring the beautiful work around. as you walk you don’t see a the figure coming at you, walking very quickly. the two of you collide. “mia dispiace!” the figure says. you look up and see a timid man in a crimson cassock. “sorry, i didn’t see you.” you reply to the man. “i havent seen you around, what is your name?” he clasps his hands together, waiting for you answer.

“i’m y/n.” he nods quickly and reaches out for a handshake, reaching a little too far with his hand and accidentally grazes your breast. his hand recoils and his face turns as red as his cassock. “m-mia dispiace! i was going for a h-handshake…” he averts his eyes to the ground, almost dying from embarrassment. “it’s fine.” you reply and reach your own hand out for a handshake. as if he couldn’t feel more embarrassed, he reaches out again with the wrong hand. you giggle at his actions. “what’s your name?” his eyes widen for a moment before he reply’s with, “cardinal copia.”

“well nice to meet you cardinal copia.” you smile warmly. he enjoys the way his name comes out to your mouth. no, no you just met her! ,he thought. he felt butterflies in his belly whenever you talked. he felt stupid that he can’t even act normal when an attractive woman has small talk with him. no wonder why you’re still a virgin at the ripe age of 52, he was lost in his thoughts as you spoke. “cardinal?” you asked.

“si?” he looked up at your y/e/c eyes. “did you hear me?” you smile at him with a slight puzzled look. “oh…what did you say?” his face redden even more, the color tinting his ears as well. “i asked if you’re doing okay, you’re extremely red. are you sick?” he blushes harder, not helping his case. “no, no i’m fine. sto proprio bene.” he awkwardly itches the back of his neck. “well i have to meet with Sister, it was very nice meeting you. i hope i see you around more often copia.” the way his name lingers on your tongue drove him crazy. you reached and rubbed his shoulder slightly with your hand before leaving, sending pleasure through his body. his body shudders. he felt his pants tightening and body tense up at the slight touch. he scurried to his room.

once he enters his room he walks over to his mirror. “really? you really can’t handle a graze on your arm?” he scold himself, but feels his cock twitch in his pants. “cazzo.” he says through gritted teeth. his hand slowly trails to his hard on and he palms himself slowly through his pants. his breath quickens. he starts unbuttoning his cassock. it’s falls to the floor, his hand returns to its original place. “ah~” he whimpers slightly. he walks to the edge of his bed and continues. he feels a wet patch through his pants, precum practically leaking from his tip like a faucet. it’s noticeable through his white, tight suit. sweat beads at the top of his head as his face contorts in pleasure. “y/n…” he whines out your name.

he feels himself growing closer to his orgasm, but before he can cum, a knock is heard at his door. “sei fottutamente serio in questo momento?” he says through gritted teeth as he walks up to his door, annoyed his alone time had gotten cut just before his release. he opens his door and to his surprise, it’s you. the same person who he was imagining was pleasuring him. his face reddens quickly, eyes widen. “i heard you call out my name. is everything okay?” you ask sincerely, worried he is in distress. his hand flys to cover his throbbing erection. “si…si im fine…i’m okay…”he replies shyly. you cant help but think he’s cute whenever he looks down at the ground. “well, sister wanted me to give these to you, be careful , they’re quite heavy.”

“grazie..” he goes to grab the large binder but his hands fly back down to cover his large bulge. “uhm…could you put them on the table for me? per favore?”

“of course! where do you want me to set them?” he tells you to set them on the table. you start walking into his room, looking at the beautiful setting around you. it’s decorated with dark red and gold accents, being a mostly black room. you don’t notice his cassock lying on the ground as you trip on it. the binder goes flying and as do you. but before you reach the ground, he grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. your back is flushed against his front. you feel something poking your ass, eyes widening, realizing that it’s him.

he feels your body tense up, feeling like an absolute pervert at this moment. he lets go of you quickly, hand going back down to hide his dick. it’s throbs harder than ever now that it touched you in such a lewd way. his precum comes more heavily.

you try to be rational, assuming that the hard thing that pressed against your backside was just something in his pocket. you turn around to face him and take in his state. hands over his crotch area, face beet red, sweat dripping from his hairline. you look down at his pants, noticing how incredibly tight they were. there is definitely not anything his pocket, you would’ve seen it in his tight ahh pants.

you both stare at each other, not knowing what to say. “you must be huge.” your hand flys to your mouth. why the fuck did i just say that!?

his eyes bulge out of his head. “q-que?” he grips his crotch harder at your sudden boldness. you decide to keep up with the confidence, “you heard me.” voice wavering slightly, testing the waters.

is this really happening right now, or is my imagination extremely realistic? he’s asks himself. “move your hands.” he’s taken aback at the demand. you hold your ground, walking up to him slowly. “i don’t like repeating myself copia.” the two of you are face to face. he looks down at you and complies. you look down in between the two of you, taking in his erection. the precum in his pants shows prominently. his mouth opens slightly, breath fanning your face. “what were you doing before i knocked on your door?”

“i…i was just reading! si..si reading…” his voice is shaking slightly.

“don’t lie to me.” you hook your finger under his chin and make him look into your eyes. “were you pleasuring yourself?”

he nods.

“what were you thinking of?” you ask knowingly.

“you…” he says quietly. “hmm? i cant hear you.”

“you…i was thinking of you.”

“such a pervert… thinking of a woman half your age that you barely just met.” you say in a lower voice.

his eyes water in embarrassment. before he could say anything else, your hand slowly starts trailing down his chest. his breath hitches.

you meet his aching cock and squeeze slightly, his knees lock, “y/n….” he whimpers. you smirk at him, loving the way he reacts to your touch. you lean forward to his ear. “goodnight mi cardinale~” you give him one last squeeze and walk towards the door.

he stands still in his place as you leave. what just happened? he asks himself. before more thoughts could invade his head , his cock twitches in his pants. he decides to continue what he started.

he slides down his pants and boxers, and his cock springs free. he wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes himself, squeezing his tip every time he reaches the head. his pace goes quicker, thrusting his hips into his hand. “y/n…oh cazzo~!” he fucks his hand and cums quickly, sticky strings of semen coating his hand.

he can’t wait to see you tomorrow, wondering what you would do next. would you pretend it never happen or would you tease him about the situation. he hoped it was the second option, secretly living for the way you degraded him.

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this is my first imagine i’ve written, no criticism, my ego can’t handle it, i’m just playing, but i’m serious

hope u enjoy, lmk if you want a part two

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