#Copia x F!Reader
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Camellia: Copia x f!reader - Chapter 1
Camellia: n. - A flower which symbolizes a deep desire or longing.
Summary: You are a translator for the Ministry. You receive a letter summoning you to the Abbey for a project involving an ancient diary with a mysterious author, but you find yourself wishing you were back home. That is, until you meet the charming Papa Emeritus the Fourth.
Word count: 4.4k
A/N: Hi all!! This is the first long-form fic I've ever written and decided to publish, so I hope you all enjoy!! The first chapter is mostly setup and scene building, so not a lot of interaction with our beloved Copia. But there will be more, I promise!!
Warnings: none for now but there will be some in later chapters.
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Prologue
“Will you help me move this box?” the Brother of Sin says.
Wordlessly, the Sister of Sin stops what she’s doing and maneuvers through the crowded, dusty basement room to help the Brother. The two crouch down, bracing their hands against the box of books. It leaves behind a path carved into the layers of dust as it slides across the wooden floor.
Once the box is pushed a few feet out of the way, the Sister lets go and, losing her balance, falls to her hands and knees from the crouching position. She cries out in surprise when her hand sinks through the floorboards as one of the slats gives way. The hole is only a few inches deep and filled with dirt and cobwebs, but the Sister’s hand falls onto something softer than wood.
She lifts her hand to find that there’s a small leather-bound volume hidden face-down in the small crevice. The Sister can hardly imagine how long it has been there, with how thick the grime lies on the back cover.
This room of the Abbey’s basement had been long forgotten, until Sister Imperator tasked these Siblings of Sin to clear out the room to make way for new storage. They had half expected to find a ruby-encrusted sarcophagus in the room, with how ancient and opulent the Abbey is. So far the only things of interest they have found are books—it seems that the only items stored in the room are books.
The Sister gently removes the book from the hole in the floor and replaces the wooden slat. Even through her gloves she can tell that it is close to disintegrating. The distinct orange of rotten leather lines the edges of its binding and a few corners of pages fall to the ground.
“What’s that?” The Brother asks.
The Sister carefully turns the volume over so that she can read the front cover. It, too, is covered in dust, so she gently brushes it with her hand in order to read the embossed leather cover. Having been face-down in the crevice, the gold leaf illuminating the embossment is preserved and it shines in the low light of the basement.
“It says…” the Sister squints to read the small letters, “...Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth? Who’s Elizabeth?”
The Sister turns over the book once more. “I don’t know, just… Elizabeth.”
Chapter 1
The ride from the airport to the Abbey is a long one. The car you had been picked up in took you through the city and the suburbs, to the rural outskirts of civilization where the coniferous trees block much of the sunlight. The winding roads, dotted in late-afternoon sunbeams, feel endless as the car climbs into the hills. It’s been a silent ride, and rather awkward (at least, you feel that it’s been awkward) because the helmeted ghoul who drives the sleek black sedan has not said a word.
You knew that the Abbey has ghouls. A few abbeys do, as they are big enough to warrant summoning help, but your home chapter is not. This is the first time you’ve met one.
You wonder if they’re all so stoic, or if the driver simply doesn’t have anything to say. He isn’t impolite, but you wish he would say something, anything to make the drive a little more bearable. You want to ask him about the Abbey–what the Siblings are like, what Papa is like. How many Siblings live there full time? How big is the library? You’ve heard that the ghost of a former Papa haunts the corridors, is that true? Hundreds of questions brew in your mind, but the ghoul remains silent and you’re left feeling like an unwelcome guest in a strange country.
You already miss home.
The Marseille abbey, your home for the better part of your adult life, is a medieval stone structure built on a hilltop south of the Marseille city proper. The ornate, stained-glass windows of its chapel face west over the Mediterranean so that the sunset streams into the room during Black Mass. The walls are old and drafty, and keep faded tapestries in a constant state of fluttering. The linens line the walls of the refectory in between tall, narrow windows which also overlook the sea. If it were not for the inverted crosses and scenes of the unjust fall of Lucifer, one might think the atmosphere in the chapel—and the rest of the small abbey—is almost holy.
The windows in the Sibling dormitories are small and south-facing, with deep stone sills and wood frames that have somehow managed to survive the ages (although they hardly open without a fight.) Your own dormitory windowsill is lined with personal prayer books. Each has about a hundred loose papers sticking out. They are your translation practice, your way of staying versed in every language you know, because you know the prayers by heart at this point. The papers are experiments: which language makes the prayer sound better, sound prettier? Which language makes the most sense? Which language makes the prayers the shortest, the longest?
No matter which language you use, to you the prayers sound the most beautiful in your mother tongue. That is how you’d memorized them, after all. Yet… you wish there had been room in your single suitcase to take your prayer books with you.
“We’re almost there,” the ghoul says, snapping you out of your homesick reverie. His voice is deep and softer than you’d expected. There’s no spurt of hellfire from his mouth as you’d half-thought there would be, and no low rumble in his words that might signify he’s more beast than man. The ghoul, despite his bug-eyed mask, seems shockingly human.
He steers the car through tall wrought-iron gates which seem to open automatically. You can see the tall peak of the Abbey’s bell tower peeking through the trees, and suddenly the reality that you’re very, very far from home hits you.
You unfold the crinkled envelope in your hands and reread the letter for the hundredth time that day.
Dear Sister,
I hope this letter finds you well.
We at the Abbey have recently uncovered a very important document which we require your expertise to translate. However, this document is extremely fragile and cannot be transported in the post. Papa Emeritus IV and the rest of the Clergy request your presence at the Abbey as soon as possible.
We expect this project to take several months. Enclosed is a one-way ticket for you to travel to the airport closest to us, from which a car will transport you to the Abbey. We will discuss plans for your return to Marseille when you are nearing the end of your work here.
We anxiously await your arrival.
Sincerely,
Sister Imperator
The letter itself is quite presumptuous. Sister Imperator had assumed you were not busy, and assumed that you would be able to drop everything and travel halfway across the world for a months-long project. And then to use Papa’s name to exaggerate the importance of this mysterious document which she hadn’t even disclosed the nature of?
Well… you can’t exactly say no to the woman who practically runs the Ministry’s affairs.
The car takes a bend in the Abbey’s endless driveway and emerges into a clearing. Sitting far back on a sprawling lawn is a massive, imposing stone structure. The rows of trimmed hedges and flower bushes do little to soften the gothic hardness of it. Two pointed bell towers loom over the steep roof of what must be the chapel, with stained glass windows stretching up at least two storeys. The central image is of Baphomet, in his iconographic pose. The setting sun glints off of his golden halo. Sweet Satan, you think, your eyes tracking the window as the car rounds the drive. Baphomet alone must be taller than the entire height of Marseille.
The ghoul pulls the car to a stop in front of the wide steps leading up to wooden double doors. A woman stands there, her hands clasped in front of her and her back straight, like the matron of this grand palace. You suppose she is–the severity of her expression alone leads you to believe that it’s Sister Imperator who waits for you.
You step out into the chilly air and shut the car door behind yourself. The ghoul already has your suitcase in hand and gestures for you to walk up the stairs before him. You wish he’d let you carry your own suitcase, if only to give your hands something to do, but you are far too stunned to ask. Climbing the shallow stone steps feels like stepping into another world. A world in which you feel far too plain to exist.
“Sister,” The woman greets with a smile. It doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which squint at you beneath slightly furrowed, well-groomed brows. She strikes you as someone who is all business, all the time. “How was your journey?”
You return her smile as best you can. She speaks to you like you don’t understand English. “It went well, your dark eminence.”
She seems a little surprised that you respond so fluently, but she quickly fixes her face into another warm grin. “I am glad to hear it,” she says. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I’m sure you must understand that this document is very important, and quite fragile. We would not risk losing it in the post.”
“Of course,” you nod. “If I may ask, Sister Imperator, what is this document? You did not disclose it in your letter.” You gesture to the envelope safely stored in your jacket pocket.
Sister Imperator turns to step inside the slightly ajar wooden door and you assume she wants you to follow. The ghoul accompanies you over the threshold, but at the wave of a hand from Sister Imperator, he turns down a narrow corridor with your suitcase and disappears around a corner.
You are still a bit too overwhelmed to thank him. Instead, you look at the woman beside you. “The ghoul will bring your luggage to a room we have prepared for your stay,” she explains at your silent question.
She continues down the main hall, deeper into the Abbey. Your footsteps echo through the atrium, bouncing up to the high, painted ceilings and off the stone walls. There are a few wooden benches pushed back against the wall, with pots of surprisingly lush houseplants on either side. Framed oil paintings line the walls: some depicting biblical scenes, some of landscapes, and a few large, dignified portraits. You can tell by the distinct Papal paints in each portrait that the subject is a Papa, and you wonder which one depicts Papa Emeritus IV. You’ve never seen an image of His Unholiness before.
After a few moments of silence, Sister Imperator speaks again. “We found the document last month, in one of the storage rooms in the Abbey’s basement.”
She likes to use the royal ‘we’ a lot, you think.
She continues. “One of our archivists believes that it is at least five hundred years old. It is very fragile, you see, and so we ask that you handle it with the utmost care as you work with it. We would prefer it if you used gloves. And frankly, Sister, I believe that you would want to. The leather is fairly rotten.”
You stay silent as you follow slightly behind her. You’ve worked with old, rotten books before. The pages nearly crumble apart in your hands and the leather splits easily, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.
“We believe it is a journal—a diary, rather, of someone very important in the Ministry’s history.”
You find it strange that she doesn’t immediately disclose whose diary it might be. “Who, if I may ask?”
“Elizabeth.”
Sister Imperator’s voice is clipped as she answers you. She gives no further explanation. Just Elizabeth.
There are millions of women named Elizabeth in the world. It is very likely that there is more than one important Elizabeth in the Ministry’s history as well. It’s a fairly common name, especially five hundred years ago (if the archivist is correct). For all you know, this document could be some random Sister’s sexual logbook, and documenting her sinful indulgences was her way of praying to the Lord Below.
You break out of your ponderance over possibilities when Sister Imperator turns a corner to walk down another, slightly narrower (but still wide) corridor. She speaks again. “The book is to be kept in a lockbox at all times when you are not working with it. Under no circumstances is it to be removed from the Abbey library without my express permission, or the permission of Papa. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sister,” you answer hastily. Her tone of voice as she lays down the law makes you feel as though you’ve already made a mistake.
“Now. The reason we need you, Sister, is because none of our own archivists or translators can figure out what language the journal is written in.”
This piques your interest, and also slightly flatters you. “What do you mean?” you ask.
She releases a long-suffering sigh. “The writing is jumbled. It is a mess of letters and sometimes numbers, with no spaces whatsoever.”
The possibilities immediately start to stack in your mind. Latin from the Roman era tended not to use spaces, a practice called ‘scriptio continua’. Ancient Greek also did this… but wouldn’t the in-house translators be able to read it?
“I cannot explain it well enough,” Sister Imperator says. “You will have to see, Sister.”
The two of you come to another set of large double doors. Sister Imperator pushes one open and steps inside, holding it open for you. You slip past her into a huge, bright room, filled with hundreds and hundreds of bookshelves. Immediately you are hit with the scent of old books and parchment paper, and the gentle sounds of turning pages. To your left sits an ornate wooden desk with one Sibling standing behind it. They are sorting books onto a three-tiered cart, presumably to put them away in the correct order. You accidentally make eye contact, but they smile politely and you respond in kind with a little wave.
You avert your gaze upward towards the open second floor, which wraps around the large atrium and is protected by a dark oak bannister. A few Siblings linger on the catwalk, carrying books or making their way towards the wide staircase that opens to your right. The bottom floor of the atrium houses several wooden tables where another smattering of Siblings sit. Most other tables are empty save for an abandoned book or two.
The late evening glow shines down into the room from a large, circular skylight in the middle of the ceiling. There are desk lamps and overhead lights scattered about but none have been turned on yet.
It reminds you of the University library.
“Come,” Sister Imperator says after allowing you to gaze around the massive library for a moment. “The lockbox is in the restricted section. You will receive your own key while you are here but you are required to return it, directly to myself or the Head Librarian, before you leave.”
She leads you up the carpeted staircase and deep into the bowels of the second floor. Towards the back corner, where the shelves are labeled ‘Fiction - Romance’, there is a wooden door tucked against the wall. A sign beneath its small glass window reads ‘RESTRICTED’. Sister Imperator fishes a rather noisy set of keys from her pocket and finds the correct one to unlock the door. She pushes it open with a squeak that feels loud in the quiet of the library. When both of you are in the room and the door is shut behind you, she removes an identical key from her keyring and hands it to you. “Your copy,” she says. “Do not lose it.”
The room isn’t cramped, but it is small compared to the atrium. A few single-person desks sit along the back wall, while the walls on either side of you are lined with glass boxes. Each box is shaped similarly to a narrow cubby, and houses a single book. Printed labels on the front face of each box display a box number and the name of the volume stored inside.
“Your key allows you to access any of these boxes,” Sister Imperator explains to you, “but I do not expect you to require any of them, except for the diary you’ll be working with. It is kept in box number seven, which is here,” she points to a box about halfway up the rightmost column of cubbies. Using her key (still attached to the incredibly jingly keyring), she gently unlocks the box and it glides out like a drawer.
You step beside her to look down into the glass drawer. The diary is wrapped in white linen, but you can see the faint brown color of the leather through the cloth. “The archivist requests that you keep the white cloth under the book at all times,” Sister Imperator says. She reaches down into the box and gently retrieves the diary, careful not to jostle the cloth too much. “It will protect the leather from further decay.”
You don’t need her to explain how preservation works, but you appreciate it anyway. It saves you from having to ask, or endure another awkward silence.
She places the book down on a nearby table and slowly unwraps the cloth. Already you can see small flecks of brown and orange sticking to it where the leather has rotted, but it seems to be fairly well preserved in light of its age. On the front cover in small, embossed gold letters is the name Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth,” you say, understanding.
“Elizabeth,” Sister Imperator replies. “That is the only word we have managed to decipher. Hopefully you will be able to help us with the rest.”
You nod. “I believe I can.”
She wraps the cloth loosely around the book once more, and returns it to its box. “I do not expect you to start tonight, Sister. We will give you time to settle, and have something to eat. But from tomorrow morning until you are done, this is your sole responsibility. Do you understand?”
Her sudden, almost intimidating tone surprises you. You bite the inside of your cheek–a nasty habit you’ve had since you were a child. “I understand, your Dark Eminence,” you say with another nod.
Her face softens, as does her stare. “Please, just Sister is fine,” she says. You follow her again as she begins to lead you out of the Restricted room. “I believe the dinner hour is to start soon. I will show you to your dormitory, and then leave you to get settled.”
She brings you back through the library and the main hall towards where you’d seen the ghoul disappear with your luggage. The dormitory hall is a long, narrow corridor with windows on one side and doors on the other. Each door is marked with a number and a nameplate, and in between each door are wall sconces lit by incandescent bulbs. Halfway down the hall there is an opening to a stairwell which, you assume, leads up to the second floor of the dormitories. You walk past many, many doors, some of which have two nameplates, until you reach the very end of the hall where there are unmarked doors. Sister finds her keyring again and unlocks one, then removes the key and hands it to you.
“These rooms here are the guest quarters. They are typically not suited for long-term stays but we have prepared yours to have everything you will need. If you need anything, ask Sibling Superior and they will make sure that you receive it.”
Sister Imperator turns to leave, but then turns around. “You know, Sister,” she says, with a curious look. “For someone of your expertise, I thought you would have been… older.”
You can’t tell if it’s praise or suspicion in her voice. “Yes, well,” you stall. How are you supposed to explain that language just comes naturally to you and that it’s not your fault you’re not old and wrinkly? “I suppose once you learn one language, all the rest come easy. Especially romance languages.”
“Hm,” Sister Imperator hums, sizing you up for a moment. “Find me at the end of the week and we will talk about your progress. I’m sure you will know your way around by then.”
It seems her well of kindness has run dry.
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If the loud ringing of the bell didn’t tell you that the dinner hour had started, then the steadily rising sounds of a crowd did. You can hear the murmurs of conversation even through your closed door. A few Siblings emerge from the dormitory next to yours, their chatting and laughing growing quieter as they walk down the corridor towards the refectory. The old wood floorboards creak above you from the movement of Siblings who occupy the second floor. All around you there is an excited bustle, and yet you don’t feel like joining it.
You have never liked crowds. Especially crowds of strangers. And these strangers all seem to know each other, if the echoes of loud conversations tell you anything.
But your stomach does rumble, and you feel rather weak from a day of travel, so you decide that it’s best to eat something before you go to bed. Once the corridor seems clear again, you quietly slip out your door (patting your pocket to make sure you remembered your key) and make your way to the refectory. Sister Imperator hadn’t shown it to you but you can make an educated guess as to where it is.
When you emerge into the main hall, you see a few Siblings occupying the wood benches that had been previously empty. They all hold trays or to-go boxes on their laps. Some speak animatedly, enthralling their friends with stories from their eventful day, while others sit quietly beside each other and eat. You think that it might be nice to sit somewhere to eat so that you feel a bit more connected to the Abbey, but all of the benches are occupied. The ever-growing roar from the refectory does not seem too appealing, either.
The large room is across the main hall from the library. When you turn the corner you see that it’s not as grand as the atrium, and that it only occupies one level. There are sheer curtains hung over the windows, which allow the sunlight to illuminate the room but keeps it from growing too warm. Siblings, Clergy members, and ghouls alike sit at long wooden tables not unlike those of your home Abbey. But these tables alone are longer than the entire length of the Marseille refectory, and once again you’re reminded that you’re quite far from home.
No, you can’t eat here. Not tonight.
There is a long counter stretching nearly wall-to-wall to the left of the door, where a dwindling line of Siblings make their dinner selections. Whatever meal the kitchens had prepared smells delicious but you find that you don’t have the appetite for it. However, close to where you stand in the doorway and nestled in the space between the wall and the counter, are a few baskets of fruit arranged on a small table. The baskets are nearly empty, with the only indication of their contents being the small pops of color peeking through gaps in the woven pattern.
Despite not wanting a hot meal, you are hungry, and so you enter the refectory and move towards the baskets. You opt for two good-sized oranges–although the bananas do look perfectly ripe–and turn to leave as quickly as you came. Your eyes briefly sweep over the crowd and land on a long table, perpendicular to all the others, situated on a platform at the opposite end of the refectory. The platform isn’t tall, but it is just enough to raise the table’s occupants slightly above the Siblings. The table is entirely composed of men, save for Sister Imperator, who seems to be talking to an older man with Papal paints and long blonde hair–is that Papa?
You look at the others occupying the table, and find that no less than three are also wearing Papal paints.
Marseille is a tiny Abbey. At any given time, only about ten Siblings reside there at once. And so there is no need for an upper Clergyman to be stationed there. Instead, the Chapter is run by Bishop Beaumont, who (until now) is the highest ranking member of the Satanic Ministry you have ever met, let alone seen.
So, to be faced with not one, but four Papas, all in the same room, makes your heart thump with nerves. You recognize them all from the portraits in the main hall, but in person they are all so much more… just more. And yet you still don’t know who is who.
Of course, you know that all four of the most recent reigning Papas are brothers, the order of which was determined by age. The man who Sister Imperator is talking to must be Papa Emeritus I, or Papa Primo, as you’ve heard him called by Bishop Beaumont. The other three look relatively close in age, and so you truly have no idea which man currently holds the helm and steers the ship.
You realize you’re staring when you make eye contact with one of the Papas. You nearly gasp in surprise, as if you shouldn’t even be on the same plane of existence as him… and yet your eyes met. Of course one of them would have caught you eventually, you think. You were practically ogling them from across the room.
Hastily, you turn and make your way back out of the refectory and into the main hall. Your eyes fall on the nearest portrait. The Papal paints of the subject match the ones of the man you’d just been caught staring at. You blush as if his portrait could think, and had just caught you a second time. Your eyes flick down to the gold plate affixed to the frame, and read the words.
PAPA EMERITUS IV.
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Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil
Rated: E
F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader
Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader
Also read it on my Ao3 here
Previous Vol. : The Assistant
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Part 4: Gearing up to roll out
Time seemed to speed up after you got back to the Abbey, back into the fast pace of your work, Gemma was due to pop any day now so Sister had her relocated from the Prime Movers Den to sick bay, goulettes who were specifically trained to bring forth a Papa's child into the world were kept nearby alongside two of the older Sisters of Sin, Vittoria and Sofia. The whole Ministry was buzzing with excitement about a new Emeritus, who if it was a boy would one day become the next Papa but if it were a girl she would become one of the many siblings of sin.
While most were hoping for a boy Primo didn't care if the baby was a boy or girl as long as they were healthy. The oldest Emeritus brother had been the fatherly figure for his two younger brothers Secondo and Terzo so it was no surprise when children were left on the step of the ministry or found alone on the street he was quick to take them under his wing, raising them with his wife Gemma.
Primo loved and adored the many children that he had taken in there was no doubt about that, treating them all as if they had come from his own loins. But this child would truly be from his seed, a child between him and his beloved Prime Mover and wife.
"Dolcezza." Came the voice of your Cardinal as his arms wrapped around you from behind his chest pressed against your back, Copia wasn't afraid or put off by public affection in fact he encouraged it, you were his and he wanted everyone to know it.
"Looks like Gem is about to pop, eh?." You nodded leaning back against him enjoying the embrace as he slowly swayed you both from side to side.
"Sister called me to do some photos for Gennaio would you like to come with me?." You paused looking up at him.
"Gennaio?." You questioned.
"Uhh… eh.. th-th- the first month in the New Year"
"Oh! January."
"Sì sì!… uhh… Jan-ua-ree." You couldn't help the laugh that slipped past your lips as Copia tried to repeat after you though his thick accent made it a little tough for him, you turned around in his arms to face him.
"Gold star for effort." You giggled leaning up to catch his lips feeling the man practically melt against you as he kissed you back once, twice a third on the fourth you both seemed to forget that you were standing in the hall of the Abbey, Copia had you pinned to the wall your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips molded together while your tongues danced.
At that moment Secondo had turned down the hall on his way to visit his sister-in-law, Sister Emilia at his side going over a few documents quietly chattering to herself.
When his mismatched eyes landed on you and the Cardinal his blood boiled. Not so much over the fact that you weren't his anymore but the fact that you chose a pathetic Cardinal over him, a man of unholy valor. He was about to lash out until he felt a hand on his forearm.
Emilia shook her head her dark curls bouncing those soft hazel eyes staring pleadingly up at him, it made the man visibly deflate letting her lead him to the other doorway. Secondo looked down at her hand clasped around his gloved one admiring the size difference between them.
Emilia was a petite yet chubby woman with perfect birthing hips, ample breasts, and an ass that Secondo sometimes found himself staring at longer than he intended to.
Slowly Copia broke the kiss with a smack of your lips, staying close enough to where they were barely touching, his breathing deep and cheeks dusted with a light pink. "R-Ready bella?." He asked his voice barely a whisper as your lips made the tiniest brush against each other.
"Yeah, yeah let's get going." You replied breathlessly as you took your Cardinal's hand walking with him to one of the meeting rooms in the South Wing, Sister stood against the open door like a teacher waiting to greet their students.
"I'm glad you could make it, I only called you a half hour ago Cardi." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as Copia gave Imperator an apologetic look before he apologized several times in a row.
"Alright, alright get in here." She spoke as she ushered both of you into the room dragging Copia to the set up for the photos.
"Now, Cardi I and Papa Nihil have thought about something that will- rile our followers up, make them both fear and respect you."
Nihil chimed in. "Because let's face it you are as intimidating as that stupid cat poster in your room." Copia's face deadpanned the man slouching forward. "Thanks for pointing that out, Papa." sarcasm dripped from his words. "Enough." Sister spoke holding up a CVS bag. "This will help you." Reaching into the bag Sister Imperator pulled out Terzo's head, you were stunned into silence Copia shouted as he stumbled backward falling onto the floor.
"S-S-SISTER?!?!?!"
Imperator rolled her eyes "Oh for the love of- it's fake." She tossed it to Copia who caught it and immediately dropped the fake severed head onto his chest the lifeless eyes staring at him, Copia poked the head a few times before determining that Sister was telling the truth.
"Uhhh… Sister….. why do you… why do you even have this?." The Cardinal asked as you helped him up from the floor making a face as he passed you the fake head, to your surprise it was heavy, made of wax. looking across the room you saw a child basketball hoop suctioned up to the door, you looked from the head to the hoop and back… you wondered if you could… no… no you shouldn't… but the noise you pictured the head making as it hit the floor almost made you laugh.
Luckily Sister took the fake Terzo head before the intrusive thoughts won you over, handing it back to Copia. "We also need to discuss your first tour, album, and how things are going to work and go, and the budget, now as for the ghoul masks there isn't much time to come up with a redesign but we have made a slight alteration to them alongside producing one specifically for the ghoulettes." Both you and the Cardinal stared at her not being able to believe that she had said that all in one breath.
"Now! Pictures!." She called out making Copia jump a little almost dropping Terzo's head, sitting back you watched as Sister moved him around positioning him like some living doll. He gave small noises of discomfort a random 'ow' here and there, which was sometimes accompanied by a 'god dammit'. "Now Cardi I need you to look angry and serious." He tried but ended up looking like an awkward mess, Nihil's laughter in the background didn't help him either.
"Come on…Uhg!… god damn it Cardi more anger!."
"I can't Sister!, I can't fake that level of-."
"Bello." You called to him catching his attention quickly. "Think of that night Terzo flirted with me." Copia was silent for a moment remembering. Terzo's smart ass comments, the insults that were directed at him… the way that Stronzo put his arm around you so freely…
Oh….oh that did it, the look Copia gave was deadly, serious, and dangerous. "Perfect Cardi!, perfect." Sister spoke as she took the photos an additional one that had Nihil in the background.
You had to shift in your chair and swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth or you'd be drooling. the intense stare of your Cardinals eyes… sweet Satan you were wet.
As soon as the photos were done Copia sauntered across the room stopping when he stood in front of you. The Cardinal's gloved hands cupped both your cheeks his lips meeting yours, kissing you with enough force to pin you and the chair back against the wall. You silently thanked Lucifer that the chair was against the wall or you knew both of you would have taken a tumble from the force, this kiss was an act of dominance.
He was silently telling you, you were his and he'd allow no other to have you or touch you and damn it, it made you weak. When Sister finally let you both leave, happy with the results Copia practically dragged you to the nearest free hidden space which happened to be one of the supply closets.
Once inside you turned from him to lock the door you didn't get a chance to turn around, Copia was already pressed against your back. You made a soft noise of discomfort as his grucifix dug into you, Copia pulled the chained symbol from around his neck and hung it onto one of the supply shelves.
"B-babe-." You gasped as you felt him grinding against your ass, his cassock doing little to hide his thick arousal, Copia's gloved hands slid down your sides until he gripped your soft thick hips hard enough to no doubt leave marks behind.
"Forgive me bene mio," Copia spoke against the back of your ear. "But that thought has done more to me than just anger me." His voice was thick with lust and need. "I need you right now Tesoro." Copia's hand came up to cup your clothed breasts squeezing them tightly through the fabric of your habit, his gloved fingers rolling over your clothed hard nipples before leaving them to take hold of your wrists lifting and placing your hands on the door.
"Don't move piccolina." The Cardinal spoke as he lowered himself behind you his gloved hands sliding up your legs slowly, lifting the skirt of your habit with it. Your face was dusted red as your Cardinal moved you just a little so that you were leaning, enough so that your skirt would rest on your lower back and not fall back down. A shaky breath passed your lips as you felt the leather of his gloves slide over your clothed ass.
"So full and beautiful…."
"Copia…" you whined quietly.
"Shush principessa." You could hear him inhale as he breathed in your scent, his fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down exposing your perfect round ass and pussy to him, your face grew warmer as you heard him growl quietly.
"Bellissima."
You were about to speak his name again your mouth opened however the only thing that came out was a strangled gasp
as you felt his tongue slide along your wet slit.
Your Cardinal's hands moving from your hips his thumbs parting the soft lips of your pussy. His tongue danced against your opening moving up, down, and side to side.
"Oh…Oh fuck Copia." You gasped your legs parting a bit more on instinct the move getting an appreciative growl from your Cardinal, as he dined on you. His hands moved away from you to tug at his belt, you heard the pulling of his zipper as his erection sprung free from his pants.
Pulling back he palmed your sex covering his hand with both his saliva and your slick to use, the thought of it made your inner walls clench as you heard the slick noises from both his tongue swirling inside of you and the wet leather as he stroked his engorged length.
Your moans were joined by his muffled ones as you were approaching your end, you could feel that pressure starting to wind up inside of you like a spring about to pop.
Finally, with the last flicker of his tongue against your sensitive clit you came. Your hand cupped over your mouth as you pushed back against that wonderfully talented tongue moaning his name. Copia cleaned up the mess dripping along your legs while you came down from your pleasure high.
Panting you felt Copia stand up behind you, his throbbing erection bouncing against your wet folds.
"C-Condom?." You asked breathlessly, it was a good thing you were turned away from him or you would have seen the man desperately searching himself for protection, only to realize that he didn't have any on him.
his harsh 'Ah shit' answered your question, you could feel him throb against your clit making you bite your lip.
For Copia, he was so hard that it was starting to hurt and drive him crazy, almost pushing him to the brink of actually risking pumping his seed into you or trying the pullout method.
"Cara Mia I don't have any on me, but I need you so bad." His voice was low and sounded pleading hoping you would give in.
"Don’t talk nonsense.." You whispered looking back at him.
"M-Mi dispiace, Sorella." He muffled against your shoulder leaning up you moved enough so that the skirt of your habit fell back down, well somewhat the fabric had hooked onto your Cardinals erected cock making him gasp and give an involuntary buck of his hips.
"I can simply return the favor" you giggled.
"Eh..?"
Sinking to your knees Copia wheezed as he watched your sinful tongue lick at the tip of his cockhead pressing against his slit. "Ah-… at least one of us is thinking with the correct h-EAD!." Copia gasped loudly as you sucked him in completely his tip nestled lovingly inside your throat his hands going to rest on the door.
"M-Merda, ragazza birichina, si…cara ." Copia gasped out one hand leaving the door only to weave itself into your hair as you sucked him, it didn't take long for him to reach his end having been so worked up. Copia pinned your head against the door with his hips as he came his hot sticky seed hitting the back of your throat in thick ropes, Copia's head laid back his biretta falling and landing on the floor.
Slowly he pulled back his softening cock falling free from your mouth a thin line of spittle and cum connected your lips to him, breaking in seconds to land on your chin. Copia's hands moved to stuff himself back into his pants as you pulled your panties back into place.
A giggle left your mouth as your Cardinal wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you against himself, his head dipping to press a kiss to your lips tasting the faint hint of himself on them. Before the kiss could deepen and require a 'round 2' you both left out of the supply closet hand in hand.
Time seemed to move at a fast pace again in the blink of an eye it was the night before your Cardinal's first tour. Stepping out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist Copia went over everything.. or tried to his nerves were starting to show.
"Eh… keys.. keys… where the hell-. "
"Hanging up Caro."
You spoke from your place on the couch looking at one of Marmalade's new babies watching the little pink bean crawl around in your hand, you and Copia were still thinking about names he had already named one 'Rolie Polie' given the baby rat always liked to roll around. Getting up you gently placed the baby back with its mother after affectionately naming the little life 'Gelato', closing the cage you turned to face him, your man currently fast-paced walking through the dorm room in nothing but fuzzy slippers and a towel around his waist cursing in his native tongue. You made your way to your Cardinal your hands being placed on his shoulders.
"Copia, just breathe okay? and besides I think the keys should be the last of your worries I mean, hun you aren't even dressed yet." Copia froze for a moment and looked down at himself seeing only a towel wrapped around his waist for the moment, once he acknowledged it the thing fell onto the floor leaving the poor man in nothing but those fuzzy slippers.
"Cara Mia." The words were spoken in utter defeat as your Cardinal rested his forehead against yours with a sigh passing his lips, there was a lot on his mind. The tour, how the masses and followers would react knowing full well that Terzo had been a fan favorite, how he was going to get control of the ghouls and ghoulettes given the fact he hadn't earned his unholy skull paint yet, and then there was you…
He would have to be away from you for so long what if something happened? What if someone hurt you? Went after you? what if someone….better came along…someone more handsome… less awkward? You saw him staring off in the distance again in silent panic, frowning you placed your hands on his cheeks making him look and focus on you. "Copia, everything will be fine, okay?"
"But sorella-"
"No buts."
You could see the turmoil in his eyes, this was something he wanted but also he didn't want to leave your side. That was when it hit you the memory of his words at the hotel weeks back…
" Each time I thought a sorella or fratello loved me,
and wanted to be with me
they always chose Terzo or Secondo.."
It made your heart ache for him and you couldn't be mad at him for assuming or thinking you'd leave him given that was all he knew, what he'd been through, for a moment you wondered…
Just how many times had your Cardinal's trust been broken? how many times had he wept over rejection? how many tears had he shed alone?
It made your bottom lip wobble thinking about this man before you curled up in bed crying with a broken and battered heart just wanting to be loved, to love, and to matter. With no warning, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace hearing him gasp in surprise.
"C-Cara?." Copia asked looking down at you his eyes widening when he saw the shine of unshed tears in your eyes.
"Dolcezza, what is wrong? Are you alright? did I step on your foot?." He asked looking down only to be taken by surprise as your lips met his once again, this kiss had him freeze in his spot… the amount of passion that you had placed in this kiss, the amount of love you had for your Cardinal, baring your feelings so easily had even shocked you a little bit.
His arms wrapped around you hugging you tight against his naked chest while your hands slid up to rest on his shoulders. Copia slowly walked you back until you felt the cool of the wall press against you. Soft hums were shared into the kisses. "Mmmm.. you know, Tesoro I am going to be gone for a while… I'm going to miss this lovely body of yours from the top of your pretty head to the tips of your dainty toes… let me have tonight, tonight to worship you Principessa."
Your Cardinal whispered as he kissed his way from your lips to your throat, with those soft kisses you both worked your way down the hall to the bedroom. Copia gently laid you down on the bed his slippers had been kicked off by the door leaving the man naked and at attention. You gave a pleased sigh as you felt his hands trace your clothed frame before slowly removing those clothes one garment at a time. His moves were slow, hungry mismatched green, and white eyes were filled with desire as your skin was bared to him. He was only undressing you but your heart was racing, your face warm it felt so intimate as he stared down at you.
When your chest was bare each heavy breast laid to the side, the way he stared at you in awe, as if you were a priceless portrait made your face flush even more. A veil of shyness fell over you as your hands moved over your chest covering yourself from his view, your face turned away from him. The move only got a chuckle from Copia as his hand gently cupped your cheek turning your attention back to him. "Why do you hide from me principessa?."
Right, why hide from him? he'd seen your body before and it's not like it was your first time with him but.. the way he looked at you, not even Secondo looked at you like that. "I… I.." You spoke but couldn't form a reason nor a sentence and you didn't fight him as your Cardinal took possession of your wrists moving your hands away from your breast. "Bellezza, you have the body of a goddess." Copia's voice was above a whisper as he leaned in pressing a soft kiss to the center of your chest before selecting a nipple to take between his lips. Suckling on the erect tip, that sinful tongue of his swirling around it before switching to the other to show it an equal amount of attention.
Leaning back his hands kneaded your breast feeling how soft and warm they were in his grip.
"Cara mia you have such soft warm perfect breasts" He whispered squishing the mounds together so he could take both of your nipples into his mouth at once.
The move got a gasp from you feeling his tongue lavish both at once. "A…Ah, shit-" You gasped your hands gripping the bed sheets below as Copia continued his relentless attack on your poor sensitive nipples. Finally, with a wet pop he let them go making your head fall back against the pillow your eyes closed. You felt his lips and nose brush down the length of your abdomen. "So soft and lovely." He pressed a flurry of kisses against your belly making you giggle and laugh out his name before he moved on to rid you of your skirt and panties. You watched his eyes roll back as they closed while taking a deep inhale of your scent.
"Sorella… your scent alone makes me harder than stone." He muttered having the erection to prove it, the organ visibly throbbing the veins running along the side and bottom were more pronounced. You opened your mouth to speak but were shushed by him. "Ah, ah shush shush, tesoro." Copia smiled you were about to speak when he flopped his face between your legs pushing his tongue as deep inside of you as he could get, making all the words that were about to leave your mouth turn into a long-winded moan.
He ate you like you were his last meal, like a man that had been stranded in the desert for weeks and your cunt was the water he desperately craved, his mouth made your hips arch up against his face as you called out for him.
"Copia!."
You moaned your moans only increased as he added his fingers to the mix, the Cardinal slipping his middle and index fingers into you thrusting them in and out as fast as he could driving you crazy. You couldn't even make a sentence as you wiggled and squirmed crying out in pleasure, It was all over for you once he latched onto your clit while his fingers continued to be thrust into you. "I..I… Car… Cum!."
You yelled out as your body spasmed your mouth a gape in a silent scream, Copia drank you in his tongue lapping at your entrance getting as much of your release as he could your walls throbbed, and your legs shook after such a strong orgasm. Moving up along your body his lips pressed against yours groaning as his cock throbbed and bounced against your wet lips, reaching over Copia pulled at the nightstand drawer which pulled the lamp cord making the thing fall onto the floor. "Ah shit" He muffled against your lips while his hand frantically dug around in the drawer for a condom.
Blindly passing the opened box he gave a grumble. "Where is it?" Reaching further his fingers finally felt the edge of one of the foil packages
that was in the back of the drawer. Copia pulled it out with a 'taa-daa' making you giggle.
Opening the package he rolled it over his erection. Leaning back the Cardinal lifted one of your legs to rest against his shoulder while he guided his cock to your heat, as soon as his cock head touched your warmth his head fell back with a pleased sigh as your pussy welcomed him inside.
Your hands moved to rest on his abdomen once he was completely inside of you, Copia bit his bottom lip looking down at you seeing that pretty face twisted into pleasure, there was still the feeling of overwhelming joy that you chose him.
"Così bella, sei pronta cara mia?." He asked his voice shaky with both desire and need. Nodding you gasped as he pulled almost completely out, only to push back into you making you moan his name, your hands grabbing onto the bed sheets below.
In no time you both found a rhythm moving together until Copia practically pinned your knees to your chest, his lips parted panting as he slammed into you with more force.
Words were lost to both of you replaced with moans, groans, and grunts of pleasure. Letting go of your legs Copia leaned over you his half-lidded mismatched eyes staring into yours as he fucked you, your arms wrapped around him pulling your Cardinal into a kiss.
"Fuck baby I'm close!." You moaned feeling the pressure build up right to the edge.
"Sì, sì, yes cum cara mia cum all over my cock!." Copia groaned as his thrusts became more erratic his brow furrowed and eyes closed as he lost himself in the heat of pleasure, doing all he could to keep hearing your pretty cries the bed creaking loudly you swore you heard a crack. When you came everything around you faded away into a bright light, your hearing muffled as you felt wave after wave of orgasmic bliss run up and down your body, you heard the faint cry of your Cardinal as he came the condom catching his sticky hot seed.
You were still in a daze when he collapsed on top of you, your arms lazily wrapped around him holding him there while you both savored the afterglow of your lovemaking.
Copia was reluctant to move from you but he knew he couldn't just lay there not like that at least, he pulled out of you slowly disposing of the condom, and grabbed you both a drink and a bag of chips from the cabinet once he returned to the bed you snuggled up talking and munching before settling in for the night in each other's arms.
Finally, daylight came, and with daylight came the departure of the band on their tour. As equipment was being loaded Copia was checking over the last few items just making sure he had everything they needed. The last of the instruments that needed to be loaded into the trailer was Mountain's drum set, of course you were there to bid your Cardinal goodbye for now, Copia took your hands into his.
"Well tesoro, this is it…"
"Copia," she spoke his name lovingly your hand cupping his cheek. "It's only for a few months, not forever."
"But a few months will feel like forever Cara." Your Cardinal argued to which you only giggled his name before leaning in to capture his lips.
"Copia you have a cellphone correct?."
"Sì, it is old, but still works, why?."
"Can you video chat on it?"
"Yes, Sorella where is this going?."
"Duh, silly! we can video chat while you're on the road!."
Copia's eyes lit up. "Oh!, why didn't I think of that."
"Because you were too busy overthinking and overreacting." you sang out the words before laughing as Copia placed his hands on his hips trying to think of a comeback or anything for that matter, but nothing came to mind the only thing that passed his lips was a defeated sounding 'god damnit'. You both jumped as the bus roared to life.
"Come on Cardinal!." Dew shouted while hanging out the door only to be yanked back in by Mountain for a small lecture about safety.
"Cara Mia." He started. "I will call you when we reach the hotel." Copia smiled as he gently pulled you against himself for a tight hug, holding you for a good few minutes to memorize how you felt in his arms. His lips found yours the kiss deep and soft, it would be the last one for the next couple of months after all and your Cardinal wanted to savor it.
Dew jumped in front of the driver and slammed on the horn making the new front man grumble. "Until then, bene mio."
"Until then, amore" you replied watching as your Cardinal's face went two shades of red a large goofy grin on his face, he watched you even as Dew grabbed his arm and made the man stumble back before getting dragged onto the bus.
"Così bella, sei pronta cara mia?." - "So beautiful, are you ready my dear?."
Principessa - princess
Piccolina - little one
Bene mio - my happiness
"M-Merda, ragazza birichina, si…cara ." - “S-Shit, naughty girl, yes…dear.”
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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to.
Rated: E
F/M
Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader
Cardinal Copia x F!Reader
Part 1 Part 2
Chapter 3: F, is for friends who-
The weekend was finally here and you had planned to relax and stay in binge-watch your favorite shows and eat junk food, okay well maybe not too much junk food but a fair amount! and better yet you were gonna spend it with your bestie Copia it had felt like forever since you last spent time with him, not since he gave you that folder- when you had taken a quick peek into it there was nothing but invoices and receipts you partly started to think Imperator was fucking with you.
The folder was put away when you heard a knock at your door the being on the other side was of course Copia, who greeted you with a hug he'd brought so many tasty treats. Both of you flopped down onto your couch snuggling up together and settling on some old cheesy rom-com that the both of you could laugh and poke fun at. None of you accounted for there to be an exceptionally steamy part of the movie in which you two could barely make eye contact while the characters on the television screen went at it. It took you a full two minutes until you remembered that your remote had a mute button.
"Well that was-." You turned your attention to Copia your next words died in your throat seeing the tent the Cardinal was now sporting, only when he noticed that you were looking did he grab one of the pillows that you kept on your couch to cover his lap with. A laugh exited your mouth and you immediately felt bad considering the gooey mess that was currently between your legs. "I... I.. I.. I-." He paused to swallow hard, hard enough for you to hear and see his Adam's apple bounce. " I better uh..uh... I better go and take care of this b-before we continue the movie, sì? yes?." Without letting you answer Copia went to get up the pillow still held over his lap.
"I could help you." You suddenly heard your voice say it was like it acted on its own, Copia paused and turned like he usually did on stage you swore he was going to take a tumble, his face flush jaw moving as he attempted to find his own words the poor man looked like a horny fish standing there.
You giggled rolling your eyes and reaching out taking the pillow from his gloved hands your finger hooked into the waistband of his red lounge pants tugging him closer, his lips parted just slightly mismatched eyes wide, you had this poor man in a trance. part of you didn't know where this bold bravery came from as you tugged his pants and boxers down just enough for his erection to pop free. "Sor-Sor-Sorella.. you know you don-don't have-." His words were cut off by a shaky gasp, your tongue slowly running over his cock head Copias hands grabbed at your shoulders to steady himself his face twisted in pleasure, he was sensitive, oh so sensitive and it was a well-known fact that he didn't have a special someone, always buried in paperwork or getting hounded on by Sister Imperator or Nihil, he never had time it seemed. oh, your poor dear friend.
Copia gave another shuttering breath as you sucked him into your mouth swallowing him down halfway. "C-Cazzo-." He cursed his legs moving to gain some more stability as you swallowed him completely down your nose pressed against his body, Copia whimpered as your hands reached up to cup and massage his ass squeezing each cheek.
"Your-your mouth feels so good mio caro." The cardinal moaned eyes closed, at that moment you felt your phone buzz in your pocket having silenced it for the movie, while sucking your friend off your eyes glanced at the screen after fishing it out.
One new message from: Secondo
Txt: Sorella, I know it is your day off but I will be needing your assistance in the office.
Taking Copia deep into your throat you texted back quickly.
Txt: Can't sorry spending day with friend already planned sorry
your phone was placed back into your pocket your attention now fully on Copia, you'd be lying if you said his moans didn't turn you on more or the whimpery Italian babble falling past his lips. You pulled back panting his cock falling free from your mouth the cardinal grunting at the loss,
"You know Copia." You started as your fingers ran along his throbbing need.
"Y-Yes sorella?." He asked his chest still heaving. "I do have condoms in my room." The next moment you both were kissing feverishly down the hall toward your room articles of clothing marking the path from couch to room, you pushed Copia down onto your bed watching both him and his cock bounce on impact before going through your nightstand finding one of the foil wrapped contraceptives, you could feel Copias hand rub over the swell of your ass as you tore it open.
Straddling his hips you worked the slick rubber over the Cardinal's cock, sweet Lucifer you needed him inside of you, you could feel your slick walls throb in excitement lifting your hips you sank onto him slowly feeling his cock stretch you have to pause a moment before settling on him. "Oh fuck." Your voice was breathless 'Having a big dick had to be a dominant fucking gene' crossed your mind feeling hands slide up to rest on your hips. "T-Tesoro are you- okay?." You have no idea why that made your chest throb at the concern in his mismatched eyes 'it's was just sex, just sex, friendly sex' you thought to yourself as you nodded. "I am I am." You breathed hands resting on him as you moved your hips gasping his name, okay perhaps you could just pretend at least for a little while. Your moans grew louder as Copia's hips arched to meet each of your thrusts your bed below creaking and groaning.
Copia pulled you down into a kiss, one that grew even more feverish than before as he rolled you both over settling you under him. You were about to see a side of this man that you didn't know existed as he grabbed your hips his thrusts growing faster and harder hitting at your core, abusing your poor cervix with each slam.
"Cazzo...cazzo- cara mia you take my dick so well." Copia panted hooking his hands behind your knees and bringing your knees up, the new position seeming to allow him to get deeper cursing your hands moved to grab at the sheets of your bed, you could feel that pressure winding up. "I-I'm cl- cloooossee!." You moaned voice bouncing each time Copias hips collided with yours.
"Yes yes, Tesoro cum with me!." Copia gasped out his thrusts becoming erratic until you both met your ends your back arching off the bed crying the cardinal's name out into the night. He had to catch his breath before pulling out of you and disposing of the filled condom, rolling to the side you expected him to get dressed and leave like Secondo but you were shocked into silence as he climbed back into bed with you his bare chest pressed against your back an arm laid over you, wrapped around you a lazy kiss being pressed against your neck making you giggle and twitch at the tickle of his mustache.
This was something... entirely new being enveloped in his warmth, held close and not falling asleep in a cold bed, blinking your eyes slowly closed as sleep took hold of you, out in the living room an unread text read. 'Very well then, I expect to see you tomorrow Sorella.'
--- To be Continued--
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satan baby
Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)
Rating: Teen
Tags: yule with the papas, secondo and terzo fighting over caroling, gift giving, and maybe...kissing
Words: 1,877
Summary: It's the most wonderful time of the year.
a/n: it's been a while my children. eat up and merry christmas to those who celebrate. a little present from me to you.
divider by @gothdaddyissues!
“This is Secret Santa, you’re only supposed to get a gift for one person,” you sigh, currently inundated with a pile of presents on your lap and by your feet. “What’s all this?”
“Correction, bella, this is Secret Satan where you get as many gifts for whomever you like, sì? And you’re our star this year.”
Terzo smiles warmly at you as you fidget with the fabric of your festive dark green velvet skirt. You’ve all gathered in the Papas’ private living room, the mantle of the roaring fireplace positively bedecked with greenery and a massive tree opposite. A couple weeks ago you and Copia were put in charge of creating the orange garland, a not insignificant task given the height and breadth of the noble fir. Speaking of Copia, he is sitting in a deep leather armchair, stroking his mustache thoughtfully and giving you a funny look. When you give him an exaggerated wink his lips curl into a smile and his eyes dart away as his cheeks flush.
“Another cup, signorina?”
Primo is currently standing next to the hot plate on the side table, stirring the large cauldron of mulled wine. You really shouldn’t, you already are feeling a little woozy and warm but what the hell. Christmas, right? Or Yule, rather. You nod eagerly and Primo doles out a hefty amount of the dark liquid into a mug with little rats on it, passing it to Secondo who passes it to you as Terzo hands you yet another gift to open. So far you’ve unwrapped a beautiful homemade perfume from Primo and a garnet jewelry set which you are sure is quite old and quite expensive from Terzo. Copia still clings to the small present on his lap that bears a tag with your name on it, unwilling to see it in your hands just yet. One of these presents alone would be more than enough to dazzle you but the Papas insist on spoiling you. Who are you to object?
“This one is from me,” Secondo says, smiling slightly sinisterly over the rim of his mug.
“Ominous, but okay,” you say as you unwrap the box with caution. When you gingerly open the lid and see what’s inside, you let out an undignified screech. Primo, Terzo, and Copia exchange alarmed expressions as you reach in and lift the stuffed creature from its confines to marvel at it. It’s positively hideous - a large round potato-like head, red vestments, even a glittering pectoral grucifix. You’re beaming.
“Is that supposed to be me?” Copia says, outraged and red-faced.
“He’s perfect,” you coo, holding him against you in a tight hug. “Look at his stupid little face!”
“Ah, sì, he looks just like you,” Terzo says with a grin.
“He–it–looks nothing like me. No mustache. No sideburns. Eyes are all wrong!”
“He’s beautiful,” you say, cradling the monstrosity in your arms with all the grace of Mary. “Thank you Secondo.”
“I made him myself, you know.”
“A man of many talents!”
“A man of many war crimes,” Copia growls from his spot, flinging himself backwards in his chair and crossing his arms.
“Don’t speak about our son that way!” you cry, pressing your palms to the ears of the small stuffed man.
“Our son?” Copia cocks his head with interest and the brothers all look at you in silence.
“Y-yes. He looks - mostly - like you and I am his mother. Therefore we are his parents. So step up.”
When you reach out to hand the stuffed cardinal to the real thing, he sighs and takes it in his hands.
“He is infernal,” Copia says, placing him sitting up on his lap. “But I accept him as mine.” The sight makes you scramble for your phone to take as many pictures as possible.
“What a beautiful family moment,” Terzo says, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. “Copia, I think you’re the only one left who hasn’t exchanged presents!”
Handing the doll back to you he hesitates to reach for the gift still in his lap. Primo, ever wise, interrupts to ask if anyone wants dessert while you reach down and grab the present you’ve brought for Copia. Terzo and Secondo haul themselves up with much grumbling and follow Primo out of the room to help.
“I thought you said you were only bringing a present for one person? Primo was who you drew, sì?”
“Yeah I know but,” you scoot your chair closer to him, “you’re special. You’ve been on my side since day one. I couldn’t not get you something. You mean too much to me.”
Copia blushes the fiercest shade of red you’ve seen yet as you hand him the heavy package.
“Grazie, cara mia,” he says quietly, mismatched eyes boring earnestly into yours.
“Don’t thank me yet, you haven’t opened it.”
With a smile he begins unwrapping the festive paper. When he finishes and sees what is inside his heart jumps.
“Dolcezza,” he breathes and you blush just as fiercely as him at the nickname, “this is wonderful.”
It had taken you a lot of time and a lot of money (worth every cent as far as you are concerned) to locate an antique facsimile of William Blake’s art. Admittedly, you had used a lot of the Ministry’s excellent resources to find it but all the effort was worth it for this moment. When Copia looks up at you, you swear there are tears in his eyes.
“I have never before received a gift such as this, cara. Thank you.”
When you reach out and cover his gloved hand with yours and squeeze firmly, it’s as if his whole body sinks into itself. Softly, he picks up your hand and brings it to his lips - a sweet echo of his action from the first day you met. It takes everything within you not to knock all the items out of Copia’s lap and climb in it yourself. In all honesty, you’re moments away from doing just that when the Papas return to the room with much clamor. Your heart sinks as Copia drops your hand and clears his throat, and you return to your chair from your half-risen position. When Copia looks at you and points to the small box next to him, you mouth the words “later” with a smile before accepting a comically large slice of yule log from Secondo. The rest of the evening is relatively quiet apart from the dueling rendition of “Carol of the Bells” that Secondo and Terzo fight over while Primo sleeps contentedly in his comfy armchair. When the Papas begin loudly arguing in Italian you signal to Copia and begin gathering your things in a large brown bag. Without a word the two of you slip out the door and when you hear a crash and Primo’s deep bellow ringing out you skitter away down the hall.
“Looks like we made it out just in time,” you giggle as the two of you finally slow.
“Eh, sì, it always ends like this,” Copia says with a huff and an eye roll, “they can’t help themselves.”
Copia is unaware of where he is standing but oh, you certainly are. This looks like a perfect place to stop.
“Not trying to be pushy but I think you were going to give me something?” you say, cocking your head and setting down your bag.
“Ah…yes,” he sets down the book you gifted him and thrusts out his hand with the fastidiously wrapped present within it. “For you.”
You take the gift and open it delicately and slowly and see him chew on his bottom lip slightly.
“If you don’t like it I–”
“Hush,” you say simply as you open the box. Inside, resting on dark red velvet is a simple and small golden grucifix on a delicate matching chain.
“You always wanted to be a part of the Ministry,” he says quietly, fussing with his gloves, “and I hope this lets you know that we accept you. We’ve always accepted you. I–”
You remain silent as you set down the box and put the necklace on while Copia watches. When you finish your hands don’t return to your sides but rather come up to cradle the Cardinal’s cheeks. He’s frozen as you stand just like this, thumbs brushing against his sideburns and a look on your face that he doesn’t think he has the capacity to describe. Your cheeks positively glow, your eyes seem lit from within and your lips are curled into a soft smile. They part momentarily for you to take a deep, steadying breath - inhale, exhale - before you lean forwards and gently place your lips on his. The ground shifts beneath him, the world is spinning as the fingers of your right hand begin to slide along his jaw and you tilt your head. You hesitate only for a moment, pulling back slightly before Copia grabs you insistently by the back of the head and pushes his lips back against yours. He tastes of mulling spices and his mustache tickles your upper lip, as you always knew it would. When you finally need to catch your breath he barely relinquishes his grip on you, making you laugh and kiss his chin.
“Why,” he whispers, thumb running against your cheekbone. “Why me?”
You lean forward and rest your head against his chest, close enough to hear the thud of his heart.
“It was always you,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his back. “Always. From the moment you kissed my hand the day I was hired to the moment you comforted me when I was sad and lonely. From the moment you shared your rats with me. From the moment you put me to bed when I was drunk. All of it, Copia. All of you. That’s why.”
When you pull back to look at him, there’s definitely no mistaking the tears in his eyes this time and when he frantically pulls you in for another kiss, you can feel the wetness on your own cheeks. When you pull away with a giggle he looks concerned.
“Amore mio, what is it?”
You point upwards to the healthy sprig of mistletoe hanging from the rafter.
“You had no idea did you,” you say with a grin, chin resting on his sternum.
“Who would? Who could even see that and in the dark I–” his words cut off as you gasp from the short sharp smack to your ass.
“Copia! Not in front of our child!” you chastise, reaching into the bag and pulling out the accursed doll.
“Ugh, I had forgotten about him,” Copia grouses as you take it and peck him on the cheek with it.
“What should we name him?” you muse, adjusting the doll’s pellegrina.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something suitably horrific,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead which you lean into eagerly. “Until then…shall I, eh, walk you back to your rooms?”
“Please,” and with one last long, lingering kiss with the odd cardinal doll squished between the two of you, you pick up your bag and continue the long walk back to your cozy bed with the Satanic cardinal you hoped would soon be in it.
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The Sister
Chapter 1/?
Cardinal Copia x Sister!Reader (female pronouns/sex used, reader is y/n)
Father Copia finds you in the chapel. You learn more about the newer priest and his ulterior motives.
Warnings: smut. gross floor smut. unprotected sex, incorrect religion, some manipulation? consent=key tho, always.
A/N: this is me dipping my toes into writing for ghost. I kind of have plans to make this a chapter series? enjoy:)
Ao3 LINK, Chapter 2
You were kneeling in the church pew, your forehead leaning against your clasped hands. In them was your rosary, the crucifix and strand of beads dangling between your fingers. You found yourself with furrowed eyebrows as you prayed, a sense of annoyance filling you when you couldn’t think of the right words, quietly stumbling over the whispered prayer. It wasn’t long before you exhaled an irritated sigh, murmured an apology, and leaned back on your heels as your hands dropped themselves into your lap.
“Sister, are you alright?” An accented voice spoke from behind you and you jumped, head turning around to greet the person. It was Father Copia. He greeted you with a kind smile, and the sight of his different colored eyes sent a chill up your spine as it did most times.
Not an entirely unpleasant feeling, although, it happened each time you were alone with the man.
“Father! I-” You found yourself trying to scramble to stand before Copia quickly shook his head, his hands motioning for you to stay kneeled. You couldn't help the blush that grew on your face as he came closer to you, the man now kneeling next to you in the pew.
“You do not need to stand, Sister, it’s quite alright.” His kind smile did not waver as he kneeled next to you, a small huff leaving him as he settled on his knees. The two of you were silent for a few moments before he cleared his throat.
“You’ve been in here for quite some time. You like to make sure your Lord hears you correctly, no?”
There it was again. Your Lord. Not our like you heard from everyone else in the church. You eyed Copia a bit nervously before slowly nodding at his question. “I..” You sighed, looking ahead at nothing in particular. Your eyes happened to settle on a stained glass window of Virgin Mary. You always found yourself looking at that one. Even though made of glass, the depiction of her made her seem kind and understanding. It was comforting. “Yes.. Father. Although, I don’t think I could even get a complete sentence out tonight.” You admitted quietly, hands clutching your rosary tightly.
The man hummed in understanding to your words, his own eyes following where yours were looking. “What is on your mind, Sister? If you don’t mind me asking.”
And that too. He always made sure you were okay speaking with him, that you wanted to. Not that there was an issue with that, but the other priests did not give you a choice when asking you to admit what was on your mind.
You found yourself hesitating a moment before your eyes fell downcast, focusing on the rosary in your hands. “I found out this morning that one of my residents from when I worked in a care home has passed away. Not that it’s.. surprising, he was 80 or so years old,” You found yourself smiling at the memory of the man. “But I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye, and it-” You felt a lump form in your throat now, eyes burning. You cleared your throat, tears spilling over when you blinked.
A gloved hand covered your own hands, the leather warm against your cold ones. His thumb rubbed against the back of your right hand comfortingly, his hand now holding both of yours. “It’s okay to cry, Sister. You do not need to hide it or your thoughts around me. I do not see it as weakness or lack of faith.”
Any other priest in the clergy would have asked why you would have needed to say goodbye when you knew you would see him again in the afterlife. That the thought of being able to see him again one day should be comforting enough, that he's with the Lord now and safe once more.
Copia removed his hand from your own and you tried to ignore the drop in your stomach at the loss of contact. You looked over at the man as he dug in the hidden pocket of his black cassock before a soft “ah” left his mustached lips. He pulled out a dark red handkerchief and held it out towards you.
“It is clean, Sister, I promise.” He gave you a small smile again, forehead creased as he watched you with concern.
You couldn’t help the sad laugh that bubbled out of you at his statement, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ before using the soft fabric to pat your cheeks dry.
“I can see you cared quite a lot for this resident.” Copia’s voice was gentle as he watched you and you shrugged your shoulders, feeling small under his mismatched gaze. “No, do not...” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “You did, and that’s okay, Sorella. You’re allowed to be sad about his passing.”
You were fiddling with the now damp handkerchief, eyes still downcast towards your lap. It was silent between the two of you for a few moments before you furrowed your eyebrows, feeling something embroidered in the handkerchief.
“Ah, Y/N-..”
You unfolded the fabric to find an upside down cross. It was different than your regular every day cross, it seemed to have a circle with it, almost making the upside down crucifix look like a G.
You felt your mouth go dry, face dropping as you studied at the embroidered cross. You could feel Copia’s eyes on you.
“...Father, why do you have this?” Your voice was quiet as you hesitantly looked over at the man next to you. You felt a twist in your lower abdomen at the sight of him looking at you. It seemed his white eye was almost glowing as he stared at you.
You could tell he was choosing his words carefully.
“You know, Sister,” he reached a gloved hand out towards you once more. He gave you enough time to pull your hands away if you did not want to be touched or held. You didn’t move.
Copia took your right hand as he turned more towards you on the floor, your left hand now holding the handkerchief and rosary. He took a breath before continuing. “I was sent to this church for you specifically.”
Your stomach dropped again. You weren’t sure how much more twisted it could get. “What? What do.. what do you mean?”
“My church sent me here for you,” He explained as if it were simple, “We had heard about you. The Sister that does not quite fit in. The Sister who wears her heart on her sleeve, who refuses to hurt another who does not follow the same faith or questions it- the Sister that those wavering in their faith go to knowing she will not judge.”
All of those things were true, yes, although you spent hours repenting against your sins of questioning. Your sins of unholy and sinful thoughts. The sin of thinking differently.
You felt warm under Copia’s gaze, your ears burning hot. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.
“What faith do you practice, Father?” Your voice was quiet, hesitant. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.
“I think you know, mia cara.” A gloved hand reached up towards your cheek, his thumb warm against your skin as he wiped your new tears away. His voice was as soft as the leather that made his black gloves. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, subconsciously turning more towards him.
“You know, I am not even a priest?” His words brought you out of your daze and you blinked, looking up at Copia in confusion as he continued to rub your cheek with his thumb. “Sí, yes, it’s true. I’m a Cardinal in my church, higher up than your regular priest, I suppose. I guess you could say I was.. undercover?”
You were silent as Copia spoke, still watching him carefully but not daring to move. Even when admitting he was a worshiper of Satan he still made your chest swell with a feeling you of which you weren’t sure to call. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit in amusement at his words. Undercover.
“Yes, F-..” You took a stuttered breath. “Cardinal. I know what a Cardinal is. Most people do.”
“Twinge of a smile I see, signorina?” The Cardinal’s voice was still gentle, surprise evident in his tone. “Does this mean it will be easier to take you back with me than we thought?”
You felt your stomach twist again, your mouth going dry. Betray God? Eternal damnation? Sure, you had your own ideas about Heaven and Hell and your faith in general but you had kept them to yourself, scared to be outcast or worse. Except for when-
“Bible study.” You mumbled, realization dawning on you. “When you would..call me into your office. For Bible study.”
The man nodded, watching you curiously. “I wanted to know your true thoughts. You know, they are very similar to my church’s beliefs. I could see why they sent me here to recruit you.” He gave you a smile, thumb still brushing your drying cheek. “You had opened up easier for me than I thought you would, Sorella, considering I was still quite new.”
“And you never corrected me for my.. opinion.” You would be lying if you didn’t feel the slightest bit foolish for thinking he was just different than the others in the clergy.
Well, he was.
It was then you realized he had been inching closer to you during your conversation, that he was now facing you in the floor of the pew you two had been kneeling in, his face only a few inches from yours, free hand holding the back of the benched seat in front of the two of you. You swallowed as his gloved hand moved down from your cheek to the back of your neck, his hold on you still light, gentle, allowing you to pull away at any moment if you pleased.
Once again you didn’t move.
Copia watched you carefully before leaning forward, mouth near your ear. You could feel his breath against your skin and you tried to suppress the involuntary shiver that left you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen.
“Leave with me, dolcezza.” It was almost a command. The only one he had ever given you. You blushed at the pet name. “They will never know.” He leaned in closer, nose brushing against your ear. “Or maybe they would. Maybe they will think I took you, the strange new priest-” it came out as a quiet hiss, it was no question people were wary of his different characteristics and mannerisms- “or maybe they will think you seduced me and we left to be damned forever, together.”
It was almost as if on cue a bright light flashed throughout the church from the windows, followed a second later by a distant roar of thunder. Your free hand clutched Copia’s cassock at his words, the other that still held the handkerchief and rosary trembling. His hand on your neck tightened just so, enough for you to whimper and tilt your head to the side. A silent message of consent.
Copia inhaled deeply before he smiled, eyes squinting. “No one would hear us, Sister.” His voice was still quiet, followed by another flash of light and rumble of thunder from the storm brewing outside. “Not with the storm. And it’s dark enough in here, no? With just the candles?”
You turned your head to look at the Cardinal with wide eyes, your grip on his robes unwavering. Despite the smile his stare was intense, hungry, his white eye stark in the darkness.
Give in to the temptation? You could get up right now, go back to your room, pretend this never happened. Pray for forgiveness. The Satanic Cardinal would probably be gone by morning, disappearing into the night forever.
Or you could disappear with him.
“Our Lord loves a sinner, Sister. Celebrates it, really. Almost the whole point...” It was almost as if he read your racing thoughts. You felt your face flush warmer at his words. You hesitated a moment, your eyes taking a quick, sweeping glance around the empty chapel before you pulled Copia towards you and closed the gap, your mouth crashing against his.
You swore you heard him growl against your lips, the hand that was around your neck immediately taking a possessive hold on you. His mustache scratched against your upper lip and you dropped the handkerchief and rosary, your other hand coming up to cup his face as you opened your mouth to his prodding tongue.
A squeal left you as you fell back on your ass, the tile floor cold through your skirt. Your legs came back in front of you, the floor length skirt of your habit pooling around your thighs. You wrapped your legs around Copia’s waist best you could manage to, pulling him on top of you as you fell onto your back.
The man grunted against you as he tried to soften your drop to the floor before he pulled back, staring down at you with blown away look in his eyes.
“May I?” His hand that had been on the back of your neck reached up, tugging on your veil gently as if to accentuate his question.
You felt yourself hesitate. This was it. You were giving in. The faking and lying each day leading to this moment. You nodded, closing your eyes at the feeling of Copia pulling the fabric from your head, revealing your hair that was hidden underneath.
He was silent longer than you would have liked. You opened your eyes to find him still staring down at you, his jaw slack.
“You’re beautiful, mia cara.”
You blushed at his words, not sure how to respond. He smiled at your bashfulness, gloved hand cupping your cheek again, his other inching up your thigh and under your skirt.
“What do you say, Sister?” Copia leaned down over you, face nuzzling into your neck as his hand inched higher, more inward towards your core. He inhaled deeply as he reached your underwear, fingers stopping at the hem of the thin garment. “Will you give yourself to me?” His hand that was on your cheek was now holding himself up over you as he nipped at your skin. You shivered at the sensation, hands fisting in his cassock as you felt his fingers under your skirt continue to mess with the hem of your panties. “Betray your God in the name of Lucifer? Everything you’ve worked for?” It was almost a growl but nevertheless he waited for your answer, ready to pounce as soon as he knew you accepted your fate with him.
You found yourself breathing unevenly, eyes staring towards the dark ceiling in the dimly lit church, flashes of light from outside illuminating the beautiful craftsmanship every so often, followed by the loud boom or crackle of thunder.
You closed your eyes. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper.
Your eyes snapped back open and a gasp tore itself from your throat as Copia bit down on the base of your neck as soon as you gave your answer, the man all but growling again as his hand pushed your underwear to the side. A gloved finger teased at your entrance, circling just so before he slowly pushed into you. You brought a hand up to your mouth to muffle your gasps, your eyes rolling back as Copia brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you.
Copia pulled away from your neck to look at your face, expression feral as he took you in under him, strands of hair falling into his face. He shuffled himself back onto his knees so he was kneeling before you, your legs spread wide for him as he continued his languid movements. His free hand brought one of your legs up, your ankle now near his head. He pressed a few wet kisses to whatever patch of skin of yours he could reach, groaning against your leg as he continued his slow movements with you.
“Oh, Satanas, you love a good orgasm, sí,” He watched with a darkened gaze as he pulled his hand from you, the finger and knuckles surrounding it wet on his glove, “this one will be a good one...”
He pressed another kiss to your leg, watching your face contort in pleasure as he added a second finger to you this time. Your arm was thrown over your mouth, muffling whimpers as you rolled your hips against the actions of his fingers.
Copia reached his free hand down, pulling your arm from your face. “I want to hear you, mia cara, He wants to hear.” It came out as a low growl, his white eye seemingly growing brighter in the dim room.
A whine tore itself from your throat as Copia pressed his thumb to your clit, your hands reaching above your head, trying to avoid covering your mouth.
It was then the sound of a door opening reached both of you, your eyes widening in fear. Copia cursed under his breath, quickly but carefully moving your leg before hurriedly leaning back over you. His fingers never halted their actions inside of you and you writhed a bit under him, your core clenching around the digits.
“I could have sworn they were in here, Father.” A voice echoed throughout the room and you clenched your eyes shut, hands re-tangling themselves in Copia’s robes. The Cardinal shushed you quietly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before a gloved hand clamped itself over your mouth.
Your eyes snapped open at the action and you watched him, your breathing becoming more labored as he continued his assault below.
“Perhaps they went to his office again. He’s been helping her with Bible study, Sister. You know she’s been struggling lately.”
Copia couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips as he looked down at you under him, his thumb pressing against your clit once more as his fingers still worked inside of you, your mouth opening under his hand, “Yes, Bible study.” He murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.
An involuntary moan tore itself from your throat, muffled against Copia’s glove as your hips continued to try to roll against his hand. The Cardinal grinned at your reaction before it faltered.
“What was that?”
A flash of light followed by the crash of thunder filled the building. You froze under Copia, the man above you stilling his actions.
“It’s windy outside, Father, I’m sure it’s just the old building.” The Sister responded, the man with her making a noise of uncertainty.
“I suppose. Come on, let’s make sure power is still on in the rest of the monastery.”
The two of you stayed still as you heard their footsteps come closer, Copia cursing under his breath, mismatched eyes darting in the direction they were coming from. You watched Copia with bated breath as you waited for them to pass by.
They passed down the aisle by the two of you without a passing glance, soon the slam of a door confirming their leave. You exhaled through your nose a sigh of relief, eyes rolling back as you all but deflated against the floor.
“Oh, amore, I for sure thought we’d be caught.” Copia’s words were soft, his hand leaving your mouth to tangle in your hair. He continued his movements inside of you now, a surprised whine tearing itself from your lips, no longer muffled by his hand.
You reached a hand up to grab Copia by the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to yours. “Please,” your words were muffled by the kiss and the man made a questioning noise. “Please, Cardinal..”
“Please what?” He pulled back to look down at you, expression expectant. “Use your words, what are you demands of me?”
You felt your stomach tighten at his words. You had never experienced anything like this before. His hand that had been fingering you below was now gripping your hip, fingers warm against your skin.
“I…” you found yourself flushing with embarrassment, face impossibly warm.
Copia’s expression softened. Your name fell from his lips sweetly. “I’m sorry, dolcezza, I know this is not easy for you. I shouldn’t be so… ah,” he sighed before leaning down, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, forehead, and then your lips. It was not missed by you that it was in the same pattern as crossing yourself before or after prayer- right, left, up, down.
You found yourself smiling a bit in amusement once more, although the sweet actions didn’t help alleviate the new, almost empty feeling ache between your legs. “Please, Copia,” you reached a hand up, fingers tangling in his hair as you scratched at his scalp. The man over you groaned at the feeling, forehead leaning against yours as his eyes fell shut. “Take me. I want you so badly, more than anything I’ve ever wanted, please-“
His eyes snapped open as your words became ones of begging, expression once again turning to one of a certain level of ferocity. He kissed you rather roughly, his hips now pressing against yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You moaned into his mouth as the feeling of him against your center, hands reaching down to pull his cassock apart. Thankfully it was buttons, easy to snap open. Copia pulled back with a labored gasp, reaching down to undo his belt before he pushed his pants and boxers down. He reached a hand under your habit’s skirt and tore your panties from your body, the sound of tearing fabric filling the chapel.
It was then the Cardinal leaned back on his knees, eyes emotionless as he looked you over. You felt another drop in your stomach as he kept his gaze on you before you yelped as you were flipped, your stomach suddenly against the floor as you were pulled back to him by your legs. You were lifted onto your knees with ease and you shivered at the feeling of your habit’s skirt being pushed up over your ass, his fingers groping as he pushed the heavy fabric up to expose you, the skirt now pooling around your waist. You propped yourself up on your elbows, your face and neck burning in embarrassment at how exposed you were to him.
You heard him inhale behind you before the feeling of his hot breath exhaling over your wet core sent another shiver throughout your body. His teeth grazed the skin of one of your cheeks before he moved back, now lining himself up with you.
Your head dropped down against the old, tile floor as you waited for Copia, the man behind you letting out a deep chuckle.
“You’re patient, Sister.” His voice sounded different, another chill running through you. “More patient than I could ever be.” He ran himself along your wet folds before pressing himself into you, the man soon draping himself over you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he bottomed out, your elbows sliding out from under you, causing your face and chest to be pressed against the cold tile.
Copia growled over you, his mouth soon finding your neck. He nipped at your skin rather harshly, mustache rubbing against you. “I want to hear you, amore.” It was another command, one of his hands reaching down in front of you and easily finding your clit.
A choked sound tore itself from your throat as he started to roll his hips against yours, his fingers working in time with his movements. You could feel his mouth moving against your neck, words you could not quite understand leaving his lips. It almost sounded like a prayer.
You couldn’t help the gasps and whimpers that tore themselves from you, your hips pressing back against Copia the best to your ability, the weight of him covering you overwhelming. His own gasps and moans reached your ears in-between the words he was murmuring.
Soon another flash of lightning filled the chapel, followed by the loudest clap and crackle of thunder yet. A different chill ran up your spine, goosebumps raising along your skin.
You heard Copia growl against your neck again, his movements picking up pace. “Non soli sumus, soror.” He reached the hand that had been bracing himself over you up, pulling your hair back, forcing you to crane your neck to see him. His white eye was glowing and he craned his own head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. He pulled back with a gasp, grin wicked. “He is here, Sorella, watching us. Watching me make you His, make you mine.”
Your cheek was pressed against the cold ground as Copia let go of your hair, eyes rolling back as you moaned, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the chapel between claps of thunder. Your fingers attempted to dig against the tile, desperate to hold onto something. A tension was building in your lower abdomen, your legs attempting to spread wider for Copia as his thrusts started to pick up pace.
A sob tore itself from your throat, involuntary tears sprouting from your eyes. “Yes,” You gasped, eyes falling shut, “Please, Copia- Cardinal, Father-” You started to babble as pleasure started to wash over you, your limbs trembling as you came undone under him. A sound between a sob and a cry wracked your body, legs shaking as Copia continued to ride you through your orgasm.
The man above you was soon bucking into you with abandon, a string of curses leaving his mouth before he bit down on your shoulder, his thrusts stuttering as he finished in you. He was still rubbing slow, tight circles on your clit as he stayed seated in you, your legs continuing to shake as you became overstimulated, more tears spilling down your cheeks and onto the tile below.
Copia shushed you quietly at the sound of your whines, his hand moving from your clit to caress the skin of your hip. “You’re okay, Sorella.” His voice was gentle now, breathless, a complete contrast to his tone earlier. “Bellissima, truly.” He was pressing kisses to any part of you he could reach, his arm now holding your hips up to him as your legs started to give out under you.
You laid limp under him, still catching your breath. You smiled at his sweet words, eyes falling shut as you felt both his and your releases start to drip from you and down the inside of your thighs. It was then you realized how slick with sweat you had become, parts of your habit sticking to your skin.
“Ah ah, don’t fall asleep on me now, Sister.” You heard Copia above you, the man gently pulling himself from you as he started to soften. You bit back the whimper that threatened to escape at the feeling, your hole now clenching around nothing.
He exhaled sharply as he looked down at you, gloved fingers spreading you apart to look at the mess he helped create.
“Cardinal.. Evening mass starts soon, we need to go.” You looked back at the man and he blinked, almost coming out of a daze.
“Y..yes, it is, isn’t it, Sister?” He sighed, looking you over one last time. “I wish we could stay right here a bit longer. It’s a beautiful sight.” He retracted his hands from you and pulled his pants and boxers up before he hurried closer to you, helping you sit up. “Do you need help back to your room, mia cara?”
You held onto Copia’s arm, face warming at the sight of your bruising knees. You nodded in response to his question, the man giving a small hum as he helped you stand. Once you were standing up stronger he helped you put your veil back on and fix your habit before you held his arm.
“Ope,” He moved away from you, grabbing your torn underwear from under a seat before shoving them into his cassock’s pocket, “can’t leave those there, can we, Sorella?” He gave you a small smile, hand patting yours as you retook his arm to help resteady yourself.
You couldn’t help the snorted laugh that left you, your first few steps a bit unsteady as the two of you began to walk towards the main doors of the chapel. “No, Copia.” You agreed, amusement evident in your voice.
Copia shared your laugh, his other hand holding yours that held onto his arm. He opened the door for the both of you and you looked up at the sky as you stepped outside, your eyebrows furrowing. It was perfectly clear, stars twinkling in the night sky. The only evidence there was a storm was the smell of rain that filled your senses, and the certain crispness in the air.
“The storm is gone.” Your voice held confusion, your grip tightening on Copia’s arm as the two of you started to walk through the courtyard.
“Hm? Yes.” He smiled down at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He frowned at your creased brow. “Amore, you did not think it was a real storm, did you?”
You opened your mouth to respond before you blushed once again that evening. “Oh.”
Copia’s smile returned and he stopped once the two of you had reached the middle clearing of the large courtyard. It was surrounded by tall shrubs, mostly used by those wishing to sit outside and have a moment of peace or privacy. He glanced around before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
You made a noise as he pulled away, eyes growing wide. “Copia!” You hissed, looking around the hidden clearing.
The man smiled, mismatched eyes squinting as he looked down at you. He pressed another kiss to your cheek before continuing down the pathway towards where your dorm was located. “You know, I quite like the sound of my name coming from you.”
You felt a tug in your chest at his admission, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You know, I quite like the sound of mine from yours as well, Cardinal.” You whispered his title, the sound of him chuckling warming your heart, “I suppose that’s one of the ways you won me over.”
“Oh? Just that?” He hummed, turning towards you as the two of you reached the main door of your dormitory. “Nothing else?”
You shrugged, allowing yourself to drop Copia’s arm as your smile grew. “Nothing comes to mind.”
Copia laughed before he returned your smile, his gaze soft as he looked down at you. He sighed after a moment, a gloved hand reaching up to brush a piece of your hair that had slipped from your veil. You frowned a bit at his change in demeanor and you crossed your arms as a breeze blew past the two of you, a chill running up your once sweaty spine.
“If you would still like to join me, meet me here before morning mass tomorrow. While it is still dark.” His voice was soft, only for you to hear. “Or, if you wish, you can stay. I will be gone and respect that decision you made, Sister.”
You felt your knees grow weak, that nervous twist in your stomach from earlier returning.
“I see you are still nervous.” His tone was cool, as if he were trying to protect himself.
“I am.” You looked down at your crossed arms and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, a blush crossing your cheeks at the feeling of the sticky mess between your legs. “But I am a nervous person.” You looked back up, giving Copia a small smile. “I will see you in the morning, Cardinal.”
You hesitated a moment before you leaned up on your toes, pressing a kiss to Copia’s cheek as a silent promise, not caring who might see. The man’s shoulders seemed to sag in relief, and he returned your smile.
“Goodnight, Copia.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He gave your hand one final squeeze before turning to leave, heading back towards the chapel. He paused, glancing back at you. “I will let them know you and I had a private session so they don’t come looking for you.”
You stifled a giggle, bringing your hand to your mouth. The two of you shared one final smile before you turned to go inside the building, realization now hitting you.
You had to pack if you were going to go with the Cardinal.
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Go Little Rockstar
Summary: It's his first ritual and Copia has never been more anxious. Luckily, he has you to put his mind at ease.
Word count: 730
He’s been fidgeting ever since everyone had gotten off of the tour bus, playing with the edge of his shirt or nervously turning the cup of coffee that he held. You noticed more than once how his foot tapped impatiently and he kept looking around. Every squeeze you gave his hand seemed to settle him for a second as he shot a smile your way, but the old habits would pick back up.
By now, you two were in his dressing room, standing in front of the mirror with his back to you. You’re smoothing out the back of his cassock, picking off any stray lint pieces or small hair follicles that clung to his outfit.
“Do you think they’ll like me?”
This is the same question he’s asked at least five times now, eyes wild with anxiety and his brows upturned as he looks at you through the mirror. He resembled a child on their first day of school, his arms brought close to his chest.
“I know I won’t be like Terzo, or even Papa Nihil,” he rambles on. “but I want them to like me! I’m so scared, amore mia.”
“They will, Copia.” You give him a smile, gently grabbing his shoulder to turn him around, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek once he’s finally facing you. It broke your heart to see him like this. You thought that, finally, he would’ve put this stage fright aside, having looked so excited as you helped him get dressed for tonight’s ritual. You had fussed over his cassock earlier, going over it time and time again with the iron, trying to get rid of those stubborn wrinkles, along with his belt.
He was so happy when you two first entered the dressing room, gushing over how he was so excited to have this chance – that he could finally prove himself to Papa Nihil that he was ready to become the next Papa. But as he stood here now, all dressed up and staring at you, the excitement has been replaced with fear.
“I’m scared, amore mia,” he confesses softly. “The fans – they can be cruel. I know they can be.”
“They’ll love you more than I do.” You press a soft kiss to his lips. “Well… almost more than I do.”
“Are you sure?” He looks at you with those big, mismatched eyes.
“I’m positive.” Another kiss, this one lasting longer. One of his hands settle on your hip, the other gently laying at the base of your neck as he returns it. When you finally pull back, there’s a small smile on his face.
“Grazie, cara mia.” He brings his knuckles up, stroking your cheek. “You always know how to make me feel better.”
“You know I’m always here for you. I love you.”
“And I you.” He takes a glance in the mirror, fixing his biretta. “I believe the show will begin soon.”
“You have fun, okay?” He holds your hand gently as you two make your way for the door and out into the hall. “And if anything happens, you know you can always look to the ghouls for help.”
“You’re right. Thank you.”
Both of you can hear the crowd cheering already, the lights shining. Copia takes one last look at you, a timid smile on his face. You cup his cheeks in your hands, making sure he stays focused on you and not tempted to look at the crowd before he leaves your side.
“You’re going to be amazing,” you promise him. “The crowd will love you.”
“What if I mess up?”
“What if you mess up? It’s normal.” You jerk your head to the crowd that’s waiting. “They’re here for a show, my love. They’re here for music – for you and your ghouls. They’ll love anything you throw at them.”
“You’re right. You’re always right.” His smile is more genuine and happy. “Ti amo, topolino.”
“And I you. Now, go get them.” He seems more at ease and you wish him luck as he turns from you. You can hear the volume increase from the crowd as he walks onto the stage and, soon after, you hear his voice projecting from the speakers as he greets the audience.
He did it. Your Cardinal finally became the one thing he normally never got to be: the center of everyone’s love and attention.
Translation:
Ti amo, topolino - I love you, little mouse
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Midnight Hunt - Swiss x f!reader)
Warnings: MDNI 18+, 2,5k words, I'm back with more smut, and yes it's some more ghoul in heat, pnv sex, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, a little predator/prey play, feral Swiss is a little possessive, public sex, oral sex, fingering, size kink, i think that's it?
You stifle a yawn as you make your way back to your room. It's terribly late and not a soul can be seen in the abbey's corridors, the silence a refreshing change to the usual hustle and bustle going on in the day. Finishing these translations so late was not your objective, but now that you were here, you took this time alone to relax and absorb the calmness emanating from the abbey's walls in the middle of the night. You let your stress from the day's work escape as you mindlessly walk the stone pathways. A sudden noise has you stopping in your tracks however. It was very faint but the silence allowed you to hear it clearly: a shuffle of feet on the stone floors, coming from somewhere behind you.
Who could still be up at this hour? You turn, only to find the space empty. Your head cocks slightly in confusion. Only Copia had the habit of wandering the halls near the library at night -and you obviously- but if it was indeed him, why would he not call out to you, and even disappear on you? Your mind must have played tricks on you, you guess, it was late and you were tired after all. Just as you turn to resume your walk however, you nearly jump out of your skin as a ghoul enters your sight, standing just a few feets away from you. You chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief, the ghouls weren't an unusual sight around here after all. The ghoul in front of you does not react however and as you look more attentively at him, you notice the way his chest is rising and falling heavily, and how his gaze on you does not hold the playful glint they usually did. No, his eyes are dark, fixed upon you, carefully eyeing your every movement. His body is taut, as if ready to jump at any moment.
"Swiss? Is everything ok?" You call out hesitantly to the ghoul.
No answer comes. Instead, his head cocks to the side as he takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take a step back, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. Suddenly the realization strikes you: the ghouls should be locked in their den right now, it was right around the time where they'd be getting into heat… how the hell did he manage to slip through? You silently curse as a spike of fear runs through you, your breath catching. His nostrils flare and his lips spread into a wide sinister smile, fangs glinting in the faint light of the wall sconces. He takes another step forward, and you backwards.
"Swiss, you shouldn't be here." You try to make your voice as firm as possible even though you know it's useless, he can smell the fear emanating from you.
"You should run little rabbit, fucking run while you can."
His voice is so low, nearly a growl, and it sends shivers running through you. You know he's taunting you, running will only feed into his animalistic urge, but a spike of adrenaline has you instantly taking off running despite your brain knowing it was best not to. You curse the fact that you are still so far from your room and the sibling's dormitories. Running through the unending stone corridors towards the living quarters was pretty much your only option now; however, no way you could go through the main doors and lose him in the forest, he'd get to you in seconds. Your chances were already low as is… So you just focus on running towards your room, trying your best not to look back. You can hear him further behind you and you just know he's not going full speed. He's toying with you, that asshole. You take as many turns and secret passages as you can, trying to keep your frantic breath as silent as possible, even if you know he knows the abbey and its secrets just as well as you do, if not more. You feel like you've been running for hours, sweat beading at your temples and running down your cheeks, and for a moment, the silence around you makes you think you've actually managed to lose him somehow. But just as you're about to turn to look back, you feel a hand grab at your shirt's collar, claws tearing into the fabric. Despite your best efforts, it slows you down, throwing you off balance and of course he takes this advantage to jump towards you with a low growl. You somehow manage to dodge him however, both of you landing face first on the floor. You try to scramble back to your feet but a hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you back down with a loud cry. You curse loudly as you try to kick him off, but of course he easily manages to get you immobilized, face down under him. Swiss towers over you at the best of times so there was no way you could even try and fight him off, especially not with your muscles being this tired. He's currently sitting on you, a hand restraining both of yours in your back. You feel him leaning down, brushing your hair away as he presses his nose to the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply. He curses softly.
"You wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for this rabbit" he growls, his fangs brushing against your skin as he nuzzles your neck. "Now that I finally have you under me, no way I'm letting you go."
You absolutely hate the shivers that run through you at the low rumble of his voice, your own body betraying you. He chuckles darkly.
"Unleash me Swiss" you try to sound calm, nearly bored, anything to hide the fear. "You can't be doing this, you could be sent back to the pits."
He hums as he inhales your scent once more.
"If it means I get to taste you, I'm ready to take the risk, love."
You whimper loudly when he tears your shirt open the rest of the way, your bra along with it. He pushes the offending fabric aside and the tip of his nose trails along the expanse of your shoulders, his lips brushing so lightly, it sends shivers down your spine. Swiss purrs as his tongue suddenly licks a fiery trail up the column of your neck. His free hand then goes to grip your hair and he bucks into you harshly with a loud whine. The way his bulge presses against your ass makes your stomach clench with a sudden need that scares you. His lips make their way to your cheek, just at the corner of your lips.
"Fuck, I need you (y/n), I'm going to take you, make you mine." He mumbles against your skin as he bucks once more.
"Please Swiss", you plead and you're not even sure what for anymore.
"Yes rabbit I'm here, I'll take real good care of you."
Before you can even comprehend his words, he flips you on your back, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. A wide feral grin is spread across his lips as he spreads your legs around him, his hands going to his pants, unzipping and pulling them down with his underwear in record time. You can't help but stare at his now freed length, Swiss was nearly dwarfing you in size but for some reason you did not expect him to be this big. A spike of fear courses through you at the sight, he can't possibly fit can he? You finally look up to see his dark eyes and the way they are glued to your face, drinking in every single one of your reactions. He goes to grab the hem of your skirt, lifting, but you then try to squirm out of his grasp, your hands grabbing his wrists in a vain attempt to push him away.
"Swiss we can't do this here, we'll get caught-"
"Let them see, rabbit. You're mine now, let 'em see who exactly you belong to."
He then quickly leans down, sucking a nipple between his lips, fangs grazing just barely at the skin and you gasp loudly. You can't stop your hands from gripping at the back of his head harshly and he whines against your skin, taking this moment to lift your skirt the whole way up. His mouth latches to the other nipple and you yelp when he tears your panties away from you, his fingers quickly finding your folds. You barely notice the way his eyes roll at the back of his skull and he releases your abused nipple with a pop.
"Ah fuck, rabbit, you're dripping."
You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, and part of you was still a little worried about the whole situation, but a bigger part was now calling out to him, like your body had been actually yearning for him this whole time. His mouth begins slowly traveling down your body, until it finally levels with your core. His gaze lands on yours as he licks a long, slow stripe along your folds. You can't stop the loud moan that escapes your throat as you throw your head back. He repeats the motion, purring at the way your body arches off the floor, and up into his mouth. He is languid and slow at first, but his own desperation quickly wins over as he eats you out like a starved man, his moans growing nearly as loud as yours. You feel the coil within your stomach winding tighter and tighter and when he suddenly shoves two fingers in you, it snaps harshly, a loud wail leaving your lips as you come harder than you've ever came before. You feel him growl against you as he laps hungrily at your juices. It takes a few moments for you to come down from your high, and all the while, he keeps pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation.
"Such a good rabbit for me" he purrs.
You know you're a complete mess by now, but as you look back up at him, you notice he doesn't seem to be doing much better, panting harshly and palming at himself over you. His lips crash onto yours, his kiss desperate and terribly needy, barely leaving room for you to breathe in between. You're so focused on his tongue lapping against yours that you don't even notice how he has lined himself up with your entrance until he shoved himself inside you to the hilt, in one swift motion. He swallows the scream that leaves your lips as he tries his best to remain still at first. He's so big, it feels as though you're stretched beyond what you thought was possible. The way he presses up all the way to your cervix is slightly painful at first, but it thankfully subsides quickly, leaving you squirming under him. His jaw clenches as he tries to keep some amount of control over himself, but you see the way he is nearly shaking.
"S-Swiss, fuck-" you stutter and gasp, your mind unable to conjure more words.
"You're doing so good baby, you're taking me so well, 'm gonna stuff you so full, stuff you 'till you grow round with my kits" he's rambling half coherently.
You struggle to breathe correctly as your hands find his back, nails leaving harsh red trails behind and he starts moving. You feel absolutely overwhelmed but in the most blissful way, it felt as though nothing would ever measure up to how he feels inside you right at this moment. You can't contain the loud cries that leave you even if you tried and he leans down to kiss you again, all teeth and tongue. His lips trail down your neck and his pace quickens, now pounding so hard into you, your mind goes totally blank. His hands are digging in your hips and you know will leave bruises but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when he's fucking up into you like this, like he needs it more than he needs air to breathe. He keeps rambling and mumbling incoherently against your skin, nipping and kissing in between.
"Fuck that's it rabbit, cum around me please, I know you can give me another one."
His panting and whining are nearly enough to make you come right then, but then his fingers are making their way to your clit, rubbing tight and precise circles which has you coming undone nearly immediately. You come with a loud sob as you clench like a vice around him, a litany of curses the only thing your brain manages to get out. He doesn't stop moving however, even when tears run down your cheek, he keeps pounding violently, his pace growing erratic. His name leaves your lips on repeat as you cling to him for dear life, your whole body shaking and spasming uncontrollably.
"I'm gonna fill you up rabbit! Take it, take all of me, ah, fuck-"
You feel his length twitch inside and just as he comes, his teeth sink in the soft flesh between your shoulder and neck. The sharp pain pulls another intense orgasm from you, a scream tearing itself from your throat, both from pain and pleasure. It takes a few moments for him to finally slow down before coming to a stop, his tongue now running soothingly across the wound he had created. You've never felt so full in your whole life, and at this point you wouldn't be surprised to find his cum leaking out of you for days following this. You both lay on the ground for a while, catching your breaths in silence, his hands running softly up and down your sides.
"Could you help me get back to my room please?" You ask after a while, your voice hoarse from all the screaming.
When he looks up at you, you notice his warm brown eyes have mostly gone back to normal, the darkness within them only faint now. He nods as he pulls out of you, making you wince.
"Let's go rabbit, let's put you to rest a bit before we go again"
You freeze as you look up at him, your wide eyes nearly horrified. What did he mean?
"What? You think we were done? I told you rabbit, you're mine now and I'm not stopping 'till every single person in this abbey knows it."
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Lust in Your Eyes
18+ MDNI
The Cardinal waits for you in your room...but sometimes, he's impatient.
Directly inspired by my beloved @writingjourney's fic.
Filthy self indulgent smut, PLEASE see tags.
Copia x F! Reader - pervy Copia, scent kink, smelling of personal items, masturbation, desperation, breeding kink, explicit conversations, explicit thoughts, self-degradation, self-encouragement, possessive, going through personal items, using articles of clothing for masturbation, caught in the act, p in v, cunnilingus, praise, domination, loud Copia, loud reader, no clean up, teasing, fluff, endearments, exchange of I love you, talk of aftercare.
“Amore?” Copia questions, popping the door open and peeking around the wood. His eyebrows are raised, lips parted slightly, black smudged along the bottom from a day of pressing his lips together in concentration. His eyes briefly roam across the small expanse of your room in the residency hall of the Ministry, huffing a laugh when he spots the stuffed rat he bought you lovingly placed on a pillow in your bed.
He pushes the rest of the door open enough to squeeze his body through, nearly hopping inside before shutting it with his bottom. He pockets the spare key and pulls out his phone, turning it over right side up. “Eugggh…ah! Here we go,” he grumbles, flipping it open. The screen lights up and he raises a hand. “Eureka!”
He holds it away from himself and presses with a heavy gloved finger to open his messages, looking at the last text you sent him.
Hi, sweetie. :) meet me at my room when you’re done?
Copia smiles, the endearment, as always, warming his cheeks. You must be running a little late. He pockets his phone and rubs his hands together with a sigh as he glances around your room once more. He walks over to the small fish tank on your desk, bending over to peer inside at the betta fish relaxing amongst the greenery growing within the tank.
“Hi! Hello, Big Betta. Where is your mama, huh?” Copia shrugs when the beta doesn’t respond and stands upright again, taking off his biretta and placing it on the desktop. He leaves through your record collection, making small noises of appreciation, just wasting time until he has you in his arms again.
Abandoning the shelf of records, he sits down on your bed, running his hand across the comforter. With a sigh, Copia falls back, closing his eyes as your scent envelopes him. He turns on his side and follows the pattern of the bedspread with a single finger, a crooked smile on his lips as he thinks about the very naughty things the two of you have gotten up to in this very bed.
He turns his nose into the soft material, taking a deep breath, his mouth falling open slightly. He turns onto his stomach, drawing his legs up as he skims the tip of his nose across the length of the bed, crawling forward until he reaches your pillow.
“Amore mio,” he rasps, pants growing uncomfortably tight as he presses his face into your pillow. He rotates his hips, pushing the seam of his zipper into his hardening cock, a pathetic noise bubbling from his throat.
Copia freezes then, the silence following his moan terrible as he realizes what he’s doing. The Cardinal heaves a frustrated sigh and drops his head into your pillow. The man is so desperate for you. He won’t deny that. Desperate for your love. Desperate for your body. Desperate for any crumb of your attention he can get. He spent the day half-hard after reading your text, eyes following the clock religiously, counting down the hours.
The Cardinal is not ashamed of his lust, but…perhaps he shouldn’t be humping your bed when you’re not here. A slow smile lifts the corners of his mouth.
Or at least, not here to see it. It wouldn’t do to waste his seed on anything that isn’t the temple with which he worships. Your beautiful body. Your tight pussy. Your womb which he aches to fill.
Copia rolls onto his back and lets out a breath, staring at the ceiling. He grimaces, reaching down to adjust the insistent throb, fighting with his cassock. “Cazzo…,” he growls, sitting up and quickly unbuttoning the suffocating material, ripping it from his body. He nearly falls off the bed in the process, grabbing the bedside table for support. Your lamp sways violently and the few things you have on the surface shake and nearly fall off, but finally Copia throws the offending cassock to the floor.
He turns toward the mirror nailed to the small piece of wall next to your closet and smooths his hair back. He stares at himself, running a hand across his soft stomach as he turns to the side, admiring the way his cock tents his pants. Copia chuckles softly and palms himself, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “You’re a dirty old fucker, eh?” He sighs. “Satana, I need her so much.”
Copia checks the clock on your desk, eager for the time to pass. Missing you. Craving you. His entire body alight with the need to have you. Keep you tucked in his arms and in bed. Warm and soft and satisfied. He’d cook for you, care for you, ensure that his precious girl never wants for anything. You’re already his wife in his mind, Copia need only buy the ring.
He turns, idly debating on returning to the warmth of your bed when his eyes fall on the door to your closet. It’s ajar, the cut of the light from your room illuminating a few items of clothing which hang from the rack. Copia slips his fingers through the opening, teasing the door open the rest of the way. A shuddering breath pushes from his throat as the dress you wore to dinner last week reveals itself in all its sinful satin, hanging prettily as if it was waiting for him.
Copia hastily pulls his glove off his hand with his teeth, tossing the leather carelessly over his shoulder. With a nearly shaking hand, he reaches out, pressing searching fingers against the dress, his senses burning with the memory of how it felt to rip it from your body. He’s surprised it survived, looking nearly picture perfect. Its only failure is that you’re not wearing it.
Copia’s cock jumps, straining against his trousers. He whimpers, a small “mmm!” when he reaches down to unzip, his fingers brushing against the wet patch in his underwear. Copia pulls the dress from the closet with a frenzy, holding the hanger in one hand while the other frantically pulls down his underwear, letting his painful cock bob in the air, freezing against his heated skin. He lightly smacks it, watching with a groan as it bounces, the tip red with just the sweetest drop of precum pearled within the slit.
He stands there almost unsure for a moment, eyes falling to your door and then your doorknob. Oh, if it turned right now. If you caught him. The thought makes him shake with need, and he toes off his shoes, kicking his pants and underwear off to the side. He leaves his socks, doesn’t bother to unbutton his clerical shirt, his only remaining thought being to fuck his cock into your dress.
Copia drops to the floor, the floorboards rough on his knees. He groans, and then laughs, the sudden protest of his knees rocking him back to lucidity for a moment. Cardinal Copia, a devotee of lust. Horny and desperate and ready to pleasure himself with the memory of you, the scent of you, until he has you under him again.
Where are you?
Copia yanks the dress from the hanger, bunching it up in his hands and passing the cool satin across his thighs.
“Oh…amore, la mia preziosa ragazza! Ti amo, ti amo cosi tanto,” he whispers fervently, eyes shut tight as he imagines you before him, wearing the dress he so violently clings to.
He finally moves the dress higher, moaning low and deep, drawn out into a high pitched keen as he finally gives his cock the attention it so craves.
“Copia?” Your voice cuts through his lustful haze, and Copia’s eyes snap open, falling on your surprised expression at the door. He stands up so quickly, he falls backwards onto your bed. The dress covers his weeping cock, the Cardinal looking a mess while splayed across your bed, cheeks red.
It’s quiet for several moments.
“Did I keep you waiting too long?” You ask softly, dropping your bag and moving toward the bed.
Copia pulls the dress off of him, cock so hard it curves toward his stomach. “Look at what you’ve done, topolino. Your Cardinal hurts.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I should have hurried.” You pick up the dress, looking at it with a pout. “Were you going to cum on my dress?”
“Of course not,” he admonishes. He sits up and curls a finger, smiling as you dutifully flock to his side. He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, the scratch of his mustache a comfort to you. “Nothing wrong with a little…foreplay, sì? I missed you so much.”
“I missed you,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips meet, Copia hands insistent as he pulls you down to straddle his hips on the edge of the bed. Licking into your mouth, the man flips you, your back hitting the mattress. He ruts into your clothed sex, your surprised squeak swallowed by his mouth. He pulls away to nearly tear your leggings and panties off your body, flinging them into the open door of the closet so hard they rattle the hangers inside.
Copia slides his hands up your inner thighs, spreading your legs to stare unabashedly at your pussy. “Surely I’ve been given favor by the Dark Lord…,” he murmurs, leaning in to drag two fingers through your folds, spreading your lips. “I’ve been waiting all day to taste you.”
His gaze flashes to yours, his lips pulling into a smirk as he gets comfortable on the bed, hooking his arms around your spread thighs. “Watch your Cardinal worship,” he whispers.
He moans, loud and unashamed when your pussy flutters at his words, your slick rapidly sweetening his evening meal. “Don’t worry, dolce. I’ll fill that pretty hole soon enough.”
Copia’s lips close over your clit and he sucks. His tongue flicks, curling around the sensitive nub. You buck your hips with a cry and he moves a hand to your belly to drop them back to the bed, pressing firmly. He keeps you there, attached to his mouth, laving his tongue over and between your folds, dipping into your entrance. His cock gives a powerful kick against the mattress as your walls pull in his tongue.
“Your Cardinal knows,” he coos. Your answering whimper makes him smile. “Sì, sì, he knows.”
“Copia, please,” you beg, rocking your hips into his face, trying to get that perfect nose to hit just right.
This makes him laugh, “My eager topolino. I’m eager, too.”
He kisses up your body, bunching your shirt in a hand as he drags it along. He fumbles for a moment, fighting with your bra, a few choice curses flying into the air before the bra also thwacks against the wall.
“Oh, dolce,” Copia tsks, gently kissing the red marks left behind from your bra. “We will take a break from wearing that, yes? Find you something more comfortable. I can’t have you in pain…they must be so sore.”
He lavishes attention across your breasts, alternating between sucking your pebbled nipples and gently soothing his tongue across the sore marks. The only marks on your gorgeous breasts should be from his mouth. Copia blows against the wet line of his saliva, a grateful sigh making your chest rise and fall from the cool sensation.
“That’s my baby,” he murmurs.
Copia glances down to where his cock rests between your legs, lifting his hips to drag it along your slick, a full body shudder wracking his frame as he moans. He reaches down to wrap long fingers around the length of him, pumping into his fist once, twice, a third time that has his toes curling in his socks.
His eyes meet yours and he leans in for a gentle, lingering kiss. “Are you ready?” He asks, gaze adoring.
“I need you,” you respond, tilting your hips up.
Copia places his tip at your entrance, adjusting to bracket you between his arms, your breaths mingling from how close your faces are now. “Be my brava ragazza and take your Cardinal’s cock, hmm? Can you do that for me?” He whispers, rubbing his nose against yours.
“Yes,” you gasp, feeling the stretch of him as he pushes into you, his cock filling you in a rush of perfection that has you crying his name already.
His thrusts are messy. Stuttering. Copia struggles to find a rhythm, so overwhelmed by the feeling of you. His love. His soulmate. To be inside you is to know the euphoria of damnation. His hands slide under your body and he pulls you impossibly closer as he slides his legs under for leverage, pistoning into you.
Copia’s own cries rival yours, filling the small space of your bedroom, the slap of your skin against his as delicious accompaniment. He collapses on top of you, still pushing, humping, grinding into your soaked cunt, his lips dragging along your shoulder, making a path to your lips.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you chant, breathless. He claims your mouth, curling his tongue around yours while his hand reaches between your bodies to circle your clit. Your back arches off the bed, breasts pressed against his chest as your orgasm rips through you, your mouth caught open in a shout of ecstasy. Your hips cant against his, your hole spasming around his cock, milking him dry as he jerks, thighs trembling with his own orgasm. He screams into your skin, head buried in your neck, his hips making quick, tight circles as he rides out his climax.
Copia rolls off, a heavy weight, arms hooked around you to make you follow so you’re both on your sides, legs intertwined. He places exhausted little kisses all over your face.
“My heart. My love. My soul. My sweetheart. My future. My everything. Ti amo. Ti amo. I love you,” each of his soft words punctuated with a kiss.
He tilts your face up with a gentle hand to your jaw, searching your eyes. You have to smile, the black make up encircling his eyes smeared all down his cheeks. “Are you okay, baby? Everything feels okay?” He asks, his voice sleepy and sweet.
“Everything is perfect,” you answer, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose that makes him giggle.
“Eh…I’m going to feel that in the morning,” he chuckles, tucking you against his chest.
“I should leave you waiting more often.”
Copia playfully growls, ducking his head to press a kiss to your lips. “Next time, I’ll get into your underwear drawer.”
“No!” You giggle, pushing against him. “I already lost three pairs to you.”
“Yes,” he says, nodding with a little smirk. “I confiscate. Too many things between my mouth and your pussy.”
“Copia!” You gasp, your cheeks flaming as you fight a grin. “You’re awful.”
“Ah, you love it,” he shrugs. His expression turns serious then, pleading as he looks at you, wrapped in his embrace where you belong. “You love me?”
“Very much,” you murmur, pressing a hand to his cheek. “I love you so very much.”
Copia turns his face into your hand, placing a kiss in the center of your palm. “We go to my room now, eh? A hot bath will do us both good.”
“You’re gonna make me walk?” You groan softly, rolling onto your back as Copia makes to get up with a sore grunt.
“You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
You sit up, your muscles feeling thoroughly used, and make to grab a towel from your dresser. You can feel his cum smearing along your thighs.
“No, amore,” Copia says, his back to you as he begins to dress. “That’s what the bath is for.”
“But I still have to walk down to your room,” you say, turning to look at him, the towel clutched in your hand.
“Yes, you do.” Copia pauses to return your gaze, expectant.
You drop the towel, blushing softly, “Yes, Cardinal.”
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Insatiable
I've been really struggling to finish writing anything over the past few months, but this idea has been consuming me ever since the copia rizzchat on twitter was discussing it. So, for your enjoyment- approximately 1500 words of Copia being a 🐱 eating fiend. If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here.
Ship: Papa Emeritus IV x Reader
Rating: 18+!!!!!! No minors PLEASE!
Wordcount: 1530
Warnings: smut, f!receiving oral sex, overstimulation, dom!copia
Throughout the course of your relationship with him, you had come to know that there were a lot of things to love about Copia. He was an incredibly hard worker, who had earned every bit of power allowed to him by his position as Papa; and it was a role that he excelled in. He could command large crowds with ease, and there were very few at the Ministry who would not bend to his will should he decide he wanted something.
Despite this, he was still an awkward, rather silly man, constantly making you laugh at his antics. He was extremely kind hearted. He cared very deeply for those who looked to him for leadership within the Ministry. You had no doubt he would do almost anything for any of the siblings who lived at the abbey.
His love for his pet rats was one of the things that had drawn you to him in the first place; you had never seen anyone who treated the small creatures with the reverence he did. He was an incredible listener too; you could always tell you had his full attention whenever you spoke to him.
As a partner he was as close as a person could get to perfect, as far as you could tell. He always found ways to let you know he was thinking about you throughout his busy day, and no matter how much he had on his plate he always made a point to set aside time to spend with you.
Yes, there were plenty of reasons to love Copia. Though right now, one of those reasons had your attention more than all the others: the man was a pussy eating fiend.
At any possible opportunity he would be in between your legs drinking you down like he needed it to survive. He'd go for hours if you let him, making you cum over and over until you had nothing left to give. It was almost like he was doing it solely for his own benefit, and your pleasure was just a fortunate side effect of him taking what he wanted from you.
Today he seemed particularly desperate for you. He had been working you over for what felt like an eternity. After he gave you not one but two mind-shattering orgasms with no signs of stopping you had made the mistake of reaching down to push his head away reflexively in your overstimulated state.
Doing so had lost you the privilege of having your hands free. He had tied your hands to the headboard above you and was back between your legs, sucking on your clit as though his life depended on it.
You looked down at him as he worked his tongue around your sensitive nub. His hair was disheveled, and there was more of his papal paint smeared on your thighs than there was left on his face. While you were fully naked and vulnerable, exposed to him, he had only partially undressed; his jeans and vest had been discarded on the floor, but his shirt hung from his frame unbuttoned. He was rutting against the bed through his boxers as he ate you out, little grunts of pleasure escaping him as he worked. The sight of him like this would have been too much for you even if he wasn’t currently latched onto your overstimulated clit. You thrashed against your restraints, bucking your hips involuntarily.
"None of that, dolce," he snarled, pinning your hips to the bed with an iron grip before returning his attention to your drenched core, shoving his tongue deep into your cunt.
A pathetic, keening noise escaped you, your eyes rolling back in your head as he worked his tongue within you, his nose stimulating your clit just enough that you found yourself rapidly approaching your third orgasm of the evening.
"Oh, fuck Papa," you whimpered, the overwhelming sensations making your legs start to shake.
"That's it, tesoro, come for me again," he instructed, pulling back for a moment before returning his attention to your clit once more, sucking around the sensitive bud.
You were almost instantly thrown over the edge, your back arching and a stream of incoherent babbling escaping you as your mind went fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure.
Copia diligently worked you through your orgasm, continuing to suck on your clit as you came down from your high. As the haze of your orgasm cleared, you came to the horrifying realization that he still wasn’t done with you yet; the feeling of his mouth against you sending bolts of sensation through you like a hot knife.
You once again thrashed helplessly against your restraints, crying out as you fruitlessly attempted to clamp your legs shut to stop his onslaught. He was having none of that though, and your efforts were met with a snarl as he wrenched your thighs open once more so he could continue.
"Papa, Papa please, please Papa" you begged him, your voice hoarse as your eyes began to well with tears. He leaned back for a moment to consider you, giving you a momentary reprieve from the burning pleasure he was giving you.
"Do you need to use your word, amore?" he asked, considering you seriously.
"No Papa," you replied, tearfully but honestly.
"Then you will give me one more," he said sternly, beginning to lightly apply pressure to your oversensitive clit with his gloved thumb. Your hips stuttered involuntarily in response, your body unsure if it wanted to move closer or further away from his ministrations.
"I don't know if I can Papa," you whimpered, practically panting at this point.
"You want to be good for me, yes? You want to please me?"
"Yes Papa."
"Then you will do as you are told," he demanded harshly, leaning in to lick you with a flat tongue.
You whined in response, but didn't argue the issue any further, trying with all your might to relax into the sensation of his tongue laving over you. He continued lapping at you in broad strokes. Normally this would only serve to tease you, but in your current state even that was almost too much, you had to fight to keep yourself still for him. Your efforts did not go unnoticed.
"You're being so good tesoro," Copia praised you inbetween licks. His praise reignited something within you, and you could feel something begin to build slowly in your core.
"Oh, Papa," you whined, fully overwhelmed. "It's so much."
"Shhh, I know, dolce. Don't worry, Papa is going to help you," he said in mock sympathy. He brought two of his gloved fingers up to your opening, easily sliding them up within you. You cried out, clenching around the intrusion as he began to slowly pump them in and out fluidly, grazing your sweet spot each time.
As he returned to lapping gently at your overstimulated clit, he gradually began to increase the speed at which he worked his fingers in and out of you. Very suddenly, you felt as though you were right back on the edge; the burning, gentle lapping of his tongue against your clit and his talented fingers repeatedly brushing up against that spot inside you proving to be just what you needed to get there.
"Are you going to come for me now, dolce?" he asked, already knowing the answer..
"Yes, Papa, yes," you practically sobbed.
"Good, you're doing so good. Let go," he encouraged in a low, soothing voice.
You didn't fall off the edge so much as you were yanked over, set fully adrift by the burning pleasure that ran through your full body as you clenched around his fingers.
As you came back down to Earth you were vaguely aware of Copia releasing a shuddering moan against you; he had come against the bed from how he rutted against it as he had tormented you. You let out a weak whine at this realization.
Copia only took a moment for himself to recover before he was crawling up the bed, reaching over you to release your wrists from their restraints. You let your arms flop back against the bed, feeling boneless after how he had worked you over.
"You did so well for me my dear, so very good," he praised, brushing a stray hair back behind your ear. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and you hummed a happy sound into the kiss.
As he pulled back, breaking the kiss, a small smile graced his expression, his eyes shone with adoration as he studied you for a moment.
"How do you feel, amore?" he asked.
"So good. And so tired," you mumbled, a sleepy grin plastered to your face.
"Is there anything you need, tesoro? Anything I can get you?"
In lieu of a verbal response you reached for him with grabby hands. He quickly got the hint, moving to lay beside you with an arm raised in offering. You wasted no time in snuggling up to him, burying your face in his chest as he brought his arm down around you to hold you. You drifted to sleep in his arms, feeling sated, happy, and safe.
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the cream in cardinal copia’s coffee - cardi x f!reader
you are blessed with the task of making the new cardinal his coffee each morning and on your first day, you forget the evaporated milk.
a/n: the working title of this was "yucky cardi". this is nsfw. the cardinal has returned. blow jobs. rough sex. and more! he is nasty in this. i have not written smut in so long so bear with me! also some of this is just... silly lol. 3k words. ao3 link!
You adjust your habit in the mirror, making sure to tuck any stray hairs inside of it. Today is the first morning you will be delivering the new Cardinal’s coffee and you want to make sure you look perfect. A ghoul had delivered the news the night before, right to your door, and you couldn’t help but feel like it was your chance to show the clergy leadership how devoted you are to your beliefs. The task is an important one, given that the Cardinal is a mere week into his new position here. You are excited to welcome him and show him what sets this branch of the ministry apart from the others.
The abbey has been rife with gossip since Cardinal Copia has arrived. It’s been months since the Papal position had been vacated yet your faith never wavered, even as the uncertainty seeped into all aspects of daily life. There had been no Black Mass, no confessional, no figurehead. Just as the tension started to reach a fever pitch, the Cardinal was there with his cane that he tapped alongside him as he surveyed the halls with a silent, menacing glare. He has the blessing: the white eye bestowed upon those touched by Lucifer himself and is an accomplished member of the Clergy in his own right — all signs that point to his potential to lead.
You suck in a sharp breath, holding it deep in your chest as you try to ease your nerves. One last look at yourself in the mirror and you’re off down the hall to the kitchens. You pause at the espresso machine and fish the paper with the instructions out of your pocket: a latte with half a sugar in the raw. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? A mug is plucked off the shelf and you start with the sugar in the raw, ripping a pack in half to dump one into the bottom of the mug and to throw the other away. You set the mug below the espresso drip, making sure there are enough beans before pulling the shots. The machine starts to whir and you take the opportunity to open the fridge and stare at the milk options. Nothing was specified in the instructions. You grab whole milk, assuming it’s a safe choice and pour some into the milk frother, sealing it shut and then turning it on. The milk starts to fluff up as the shots finish pulling and the thought crosses your mind that maybe you’re too good at this. It doesn’t take long for the milk to be done frothing, taking the frother and then carefully pouring the milk into the mug.
Voila, a latte.
You let the milk settle for one second longer and then pick up the mug securely in both hands. Perfect. And now, an anxiety filled walk to The Cardinal’s office. Not much is known about him. During his arrival address he spoke only of furthering the agenda of the Morningstar. No personal anecdotes. You’ve caught glimpses of him since his arrival, a few times in the hallway and once in the courtyard, where you finally got a good look at his face — dramatic nose, sideburns and all. A serious man with a serious face is all you could think. Coming face to face with that man has your stomach in knots now but there is still that underlying feeling of excitement. You make it to his office door and give it a shy knock, making sure your other hand grips the mug.
“Entra.”
You push the door open and slowly walk into his eerie office. The bookcases are covered with dust, papers are everywhere and there’s piles of dust in each corner of the room. You’d think Sister Imperator would have taken the time to have his office cleaned prior to arrival. At least you are here now with his coffee, directions followed to a T. The Cardinal is leaned against his deck, a book opened in front of him but his eyes are focused on you. He’s dressed in a tight, red outfit, one that is more casual than the usual cassock, with a sparkling grucifx on the left of his chest. He says nothing as he reaches for the coffee. All business. You hold it out for him, his smooth leather gloves brushing against your fingers, plucking it from your hands and turning from you as he brings it to his lips. Your heart stops once he takes a sip and…
The Cardinal launches the mug across his office and it shatters against the wall. You stand there mortified, a hand clasping over your mouth from being thrown off. His head wrenches in your direction, the most harrowing anger you’ve ever seen in his fiery eyes.
“I-I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Cardinal.” Your voice is shattered, your breath trembling as more apologies spill out of you.
One of his gloved hands without warning knocks your habit off your head, grabbing you by the hair and wrenches your head back, your back tilted and true fear in your eyes as he forces you to meet his gaze. Your scalp burns from how tight his grip on your hair is and your knees wobble from the awkward position he has you in. Instinct takes over, fight or flight, your hand connecting with his cheek in a deafening slap. He releases you from his grasp and you fall onto your back as he stumbles backwards. This time you don’t say sorry. You sit up and try to catch your breath, adrenaline still pumping through you. The Cardinal rubs at his cheek, his eyes wild and glued to you.
“The coffee was that bad?”
“Evaporated milk.” He snarls, his tight leather gloves balling into fists.
“What?”
“I only drink evaporated. milk.”
All this over evaporated milk? You angrily reach into your pocket and pull out the note with instructions, waving it erratically in the air.
“Evaporated milk is not in the instructions!” You fling your arm to throw the crumpled note but it slowly drifts to the carpeted floor in front of you.
“Are you being smart with me, cretina?” There’s a strange playfulness in his voice, nestled deep in his growl. He takes a few slow steps toward you, the tension in the air rising. You blink a few times and start to inch away from him but he starts to move further in your direction. Your legs scramble beneath you to bring yourself to your feet, still startled from his advances. There’s no way he’s going to… chase you, right?
As if he could read your mind, his lips curl into a sinister grin and he bolts toward you. You nearly trip over your own feet as you take off in the opposite direction. Adrenaline is pumping through you, dodging obstacles (desk, chair, other chairs) and keeping him out of arm’s reach is only making you feel more insane. This situation is ridiculous and yet you are still terrified of him catching you, keeping your eyes forward to avoid even glancing in his direction. What the fuck is happening? You’ve never heard of any situations like this happening with previous ministry leaders. No stories, no rumors, nothing other than the Papas and Sister treating everyone with the utmost respect, with perhaps a few instances of tensions flaring — but nothing compared to whatever this is.
You round his desk again when, to your horror, the Cardinal leaps into the air, one foot landing on the seat of his chair that propels him to land two feet on top of his desk. A gasp rips from your throat as he lurches towards you, arms outstretched and fingers wiggling. He crashes into you, dragging you to the ground with him as you finally let out a scream. It all feels so — exhilarating in the most perverse way, a way that makes you feel shameful underneath all the fear. The carpet softens your impact but it still hurts, giving another shocked, pained cry after he falls on top of you. A gloved hand forcefully covers your mouth and you finally focus on him, having pinned you to the ground beneath him. The Cardinal’s nose presses against your cheek and he gives a rough growl.
“You have been quite insubordinate in your short time with this task.” His words are venomous and you can feel his spittle on your cheek. You whimper and struggle against him while he uses his body weight to pin you to the floor, his hips digging into yours to keep you in place. Something throbs against your upper thigh. Your head jerks to meet his sneering gaze, glee in his dark eyes. “You know… I have an idea of how you could make it up to me, bambina.” His words send a shiver down your spine but… but you can’t help the sudden ache between your thighs. Adrenaline is still pumping through your veins and you’re completely overwhelmed by your conflicting senses. The Cardinal’s body relaxes and his grip on you loosens, giving you a chance to break free of his hand over your mouth.
“I’ll remake your latte. I’ll get it right this time.” The panic is evident in your voice and you try to wiggle out from beneath him. He laughs —- laughs —- in your face and brushes his thumb over your soft lips, drawing a shuddered breath from your lungs.
“That won’t do, sorella, you know that.” The Cardinal purrs and pushes himself to his feet, wiping off imaginary dust from his outfit. His hard cock strains in his tight pants, nearly bursting from the seams. It’s hard to keep your eyes off of it but he tears your attention back to his gaze as he grabs you by the collar of your habit and yanks you to your knees. Your head is spinning, trying desperately to catch up with the situation. He grabs you by the chin and forces your attention thin on his face, his eyes hungry as he works his pants down with his other hand. Heat pools in your lower abdomen, pressing your thighs together as your core pulses.
“Will you obey now, sorella?” He whispers almost sweetly while his thumb presses down on your tongue. You’ve been able to hold yourself together so far but this, the taste of his leather gloves on your tongue forces a shameless groan from your mouth. The Cardinal blinks, surprised by your reaction but his lips twitch into a grin. “Oh, you will. You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?” He removes his thumb to your dismay but he quickly replaces it with three of his gloved fingers that push far back into your mouth. Your eyes water as you gag on them and he gives a satisfied grunt. You watch as he removes them from your mouth only to use your slick to pump his cock. The Cardinal is smiling down at you, angling his hips to brush the weeping head across your cheek, drawing another moan deep from you.
“You know how to make it better.” His voice has dropped to a low rumble as he settles himself against your lips. You swallow thickly, then slowly part your lips for him, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. The Cardinal gives a hum of approval, his hand falling to rest in your hair with a far more gentle touch than you were expecting. You sink further down his length, easing your jaw and relaxing your throat until your nose is pressed against his neat pubic hair. He exhales sharply through his nose, a breath catching as you swallow around him. His cock twitches in your mouth and he gives a shallow thrust, causing you to gag. From then on, the Cardinal is relentless.
His hand knots in your hair as he fucks your face, your fingers digging into the fabric of his pants trying to hold yourself in place. Your tongue runs along the length of his cock with each thrust, his grunts and groans filling your ears. You feel so deliciously used, knees digging into the carpet and the inside of your thighs slick with arousal. The Cardinal breath starts to grow ragged, his hips stuttering as he forces your head up, meeting his gaze from beneath heavy lashes. His hazy white eye glows, the Dark One’s blessing reveling in the invocation lust, and his lips part, smeared with his black paint. You moan around his cock, nails raking down his thighs and he gives a choked growl.
“P-putana, so fucking e-eager to please.” The Cardinal hisses, tugging sharply at your hair making you whimper. “You w-want me so badly, eh, s-sorella? Sucking your Cardinal’s cock l-like a good, ah, girl.” He pulls you off of him by your hair and you stumble onto your ass again. “Don’t you? Don’t you want my cock, sorella?” He lazily strokes himself, tilting his head as he hovers over you, standing between your legs. Your heart thunders in your chest, sucking in a deep breath while your knees tremble. You know what you want to say. You want him to fuck you right here on the carpet. You want him to keep talking dirty to you. But you can’t bring yourself to speak so instead you chew on your swollen bottom lip and nod shyly.
The Cardinal has you by the hips in the blink of an eye and he flips you over so that you’re on your stomach. He hikes up your habit above the swell of your ass and toys with the hem of your panties as he presses his cock against your inner thigh.
“Ah, so wet for your Cardinal.” He hisses, his fingers grazing your slick folds. Your mouth drops open, whining as your eyes fall shut. With a surprising amount of care, the Cardinal slides your underwear down your thighs, leaving them at your knees before running his hands back up your thighs to settle them on your hips. You lean back into his touch, feeling the head of his cock against your entrance. “S-so fucking eager f-for me to take you.” He chuckles then thrusts into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt. You lurch forward, your fingers digging into the carpet, screaming out in surprise. He fills you completely, taking a moment to get used to his size while you feel him throb against your walls. “Tell me. T-tell me how badly you want this.”
“Please.” You gasp, arching your back to try and press further into him. “C-Cardinal, please.” He’s heard enough, his grip on your hips bruising as he bucks into you at a frenzied pace. His strong thighs slamming against your ass, each snap of his hips sending you forward, nearly getting fucked across the floor. You can’t stop moaning, tears streaming down your face as waves of pleasure crash over you.
He shoves your head to the floor, your cheek flush against the soft carpet, angling his hips to fuck into you even deeper. The way he moves is violent, your fingers digging into the carpet to keep yourself from collapsing. You feel your muscles start to tighten, tensing up as your legs tremble and drool starts to drip from the corner of your mouth. Cardinal… oh, Cardinal… you’re whimpering for him over and over, a stark change from the defiance you slapped him with earlier.
“S-such a fucking obedient little pup.” He hums and leans over you to press his chest against your back, his strangled breaths and moans filling your ears. The truth is, Cardinal Copia has been thinking about this — about you whimpering beneath him as he filled you — the moment he first saw you. The courtyard. The way you nearly gawked at him made his cock twitch in his cassock. He thought about what was beneath your modest habit, what sounds you make when you’re excited and needy, how your tight pussy would feel around him. He signaled a ghoul shortly thereafter to provide you with the good news and he provided the incorrect instructions himself. The Cardinal knew your type upon laying eyes on you, always so eager to follow directions, proud of your minuscule contributions to the ministry. He knew he could reduce you to this — a mess beneath him.
Your climax rips through you, burning hot currents flowing through you before collapsing beneath him as he tries to hold you upright to chase his own release. He’s so rough, so violent with you, his hips pistoning into you with such force that you’re sure your ass is going to bruise. The Cardinal is nothing more than a beast of lust in this moment, taking and taking from you until he can’t take anymore. He pulls out and ropes of cum land on your exposed, red behind. You’re frozen on the floor, heartbeat in your ears just waiting for him to make his next move, the fear starting to slowly seep back into your mind. He catches his breath behind you, fingers starting to play with your panties again before pulling them back up gingerly, trapping his cum inside you.
“Keep these on all day, sorella. That is an order.” The Cardinal purrs, giving your ass a playful slap and then rises to his feet.” You shift yourself up to your hands and knees, shakily looking over your shoulder at him. He is grinning from ear to ear, his white eye still shining. “I’ll know if you disobey.” He winks then reaches a gloved hand out to you. You don’t hesitate, taking it and allowing him to help him to your feet but you stay silent, vigilant even, in case he is going to try anything else. He gives your hand a tight squeeze once you’re to your feet and lets go, sauntering back over to his desk to pick up the book he had been reading prior to your visit.
“You’ll get my coffee 100% corretto tomorrow, si?” The Cardinal quirks a knowing brow at you, a smile still playing on his lips. You nod silently. His smile only grows and he waves his hand at you, dismissing you from his office and sinking back into his all business demeanor. You waste no time, shuffling out of the room and finally allowing yourself to breath again once the door shuts behind you.
Are you terrified of what tomorrow could bring? Yes.
Still, you can’t help but wonder how he would punish you if next time you purposefully screw up his coffee.
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Camellia: Copia x f!reader - Chapter 7
Camellia: n. - A flower which symbolizes a deep desire or longing.
Summary: You slowly chip away at Elizabeth's diary. Copia takes you for a little break to clear your head.
Word count: 4.4k
A/N: Hey hi hello!! Thank you once again for your incredible patience with these chapters. You all are so very close to my heart and I cherish every single like/reblog/comment (I cry when people say nice things to me, help). That said... let me know your thoughts!!
Warnings: possible mention of anxiety (very brief), Sister Imperator being shady, mentions of ritual sex (no graphic depictions)
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You live in limbo for a full week. “A few hours” of working in Copia’s office had turned into a full day and well into the night. Then one day turned to two, and two to four, and then you found yourself in his office without him asking, simply because it would save time.
The atmosphere between you and Copia during these days is oddly comfortable. You’ve always preferred to work alone, feeling that any noise or talking would be a distraction. Your translations would always turn out more eloquent and faithful to the original text when you could place yourself into the author’s headspace, and that requires near silence or, at most, the ambience of the room around you.
With Copia, though, you find that you’re able to focus even when there is noise or talking in the corridor outside his office. Part of you wants to believe that it’s just the change of scenery. His office is opulent, as the rest of the Abbey, but understated. The wall to the left of the door is lined with bookshelves filled with books and little relics or knick knacks. The desk you work at, which sits nestled in the back corner of the room, had been piled with papers and books which you’d helped him organize (a task which he insists he owes you a favor for), but now it houses your own materials. His desk is still fairly cluttered but since you’ve started spending the days in his company, he’s made a significant dent in the work.
He’d said that having a study buddy helps him stay on task. You’ve always thought you were the opposite, but perhaps you’d never found the right person. It’s as if Copia radiates this aura of calm and focus that you can inhale by just sitting in the same room as him. Your notes are clearer, you can decode letters faster, the Latin flows from your pen smoother.
That’s not to say you always stay on task.
There have been times when a little observation or comment turns to an hour-long conversation, or an invitation to the refectory for lunch turns into a walk through the gardens to take advantage of the warming weather. Or a little glance his way turns into watching him work, memorizing the pattern of his pen’s dragging across a signature line. Watching the little cowlick he tries so desperately to keep in place as it falls back over his forehead. Spotting a tiny smudge in his black paints and remembering how his face had looked, soaked in rain and bare and flushed at your touch.
Yes, you have been living in limbo between being Copia’s study buddy and being something more.
You know, he’d said. You must.
You do know. If the past week has shown you anything, it’s that you know, more surely than you’d expected to, that you’re dangerously close to falling in love with him and that every day you tip further and further over that cliff. The abyss below is deep and if you fall you have no chance of climbing back out.
Copia… Copia is already plummeting. There’s a pleasant heaviness that settles in his chest at the thought of you, increased tenfold at the sight of you. Just existing in the same space as you makes him content with how his life has been, like every moment he’d spent alone only led him to you. Oh, yes, Copia is hurtling downwards at terminal velocity and it’s a long way down.
Somewhere within the last few minutes, Copia noticed you’ve stopped writing. Your eyes stare blankly at the letter grid, one hand pointing to keep track and the other holding your pen a few inches off the notebook page. You must be lost in thought.
“Tesoro?” Copia calls gently. A small smile plays on his lips. He’d gone for the informal paints today after staying in his office far too late to complete some work the previous night, and not at all because you’d accidentally let slip that you like his freckles during a particularly sunny walk. “Where did you go just then?”
At the sound of his voice, your eyes flick up towards where he sits at his desk, watching you. You blink. “Mars, I think,” you say with a little laugh. “I’m stuck on this one phrase.”
Copia rises from his desk chair, stretching his arms above his head, and you try not to stare at the little sliver of skin exposed when his shirt rides up. “Would you like another pair of eyes on it?” He asks.
“Here,” you nod, pointing at the line in your notebook where you’d written the deciphered phrase in Latin. “Collige virgo rosas. Literally, ‘pick, girl, the roses’.”
“Ah, so… what is that phrase? ‘Stop and smell the roses’, yes?”
“Yes, exactly,” you say. “But in the context of this, it doesn’t make sense. She’s not talking about something good.”
Copia’s brows furrow as he rounds your desk and comes to stand beside your chair. He leans over to read what you’ve deciphered in your notebook. The words of Latin slide effortlessly off his tongue as he reads your work out loud, and not for the first time, you’re reminded of how smart he really is. Not that you ever doubted it—he’s proven time and time again through answering your questions about the Ministry’s history that he’s Papa for a reason—but it’s a quiet intelligence. The two of you could be joking about something entirely inconsequential and then suddenly he’s telling you about the theistic anti-religious undertones of the works of Marcus Aurelius and somehow he makes the transition make sense.
“Oh! I see,” Copia says with a jaunty little snap of his fingers. “Here. Further down, read this part.”
Your eyes follow his gloved finger down the page of your notebook to a passage you don’t quite remember deciphering. Using the letter grid is mindless now. After spending a week doing nothing but mapping and mapping and mapping every single letter in Elizabeth’s diary, you’ve learned how to let your mind drift just enough that the translation is still accurate but your mind is elsewhere.
In horto moribundo, elige rosas sanas, Elizabeth had written.
In a dying garden, choose healthy roses.
You continue to read the rest of the passage, and yes, now that first idiom makes more sense. It’s oddly… optimistic, for Elizabeth.
“Huh,” you say dumbly, suddenly all too aware of how close Copia is standing. “I don’t remember writing that at all.”
“Because you were on Mars,” Copia laughs. “Come back down to Earth and we can go for a walk, si? You seem to be, eh… zoning out.”
You smile at him. His eyes are already on yours. From this close you remember that, on top of his intelligence and kindness and wit and charm and empathy, he’s devastatingly handsome. And then you remember how you feel about this man, and how this man feels about you, and your heart kicks up a gear. There haven’t been any romantic declarations or passionate kisses, but every time you pass the romance section of the Library on your way to return Elizabeth’s diary to its lockbox at the end of the night, you’re tempted to borrow a book or two, just for the catharsis of it.
Carefully, you close the diary and wrap it in its linen to protect it while you’re away. Copia moves back to his desk and fishes his key out of the top drawer. “Let’s go to the front gardens today, cara mia,” he says.
“How come?” You ask as he opens his office door for you.
He shrugs. “It’s something different. And the sun is over there right now.”
He doesn’t mention the conversation he’d had with Terzo the night before. How he’d approached his brother, the master of romantic gestures and wooing, and asked how exactly he might tell someone he has feelings for them in a way that won’t leave anything in question. He doesn’t mention how Terzo had (embarrassingly) made him roleplay how his confession might go. He also doesn’t mention that, at Terzo’s suggestion, he’d gone to Primo to ask where the prettiest places in the Abbey gardens are, and Primo had told him that the front gardens are full of Japanese camellia bushes on their last leg of blooming for the Spring season. Copia doesn’t mention how, after that, Primo had lent him a well-loved copy of Linguaggio dei Fiori.
When you’re finished organizing your materials, Copia leads you out his office door with a warm hand placed on the small of your back. The touch, little as it is, makes you shiver.
“I haven’t been to this side of the Abbey,” you tell him. “Not since I arrived.”
Copia watches you as you speak. “The front of the Abbey is very, eh, overlooked. Most people prefer the back gardens because they are bigger. There is more to look at.”
He seems nervous, you notice. You can hear the creaking of his leather gloves as he wrings his hands behind his back. And despite his calm facade, his voice sounds… different. Not weaker, but less sure.
“Copia,” you say quietly. You always say his name with such softness and it makes his heart pound. “Are you alright?”
He smiles at you but it isn’t very believable. “Oh, yes, tesoro, I’m alright,” he says too quickly.
You tilt your head.
“Well…”
You can read him like a book, he knows. Fitting—you can read almost any book in the Abbey’s library, no matter the language, and you choose to read him. And he can read you, too. Like scholars with their manuscripts. Cheesy, he thinks. I’ve been talking to Terzo too much.
“It’s alright,” you say after a pause. “We can just walk, if you’d like. But you have my ear if you need it, or if you need some time—”
“No, no, I…” Copia gently takes your hand as if you’d drift off if he didn’t. “Please, walk with me. There are just… things on my mind, which I need to sort out.”
You squeeze his hand, relieved. “Okay. I’m with you.”
Sathanas. You’re with him. Copia breathes in and out again, shakily. You’re with him, it’s just you. Nothing to be nervous about.
It’s just… you.
You, who he’s about to bare his soul to. You who came into his life and who will stay for such a short time. All he has is a few months with you, and he’s been kicking himself for a week, trying to tell you that he can’t bear to waste any more time, not when you’re both well aware of the feelings you each hold. He can’t go another hour without knowing how it feels for you to know. He knows you know, of course, but you don’t know—
The hallway seems too long. Copia’s working himself into a spiral. His brain keeps telling him you’re as good as gone already. That if he tells you how he feels, you’ll reject him and he’ll lose you. But he’s going to lose you anyway, and he needs to know if he can have these few months with you or no time at all.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, he thinks. And sorry I could not travel both…
The two of you come to the front door of the Abbey. The old wood creaks when you push it open with your free hand, your other still holding Copia’s. You emerge outside and you hold the door open for him to follow after you. He gives you a small smile, not entirely present. Perhaps on Mars, visiting where you’d been.
The front of the Abbey is picturesque. You remember seeing it as you rode up the driveway that first afternoon. It had been so imposing then, gothic and ancient and huge compared to Marseille. These things are still true as you emerge into the sunny lawn, but in the sunbeams, with a breeze that holds only a little bit of bite compared to the air when you arrived, it begins to feel safe.
Your mind reels against the Abbey being a safe place. For your entire stay thus far, you’ve been trying to convince yourself that you don’t like it here, that you aren’t absolutely titillated by Elizabeth’s diary, that the massive Library doesn’t make your mouth water. This is just a temporary work placement, nothing more. Nothing can keep you attached. Not even Copia.
You almost have to laugh, because you know immediately that you’re lying to yourself. You’re already attached. The thought of leaving the Abbey burns in your gut, but the thought of leaving him almost makes you crumble.
You squeeze Copia’s hand. “Still with us?” You ask gently.
Your voice brings him back to this realm, but he’s already mostly through his mental recital of The Road Not Taken, and it’s better if he finishes it. It helps him breathe. Decide.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“Yes,” Copia replies after a moment. “Still here. Sorry, cara mia.”
You shake your head. “Don’t be. Would it help to talk out loud?”
Copia turns his head and looks at you. All the words he’d practiced with Terzo are suddenly lost to him, nowhere to be found in his brain. Now he just sees you, feels your presence in his chest, and he knows he can’t use some rehearsed line with you. That’s not him. And more importantly, that’s not you.
The two of you walk along the blooming camellia bushes. You recognize them from the first time you’d walked in the back gardens with Copia. They’re the only flowers in bloom at this time of year, bright white and pale pink on a backdrop of evergreen. You wonder why more Siblings don’t spend time in the front gardens, especially at this time of year. The flowers are big and supple, if not just on the verge of wilting for the season, and the springtime breeze carries their sweet scent on a hint of warmth to come.
“Tesoro,” Copia begins, his voice soft and quiet, just for you. “I, eh… well, I wanted to… tell you that I, eh…”
You wait patiently. Your heart kicks and you think you might know what he’s trying to say, but you give him time. Neither of you have spoken the words out loud, and in your head, it exists only as the thing between you. The thing that is happening, the thing you feel.
Instead, Copia turns the subject. “I read about camellia flowers recently, you know,” he tells you. “Primo leant me his book, Linguaggio dei Fiori, the language of flowers—well, eh, you must already know that, of course, you are fluent…. Anyways, I was reading about camellia, and I learned that this kind is native to Japan, isn’t that interesting? They only bloom in late winter or early spring, and go dormant in the summer, but they don’t die because they are evergreen shrubs, which means—”
“Copia,” you interrupt gently, “breathe.”
“Right, yes…” He takes a deep breath and his shoulders drop. “What I mean to say is that these flowers will be gone soon, when the warm weather comes. I wanted to take you to see them before they were dormant.”
You stroll along the line of camellia bushes, observing the large blooms closely. The sun almost makes them glow against the dark green leaves. There are a few early bees gathering pollen for their stores, until it’s time for the summer flowers to blossom. You reach out to brush your fingertips against the outer petals of one pink flower, feeling the satiny texture and the dewdrops still clinging from the morning. “They’re beautiful,” you say softly.
“They remind me of you,” Copia replies.
Oh sweet Satan, you think, your heart suddenly pounding in your ears.
He continues after a brief pause. “In that book, Linguaggio dei Fiori, it said…” he clears his throat. “It said that camellia symbolize admiration and affection and desire.”
You look at him then, and he meets your gaze. Admiration and affection and desire.
“And longing, for someone who is far away.”
Copia steps closer to you. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to tell you that it’s alright, he won’t ambush you, that these are those feelings and now he’s saying them out loud. Your eyes stay locked on his own, watching as his green eye grows more vibrant against the backdrop of the camellia bushes’ leaves. His other hand lightly runs down your arm to take yours.
“I’m not far away,” you whisper.
“No, you are not,” Copia says, and he’s close enough that his breath wisps over your face. You have to tilt your head up slightly to hold his gaze as you stand nearly chest-to-chest. “You are here, and the camellia are getting ready to close their flowers.”
“And when I go, they will bloom again.”
“Yes. And when they do, I will long for you, Camellina.”
Camellina. Little camellia. His flower, his blossom in the cold. Here until you’re not. “Copia…”
He reaches up and brushes a stray hair from your forehead, then traces his fingers down your cheek until he cups your jaw tenderly. “I don’t want to keep dancing around each other,” he tells you softly. “If we only have so much time, I don’t want to waste it.”
Your eyes flick back and forth between his own, and you’ve committed your own cardinal sin. You’ve gotten attached. So very attached. Incredibly, deeply attached, and you’re terrified, but Lucifer below, how can you be scared when he’s looking at you like that. Like he might already love you.
“No,” you say. “I don’t want to waste it, either.
“Then please, camellia mia, let me kiss you.”
He waits for just the slightest nod of your head before he draws you in and presses his lips to yours.
It’s really not a kiss at first, just a light brushing of lips together. He wants to know you’re sure that this is what you want. And when you don’t run, or disappear, or turn into a frog like some fairytale bastardization, he kisses you for real. Your lips fit together like they were cast from the same mold, built as the perfect opposite by Satan himself. He kisses you like you’re ethereal.
His hand on your jaw pulls you closer while his other hand slides around your back, and your own find his shoulders to keep yourself upright. He tastes like overly sweet coffee and whatever the refectory had served for breakfast and something else you can’t really place, but has the same distinctness as how he smells. The subtle oakiness of his cologne fills your nose as it sweetly bumps against his. His thumb gently pushes your jaw up, tilting your head to kiss you deeper at a better angle. You feel his tongue swipe along your bottom lip and you don’t even have to think before you let him in.
Your hands trail down from his shoulders to his chest and you press slightly, feeling the warmth of his body under his vest. You can feel the quick pounding of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips and you know from the thundering in your ears that yours is paced the same.
When he pulls away, it’s barely far enough to stop the embrace. With every slight movement, your lips brush together in the lightest touch possible, an echo of the kiss you’d just shared.
“Impie… seigneur des ténèbres en bas,” you breathe against his lips. It seems the only words that can escape you now are those thanking your Dark Lord for the man standing before you. What else can you say when Copia has just drained your brain of any coherent thought? “Embrasse-moi comme ça pour toujours.”
Copia laughs, the puff of air brushing against your lips and cheek. “I’ve broken her, I think,” he says. “She’s lost her English.”
You swallow and try to suppress the heat rising to your face. “I, uh… merde, I can hardly think. Maybe you did.”
“Is this a good thing, camellina?” Copia asks, his thumb brushing against your cheek. He’s still wearing his leather gloves but you wish that he’d take them off. You want to feel his palms against you.
“Oui—sì, er… yes,” you stumble.
Copia laughs again and presses another kiss to the apple of your cheek. “You know, I thought I was going to be the one tongue-tied,” he says with a little smirk. “But I’ve rehearsed this in my head about a million times, so perhaps the shock hasn’t set in yet.”
“Oh? It hasn’t?” You ask, finally coming back to your head. You lean up and kiss him again, simply because you can.
“N-no, not yet. Sathanas, do that again.”
You oblige, and kiss him once more. This time you linger, your fingers gripping the fabric of his vest and pulling slightly. You feel him smile into the kiss. He’s still smiling when you pull away. “I don’t think you ever finished your thought,” you say, remembering what he’d said before… all this.
“No, I did,” Copia tells you. “I had this whole speech planned, telling you how much I adore you, but I kind of… stumbled through it.”
You smile, imagining what his rehearsed speech might’ve been like, but it doesn’t feel right. You can’t imagine it going any other way than it did. “I adore you, too,” you say softly. “And your speech was perfect. Very you.”
“Awkward, long-winded, but somehow made sense?” Copia asks. He draws you into his side and takes your hand again, resuming your stroll through the front garden.
You laugh, and Lucifer below, it’s the sweetest thing Copia’s ever heard. “Exactly.”
Oh, this is bad. Maybe you would’ve gotten away with a mild heartbreak when you left if you hadn’t kissed him. But you had, and you know that when you leave you’ll be devastated. Kissing him, allowing yourself to finally feel the feelings you’ve been desperately pushing down since you first met him, is just digging yourself deeper into the hole you find yourself in.
But how comfortable and warm and perfect this hole is.
You remember the passage from Elizabeth’s diary you’d been having trouble with. In a dying garden, choose healthy roses. Find the good within the bad, the light in the dark.
When you spare a glance at Copia as the two of you continue strolling through the front gardens, you find that there’s a dimple on his cheek that hadn’t been there before, and little crinkles beside his eyes. He’s smiling. You smile too, and look forward again.
Pick, girl, the roses.
~~~
“You remember what we talked about, I’m sure?” Sister Imperator asks Secondo, who stands in her office rather against his will.
“Yes.”
“And you have kept it a secret?”
“Yes.”
He hasn’t.
No, in fact, he’d done the opposite of what Sister Imperator had asked him to do, just to slight her. He’d told you exactly how old Elizabeth’s diary is, and what he knows about Prime Movers. Although it seems like Sister Imperator knows more than he, if she’s so adamant about keeping it hidden.
“Good,” Sister nods. “We wouldn’t want some little French girl getting any ideas.”
Secondo huffs and looks out the window of Sister Imperator’s office.
There you are, walking hand-in-hand with his younger brother, looking quite cozy. From the second-floor vantage point, Secondo can tell the two of you are talking, but he can’t tell about what. The window is situated at Imperator’s back—she’d given herself the corner office, of course—so she can’t see what’s happening just under her nose. Secondo’s lips quirk up at the corner at the sight. From the little interaction he’s had with you, he knows you’re not some naive little French girl.
“Sister,” Secondo begins, “I do not understand what is so important about it that it has to stay a secret.”
Sister Imperator is irked. “Because it must,” she says, as if that’s a good explanation. “We can’t have just any Sibling with a womb vying for Papa’s attention because they heard a silly rumor. Not everything is full of sunshine and butterflies.”
“And what rumor is that?”
Sister sighs. “Being a Prime Mover is not glamorous, Secondo. The role is barbaric and dehumanizing, and I would not have any Siblings think otherwise.”
Secondo turns to leave with a huff. “I was hoping you would tell me something I did not already know.”
“Ask your father,” Sister Imperator says, and perches her reading glasses on the tip of her nose in dismissal.
~~~
March 29
I woke up in Papa’s bed this morning, alone. I do not fool myself when I say I had not hoped differently.
Mother says the ritual went well. She says the candelabras in the garden chapel stayed burning all night, a sign of approval from the Dark One. She says that candles lit from the fire of burning ritual bedsheets will burn until the sun takes over, but I think it is just because the candles were large and extra care was taken to ensure the chapel is not drafty.
He was very gentle. He was very… skilled with his hands and mouth. He treated me like a lover when we were alone in the chapel. It was as if the ritual bed was my own, and all I could focus on was how I felt and how he felt. Whispered words and praises and caresses on my skin. He was human for those moments. He became Papa once more when the knocker sounded.
Mother said to be glad that he was gentle at all. She said, ‘pick, girl, the roses.’
I want to believe that Papa hates this as much as I. He seems kind. Perhaps a man obligated by faith into such a demeaning practice, but kind nonetheless. I want to believe he cares for me in some regard. If not now, I hope he will grow to, as we will be spending much time together. But he was kind, and he was gentle. In a dying garden, choose healthy roses.
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Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil
Rated: E
F/M
Cardinal Copia x F!Reader
Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader
The results of the poll!!!
Chapter 1: The choice
You looked between the two men uncertainty written all over your face, you looked back at Copia your eyes glassy with oncoming tears, there was heartbreak in his face but not for the 'what if' but the fact that you were in so much emotional pain. The Cardinal had been there for you in your saddest moments, Secondo knew your body by heart. You took a step towards Secondo and another but the thought of Leiah coming to you again you could just.. picture her there and it hurt even more now.
Turning you ran back to Copia colliding with him your arms wrapped around him tightly, face hidden in his chest, he was shocked his wide mismatched eyes looking down at you his arms held out to each side, you... you chose him?.... Secondo reached an arm out as if he could have caught you from his spot mismatched eyes wide and staring, the second oldest Emeritus was so sure, so positive that you would come to him like you always did no matter what the argument was, no matter what had been said or yelled you had always come back to him but this time... this time he lost you the one thing he swore he couldn't live without.
Unhooking his sunglasses from his jacket pocket Secondo slipped them on covering his eyes from your sight, he couldn't look weak, no he wouldn't allow you to see the salty tears that were beginning to well. He swore it would be a lifetime and a half before he opened himself up again to anyone that was for sure, his face remained emotionless a simple nod of the head before slipping back into the car. Secondo must have yelled at the driver given the fact the wheels spun as they left. Your face stayed hidden against Copias chest his arms finally coming to wrap around and hold you tightly his gloved hand stroking your hair as you sniffled.
"Shhhh cara mia, everything will be okie dokie." You managed a broken laugh at that which had him smiling.
"Copia?."
"Si sorella?."
"Can we.. not go back to the ministry tonight?."
"Where do you want to go?."
"Anywhere but there."
Nodding the Cardinal continued walking with you back to his vehicle, opening the passenger side door for you. Slipping inside you admired how pristine it was for its age the Cardinal took very good care of it. Driving to a gas station Copia filled the tank of his car and bought a plethora of snacks, you silently thanked Lucifer below that the front seat was a bench seat it allowed you to snuggle up to him your head on his shoulder while his free arm wrapped around you as you both drove around aimlessly in the night listening to the radio every so often he would turn and place a kiss atop your head.
You drove around for what seemed like hours until Copia finally stopped at a little alcove that overlooked the town, you had fallen into a light sleep by the time the car had stopped a gentle shake rose you from your gentle slumber. Blinking awake you rubbed your eyes and sat up.
"Where are we?" you asked sitting up more.
"Not at the ministry." Copia teased to which you rolled your eyes.
"Beef Jerky?." He asked holding up the package, you gladly took it as you got out of the car feeling the cool crisp of the night stretching your arms above your head, you arched a brow as Copia moved to the back seat of his car pulling out a blanket.
You smiled as he walked over to an area just under a willow tree and laid it out on an area of soft grass that acted as cushioning, the bag of goodies and drinks set down onto it.
"Not bad for a last-minute date, no?." Smiling you walked over to the blanket watching as fireflies glew like twinkle lights in the sky.
"I think I like this last-minute date far more than that fancy high-class date." You admitted which put a soft hue of red onto the Cardinal's face as he stared at you. "Eh?.. oh sit, sit, sit sorella." Copia helped you down onto the blanket before he took a seat as well next to you.
"Not exactly traditional moonlit picnic food but I figured it would do."
"It's perfect." Giggling you picked up a box of juice shaking it up as Copia did the same, poking the straw into the hole you held up your box.
"Cheers."
"Cheers, tesoro."
With a soft tap of the boxes you sipped from the straws, opening one of the little packaged cakes you held it up to his lips, Copia doing the same holding the little tasty treat to your lips. it was hard not to smile as you took a bite of the offered treat enjoying the feeling of the stiff chocolate cracking under your teeth and the taste of the cream filling on your tongue. Copias eyes went huge as some of it fell onto your chest, you wiped it up and licked it off your finger. it was only then you saw the intent stare he had, had on the drop, a devious smile came to your lips as you took the cake and tilted it with a little squeeze another drop of the cream hit your chest.
"Oopsie silly me."
"Yes, silly you indeed dolce."
Copia chuckled leaning in to lock his sweet lips with your own, you had forgotten just how soft they were, those sweet soft lips kissed down your jaw and even lower pausing to suck at your jugular, the move getting a soft moan from you Copia sank lower his tongue licking along your soft skin collecting the spilled cream.
Your fingers slid up into the hair on the back of his head as his tongue lavished your skin sinking it between your breasts as far as he could.
"Oh, Copia" The words came out in a pleased sigh you aren't sure if you laid back or if he pushed you back, all you knew was that your back was now against the cool blanket below and he was on top of you now your legs moving to rest over his hips.
You gave a soft breathly moan of his name as his tongue sank between your breasts once again sliding it from there all the way to your ear the lobe being taken between his teeth.
Your breath hitched in your throat as your hands traveled along his back sliding over his love handles down to the front of his red sweatpants. Copia gave a breathly moan against your ear as your hand ran along the arch in his pants, you couldn't deny the spark you felt when he touched you, and when you touched him, his lips found yours again as you both sank back into sensory bliss as they moved together. Feeling his tongue poke at your bottom lip you parted yours inviting him in to claim what was now his, you whimpered with need into the liplock which finally broke when both of your lungs were crying for air a thin string of spittle connecting your tongues for only mere seconds.
He wanted you.... he wanted you so damn bad but he didn't have any protection with him and he wasn't about to ask if you had brought any condoms on your business meeting with Secondo. For now, he would just let his weepy cock suffer however you had other plans as you pushed both his pants and boxers low enough to let the Cardinals cock fall free into the cool air.
"I..I..I...I don't have any condoms on me car-ah!-." Copia gasped as your hand wrapped around his need his hips giving a buck pushing his cock through your fist until your pinky pressed against the fine hairs of his pubic area.
"Again." Your voice was soft and lusty watching as his cock head vanished into your fist only to reappear with a shudder of a moan from its owner, after urging him on again Copia was fucking your fist moaning and making small pitiful noises as he thrust into the warm embrace of your fist. You were enjoying yourself watching and hearing the sounds of pleasure fall past your Cardinal's lips.
"Tesoro I...I'm I can't-." Copia gasped while you lifted your head up to his ear to whisper.
"Cum for me amore." That was all it took as his hips sped up, moving erratically until he finally spilled his seed in thick warm ropes across your belly his load slowly seeping into your dress. Copia collapsed atop you his head resting in the crook of your neck you opened your mouth about to speak however the only thing that came out was a staggered moan as you felt fingers brush over your clothed sex. "Don't think you are getting away unscathed sorella," Copia whispered into your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine, as your Cardinal sank lower along your body his hands pushing up the skirt of that little black dress he didn't stop until he was face to face with your clothed pussy. You squeaked in surprise as he pressed his face against your panties you could feel the point of his nose press over your clit as he breathed you in.
"The sweetest of scents." His gloved fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties pulling them down until he was greeted with your slick, you barely had time to say a word before the Cardinal licked his lips and set in on his meal, you. Lucifer below you never knew how talented that tongue of his was, Copia had your back arching against the ground below. Your back fell back to the blanketed earth as your hips arched up against his face. Copia gave a soft growl against your sensitive flesh as his hands moved to your hips pinning them down, holding them still as he ate you slurping your wetness in like a man stranded in the desert would fresh water.
Your Cardinal moved to your pleasure bud taking the little bundle of nerves between his lips suckling softly tongue rolling against it from side to side. Your head fell back as you called out his name hips trying to arch again however his stronghold kept them pinned. His name was chanted from your lips as his tongue lashes became more desperate, Copia greedily ate you out bringing you to your peak not once nor twice but a total of three times you unraveled below him, the Cardinal felt a little power trip each time you came and called out for him.
After your fourth orgasm, your entire body went limp against the blanket. "Oh Satan have mercy." You gasped breathlessly feeling the tip of his tongue flick at your oversensitive clit, you caught his head between your thighs the move getting a laugh. Copia slipped your panties back up as he crawled up to lay beside you his arm wrapping around you and pulling you back against him, you were unsure of where all this bravery of his came from but fuck you loved it. You were content just laying there listening as Copia's breathing started to calm against the back of your neck. It was then that you felt a wet drop hit you, blinking you looked up at the sky as another drop fell.
"It's starting to rain."
Copia looking up got hit in his white eye. "Ah shit," He stood and helped you up grabbing the blanket before it could get too wet. You both hopped into the back seat of his car right as the rain started to pour accompanied by a low rumble of thunder, sharing a little laugh you both snuggled in to rest falling asleep together in the back of the car after an eventful day and night.
--To be continued--
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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to.
Rated: E
F/M
Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader
Cardinal Copia x F!Reader
Chapter 5: What a surprise
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Secondo stood outside of his office door his hand hovering over the knob the words of his brother echoing in his mind sweet Lucifer he hated this he felt like he wasn't in control and that he didn't know exactly what would happen next, not having control was the worst feeling for him, finally he opened the door.
You looked up from your folders and papers standing up to greet him. "Is everything okay Sir?." You asked his cold stare on you the look making you slowly sit back down, you watched as Secondo headed back to his desk taking his seat. "Cara Mia, please come here." Standing from your desk you crossed the room standing in front of his desk hands clasped in front of yourself. "Yes Sir?."
Secondo watched you silently making you feel a little on edge, "Sir?."
"This weekend you will accompany me out." He spoke his voice sounding characteristically unstable which made you arch a brow in confusion.
"Accompa-."
"It's business." He lied threw his teeth, you still looked confused but nodded slowly. "O-Okay?."
"That is all sorella."
Nodding still weirded out by the suddenness of this weekend's business, either way, it would be time away from the Ministry out and about. Your attention went back to your work sorting and stamping the stamp having Secondo's signature on it to make things move quicker. The day seemed to move quicker, thank Lucifer that it did you still felt weird about Secondo's words when was the last time that any of the Papa's conducted business outside of the Ministry? As the day came to a close you stood outside as Secondo locked his office door his attention turning to you.
"I look forward to this weekend sorella." His hand creased your cheek leather clad thumb rubbing over your bottom lip your eyes looking up into that cold intense stare he always seemed to have that always made you feel so tiny and helpless and you hated the fact it made the little pit in your stomach start to burn as your cheeks gained a hint of pink. Secondo seemed to notice this and flashed one of his award-winning smirks. "On second thought Sorella, why not stop by my room, for a drink sì?." Those gloved fingers of his ran down along the column of your neck that smirk turning into a grin feeling your throat bounce with a swallow, head nodding unconsciously. "A drink sounds nice after a long day of work." You replied with a sweet smile as Secondo rested a hand on your lower back directing you toward his room.
From around one of the corners, Copia peeked watching as Secondo walked with you something new stirred inside of him, jealousy? was he jealous that Secondo had you all day and now probably all night? with hands shoved into his pockets, the Cardinal walked away back to his dorm room you were his best friend he should get more time with you damn it, in his mind he marched to Secondo's room and kicked open the door swept you off your feet carrying you away. In reality, though he plopped down and continued his save file on Driving Miss Daisy a bowl of melting gelato beside him.
Back in Secondo's room drinks had been forgotten the Emeritus had you pinned against the wall chest to chest his hands gripping your naked ass holding you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck his strong hips crashing into yours, condom covered cock abusing your pussy with each slam. Secondo smothered his face into your neck covering your skin in a smudgy mix of his paint and saliva. "S-Sec-Secondo!- I- I'm so close!." You gasped out. "sì sì cum for me little lamb." He panted into your ear between the angle of Secondo's thrusts and his words it all pushed you over the edge your body letting loose an orgasm that left you shaking. "Oh Cara Mia, we are just getting started." The Emeritus hummed pulling out of you and moving you to the couch giving you a shove and making you fall over the arm.
"Hey what was that-!." You gasped silently as his hand came down to rest against the back of your neck holding you down against the cushions his free hand moved to grab the base of his cock moving the organ to tap against your hard swollen clit twice before tracing your slit. Looking forward you saw a body-length mirror you could see the wild look in those mismatched eyes, the hunger the look of pure pleasure on his face as he slammed into you entirely making you scream against the cushions you watched yourself get fucked by this devil of a man. 'Fuck' was chanted from your lips each time his hips slammed into you, Secondo holding you down was setting your core a blaze soon you both came together bodies shaking as you both reached your ends the Emeritus pulled out of you his hand being pulled away from your neck as he went to dispose of the condom.
When he returned you were slipping your clothes back on and gathering your things.
"Cara, what are you doing?."
"Getting ready to leave."
He stared at you for a good moment, oh yeah whenever you and he had your little romps you left or he told you to leave. "Unno- you could stay?.. if you. want?." Secondo spoke his voice sounding uncharacteristically unsure and slow-spoken, Your brow arched at the Emeritus as he leaned against the door frame to his bedroom or as he liked to call it his 'bed chamber'. Secondo was delighted when you slowly put your things down. "Okay- sure I suppose?." Taking a seat on the couch again Secondo tilted his head.
"Dolcezza, what are you doing?."
"Laying down for bed?."
"No no no, you shall sleep in Il mio letto with me." You arched a brow confused.
"My bed with me."
"Oh!." Your face gained a hue of red. "Yes, I'd like that." Standing from the couch you headed towards his room however a hand held out stopped you from entering you looked up at him huffy what in the seven hells was up with this man?
"Mia cara clothes do not belong in the bed."
That red on your face grew darker and even more so at his next word.
"Strip, then join me." Turning away from you he headed to the connected bathroom to clean his face of paint, pressing your lips together in a thin line you started to do just that folding and setting your clothes aside along with all your rings and grucifix necklace. When Secondo came back from the bathroom with a clean face you had to stare he always looked so different with no holy paint on a pleased look crossing his face seeing you bare without a word he climbed into his bed the covers being lifted for you this still felt a little weird, to intimate none the less you slipped into bed your back to his chest.
A breath was sucked in through your nose as he laid an arm over you curling around your waist to bring you closer his nose nestled in your hair your face growing warm as you felt his cock against you the organ half hard. "The things you do to me." His tired gruff voice whispered against your ear sending shivers down your spine, there was something about having his strong naked body pressed up against yours and the possessive hold he had on you. Your mind went blank your hair was moved from your neck a kiss was pressed there the kiss was followed by an eager tongue that followed your life vein, his movements were slow and tender Secondo's hand drifted down along your naked body until it rested between your legs his skilled fingers finding your clit making you gasp his name.
A grin curved its way onto his face now this he could do, he could be in control Secondo's clean face smothered into your neck as his pointer and middle fingers slipped inside of you arching up making your hips arch back making to ass press against his now erect cock his fingers moving slowly inside of you at first then speeding up to bring you to another orgasm. Just when you thought he was done Secondo pushed his hips forward rubbing his cock against your wet lips. "Squeeze my cock with your thighs baby." 'Baby' the word made your heart flutter as you dod as he asked squeezing your thighs closed and making the Emeritus gasp his hips bucking before finding a rhythm fucking your thighs while his hands wandered along your body until one took claim to your neck making you look him in the eyes his other rolled your clit overstimulating your poor body.
A kiss is pressed to your lips as you both cum together his seed decorating your sex and thighs. Once you both had come down from your highs Secondo changed the sheets and blankets, cleaning yourselves up which turned into a quickie in the shower by the time you both hit the bed you were exhausted, this time you faced each other soft kisses being shared you never knew a side like this could exist within this man one last lip-smacking kiss and the two of you fell asleep.
You were awoken by the sound of an alarm that was not yours the room was still dark aside from the few little rays of morning sunlight that managed to get past the black-out curtains grumbling to turn into the warm body that was next to you as a heavy hand turned the alarm off. "Buongiorno." Secondo's groggy voice spoke a hand rubbing one of his eyes watching as you sat up seeing a few bruises from the night before decorating your skin, a mark. "We have to get ready." You yawned your voice groggy. "Wait- fuck I don't have any clothes here aside from-."
You looked at yesterday's clothing.
"Could always dress in mine sorella." The Emeritus smirked as he stood up.
"Please, I would vanish in your clothes." He shrugged before getting washed up, you following redressing in yesterday's clothes as much as you hated it you couldn't exactly run around the Ministry naked. He left first and then you after a few minutes had passed so things wouldn't look too obvious that was when you saw Copia, smiling you rushed past a few siblings to catch up with the Cardinal.
"Hey, you!." You greeted him with a smile, one that he returned after his initial shock and nonsensical noises. "B-Buongiorno sister!" He greeted back trying hard to keep calm, cool, and collected so you wouldn't notice the light dusting of red on his cheeks as you walked together.
"I heard Papa is coming back from his tour today."
"Sì Sì he is, it won't be as quiet around here when Terzo gets back." You chuckled shaking your head.
"Oh come on he's not that bad- well okay maybe he is but hey the quietness will be gone." You tried to sound optimistic though you both knew as soon as Terzo got back he would bring all his dramatics with him. Copia looked at you from the corner of his eye trying to figure out how you were so- calm knowing that just a few days ago he was- inside you and you calling out his name, the thoughts hit that man like a ton of bricks his biretta being pulled from atop his head and held in front of him attempting to hide his shame while he walked with you silently. You tapped his arm almost sending the cardinal into a heart attack his eyes wide.
You arched a brow chuckling. "You're jumpy today, anyway this is where we have to part ways." Copia watched as you nodded to Secondo's office. "Ah!, sì sì sì of course of course I will see you, later at lunch yes?."
You giggled which made his face redder. "Of course Copia, you better hurry you know how Sister hates to be kept waiting." The Cardinal nodded watching as you vanished into the office a sign passing his lips. "See you... mi amore." Copia whispered staring at the door for a few minutes longer before heading off, stopping by the restroom first to take care of himself the last thing he needed was for Sister to see him with a boner.
Getting into the restroom he hurried to one of the back stalls closing and locking it quickly he couldn't waste any time in fear that one of the siblings could walk in hiking the bottom of his cassock up to his midsection gloved hands unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper one glove being pulled off. Taking a seat on the toilet, spitting into his non gloved hand before wrapping it around his erection mismatched eyes closing as he pumped his fist along his length picturing that it was your hand jerking him off.
Copia's mind fell back to that night where you'd 'helped him' how your throat felt, your tongue-. The Cardinal paused in mid-stroke as he heard the door open a couple of siblings talking about the return of Papa, Copia rolled his eyes as he grabbed his biretta biting down on it as he jerked himself quicker he could just picture you there on his lap bouncing on his dick your lovely cries of pleasure, the feel of your weight coming down onto his lap the bounce of your beautiful tits biting harder he came, his seed landing on the floor.
Once he got his bearings Copia cleaned up his mess and fixed himself up his making himself presentable before leaving and heading to Nihil's office to start his duties for him and Sister, the Cardinal was confused upon opening the door seeing Nihil, Sister Imperator, Primo and Sister Gemma all together. "Ah- hello there?." Copia spoke as Imperator turned around clapping her hands together. "Cardinal just in time! we have some excellent news, now we are waiting on only one other-." There was a knock at the door. "Ah!, shes here!." All turned to the door it was none other than- you, you walked into the door seeing all the eyes on you. "Hi?." You squeaked out coming to stand next to Copia who stood a bit straighter looking back to the group.
"You called for me Sister?." You asked giving a smile and waving at Primo who waved back. "Yes, I did you see." Imperator motioned towards Gemma. "It finally happened, Sister Gemma is with child." Both Primo and Nihil's chests puffed in pride, Nihil the fact his son knocked his Prime Mover up and Primo because he'd finally have his own little one running around, he'd save his worries for another day this day was one for celebration Primo took Gemma's hand in his a kiss pressed to her knuckles looking lovingly at her Primo's free hand resting on her midsection. "And that is why I called you in Sister," Imperator spoke her hands resting behind her back. "I am assigning you to Sister Gemma to assist her throughout her pregnancy."
You were shocked it took you a minute to find your words.
"What about Secondo?."
"He's a big boy, he can do his paperwork, now that things have slowed down a little." That meant you would be apart from him for quite some time you would be moved to the East Wing dorms, Gemma parted from Primo moving to take your hands in her own. "Sister, I appreciate this as I appreciate you and trust you the most I am excited to have you by our sides." You couldn't help but smile Gemma was always so nice even when you were a kid the amount of scrapes knees and arms she's kissed and made better was uncountable, Sister Gemma honestly was like a real sister. You gave her hands a light squeeze. "Thank you, it is truly an honor."
"Now with that being said." Imperator started. "About your housing, since that part of the Ministry will soon be under renovations you will be rooming with the Cardinal." Both you and Copia choked on your saliva at the same time. "What?." You both spoke in unison.
--To be continued--
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dreadful need in the devotee
Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)
Rating: Mature
Tags: drunk reader, soft copia, general aching sweetness, slight horniness
Words: 1,670
Summary: Taking shots from Terzo is probably a bad idea, right? The cardinal helps take care of you in the aftermath.
a/n: This is the most self indulgent thing I have ever written. Reader has a thigh tattoo because I have a thigh tattoo and you know what this is absolutely about me and my needs. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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He’s never seen you like this before.
Granted, you’ve only been working at the abbey for almost five months so it’s not saying much, but he likes to think he knows you better than anyone else here. Over those five months the two of you have become close, particularly after Imperator directed him to assist you in your quest to curate the abbey’s art collection. It’s a daunting task, but your enthusiasm for the subject was infectious, as was the bright grin that always graced your features whenever you made some new, exciting discovery. Before you, he barely interacted with anyone else apart from his fratelli and Sister Imperator, and your presence has felt like a refreshing rain storm after a long stretch of sweltering, oppressive loneliness. He’s invigorated by you and your anxious energy, as if you emanate some sort of force field that draws him in.
Perhaps drawing him in in more ways than one.
Copia shakes off the thought and sets down his glass of chianti, returning his attention to what you are currently occupied with. Terzo has just passed you a shot of something dangerous Copia suspects comes from the Ministry’s own stills and you, having completely shaken off your mantle of shyness, accept with aplomb. Copia winces as you down the concoction, mirroring the slight gagging motion you make. He knows the stuff all too well, thanks to Terzo in their youth. Secondo roars with laughter behind him, two siblings clinging to his sides, while Primo sits in the corner smiling and shaking his head. You perform a deep, if wobbly, curtsy, an electric grin twisting your flushed cheeks. When Terzo pulls you in for an intimate side hug to murmur something in your ear as siblings around you laugh and cheer, a bubble of jealousy surfaces in Copia’s belly. Whatever Terzo says to you makes you blush deeper and roll your eyes, shoving him away as he laughs jovially.
What he wouldn’t give to make you blush like that for him.
Copia, mood slightly soured, turns to leave the area when in an instant, you are by his side.
“Cardinale,” you say, swaying slightly towards him with bright eyes. “Are you leaving?”
He reaches backwards to a bookshelf where he had placed his biretta and favors you with a soft, apologetic smile.
“Eh, sì. I think it’s time.”
For a moment you look devastated, then in a moment of panicked clarity, you place a hand on his arm.
“Me too,” you whisper conspiratorially. “Please get me out of here before Terzo gives me another one of those shots, that shit almost killed me.”
Your hushed confession makes him chuckle and before he can respond, you’re ushering him out of the room with your hand on the small of his back, making the tips of his ears turn pink. Once the two of you finally escape out the door and down the hall, you let out a dramatic heaving sigh and collapse against the cool stone wall.
“Cardinal,” you say, eyes focused on something over his shoulder.
“Sì, mia cara?” He chances the endearment he’s been dying to gift upon you from the moment you met.
You refocus back on him at his words and oh, the way your cheeks flush all the way across your chest. Take that, Terzo, Copia thinks triumphantly.
“Take me back to my rooms? I…don’t think I can find my way.”
He grins slightly and nods as you link your arm with his and he guides you further down the hall. Your journey up several flights of stairs and down several more hallways is quiet, punctuated by the occasional loud hiccup from you. He knows that silence from you all too well now - you’re contemplating something. You absentmindedly rub at the red wool of his sleeve with your thumb and more than once, you lean into him as if you’re about to say something.
But you remain silent.
When the two of you reach your rooms, you let out a dramatic sigh and turn to him with a pout.
“Help me,” you whine, gripping his sleeves and dragging him towards the door.
“Sì, sì, I will help you. Ah…keys?”
You fumble around with the small jeweled crossbody bag you brought to the party, doing a concerning amount of rummaging for such a small capacity item. Finally you emerge triumphant, presenting your room keys to him with a flourish. Delicately, he removes them from the tangle of your fingers and opens the door. You push past him only slightly in your eagerness to be inside the comfort of your own rooms, and the first thing you do is remove the heels you’ve worn for the evening, violently flinging them across the room. He winces as he hears something crash and fall.
“I was not built for that shit,” you grouse, now stomping barefoot into the center of the room, where you stand and sway for several minutes.
“Eh, bed?” Copia provides helpfully, gesturing to the closed door on his right.
“Damn straight,” you announce, stumbling slightly over to the door and opening it.
Copia’s been in your quarters before. After checking in on you one night and finding you crying and homesick, you had let him in and the two of you bonded on your couch about the inherent loneliness of the abbey. That was the first time you had hugged him, a deep crushing thing filled with so much emotion it nearly made him faint. He didn’t wash that cassock for a week after that, too content to smell your perfume on it til it faded to nothingness. He has not, however, been in your bedroom.
He follows you in and takes in the surroundings - it’s a decent size, with a queen bed in the center and a dark wooden dresser. The first thing he notices is the walls are covered in art - no surprise there - and he smiles at the subject matter. Devils, witches, and temptresses decorate ornate frames you had likely found in various storage rooms in the abbey. He may make a sister of sin out of you yet. He’s so lost in his thoughts that for a moment he doesn’t notice how you move to strip down in front of him. When he sees you begin to slide the straps of your dress down he starts with an exclamatory noise.
“Cara!” he shouts hoarsely, causing you to jump. “Not here!”
You look confused for a moment before he looks around behind him and spots a black sleep chemise crumpled on the duvet. He grabs it and thrusts it into your hands before ushering you into the adjacent bathroom. You don’t protest, but Copia does spot the mischievous curl of your lips as you shut the door behind you. When you have been safely secured away from his gaze he returns his attention to the room. Shuffling over to your dresser he begins to pick up and study the tchotchkes you have collected - various pointed crystal towers, a little ceramic pig, some kind of small animal skull, and – oh. Your perfume sits innocently amidst the clutter, the decorative bottle calling to him. Copia looks over his shoulder before picking it up and inhaling deep. He bolsters himself so he doesn’t collapse against the foot of your bed, but he feels almost as intoxicated as you are upon smelling its contents. He’s ashamed to admit how much it affects him, once again glancing over his shoulder as he adjusts himself through the abundant material of his cassock. Copia does not wear deviancy as easily as Terzo. He’s about to chastise himself for being a pervert when your bathroom door flies open. When he turns to see you, he exhales shakily.
Maybe he should have grabbed different pajamas.
You strut out towards him, the silk of your nightgown shining in the low light of the room, and give him what can only be described as a sultry look before flinging yourself on the duvet. His throat is dry as he regards you reclining on the material, writhing slightly in an attempt to get cozy, causing his thoughts to wander and darken. When you finally get comfortable, you look up at him from under your lashes and he turns slightly to hide the hardening of his cock. Your movements have caused the hem of your chemise to ride up your body, exposing the meat of your thigh and the large tattoo there to his gaze.
He didn’t even know you had a tattoo there.
“Eh, goodnight.” He moves to make a rapid exit from your bedroom but you grab his sleeve with impressive speed, pulling him back to sit next to you on the bed. Copia knows his cheeks are violently red as you take his gloved hand in yours and squeeze it. He looks at you askance and practically melts at the soft way you regard him.
“Il mio cardinale,” you murmur, and before he can say anything you’ve brought his hand to your mouth, kissing the gloved knuckles in an echo of the way he introduced himself to you all those months ago. All he can bring himself to do is nod and you smile warmly at him, looking more sober now than you have all evening.
“You’re always so good to me.” you say simply, making his heart swell.
“You’re easy to be good to,” Copia manages to whisper in response. The gleam in your eyes makes him feel exhilarated. Brave. The boldness you have inspired causes him to lean down and softly kiss your forehead, lips lingering on your skin.
“Buona notte, cara.”
He moves to pull away but you’ve got your hand on his cheek in an instant, brushing your lips to the point of his neatly trimmed sideburns.
“Buona notte, Copia.”
When he finally brings himself to leave your bedroom, and then your quarters, he is bursting with radiant light. He wants to sing, to scream, to cry all at once.
Take that, Terzo, indeed.
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bound by lace | cardinal copia x f!reader
summary: after mercilessly teasing you at papa’s birthday dinner, the cardinal can't have you sneaking away from him.
content: 2.8k words, f!reader, dom!cardinal, panty-sniffing, public boners, (semi) public sex, spanking, gagging, mild degradation, praise, rough sex, white suit copia, he’s a bit of a pervert here, they're established, 18+ MDNI
This is what happens when @leezlelatch tells me to write a "short" warmup drabble – I spend two days writing purely self-indulgent filth. You should also check out her fic!
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By now you’re certain that he’s not wearing any underwear.
You’ve been watching the Cardinal for a few minutes now as he’s palming himself under the table, a black-gloved hand massaging his cock that’s trapped by the tight fabric of his white suit. He can’t take his eyes off of you, his head turned into your direction to make sure you know exactly what or who he’s thinking about.
You regret that you let him have a say in the seating arrangements. The round tables have been spread out in the courtyard to allow enough space for Papa’s private circle to celebrate his birthday with an opulent outdoor dinner party. As Papa’s personal assistant it would be considered impertinent of you to disappear from the party until dinner is officially over and he knows it. His own position allows the Cardinal a seat at the table with Papa himself whom he entertains from time to time but does not seem to actually listen to. The way your seats are angled gives you a prime view of the Cardinal’s lap – and his stiff cock.
No one else is privy to his actions, distracted by rosemary-marinated steaks and casual conversation. You, however, have been shifting in your seat ever since he started his performance. After not having seen him all day you’ve been plagued by indecent thoughts about his body. He’s been ignoring all of your desperate texts – only to show up in the tight white suit that he knows has your brain shutting down on sight. It’s a game for him, really, and with every flick of his wrist, his smirk only grows wider.
Conversation at your own table flows easily. Instead of participating you’re trying to grind at the edge of the chair for at least some friction, rubbing your thighs together as inconspicuously as possible. The Cardinal’s brows pull together when he sees this, his hand tightly gripping his erection, giving you a little show as he pushes his hips into his hand. You fight the urge to moan at the sight, wriggling on your chair until by accident your panties catch, slipping down your hips by just an inch.
You shift again and again until the fabric fully slides down your ass. Hidden by the white tablecloth, you hike up your skirts, then pull your already dripping underwear down and bunch it up in your fist. When he turns his head to observe your miserable hip-wiggles again, you risk throwing the lacy bundle in his direction from under the table. They land right next to his white leather shoe, the wet patch resting on its pointy tip where anyone could see them if they knew what to look for. His gaze drops down and at the realisation of what exactly you gifted him his eyes widen. Two can play this game, Cardinal.
You watch with a suppressed giggle as he drops his napkin with a loud whoops and picks it up, hooking his gloved pinkie into your panties. Hidden behind the heavy white fabric that is stained with black lipstick marks he brings them to his face, stopping right underneath his beautiful straight nose. Your eyes widen as he pretends to clean his mouth, taking a deep breath through your underwear that has his chest rising and falling heavily in his tight suit. He catches your eyes just after his exhale and grins at your shocked expression. While he brings the napkin back to rest beside his empty plate, the panties fall into his lap. You can see his hard cock twitching at the contact, straining the unforgiving material of his pants in a way that looks more painful the harder he gets.
You hear a deep cough and look back to his face, his smirk pulling the corners of his mouth up to emphasise the delicious blush that has now spread over his freckled cheeks. He’s so very handsome, so very aware of his effect on you. Almost sensually, he trails his fingers from his belly down to his groin, hiding the panties in his hand and rubbing them over his cock. His eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh as he drags them over his bulge again and again. When he finally pushes them into his pocket, they leave a wet stain running along the seam of his crotch.
It’s enough. You can’t keep sitting here watching him while you drip into your dress. Fleeing the scene seems safe – he would not dare to stand up now, showing a whole table of Papas and Sister what’s going on in his pants. As soon as his attention leaves you momentarily, you slip away with an excuse to use the bathroom. For a few seconds you hurry down the cool hallways, the skirt of your dress billowing behind you and allowing a gentle breeze to caress your inner thighs. You have to stop and think to locate the nearest bathroom, but you’re not even close when you hear rapid footsteps behind you, flat heels clicking familiarly on old stone tiles.
You don’t even have enough time to turn around before he’s pulling you into his chest, stifling your surprised scream with his gloved hand. His erection is poking into your ass and he rolls his hips against you, practically humping you from behind.
“You think you can run away after this little show, rattino?” he murmurs. “Leave me sitting there in pain while you sneak away to steal your pleasure from me?”
You can’t help but moan against his fingers. With his arm slung around your waist, he drags you a few steps down the hall, his fingers on your mouth now sliding between your lips and pressing down on your tongue. Impatiently, he pushes you into an alcove that houses an expensive bronze statue based on the Lupa Capitolina. Only instead of a she-wolf the metal was molded into a three-headed hellhound nursing her puppies.
When you start to suck on his fingers, desperate for his attention now, he immediately pulls them out and tuts. “You don’t get to taste me, rattino, not even the leather on my hands.”
His tone draws a pathetic whimper from your mouth. The Cardinal has no mercy. With one hand digging into the meat of your hips, he holds you in place before you can feel the fingers of his other hand sprawling out on your back. For a moment he gently caresses your spine but then he suddenly pushes, bending you over the statue while grinding his hips into yours. You both moan at the feeling, the sound reverberating in the hallway at an alarming volume.
“They’re going to come looking for us,” you whisper. “Please, can we go somewhere else?”
“No no no, I won’t let you run again. You better be quiet, sorella, I know how loud you can get.” You can feel his hand moving between your bodies, fiddling with his pants. “So naughty, throwing your underwear at your Cardinal, teasing him like this in front of our Papa. You were not worried anyone would notice then, no? Did you want to embarrass me?”
You shake your head and rest your warm cheek on the cool metal of the statue.
“Words, rattino, or I will leave you bent over here for the rest of the night.”
You swallow uncomfortably. “No, Cardinal, I did not want to embarrass you. I’m sorry.”
“Hmm, you are, eh?” He starts to rut again, his hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks through the soft fabric of your dress. “Tell me why you did it, dolcezza, and maybe I will reward you for your courage.”
“I wanted to tease you back,” you admit. “Seeing you so hard for me was torture. You tortured me with your tight suit and your– your cock.”
He chuckles at your silly outburst. “You are not very patient, amore. Do you not trust me to take care of you in due time?”
“I need you. I needed you all day.”
He gives a melodic hum as he runs his hand from your back down to your ass, hiking your skirts up until you can feel the cool air against your bare cheeks. “That is a good reason, dolcezza. I will allow it for today.”
His sudden need to converse with you is slowly driving you insane. You push back into him, trying to get him to move, but all he does is grip your hips as tight as he can while his other hand rains down on your butt in a hard slap. The impact echoes loudly in the hollow alcove and you yelp, holding onto the neck of the hound to avoid sliding off its back.
“Ah, I did not say there would be no punishment.”
“’s too loud,” you whine.
“You’re right, I think I should fill that big mouth of yours, rattino.” He chuckles deviously. “And lucky for me you gave me the perfect thing.”
He pulls away to the point where you can’t feel him anymore and lose him in your peripheral vision. But before you can complain he roughly shoves your panties into your mouth. You can feel the cold wet patch against your tongue, the fabric quickly soaking up your spit.
“You know what our sign is, amore, yes?” he asks softly. You dutifully tap your fingers against the metal of the statue three times. “Brava ragazza. Now I will not hear another sound from you until you have received your punishment, okie dokie? I think five more will do.”
You nod and he gently runs his gloved hand over your ass, caressing the spot he just hit.
“You already had numero uno and since your mouth is ugh… occupied… this time I will count them for you, yes?” He gives you one more soft caress and then his hand comes down again, lower this time, the sound barely muffled by the leather of his gloves. It doesn’t hurt as much as his bare hands and yet you feel the sting so clearly that you bite into your makeshift gag. “Due.”
After this, he switches hands, his weaker left palm meeting your ass with slightly less force. Despite being in a more sequestered area of the abbey, you fell incredibly exposed and it only adds to the wild cocktail of pleasure and pain.
“Tre.”
A short break in which he soothes your skin with the soft leather. He gives you no warning before he strikes you two times in quick succession and you fight off a whimper by biting harder into the fabric in your mouth. No sounds, he’d said. He rewards you with an appreciative hum.
“Quattro e cinque.” Again, he soothes your skin, using his other hand to tickle your thigh. “You are doing so good, dolcezza, such a good little rat for your Cardinal. Just one more now.”
For the last one, he uses his right hand again. It’s the heaviest blow, aimed so low that you can feel the impact in your throbbing cunt as you slide further up the statue.
“Sei.”
You exhale through your nose and close your eyes, revelling in the burning sensation of your skin and the pleasure that’s pooling into your core.
“You know, this color is even more beautiful than your blush when I rubbed your panties over my cock,” the Cardinal says behind you with a chuckle and then you feel his lips on your ass. He presses a few gentle kisses to your abused skin, soothing with his tongue. His mouth travels all the way up to your lower back until he’s stopped by your dress. “Are you ready for me now, dolcezza? You are dripping all over your thighs.”
You whimper desperately at his words. He’s been avoiding your pussy on purpose but now you can feel his finger probing at your slick entrance, spreading out your arousal. A soft hum of relief leaves you at the contact, the sound of his zipper filling your ears like a choir of angels singing their heavenly praise.
He wastes no more time, slowly easing himself into your drenched cunt. After the long wait, the stretch feels so good that your eyelids flutter closed. For all his teasing, he must have been on edge as well because once he bottoms out, a strangled groan bubbles from his chest and his fingers dig into your hips with a bruising intensity.
“So good,” he whispers. “So f-fucking good, amore. Cazzo.”
And then he starts to move. The first thrust sends you flying halfway across the statue and you wrap your arms around its belly, chafing your finger on one of the edges. The Cardinal doesn’t stop, just pulls your hips back and slams himself into you again. You keen, muffled by the gag, but in your ears the pathetic noises you release and your skin slapping together resound so loudly that you’re sure the whole abbey can hear. He proceeds to roughly fuck into you with no regards for volume, the angle just right so he hits you where you need him. With all the pent-up desire for him you approach your climax fast and hard and you stop caring as you try to hold yourself steady as best as you can.
You’re right at the precipice, dangling so close to the edge when the Cardinal suddenly stops. It’s only then that you hear the clattering of heeled footsteps in the distance. You can almost see Sister yelling at you, the most embarrassing images flashing before your eyes, but with every passing second the sounds fade out more and more. You immediately push yourself back, wriggling as much as you can from your cramped position to get him to hurry up.
“Shhhhh.” He slowly rocks into you again, dragging the tip of his cock along your sensitive walls. “We will not rush this, dolcezza, no. I want you to feel every bit of it.”
Carefully, his speed picks back up, insistent hips rolling against your ass until he rediscovers his previous rhythm. With your moans stifled by your panties, the only outlet for your growing pleasure is your tight grip on the statue’s tits. The Cardinal must be close as well because soon he falters, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he clumsily slides his hand down to fumble with your clit. It’s all you need to fall. When you come, pleasure spreads over your body like liquid fire. You clench tightly around him and with a strangled moan he spills into you, twitching and shivering into his last few strokes.
For a moment, you stay exactly like that, stuck in the quiet afterglow with only your laboured breathing as evidence. The Cardinal lets you recuperate briefly after he pulls out, his hands soothing the skin of your hips that he gripped so tightly at the height of his pleasure.
“You did so well, amore, so well. Your Cardinal is so proud of you,” he whispers when he leans down to remove the panties from your mouth. “You are okay? Not too much?”
With your eyes still closed, you hum happily and rest your forehead against the cool metal, wetting your dry lips. He lets the fabric of your dress slide back over your tender backside and you whimper at the delicious pain. As you open your eyes to see him moving into your peripheral vision, he gives you an apologetic smile that you can’t help but return.
“We should go back, amore,” he finally says, tucking his softening dick back into his still wet pants. “I think they will be serving dessert soon and I really want the strawberry cake.”
“I don’t know if I can sit anymore,” you mumble, righting yourself on shaky knees. You can feel his seed dripping out of you immediately. He won’t give you the panties to clean yourself but pushes them back into his pocket.
“Maybe you have to sit on my lap for the rest of the evening,” he says, gently kissing your temple as he pulls you close. “Or kneel under my table hehe.”
You playfully push against his chest. “You know Papa hates it when we do PDA. He says we’re obnoxious.”
“Well, I hate it when he sits on my desk and messes up my papers and he does it all the time anyway.”
His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, brushes a strand of hair from your eyes. Up close you see all of his flushed, freckled face, his black eye make-up smudged into sweaty streaks. You wipe at his messed up lipstick but all he does is lean in to press a soft kiss to your lips. Finally tasting him is all the reward you need and you sigh, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue is gentle as it greets yours and when he breaks away, he smiles at you more fondly than ever.
“You know, we could steal some of the cake from the kitchens and just dip…” you propose, pressing a few kisses along his jaw.
His smile widens. “You always have the best ideas, amore.”
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡
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Mistletoe’d: Papa Emeritus III x F Reader
“Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (coming soon!)
**WARNING - NSFW CONTENT - MDNI**
Summary: After the Ministry Christmas party, you join Terzo in his bedchamber for some festive activities.
CW/Tags: characters drinking alcohol, established relationship, clothed female nude male, blowjob, penetrative sex (P in V), condom use, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face fucking
Word Count: 4381
Available on AO3! Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia
Author’s Note: This is the third day of the four-part series XXXmas at the Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia - please read their works too!
Happy Hornidays! ❄️
xoxo, the Naughty Ghulehs 💋
Primo | Secondo | Copia
A HUGE thank you to AlexandrMcQueer on Twitter for the accompanying artwork! Check out the full NSFW version on her account.
Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.
But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.
Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.
Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.
“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.
“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”
That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.
Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.
Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.
The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.
Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.
“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.
“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.
He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”
He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.
As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.
“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.
“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”
“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.
You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.
Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”
The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.
“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”
“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.
“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.
He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.
“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”
“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”
You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.
He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”
You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.
“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.
“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”
“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”
“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.
“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.
You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.
“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.
“It’s nothing,” you murmured.
“Come on - spill!”
“Well, Terzo and I -”
“Terzo?” said another.
“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.
“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”
“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.
“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.
“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”
You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.
You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.
You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —
What was that?
He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.
“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”
His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”
“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.
“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”
You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”
“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”
“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.
He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.
“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.
“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.
You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.
“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.
You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.
“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.
He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.
You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.
Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.
He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.
Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK
“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.
Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK
“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.
You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.
“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.
“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.
“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”
You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”
He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.
He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.
“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.
Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.
“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.
“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”
“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”
He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”
“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”
“‘Our?’”
“Shit. You know what I meant.”
He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”
Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”
“Bottom drawer!” he called out.
Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”
“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.
“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”
“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”
“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”
“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.
“It’s just, argh!”
“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.
“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”
“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”
You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”
He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”
“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”
“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.
“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.
“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”
Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.
You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.
“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”
“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”
“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.
You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.
“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.
Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.
“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.
“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.
“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.
“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.
“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.
“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.
You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.
“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”
“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”
You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.
“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.
“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.
He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”
You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.
He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.
Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.
You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.
“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.
His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.
“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn’t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.
“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.
You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.
“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”
You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.
“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”
“There’s more?”
“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”
You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.
You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.
One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.
You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.
“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”
You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”
[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]
Italian to English Translations
(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)
tesorina (little treasure/darling)
amore (mio) ((my) love)
cazzo (fuck)
Stai zitto (Shut up)
Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)
Sorella (Sister/nun)
bella (beautiful)
Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)
merda (shit)
La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)
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