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#cardinal copia x papa emeritus iii

lilspacewolfie · 2 months

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please can i get copiiia or your lucifer devil terzo with edging & bondage & a ruined orgasm if you want to be awful to the cardinal 🥺💦 👅

A Little Mercy

Ohohoo nonny you opened a can of worms with this one! I'm not sure if this counts as a ruined, but I did my best. I also tried my hand at regular, very normal human Terzo today. I hope you like it <3

Content: 1.4k words, Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, sexual content, soft dom terzo, body worship, light-bondage, blow-jobs, teasing, blindfolds, edging, no beta we die like nihil!

“You’re so quiet, amore,” Terzo purrs from behind him, hot breath ghosting across the shell of Copia’s left ear.

Copia blinks rapidly, his eyes refocusing on Papa’s beautiful bed that’s had the pillows fluffed and the restraints lashed around the baroque headboard. When he’s back in the present, shrugging his shoulders into Terzo’s waiting hands so that the heaviest layer of his cassock can slip free, it's a little difficult not to feel self-aware.

Terzo steps into view, mid-process of folding the cassock neatly as he walks towards the foot of the bed. Copia watches the way he moves, bare hands, coat-less and oh-so-beautiful that at times he can't believe his luck. Terzo sets the cassock on the plush ottoman at the end of his bed. He then turns to approach Copia again, a tender hand rising to cup his face. Copia melts into the palm against his cheek with a sigh and a flutter of his lashes.

“I can see that you’re overthinking,” Terzo strokes a thumb over his sideburns, mismatched eyes searching his face. “We don’t have to if you are having second thoughts, sì? And I remind you again, that you can stop this at any time.”

“Sì, I know. Please,” Copia tips his head into Terzo’s hold, feeling him and breathing him in. “I want this.”

“As long as you are sure?”

“Sì. Ti prego.”

Copia watches the corner of Terzo’s mouth twitch up as those wonderfully bare fingers slowly descend, following the curve of his jaw and down his neck to the collar of his undershirt. Copia leans in for another lush kiss that he can't help but moan softly into, a hand seeking the front of Terzo’s own partially unbuttoned vestment. His pulse hammers in his throat and he bites down a whine when Terzo pulls back, his paint a touch more smeared and the centre of his mouth a bare, blushing pink. His hand curves around the back of Copia’s neck, thumb swiping over his pulse point.

“Let me take care of you, Copia, sì? Let me make you feel good.”

When Copia nods, the smile on Terzo's face spreads in a slow, alluring display that ends with sharp teeth. He leans in again, pressing a reassuring kiss between his brows.

—

“Look at you trying so hard to keep yourself composed,” Terzo says from where he’s propped up between Copia’s thighs, watching him tremble. It's all Terzo—all tease and a wicked tongue.

Copia swallows the thick lump in his throat, the purple blindfold that Terzo had tied around his eyes some time ago now having slipped down to reveal his normal brown eye. His arms are pulling in his restraints and his entire body feels strung tight from his head to his toes. They both watch the way his cock jumps against his belly, ruddy and flushed and aching to be touched.

“Ti prego, Papa. Ti pre—”

Copia chokes and arches when Terzo takes him in a loose wet fist, nearly sobbing when he doesn’t move his hand. A little bead of precum wells at the tip, dripping down the swollen head.

”My dear, sweet Cardinal,” Terzo hums, his other hand petting over the muscle of Copia’s hairy thigh, staring openly at his flushed face and the trail of reddened bites all the way down his chest and stomach. “You look so lovely. You will let me know when you are close again, sì?”

Copia turns his face, trying to get his breathing under control. His chest is rising and falling with deep breaths and his blood is singing throughout his body. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take of this sweet torture. The answer sounds something like ‘as much as Terzo will give him’. The sheets are sticking to his skin, he’s burning hot with the unrelenting desire to roll his hips that’s building in his groin. When Terzo finally does start to pulse his hand in a little tight circle from the base of his cock all the way to the head, Copia goes slack. His head thumps against the headboard on a whimper.

“P-Papa…” it’s barely above a whisper. He lets out a throaty, anguished sound when Terzo stops and removes his hand altogether.

“What was that? I didn’t hear an answer, Cardinal?”

Copia’s head lulls back in the direction of Terzo, a bead of sweat running down his nose.

“Please. I will. I will. I promise. Ti prego…”

Briefly Terzo sits up in a kneel and reaches forwards to tug the purple silk from his head, stroking his fingers across his sweaty forehead and cheek. He pushes some of Copia’s hair back and Copia chases the touch, completely at his mercy. If Terzo decides to leave him right now he would be satisfied, yet the sweet smile on Papa’s face says otherwise.

“Remember, Cardinal,” Terzo warns, his face and voice revealing nothing more about his composure, unlike the obvious dark flush that spreads all the way down his neck and chest. Copia can see the obvious bulge in his trousers, and he dimly wonders if Terzo was serious about tonight just being about him.

Any coherent thought leaves his head when Terzo situates himself between his thighs and takes him in hand again. He moans, surprising himself at the intensity of the reaction. But he’s so sensitive, so strung tight that any sort of touch makes him burn and feel like he’s falling apart. He stares openly at Terzo’s face, bleary eyes drinking in the sight of his Papa—his paint smeared and all the skin starting to show beneath, pink lips glistening with spit and slick and Copia thinks he might actually die.

His thighs go tight when Terzo presses a hand to the soft pudge of his belly, pets tenderly, and then takes him into his hot, wet mouth. He presses all the way down, nose flush with Copia’s belly before he pulls off. He does it again, lathering him, eyes holding Copia’s as he does so.

The noise Copia releases is almost animal, nails biting into his palm and arm pulling hard at the restraints around his wrists. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this game or how long his aching arms have been tied up now, but what he does know is he’s going to cum. The need rolls through him, starting deep near his spine and he can’t do anything more than watch his cock disappear into Terzo’s mouth.

“Terzo,” He manages to gasp all high and breathy, writhing as release begins to pulsate through him. Tears blur his eyes and he sobs. “T-Terzo. I… Cumming. I-I’m cumming—”

Just as the heat of orgasm washes through him and his cock kicks, at the very last calculated second Terzo pulls away completely.

He’s sure Terzo’s speaking to him, but Copia hears nothing over his own cry out as he paints his chest and soft belly, frustration and discomfort arcing through him in tandem with the bliss of release. He shakes with the force of it, his eyes that had squeezed shut eventually tearing open back. He watches his cock twitch and jump, milky white dribbling onto his skin with a few, weak pulses over his navel. He moans with it, whimpering and whining.

The emotional release soon follows quickly on its heels, biting at him and stinging in a way he’s not fully prepared for. His breathing hitches and his eyes start to spill hot down his cheeks.

When he’s released, his arms flopping against the bed and he’s pulled into an embrace by Terzo, Copia lets go and cries.

“Shh, shh,” Papa whispers, petting his sweaty ashen hair back from his forehead. “That’s it, I have you amore. I have you. Just let it out.”

His arms are deadweight and tingly, but eventually, he returns the embrace, half-curled into Terzo’s chest. Terzo doesn’t let go of him—he’s all hushed words and careful touches once he’s stopped shaking for the most part. Copia quivers at the sensation of Papa’s fingers running lightly up and down his arms in a slow rhythm; a pass down his arm, circling back around up over his freckled shoulders, all while the other keeps petting through his hair. He focuses on it, listening to Terzo’s careful instructions on slowing his breathing.

“How do you feel?” Terzo finally asks once his sobs have dampened to quiet sniffles. His breath is cool against Copia’s burning skin.

“Good,” Copia sniffles softly, voice hoarse. “That felt… amazing. Grazie, amore mio.”

“I’m glad. I’m so glad.” Terzo kisses his forehead, between his brows, cradling him close. “When you feel ready and if you can move, will you let me help you shower?”

Copia presses closer and nuzzles beneath Terzo’s chin with a heavy, gratified sigh. He winces at the sensation of release cooling on his skin, cringing when his senses start to return to something normal. He nods, humming.

“Sì, I would like that.”

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strange-ghoul · 2 years

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Copia Gains A New Toy (Copiiia)

(Gif unrelated I just love Copia and his trike)

Copia has retrieved some books from the Vatican, and Terzo can't help but laugh at him. Copia is at his last wits about him, and when Terzo comes to torment him one night, he snaps. His klutzy and awkward atmosphere about him vanishes, replaced by an energy the former Papa was not expecting.

Copia can't help but show him his place.

Word count: 7,297 Rating: Explicit || Smut

Posted on AO3

Copia stumbled into mass, giving a lopsided grin before trudging to the front. Nobody was in the pews; the former Papa’s and Papa Nihil sent him a glare and watched as he stumbled with the box in front of him. He walked the steps onto the stage that overviewed the pews and placed it down in front of Nihil.

“I apologize for my lateness, Papa,” He said, nervously laughing. He rubbed his hand at the back of his neck before looking up expectedly at Papa. Nihil only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Sister Imperator, seated next to Nihil, let out a breath and looked away. The three brothers sat to the left of Nihil, turning and whispering to each other. Terzo pointed at Copia and did a small laugh, which sent Copia into a deep seated rage. He didn’t know why, but that simple small action was going to make the Cardinal tear off Papa III’s head and show him what gore really meant.

He kept his facade though, his face blushing slightly as he opened the box up. He fumbled with the object a bit before lifting it up. On top was a rat, scurrying up his arm and onto his shoulder. Copia hushed the rat as it chirped and walked to Nihil. , offering the book to him.

“I called you all here to report back what I had taken from the Vatican on my week-long trip. I got many ancient texts, seemingly lost to the world but not to the Church. I took them all at the dead of night, some hold ancient rituals, others hold demon calling spells,” The Cardinal explained, his mind going into a focused setting, “It wasn’t hard breaking in, but I took all that I could because I am certain things will be more difficult the next time I go.”

Sister Imperator nodded approvingly, “This is… sufficient, Cardinal. Did you learn anything more?” Papa Nihil took the book from Copia, allowing him to back up to his place on the stage behind the box. A few more rats seem to pop their heads out of the box, before quickly hiding back in at the sight of the former Papa’s.

“No, unfortunately my time was preoccupied with talking to many of the church's Cardinals to get access to these books. However with these out of their hands, they cannot cause any more pain or destruction towards us or humanity.” He heard Terzo snicker and glared in his direction, “What?”

“Only books, eh Cardinal? You know as well as I that… well… this is not very useful. Like the Vatican would ever summon a demon. We needed insider knowledge, not more areas for dust to gather in the Abbey library.” For a brief moment, Copia forgets himself. A whole week of nonstop work and little sleep, sleezing with every official he could find, just to have some royal prince sit on his ass in his makeup tell him he didn’t do a good enough job?

He took a step towards him, growling out in warning, “Why don’t you try it next time, eh? Maybe then you’ll learn-” He stopped himself short, feeling his own demonic energy flair. He stepped back, going down one knee.

“Forgive me, Prince, I forgot myself,” He sneered. Terzo leaned back, letting out a laugh. The rat on Copia’s shoulder let out a panicked squeak before dropping off his shoulder and going back into the box.

Father Nihil grunted and Sister Imperator let out a sigh.

“You’re dismissed, Cardinal. Thank you very much dear for all this, we will let you know when it becomes available to read in the library,” The Sister said gently. Cardinal nodded and got up, bowed awkwardly, and walked away. He tripped down the stairs, but ultimately left the room unharmed. His rats followed him closely back to his room.

Once he got there whatever awkward presence he had vanished. He grabbed the closest vase to him and slammed it on the wall, letting out a shout of rage.

Constantly being walked on, forgotten, used, abused, and more by those brats that the Papa called sons. Having to act dumb, clumsy, and less than he actually was to not be perceived as a threat to Terzo. He should’ve been Papa for all that he’s done for the ministry. His vast knowledge made him the right hand man but he was nothing more. He wanted to scream.

He threw himself at the bed, feeling like an emotional angsty teen as he wrapped himself in blankets. His pet rats, which seemed to always mark his presence, gathered near him and snuggled into the blankets. He let out a breath, finding some peace within them. He wondered how the little creatures did it. Many called them stupid and pretended they were heartless plague machines, but they were so much smarter and sociallable than anyone he’s ever met.

There was a knock. Copia brought his lips to a line, he didn’t call for anyone and he wasn’t expecting any visitors. He undid the blankets around him, pushing the rats around him gently before making his way to the door. He hesitantly opened it, only for it to be shoved open by Terzo so he could invade his space.

“Hello, Cardinale, how are you?” He asked as he strutted in, taking a look around the place. He quietly noted the broken vase and looked up at Copia.

Copia wasn’t sure if he could handle the former Papa without breaking all his years of work to seem like the gentle, loving, klutzy man.

“This is… Not a good time, Terzo.” He muttered, never meeting his eye. He wandered to the corner of his room and grabbed a dust pan as he cleaned the remnants of his vase.

“It’s never a good time with you, is it Cardinal?” Copia kept silent, “Come on, I saw how you flared. Anyone could feel that energy within you, where is it now? Or are you too much of a bitch to do anything, eh?” Copia glared and got the last bit of the vase.

“What, did the rats get too rough with your stuff?” Terzo teased. The Papa watched with interest as Copia tensed his body and his movements became calculated.

“What, did dada not give you enough love so you resort to bullying?” Copia snapped as he dusted the remnants of the vase into the bin near his bathroom door, “You should really invest in a “Roasting Book: For Dummies 101:”, it might actually help you, yes? It might even say nicer things than Papa Nihil has ever told you.”

Terzo stood in a stunned silence before letting out a laugh, “Cazzo Copia! Second time today you’ve said something out of line, and the first you haven’t immediately apologized. Bravo!”

The Cardinal grinded his teeth, glaring at Terzo. Copia marched off to his door. His hands balled at his sides.

“Awwh, you’re gonna run away to tell Papa what a bad boy I’ve been?” He jeered. Copia hesitated at the knob before finally deciding on something.

He locked the door.

“No. No, I’m not.” The cardinal's voice was in a low growl and he swiveled around, stalking towards Terzo. Terzo took a few involuntary steps back, now filled with uncertainty.

“Hey.. Hey Copia, it’s all a joke, eh? Just some light fun teasing, it is what I do!” He laughed uneasily, the back of his knees hitting the bed.

“You stonza. You think this is all a game? Do you think I’m in the mood for games?” His voice was laced with pure malice. Terzo’s breath hitched as he landed his ass on the bed and tried backing up even more on the king size.

“C-Cardi, look, caro, I did not mean to anger you-”

“Anger me?” He sneered, “For years, Terzo, I have served dutifully under every single one of you brats, and all I have to show for it is my collection of rats I’ve gathered from the years I’ve been here!” He shouted. Copia got to the end of the bed, glaring down at Terzo as he stuttered.

“I am sorry! Cazzo, Cardinal If I had known how much it bothered you I’d have stopped-” His breath caught in his throat as the Cardinal grabbed at his knee, “Please don’t kill me.” He was much quieter, and now the only sounds heard was the labored breathing from both.

“Kill you?” Copia chuckled darkly, leaning over Terzo and next to his ear, “No, I would never kill you caro, just make you know who the real deity is.” This went straight to Terzo’s dick. He gasped, pulling himself back and trying his best to hide whatever the hell was happening to him with his legs.

Copia climbed on top of him and grabbed his wrists, pushing them above his head and staying on them. The cardinal watched every little move Terzo made with cold calculating eyes. Terzo looked away, trying to find something to help him get out of his situation. A rat made a squeak, watching the two of them.

“Leave, tonight is not the night Ratto.” The rat seemed to understand, as he and some of his brethren disappeared into boxes or holes in the wall built for them. Copia turned his attention back to Terzo, with an unrelenting hunger in his eyes.

“What has gotten into you, Copia?” Terzo asked quietly, uncertain. This was not the anxious, sweating, mess of a man he was used to seeing on the daily. Copia let out a cold laugh, letting go of one of Terzo’s wrist to trail his body with it. His other hand grabbed at the other wrist, still keeping him firmly in place.

Terzo never fought back.

“What happened to me? Topolino, this is how I’ve always been. You’ve just never bothered to notice.” The Cardinal’s hand rested on Terzo’s lower stomach, making him squirm just a bit. He let out a breathy noise that could be mistaken for anything.

“What is it, Terzo?” He asked, suddenly feigning innocence. Terzo thanked the make up on him, because he was completely red. He was flustered but tried his best to continue on.

“I’m.. I’m just thinking about how dead you’re gonna be if you don’t get off me,” He muttered half heartedly. Copia gave a bright smile before pulling off him. Terzo sat up, his breathing heavy and labored.

Copia watched him. He looked up from his shoes to the growing bulge in his pants. Copia’s grin widened and his eyes darkened. He made eye contact with the younger man, making it evident that he did know and he did see what he was trying to hide.

“Is that what you really want?” Copia asked, cocking his head. Terzo groaned, bringing a hand through his hair. His body shook a little.

Terzo was confused about his own emotions and wants. After all, this was a man that half an hour before, he would’ve said was a complete and utter virgin that wouldn’t hurt a fly. This was not the man he thought he knew. And maybe that was the point.

“Better make a decision, or else I’ll make it for you.” Copia approached him again, grabbing a fistful of hair and lightly dragging him to sit up on his legs. Terzo complied without hesitancy.

Once he was sitting up on the bed, adjusting to sitting on his knees, Copia leaned in and licked his neck possessively. Terzo shuddered and let out a quiet groan. Copia snagged his hair and kissed him lightly before pulling back. Terzo reached to Copia’s hands to make him touch more but he was batted off. The cardinal glared at him.

“You want me to touch you, yes? Then beg,” He sneered. Terzo shivered at the demand. He brought his hands shakily together, his head bowed down and into a prayer like position. Copia watched curiously and confused.

“Please, your unholiness, touch me and let me touch you. Please, please your unholiness. Un-do me,” Terzo begged. Copia’s eyes widened at this, his erection tenting his cassock.

“Get on the floor, kneeling,” He whispered huskily into Terzo’s ear. Copia took a step back as he scrambled to the floor, doing as he said. He put a hand under the other's chin, lifting it.

“Good boy,” He purred. Terzo let out a moan, before his eyes widened and he looked away embarrassed. Copia chuckled darkly, “Praise? That is good to know. Don’t worry, little dove, I’ll know everything that makes you tick soon enough.” Copia made his way to sit at the edge of the bed and Terzo shifted himself so he was facing Copia.

“Who’s your god?” Copia asked, a cruel smile forming. Terzo looked away, abashed. Copia grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head to look at him.

“Topolino, the time for shame is long past. Who is your god?” He snapped. He pulled on the hair, leading Terzo to gasp out. He brought his arms up to Copia’s waist line, resting them on his thighs and feeling the heat of his erection right below his arm.

“You are, Copia,” He said, his voice breathy and shaky.

“Say it fully, Terzo, let your deity hear your words.” He cooed.

“You’re my God! You’re my unholiness!” Copia let out a groan, letting his hair go.

“That’s right, good boy. Do you want my forgiveness?”

“Yes!” There was no hesitancy, only need.

“Oh Satan,” Copia hissed, his head flying up as Terzo moved his hand to his crotch. He rubbed the clothed erection, causing a quiet groan.

“You’re my God, your body is a temple to worship,” Terzo reached out with one of his hands and grabbed the grucifix that lay around Copia’s neck while the other continued the movements. Copia took Tervo’s hand into his own, gently closing it.

“Get against me, or let me rearrange you better,” He ordered. Terzo nodded and moved himself against Copia’s leg, his legs spread out and his chest and crotch leaning fully on one of Copia’s legs, “Just like that.” He petted Terzo’s hair slightly and moved his leg slowly against Terzo’s erection. This made the former papa stop anything he was doing and let in a gust of air.

“Cazzo,” He hissed. The cardinal brought Terzo’s face up with his index and middle finger. He kept a horribly slow pace with his leg, never faltering.

“I can do things that no one else will ever give you,” Copia whispered, “Or blue ball you until you can’t feel your dick. It’s really your choice here tonight, Terzo.”

“NOT that,” Terzo snapped his head up.

Copia smiled pleasantly and hummed, “Of course not, but I can and will leave you like this if you don’t obey me, sì?” Terzo nodded eagerly, “If I had known you were this much of a troia, I would’ve done this so much earlier. Would’ve saved us pain, eh?” Terzo groaned, his head falling onto the man's knee as he continued the movements against his erection.

“Your sounds are so beautiful. I wish to hear more,” He muttered, rubbing his hair

Copia pulled his leg back and patted his thighs.

“Come, sit.” Terzo pulled back and hesitantly made his way onto Copia’s lap.

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?” He asked Terzo suddenly. Terzo winced, not used to being at the receiving end of this.

“No?” His voice was uncertain.

“No? So why do you stay here? If you have done nothing to deserve this treatment from your unholy god, why do you take it?” Copia asked, stroking his hair delicately. Terzo opened his mouth to answer, but shut it after rethinking.

Copia grabbed Terzo’s body harshly, making Terzo straddle him and forcing him to look up at him.

“Come on, let me hear that delicious voice of yours.” He rolled his hips into him, making him moan out.

“Fuck, Copia, when did any of this happen?” He hissed.

“When did what happen, caro?”

“This dominance, where has it been?” Terzo began grinding against Copia. His breathing became stuttery, forgetting how and when to breathe.

“It’s always been there. You know how often I’ve acted dumb for your sake?” He grabbed one of Terzo’s wrists and locked it behind him, forcing his back to arch, “If I were honest, you’d be terrified of me. I’ve wanted to take you since I got my hands on you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to shove that god complex down your throat, I’ve wanted you to be taken off that high pedestal since you became Papa. Now look at you, beneath me, hypersensitive to every movement. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I wasn’t the only one fantasizing.” Copia pushed him more into his chest, making him let out a yelp from the sharp pain that brought to his wrist.

“Cazzo, Cardinale, you’re hurting me.”

Copia leaned close to his exposed neck, a devious grin on his face, “Isn’t that the point?” He kissed from the jaw down his neck.

“This is your punishment for your behavior, and right now? I am not your cardinal. That is not my title, understand?” Terzo nodded, moaning out again as the friction was becoming enough to release on.

“What is my title?” Copia asked, bending the wrist just a bit but causing his entire body to jerk back.

“You’re.. ah.. you’re my deity. Unholy sin,” He moaned out. Copia grabbed Terzo’s hips, stopping him from rubbing against his erection.

“Sí, and you are my beautiful worshiper, no? My body is your temple and altar. You cannot cum yet, The fun has only gotten started.” He pushed Terzo off and down into the bed as he trapped his wrists above him. Copia got neatly between his legs and brought one of his hands down to Terzo’s pants. Copia leaned down and kissed Terzo lightly on the lips. It was barely there, a chaste kiss; however it had Terzo pushing against Copia’s hold and trying to get more.

He tutted, “Now now, do not rush. Get used to my touch, or this will be a much more painful process for you.” Terzo let out a confused sound, looking at him in alarm. “This is not my first rodeo, Terzo. I find my… partners respond so much better when I use what we were gifted by Satanas, yes?” His eye glimmered, “Just a little leak of energy seems to heighten one's bodily response. What, you don’t use it?”

Terzo shook his head, “Sister Imperator told me it was dangerous.”

Copia laughed, “Maybe for you. You are young with no aspect of being able to contain yourself.” His hand trailed Terzo’s erection with a slow and light touch. He took in a shuddering breath, trying to contain himself.

“I’m not that young,” He grumbled, trying to keep himself stable.

“Immortal youth is a blessing, mio caro. And compared to me? You’re young.”

“That’s not fair, you’re a demon, aren't you? You’re probably older than Nihil!” Terzo protested. Copia laughed loudly, pulling away from him and sitting back. The papa let out a whine but otherwise stayed in position. He had a beautiful laugh, Terzo thought.

“A demon? Where did you hear that one?”

“Sister let it slip!”

“My, and here I thought you Emeritus’s were all stuck in your head.” He shook his head and watched Terzo with a gleam of amusement and lust, “She is right, in one way. I am not mortal in the way most know the definition, but neither are you. We are equal when it comes to our souls, but we are not equal in wisdom.”

“We absolutely are, you’re just egot-” He was cut off by Copia slamming back onto him, kissing him full force. He let out a shout into his mouth and the cardinal took advantage, shoving his tongue down into his mouth. Terzo squirmed and tried to get him off, but he only pressed harder. The electricity in his touch was painful; it felt like his body was being stabbed. The cardinal groped him roughly, pulling back just to bite down on his lip. Terzo let out a yelp and blood came out of the bite area. Terzo clawed at him, his body jerking subconsciously. Copia’s hand rested on his clothed erection, his dick becoming unbearably hard under the pants.

When he finally pulled back fully, Terzo was gasping for air and trying his best not to cry out. Copia put a hand around his neck threatenly.

“Do you want to continue to take this slowly, or do you want it all at once still?” Copia sneered, pushing against his throat.

“Slowly!” He gasped out.

“Are you sure?” His other hand grabbed his pants and yanked them down, leaving the other in just his boxers. He lifted one of Terzo’s legs over his shoulders, positioning his body even closer to him, “I could easily make this a quick- yet painful- experience.”

“No! Please, please go slowly,” He begged, gasping. The energy from his body radiating near him. He could feel the sharp pains of electricity and intense pleasure going in him at waves. His eyes screwed shut.

Copia snickered, “Having the former Papa below me, begging. What a lovely view.” Terzo felt as the electric waves slowed down, becoming less painful and more manageable. Copia backed off him slightly, going back to the delicate touches he was originally doing.

“This is much more favorable, yes?”

“Yes, Papa,” He muttered, not thinking much of it. Copia’s body tensed up and slowly Terzo opened his eyes. The cardinal was looking at him with a look he couldn’t exactly pinpoint. A portion of it was definitely a dark lust, but the rest? He felt like his soul was being looked straight through. Copia brought a hand to his cheek, caressing it.

“What did you call me?”

“Just- ah- you know, I think you heard me.” He watched as Copia shifted his weight, putting more on him as he leaned down. His breathing was shallow.

“No, say it again.” His voice was neutral but that gaze was not.

“... Papa.”

“Louder.” He leaned closer to his face.

“Papa!” Terzo dug his nails into his back.

Copia groaned and grabbed Terzo’s shirt, bringing him into a rough kiss. This time, the energy was a constant dull presence. Copia’s hands went everywhere and his body responded kindly. Terzo’s body was sensitive to him, aching for his touch. Copia eventually got off his him and sat beside him instead of on top of him. Terzo laid there, feeling just a little ridiculous as he observed his body.

“You are beautiful,” Copia muttered when he noticed his smudged make-up. He played with the hems of Terzo’s shirt, before going to his top button and slowly unbuttoning it. Once he laid with his shirt slightly open, Copia brought his gloves to Terzo’s mouth.

“Take them off,” He demanded softly. Terzo nodded, gently taking the glove between his teeth and taking it off. He did the same for the other. Copia’s warm hand then laid against the middle of Terzo’s cold chest. Instead of the sharp pains he’s been feeling, there was just a consistent wave of energy and pleasure from his touch. His hand lingered there, before going up and down his bare chest. His hand trailed around the other's nipple, making him shudder.

“Look at you, mio caro, so open. So vulnerable. All for me.” He brought his index and middle finger to his mouth, then put it in his mouth and licked it, maintaining eye contact. Terzo's breath got caught in his throat as he watched the little show Copia was putting on for him. When he thought his hand was sufficiently wet, he took it out and brought it down to his face. He placed the fingers over his lips and under his chin.

“You’re going to smell like me for days after this,” Copia said, with a bit of pride in his voice. When he went over his lips again, Terzo opened his mouth and took them in, sucking on them needily.

Copia smirked, “Practicing for something?” Terzo rolled his eyes and went to sit up. He stopped him though, placing a hand on his chest and then pushing him back down. He tutted, wagging his finger. He then pulled his finger back and moved to his belt tied securely to his cassock. He undid it as Terzo watched on, hungrily.

“Get against the backboard,” He ordered as he kept his eyes on the belt. Terzo nodded before getting up and moving himself more onto the bed and sitting in the middle. Copia got his belt and looked up.

“Place a pillow between the board and the wall- unless you want the whole clergy to hear you get pounded.” Copia smiled devilishly to himself and watched in amusement as Terzo moved quickly to find a way to mute the sounds of the bed. “Got a reputation to uphold, eh?”

Terzo sent him a glare before sitting against the backboard again.

The backboard was elegant, with roses covered in thorns and skulls between them. There were plenty of spaces to tie his hands up.

Copia crawled his way over to him on the king sized bed. He helped take off the button up Terzo was wearing all the way before looking him sincerely in the eyes.

“Lay down and hands up, please.” Terzo watched on, confused as he did what he was told. Then, he went red under his make-up.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Copia kept eye contact as he tied his sash around the hands and backboard, “Is something wrong?” Terzo shook his head, gasping out a little when he tightened it.

“Never been tied up,” He muttered, inspecting what was keeping him on there.

“Ahh, always been the tie-er?” He hummed, “Well this won’t hold against your full strength, think of it as a mental barrier, yes?”

“My full strength? Why would I ever use that?” He lightly joked. He regretted it almost instantly though, seeing the look in Copia’s eyes darken and scan him.

“Well I have to leave room for imagination, don’t I? Plus, I don’t think you’d like to spoil the fun.” Copia kissed him before pulling off him and walking to a drawer across the room. Terzo took a deep breath in and then out, trying to control himself over that promise which was a thinly veiled threat. He tried to get himself under the covers due to the cool air, but it was no luck.

“What do you enjoy, Terzo?” He asked, rummaging through the drawers.

“You mean like sexually?” Copia nodded yes. “Well, I’m not… exactly sure. Well I know what I like but I’m never in this position, yeah? I don’t ever have to tell a partner, I just do, so I don’t really have it memorized…” He rambled on. Copia hummed, shutting a drawer and placing some things that Terzo couldn’t see on top of it. He shrugged off his cassock, neatly folding it and placing it on the drawer near the undisclosed items. He now wore his black long sleeved button up, along with some tight black jeans very clearly showing his erection.

“What do you have?” Terzo asked, straining himself to look.

“Just a few toys,” Copia said nonchalantly, turning to face him as if he was thinking. “Are you leading midnight mass?”

Terzo nodded, “It won’t kill if I’m a no show for… reasons. Won’t be the first time, my brothers usually take the wheel in that case.” Copia nodded.

“How much stuff do you even have? How many partners do you have?” Terzo asked.

“Don’t worry about the items, and not many partners in a very long time.” He grabbed something that was most likely lube and made his way slowly to Terzo, as if stalking his prey, “Ever since you became Papa, actually, I haven’t had a partner. I’ve wanted to fuck nobody else but you. You were something to subdue, even if I thought it was nigh-impossible. Such a young and dominant thing. I’ll enjoy seeing you break.” He stopped for a second, as if thinking of a word, “Over these years you’ve become… the epicenter of my attention.”

“I don’t think that is a good thing,” He laughed nervously. His erection became painful and he tried to ignore what this all meant for him.

“It got us to this point, so I beg to differ.”

“Then beg,” Terzo said, as if it was second nature. He was used to saying it to his Ghouls as a joke, so he didn’t think twice when that was his natural response. However the other did not take kindly to this. Copia crossed the room in a blink, glowering at him. He raised his hand and slapped the other’s cheek instinctively. Terzo hissed in pain and glared. Copia flicked the bit of paint on his hand.

“Speak out again like that and it won’t be as nice.” He looked him up and down, his eyes lingering on his boxers before looking to Terzo again, “You’ve been with a man, sì?” He asked, mood changing to concern.

Terzo groaned and nodded impatiently, “Satan, you sound like a worried dad."

Copia smirked, “A worried Daddy, maybe. And if you were inexperienced, I would be careful. I don’t want to mortally damage your body. All you did was let me know you’ve been used so I can abuse.” Terzo looked away, his face turning bright pink.

“Don’t get shy now, topolino,” He hummed, bringing a hand under his chin and moving his head delicately to face him, “I do enjoy the bits of red I can see through all that smudged make-up.” Terzo gave a look of abject horror, shifting uncomfortably in his spot. He usually hid behind the paint like a shield. Nobody could see how easily he was flustered and it allowed him to come up with a quick quip.

Copia got onto the bed, straddling him. He tossed the bottle of lube to one of the sides of the bed and focused fully on him. He rocked his hips, making Terzo hiss at the rough texture and friction, before leaning and kissing him on the lips. Terzo tried to move his hands to his hair, but quite obviously couldn’t.

“Enjoy this while you can, topolino,” Copia muttered through kisses. He glided his hands over Terzo’s chest and then onto his own shirt, where he unbuttoned it and tossed it to the side. He put his bare chest onto his, feeling the heat and rapid heart beat of the other. He groaned at the skin contact. He dragged himself down, kissing and biting at spots on his neck down to his chest. He bit harder, drawing blood on certain soft areas on his chest and neck. Terzo gasped out and moaned in pleasure. He tried to grind his hips against Copia, lusting after any friction.

The cardinal's kisses went down his chest to his abdomen. He kissed right above the boxer lining, causing Terzo to shudder in response. He fought against his bindings.

“Cazzo, Copia, please. I need something, anything, please,” He pleaded, bucking his hips slightly towards the older man. Copia gave him an innocent look before licking his erection through his boxers.

“What do you mean, amore? I can get you water, since you did say anything-“

“No! Fuck please, I need to feel your mouth around my dick Papa, please.” He looked up to the cardinal, his eyes wide and his breathing labored from the teasing. His hands balled up into a fist and then released multiple times, trying to relieve the tension.

Copia snapped, he brought back the boxers and took his dick into his mouth. Terzo let out a loud moan, his fingers curling around the binding.

He licked the head and then did a long stripe from the base back to the top. Terzo felt goosebumps rise in his body as he lightly shook. Copia took his head in all the way first, then slowly went down more and more as his head bobbed up and down. Terzo’s sounds seemed to get more shrill as he was hitting his edge, he tried to move all he could but never got far. He began to buck his hips and bend his legs around Copia in an effort to be able to cum. This caused the cardinal to pull all the way off though with a self satisfied grin.

“Cardinale!” Terzo cried out, hating the lack of warmth around his cock.

“I thought I said that wasn’t my title?” Copia pushed his legs off him and slid off the bed.

Terzo whimpered, “Cazzo! Cosa stai facendo?”

“What am I doing? Getting rope. I can’t have my little worshiper touching my body in any way, sí?” He sounded a little too chipper as he grabbed some rope from the top of the drawers.

Right as he began to make his way back to the bed, there was a knock at the door. Terzo groaned loudly, his head falling back onto the pillow behind him.

“Un minuto!” Copia called out, then he turned to him and whispered “This is your reputation in the line, not mine. So behave as you want to be seen.” He turned to the dresser and lightly wrapped the cassock around him. He looked into a mirror on top of the dresser, readjusting his little hat before turning to the door and opening it.

“Ah! Sister, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Sister Imperator stood at the door, looking impatient and tired.

“Have you seen Terzo? He’s supposed to be at mass, leading the sermon. I'm afraid he’s hiding from his duties again,” she said. Her voice was slow, as if she was trying to put together something. The cardinal’s lips became a line, thinking of something good.

“Ah, well Sister I… ahem, have not yet seen him. When I do see him, I shall let him know though! But uh… no promises he’ll show,” Cardinal settled on the best response he could muster; Watching her face to see if she bought it. She definitely did not. It also did not help that Terzo took that second to let out a quiet whine which they both heard. Copia winced, blushing.

She rolled her eyes and she brought her hand to Copia’s face before smudging white makeup off it, “Yeah well, when you see him, tell him getting his makeup everywhere is getting old. Along with missing mass because he’s screwing the clergymen.” She made a show of presenting the white makeup on her fingers, then turning and walking away. Copia let out a sigh and shut the door.

He didn’t turn around as he dropped the cassock and hat to the floor now. He grabbed the rope which had laid forgotten on the dresser again before swiveling around. His expression was dark.

“Can’t help but call attention to yourself, you slut,” he sneered, crawling into the bed. Terzo squeaked as he roughly grabbed his legs and separated them. Copia wrapped the smooth rope around his ankles and went to the post, tying it. He did the same to the other leg, leaving Terzo naked and fully exposed. He tested these new bonds, finding that they are much tighter than what was around his wrists.

“How does that feel, eh?” Copia asked. He watched with delight as Terzo tried to undo them.

“It feels unfair,” He muttered. Copia crawled up his body with a blasphemous look. He leaned in close to his ear, a hand resting gently on his dick. His leg went in between his.

“What else do you feel?” He murmured, his lips grazing against his ear lobe. Terzo shuddered beneath him, pulling slightly against his bonds. He moved his hand from caressing his dick to caressing his body and watched him twitch when he was touching sensitive areas.

“Like you’re a big tease,” he groaned against his shoulder. He could feel the precum leaking from his dick, and he wanted nothing more than for that build up to release.

“I could be much, much worse, topolino.” He nipped at his ear lobe, moving his hand all over his chest and arms. He lowered to his neck and bit at it. Terzo let out a moan.

“I’m going to fuck you, you understand?” Copia growled.

“With your pants and boxers on?” Terzo breathily joked, getting a low chuckle out of him. Copia pushed his clothed erection against his. Terzo groaned from the heat he could feel.

“I don’t wear underwear, Terzo.” Copia pulled back and his eyes glazed over his body, “You’re absolutely sexy. Every curve, every muscle, everything. You’re so unbelievably sexy.” Copia pulled his hand away from Terzo and tore his own pants off. His dick was painfully hard, leaking.

“Satanas,” Terzo muttered, “Lucifer, I wish you had told me sooner Copia.”

“Believe me, Terzo, you would have ran,” He hissed the last word. He took his hand and clawed at his side and waist, “I am not a gentle lover. Though I’m sure you know all about that, I like to leave my lovers in pain. Bruises, scratches,” he dug his nails into his waist for more pronunciation, “I’ve learnt self control, but you’re pushing every button I own.” Copia pulled a bit away from Terzo, licking his fingers before dragging them down his chest to his ass. He put a finger right outside his hole, leaving Terzo tense with anticipation.

“Are you sure you want to continue?” The cardinal whispered, “You’ll be begging for Satan if you do.”

“You’re my God,” Terzo gasped out.

Copia looked smug, “Of course I am. Do you want a safe word, or take the risk?”

“Oh my Satan, just fuck me!” He snapped, giving him a wild expression. Copia put a finger into him and he let out a hiss. He went slow, feeling how tight he was around his single finger. He noted how he jerked against his bonds like it was something new. He added another finger, and Terzo let out a groan. He moved slowly, easing the tension.

“I thought you gave it rough,” Terzo grunted.

“The injuries I inflict are not to be permanent. Don’t want to break a new toy, sí?” He responded lightly, “Plus, I do not believe you were totally honest with me amore.”

“What do you mean?” Copia pulled out his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube beside him. He poured it onto himself and smeared some onto his hole. He readied himself at his entrance, before entering him slowly. Terzo took in a breath, wincing at the pain.

“I don’t think you’ve ever actually been with a man,” He pushed himself more in. Copia leaned next to his ear, “Will you relax for me, caro?” Terzo slowly nodded, trying to calm his muscles.

“I have been with men, just not the receiving end,” He muttered.

“You give too much then.” He pushed himself until he was half way, which made Terzo groan out and tense up. Tears pricked at the side of his eyes. Copia brought a hand to his face, caressing it gently.

“Virginal as Mother Mary,” He mumbled.

“I am not a virgin Co-” Copia pushed himself in all the way, bottoming out. Terzo let out a scream and pulled at all his bonds. The ones on his hand loosened.

“I thought I told you, Terzo, I wouldn’t be nice,” He sneered, bringing a hand to his hair and pushing his head back, exposing his neck. He kissed and bit down hard, leaving marks all over his neck.

He took his hand out of his hair and brought it to the side of the bed. He snagged one of his forgotten gloves and brought it to his face.

“Open your mouth, naughty boy.” Terzo gave him an incredulous look before hesitantly following his word. Copia shoved the leather glove into his mouth.

“If you take this out, it’ll be much worse for you, do you understand?” Terzo nodded, and Copia slowly pulled out of him before pumping back into him. Terzo shouted out, the pain becoming more pleasure and less pain. Copia’s hand drifted to his dick as he went, agonizingly starting from the bottom and dragging his hand up. Terzo cried out, bucking his hips against other man's hands to get friction. He complied and jacked him off. It started slow, just like his movements into him, but as his thrusting sped up, so did him jacking it off. Terzo’s back arched, he felt himself getting close. Copia grabbed the gloves from his mouth after feeling Terzo’s walls tense up.

“Fuck, Copia-” he moaned. He pulled on his arm binds and they released him unexpectedly. Copia pulled back, and the two shared a look. Terzo grabbed his hair and pulled him in for a deep, messy kiss. Copia returned the kiss, his actions becoming sloppy. Copia became desperate and pushed more and more into him.

“I’m going to cum- Copia!” He cried out, pulling on his hair.

“Then do so, mios amore. Be a good boy and cum for your God.” This pushed him over the edge, cumming all over Copia’s hand and his own stomach. This was followed by Copia, finishing inside him.

Terzo laid back, panting heavily. His face make-up all over Copia’s face and smudged.

“You did such a good job. You’re a beautiful mess,” Copia purred, pulling out of him. Terzo whined at the cold but focused more on his breathing.

“Compared to you, I am but a rat,” Terzo muttered half heartedly.

Copia laughed, “You know how much I love rats, Terzo.”

The two stayed like this for a while, catching their breaths and taking the other in. Copia petted his hair, mumbling praises. Eventually Copia pulled the ropes from Terzo’s ankles and checked at the red markings.

“As long as you don’t show your ankles, you should be fine caro. And if you wear a scarf, people might not know,” The cardinal informed. He rolled off the bed and took the rope back into the drawers. Terzo sat up and rubbed at his wrists.

“If we are fast, we might make it to black mass on time,” Terzo said as he started to shuffle on his shirt. Copia nodded, following suit with his pants and shirt which lay beside the bed. Terzo got his clothes on and ran to the bathroom.

“I can still feel your cum leaking out of me,” He grimaced, going through drawers to find makeup and fix his smudging.

“And you’re not gonna clean yourself, eh?” Copia asked while he got his cassock on.

“Now why would I want my God’s blessings to be cleaned?” Terzo joked, looking over to the cardinal. The cardinal blushed and grabbed his hat.

“Since you put it like that…” He grabbed his gloves and smirked at the soggy one.

“You had a fun time biting this. I might even have to get new ones!” He chuckled as he put them on. Terzo came strolling out with a makeup wipe and began to fix Copia’s face. He got onto his tippy toes.

Somehow this moment was more intimate than their entire night, Copia thought with a smirk.

“Thank you. Are you sore, topolino?”

“I’m walking on adrenaline right now. If I sit or relax, I won’t be getting up.” Copia laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Then let's get this over with. Don’t want our Sister waiting any more than she has to. You can come back to my room after, I’ll take care of you.” Terzo turned away, his ears turning red and led the duo out of the room.

#copiiia #cardinal copia is not papa nihil's son #at least thats the AU #copia x terzo #Cardinal Copia x Papa Emeritus III #more tags on Ao3 #the band ghost #ghost band #my fanfics #c3

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regurgitatedsoup · 11 months

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Title: Rings

Author: @regurgitatedsoup

Fandom: Ghost

Pairing: Cardinal Copia and Papa Emeritus III

Characters: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus I, various nameless ghouls, and sister Imperator

Notes: NOT INCEST FIC, COPIA AND PAPA THREE ARE NOT RELATED AND THE STORY DOES ELABORATE ON THAT

Story Summary:

Five times Copia found Terzo to be ignorant, conceited, lazy, and immature and one time he didn’t

Alternatively: Five times Terzo found Copia to be stuck up, boring, and infuriating, and one time he didn’t

Chapter Two Summary: Discoveries regarding jewelry, homoerotic fight scenes, a meeting with the devil, and ghouls

#ghost band #ghost #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia x papa emeritus iii #copiiia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii

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kabukiaku · 5 months

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double date dinner!!! this will either go really well or be a complete disaster.

i forgot i had this one in drafts, so I bestow this upon you all. 🖤✨

#my art #the band ghost #ghost band #terzomega #codrop #copia/dew #terzo x omega #copia x dew #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #fire ghoul #copia #cardinal copia #terzo #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul

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dantesunbreaker · 7 months

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Cold Cuddles with the Papas(Headcanons)

No warnings apply, just some tooth rotting fluff from our favorite old men!

Primo

As the eldest brother, it is safe to assume his circulation isn’t as great as it once was. Thus, blankets and warm fuzzy socks are always in abundance with Primo

When you approach him complaining about the cold, Primo is pulling out a pair of double layer socks before you have even finished getting the words out

If he still has work that needs his attendance, Primo will usher you both to the loveseat in his office. An end table will be pulled up to use as a desk, blanket wrapped around you both so you can nestle against him for warmth

But when there is no work to be done, Primo will brew a nice hot pot of tea for you both to share

Together you retire to his chambers where the heat is always turned up to the perfect comfortable temperature

Always takes up the chance to put you in one of his older sweaters because Primo loves the sight of your sleepy face while bundled up in his clothing

If even all of that does little to fight off the could, Primo will sit and cuddle with you beneath a layer of thick blankets until you are warm enough

Your favorite is the occasions where this turns your evening into soft warm cuddles the rest of the day and sharing some delicious soup made with vegetables from Primo’s garden

Secondo

Seems very much like a tough love kind of guy. First response when you come to him complaining about the cold is “well damn, I can’t control the weather”

But a quick flash of the puppy dogs is all it takes to change Secondo’s tune

If you are outside together and you begin to shiver, Secondo will groan, but always will offer up his coat. Pretends he walks with his arm around you to further keep you warm, but you know it because he also feels the cold

When inside and you mention being cold, Secondo simply offers to turn up the heater.

He often takes things for face value, so either prepare to work for it if you want cuddles from him or simply be blunt about it. No matter the method, you end up getting what you want.

Sometimes, when you can’t manage to pull him away from his work, you will rest on his lap with a blanket pulled snug around your shoulders as he continues going through paperwork

Other times Secondo will take the time to sit down and relax with you lounging under a throw blanket together in his office

Offers to make you something hot to drink, whether it be coffee, tea, or even hot chocolate.

Don’t tell his brothers, but he loves when you pick hot chocolate because he uses it as an excuse to also indulge in the delicious chocolatey drink

Terzo

Most likely to be over dramatic about the situation, and also most likely to be equally as affected by the temperature

Do not expect Terzo to offer his coat! “But the outfit was planned around the coat! Taking it off will ruin the look!” He will however walk with an arm around you, pulled tight against his side so that you can share his body heat

Getting Terzo to accomplish any work when it is cold is a difficult task, but you don’t want him getting in MORE trouble with Sister Imperator

So cold mornings you find yourself accompanying Terzo throughout his day, hot drinks always in hand, warm coats and blankets at the ready constantly

You will stand behind his chair, arms around him with blanket hanging over so that you can wrap him up in your loving warmth as you coax him to get through at least half the stack of papers on his desk

But when Terzo does not have work, expect an extravagant yet cozy night ahead of you

Expertly gets the fireplace going, all the lights off so only the firelit illuminates the room. Absolutely has a huge furry rug in front of the fireplace, which is where you spend the evening cuddling with dozens of pillows and extra blankets

Special occasions you can also expect to share some mulled wine as you bask in the warmth of the fire together, tangled up in each other’s limbs

Copia

Always one to worry, Copia will instantly be fretting over you if you mention being cold around him

Before you can even say anything else, Copia is pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to check for a fever followed by rapid fire questions asking if you are feeling ill

Takes a couple of minutes to settle him down enough to explain that you aren’t sick, you are just a bit chilly and in need of some Copia cuddles

Worry is quickly replaced with affection, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight against his chest. “Oh! Why didn’t you just say so!”

Often one to work too hard, Copia however will set aside his work in these kind of occasions

The couch in his office always has a rather thick throw blanket on it, strategically left by you entirely for the purpose for when you have days like this

Copia will get you both nice steaming cups of hot chocolate, mini marshmallows included!

Both of you curl up together on the couch, blanket thrown over your laps as you carefully sip on your drinks and talk about whatever comes to mind

On some occasions you fall asleep against him, and Copia absolutely refuses to wake you from such a pleasant slumber. So, he instead he simply does his best to complete whatever work he can from the couch until you eventually wake up on your own

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earthry · 9 months

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Papas Accidentally Being Too Rough in Bed (Headcanons)

I have no clue where this spawned from but please enjoy scaring the Papas when they’re accidentally too rough with you and then doing everything they can to make up for it.

mostly sfw, tw for being rough on accident, possessiveness, hurt/comfort.

Primo

It’s wild because you didn’t think Primo could get that rough in bed, given his age. But there are bruises that he apologizes for after, ones he kisses with each apology. He brings out a special cream and gently applies it to the abused skin.

He makes you stay in bed while he pampers you, grabbing yummy snacks and making a cup of your favorite tea. He even hand feeds you, babying you until you tell him that really, you’re okay. You are showered in apologies and words of love and reassurance before being wrapped up into his arms and snuggled to death.

Secondo

Secondo thinks you’re whining to be bratty but when his belt comes away with blood, he’s never dropped anything so fast. He’s quick to untie you, cursing and apologizing profusely. He assesses the damage with worry, grabbing a warm damp towel to clean your backside.

He gently shushes you when you whimper from the sting, kissing your temple and telling you that you’re doing so, so good for him. After sanitizing and bandaging the wound, he’ll clean the two of you up and pull you into his arms in a tight embrace— though he’s careful of your injury.

Apologizes for hurting you, promising that he hadn’t meant to and that it was his fault for misjudging how much strength he was using. You tell him you forgive him and he almost cries— you let him spoil you for the rest of the night and weeks to follow.

Terzo

It’s more of an accident than anything, for how clumsy Terzo is. He’s so eager in bed to please you and make you feel good that when he’s going down on you, he accidentally slams you against the bed frame a little too forcefully. You can’t help the involuntary sound of pain that escapes you and things happen so quickly because next thing you know, you’re in Terzo’s shaking arms as he begs for forgiveness, frantically checking if you’re badly hurt.

After he checks your backside to see that there’s a little bruising he apologizes even more and places the most gentlest of kisses against your skin. You are bundled up in blankets and love afterwards and since then, Terzo’s been very careful when it comes to sexy times.

Copia

With Copia it’s also unexpected but for different reasons. Though he’s certainly enthusiastic in bed, he’s always been gentle and very attentive to pleasing you. While he can get rough every so often, it’s still tame compared to most. He’s a very considerate lover, always checking in, always making sure he’s not gripping you too hard, not holding you too tight.

You didn’t expect him to have such a jealous streak however— despite wanting to tease him. It was Swiss’s idea to flirt with each other to rile him up, which definitely does the trick. And oh boy is it a night to remember. He’s intense and possessive, growling as he fucks you hard, his words melting together as he tells you that you’re his, that he’s going to show you that no one can fuck you better than him, will love you better.

You’re left with bruises on your hips and dark hickies littering your skin. You would laugh at Copia’s expression if it wasn’t so horrified. You reassure him that you enjoyed it, that it was what you wanted. Still, he apologizes and cares for you after— running a bath for you and tenderly helping you wash your hair, gently running fingers over the bruises he’s made. He still looks so guilty but it’s okay because you kiss it all better until he’s out of breath.

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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may i request uhhh.....the papas reacting to their s/o teasing them in public?

Papas with s/o who teases in public

You knew what you were doing when you wore those stupidly small shorts and tank top with his jacket over your shoulders, half pulled down and showing off your chest.

And you made sure to press real close to him when you sat down for the dinner, placing a hand on his thigh.

Primo

At first, he just thinks you're being touchy, and smiles softly and holding your hand on his thigh.

But then you start to slide your hand up, and he softly asks what you're doing, turning to you with a adorably confused look.

And when you cup your hand over his dick, gently rubbing at him through his robes?

He's growling into your ear, warning you to not play with fire.

And of course, you jump headfirst into it. Continuing to palm and practically jack him off under the table.

But primo is a patient man.

He can wait until you two are back home, then throw his robes off and bend you over the nearest surface and slam in over and over until you're nice and mindless.

Secondo

Unlike primo, he is not a patient man.

You will be dragged to the bathroom and fucked against the wall, hand on the back of his head and keeping your head shoved against the wall and a hand cupped over your mouth as he rudely pounds in.

Will not stop until he has came twice and you've learned your lesson. Then clean you up best he can and take you back to the Ministry.

If you're still being a brat, he will fetch the paddles.

If not, he draws you a bath and scrubs you down, so you can both go lay in bed.

Terzo

He is patient.. to an extent.

He will tease you back. Only tenfold.

If you have a dick, he will purr and whimper of how much he need's you to fill him up, how much he needs you to shove him down and fuck him stupid.

If you have a cunt, he will growl and beg for you to slam down onto him, begging for you to ride him stupid, pleading and kissing your neck.

If you manage to not fuck him in the bathroom, and manage to get back to the bed?

Don't expect to walk.

Copia

Oh this poor baby.

It won't take much to get him to cum in his pants

He also has to bite down on your shoulder to stay quiet, because this boy does not know how to muffle his moans, He will scream with each orgasm.

He will not last to the bedroom before cumming at least once, but when you two are back at the ministry? He will begging for your cock or cunt, sobbing about how much he needs you.

Will need a bath afterwards.

Old Nihil

He's been staring at you the entire time with a happy dreamy look on his face.

Then you place your hand on his thigh and he just grins even more. He was happy enough just to be in your company, but this... this is even better.

As your hand slides up his thigh he raises an eyebrow with a little chuckle. It takes him back to his youth.

He cannot believe his luck when you continue and he rests his head back with a contented smile.

He is too old to even care it's in public so he'll let you take it as far as you want to.

When you get back to the Ministry he'll wrap his arm around your waist and take you straight to bed a glint in his eye.

Young Nihil

Brave idea with this one. He knew exactly what you were up to the moment he saw what you were wearing.

Of course he immediately starts playing his own little game. His shirt buttons are undone lower than usual as he fixes you with his charismatic gaze. it's enough to make anyone melt on the spot, but you hold your nerve and just smile.

You put your hand on his thigh and Nihil gives you the most lascivious smile you've ever seen.

Eventually your hand reaches it's destination as you rub him through his jeans. Nihil lets out a soft moan, then some louder ones, people start to notice. "What's wrong babe?" he says with an innocent smile. He's calling your bluff, "too public?" For all his bravado, you can feel how hard he is, you have him.

His hand now rests on your thigh and he traces gentle circles with his fingers, higher and higher until it's too late, you as much under his spell as he is yours.

You both get up at the exact same time. He takes your hand and hastily leads you out of the room, enjoying the shocked expression on peoples faces. Then up some stairs and out onto the roof, it's a beautiful warm night and there you fuck under the stars.

Papas I-IV Written by Zenith/Jasper.

Papa Nihil Written by Nyx

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Guess Who?

Papa Emeriti I, II, III & Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader

Game night takes a turn when you end up blindfolded and tied on the table, at the mercy of all of your beloved Papas. The name of the game: figure out who’s touching you. You win: you cum. They win: they use your body however they see fit.

For @da-rulah, because I sent her a scenario that hurt her wittle feewings, and so now I’m facing the consequences of my actions. I hope you enjoy, Bee. ✌🏻😘

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Words: 9.2k.

Reading Time: 37 min.

Warnings: aftercare, alluded/implied sex work, anal play, biting, bondage (using a rope), breath play, breeding, bukkake, choking, cream pie, cum eating, cunnilingus, degradation, fellatio, fingering, finger sucking, free use, gang bang, groping, MMFMM, objectification, plus size!reader, PIV sex, praise, premature ejaculation, pussy slapping, rope play, rough sex, running a train, sensory depravation (blindfold), skull fucking, spit-roasting, squirting, tag teaming, talking about you as if you weren’t there, tickle kink (if you squint), unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it folks), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex,

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Game night was usually a night reserved for only the brothers Emeritus, who usually enjoyed card games with only the three players. Every week without fail, the three men would gather in the wine cellar of the Ministry and play cutthroat games of Uno while drinking bottles of the Ministry’s finest by candlelight. It wasn’t often they’d invite a fourth in, rarely finding a person close enough to all three of them that they’d be able to relax and have fun with. But it wasn’t unheard of. Which is why the decision was unanimous when your name was thrown into the middle.

You were the favourite of all the Papas and the whole Ministry knew it. You were their closest friend and companion, the one who had the most in common with them and compassion for them. The one who made them feel the best both in and out of the bedroom. Yes, okay, the relationship you had with them all was… unique. It wasn’t often in any part of the world that brothers would share a woman and be happy doing so. But if it worked for all of you, you’d hardly say no. There was something so deliciously degrading about being passed around the Ministry’s highest ranking men like a commodity to be shared - as though you were nothing more than an object. It was so delicious because it wasn’t true. Of all the people you’d been with during your time at the Ministry, no one had treated you more kindly, more respectfully, and prioritised your pleasure quite like the Emeritus brothers. And so, almost every evening, you’d find yourself ‘rented’ for the night, and would end up tangled in the sheets with one of the Papas. And every time you needed to perform a ritual, it was always to one of them you’d call.

They’d tried getting you in on game night a few times before, but it just so happened that you were usually busy and had made plans before they’d been able to ask. How popular could one person be?

It turned out you didn’t have so many friends that they all kept you busy, rather you had one friend who took up most of your time away from the three Papas: Cardinal Copia. The Cardinal had inadvertently kept you all to himself mostly because you were his closest friend. Copia was the kind of man to put all his effort into one relationship rather than several, which meant you were the only one of his friends he wanted to spend time with. As that was the case, he had taken up so much of your free time, he made it impossible for the Papas to pin you down and drag you to game night. So, they dragged the bumbling Cardinal to game night, too.

The five of you were hunched round an aged table, the thing losing its integrity from the little upkeep that was done to it over the years. The layers of stain and paint gave it a more plastic feel, and one of the legs was propped up with the King James’ Bible, the book itself dirty from years of shoes resting on it. Clockwise, Primo headed the table, followed by Copia, You, Terzo and ending with Secondo. You only had two cards left, and felt smug at that. The closest person to you was Secondo, who had 3 cards. Everyone else was five cards or, in Copia’s case, much more. The typical banter and shit-talk ensued, you teasing Terzo about how you were going to win, Primo constantly pulling the cheapest moves like adding +2 cards or reversing so that Copia would have to draw more or wouldn’t get to play. Copia promising violent vengeance every time Primo screwed him over, which would earn titters of amusement from Secondo and Terzo.

Finally, Terzo had played his card allowing you to drop your penultimate one on top of his, your red 4 landing on his blue 4, with a cheery “Uno!” falling from your lips, despite Primo and Copia’s conversation that was murmuring in the background.

Secondo sighed and rolled his eyes. “Cardinale!” He called, breaking up the conversation. “It is your turn.”

“___ hasn’t had her turn yet.” Copia protested.

“She just did.”

Primo smirked, a devilish smile on his lips. “Our dear ___ didn’t claim ‘Uno!’. You have to take five cards.”

“I did!” You exclaimed, offended at Papa Primo’s accusations. You told him as such.

“I didn’t hear you.” Copia claimed.

“To be fair, Cardinale, you were talking.” Secondo insisted, fighting your corner.

Terzo sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “There is nothing for it, amore.” He exclaimed. “Two insist you did not say it, two insist you did. Therefore, you must be punished some way, no? Either, take five cards like my fratello told you to do, or…”

“…Or?” You asked impatiently, bracing yourself for Terzo’s ultimatum. You knew it would be a suggestive offer, but you didn’t know exactly what he’d choose.

“Or, you take off that pretty little habit of yours and play the rest of the game in your underwear.”

Secondo jumped in. “___, you don’t have to do either.”

Primo, who secretly hoped you’d choose Terzo’s second option, also chimed in. “Well, you do have to take five cards if you don’t get naked for us.”

“Papa?” Copia asked, eyebrows raised. He clearly wasn’t expecting Primo to go along with it.

“What? You cannot expect an old man to be completely adverse to a beautiful woman stripping herself bare for my enjoyment - provided she consents, of course.”

Terzo, “If anyone objects, speak now or forever hold thy peace.”

Everyone immediately shot subtle glances at Copia, expecting the only man in the room who you’d not fucked yet to object. But, with blushing cheeks, he sat back and much to everyone’s surprise, remained quiet.

You slammed your card on the table and stood from your seat, hands immediately flying to and removing your veil. “This is bullshit.” You said, undoing the buttons at the front of your habit before pulling the whole thing over your head. You were met with sounds of appreciation, whistles, hoots and hollers - most of which came from Terzo who was more than happy to watch you reveal your gorgeous, plump body in order to win the game. You sat back down, breasts and stomach jiggling with the force, thighs splaying out against the chair as you sat. You watched as Secondo was mesmerised by your curves. He said nothing, wanting to keep things with you as respectful as possible, but he loved your body: loved watching it bounce each time he fucked into you, loved laving and sucking on your nipples, biting them just to earn that sound from your throat. It didn’t matter that he was a middle aged man with the total ability to control himself, when it came to you, he was a constant horny mess.

The game continued, Copia had his turn, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, then back to you. Finally, and with much grumbling from the rest of them, you played the final card and won the match. “And I did it all whilst naked.” You bragged. “This is why you never invite me to this nights - you know I’ll kick your ass.”

“We don’t always play Uno, you know.” Primo stated, resting his elbows on the table.

“Doesn’t matter, any game you throw my way I’ll win.” You responded petulantly.

“Oh you think?” Terzo asked, eyebrows raising.

“I know.”

“Prove it.” Secondo sounded from the other side of the table.

“Name the game, Papa.”

“What did you have in mind, fratello?” Questioned Terzo again.

Secondo sat back, his body language oozing confidence with a menacing glint in his eyes. “A game even our friend over there can play if he’s willing.” He gestured to Copia, who swallowed nervously. “We got some rope down here, some cloth. We strip you naked, blindfold you, and touch you however we want. You have to guess who it is. You guess correctly, we make you cum then move to the back of the line. Guess incorrectly, and we get to do what we want to you. You have to guess the majority correctly in order to win, if you don’t, well, we’ll decide what happens to you. Think you could win then?”

“Easy.” You challenged.

“Oh, you think so?”

You stood up. “Copia, you in?”

“I- I…” He stammered, torn between wanting to play but not wanting to ruin your friendship.

“Whatever you choose, I’m happy.”

“I… I’ll play.”

Primo patted him on the shoulder. “Good man.”

“Well then,” you reached round your back and unhooked your bra, throwing the fabric to the stone cold floor and feeling your nipples harden at both your arousal and the change in temperature, “let’s play.” Your panties were the next to go, followed by your shoes and socks, leaving you stood on the wine cellar’s floor naked as the day you were born. With each move you made, your body jiggled slightly, earning more groans of appreciation from the men who remained. Terzo even coming up behind you and pressing himself against you, hands roaming all over your body and grabbing handfuls of you where he could.

“Can’t wait for you to guess incorrectly so I can fuck you dumb, tesoro.” He whispered into your ear before biting it.

“Leave you with blue balls.” You teased.

“We’ll see.” He stepped away from you and gave your ass a slap, watching it wobble with the force. He bit his bottom lip and moaned like he’d just eaten something delicious. “We will see.”

Secondo had gone and returned from getting the rope and cloth he saw, and began to bind you up in it, using the rope to tie your hands behind your back. “Your safe word is ‘bottle’, amore.” He told you placing a chaste but gentle kiss on your shoulder blade. “Does this feel okay?” He asked pulling on the rope.

“It feels fine, Papa.” You replied, feeling heat gather in your core and your breath already labouring.

“You ready for the blindfold?”

“Yes.”

And with that, your vision was blinded, your sense of sight plunged into darkness as Secondo tied the cloth gently behind your head, checking to make sure you were comfortable, before guiding you into position. You were lay against the small table, your head barely supported, with most of it hanging over the edge. You were lay on your back with your legs spread, your hands taking the weight of your back as it arched over the top of them. Your breasts had, for lack of a better term, pancaked as gravity was inistent on pulling them down. But even though Terxo made fun of that term, he loved the way you looked on your back for him. Your cunt was entirely on display with just how wide your spread legs had opened your labia, your wetness already visible to the men who stared at your body hungrily, like animals about to feed for the first time in weeks.

You felt Secondo kiss your thigh once before disappearing to join his brothers. Then, you heard all four of the men, in unison, say, “Carta, forbice, sasso!” Followed by skin slapping on skin.

Those fucking idiots were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who was going to go first. You heard a few grumbles, but couldn’t make out who made what noise.

You heard footsteps.

The sound of a glove sliding against skin. Twice.

Those gloves falling to the floor.

Then you felt it. A thumb running up and down your slit, gathering your wetness before finally rubbing over your clit - tight, little circles designed to drive you mad. Your hips bucked at the touch, a gasp escaping your lips at the surprise touch. His four fingers rested on your mound as an anchor, allowing more precise movements, and for him to put more pressure on your clit. You struggled against the rope, your hands moving out of habit wanting to reach your nipples, to pinch and pull at the buds like you usually did when someone played with your bundle of nerves. But the rope bit at your skin, burning slightly as you fought against it and making you scream out in frustration. “Fuck!” You breathed, body writhing beneath the calloused thumb. You wanted to try an work out who was doing it to you so you could win the game, but your mind went blank the second his thumb touched you.

The teasing was very much a Terzo trait, but the use of his thumb wasn’t. Terzo usually teased using his mouth or his cock. He didn’t have the drive to use one of his hands. Secondo used his hands a lot, loved to plunge them deep inside you and finger you open for him, having you screaming and begging for him to touch your clit. Which is how you knew this wasn’t Secondo. It couldn’t be Primo - he didn’t have the heart to tease. He’d always give you what you asked for in a heartbeat. Which meant it must have either been Terzo or Copia. As you’d never had sex with Copia, you couldn’t be sure what his methods were - and this touch did feel foreign. “Is it… is it Copia?”

You heard laughter from the other side of the room, followed by a “Dammit!” from Copia. “It’s me.” Copia pulled up one of the chairs and situated himself between your legs, getting himself ready for the task of making you cum. You felt his hot breath against your centre, erratic little puffs that hit your wet skin as he breathed through his nervousness. He took his time with you, almost as if he was psyching himself up. Copia had fucked before, and he was good at it. But he’d never fucked you. You could imagine that he was nervous because he wanted you to think he was good. And, if you had use of your hands, you’d tangle them in his brown hair and stroke his head gently, reassuringly. But instead, all you had were your little grunts of desperation to softly urge him on.

His moustache was the next thing you felt, tickling against your folds as his mouth made contact with you. The course hairs ran against your sensitivity as his tongue darted out to lap up the juices that were spilling from you. You could feel your hole clenching around nothing, screaming for something to fill it while Copia toyed with your clit, but he made no move to fill you, instead putting more pressure on you with his tongue as he continued to move up and down your slit, until finally he made permanent contact with your clit.

He tightened his tongue to make the tip more pointed to get a precise lick to your clit, swirling around it with his muscle and causing you to cry out in response, fighting against your restraints. His hot breath kept coming out from his nose, heightening your senses and making you hyper aware of just how much of a mess you were as tit hit the wetness seeping from you and making you feel cold. Your nipples were so hard and needing someone to play with them while Copia continued to drink you down like he was dehydrated.

He alternated between using his tongue only and pressing filthy kisses to your folds, practically making out with your cunt to get you off quicker. You could hear the sound of his lips smacking against your body, in between the broad strokes of his tongue he was providing for you. Tiny grunts would escape his lips as he ate you alive, treating you like the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you held down as much as he could so he could devour you easily. You could feel your high coming faster than you’d anticipated, or even wanted, but he was working you towards that end so fucking well, you were losing your breath and your mind.

“Copia, fuck!” You screeched, breathlessly. Your nails were scratching against the wood of the table, feeling the gross stickiness from the drinks’ condensation underneath your body, but feeling more filthy and used than disgusted. Your brain reminded you that you weren’t alone, that there were three other men watching this go on with just as much pleasure as you. You wondered if they were touching themselves. If they were watching you writhe with pleasure and stroking their cocks at the sight.

Copia’s lips wrapped entirely around your clit, moustache now soaked from your cunt, and he sucked. Hard. That tongue he used so precisely before was now slapping against your clit again, this time much faster than before. Because of this, the surprise change in pace and pressure, your orgasm hit you so violently, every single one of your nerve endings exploded beneath his touch, and set off a chain reaction around the rest of your body. Your muscles tensed, your breath was snatched from your lungs, your eyes (beneath the blindfold) closed even tighter, and your mouth had hung open in a perfect ‘o’, allowing a strangled moan to leave from your tightened throat that had closed in the strain of your orgasm. All the while, Copia refused to let up, keeping the pressure going even when you were trying to kick him away. He didn’t stop until he was sure your orgasm had subsided. He pressed one final kiss to your clit before he stood up and walked away, leaving you alone and spent on the table, recovering from one of the best orgasms of your life.

“Did that feel good, tesoro?” You head Terzo ask from the other side of the room. No one had approached you yet, meaning you couldn’t gauge whether Terzo was next or not.

Your brain was still scrambled, and you were barely able to manage a “uh-huh,” to respond to him, which earned a chuckle from all four of the men in the corner.

When the laughter died down, you heard more footsteps approaching you, stopping this time at the right side of you. You felt the silk of a robe glide over your bear skin, but as all of the Papa’s robes were made from the same material, you could only rule out Copia at that point.

You jumped in surprise at the feeling of four fingers immediately touching your stomach, rubbing two large, soft circles into the skin just to tease you. Those four fingers broke off as his hands went in two separate directions. The first moved upwards, running up over the mound of your breast, stopping to play with your right nipple - pinching and pulling at the bud just as you liked, and had needed for the past however long they’d been playing with you. The second hand moved downwards, mimicking the actions of the first by pinching and pulling, except this time it was on your clit. He wasn’t as rough with your clit as he was your nipple, given that your were still probably sensitive from your orgasm, but the torture was too fun even if you were suffering a little.

Those fingers that were playing with your cunt slipped inside your hole, immediately curving upwards and hitting that sweet spot that had you singing so beautifully for them. You only had the opportunity to cry out once before you felt the hand on your breast reach up to your neck, and squeeze the sides gently. His fingers were rough, working to hit your g-spot over and over again and make you squirm at his touch, and you felt your body shake with the force of it. The way he was using his hands against you, plus the roughness of them and the pit stop at your breasts made you confident enough to make your second guess.

“S-Secondo?”

Your stomach and heart sank when you heard dark laughter coming from the guys in the corner of the room. Secondo’s gruff voice sounded from far away, loudly speaking over the sound of your wetness squelching as the fingers inside you kept up their pace. “Wrong, amore.” He said, all too happily for you to be comfortable.

You smelled wine and sandalwood when the man leaned down so his mouth was level with your ear. “You’re mine now, tesoro.” Terzo claimed, his voice dark and heavily accented. His words were stretched telling you he was smiling as he spoke, unable to form them correctly. He revelled in the deception, removing his hands from your body and bringing his fingers up to your lips. “Open up for me.” He commanded, and once you obeyed, he put his middle and ring fingers covered in your cunt juices into your mouth. “Clean yourself up. Suck on them like you do my cock.”

You took those fingers into your mouth beautifully, putting on a show for him in hopes that he’d go easy on your body when he took what he wanted from you. A gutteral groan sounded from his mouth as he watched your lips stretch around his thick fingers, tongue grazing along the underside as you cleaned yourself from his digits. You bobbed your head fluidly, like you usually did when you took him in your throat, moaning around him and rubbing your thighs together. He always liked to know he had an affect on you - maybe appeasing his ego would help you out.

He removed his hand from your mouth and you heard him walk to your feet. His hands pried themselves in between your thighs to show your cunt to him like a piece of meat being inspected by a customer. You waited with baited breath as he decided what to do with you, no doubt in your mind that he was staring at your wetness with that glint in his eyes: the one that shows his excitement but could be mistaken for sadism if you didn’t know him. Or maybe they were the same thing. You felt his fingertips trace up and down the inside of your left thigh, before that hand disappeared. With the other on your right ankle keeping your legs spread and the other one missing, you could feel anticipation pool in your stomach.

SLAP.

His hand had come down hard on your cunt, fingers colliding brutally with your sensitive clit and stinging at the connection. You screamed out, body jerking with the attempt to slither away and close your thighs, but Terzo had already got himself between your legs, and there was nothing you could do but take it.

SLAP.

“Terzo!” You screamed, feeling your sensitivity dial up several notches with the second slap.

“Do you need to use your safe word, tesoro?” He asked.

“No.”

“Brava.”

SLAP.

“Want you nice and red for me when I fuck you dumb, tesoro. I told you that earlier.” This time, he rubbed his thick fingers over your clit, soothing the wound he was inflicting. “You’re already dripping enough. I could just slide in now, couldn’t I?”

“Yes, Papa!”

You felt his arms wrap around your thick thighs and pull you towards the edge of the table. The rustle of his fabrics reached your ears telling you he was getting his cock out ready for you. Then you felt it: his heavy girth rubbing up and down your folds in typical Terzo fashion, the head rubbing against your cunt, encased comfortably by your lips. Every now and again, the tip would catch against your opening, and you held you breath for the push in that wouldn’t come until you least expected it. But when he did finally push inside you, your mouth fell open at the stretch. You were so sad you couldn’t watch his face, the look of it as he bottomed out on you always had you tightening around him. You were desperate to see his face crumpled up, showing you he loved being inside you.

“So fucking tight, tesoro.” He commented as soon as he was fully inside. You felt the crown nestle against your cervix, teasing you, reminding you that he was about to ruin you in all the best ways. He left you waiting for his true torture to begin, as you vaguely remembered that the only one who’d be cumming now was him.

He pulled out so his tip was almost entirely out of you, and then slammed back into you. The room echoed with the sound of the table scraping across the floor with the force of it. That sound, combined with your screams and whines, created the perfect symphony to Terzo’s onslaught.

Terzo always knew how to play you like a fiddle, pushing all of your buttons to have you walking beside the Gods. Today was no exception. Your legs had been extended to rest on his chest and over his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your thick thighs for leverage as he thrust all the way into you.

Terzo fucked you like he paid for you, his cock pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt as quickly as he could move, taking only his pleasure from your body. You were lucky with all of your lovers, they were all giving and had just as much fun making you cum as they had doing the same for themselves. But sometimes, when you’d behaved in such a way to earn a punishment, you’d see all three of them be incredibly selfish and just take. Letting them use you like that, given the stark juxtaposition of their regular behaviour, always had you dripping for them, enjoying being nothing more than a living toy - a warm hole to sink into.

You clenched around Terzo’s cock as he fucked you - used you - for his own enjoyment. And, over the sounds you and your body were making, you heard Terzo’s rough voice. “Come here!” He said to someone else in the room. You heard footsteps that stopped beside Terzo. “Wrap your hand around her throat.”

The person obliged, their footsteps ending up by your head and then dropping their hand to your exposed neck. Terzo already had your body bouncing against him, ricocheting against his thrusts every time. The hand, because of this, had a little trouble grabbing onto your body, but eventually he managed it. His fingers and thumb rested against your esophagus and squeezed inwards, not restricting your airflow completely, but just enough to have you feeling the effects. Your mind had almost entirely melted, thinking of nothing other than Terzo’s cock pounding away inside you, hearing your own desperate whimpers as the hand around your pretty little neck heightened your pleasure and sensitivity.

“Who is it, tesoro?” Terzo asked, breathlessly. “Whose hand is that around your pretty little neck?”

The hand loosened enough to allow you to concentrate fully, but still rested on you to remind you of its presence. You had no idea. Not a single thought floated in your head. “Nuh!” You grunted with a particularly rough thrust. You had to guess someone. “P-Primo?”

You heard laughter, then Terzo’s voice cut through your brain. He made the sound of a buzzer, the kind of noise you hear when you get a question wrong. “Fuck her throat, Copia.”

“Fuck!” You exclaimed in irritation, kicking your feet against Terzo’s shoulder, gently.

More laughter sounded.

“Is that okay, ___?” Copia asked.

“Of course.” You replied. He obviously wanted verbal consent, so you gave him just that, hearing him walk towards the crown of your head and adjust himself so his cock was completely free. You were maneuvered so that your head hung off the edge of the table, allowing a completely flat throat, and letting the Cardinal slide into your open mouth easily.

He hissed at the feeling of your tight, wet throat engulfing him with no trouble, thanks to the position you’d been put in. Copia tried to be kind to you, thrusting softly down your throat, and pulling out often to give you some breathing time. But you began to notice that the longer he spent inside you, the more he forgot his manners, and would spend more time fucking you between the breaths he gave you. This would make you clench tighter around Terzo’s cock, in part because your body was reacting to the loss of oxygen, but mostly because the feeling of being so thoroughly used had your mind swimming. Your body loved being degraded - reduced to nothing more than a set of holes to be used at any given time. Besides, you felt like Satanic Tinkerbell - you thrived under as much attention as you could possibly get, and felt like you’d die without it.

“Cazzo!” You heard Terzo grunt. His movements grew more and more erratic the closer he got to cumming. “Look at her throat.”

“Don’t.” Copia hissed again. “If I look, I’ll cum.”

“I can see the outline of his cock down your throat, tesoro. Every time he fucks inside you, I see it.”

You whined around Copia’s cock which spurred him to thrust forward a little more violently than he meant to. He wrapped his hand back around your throat and squeezed, crying out at how much tighter you got. “Oh merda! Oh cazzo!” Copia screeched. And, with no warning and just a strangled grunt, you felt Copia thrust into you one final time before he emptied himself into your throat, hands still wrapped around your throat, but with no pressure to them. He poured so much of himself into you, his body overreacting to his first time inside you. You heard Copia’s disappointed sigh as pulled out leaving you to swallow his load with a slight ache in your throat. You felt a string of your saliva spill onto your cheek, only to get the cloth covering your eyes damp where it settled and got soaked up. pulled out of you, “Wanted to last longer.” Copia commented.

“She tends to have that effect on people.” You heard Primo say. You remembered the first time Primo fucked you, too, and how he also didn’t last as long as he wanted… in fact, it was the same for all of them. You couldn’t help the sense of pride that washed over you reminiscing over that fact. “You gotta build up stamina to enjoy her completely.”

You tightened. Out of all of them, Primo was the kindest towards you - so to hear him talk about you as if you weren’t human did something to you that you should feel ashamed about. But instead it only made you wetter.

“Merda!” Terzo groaned. “Gonna fucking cum into this slutty cunt. You want that, tesoro?”

“I want it!” You begged, breathlessly.

“How much?”

“I w-want you to fill me up so-oh bad, Papa! Fuck. Want y-you to fill me up and…” You cut yourself off, remembering that there were others present.

Terzo spanked your thigh and dropped his voice down to a quiet, husky plea. “Fucking say it. I dare you. Finish that fucking sentence.”

“Want y-you to fill me up and fuck a baby into me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

“You fucking whore!” Terzo exclaimed appreciatively. “Sathanas!” And that was all the warning you got before Terzo also emptied himself into you, cock twitching in over sensitivity as rope after rope shot into your cunt, his fingers digging into your plump calves as he tried to keep himself grounded. His knees were buckling at the force, and you felt his whole body tremble as it fought to keep him upright.

When his orgasm subsided, Terzo pulled out of you, a grunt coupling his unceremonious actions. He gently returned your legs to the table, trying to make sure that you were safe and comfortable again, before fiddling with his clothes. You assumed he’d turned to walk away, which is when you heard Secondo’s voice.

“Nuh-uh!” He scolded, clicking his fingers. You’d seen him scold Terzo before, there was no doubt in your mind that the click was followed by Secondo pointing to the problem. “Clean up your mess before someone else gets in there.”

You imagined Terzo rolling his eyes like a petulant teenager. He pulled up a chair, sat on it, and buried his face in your folds without warning. His tongue delved as deep as it would go, licking his own cum out from your cunt. Where his tongue wouldn’t reach, his fingers did, and every drop of himself was gulped down with attitude. He didn’t care a button for your pleasure this time, purely being down there just to clean you out to be used again. When he had finished, he patted your thigh twice and left you waiting and wanting for the next person.

“Wait,” you said quickly hearing all movement in the room stop, “if I keep my hands to myself, can you untie me? It’s starting to hurt.” The rope was burning against your skin now to the point where you could hardly stand it anymore. And, given that both of your arms were tied behind your back and you were laying on them, your arms felt dead and your back had begun to ache.

“Of course.” Terzo replied without thinking. He turned on his heels and rushed back to the table, his hands on your shoulders. “Sit up for me, tesoro.” He ordered, his voice much more kindly than it had been before. He helped you to sit upright. “That’s it - brava ragazza.” You felt his deft hands working at the rope Secondo had tied, making short work of it given that it was tied well. Once your wrists were free and the rope had been discarded, you felt Terzo’s gentle touch on your wrists, no doubt a little red from the irritation. “Ah, my poor amore.” He pressed his lips to them. “Battle scars, no?”

“So dramatic.” Secondo muttered from the other side of the room.

“I have some hand cream,” Primo said walking towards you, “it’ll be good enough until you get to one of our rooms and can be taken care of properly.”

“Thank you, Papa.” You replied, a soft smile on your face.

You felt Primo and Terzo rub the hand cream into your wrists, their fingers working to moisturise the skin and help repair it as quickly as possible. Primo always kept stuff like this in his pockets - hard boiled sweets included. He was such a grandpa sometimes it made you laugh. Prepared for an apocalypse - you’d tell him that every time he pulled something out of his bag or pocket that would help.

Once they’d finished, Terzo pressed a kiss to your hand and walked away, while Primo rested his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, the kind of kiss that had you sighing and leaning into his touch. “You’re doing so good for us, fiorellina.” He praised. “Just a little longer.”

Primo left you alone and everyone watched as you lay back down for them, body splaying out against the wood. Your hands went to the edges of the table, clutching on to try and stop you from grasping onto the next man who took his place between your legs.

Terzo’s voice sounded from across the room. “You have to get this next one correct, tesoro. Or we win.”

“I will. Of course I will, are we kidding?” You responded, determination in your voice.

The room was silent while the next man moved towards you - his footsteps slow and deliberate. His warm breath fanned out over your body, before finally you felt his tongue lave over your body: it ran all over your stomach, your thighs, back up to your breasts where he licked and sucked on your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, your hips bucking upwards as his mouth brought you so much pleasure. You had to resist the urge to clutch onto his head as you usually did whenever someone ran their tongue over your nipples. But that was when you felt it: a second tongue mimicking the patterns on your nipple and replicating it on your clit, pulling another moan from your mouth.

It was obvious that this was Secondo and Primo - although Copia had two chances, you doubt he’d have a third - or even that Terzo would come back for seconds.

“Secondo and P-Primo.” You said quickly.

“Well of course,” Terzo said, matter-of-factly, “but who’s doing what, tesoro?”

You thought you could get away with it, that they’d give you a break and let you have the win - but evidently not. “S-Secondo is - fuck -” you pushed your hips into the man’s mouth who was licking your cunt fervently. “Su-ucking on my clit.” It had to be, this was his style. He wasn’t usually gentle with your body, not when he’d been deprived for as long as he had been.

“And you think Primo is on your breasts?”

“Y-yes.”

“Take off the blindfold.”

You quickly lifted it off your eyes and immediately flinched at the candlelight, despite it being low. You’d been in complete darkness the whole time, it was hardly surprising that you were struggling to see. Your eyes were blurred, and they took a while to completely adjust, but when they did, a wave of relief washed over you. You were right. Your hands immediately flew to Primo and Secondo’s heads, putting pressure on Secondo’s because he was where you needed him the most, but everyone knew that Primo’s ministrations and work on your nipples would have you tipping over the edge in no time.

Primo lifted his mouth off your nipple and attached it to your lips, fingers tweaking the opposite bud in lieu of his tongue. This kiss was just as tender as his first one, filled with such passion you felt yourself grinding on Secondo’s tongue much faster in pure desperation.

“You are doing so well, fiorellina.” Primo echoed his words from earlier, voice low, those words clearly meant for your benefit and your benefit only. “You please us so well. Take everything we give like a good girl.”

“Papa!”

“Do you feel good?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Is my brother doing a good job?”

“Yes!”

“Tell him, fiorellina. Ask him to make you cum.”

“Please!” You begged, your mind so far gone you could hardly stand it anymore. For the first time since you looked down at him, you were able to drink in the sight of the man between your thighs, roughly sucking on your clit and pistoning his fingers in and out of you now like a man on a mission. You could only see the top of his head, given the rest of it was hidden by your cunt. You could only just see the bridge of his nose above your mound, his hands wrapped around your bruised, jiggling thighs, and him looking up at you through his lashes, a scowl on his brow with his determination to tip you over the edge. There was almost a predatory look in his eyes as he sucked you into his mouth, and it made your cunt clench tightly around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Papa!”You called out to him, your stomach flipping at the sight of him. “Your t-tongue feels so… good. I’m so fucking close. P-please make me cum, Papa-ah! Wanna cum. Wanna cum so-oh I can… I can feel your c-cock deep inside me. Fuck! Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking st-op. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Secondo had pushed his face further into you, his tongue roving deliciously over your clit every time he sucked on it harshly.

“Cumming!” You announced via scream, your back arching off the table and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Your voice stopped, cut like someone had just turned the sound off but continued to play the video. Your second orgasm was violent, and wet. So very wet. Your vision was the first to go, dark patches swimming over your sight and eyes glazing over and rolling back as drool poured from your open mouth. Your hands cramped where they were clutching onto the table, your desperation forcing them there right as your orgasm hit lest you draw blood from your Papas. Secondo growled into your cunt as you released your cum onto him and the table below, the sound of your squirt hitting the floor as it poured from your body, combined with Secondo sucking it down greedily had your toes curling and your orgasm continuing. It felt like it went on forever, sending electric pulses all over your body until you couldn’t stand it and damn near passed out. All the while, you had Primo in your ear whispering to you; reminding you to breathe, telling you it was okay. You barely registered the fact that his hand was resting on top of yours, fingers bent to completely cover you.

Secondo stood from his place between your thighs and moved to your head to kiss you, letting one of your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you as his mouth engulfed yours. Your other hand, which was still trapped beneath Primo’s, pulled out from its position and also pulled him toward you, breaking your kiss with Secondo so you could kiss Primo just as passionately. You felt Secondo’s fingers traverse the length of your body, before dipping back into your hole. “Mmmf!”You protested, muffled by Primo’s lips. You broke the kiss to look at Secondo. “Please not your hands!”

Secondo smirked. “You want my cock, hm?”

“Yes! Fuck. Please.”

“On your stomach then, amore.”

You climbed off the table before bending over it, letting your body squish against the wood so tantalisingly, you heard appreciative groans coming from everyone in the room. Secondo came back to his original position, and fumbled around with his robes before he positioned his cock at your entrance. You could feel the weight of it against you as he ran it through your folds, gathering your slick to lube himself up. The head of his girth rubbed against your sensitive clit, still twitching from the orgasm he gave you. Each rub caused you to whimper from the sensation, mouth hanging open and brow furrowing in pleasure.

When Secondo finally sank in, the stretch was divine. Secondo was so, incredibly thick and long, he reached depths that you had never felt before. Despite already being fucked once, your cunt was still forced open as though this was the first cock you’d taken in a long, long time. Your hands clutched onto the table again, grasping the edges tightly to ground yourself as you cried out, his own hiss of pleasure echoing in your ears as he, too, felt the effects of your extraordinarily tight pussy. He gave you time to adjust to him and his size once he’d buried himself all the way to the hilt, hands on your ass cheeks, gripping tight enough for the fat to squeeze between his fingers. A string of expletives in Italian fell from his lips, punctuated by a bite to your right hip. He thrust inside tentatively at first, hitting your cervix so deliciously, your eyes rolled back into your head and a delirious smile played on your lips. Secondo kept rocking into you, hitting that spot over and over again, gradually picking up the pace until he was fucking into you at a rough pace - the perfect pace.

Primo stood in front of you, watching your face as you took Secondo’s cock. Your hands unclasped from the table and moved to Primo’s clothed cock, standing to attention underneath his robes, and began to fumble with the fabric to free him. You wanted his cock in your mouth, just as much as you needed Secondo’s. You gave Primo’s cock two strokes at first, staving off the arousal just enough to get him into your mouth without him blowing too soon. Primo was always a delight to give head to - he was always so gentle, so appreciative, hands in your hair and sweet touches, never taking too much unless you were offering it and giving you kind praise as you worked hard to get him to cum.

Your first lick ran from base to tip, causing his toes to curl in his shoes at the pressure. But once you were at his head, you swirled your tongue around it, taking the whole tip in your mouth and sucking like you would taking cake mix off the spoon. You hollowed your cheeks to make a better suction for his head, and relished in the feeling of his hands in your hair, grunts of desperation slipping from his lips. You moved your hands to his hips and silently pulled them forward, sucking more of him into your mouth until that tip was right at the back of your throat, dipping down into your throat. All the while, you looked up at him through your lashes, big, doe eyes maintaining eye contact with him while your lips sinfully stretched around his cock.

“Oh my,” Primo commented, chest heaving from his lack of breath, “look at that. You look so pretty like this, fiorellina.”

He began to gently fuck your throat, pulling out completely to give you the opportunity to breathe, and bending down to kiss you ever now and then, before eventually feeding his cock back into your mouth, and repeating the process all over again.

In the meantime, behind you, Secondo was fixated on the way your cunt swallowed him whole, greedily pulling him back in and clenching down on his shaft as Primo sent those praises to you, and they shot straight down to your hole. You could hear Secondo’s own grunts and groans as he felt this, and just how feral he was becoming the longer he was inside of you. You were feeling so good, you were creaming on his cock, and Secondo couldn’t take his eyes off the juice that had gathered at the base, pulling and snapping with each time he pulled out then slammed back in.

He pushed his hand underneath your body and began to play with your clit again, stealing a moan from your mouth, muffled by Primo’s cock that was buried all the way to the hilt down your throat again. Secondo chuckled at your response, “You like that, amore?” He asked, his tone delightfully condescending, filled with a false sympathy that had goosebumps forming on your skin. “You like taking two cocks at the same time, hm? Like being used by four men in one day?”

“You should have seen the way her eyes lit up just now, fratellino.” Primo said, stroking your hair.

“Her cunt is clenching - I know how much she likes being a whore for us. Listen to her.” True enough, underneath your muffled whines and moans, everyone could hear the sound of Secondo fucking into you, how your wetness splashed around him and made it so, embarrassingly clear just how much you loved this. Secondo laughed again. “Look over at Terzo and the Cardinal, amore.”

You did as Secondo asked, pulling Primo out of your mouth to look at them over your shoulder. Terzo was, as expected, brazen with his thoughts, his cock completely out of his trousers again and his fist wrapped around it, darkened eyes trained on your body as you bounced off Secondo’s cock, and swallowed Primo’s with enthusiasm. Copia, on the other hand, clearly just as affected as Terzo, was still dressed from his earlier encounter with your mouth, but his hand rubbing over his cassock as discreetly as he could manage. You tightened again momentarily, relishing in the fact that you had four men rock hard and desperate to bury themselves in all of your holes.

“You should have seen the Cardinal earlier, tesoro.” Terzo teased. “How eager he was to fuck your throat.”

“Fuck.” You muttered, eyes watching your friend rut into his own hand. at the sight of you getting fucked relentlessly. There was something so incredible about being the centre of everyone’s attention, and the object of all their desires. How a man who you’d never even seen in a sexual light before, and you were sure hadn’t thought of you in one, was now trying to cum for a second time at the thought of you. “M-my hands are - fuck! Papa! - My hands a-are free.” You hinted, before taking Primo back into your mouth and curling your hands into loose fists, creating two new holes for Terzo and Copia to use at their pleasure. Of course, they leaped forward, and before you knew it both of their cocks had been spat on, then slid into your fists, and began fucking your hands as they would your cunt.

You were stuffed full, almost every hole imaginable filled with the cocks of the highest members of the clergy, at the mercy of the Emeritus brothers as they had their wicked ways with you. The rigorous snaps of Secondo’s hips had you bouncing along the table, meaning Primo could stand still and you’d take his cock completely hands free, with Secondo doing all the work.

From your peripherals, you watched as Copia used your hand, his own resting on the table as though he were too shy to touch you, despite wrapping his digits around your throat and making your airways tighter for him to fuck as he pleased. Terzo, however, a man used to being deep inside you and taking his pleasure from your body, had leaned over and landed a few, stinging slaps to your ass, watching as it jiggled with both the force of his hits and the backshots Secondo was giving you. That same hand he put in his mouth - his pinkie to be precise - salivated all over it, and then began to rub it over the rim of your ass, making you jump in surprise. And then, when you’d relaxed to his touch, he inserted the tip into your twitching hole, only down to the mid knuckle, but that combined with Secondo still playing with your clit had you tipping over into your third orgasm, body tensing and cunt fluttering around his cock.

Primo had pulled out, allowing you to breathe through it, crouching down and wrapping his own hand around his cock, stroking himself furiously. “That’s it, fiorellina. Cum for us. You’re doing so well for us. Such a good girl. Ah! Sathanas! I’m close.”

When you came back to your senses, you fixated your eyes on Primo’s desperately moving hand, willing it back into your mouth, but Primo wasn’t having it.

His voice dropped to a whisper so only you could hear him. “Can I cum, fiorellina?”

Unable to speak through your exhaustion, you nodded.

“Close your eyes for me.” He ordered.

You did as you were told, and mere seconds later you heard Primo groan and then his cum landing on your flushed cheek, nose, and upper lip.

“Oh, fuck! Look at her now!” You heard Terzo say, in awe of your fucked out state, covered in cum. “Shit, me too!” He pulled out from your fist and stood where Primo once was, stroking himself until completion over your face, groaning as the first rope of cum shot out and landed on your forehead. It dripped down onto your cheek, joining the first load of cum, along with hitting your nose.

It didn’t take much longer for Secondo’s orgasm to hit him, his thrusts becoming sloppy and fast until he buried himself as deep as he could inside you, falling onto your plush body as rope after rope spilled in your tight, wet heat. His hands were gripping onto your flesh so hard, you were sure he was going to leave bruises, bruises you were excited to see for days after so you could remember what happened on your first game night with the boys.

Copia was the last one to cum, his own stamina keeping him going just as was promised by Primo earlier. But even still, a few more thrusts and he was done, his own cum joining Primo and Terzo’s on your face but this time it hit your mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor when the load was too big to stick to your skin.

You all sat there for a moment, catching your breaths from the intensity of the evening. Primo, as predicted, was exhausted and making a joke about how his old body couldn’t keep up to everyone. Terzo had picked up that same cloth that was on your eyes earlier and used it to wipe the copious amounts of cum that had painted your face; the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a look of disgust on his face as he finished cleaning you up as much as he could. “You did so well for us, tesoro.” He said, his voice low and warm. “I would kiss you but…”

You laughed, “I understand.”

“Grazie.”

“I still won, though.” You announced, smugly. You yelped when you felt Secondo spank your ass.

“Alright then, champion.” He said. “Let’s get you properly cleaned up.”

Secondo helped you get your habit back on once he had pulled out of you, and let you lean on him as you walked. Your legs were like jelly from both the position you were in and from the three orgasms the men had put you through. You bade each of them a good night before Secondo pulled you to his room, running you a bath upon arrival. As the water filled the tub, he stripped you naked again and had you sit on the edge, a damp, soapy cloth in his hands using it to properly wash your face, and clean you of any cum Terzo hadn’t managed to get. “You let us be too rough for you, amore.” He gently scolded you, watching as your face reddened beneath the warm water.

“It’s nothing I don’t enjoy, Papa.” You retorted, equally as soft. “I’d use my safeword if I didn’t. You know it makes me feel good when you use me. I feel better the more animalistic you get.”

“I don’t think we talked about the reason why before.”

“It’s the fact that you want me so much, you revert back to primal instincts and take me fiercely. Like you’re staking your claim.” Your thighs squirmed at the thought.

“You didn’t get enough just now, amore?” Secondo asked, clocking your body’s response. He knelt down and spread your legs, watching your labia part and wetness seep out again. He frowned. “Your poor pussy took such a beating - she’s so red.”

“She can take more, Papa.”

He looked up at you darkly. “You want your Papa to fuck you again? Fill you up with another load of cum, hm? You’re that desperate for cock you want your Papa to fill you again even though you’ve just taken four?”

“Please, Papa.” You whispered, feeling your nipples harden with arousal.

He licked a stripe up your cunt, from your hole to your clit and had you jumping. “In the tub then, puttana. Let me claim you properly.”

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lilspacewolfie · 3 months

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Pretty please, could you write "Believe me, I will never be tired of you." with copiiia? Maybe even Lucifer Terzo? 🥺

Oh my Satan I needed this kind of softness so badly today. Thank you nonny *kisses your hand* Have a taste of Devil!Terzo <3

Content: 498 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, SFW, from fluffy dialogue prompts, very short and sweet, seriously my teeth hurt, anxiety disorder, heavy on the tenderness, pillow talk, no beta we die like nihil!

The evenings always seem to be when he’s at his most vulnerable—when his mind doesn’t quite get the message that it's time to relax, sleep, and not have an existential crisis.

Some nights are easier than others. Some nights, Copia’s head hits the pillow and he’s out like a light. Some nights, he has to fight down panic attacks and brewing anxieties in whatever ways he can. Most nights, however, he lays and stares at Terzo’s peaceful face like he’s currently doing.

His bare fingers fuss with the dark, sparse hair on Terzo’s chest. He’s been watching Terzo for a while now since they slid into bed, warmed from a shared shower and tender kisses. It always fascinates Copia. While Terzo appears to be at rest Copia knows He’s not—not entirely. The Devil doesn’t sleep.

He watches as Terzo’s white eye opens into a slit, gazing back like He’s been watching Copia the whole time. Copia doesn't doubt that He has, in His way. He feels Terzo’s arm that’s loose around his back move, sliding up until His fingers glide into Copia’s hair. It makes him shiver hot from his head all the way down to his toes. His anxieties are damped for the moment.

“Speak to me, topolino,” Terzo prompts softly, patient as ever.

Copia lets out a small huff of laughter, shaking his head where it rests on Terzo’s shoulder. He knows Lucifer could dig into his head if He chose to and it's not like Copia could stop Him. But He doesn’t; He never has. Terzo gives him a look and turns His face more towards Copia.

Copia tears his eyes away, embarrassed. “I don't want to bore you with the same problems, sua Maestà,” he mutters guiltily, tucking his head closer. He can feel Lucifer’s eyes on him. “It’s… it’s just the same worries as always.” The same overthinking, the same crisis of his fragile mortality and fear that—despite him being naked and flush against Lucifer—he’s still somehow unloveable.

Terzo’s thumb presses carefully into the knob at the top of Copia’s spine and His blunt nails in his hair raise goosebumps across his skin. When Copia feels Lucifer move, he lifts his head in time for His lips to press squarely between his brows—lingering.

“You are here with me, now, at this moment. You are safe, and you matter to me, Copia.” Lucifer speaks against his skin, arms curling around him, as protective and reassuring as His words.

Copia eyes flutter shut, guilt ballooning in his chest.

“You must be so tired of me,” he says with a weak laugh.

“No,” Lucifer whispers, firm but not unkind. “Believe me, topolino. I will never be tired of you.”

The fondness in His voice makes Copia’s eyes burn and his chest ache. Lucifer continues to kiss and touch him, with affectionate, soothing strokes that provide more reassurance than words can.

Eventually, Copia curls closer until he’s plastered against His side, safe and warm in His arms.

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#ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #terzo #papa emeritus iii #devil terzo tag #devil!terzo #Terzo Is The Devil #copiiia #canon x canon #cardinal copia x papa emeritus iii #alternate universes #ask red

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rotdistressxox · 2 months

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Headcanons: How the Papas treat you during your time of the month ♡

!nsfw undertones, afab body parts mentioned (obv)

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

• Knows when it starts and when it ends, he keeps a very close eye on those types of things. He even reminds you when it's coming up

• Has the most experience with this type or situation from the rest of his brothers because of his age.

• VERY Understanding

• Always there when you need to cry. Will try his best not to get on your bad side or tease you that often

• Constantly reassures you about your emotions.

• "My love, it's okay to be upset about (insert sort of dumb reason to be upset)"

• Washes your clothes when you accidentally get blood on them, you are NOT doing any physical labor on his watch.

• Will run you a nice bath with rose petals picked from the ministry garden.

• Will also read you your favorite book while you're in said bath.

• Gentle touches on your arms as he looks you in the eye to distract you from cramps.

• Spoils you rotten with kisses and whatever else you desire~

• Offers to give you other means of relieving pains. Wink wink

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

• Is also very experienced with this

• Wanna talk about spoiled rotten? THIS MAN WILL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT ON THE SPOT

• Use his body as a heating pad, especially his hands.

• The master at giving lower body massages to help soothe your pain.

• Kisses kisses kisses. He plants them everywhere when he senses that you need him.

• Will drop everything he's doing just to be with you for the day if you request.

• As the biggest and physically strongest papa, he will not hesitate to carry you anywhere if it gets that bad.

• Whispers romantic poetry in your ear while you take recovery naps.

• Also doesn't want you doing too much work, he'll send a Ghoul to watch after you whilst you do your daily tasks when he's busy.

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

• Prepares your bed. Propped up and fluffed pillows, your favorite texture of blankets folded right there for you. Unless, you'd like to spend the night with him ;)

• The least experienced out of all the Papas. His experience with lovers have been great in quantity but low in quality as they're all usually 1 night stands or short flings. Until...he met you.

• Of course he knows what a period is, but he struggles at first with not knowing what to do for you.

• Gets the hang of it very quickly tho

• Flowers and more flowers. Surprises you with a new bouquet everyday of the cycle.

• Wants to make you laugh and smile as much as possible, so expect a bunch of corny jokes.

• Is that a frown he sees?

• "What's the difference between a glass of wine and an erection" "I dunno?" "You're not giving me a glass of wine right now" "PAPA-"

• Is gentle as possible with you, doesn't want to overdo the affection. Because let's be honest, on a normal day he'd be sneaking you passionate kisses every few minutes

• Expect your favorite dinner every night for the next few days, he's pretty good at cooking.

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

• Even if you feel gross and ugly, you are still currently the sexiest thing ever to him. And he will definitely remind you of that.

• Does research on what to do, makes special plans for the both of you.

• Please, he also needs reassurance that you're okay. Otherwise he's going to be sweating his paint off worrying about you.

• Also a corny joke teller, they're more like dad jokes though.

• Gets food delivered for you. Unlike his brothers, he's a threat to the kitchen and not allowed anywhere near it.

• "Um...aha.... what size" gulp "what size- pu..ssy, do you wear?"

• Honestly he wants to know about what it's like experiencing it. So he always asks questions and is willing to learn more.

• Accidentally calls you his little ketchup packet, it made you laugh so hard that he thought you stopped breathing.

• Kisses and snuggles into your lower abdomen, he reallyyyy likes it when you're a little bloated because it provides extra cushion

• Literally melts when he sees you in your pajamas, cuddled up to a heating pad, and eating whatever.

Psst heyyy, thanks for reading my first post <3 ❤️

#the band ghost #secondo x reader #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus #papa emeritus iii #papa primo #papa emeritus ii #terzo #cardinal copia #copia #papa emeritus iv #copia x reader #terzo x reader #primo x reader

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regurgitatedsoup · 1 year

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Title: Rings

Author: @regurgitatedsoup

Fandom: Ghost

Pairing: Cardinal Copia and Papa Emeritus III

Characters: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus I, various nameless ghouls, and sister Imperator

Notes: NOT INCEST FIC, COPIA AND PAPA THREE ARE NOT RELATED AND THE STORY DOES ELABORATE ON THAT

Summary:

Five times Copia found Terzo to be ignorant, conceited, lazy, and immature and one time he didn’t

Alternatively: Five times Terzo found Copia to be stuck up, boring, and infuriating, and one time he didn’t

#ghost band #copiiia #Cardinal copia x papa emeritus III #nameless ghouls #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia #papa emeritus III

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 9 months

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👀 I see your requests are open again,,, I've been dying to ask for some ~spicy~ headcanons of the Papas showering/bathing with their S/O ? Thank you!

I also hope you are feeling better, stay strong tummy ache survivor ❤️

Spicy, you say? Heheheh *starts rubbing hands gleefully* spicy is what we shall have Also, ty!!! I'm feeling much better now than I was so I think it's safe to say my flare up has passed at this point. Whether I've jinxed that by saying this or not is get to be seen. As always, because of this containing spicy content I ask that minors DNI and please respect that boundary. I'm not responsible for what you consume, but YOU are responsible for respecting boundaries and not interacting with adults in adult spaces

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Primo I think is more of a bath guy than a shower guy if you both wanna get intimate in the bathroom

For him, seeing you hovering above him as you straddle him in the tub is the closest to a divine image that he'll ever see in this lifetime

Doesn't go water-sloshingly hard when he thrusts up into you, but it'll be hard enough to send you crashing into his chest if you're not prepared for it

He likes to take it slow with drawn out kisses and little bites of your lip

When you're both done and sated, he will also take his time washing your hair and body

He'll massage every inch of you and he won't stop until you're practically melting into the water

Whenever you both do decide to shower instead of have a bath, he's the first to get down on his knees and ravish you

Doesn't give a shit if it hurts his back or his knees. He always says that pleasure and pain are bedfellows and seeing you fall apart for him makes any pain in his back or knees worth it

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Absolute shower man

His favourite thing to do with you in the shower is to wash your hair and once the conditioner is in, he leaves it in while he gets down on his knees and has you bend over and spread yourself so he can get a taste

And he won't be stopping until he makes you climax at least twice

Not fussy about whether he rims you or performs oral on your sex, he's an oral fiend and the echoes of the noises he pulls from you are just as beautiful as the harmonious chorus of the unholy choir during Mass

When he's satisfied and he's finished washing your hair, he'll be desperate to slip inside you from behind

He likes it hard and fast, pushing your torso up against the shower wall with a hand around your throat

And when you think he's finally finished and you're getting out of the shower?

He makes you get on your knees and clean his length with your mouth. Only then will you be done

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

The opposite of Secondo in terms of pace

Just as in the bedroom, in the shower Terzo is slow, sensual, gentle, leaves you begging for more

He uses his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs around his hips, thrusting into you against the shower wall as the hot spray of water rains down on you both

Lots of neck kisses and hickeys scattered along your collar and shoulders

Will say the filthiest things into your ear, both to tease you and drive you closer towards your end

You end up having to wash yourselves for a second time because of the mess he makes of the two of you

Expect not to leave the bathroom until your skin is all prune-y

And if you want to get Terzo to make lots of noise, go down on him with one of his legs thrown over your shoulder and call him your "good girl". He'll be cumming in seconds

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

You're going to have to take the lead with him

Always the worrier, Copia is worried that he'll drop you if he tries to lift you in the shower

So naturally he's a little more comfortable with bath sex than shower sex

If you take the more dominant role with him, tell him what you want and what to do, he's like an obedient little pet

Tell him as such and he'll be even more eager to please

Spends a lot of time with his head between your legs. Much like Secondo, he's incredibly thorough with oral

Stroke his hair, pull it to direct him where you want him most, drag your nails down your back, it all gets him moaning and aching for you

It's a good thing he has stamina, because the needy, salacious sounds he lets out are far too pretty for just one round

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dantesunbreaker · 8 months

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Napping with the Papas(Headcanons)

Mildly suggestive for Terzo, but otherwise is SFW

Primo

As the eldest of the Emeritus brothers, he is no stranger to the need for a midday nap

In fact, his schedule usually has “nap time” penciled in most days in the afternoon

So when you come to him shyly asking if you could nap together he is quick to reassure you there is nothing to be shy about, he would love nothing more than to have a nice relaxing nap with you

Enveloping you in one of the large sleeves of his chasuble, Primo escorts you to somewhere more quiet and secluded, somewhere comfortable

Sometimes it is in his chambers, a proper nap where you lie together beneath the blankets, limbs tangled and intertwined

Other times it is in his office, curled up on the loveseat there, you resting back against his chest as he hold you in arms, chasuble acting as a blanket over the both of you

There have even been a few occasions in his gardens, both you relaxing on the bench feeding the birds, only to both unexpectedly doze off under the warmth of the sun

Each time is always filled with soft and loving kisses, sweet embraces that more than speak of the love you two share together

Sometimes, Primo will be the one to approach you, two cups of tea in hand with hopes for sharing a quiet nap together, whether it be due to his own need or his sense that you are working yourself to hard and refuse to admit your own need

Secondo

Good luck every getting him to admit it, but Secondo is excited whenever you come asking for him to join you for a nap

A relaxing break in the afternoon would be exactly what he needed, but refused to ever allow himself because that would admit to finally feeling his age

No matter what he is working on, Secondo will pause his work and softly lead you to his bedroom

But a nap with Secondo is never some quick rushed activity, he always gives you the full experience

Starts by having both of you undress and change into more suitable attire before climbing into the bed, and from there he gives you the most thorough massage

Once you are putty in his hands, he moves you both the rest comfortably under the sheets with you pulled to rest your head on his chest

You both fall asleep with you listening to the steady beat of his heart

Never sets an alarm, but somehow Secondo times it almost perfectly, waking you both from your nap after 30 minutes exactly, or an hour depending on how long of a day it’s been

Helps you redress and you walk together back to his office, parting with a soft parting kiss and plans to spend the night similarly after dinner

Terzo

Understandably, Terzo seems to misread the situation when he gets a text from you saying “Come lay in bed with me.”

Doesn’t matter if his working, playing UNO with his brothers, or talking with Omega, he is immediately dashing for your bedroom

The moment he is inside, Terzo is covering you in hungry kisses as he climbs onto the bed

You have to practically shove him off you just for enough pause to explain that isn’t what you had in mind, that you actually were just tired and were missing his company

Seems to deflate a bit, but just for a brief moment!

Because then he is immediately smothering you with kisses again, though this time softer and more loving instead of lust filled

Of course he will nap with you! Anything for his amore!

Shuffles under the covers with you and pulls you tight against his chest, holding you so you practically are lying on top of him

While most times, he won’t be tired enough to fall asleep himself, Terzo is content to lie there and simply run his fingers through your hair

Softly will sing some of his songs until your breathing slows as you succumb to slumber

Copia

Of course! You don’t have to ask Copia twice!

Sometimes it takes a bit more coaxing to get him to leave his work, but the moment you give a squeeze to his tense shoulders he always concedes

More often than not, the nap is entirely for Copia’s benefit

You can see how hard he works himself and know that he often isn’t getting enough sleep

It is you that pulls him back to his chambers, stripping him down from his many layer until just in his pants, shirt, and socks

He will drop into the bed, barely able to pull himself up to the pillows as he watches you pull back the blankets to lay beside him

Will be the one resting his head on your chest, your fingers playing with his soft graying hair as you slowly drift to sleep

You always wake up first, Copia curled up to your side and holding you possessively against him

Unless you know he has important matters that need attending, you will let him sleep as long as he wants as you hold him in your arms and admire him

The sweet soft look on Copia’s face as his eyes flutter open, looking up at you with the most innocent look of admiration makes it all so worth it

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #primo x reader #secondo x reader #terzo x reader #copia x reader #cardinal copia x reader #headcanons #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction

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earthry · 9 months

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Hello! Humbly requesting a HC of reader sending the Papa’s nudes.

Thank you for the request! I hope you don't mind that these aren't very detailed or as smutty as probably expected

tw: tiny bit spicy, riling the papas up

Primo

Peepaw’s still got it going on.

Will call you immediately and huskily ask you if you’re alone. When you tell him you are, he’ll instruct you step by step to touch yourself.

Turns into phone sex and you learn just how hot it is to hear him dominant and desperate at the same time.

When you’re both spent, he’ll come find you afterwards so he can give you proper aftercare and a very appreciative thank you for the nudes.

In the moment he can be pretty intense but afterwards he’s a teddy bear.

Secondo

Screenshots it and puts it as his Home Screen.

Will send you very detailed dirty talk about what he wants and will do to you the next time you’re both alone.

More affected by the nude then he lets on— will end up getting off to it and then sending you a photo of his own, telling you that you’d better take responsibility.

Terzo

Sends nudes back and fuck are they good. He knows the perfect poses and angles to really show himself off.

You’re the one who ends up flustered instead.

You end up finding him and jumping his bones and the two of you make love while you giggle and laugh because sex is supposed to be fun.

Afterwards he’ll give you tips and tricks on how to take better nudes because he’s a homie.

Copia

Almost has a heart attack and then almost drops his phone and then because he almost drops his phone, almost has a second heart attack.

Is not used to getting nudes and holy fucking shit you’re so hot fuck fuck— he needs like a solid ten minutes to get his brain functioning again.

You’re a little worried when the message reads as ‘✅ read’ but you don’t get a response. You’re about to apologize for sending the picture when he finally messaged you back and it’s just him asking where you are right now.

Hunts you down like a predator after he’s collected himself— he’s practically insatiable. You get a very thorough introduction to how he handles being sent nudes and you don’t regret it one bit.

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