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Copia on ICE! ~ part one ~
Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ At what would probably be your final Winter Olympics you needed to focus on realizing your dream of winning gold. You definitely didn't need to start a whirlwind romance with world famous speed skater Copia Emeritus...
~ I commissioned @enjoy-my-swearing to bring speed skater Copia to life so please take a moment to appreciate her amazing work (especially the butt sparkles) ~
Warnings: a vague understanding of how the Winter Olympics actually works also their ages are obviously gonna be a little funky so just roll with it, angst, fluff, smug copia, fingering, dirty talk, lots of kissing, nsfw, 18+ only mdni, about 15k words
“Elegant…graceful…soft.”
Your coach’s words echoed in your head as you skated across the ice. Reminders of how figure skaters should appear while they perform. The music to your short program reached its crescendo in your head and you pushed yourself into your first jump, quickly leaping into the second as you landed. You spun towards the stands with your arms extended out, smiling towards all the imaginary people looking on.
“Do you think he’s into fisting?”
“Jesus Christ Terzo!” You slid to a stop in front of where your friend and roommate was lounging against the rink wall staring at his phone. “What the hell?”
“I’m just asking!”
“But why are you asking me when you should be asking him?”
“I will but you know, one needs to prepare themselves for every possibility.” He glanced up from his phone with a smirk on his face. “Like fisting.”
“How about you keep your possibilities to yourself.” You skated to his side, placing your elbows on the low wall while you gave him a stern look. “And stop saying fisting.”
“Fine, fine.” His phone screen lit up and Terzo grinned at whatever was on there before he quickly typed out a response. When he was done he turned and gave you a quick grin. “Have I ever told you that you are my favorite person?”
“Yes, but you only tell me that when you have bad news or you want something.” Terzo’s grin wavered a bit but his phone lit up again and he giggled at whatever he saw on it. “Just spit it out Terzo.”
“Would you mind terribly if I left early?”
“How early? We still have the rink for a few hours.”
He winced, glancing at his phone again before sheepishly meeting your eyes.
“Now?”
“Now? Terzo, you need to practice!”
“SÍ, grazie coach, I know.” He pushed off the wall and skated around you to the opening. “I’ve been practicing for weeks. Months.” You watched as he grabbed his blade covers and went to sit on the bench where he’d tossed all his gear. “Years!”
“That’s the point Terzo! We do all this practicing for a reason, to get to where we are today.” You grabbed your own covers and followed him out of the rink. “You do remember we’re at the Winter Olympics, right?”
“We’re at the Olympics?!” Terzo gave an exaggerated gasp and you rolled your eyes. “Amica mia, I know this. How can I forget when you’re covered in feathers.”
Glancing down at your costume you let out a sigh. Swan Lake hadn’t been your first choice of song for your short program, mostly because you knew your coach would lean into the swan aspect way too much. White feathers decorated the fabric from your chest down to the short skirt. When you looked at the ground you could see a few feathers had fallen off and were scattered over the floor. With a huff you crossed your arms and looked back to glare at Terzo.
“At least I’m covered in something. Your costume is 80% lace. Does that even meet the regulations?”
“Omega liked it.”
“Oh well if Omega likes it then that’s all that matters.” You both glared at each other for a few beats before you sighed and trudged over to sit by him on the bench. “Is he a snowboarder?”
“Hockey.”
“Well Secondo will be pleased at least.”
“Eh, he plays for Sweden.” At that you winced, Terzo’s older brother was the head coach for team Italy and probably wouldn’t be thrilled Terzo was sleeping with someone from a rival team. “You should see him, cara mia. Wide shoulders, thick arms and an ass to die for.”
“That sounds like most hockey players.”
“No no, he’s not just a hockey player. He’s the captain.”
“The captain? Then why the fuck are you still here? Go get him!”
Terzo laughed, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on your forehead.
“I knew you’d understand.”
He bent down to start untying his skates and shoved them along with the rest of his things into his gym bag. You tried not to feel a pang of jealousy as you watched him work. Terzo was so much more carefree than you were, something you really appreciated in the last few years. You were still recovering from a knee injury when you first met him and his humor and kindness had done wonders for you. It also helped that as soon as you had met his older brother you basically had been adopted into the family.
Primo was a member of the curling team and while it wasn’t the most popular sport his success made him fairly well known. He had spent most of his life acting like a father to his three younger brothers. Their actual father, Nihil, had been absent for much of their life. If you asked any of them they would state that Primo was the head of the family and wouldn’t bring up Nihil’s name at all.
Secondo was the second oldest, an imposing and stern man to anyone outside his close circle of family and friends. He had spent most of his life playing hockey, one of the best goaltenders that the sport had ever seen. His nickname was Bone Daddy although few dared call him that to his face. The design of his mask was that of a terrifying skull, a design he had claimed had been used by Emeritus family members from long ago.
Although you were pretty sure the story he told you about the family running a Satanic Church was completely made up.
His terrifying reputation on the ice was enhanced by the fact that under his mask and helmet he painted his face with the same skull design. Secondo reveled in pulling his mask off to startle members of the opposing team and referees alike. He probably would still be tending goal if he hadn't injured his shoulder years prior. Now he was the head coach of the Italy team, skull makeup still proudly worn every game and oftentimes in between.
The one brother you hadn’t met yet was Copia. Although with as much as the media loved to talk about him each Winter Olympics you were surprised you hadn’t. Copia was one of the most decorated athletes in any Olympic sport. You had been hoping to run into him at some point, mostly just so you could meet the entire family, but deep down you could admit there was another reason: Copia Emeritus was gorgeous.
The entire family was to be more accurate, but Copia was the face that had the habit of popping into your head when you were daydreaming. It didn’t help that he seemed to be everywhere right now. With what was being touted as his last Olympic Games it seemed like every reporter was clamoring to interview him. You’d seen his face across a majority of the magazines littered around the Olympic village lounge area and you really hoped Terzo never found the one you had already swiped to look at later.
Your musings were interrupted when Terzo zipped his bag closed and stood up, seemingly looking around for something. You snorted when you realized what he was missing.
“You left your coat in our room, remember?” Terzo’s shoulders slumped and he groaned. “Something about ‘giving everyone a show’ while we walked here?” When he grabbed yours that you’d thrown over the rink wall you got up as well. “Hey, no that’s mine!”
“Per favore, amica mia?” He got distracted by his phone beeping again and after a quick look he turned to you even more desperate. “Omega wants to go sightseeing and then go back to his room after…”
“And you’re dressed like that.” He nodded at you while he pouted and really, that shouldn’t work as well as it did. “Ok, fine! You might as well take my sweatpants too, don’t need the entire town seeing your ass hanging out.”
In short order you had your friend bundled up and ready for his date. It was cute to see him continually checking his phone, you’d never seen Terzo so excited about a date before. You were about to go back out on the ice and start practicing again when the doors at the back of the stands opened and a figure blocked out the light.
“Terzo that guy looks like he could break you in half.”
“Fuck I hope so.” He pulled you into a fierce hug before starting up the stairs. “Don’t wait up!”
“I suppose I’ll need to take your bag back to our room?”
Terzo turned and flashed you a grin before making it up to Omega and practically launching into the guy’s arms. Omega held up a hand and you waved back, lowering it with a sigh when the two men went out the door and left you alone. You turned back towards the rink, shooting a glare at the two huge bags you’d now have to lug back to the village. Well, no use worrying about that now, you had two hours left to practice and you were determined to get your routine perfect.
Anything less than that wouldn’t get a medal around your neck.
Hours later you were exhausted and desperately wanting to be out of your costume and back in your room. Easier said than done considering you had to lug both yours and Terzo’s things back with you.
“Goddammit. Ugh!” You straightened up, lifting Terzo’s bag and slinging it over your head as you turned. “He better be the lay of the centur—shit!”
As you turned to head towards the exit you ran right into a solid something. You immediately took a step away but with the extra weight hanging off your back you kept going, falling backwards and landing on your ass. With a groan you let your head fall back onto the ground. The man you had slammed into was laughing, a deep chuckle that reminded you too much of Terzo. You heard fabric rustle and then felt a hand touch your knee.
“Is uh, everything okie dokie?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” With a groan you started to sit up, flailing a bit until the man grabbed one of your hands to help. “You know you shouldn’t sneak up…oh.”
Copia Emeritus was mere inches away from you.
His brown hair was combed back, flecks of gray catching on the fluorescent lights. There was some dark makeup around a familiar set of eyes, one green and one white. A carefully groomed mustache sat above a full set of lips. Your eyes couldn’t help but trail down his body, the jacket was emblazoned with the colors of the Italian flag. Below that he seemed to be wearing a uniform, tight fabric hugging his hips and—
“Sneak up on?”
“Thighs!”
Damn it. You dropped your head into your hand with a groan.
“Did you hit your head?”
“Uh, yes?” The man crouched down again, a gloved hand pulling your own away from your face. When you dared to look at him he was smirking, another familiar feature shared with your friend. You decided to try for indifference and hoped he bought it. “Copia?”
“Copia.” He placed a hand on the back of your head, his fingers probing through your hair. You tried to swat at his hand but he easily grabbed it with his free one. “Quit that, I’m trying to make sure you aren’t hurt.”
“I’m fine! It’s fine.” Copia pulled away, holding his hands up in surrender. You ignored the little pang of…whatever after he did so. Instead you focused on pulling the bag straps off your shoulders and trying to get up. Sheepishly you met Copia’s eyes, scrunching your nose up at the amused look on his face. “Could you lend me a hand?”
“Oh now you want a hand, eh?” He chuckled at your grumbling, taking your hands and easily pulling you to your feet. “Upsy daisies.”
“Daisy.”
“Is that your name?”
“No, it’s—upsy daisy. Not daisies.” When Copia gave you a confused look you groaned and turned around, glaring down at the bags. There were more feathers from your costume resting on the ground and you quickly knelt down to grab them. “Damn it.”
“What is this anyway?” You looked up at him as you picked up the feathers, narrowing your eyes at the fingers wiggling your way. “Your clothes.”
“It’s my costume.”
“Costume for what?”
“I’m a figure skater.”
“Ah, so you probably know mio fratello, Terzo.”
“Unfortunately.” You chose to ignore how handsome his smile made him look, standing up again with a handful of white feathers. He kept eyeing your costume, looking up and down your body with what you hoped was appreciation. “What?”
“You are uh, una paperina?”
“Huh? Yeah. You know, Swan Lake.” Copia was biting his lip, looking to be about two seconds from laughing. Ok so, not appreciation. “What now?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing. Just remembering Terzo covered in feathers when he skated to that too.”
“It’s a popular song.”
“Sí, I think everyone skates to it at least once.”
What the fuck?
“And? It’s a good song!”
“Paperina, I didn’t say it wasn’t.”
“Skating to Swan Lake is a lot more difficult than skating in a circle.”
Ha! That got him. Copia’s eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Is it now? Have you ever watched speed skating?” He huffed when you shook your head. “I think if you watched you would change your mind.”
“Yes, well I’m busy right now so I’ll take a rain check.” You turned and knelt down again, shoving the feathers in a pocket of your bag and then slinging the strap over your head. “It’s late, I’ve gotta get back to my room.”
“Do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”
“What?” As you stood up you couldn’t stop yourself from wavering on your feet again, but this time Copia kept his hands to himself. “What are you talking about?”
“Ah, doesn’t the swan turn into a pumpkin if they aren’t back home at midnight?”
“You are mixing two very, very different fairy tales.” Copia shrugged, seemingly unbothered with fairy tale lore. As you reached down and picked up Terzo’s bag your balance shifted again but you moved away when Copia reached out to steady you. “I got it!”
“Has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are Paperina?”
“Once or twice.” You took a few steps to the side to go around Copia but he moved to block you. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?”
“Once or twice.” God, even his smile was annoying. And handsome. Damn it. “I’m actually looking for my brother.”
“He left a while ago with some guy.”
“Of course. Hockey player?”
You couldn’t help but grin, it was clear Copia knew his brother well.
“The captain of the Swedish team in fact.”
“Ha! Secondo is gonna love that.” He looked down and motioned towards Terzo’s bag. “Isn’t that his?”
“I’m taking it back to our room for him. Apparently. Hey!”
“Allow me.” He easily tugged the bag out of your hands, grinning in response to your narrowed eyes. “Where’s your coat? It’s too cold out there for Swan Lake.”
“Terzo needed it more.” At Copia’s raised eyebrow you just shrugged. “His costume has a lot of lace.”
“Ah, should have known.” He sighed and set his brother’s bag down, bringing his hands up to the zipper on his hoodie and quickly pulling it off. “Wear this while I walk you back.”
“I don’t need your escort or your hoodie.”
“You are unfortunately getting both Paperina so chop, chop. Let’s go.”
You both stared each other down, although his look was much more amused than yours was.
“Fine, whatever. Gimme.” His little smug grin had you gritting your teeth. It was unfair that he looked this good. Once you had his hoodie on and zipped up you held your arms out. “Happy?”
The look he gave you then was definitely appreciative. Lingering long enough on your face that you hoped he thought your red cheeks were from the cold and not your blush.
“Molto felice.” Copia easily swung Terzo’s bag over his shoulder and gestured for you to go ahead of him. “You first Paperina.”
The walk back to the Olympic Village was mostly quiet. Once or twice you thought you heard him singing softly under his breath but he stopped whenever you glanced his way. You were trying very hard not to stare at him. Copia carried himself in that confident way athletes at the top of their game had. It made you self conscious and you immediately straightened up, pulling your shoulders back and correcting your posture.
It had been a while since you’d been at the top of yours.
The large lounge area on the main floor was still mostly full. Athletes from all sports and countries getting to know each other or sitting quietly on their own. Four years ago you’d be down here with them, finding new friends and connections. You couldn’t afford that this year though, not with so much on the line.
“Paperina?” Copia’s voice dragged you from your melancholy thoughts. You expected to see an amused look on his face but instead he looked almost concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yes. I’m good. Actually this is good.” He raised an eyebrow when you held your hands out for Terzo’s bag. “I got it from here.”
“Terzo already bitched at me about how far away his room was, let me help.”
“No it’s fine, really.” Copia sighed, seemingly understanding he wasn’t going to win. “Thank you for your help though.”
“It’s nothing. The least I could do, uh, since my brother left you.”
“I’m not mad, it was for a good cause.”
“Sí, a hockey captain.” You stared at each other for a moment, long enough that you started fidgeting under his stare. “Have a good night Paperina.”
“You too Copia.”
He gave you one last smile before turning and heading off, disappearing into a crowd of Canadians. With a sigh you began to make your way towards the elevators for your section of the dorms. Terzo was right, your room was far away. But it was nice to be able to room with your friend. You knew Terzo had thrown his family name around, and probably a little money, to make it happen. It made times he did stupid things like tonight more bearable.
Still, it didn’t stop you from dropping both your bags down in front of your door with a curse aimed his way. Another curse left you when you noticed the sock on the doorknob. You started knocking on the door sharply, turning your hand to hit it with the side of your fist when nothing happened.
“Terzo!”
There was muffled cursing behind the door and the sound of something being knocked over before it opened and your friend shoved his head through the opening.
“Sí?”
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? Didn’t you see the sock?” You flinched back when Terzo yanked it off the doorknob and swung it in front of your face. “I’m having sex!”
“Good for you, why are you having sex in our room? I thought you were going back to Omega’s!”
“Ah well, you see his roommate had already claimed the room. So. Here we are.” Terzo’s grin turned into a grimace when you twisted his nipple. “Ai! I just got that pierced!”
“I don’t care! I am tired, I am cold and I’m dressed like a fucking swan. Let me in.”
“I am begging you to go away.”
“Where am I supposed to go?!”
“I don’t know! Go mingle downstairs! Show off your feathers.” He jerked back, slamming into the door to get away from your fingers. “Stop pinching!”
“Stop being an asshole!”
“Amica mia, please. Omega.” Terzo gestures towards the door in that hopeless way he did when he was struggling to find the right words. “I like him.”
“Like like?” He rolled his eyes but gave you a quick nod. Goddammit. “Alright! But just tonight though!”
“Sí, sí. Just tonight.” Terzo tugged you in for a quick hug, pressing a noisy kiss into your temple before pulling away. His hands lingering on your shoulders as he looked down at your chest. You were about to tell him off for staring before you realized he was looking at the hoodie. Copia’s hoodie. “Where did you get this?”
“Your brother came looking for you and took pity on me.”
“Maybe he just didn’t want to be seen next to that costu—ow, ow! What did I say! They are healing!” He hissed at you as he pressed himself back into the door, his arms crossed comically high on his chest. “Are you two friends now?”
“Sure, we’re best friends. I think we’ll room together at the next Olympics.” When Terzo started waggling his eyebrows you groaned. “Shut up.”
“This is his last one, amica.” You gave him a questioning look but Terzo just shrugged. “That’s what he’s been saying at least.”
“Anyway, how long do you need? Five minutes? Ten?”
“You did see Omega, right? Try five hours.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought and Terzo gleefully continued, “He likes to switch too. Is this…is this what love feels like?”
“Two hours. No, stop pouting. You have two hours Terzo before I break the door down.”
“Fine. Deal.” He opened the door again and grabbed the bags, quickly tossing them inside before spinning around with a grin on his face. “Go make some new friends while I make some babies.”
He laughed at the horrified look on your face, taking advantage of it to slip back into the room and shut the door. The sound of the lock clicking was loud in the empty hallway. You sighed and shoved your hands into your borrowed hoodie, looking down at it for a moment and then freezing when you saw the feathers peeking out from below.
“Fuck.”
The lounge was thankfully a little quieter when you got back down there. No one gave you any weird looks at least. You found a seat close to one of the big fireplaces and settled down, letting the heat wash over you. Hopefully no one would bat an eye if you fell asleep, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time an athlete had been locked out of their room for one reason or another.
“Paperina?” You groaned and looked up into the face of Terzo’s brother. “What are you doing down here?”
His clothes were different, you could see the blue of his skating suit peeking out at his neck and at his wrists. He had reapplied the makeup around his eyes too, as well as covering just his upper lip. It probably would bother you more if Terzo didn’t regularly wear skull makeup during his routines. The Emeritus family was interesting, you had to give them that.
“Your brother and the hockey captain were there.” A flash of irritation washed over Copia’s face so you quickly reached out and grasped his hand. When he glanced down at it you immediately let go, watching as he flexed it afterwards. “It’s fine, I gave him two hours.”
“You’re going to sit here for two hours?”
“Yes, it’s ok. I’ve got the fire and I can take a little nap.” You flinched when a few guys started shouting at something playing on a tv nearby. “I’m good.”
“You’re too nice Paperina, that stronzino doesn’t deserve you.” Copia held both of his hands out to you smiling when you just stared at them. “Let’s go, you can come with me.”
“Come with you where? Hey!”
He had reached down and grabbed your hands, easily pulling you out of the chair and ushering you ahead of him towards the door.
“If you’re gonna just sit somewhere you can sit and watch me skate in circles. How about that?”
He looked cocky and sure of himself, exactly how you’d expect an eight time gold medalist to look. You bit your lip as you thought it over. Speed skating had never been a sport you sought out to watch. Skating in circles was boring, no one could convince you otherwise. But you couldn’t help but glance down at his legs, at the sweatpants you knew were covering that tight uniform. The tight uniform over those huge thighs.
At least the scenery would be nice.
“How long will this take?”
“Eh, usually I practice for three hours.”
“I gave Terzo two.”
“We both know he’ll beg you for one more so just sit here like a good little Swan Lake and watch, okie dokie?”
“Ugh, fine.” Copia raised an eyebrow when you shivered, the hoodie of his not doing much against the cold of the rink. Your thin costume underneath didn’t help either. “I’m fine.”
“Do you ever get tired of pretending to be fine?”
His question stunned you long enough you didn’t even protest when he pulled his coat off and threw it over you. Copia was grinning when you yanked it off your head, watching as you situated it over yourself for a moment before he headed towards the locker rooms. You tried very hard not to watch him go but it was near impossible and you were too tired to care. After a few minutes of looking around you couldn’t help but burrow deeper into his coat, his cologne clinging to the fabric. You allowed yourself one deep inhale, your eyes closing briefly while you tried to pinpoint the brand.
“Acqua di Gio.” You flinched, nearly slipping off the bench at Copia’s voice. “Armani.”
“I know it’s Armani.”
Your voice came out a little harsher than you wanted but luckily he just seemed amused. After you had settled back into your seat you managed to look him over. Gone were the sweatpants, he was now just in his sleek skating suit and it was clinging to every dip and curl of muscle on his body. You didn’t even bother looking back up at his face, you knew by now he’d be smug as all hell. Instead you noticed a styrofoam cup in his hand, finally meeting his eyes when he held it out towards you.
“Hot cocoa. To warm you up.” You timidly reached out and took it, not even minding when his gloved fingers lingered against yours. “Unless you want more of my clothes.”
“Fuck off.” His chuckle was starting to become one of your favorite sounds and this was ridiculous, you barely knew him! You needed to get some distance and clear your head. “Go on, show me how well you can skate in a circle.”
His only answer was a smirk as he backed away a few steps before heading towards the opening to the rink. He pulled the covers off his blades, tossing them to the side before shooting out onto the ice. There were a few others already out there and it was fascinating to see them give Copia space, a sign of deference you supposed. He nodded their way but didn’t say anything, just started to go through a series of stretches while you all looked on.
Despite the public setting it felt very private. Terzo had been sharing a lot of little anecdotes about his brother since you’d both arrived at the Games. Information you wouldn’t hear about in anything official. You knew that Copia had been having problems with his knee, that it had been obviously bothering him more and more. He’d only received one gold in the last games when he normally would get it in all of his events. Since then he hadn’t competed much, a few European tournaments here and there.
According to Terzo he was saving himself for one last Olympic Games, this Olympic Games. Copia was determined to go out at the top of his game. With the way the media and even his brother had depicted him, an extremely serious athlete that seemed to live on the ice it was strange to look back on the last few hours and how he acted. He was far more carefree than you expected. Quick to joke around even if it was at your expense.
You had a feeling Paperina didn’t mean what you thought it did.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the distinct sound of skates gliding across the ice. It was louder than what you were used to but as you looked out towards the rink you easily figured out why. Copia was a blur as he moved across the ice, his powerful legs pumping him towards each corner. It was then he’d lower one side of his body down, his fingertips grazing the ice and keeping him balanced until he was through.
“He’s something else, isn’t he?”
You smiled at the man that sat down next to you, someone you had looked forward to seeing as soon as you had arrived at the Olympic Village.
“Hi Primo.” He gave you a warm smile, knocking his shoulder against yours. “Did you come to cheer him on?”
“It seems that’s what he brought you for, hmm?” You rolled your eyes, hunkering further down into Copia’s coat. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other.”
“We just met actually, a few hours ago.”
“Thick as thieves already then, I’m not surprised.” He ignored the questioning look you gave him so you shoved your elbow into his side. “Careful now, I’m an old man.”
“He just feels bad. Terzo kicked me out.”
“I warned you not to room with him.” He shook his head but he was clearly not surprised at Terzo’s antics. “A snowboarder?”
“Nope, hockey. The captain of the Sweden team.”
“Secondo is going to kill him.”
“Good, then I’ll have the room to myself.”
It was Primo’s turn to elbow you and when you looked his way he nodded towards the rink. Your eyes immediately found Copia’s as he leaned against the wall. He had taken his helmet off and his hair was all over the place. You could see how flushed his cheeks were already, his breathing heavy from the laps he’d put in.
“I don’t know, looks like you might have some company.”
He didn’t give you a chance to say anything back, but you were too dumbfounded to say anything anyway. Primo waved at his brother before giving your leg a squeeze and getting up. His movements were a little slower than you remembered but you knew when it was time for his event he’d be gliding across the ice just like he’d been doing for years. There was a reason he’d led the Italian curling team to so many podiums.
You took a long drink of your cocoa, a little disappointed it had lost most of its warmth. Copia was still looking your way when you glanced at him although you couldn’t read the expression on his face. The eye contact was lost when one of the other skaters stopped by him and you let out the breath you’d been holding when he looked away.
This was ridiculous, you were acting like some love struck teenager. You needed to get a grip. Neither one of you could afford distractions right now. Both of you skating with the same goal in mind but for very different reasons. As if on cue your knee twinged slightly and you slowly stretched it out in front of you. It was fine, it was going to be fine. You’d gotten silver in the last two tournaments you’d done leading up to this year's Olympics. It was fine.
You were fine.
“Hey.”
“Goddammit.” The man next to you was the same one that had been talking to Copia on the ice. You took a quick breath and glanced up at him. “Uh, what’s up?”
“I’m supposed to give you this.” He thrust another styrofoam cup towards you so you quickly set down the empty one you had been holding. “And this.”
In his other hand was one of those large soft pretzels that every concession stand on the planet sold. The kind covered in salt and butter. They were your favorite thing to get whenever you needed something quick to eat. You eagerly took it from the man’s hand, muttering a thanks when he nodded and then started walking towards the locker room.
Back on the ice Copia was doing laps again. Everyone else had left so it was just him out there, although he was acting like he was fighting off a handful of other skaters. His movements were truly mesmerizing. Even from your seat you could see his muscles move, see the concentration on his face as he made lap after lap.
He slid to a stop right in front of where you were sitting, catching your eyes as you took a huge bite of the pretzel. Part of it was sticking out of your mouth as you watched him. It was too late to try to be ladylike about it so you just ate it how you normally would. Copia held up a finger, gesturing at his wrist briefly. One more hour then. You nodded at him, saluting him with the rest of your pretzel and finding way too much joy in the sound of his laughter echoing from the rink.
“Is your knee ok?”
You were on your way back to the dorms, snow starting to softly fall around you. Copia had taken his hoodie back but you were still wearing his jacket. His cologne had probably permeated your costume at this point and you were stuck between liking the idea but also dreading the distraction it might bring.
“It’s good, feels good to walk.” You let your face fall into the neck of his coat, trying to hide your smile. “How about yours?”
“Eh it will be fine. A nice massage, some ice and it will be good as new.”
“I didn’t realize the clinics were open this late.”
“I’ll be massaging it myself, Paperina. That is unless you’re offering?”
“No! No I’m not.” He snorted and was shaking his head when you looked at him again. “What?”
“You don’t have to be so scandalized. What’s a little knee massage between friends huh?”
“So we’re friends?”
The automatic doors of the building slid open and you couldn’t help but start to walk faster. Copia easily picked up his pace to match yours, following you all the way to the elevators towards your section of the dorms.
“Is that what you want? To be friends?”
There was no denying the charged air between you two. The attraction between you both had been building ever since he had taken Terzo’s bag from you. You couldn’t help but take a step back though, wincing when a brief look of disappointment appeared on his face.
“I don’t think we can afford to be anything else.” You knew your face showed your own disappointment and you didn’t bother trying to hide it. Your fingers twisted nervously where they were hidden in the sleeves of his coat while you debated on saying what you wanted to. Fuck it. “At least for right now.”
“Right now?” His smile was back as he walked towards you. It grew slightly predatory when you started to back away, only stopping when your back hit the wall by the elevator doors. “Then when can that change?”
“After our events. We can’t get distrac—oh.” Copia had pressed forward, resting his forearms against the wall by your head. He had showered in the locker room but there was still the slight smell of sweat on him. His head dropped close enough you felt his lips brush ever so slightly against your cheek. “Copia…”
“Our events then. After we get gold, yeah?”
“Yes. At least I hope so.”
“Don’t worry Paperina,” Copia stepped back, smiling smugly as he held your gaze. “I’ll give you one of mine if you don’t.”
Thankfully the sock was gone when you got back to the room.
You quietly opened the door, peeking in but not seeing anyone inside. They must have been able to go back to Omega’s room. You took advantage of the emptiness, quickly shucking Copia’s coat and tossing it over a chair. The next part was your costume, you had to be extra careful removing it. The last thing you wanted to worry about doing was losing more damn feathers.
The shower felt heavenly and you got it as hot as you dared. The scent of Copia’s cologne that was lingering on your skin washed off quickly but you tried not to dwell on it. It was obvious you’d be seeing him again. He certainly didn’t seem like the type to give up easily, much like his brothers. You snorted thinking of his last comment. The Emeritus’s were a cocky bunch, but it was with good reason.
You took a deep breath and tried to clear all of the Emeritus brothers out of your mind. It was tough like usual to get all the hairspray washed out of your hair but once you were done you allowed yourself to just relax and lean against the wall. Looking down your body you watched the soap slowly fall over your skin and down onto the tile. Your eyes fell onto your knee like they usually did when there was nothing covering it and it made you wince like always.
It wasn’t so much that you thought it was ugly, to you it was a mark of survival. Not that it was necessarily a life threatening thing. In reality a fall while doing a jump could have gone far, far worse than it did. But landing on your knee had been excruciating. Laying out there on the ice in front of thousands of people had been excruciating. However the two years you had spent rehabbing it had been worse.
The multiple surgeries, the constant appointments for physical therapy… It felt like you had practically lived at the hospital for those two years. But you had been determined to come back from it. You were too young to let your dream go. Your eyes were drawn to your knee like always, to the scars that ran along the sides. The doctor had jokingly said that shorts and short skirts might not be in your future and it had taken so much willpower not to punch him.
Your scars were proof that you had survived the injury. That you hadn’t let it stop you from pursuing what you had been doing since you were a kid. Since you could even stand up on skates. This is what you had always wanted to do, what you had dreamed of. The Winter Olympics were the pinnacle of that dream. You were determined to get on that podium this year. You wanted to show everyone that nothing would stop you from getting there.
Copia’s face appeared in your mind then. You could imagine his smug grin as he teased you. You thought of the way he smelled, the way he covered you in his scent by loaning you his coat. You thought of his body in his uniform, how powerful his legs were. He could probably hold you up easily, maybe push one of his knees between your legs and let you straddle his thick thigh.
Your head fell back against the shower wall, a little zing of pleasure running through you at the thought. Almost absentmindedly you placed your hand on your stomach, rubbing it over your skin in a few circles before letting it slip down further and into the thatch of hair between your legs. You thought of grinding against Copia’s thigh, your feet probably not even touching the ground because he was holding you up so high.
Two of your fingers rubbed tight circles over your clit as you fell deeper into your fantasy. Copia’s fingers were thick, it was obvious even with them hidden under those gloves. They were thick and they’d feel amazing stroking inside of you. You brought your other hand to your cunt and rubbed across your entrance. A moan punched out of you when you pressed two of them inside. There was barely any resistance you were already so turned on just by thinking about Copia doing this to you.
He probably loved to dirty talk, he probably loved describing all the things he planned on doing to you. Your fingers pumped faster imagining the filthy things he would whisper in your year. Things he would do to you if you only asked. You’d more than ask, you’d beg for it if you had to. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you wanted everything. His mouth, his fingers, his cock...
You wanted it all.
The next few days went by in a blur.
Both you and Terzo were focused on practicing for your upcoming events. You each had a short and long program to skate, the combined scores of both decided your final place in the standings. Despite the importance of it all Terzo did manage to skip out a lot to meet up with Omega. You had met him a few times by now as well and you had immediately liked him. He was just the kind of partner Terzo needed. Honestly he was the kind of partner you wanted.
Of course thinking about partners had your stupid mind drifting to Copia. You hadn’t seen him at all since that night, only catching glimpses of his face on the tv screens or the odd magazine laying around the lounge and cafeteria. It wasn’t like you expected to spend all your time with him, but it made that whole night feel surreal. Terzo hadn’t been super helpful about the whole thing. With romance on his brain he had started going on about all these elaborate scenarios featuring you and Copia. Olympic themed dates and Olympic themed gifts.
The Olympic themed wedding talk was the last straw and you had demanded he leave the room for a bit that night. You knew he had planned on doing that anyway, Omega’s team was practicing and watching him play had become Terzo’s favorite new thing. Well, that and fucking him probably. So with the room empty it was time for you to do something you always did before events, especially after your accident at the last Olympic Games. It just wasn’t something you enjoyed in any way, shape or form.
You hated reviewing training footage. It was frustrating going over your previous performances and pinpointing where you had made mistakes. Where you had turned a triple axel into a double. Where you’d missed the timing on a jump. Where you’d stumbled on a landing.
Where you had fallen and nearly destroyed your career.
In your coach’s defense he never made you watch that one again. Rewatching that was something you did on your own. Terzo always hated it and would call it self destructive. That was part of the reason you were alone in your room tonight. He had seen you break out your laptop and left to meet Omega earlier than planned.
You’d been surprised he wasn’t out with Copia celebrating his brother’s win but Terzo had said Copia wasn’t much for celebrating until the games were completely done. Of course when that thought crossed through your mind you immediately blushed. The memory of that night with him was something you had been replaying a lot, especially the ending and the deal you had made.
Before you could talk yourself out of it you searched for the race he was in today, quickly hitting play when it came up. Not surprisingly the announcers were talking about Copia most of the time. Even if it wasn’t his last Olympics he was still the most well known athlete there, the most decorated. You watched as he warmed up and briefly chatted with his fellow racers. He looked so at ease, like he wasn’t about to race his heart out for one of the final times in his career.
You really envied him. He had so much pressure on him but just looking at him smiling on the ice you would think it was just another day. Even though you knew the result you found yourself holding your breath as everyone waited for the race to begin. When they took off Copia easily got to the front, quickly putting distance between himself and the others. The camera stayed on him and you got to see the muscles of his legs flex and move up close. You could see the determination in his eyes, the lights in the arena reflected off both but especially the odd white one his family was all born with.
It was always strange to you when something so important, so pivotal to someone’s career was over in just a few moments. Copia crossed the finish line with ease, one arm pumping briefly into the air as he flashed a dazzling smile to the crowd. The camera panned briefly to where his brothers were seated. Terzo looked ridiculous in his big faux fur coat but it made you smile to see Omega swing an arm over his shoulders. There was more between your friend and the hockey captain than just an “Olympic Village fling”, that was obvious.
Primo looked proud like he always did, no matter how well his younger brothers did in their events. Next to Primo, looking stern but proud, was Secondo. He was dressed in one of his typical three piece suits, clapping and cheering with the crowd. The camera soon panned away and back onto the ice. Copia was standing patiently next to the second and third place winners but you kept noticing his eyes darting out into the stands. You knew he had seen his brothers, family was always seated around the same area, so you were curious who he seemed to be looking for. He almost looked disappointed after taking a final scan of the crowd before being ushered onto the podium.
The thought crossed your mind briefly that he might have been looking for you but that was ridiculous. While Terzo had invited you it had seemed a little too much to go watch Copia’s race. You hadn’t really sorted out exactly what you were feeling towards him. Obviously physical attraction but there was something else there, something that made your insides flutter when you thought about him.
Watching him at the top of the podium, handsome and beaming as the gold medal was slipped over his head didn’t help. He shook hands with the official that gave him the medal and then his fellow athletes before standing tall again. The camera panned up to the Italian flag hanging higher than the others, only going back to Copia when his national anthem started playing.
You watched as his lips moved, mouthing along to the lyrics being played. His makeup was slightly smeared from sweat but it did nothing to detract from his handsome features. When the music swelled he appeared to be full on singing, his throat bobbing as he did so. Your mind went back to when you were walking to the dorms in the snow after watching him practice. His shoulder knocking against yours, his coat warm over your stupid costume and the smell of his cologne embedding itself in your brain.
There was definitely something more there.
An abrupt knock on the door had you pausing the video, the screen freezing right as Copia was looking directly into the camera.
“Who is it?” After no one answered you focused back on the screen again but another set of knocks echoed through the room. You groaned, figuring it might be Terzo trying to get back in. The knocking continued as you unfolded your legs and hopped off your bed. “Terzo I told you to make sure you had your key!”
You unlocked and flung the door open, ready to bitch at your friend some more but the face on the other side was not your roommate.
“Paperina.” Copia’s eyes swept over you, making you immediately self conscious of the old, oversized sweats you were wearing. “No feathers today?”
“Not today, no.” You fiddled with the zipper on your hoodie while you let your eyes wander over him. He was wearing all black, a color that definitely suited him. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on how his tight jeans clung to his thighs and when you finally glanced up he was pleased as hell about it. “Tomorrow is the short program.”
“Are you ready?”
While you desperately wanted to say no and that you were scared out of your mind you squared your shoulders and gave him the most convincing smile you could manage.
“Yes, yes I am.” You both stood there for a moment in silence, staring at each other. After what seemed like an eternity you finally snapped. “What is it? I’m busy.”
“Are you?” He pushed off from the door jam and looked around you into the room. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much going on.”
“I’m watching my old rout—hey!”
Copia easily walked around you, strolling into the room like he’d been there a hundred times. You glared at his back briefly before deciding to just shut the door. When you turned your eyes looked on, horrified as you watched him look down at your laptop screen, a wild grin breaking out on his face.
“You know Paperina, you could have come today.” He grunted as he dropped onto the bed, stretching out in front of your computer. “I told Terzo to bring you.”
“Like I said,” You stomped over to your bed and grabbed your laptop away from him. “I was busy. Am busy. So you should go.”
Copia sighed as he rolled into his back and tucked his hands under his head.
“I was a little disappointed you didn’t come.” His admission had you freezing next to the little desk you were setting your laptop on. “You could’ve seen the whole thing up close.”
“I told you—“
“Sí, sí. Busy. I can tell.” He was grinning when you spun around to glare at him. “You shouldn’t be cooped up in here all night.”
“I’m not cooped up, I’m getting ready for tomorrow.”
“Paperina, how many times have you done this routine?” He turned onto his side and propped his head up on one hand. “Watching old videos won’t help.”
“Yes, they do. I can see where I messed up and fix it.”
“Weren’t you there though? You know where you made the mistakes already. What does torturing yourself by watching them do?”
“It’s not torture!”
“Then what is it?” His voice was gentle as he watched you, the concern evident as he spoke. “How many times do you need to see them?”
“As many times as it takes.”
“You’re just going to be more nervous for tomorrow.”
“Look, you’re not my coach or a figure skater so don’t come in here trying to tell me how to prepare.”
“Ah yes, what do I know? I just skate in circles.” He groaned as he sat up, his eyes not leaving you. “I do know that dwelling on past mistakes won’t help you. No matter what sport you’re in.”
“Look, I need to watch them.”
“Paperina, you haven’t given me a good enough reason why.”
“Because I can’t fuck up again!” Your eyes stung with the tears building up in them but it was too late to stop now. It felt like the knot that had been building in your chest since the accident four years ago was finally unraveling. “Copia, I can’t. This is my last chance. In four years I’ll be too old to compete against anyone here.”
You weren’t sure how long you stared at each other but it was long enough for your breathing to calm and your tears to fade. As you were about to ask him to go he pushed himself off the bed and clapped his hands together.
“We need to get you out of here.”
“Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?!”
“Sí, I heard all the bullshit you told me.” He looked around the room, letting out a little noise when he saw his coat hanging off your chair. “We’re going out.”
“No, Copia I can’t.”
“What did you just say? ‘This is your last chance’? That means it’s also your last chance to enjoy yourself here.”
“I am enjoying myself.” When he raised an eyebrow you groaned and shook your head. “What would we even do anyway?”
“Celebrate.” He gave you an exaggerated pout when you just stared at him. “My gold medal isn’t a good enough reason to celebrate? Coming with me is the least you could do Paperina.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saved you a spot and everything. Kept hoping I’d see you in the stands...” Copia sighed dramatically and shook his coat out before he held it up for you. “Remember what we talked about the other night?”
Hopefully the look on your face didn’t make it obvious you had been practically only thinking about that.
“We agreed on after our events.”
“It is after an event though.”
“Yes, one event, Copia! You have three more medals to compete for and I have two skate programs.”
“Just a small celebration then.” You rolled your eyes when he pouted again. “Per favore.”
“How small?”
He grinned and tossed his coat at you before looking around the room. He let out a triumphant noise when he saw your boots, grabbing them and thrusting them at you as well.
“Very small. I know just the place.”
“We can’t be gone long.” He nodded as he rocked back on his heels. “And no funny business.”
“Paperina, I will be completely serious. I won’t even smile.”
You snorted as you dropped your boots and shoved your feet into them. His coat was next and it was as comfortable as you remembered when you pulled it on.
“So. Where are we going?”
“I can’t fucking believe you.”
Copia hadn’t stopped smiling as soon as you’d seen where he was taking you. The building hadn’t been too far from the Olympic Village, a few blocks and you found yourself staring up at an old ice rink. You looked on in disbelief as Copia walked up to the glass doors and peered inside. The place was obviously closed but after a few knocks on the door an older man had come up to let you both in.
“You’ve got two hours Emeritus, that’s it.”
“Grazie, plenty of time.” Copia turned and held his hand out for you. “Paperina?”
Copia led you through the building, seemingly unbothered by the lack of lights. His gloved hand was warm and in the dark you let yourself look down at it, trusting him to guide you where he wanted to go. When he gave it a squeeze you looked up, noticing you were in front of the skate rental booth.
“Copia, what are we doing here?”
“What does it look like?” He let go of your hand and walked around the counter, disappearing for a moment before coming back with an armful of ice skates. “Here these should fit.”
“Ice skating is our job! Why would you want to come here on your night off?”
“Because ice skating should be fun and you need to remember that.” He came around the counter and took your hand again. “When was the last time you had fun out on the ice?”
It was startling to you when your mind drew a blank. Even the times you’d been out there practicing with Terzo all you remember feeling was stress. You resisted when he tried to tug you towards the rink.
“What if we get hurt?”
“Don’t do any triple axels and I think you’ll be fine.” When you stayed put as he tried to go to the rink again he sighed. To your surprise he dropped his skates and turned around, coming right into your space and cupping your cheeks. “Paperina, I promise that you will have fun.”
You closed your eyes for a few seconds, letting the heat from his hands and gloves warm your cheeks.
“I want a pretzel.”
Copia let out a bark of laughter, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.
“I think the concession stand is closed.”
“That’s the price. One pretzel.”
“Okie dokie. I’ll see what I can do.”
You ended up with two pretzels and that fluttering feeling in your chest getting worse.
After banging around trying to first find the pretzels the next problem was sorting out how to heat them. Copia had been attempting to get the little heater rack going when the owner had stomped over with an exasperated look on his face.
“Really, Emeritus?”
“The lady is hungry!”
The man had grabbed the two pretzels and disappeared into the back. While he worked you and Copia had made your way to the rink, throwing your coats over the wall and sitting down to get your skates on. They definitely weren’t as nice as you normally wore and you tried not to think of how clean they might be, but it was actually helping you relax a bit. You hadn’t skated in a rink like this since you were a kid first taking lessons. There was zero pressure here, just you and the ice.
Well…Copia and his thighs too.
It was unfair how good he looked in those jeans. You tried not to stare but that only ended with your eyes wandering elsewhere. He had some random band tee over a long sleeve shirt. His gloves were still on as well as the dark gray scarf he’d been wearing since he showed up at your door. He looked good, he probably looked good in everything. He probably looked really good in noth—
“Here’s your damn pretzels.”
You grabbed them when the owner thrusted them in front of your face, setting one down next to you and biting into the other. He and Copia appeared to be having a somewhat heated conversation but you chose to ignore it and focus on your food. Copia was right, you needed to enjoy your time here. And not just here at the rink but during the entire two weeks the Olympics were going on. You were so lucky to have this chance and while you didn’t want to mess it up, you also wanted to look back on it fondly no matter what happened.
“Okie dokie, two hours!”
Copia plopped down next to you, grabbing the second pretzel and taking a bite.
“Hey that’s mine!”
“These actually aren’t bad, Paperina.” You took a big bite of your own and glared at him. “Not going to help me get into my suit tomorrow but eh, oh well.”
“You’ll still look good, don’t worry.” As soon as you realized what you said you froze, sneaking a glance at him and sighing when you saw his grin. “Don’t.”
“You’ll look good too. Bellissima.” He shoved the rest of the pretzel in his mouth and then pulled the skates on. “I can’t wait to see you in those feathers again.”
“Wait, you’re coming?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You hid your pleased smile by leaning down and getting the skates on although when you sat up he was still watching you. “It’s the next event anyway, I’ll want to collect on our deal.”
“Technically the short program is part of one event, one medal. I still have the long program.”
Copia walked in front of you and held his hands out, a gesture you were getting used to. When he had pulled you up and helped steady you on the unfamiliar skates he leaned in closer, his handsome face taking up your vision.
“I think we can bend the rules a bit again, don’t you?”
Being on the ice with Copia was a blast.
While you both agreed on no racing or jumping it wasn’t long before you were squealing and shoving your way past him to get to the end of the rink first. Luckily you were both still getting used to the new skates, in Copia’s case they were a lot different than his usual ones so it gave you a good advantage. Your triumphant whoop at hitting the end of the rink before him was drowned out by you screeching when he grabbed you and dug his fingers into your sides.
“No! Copi—ahh! Stop, stop!” You were laughing despite your frantic protests. Finally pushing him away and out of reach. “You’re just jealous I’m better on the ice than you.”
“Paperina, if I had my regular skates on I’d be able to lap you twice before you hit the end.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, handsome.”
You skated away so you wouldn’t have to see his smug grin but also to hide your blush. There really wasn’t a point in hiding your attraction to him anymore, but that didn’t mean you needed to make it easy on him. You were nearly half the rink away from him when you heard him coming up behind you. The sounds of his blades sliding across the ice was loud and you weren’t surprised to see him blow by you. But instead of turning the corner to show off his speed he suddenly threw his arms out and then leapt into the air, executing a near perfect jump, spinning and landing with a flourish.
Copia stayed where he was as you skated up to him with a stunned look on your face. You were both surprised and irritated he had managed to pull it off so well. Of course you’d seen his brother do it plenty of times but that was his area of expertise. Copia wasn’t a figure skater.
“How…how did you…?”
“Do you need me to show you how the move works?” He held up his hands when you glared at him. “I grew up with Terzo, Paperina. I’d practice with him sometimes.”
“‘Sometimes’ huh?” You shook your head in disbelief, beginning to skate closer to him. “Is there anything you aren’t good at?”
“Kissing.”
His answer startled you enough you tried to stop and ended up losing your balance. Copia’s hands shooting out and grabbing you around your waist were the only thing that kept you upright. You found yourself placing your hands on his shoulders as his own slid further around you and rested at the small of your back.
“Kissing?”
“Sí. I’m terrible at it.”
“Oh. Well, that’s a shame.” He nodded solemnly, the twinkle in his eyes the only thing giving away the joke. “You should try to get some practice in.”
“Will you help me, Paperina?”
You wanted to say yes, you wanted to shout yes. But you really didn’t need to say anything, it was obviously what you both wanted right then. You leaned in at the same time as Copia, your lips touching gently against each other for only a moment before the movements became more intense. Copia kept one arm around your waist but the other he slid up to cradle the back of your head. You wrapped your own arms around his neck and pushed your fingers into his hair. When he urged your head to tilt to the side his mouth opened over yours and you let out a tiny moan when his tongue pushed inside.
As you flicked your own tongue against his you pressed yourself as close to him as possible. Kissing on ice skates was definitely not ideal and you nearly bit his tongue when he tugged you closer and you almost fell. Copia pulled away with a growl, both of his hands going down to grip your ass as he gently pushed you backwards. You couldn’t take your eyes off his already swollen lips but when your back hit the side of the rink you glanced up to meet his mismatched gaze.
He took his hands off your ass and used one to cup your face, the other pressed against the concrete wall that was on one side of the rink. It looked like he was going to say something but thought better of it, his mouth lowering once more to yours. This kiss was immediately hot and dirty, your tongues fighting each other for some unknown prize. A deep groan vibrated in his chest when you nipped and sucked on his and he pressed his body even harder against yours.
When you started to lose your footing on the ice again Copia shoved his knee between your legs, pushing it against the wall. He gripped your hips with both hands and lifted you, propping you up so his strong thigh was basically the only thing keeping you upright. The muscle pressing against you and the heat from his leg along with the friction against your core had you whimpering into his mouth. Copia pulled his mouth away from you and leaned his forehead against yours once more.
“I knew you’d be like this.” He tugged your hips back and forth to rub you against him even more deliciously and you panted into his mouth. “So responsive for me. I bet you’re already wet too.”
“What about you?” Copia groaned when you reached down and rubbed his hardening dick through his jeans. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”
With a growl he kissed you again, nipping at your lips and tongue. His mustache tickled your skin and you knew you’d have to apply extra makeup tomorrow to hide the redness. Honestly you didn’t care what he did at the moment, you just wanted him to keep kissing you. You had one arm wrapped around his neck for balance but you pushed your other hand back into his hair, scratching at his scalp and enjoying the way he groaned at the contact. When Copia pulled one hand off your hip you expected to feel it delve into your own hair but instead his warm palm covered your breast and it was your turn to groan when he rubbed his thumb across your hardening nipple.
If it wasn’t for the sudden blast of music blaring across the speakers you probably would have let him fuck you right there on the ice. Copia pulled away, a violent series of Italian curses falling from his lips. Thankfully he helped keep you steady because at the moment your legs were in no shape to keep you on your feet. You chose to cling to his shirt and bury your face in his chest to try to catch your breath as you felt him jerk his head around looking for the culprit. When the music stopped you heard the voice of the owner over the intercom.
“Time’s up Emeritus! Take the lady to bed at least!”
You snorted against Copia, smiling when you heard him laugh too. He was keeping a firm grip on you, one hand rubbing up and down your back when he felt you shiver. It had little to do with the cold though. Your body was still coming down from the pleasure that had built up inside of you and when you moved you could feel Copia was still slightly hard. He hissed when you moved against him again.
“Quit that, we have an audience.”
“You started it.”
He laughed again, cupping your face so he could tilt it up and you could meet his eyes.
“I didn’t hear any complaints from you. Just “Oh Copia, yes Copia. Hey!” He barely caught his balance when you pushed him away, his arms flailing wildly as you started skating towards the exit. You had just placed a hand on the wall to step out of the rink when he came up behind you, his hands finding your hips and pulling you back against him so he could lean down and whisper into your ear. “You will be saying that to me eventually, Paperina. I promise you.”
He helped you step out of the rink, his hand not leaving the small of your back until you were at the bench where your things were. Copia knelt down in front of you and batted your hands away so he could untie your laces and slip the skates off your feet. You flexed them when they were free, happy to have them out of the unfamiliar skates. When Copia took your right foot in his hand you gasped. It turned into a quiet moan when he began to dig his thumbs into the sole and massage the tightness out.
“Oh! Right there.” You bit your lip to try to keep all the noises you wanted to make from escaping. Copia’s fingers were magic, not that you should be surprised. “Yes, Copia that’s perfect.”
“See? Only took a few minutes.”
When you realized what he meant you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. He switched to your other foot with a grin and gave it the same attention before finally pulling away to get his own skates off. The owner was waiting for you at the front and thankfully didn’t say anything as you slipped by. You knew your hair was probably a mess, not to mention how swollen your lips were. At least the coat Copia had on was long enough to cover his crotch. By how stiff he was walking it was obvious he was still a little hard and you smiled smugly as you walked ahead of him.
“You owe me Emeritus.”
“Sí, sí.” Copia finished talking to the owner and then jogged to catch up with you, quickly grabbing your hand when he did. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him a bit, especially with the air having gotten colder. “So, did you have fun?”
“It was ok.”
When he gasped dramatically you tucked your head into his arm for a moment to try and warm up your nose. He clicked his tongue and stopped, tugging at his scarf to release it. When he started wrapping it around your neck you suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. The act felt intimate, much more so than what had just happened in the rink. Copia leaned in to kiss your cold nose when he was done.
“I’m going to have to buy more clothes soon if you keep taking them all.” You were about to respond when you noticed a familiar looking ribbon under the color of his shirt. Copia caught you looking and smiled, grabbing it and then pulling it out so you could see. The gold medal he earned that day shone under the streetlamp and you tentatively reached out to touch it. “You don’t get this one, Paperina.”
“You’re right, I’ll be getting my own soon.”
He grinned, shoving the medal back under his shirt and then taking your hand again. The walk back to the village was quiet. The only sounds coming from the snow crunching under your shoes and the occasional conversations from people passing you by. The lounge was still busy despite the hour and Copia kept you close as crowds of athletes moved around you both. He didn’t let go of your hand when you got into the elevator or even when you got to the door of your room, giving it a quick squeeze as you shoved your key into the door.
“Is Terzo here?”
“No, he said he’d be staying with Omega tonight.”
“Ah, young love.” You smiled, looking down at your hand in his until another squeeze had you meeting his eyes. “Will you be ok by yourself, Paperina?”
“I will lock my door and not let any strangers in, I promise.”
“Tsk, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you ah, ‘reviewing the tapes’.”
You winced, feeling a little guilty because for some reason you had debated on doing that. But no, Copia was right. That wasn’t going to do you any good.
“Nope, straight to bed for me.”
It was on the tip of your tongue to invite him in and the more you thought about it the more you wanted it to happen. But it was already late and there was no way you’d get any sleep with Copia in bed with you. He gave you a small smile before bringing his free hand to his mouth and tugging his glove off with his teeth. When he was done he brought it to his scarf and started to tug it loose from your neck. You thought he was going to pull it off at first but he just pushed it away enough so he could cup your cheek. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip and you couldn’t help but stick your tongue out and touch his skin. Copia groaned and crowded you back against the door.
“I’m trying to be good and follow your rules here but you are making it very difficult.”
“You already broke the rules by coming here in the first place.”
“Eh, more like adjusted them a bit.” He sucked his full bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes dropped to your own lips. “It was worth it though, sÍ?”
“Yes, thank you for doing this.”
Copia smiled and dropped a kiss on your forehead.
“We’ll get to do this again tomorrow night, yeah? After your event?”
“I told you, it’s just the short program. There’s no medal tomorrow.”
“But it’s important. Right?” When you nodded he cocked his head to the side for a moment. “Fifth place or better.”
“What?”
“Your scores, if you get fifth place or better we’ll have another date.”
You thought about it for a moment and then nodded. Fifth place or higher would put you in a good position before your long program later in the week. Your combined scores, as long as you skated well, would put you in contention for a medal. You desperately wanted gold but you were starting to realize any medal would be amazing. A great achievement after your injury and the long recovery. You just wanted on that podium, that’s all. It was doable and after tonight with Copia you felt like you’d make it up there.
As long as you skated well.
“Fifth place or better. I can do that.”
“You will do that, Paperina.” He squeezed your hand one last time before letting go. “I’ll be there to cheer you on.”
“Oh, Copia no. You don’t have to do that.”
“I actually do, Primo is making me. Ai!” He grunted when your fist connected with his shoulder, laughing and grabbing your hand when you tried to do it again. His mustache tickled the back of it when he dropped a kiss there. Copia grinned as he dropped your hand, reaching out to tap the tip of your nose. “Besides, there’s something important I have to see.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
He moved back a few steps and winked, the grin still fixed on his face.
“Those feathers in action.”
To say you were worried was an understatement.
You just needed to get above fifth, that’s all. Fifth or higher and you had a chance just like Copia had said, just like you had been repeating in your head all morning. Hardly anyone came back from a lower place than that after the short program. It’s not that you would give up if you got below fifth, but getting a medal at these games would be near impossible at that point. So. Fifth or better.
Terzo had managed third, a fact that he had been crowing about since it happened. The men had skated that morning and while you should have been practicing you ignored your coach’s recommendation and came to watch Terzo perform. Omega and Secondo both had games that morning so it had been just you and Primo. The eldest brother had probably been the loudest out of anyone else in the crowd as Terzo worked his ass off skating to his music.
To the surprise of no one Terzo had chosen an ABBA song.
“Paperina, you look nervous.”
At Copia’s voice you jumped, nearly losing your balance. He reached out and grabbed your hands, not letting go until you were steady again on your feet. You quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen you but thankfully everyone was busy either talking to the skater that had just performed or cleaning the rink. When you looked back at Copia he was grinning.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you I was going to come.”
“Yes but you should be in the stands, not back here.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, reaching out and fingering one of the feathers at your waist. You had another quick look around, wincing when you saw your coach glaring at you. “Quit that.”
He hissed when you slapped his hand away from your costume and shoved his hands into his pockets. A reporter sidled closer and you sighed. It would have been easy to spot Copia even if he wasn’t wearing a bright green, white and red tracksuit that didn’t say Italy all over it. You wondered what story the reporter would come up with.
“Remember, fifth or higher.”
“Yes, yes I know.”
“But first is better, yeah?” He brought a hand up to his neck and pulled his medal out from yesterday, the gold catching on all the bright lights in the arena. “You see? Gold.”
“It’s not actually gold you moron.” The reporter was definitely interested now and you noticed another one whose interest had been piqued. “Put that thing away.”
“Fine, fine. You’ll be begging to see it later though.”
“I will scratch your eyes out if you wink at me again.”
“You’re very aggressive, Paperina. Is it the nerves?” He reached out and grabbed one of your hands, rubbing his thumb back and forth along the back. “What do you have to be nervous about? You’re going to do amazing.”
You stopped glaring at the reporters and met Copia’s eyes. His gaze was steady as he watched you, his thumb still rubbing your hand. He was wearing gloves like usual, these ones black leather and the material was warm against your cold skin. You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders.
“I’m not nervous.” He smiled and gave your hand a squeeze before letting go. “I can do this.”
“I know you can.”
You nodded, trying to give him a confident smile and hoping you pulled it off. When you glanced back out over the ice it was empty and the announcers were gearing up for your routine. Your coach popped up in the corner of your eye and took a deep breath trying to clear your head. This was it. You hadn’t spent years preparing for this to blow it at the last moment. Before you headed over to your coach you looked back at Copia and tried to give him a confident smile.
“Wish me luck.”
“I would say ‘break a leg’ but that would be very bad, don’t do that.” He just laughed when you glared at him. Copia took a quick look around before stepping forward so no one else would hear him. “I want to celebrate with you later, Paperina. Don’t mess it up.”
You sighed when you heard a few cameras click, knowing they caught the intimate moment. Copia didn’t seem to care, turning to give the photographers a smile before looking back at you. The announcers called your name and your coach came up to urge you toward the rink. With one last look at Copia you moved away and took a deep steadying breath.
Messing up wasn’t an option, you wanted to celebrate with him too.
You ended up third.
When the music had ended and you stood out there in your final position you had been so overcome with emotion. So much hard work, so many long hours and now it was finally over with. Well, at least the short program was. You’d be back out there for the long skate in a few days. That was something to worry about later though, preferably tomorrow. Tonight you planned on celebrating and pushing all your other worries out of your mind.
You also planned on burning this damn costume too.
As flowers and stuffed animals rained down on the ice you eagerly skated off and were quickly whisked away by your coach. Then came the usual song and dance of watching the judges post your scores, more screaming and crying and finally giving a few interviews to the various reporters milling about. By the time you were done with it all the last skater had competed and you had gotten the confirmation about your third place finish. The sense of relief you felt followed you all the way to the locker room where you quickly threw your track suit over your costume, grabbed your things and headed out.
Right as you were messing with your phone to try and see where Terzo had gone off to a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind and you were lifted off the ground.
“Amica mia! You did it!” You let Terzo swing you around a bit before spinning in his arms and hugging him back. “I told you!”
Your emotions were getting the best of you so you just clung to your friend a little tighter for a moment, feeling so thankful for him. You didn’t let go until a throat cleared nearby and when you looked to who had made the noise you were met with Copia’s pleased smile.
“Well done Paperina.” You smiled back, fighting the urge to run into his arms. Your adrenaline was still high from performing and it felt like electricity was sparking along your skin. With Copia’s eyes on you the feeling was even stronger. “I knew you could do it.”
“Thank you Copia.” When he pulled an arm from behind his back you felt your cheeks pink at the rose he held in his hand. You pulled away from Terzo and shyly walked over to take it from Copia’s fingers, your own twitching a bit when they made contact with his warm gloves. “Did you buy this or pick it up off the rink?”
“I stole it from that idiot that got first.” He grinned when you rolled your eyes. “Should’ve been you, Paperina.”
“What did you call her?” Copia shot his brother a glare and you turned around to look at Terzo. “Paperina?”
“Zitto, Terzo!”
“Wait, what’s going on?” You looked from brother to brother, Terzo looked on the verge of laughter while Copia just continued to glare at him. “It’s just because of my costume, Terzo. Swan Lake.”
“SÍ, but Paperina doesn’t me–hey, what the fuck?!” Terzo snarled at Copia after being hit in the head with the stuffed bear. “She’ll find out eventually!”
“Find out what?” When neither brother said anything you growled and walked over to your things. “Whatever, I’m going back to my room.”
“No, wait!” You stopped when Terzo called out, raising an eyebrow when he gave you a sheepish look. “I was actually hoping to have the room to myself tonight.”
“Oh come on! Where am I supposed to sleep then?”
Both you and Terzo turned to stare at Copia when he cleared his throat.
“You can stay with me, Paperina.” There was that fluttering again, your heart feeling like it was skipping a beat or two. He wandered over to where the bear had landed and then came to exchange it for your gear bag. “Didn’t I say we’d be celebrating?”
Copia’s mouth was latched onto your neck before the door to his room was closed.
“No, no–ah! No marks. Not where people can see them.”
He pulled away with a growl, capturing your mouth again instead. As his tongue roughly toyed with yours he brought a hand to your thigh and lifted your leg up to wrap around his waist. It gave him enough room to start grinding against you, his sweatpants doing little to hide his hard cock. You whimpered when it pressed between your legs, the thin material of your tights doing little to block yourself from him.
“I could probably sink into you right now, couldn’t I?” You nodded weakly, thunking your head back against the door when he ground even harder against you. “I could rip these tights open and have you screaming my name.”
“Yes! Copia please.”
You could see him smirking through your half lidded eyes, the intense pleasure of him rubbing against your cunt making it hard to keep them open. His hands started fiddling with your skirt, the feathers rustling as he pushed it higher up your stomach.
“Will you be wearing this again?”
“What?” You blinked at his question, not sure what he was getting at. “What do you mean?”
“I’m about to rip it off of you, is that ok Paperina?” He was barely done with his question before you were vigorously nodding your head. With a growl he had his hands at the top of your tights and the room filled with the sound of ripping fabric. You shivered when the cool air hit your exposed flesh, moaning when he dragged a bare finger through your cunt. “Cazzo, so wet for me already.”
He added a second finger, rubbing them up and down between your lips. The slick sounds of them moving seemed so loud you were worried that anyone walking down the hallway would hear it. When they teased at your entrance you let out a loud gasp, a loud bang echoing around you when your head fell back against the door again.
People would definitely have heard that.
“You are so responsive, so beautiful.” The tips of his fingers pushed into you slightly before pulling out. He repeated the motion over and over again, going deeper each time. “I can’t wait to fuck you with my cock.”
“Then do it. I want it.”
Copia growled and slammed his mouth against yours right as he pushed his fingers in as far as they’d go. You moaned into his mouth, thankful that it muffled you at least a little bit. His fingers worked in and out of you hard and fast as he kissed you heatedly. You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, pushing up on your toes a bit so the angle of his thrusting fingers was a little better. He started rubbing them harder against your inner walls, catching at the spot inside of you that had you pulling away from his mouth and nearly wailing in pleasure.
“Just this tonight, we still have a few events left after all.” He kissed you again, this time the kiss a little softer but no less passionate. As his fingers on one hand continued to fuck you he brought his other hand close and started rubbing his thumb against your clit. “It will be worth the wait.”
“It bet–oh, oh it better be.”
“Trust me, Paperina. I’ll make sure it is.”
You couldn’t do anything else but nod, the pleasure becoming nearly unbearable as you reached your peak. He knew exactly how to work you, exactly when to apply more pressure and where. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair as your climax hit, your mouth open in a mostly silent cry against his shoulder. It took a few moments for you to come back to yourself and when you did it was to Copia making quiet moaning sounds.
When you blinked your eyes open you looked down to see his hand flying over his cock. The sight of it had more little thrills of pleasure rippling through you. He whispered your name and you looked back up at his face, meeting his odd eyes. You slipped a hand off his shoulder and moved it down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the head as he continued to pump his shaft. His moans became louder as you both worked him over until his cock twitched between you, his hot cum shooting out the tip.
Copia cursed quietly in Italian as you stroked him through it, making sure every last drop left him. It had dripped onto his pants and you noticed streaks across the feathers of your costume. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the sight, instead moving to press a deep kiss into Copia’s lips. He hummed happily into your mouth as you tangled your tongue with his briefly before pulling away, his lips curled up in a familiar smug smile.�� You glanced down at yourself and his eyes followed, looking over the ripped tights and the cum stained feathers. When he let out a wistful sigh you put a finger on his chin to tip his head back up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Paperina.” He shrugged and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’m just going to miss this costume.”
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I wrote a little ficlet describing Terzo and Omega's meeting as well: Shooting His Shot
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bound by lace | cardinal copia x f!reader
summary: after mercilessly teasing you at papa’s birthday dinner, the cardinal can't have you sneaking away from him.
content: 2.8k words, f!reader, dom!cardinal, panty-sniffing, public boners, (semi) public sex, spanking, gagging, mild degradation, praise, rough sex, white suit copia, he’s a bit of a pervert here, they're established, 18+ MDNI
This is what happens when @leezlelatch tells me to write a "short" warmup drabble – I spend two days writing purely self-indulgent filth. You should also check out her fic!
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By now you’re certain that he’s not wearing any underwear.
You’ve been watching the Cardinal for a few minutes now as he’s palming himself under the table, a black-gloved hand massaging his cock that’s trapped by the tight fabric of his white suit. He can’t take his eyes off of you, his head turned into your direction to make sure you know exactly what or who he’s thinking about.
You regret that you let him have a say in the seating arrangements. The round tables have been spread out in the courtyard to allow enough space for Papa’s private circle to celebrate his birthday with an opulent outdoor dinner party. As Papa’s personal assistant it would be considered impertinent of you to disappear from the party until dinner is officially over and he knows it. His own position allows the Cardinal a seat at the table with Papa himself whom he entertains from time to time but does not seem to actually listen to. The way your seats are angled gives you a prime view of the Cardinal’s lap – and his stiff cock.
No one else is privy to his actions, distracted by rosemary-marinated steaks and casual conversation. You, however, have been shifting in your seat ever since he started his performance. After not having seen him all day you’ve been plagued by indecent thoughts about his body. He’s been ignoring all of your desperate texts – only to show up in the tight white suit that he knows has your brain shutting down on sight. It’s a game for him, really, and with every flick of his wrist, his smirk only grows wider.
Conversation at your own table flows easily. Instead of participating you’re trying to grind at the edge of the chair for at least some friction, rubbing your thighs together as inconspicuously as possible. The Cardinal’s brows pull together when he sees this, his hand tightly gripping his erection, giving you a little show as he pushes his hips into his hand. You fight the urge to moan at the sight, wriggling on your chair until by accident your panties catch, slipping down your hips by just an inch.
You shift again and again until the fabric fully slides down your ass. Hidden by the white tablecloth, you hike up your skirts, then pull your already dripping underwear down and bunch it up in your fist. When he turns his head to observe your miserable hip-wiggles again, you risk throwing the lacy bundle in his direction from under the table. They land right next to his white leather shoe, the wet patch resting on its pointy tip where anyone could see them if they knew what to look for. His gaze drops down and at the realisation of what exactly you gifted him his eyes widen. Two can play this game, Cardinal.
You watch with a suppressed giggle as he drops his napkin with a loud whoops and picks it up, hooking his gloved pinkie into your panties. Hidden behind the heavy white fabric that is stained with black lipstick marks he brings them to his face, stopping right underneath his beautiful straight nose. Your eyes widen as he pretends to clean his mouth, taking a deep breath through your underwear that has his chest rising and falling heavily in his tight suit. He catches your eyes just after his exhale and grins at your shocked expression. While he brings the napkin back to rest beside his empty plate, the panties fall into his lap. You can see his hard cock twitching at the contact, straining the unforgiving material of his pants in a way that looks more painful the harder he gets.
You hear a deep cough and look back to his face, his smirk pulling the corners of his mouth up to emphasise the delicious blush that has now spread over his freckled cheeks. He’s so very handsome, so very aware of his effect on you. Almost sensually, he trails his fingers from his belly down to his groin, hiding the panties in his hand and rubbing them over his cock. His eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh as he drags them over his bulge again and again. When he finally pushes them into his pocket, they leave a wet stain running along the seam of his crotch.
It’s enough. You can’t keep sitting here watching him while you drip into your dress. Fleeing the scene seems safe – he would not dare to stand up now, showing a whole table of Papas and Sister what’s going on in his pants. As soon as his attention leaves you momentarily, you slip away with an excuse to use the bathroom. For a few seconds you hurry down the cool hallways, the skirt of your dress billowing behind you and allowing a gentle breeze to caress your inner thighs. You have to stop and think to locate the nearest bathroom, but you’re not even close when you hear rapid footsteps behind you, flat heels clicking familiarly on old stone tiles.
You don’t even have enough time to turn around before he’s pulling you into his chest, stifling your surprised scream with his gloved hand. His erection is poking into your ass and he rolls his hips against you, practically humping you from behind.
“You think you can run away after this little show, rattino?” he murmurs. “Leave me sitting there in pain while you sneak away to steal your pleasure from me?”
You can’t help but moan against his fingers. With his arm slung around your waist, he drags you a few steps down the hall, his fingers on your mouth now sliding between your lips and pressing down on your tongue. Impatiently, he pushes you into an alcove that houses an expensive bronze statue based on the Lupa Capitolina. Only instead of a she-wolf the metal was molded into a three-headed hellhound nursing her puppies.
When you start to suck on his fingers, desperate for his attention now, he immediately pulls them out and tuts. “You don’t get to taste me, rattino, not even the leather on my hands.”
His tone draws a pathetic whimper from your mouth. The Cardinal has no mercy. With one hand digging into the meat of your hips, he holds you in place before you can feel the fingers of his other hand sprawling out on your back. For a moment he gently caresses your spine but then he suddenly pushes, bending you over the statue while grinding his hips into yours. You both moan at the feeling, the sound reverberating in the hallway at an alarming volume.
“They’re going to come looking for us,” you whisper. “Please, can we go somewhere else?”
“No no no, I won’t let you run again. You better be quiet, sorella, I know how loud you can get.” You can feel his hand moving between your bodies, fiddling with his pants. “So naughty, throwing your underwear at your Cardinal, teasing him like this in front of our Papa. You were not worried anyone would notice then, no? Did you want to embarrass me?”
You shake your head and rest your warm cheek on the cool metal of the statue.
“Words, rattino, or I will leave you bent over here for the rest of the night.”
You swallow uncomfortably. “No, Cardinal, I did not want to embarrass you. I’m sorry.”
“Hmm, you are, eh?” He starts to rut again, his hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks through the soft fabric of your dress. “Tell me why you did it, dolcezza, and maybe I will reward you for your courage.”
“I wanted to tease you back,” you admit. “Seeing you so hard for me was torture. You tortured me with your tight suit and your– your cock.”
He chuckles at your silly outburst. “You are not very patient, amore. Do you not trust me to take care of you in due time?”
“I need you. I needed you all day.”
He gives a melodic hum as he runs his hand from your back down to your ass, hiking your skirts up until you can feel the cool air against your bare cheeks. “That is a good reason, dolcezza. I will allow it for today.”
His sudden need to converse with you is slowly driving you insane. You push back into him, trying to get him to move, but all he does is grip your hips as tight as he can while his other hand rains down on your butt in a hard slap. The impact echoes loudly in the hollow alcove and you yelp, holding onto the neck of the hound to avoid sliding off its back.
“Ah, I did not say there would be no punishment.”
“’s too loud,” you whine.
“You’re right, I think I should fill that big mouth of yours, rattino.” He chuckles deviously. “And lucky for me you gave me the perfect thing.”
He pulls away to the point where you can’t feel him anymore and lose him in your peripheral vision. But before you can complain he roughly shoves your panties into your mouth. You can feel the cold wet patch against your tongue, the fabric quickly soaking up your spit.
“You know what our sign is, amore, yes?” he asks softly. You dutifully tap your fingers against the metal of the statue three times. “Brava ragazza. Now I will not hear another sound from you until you have received your punishment, okie dokie? I think five more will do.”
You nod and he gently runs his gloved hand over your ass, caressing the spot he just hit.
“You already had numero uno and since your mouth is ugh… occupied… this time I will count them for you, yes?” He gives you one more soft caress and then his hand comes down again, lower this time, the sound barely muffled by the leather of his gloves. It doesn’t hurt as much as his bare hands and yet you feel the sting so clearly that you bite into your makeshift gag. “Due.”
After this, he switches hands, his weaker left palm meeting your ass with slightly less force. Despite being in a more sequestered area of the abbey, you fell incredibly exposed and it only adds to the wild cocktail of pleasure and pain.
“Tre.”
A short break in which he soothes your skin with the soft leather. He gives you no warning before he strikes you two times in quick succession and you fight off a whimper by biting harder into the fabric in your mouth. No sounds, he’d said. He rewards you with an appreciative hum.
“Quattro e cinque.” Again, he soothes your skin, using his other hand to tickle your thigh. “You are doing so good, dolcezza, such a good little rat for your Cardinal. Just one more now.”
For the last one, he uses his right hand again. It’s the heaviest blow, aimed so low that you can feel the impact in your throbbing cunt as you slide further up the statue.
“Sei.”
You exhale through your nose and close your eyes, revelling in the burning sensation of your skin and the pleasure that’s pooling into your core.
“You know, this color is even more beautiful than your blush when I rubbed your panties over my cock,” the Cardinal says behind you with a chuckle and then you feel his lips on your ass. He presses a few gentle kisses to your abused skin, soothing with his tongue. His mouth travels all the way up to your lower back until he’s stopped by your dress. “Are you ready for me now, dolcezza? You are dripping all over your thighs.”
You whimper desperately at his words. He’s been avoiding your pussy on purpose but now you can feel his finger probing at your slick entrance, spreading out your arousal. A soft hum of relief leaves you at the contact, the sound of his zipper filling your ears like a choir of angels singing their heavenly praise.
He wastes no more time, slowly easing himself into your drenched cunt. After the long wait, the stretch feels so good that your eyelids flutter closed. For all his teasing, he must have been on edge as well because once he bottoms out, a strangled groan bubbles from his chest and his fingers dig into your hips with a bruising intensity.
“So good,” he whispers. “So f-fucking good, amore. Cazzo.”
And then he starts to move. The first thrust sends you flying halfway across the statue and you wrap your arms around its belly, chafing your finger on one of the edges. The Cardinal doesn’t stop, just pulls your hips back and slams himself into you again. You keen, muffled by the gag, but in your ears the pathetic noises you release and your skin slapping together resound so loudly that you’re sure the whole abbey can hear. He proceeds to roughly fuck into you with no regards for volume, the angle just right so he hits you where you need him. With all the pent-up desire for him you approach your climax fast and hard and you stop caring as you try to hold yourself steady as best as you can.
You’re right at the precipice, dangling so close to the edge when the Cardinal suddenly stops. It’s only then that you hear the clattering of heeled footsteps in the distance. You can almost see Sister yelling at you, the most embarrassing images flashing before your eyes, but with every passing second the sounds fade out more and more. You immediately push yourself back, wriggling as much as you can from your cramped position to get him to hurry up.
“Shhhhh.” He slowly rocks into you again, dragging the tip of his cock along your sensitive walls. “We will not rush this, dolcezza, no. I want you to feel every bit of it.”
Carefully, his speed picks back up, insistent hips rolling against your ass until he rediscovers his previous rhythm. With your moans stifled by your panties, the only outlet for your growing pleasure is your tight grip on the statue’s tits. The Cardinal must be close as well because soon he falters, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he clumsily slides his hand down to fumble with your clit. It’s all you need to fall. When you come, pleasure spreads over your body like liquid fire. You clench tightly around him and with a strangled moan he spills into you, twitching and shivering into his last few strokes.
For a moment, you stay exactly like that, stuck in the quiet afterglow with only your laboured breathing as evidence. The Cardinal lets you recuperate briefly after he pulls out, his hands soothing the skin of your hips that he gripped so tightly at the height of his pleasure.
“You did so well, amore, so well. Your Cardinal is so proud of you,” he whispers when he leans down to remove the panties from your mouth. “You are okay? Not too much?”
With your eyes still closed, you hum happily and rest your forehead against the cool metal, wetting your dry lips. He lets the fabric of your dress slide back over your tender backside and you whimper at the delicious pain. As you open your eyes to see him moving into your peripheral vision, he gives you an apologetic smile that you can’t help but return.
“We should go back, amore,” he finally says, tucking his softening dick back into his still wet pants. “I think they will be serving dessert soon and I really want the strawberry cake.”
“I don’t know if I can sit anymore,” you mumble, righting yourself on shaky knees. You can feel his seed dripping out of you immediately. He won’t give you the panties to clean yourself but pushes them back into his pocket.
“Maybe you have to sit on my lap for the rest of the evening,” he says, gently kissing your temple as he pulls you close. “Or kneel under my table hehe.”
You playfully push against his chest. “You know Papa hates it when we do PDA. He says we’re obnoxious.”
“Well, I hate it when he sits on my desk and messes up my papers and he does it all the time anyway.”
His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, brushes a strand of hair from your eyes. Up close you see all of his flushed, freckled face, his black eye make-up smudged into sweaty streaks. You wipe at his messed up lipstick but all he does is lean in to press a soft kiss to your lips. Finally tasting him is all the reward you need and you sigh, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue is gentle as it greets yours and when he breaks away, he smiles at you more fondly than ever.
“You know, we could steal some of the cake from the kitchens and just dip…” you propose, pressing a few kisses along his jaw.
His smile widens. “You always have the best ideas, amore.”
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡
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Serendipity: Chapter 1 - Papa Emeritus IV x Fem!Reader
Summary: On a Halloween night, you, along with Terzo and his family, head to the Ministry for an annual ball to celebrate this beloved day. On this occasion, you have the chance to meet Terzo's brothers, whom you've heard about for so long: Primo, Secondo, and most notably, the current Papa Emeritus, Copia.
Words: 7.811
A/N: Happy Halloween! After 30 days of The Ministry Kinktober, I thought it'd be fun to start a new series with Copia, this time casting him in the role of Papa Emeritus IV. I hope you all find it enjoyable.
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Chapter 2
Day 1: The Halloween ball.
Not too long ago, you had taken on the role of a nanny for Terzo's family, a job that might have seemed traditional but had turned into something quite extraordinary. It was a simple job, as you saw it, but it held a unique charm. You didn't need what people would call a "proper job." You had found an opportunity and embraced it with open arms.
Your life with Terzo, Angèle, and little Andras had begun when you first met them. The revelation that a Papa could marry and have children had initially surprised you, but as the months passed, you grew to understand why.
Terzo, was the former Papa Emeritus III, he had retired from his role but retained his title, akin to a seasoned veteran who continued to bear the honor of his past. He belonged to a unique religious group, far from the conventional churches that prayed to God and Saints. It was a Satanic Ministry.
Terzo had been apprehensive that you would run away upon learning the truth, but why would you? You saw no harm in their beliefs, and they were a joyful, healthy, and loving family. It was just one more facet of their lives, like an extra spice that enhanced the flavor of your experience, which may not have made much sense to outsiders, but to you, it was just an intriguing facet of their lives. You wouldn't judge them for it.
Over time, you had naturally learned more about their religion, not because they imposed it on you, but because you had an open mind and a willingness to listen. They always made sure you were comfortable with the information they shared, never pushing you into anything that might make you uncomfortable. However, what had truly piqued your interest was when you heard about the existence of Ghouls, and your excitement had reached peak levels when you finally met Dewdrop, one of the oldest Ghouls of the Ministry.
As you became closer to the family, Angèle shared pictures of their life in the Ministry, including images of Terzo's brothers. Primo, the eldest, had a commanding presence during his time as a Papa, but Angèle assured you he was a kind soul. Secondo, just three months older than Terzo, always wore an intimidating frown and had an impeccable sense of style.
And then, there was Copia, the current Papa Emeritus of the ministry and the new leader of Ghost. From the pictures Angèle showed you, Copia seemed to have it all. His handsome features and warm smile made your heart race, and the sight of him holding little Andras in a nursery photo nearly brought you to tears; it was the cutest thing you had ever seen.
But, circling back to the present, tonight was Halloween night, and you, Terzo, Angèle, and Andras were en route to the Ministry, all dressed in your costumes. The creative family had chosen to embody the Addams Family, while you, wanting to fit in somehow, had opted for a nun costume. In hindsight, it might not have been the best choice for a gathering at a satanic Ministry, but it was too late to change now.
As you got closer to the ministry, a wave of apprehension washed over you. You had grown accustomed to Terzo's family and their satanic customs, but tonight was different, and you weren't entirely sure what to expect, especially in the company of his brothers. In your heart, you knew your role was that of a nanny and nothing more. Yet, a part of you yearned to connect with the people you would meet tonight, especially since Terzo would be spending a week within the Ministry starting by today. He had explained that this was an opportunity to address some important matters with the clergy and to provide guidance to his brother, Copia, in his new role, alongside Primo and Secondo.
Also, you couldn't deny that you were feeling a bit nervous about meeting Copia in person. You hoped he lived up to the handsome figure he cut in the pictures Angèle had shared with you.
"We are almost there, Papa," Dewdrop's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you blinked, refocusing your attention on the road ahead. You glanced at the rearview mirror, where you could see Andras peacefully asleep in Angèle's arms. Terzo sat beside her, his hand resting gently on her leg. It was unusual for Terzo not to be the one behind the wheel, but tonight, given the formal nature of the ministry's event, Dewdrop had been assigned to chauffeur you all in one of the ministry's official cars.
A smile tugged at your lips as you admired the loving scene before you. Then, you turned your gaze to the Ghoul seated right beside you. "You didn't want to put on a costume for today, Dewdrop?" you asked playfully.
Dewdrop chuckled and replied, "I don't think I need one."
You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "Well, that's true. You are already in the Halloween spirit every day. I thought you would have convinced him to dress up as Lurch," you said as you turned your face to Terzo.
Terzo rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. "Ho tentato," he said with a grin, "but he refused. Apparently, driving a car for us today is already pushing the boundaries of his Ghoul image."
Dewdrop nodded with a smirk. "I have to maintain my Ghoul dignity, Papa."
As the car made a slight turn, you laid eyes on an old building that resembled a church. It bore a striking resemblance to the other churches you had seen before, but there was something uniquely captivating about it. The building was grand, situated on a sprawling piece of land adorned with a beautiful garden. It left you in awe, and your eyes sparkled with amazement as you took in the sight.
The car continued its way until it came to a stop in front of the large building. A group of Ghouls, more than you were accustomed to, had gathered by the entrance and swiftly approached the car. This was the first time you had seen so many of them at once; you were typically only in the company of Dewdrop.
"We are here," Dewdrop announced.
"Grazie, Dewdrop, for bringing us here today."
The Ghouls opened the car doors for Terzo and Angèle, who wasted no time in stepping out. However, you remained seated inside, gazing forward. Dewdrop reached out and gently touched your arm.
"Is something wrong?" he inquired.
You shook your head. "No, I'm just a little nervous, I guess."
Dewdrop reassured you with a warm smile. "There's no need to be nervous. Everything will be fine. Come with me, and you'll be fine."
He opened his door, then walked to your side, opening your door as well. You took Andra's bag and stepped out, and he closed the door behind you. Dewdrop offered you his arm, and you took it gratefully, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.
Glancing over at Terzo and Angèle, who were already waiting by the front door, you and Dewdrop made your way to join them. Two of the Ghouls opened the grand entrance, allowing Terzo to enter first, followed by Angèle, who held Andras in her arms. You followed closely behind them, hand in arm with Dewdrop, taking in the vastness of the ministry. It exceeded your expectations in size and grandeur. The Halloween decorations added a whimsical touch to the solemn atmosphere, and the faint strains of music drifted to your ears from a distance. A sense of excitement and anticipation bubbled within you as you stepped further into the ministry, eager to immerse yourself in the evening's festivities.
"Dear," Angèle's voice reached your ear as you walked alongside Dewdrop.
"Yes, miss?" you responded, instinctively using a formal title.
"I already told you, you can call me by my name," Angèle chided gently. "Can you hold him for me?"
"I'm sorry, mi- Angèle," you corrected yourself and reached out to take Andras into your arms, handling him with care.
Terzo flashed you a warm smile, and they continued to make their way toward the music. You returned to Dewdrop's side, walking alongside him as the music grew louder, guiding you to a room with its doors wide open. A Ghoul approached and led the way, with Terzo and Angèle following closely behind.
"Papa Emeritus III, Terzo, and his beloved wife, Angèle, have arrived," the Ghoul announced at the door.
Terzo and Angèle entered the room, and you and Dewdrop followed suit. The sight that greeted you was nothing short of incredible. The room was filled with people, dancing, conversing, and enjoying themselves to the fullest. The colorful lights on the ceiling illuminated the space in a mesmerizing display. Halloween decorations adorned the room, and the lively disco music filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was positively infectious.
Dewdrop turned to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "So, what do you think of all this?"
You couldn't contain your excitement as you looked around, taking in the grandeur of the event. "It's stunning! The ball is so grand, and there are so many people... I don't have words to describe it."
Dewdrop reached out and gently placed a hand on your lower back, leaning in closer to your ear. "I need to leave you now. I have to be around the ministry with the other Ghouls. Promise me you'll have fun, okay?"
You nodded, smiling at Dewdrop as he departed the room to attend to his duties. Your attention turned to Terzo and Angèle, who had moved farther away from you. Adjusting Andras in your arms as he began to wake up, you smiled down at the little one.
"Hello there, little one," you cooed, gently brushing your fingers across Andras's soft cheek. He responded with a radiant smile, accompanied by a symphony of baby sounds.
You made your way over to Terzo and his wife, who were standing near one of the tables adorned with a small paper sign that read "Papas." As you approached, someone came up behind you, and Terzo turned to face the newcomer.
"Fratello!" Terzo exclaimed, opening his arms and walking toward the person. "Where is your costume?"
Turning to see who it was, you found Secondo, one of Terzo's brothers, dressed in a very elegant dark green suit that emphasized all the curves and lines of his body, impeccably tailored to perfection. He exuded an air of sophistication and confidence. As he approached Terzo, they embraced warmly, and you couldn't help but notice how well Secondo carried himself in his stylish attire.
"I can't believe you didn't wear the costume I told you to," Terzo playfully chided as they pulled away.
"Terzo, I was not going to be Uncle Fester just because you asked me to," Secondo replied with a sigh.
"Why not, fratello? It would have been fun!" Terzo countered, clearly amused.
"Sì, for you, only," Secondo replied with a resigned tone. He then looked around and laid his eyes on you. "Oh, here he is! And who is this, signora?"
"She is our nanny," Angèle chimed in, going to your side and placing her hand on your back.
"It's nice to meet you formally, Papa," you said, extending your hand toward him, and he gallantly kissed the back of it.
"Il piacere è tutto mi," he replied with a charming smile, still holding your hand.
"Terzo!" another voice called from behind you, and you turned to see who it was.
"Primo!" Terzo exclaimed with a chuckle. "Fratello, hai lo spirito di Halloween! Sapevo che non mi avresti deluso!"
Indeed, Primo was dressed as Uncle Fester, and you couldn't help but stifle a giggle. He approached your group and hugged Terzo, just as Secondo had done earlier.
"See, fratello?" Terzo said, glancing at Secondo. "Primo has the Halloween spirit!"
"So you basically asked for the two of us to dress as Uncle Fester because you knew one of us would come as it?" Secondo asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"One of you was bound to do it," Terzo replied teasingly.
"Cretino," Secondo muttered in a sharp tone, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
"Secondo," Primo said with a disapproving look, then turned his gaze to you. "And who is this bella signora?"
"This is Andra's nanny, fratello," Terzo clarified.
Primo approached you with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, bella," he said gently. "And it seems our piccolo demone is awake."
You smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you too, Papa. And yes, Andras is quite awake and lively right now."
Primo extended his arms, and you handed Andras over to him. "Ciao piccolo," he greeted with a smile. "Il tuo zio preferito ti ha fatto mancare, mio piccolo demone."
"Zio preferito? You wish, fratello," Secondo chimed in as he approached Primo. He extended his hand toward Andras, who eagerly clasped one of his fingers with his tiny hand, letting out a sweet giggle. "See? He knows who his zio prefereito is. He's even smiling at me."
"Smiling at you?" Primo countered with playful banter. "The bambino is laughing at you."
The brothers exchanged amused glances, their competitive spirit lightening the mood as Andras enjoyed their attention. You briefly averted your eyes to take in the lively atmosphere of the Halloween ball. The joyous spirit in the room was infectious, and you couldn't help but feel like you belonged there.
"Where is Copia?" Angèle inquired.
As you heard his name, your attention snapped back to the conversation. Angèle now had Andras in her arms, and Terzo was pulling out a chair for her to sit next to him. Secondo and Primo were already seated, and you quickly made your way to sit beside Angèle, hanging Andra's bag on the chair.
"He's somewhere around, we haven't seen him since we got here," Secondo replied.
You listened attentively, feeling a bit disappointed. Would you not have the chance to meet Copia tonight? Was he not going to attend the Halloween ball? You consoled yourself with the thought that you would likely encounter him during your stay at the ministry.
Suddenly, someone approached you from the side, and you let out a loud scream of horror, causing Andras to start crying. The person was covered with a white sheet, and your eyes widened in terror as you clutched your chest, breathing heavily.
The person quickly removed the sheet, revealing Copia beneath it. "Ti ho spaventato? Mi dispiace, non era mia intenzione!"
Angèle got up from her seat with Andras still crying in her arms. You got up and rushed over to Angèle, who was trying to soothe the upset little one in her arms. You rushed to Andras' bag, located on your chair, and quickly retrieved his favorite plushie. Returning to Angèle, you presented it to Andras, attempting to comfort him, but it appeared to have little effect on his persistent crying.
Copia expressed his apologies, feeling genuinely remorseful for causing the commotion. "What have I done?" he said, addressing his brothers and Angèle.
"It's totally okay, it wasn't your fault," you reassured him, taking Andras into your arms.
"Terzo, please, give me his pacifier. It's in your blazer's pocket," Angèle requested.
Terzo promptly got up and retrieved the pacifier from his pocket, handing it to Angèle. She gently placed the pacifier in Andras' mouth, successfully calming him down. She then took him back into her arms, also reaching for Andra's bag, hanging on your chair.
"I'm going to step outside with him for a bit," Angèle announced. "I'll be right back."
As Angèle left the room with Andras, you took a deep breath, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden scare. A hand on your back sent shivers down your spine, and you turned to see Copia standing beside you. You turned your face to find Copia standing there, and for a moment, you were rendered speechless. He was even more striking in person, and you couldn't help but admire his presence. His voice was as charming as his appearance, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness in his presence.
"Are you okay?" he inquired, his concern evident in his voice.
In silence, you nodded, unable to find your voice as you continued to gaze at his captivating features. A smile graced his lips, and his hand gently squeezed your arm in a reassuring gesture.
"Bene, molto bene," he said, withdrawing his hand from your arm.
Copia offered a gentle smile, causing your cheeks to flush. He approached the table and pulled out your chair, signaling for you to sit down. You walked over to your chair and gracefully took your seat. Copia joined you, sitting right beside you, while Secondo audibly sighed and shook his head in response to the earlier playful banter.
"Secondo, non cominciare neanche," Primo warned him.
"Non stavo per dire niente," Secondo replied with a faint smirk.
Copia offered his sincere apologies. "Mi dispiace profondamente. I didn't mean to scare the signora, and I certainly didn't intend to frighten my own nipote."
"It's okay; it was my fault. I wasn't expecting it," you reassured him in a gentle tone.
Terzo chimed in with a bit of humor, "Please don't kill our nanny. She's the only one who's stayed with us. You have no idea how hard it is to find a nanny when you tell them about being a retired satanic Papa."
Copia turned his body toward you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Again, mi dispiace profondamente. I didn't mean to... you know... kill you."
You chuckled nervously. "I hope... not?"
"No, I didn't mean to say it that way," he stammered. "I- I mean, I meant that I didn't want to scare you with my costume to the point where you'd... well, you know."
"Forse sarebbe meglio se smettessi di giustificarti, fratello," Secondo chimed in.
Your hand went to Copia's on your shoulder, and you held it delicately as you looked at him. "Papa, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it, and I know you don't want to, you know, kill me, even though you're a very scary ghost, right?"
"Oh!" he exclaimed, blushing slightly. "Sì, sì, I'm a scary ghost! Be careful, bella... sorella!" he said, straightening his body and trying to sound scary.
You made a frightened face and playfully let go of his hand. "Please, Papa, have mercy on me. I'm just a..." you furrowed your brows. "What did you call me again?"
"Sorella," he repeated, clarifying, "It's how we call the sisters, nuns, just like you tonight, in Italian."
You nodded and resumed your scary expression. "Please, Papa, I'm just a sorella today. I'm innocent!" you said, your tone with a hint like if you were truly scared by him.
Copia chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm going to have mercy today and not go after you to haunt you, but only this time."
"Oh, don't worry, Papa. You can come after me if you want," you said, leaning back in your chair.
Copia gasped, blushing deeply, and your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said. "I'm sorry, Papa. I meant that I'm not that scared, and I won't mind to be haunted, you see? I'm very... I have a lot of courage!"
Copia nodded, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. Quickly, he retrieved the sheet from the table and draped it over himself once more, hiding his face behind it. A silence sank between you two, and you felt like all of the brothers were looking straight at you. You couldn't feel more embarrassed than you did now.
"So, where is your costume, fratello?" Terzo asked, breaking the silence, his eyes playfully scanning Copia.
Copia, draped in a simple white sheet, spread his arms wide. "Eh, this is my costume," he declared.
Terzo couldn't help but chuckle. "No, this is just a sheet from the laundry room, probably. Come on, you two have no Halloween spirit," Terzo teased. "Only Primo followed my suggestion."
Secondo, looking dapper in his suit, shook his head in mock disapproval. "Terzo, if I dressed as you asked me, you'd have two Uncle Festers for your son."
Terzo laughed. "Wouldn't that be a sight?"
Curious, you turned to Copia, who stood beside you. "And what did Terzo ask you to dress as?"
Copia grinned mischievously. "Cousin Itt."
Secondo couldn't contain his laughter. "Cousin Itt!? Oh, fratello, I take back everything I said about your costume choices."
Copia leaned closer to you and whispered, "Still, Secondo didn't wear the costume Terzo picked out for him, coglione."
You couldn't help but laugh, your eyes locking onto his as you both shared a playful moment. The proximity and the fact that you could only see his eyes under the sheet added an unexpected intimacy to the situation. Your cheeks were flushed, and you wished you had a sheet to hide behind as well, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his. However, your attention shifted as Angèle as you notices her returning to the table, though without Andras.
"Hello, what have I missed?" she inquired as she took her seat right next to Terzo, pressing a gentle peck on his lips.
"I due che stanno flirtando," Secondo chimed in, a playful grin on his face.
"Lasciali stare, Secondo," Primo interjected.
"Non stavamo flirtando!" Copia quickly defended himself.
"Sì, stavate flirtando con lei," Terzo said with a smirk on the corner of his lips. "Where's Andras, cara mia?" he asked.
"I put him to sleep; he's being watched by Dewdrop now," Angèle explained.
"Oh, miss, do you want me to go there?" you offered, preparing to get up.
"You don't have to, dear, only if you want," Angèle replied.
"I insist; it's my job," you said, rising from your seat.
"In that case, I would appreciate it."
"Of course, miss."
"Angèle," she corrected.
"Angèle," you repeated.
With that, you politely excused yourself from the table. Copia got up after you, gracefully removing the sheet from himself and placing it on the chair. He then turned his body to face you. His hair was a little messy, and you couldn't help but giggle slightly at the view, for some reason it was charming.
"Wait, may I go with you?" Copia asked. "I want to see my nepote, and I'm afraid you don't know where you are going to stay during the week."
You were taken aback by his gesture. "Oh, that's very... gentle of you," you said, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by his offer. "Thank you, Papa."
Copia extended his arm toward you, and you hesitated for a moment before deciding to take it. The two of you walked away from the table, making your way toward the door leading to the chambers. Side by side, you and Copia entered the corridor, leaving the lively Halloween party behind.
You took a deep breath, savoring the faint scent of his cologne as you did. It was a refreshing and almost mythical fragrance that captivated your senses. You smiled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the experience. You didn't want to forget this scent; you wanted to keep it in your memory, as it made you feel even closer to him.
Turning your face to him, you noticed that his hair was still slightly messy. Hesitantly, you extended your hand, expecting him to react, but he remained still. Gently, you reached out and smoothed his hair, your touch light and delicate.
"Thank you for coming with me, Papa," you said, glancing up at him with a warm smile.
Copia returned your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, you don't have to thank me," he replied, his voice smooth and reassuring.
"I do," you insisted, gently squeezing his arm. "After all, this is one of your first parties as a Papa here at the ministry, right?" you inquired, a soft smile on your lips as you withdrew your hand from his hair.
Copia nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, sì, sì."
"So you are the principal attraction of tonight, Papa!" you teased playfully, your tone filled with light-heartedness.
Copia chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Eh... I must confess this is all new for me."
"Really? Is it different from when you were a Cardinal?" you inquired, genuinely curious about his experience.
"Not too much when it comes to responsibilities," he explained, his gaze focused ahead as he considered your question. "They've just escalated a little more, but I still do many of the things I used to do before."
"But how do you feel about being a Papa now?" you asked curiously, your eyes fixed on Copia.
"Eh... Honestly?" Copia began, hesitating for a moment. "I'm happy with it, but can you keep a secret?"
A sense of intrigue filled you, and you nodded with a reassuring smile. "All the secrets you feel like telling me."
He blushed deeply before opening up further. "I'm very scared."
"Scared? How? Why?" Your curiosity deepened.
"I'm too afraid that they will not like me as much as they liked Terzo, Secondo and Primo" Copia admitted, his vulnerability showing.
"Copia, you can't compare yourself with your brothers," you said gently, trying to ease his worries. "And if I were you, I wouldn't worry at all. They will love you."
"Do you think so?" Copia asked, his uncertainty still lingering.
"Oh, I don't think they will, I know they will," you replied with a reassuring smile, emphasizing your confidence in him.
Copia halted his steps, his inquisitive gaze locked onto yours. "Eh, how can you be so sure?" he asked.
You paused, choosing your words carefully. "Well, I can't speak for everyone, but from what I've gathered about you through my interactions and what Terzo has shared, you come across as a gentle, kind-hearted, and dedicated man. Terzo spoke highly of your love for this place and your unwavering commitment to reaching this position. If this is something you've wanted for a long time, Papa, then there's no reason to doubt yourself. Embrace it, and you'll excel in your role at the ministry."
Copia found himself at a loss for words, overwhelmed by your kind and comforting presence. Your eyes locked into each other, creating an intimate silence in the corridor. The distant music from the ball could still be heard. Copia raised his arm slightly, as if contemplating a gesture, but then he lowered it and offered a soft, appreciative smile.
The intensity of your gaze made his cheeks flush with a deep shade of red. If he were still in his costume, he was sure he'd feel exposed, as the heat in his cheeks was almost unbearable. He was thankful that at least his face was still adorned with paint. Especially because your warm eyes were still locked onto his.
"Grazie," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with gratitude. "I don't deserve your kind heart."
You returned his smile and offered a reassuring nod. "You'll do great, Papa. Just believe in yourself."
Your eyes remained locked again in a wordless connection for a brief yet meaningful moment before Copia resumed walking, with you following closely. You two kept walking with your arms entwined, the comfortable silence enveloping you both. The only sounds that filled the corridor were the rhythmic echoes of your footsteps and the distant melody of the music from the ball. You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of closeness and ease, and you tightened your grip on his arm, silently cherishing the moment.
"So, can I ask to know more about you?" Copia inquired, breaking the silence.
"Sure," you responded timidly. "What do you want to know, Papa?"
"How long have you been working for my brother?" he inquired.
You glanced at him. "I've been with him for some months now, almost a year."
He nodded thoughtfully. "And are you enjoying it?" he asked.
With a smile, you responded, "I am! Your brother is a very nice man, his wife is really sweet, and little Andras is amazing."
"If you don't mind to answer..." Copia's curiosity didn't wane as he inquired further, "How do you feel about our little lifestyle?"
"The Satanism?" you asked, seeking clarification, and he nodded in confirmation. "I don't mind it at all. I see no harm; it all looks very cheerful and great."
Copia's expression revealed a hint of surprise. "You don't feel scared being here surrounded by our unholy place?"
You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. "No, not at all. The only thing that scared me here today was you."
He sighed, showing genuine remorse. "Eh, about that... I really didn't want to scare you, not at all."
"I know, Papa. You don't have to keep apologizing. I know you were just in your costume."
Copia nodded, appreciating your understanding. "Sì, it was just a costume, after all. But I'm glad you're not afraid of our unique surroundings, or of me."
You smiled warmly. "Honestly, I find it all quite fascinating."
Copia chuckled. "Fascinating? That's not a word I hear often in this context."
"Well, it's different, and different can be interesting," you explained.
"Just like your attire tonight," he said. "You chose a very unique costume for tonight," Copia observed, his eyes sweeping up and down your nun costume.
You glanced down at your outfit and replied, "Did I?"
"Sì, our siblings here also wear habits in their daily lives, but it's just a little bit different from yours. But don't worry, you are looking very beautiful as a sorella."
"Thank you, Papa," you laughed shyly.
Copia's compliment made you blush, and you couldn't help but feel flattered by his words. As the two of you continued down the corridor, you found yourself becoming more comfortable in his presence, enjoying his charming demeanor.
"May I ask one more question?" Copia inquired.
"You can ask all the questions you want, Papa," you replied.
Copia's cheeks took on a subtle flush as he chuckled with a hint of shyness, and he nodded. "Well, I just wanted to know your name. Would you tell me your name?"
You hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit bashful. As you shared your name with him, Copia's lips curved into a broad smile. He nodded and repeated your name in a soft, charming tone. Hearing him say your name felt like the highlight of your night. It had a different, special quality when spoken in his accent, and it made you feel even closer to him.
As you continued to walk down the corridors of the ministry, Copia's steps began to slow, hinting that you were nearing your destination. Finally, you and Copia reached the door to your temporary residence. Copia took the lead, positioning himself in front of you. With a gentle knock on the door, you both waited for a few moments. The door eventually swung open, revealing Dewdrop.
"Good evening, Papa," Dewdrop said. "How can I help you?"
"I came here with Andras' nanny and she will stay here with him until his parents come back," he said.
Dewdrop raised an eyebrow and looked past Copia at you. "Andra's nanny, huh?"
You couldn't help but laugh and replied, "Don't mock me, Dewdrop."
Dewdrop chuckled and said, "I'm not mocking!"
"You're free to return to your duties now," Copia said, his tone carrying a hint of something you couldn't quite decipher.
"Of course, Papa," Dewdrop said.
Dewdrop stepped aside, granting you and Copia access to the place. Copia made his first step, entering the chambers. However, as you moved to enter, Dewdrop unexpectedly held your hand, causing you to let out a surprised squeak. Copia turned his attention to Dewdrop and you.
"How was at the ball?" Dewdrop inquired.
"It was..." you hesitated for a moment. "fun."
"Fun?" Dewdrop leaned in closer, a teasing tone in his voice. "Why don't I believe that your 'fun' is real?"
"Because you like to mock me," you replied, playfully pouting.
Dewdrop chuckled and let go of your hand. "I'm not mocking you right now. I was just wondering if you had fun. But maybe we should talk..." he turned his gaze to Copia before continuing, "...tomorrow."
Copia observed your interaction with Dewdrop closely, a thoughtful expression on his face. You took a step into the chambers, with Copia staring at you. As you exchanged a small smile, you turned your attention back to Dewdrop, who remained outside the door. Copia positioned himself behind you, his eyes locking onto Dewdrop once more.
"Grazie, Dewdrop. We'll take it from here," he said.
Dewdrop gave a polite nod and closed the door behind you. You and Copia were now alone in there. You took a moment to look around, and your eyes widened in amazement. The room was much larger and more lavish than you had anticipated. Intricately designed works of art adorned the walls, and the color scheme was meticulously coordinated, creating an elegant and inviting ambiance that took you by surprise. You couldn't help but appreciate the attention to detail that had gone into decorating the room.
"Did you like it?" Copia inquired, gesturing for you to follow him further into the room.
"It's bigger than I expected," you admitted, glancing around in awe.
"It's going to be mine," he explained.
"Yours?" you questioned.
"Sì, this place was supposed to be mine for now, as it's the Papal apartment. However, I don't need this much space at the moment, so I thought it was better to give it to Terzo and his family, while I stay in my old chambers."
"Are you sure, Papa? I mean..."
"I'm completely sure, don't worry. Besides, my room has everything I need – a bed, a TV, my video game, and even my lava lamp," he said with a playful grin, noticing your intrigued expression.
"Did you say a lava lamp?" you asked, clearly fascinated. "I haven't seen one for so long!"
Copia's grin widened as he saw your excitement. "Sì. I find the shifting colors and blobs of lava oddly soothing."
"They are very... hypnotizing for sure," you said.
He laughed softly. "Let me show you to your room," Copia smiled warmly. "Follow me, cuoricina."
You nodded appreciatively as he led the way to your designated room. He extended his hand to open the door for you, and you acknowledged his gesture with another nod before stepping inside. As you entered the room, your eyes widened in astonishment. The room was decorated in warm, neutral colors, with a comfortable-looking bed, a small desk, and a window that overlooked the beautiful garden outside.
Copia gestured towards the room. "This will be your room during your stay," he explained. "Please, make yourself at home."
"Thank you, Papa," you replied with a grateful smile.
Eager to explore, you wandered around the room, but your curiosity drew you to the window. It was large and clear, and you pressed your hands against the cool glass, looking down at the vast garden below. Even in the darkness, the small lights scattered throughout the garden made it appear enchanting. As you gazed, a slight shiver ran down your spine, and your body tensed a bit as you felt Copia's warm hand on your lower back, his touch gentle and comforting.
"Did you like it?" he asked, his fingers gently rubbing your lower back.
As you turned your face towards him, your eyes met his. Copia's face was softly illuminated by the ambient light from outside the window, accentuating his handsome features. The moment felt like it stretched on for eternity, and you wished you could freeze time to continue gazing at him, to savor his touch a little longer. However, you couldn't just stand there in silence, no matter how much you wanted to.
Breaking the silence, you finally spoke, your voice trembling slightly, "I loved it."
"I think this room has the best view of them all," he whispered, his eyes fixed on you.
"I think you're right, Papa," you whispered back.
Copia withdrew his hand from your back and concealed both of his hands behind his back. He turned his attention to the garden, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. But you couldn't tear your gaze away from him. For someone associated with a satanic church, he appeared ethereal and bathed in an inexplicable grace, as if touched by a blessing rather than something sinful.
"So you are friend with Dewdrop?" Copia inquired, breaking the silence.
"Oh, well, I suppose we're friends of sorts," you replied. "He sometimes visits Terzo's house with ministry-related items.
"Eh! That's right," he nodded. "That makes sense."
You giggled, turning your body to face him. "He told me that he's one of the older ghouls here, and that's quite fascinating, to be honest."
"Fascinating?" he inquired.
"Yes, it's intriguing," you explained. "First, because he's been here for such a long time, and second, because he's also a Ghoul. I have no real understanding of what Ghouls are, but I have my theories."
Copia moved closer to you. "So, you find ghouls fascinating?"
"Yes, I do," you said with genuine curiosity. "I've always wondered where they come from."
Copia hesitated and then said, "I'm afraid I can't reveal that. It's a secret of the ministry."
You pouted and pleaded, "Really, Papa? You won't tell me?"
Copia couldn't resist your charm. He grinned playfully. "Well, alright. You see, when a Ghoul and a Ghoulette love each other..."
You burst into laughter, cutting him off. "Stop it! That's not how it happens!"
Copia chuckled at your reaction. "You're right, that's not how it happens, but I couldn't resist."
You playfully rolled your eyes, followed by a smile. "You're really not going to tell me, right?"
Copia shook his head regretfully. "I wish I could, trust me, but I can't."
"It's okay, Papa," you whispered, drawing nearer to him.
"Shall we head back to the party?" he suggested, his hand reaching for your hand.
"Uh... I can't, Papa. I need to stay here with Andras," you responded.
"Right! I completely forgot," he sighed. "I'm a lousy uncle."
"No, Papa, you're not," you reassured him. "I know you're an amazing uncle."
Copia's gaze remained locked with yours, and a brief silence hung in the air. He moved to say something, but just as he began to speak, the sound of Andras crying echoed from the room next door. Without hesitation, you swiftly exited the room and hurried into the adjacent one. There, you opened the door and approached the small crib. With gentle hands, you lifted Andras into your arms, comforting him as he cried.
With Andras in your arms, you gradually managed to calm him down, and his cries gradually transformed into soft, whimpering sounds. Copia watched the scene unfold from the doorway, his smile reflecting his appreciation for your comforting skills. It was a heartwarming moment as you continued to soothe the little one, both of you providing him with the care and attention he needed.
"Is he all right?" Copia asked as he walked over to you.
You turned to him with a reassuring smile. "Yes, he just needed a little attention. Babies can be quite sensitive, but they usually calm down with some care and comfort."
Copia nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting to Andras as he gently caressed the his head. "You're really good with him."
"I guess so," you replied, still holding Andras. "Are you awake to see your zio Copia?"
"Zio? Do you speak Italian?"
"Oh, not at all," you chuckled, gently rocking Andras. "But Terzo always talks about you three as his zio, so I just got used to it."
Copia chuckled at your response. "That's quite observant of you. Impressive."
"Thank you, Papa," you replied with a hint of pride.
Copia then extended his arms toward Andras. "So, before I go back to the party, can I hold my nepote a little bit?"
"Of course," you replied, gently passing Andras into Copia's waiting arms.
Copia's face lit up with a warm smile as he cradled Andras in his arms. The baby looked small and fragile in comparison to the tall and imposing figure of Copia, but there was a gentle tenderness in the way he held him. Copia's eyes were fixated on Andras, who gazed up at him with curious eyes. It was a heartwarming sight, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment as you watched the two of them together.
"You look well with him in your arms," you remarked, your gaze fixed on the bonding pair.
"Do I?" Copia giggled softly. "I always heard I had a way with kids."
"I think you do too," you said with sincerity, a smile gracing your lips.
As you took a step closer to Copia and Andras, you gently reached for the baby's hand, feeling his tiny fingers wrap around one of yours. Copia's eyes met yours, and there was an unspoken connection between you two. You both shared a smile, and in that moment, you realized that Copia's presence was even more captivating in person than in any photograph. The depth of his gaze and the warmth of his smile were something that couldn't be fully captured in pictures. You found yourself drawn to the genuine warmth and kindness in Copia's eyes.
However, the tender moment between you and Copia was suddenly interrupted by Andras's cries, breaking the connection you shared. Copia gently rocked the baby in his arms, trying to soothe him, while you reached out to touch Andras's tiny cheek, offering comfort and reassurance. Andras's cries filled the room, making it clear that he needed attention and care. Copia looked at you with a slightly apologetic smile as he continued his attempts to calm the baby.
"It seems like Andras prefers your company," Copia remarked, his voice filled with warmth as he tried to ease the baby's distress.
With that, Copia carefully handed Andras back to you, allowing you to resume your soothing efforts. You gently cradled Andras, who had started to show signs of drowsiness. You carefully walked over to the crib, and with a tender touch, you placed him back in it. Andras seemed to settle down once again, his eyelids growing heavier as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Copia watched the scene with a soft smile. "Grazie for taking care of m- him," he said, his tone a little nervous.
You turned to him with a warm smile. "It's my pleasure, Papa. And also, my job."
Copia nodded, leaning closer to the crib to admire his sleeping nephew. His fingers gently brushed over Andras's tiny hand, and a warm smile played on his lips. "I should head back to the party. But can I walk you to your chambers?"
"Papa, I'm already here, my room is right next door," you chuckled, stepping closer to him.
"Eh! Sì, sì, my silly mistake, sì?" He chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement.
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Papa!" you teased, playfully patting his arm. "Maybe my outfit is causing the confusion."
You reached for the veil of your nun costume, fingers deftly untangling the knot that held it in place. As you removed the costume piece, Copia's gaze briefly fell upon you, but he quickly averted his eyes, fixating on some unseen point in the room.
"Better now?" you asked.
Copia turned his gaze back to you, his eyes tracing your figure from head to toe. He took a deep breath and nodded. There was a hint of a word that he seemed to hold back. You giggled and decided to distract yourself by tucking Andras into his crib. After turning off a nearby lamp, you walked back towards Copia, stopping in front of him.
"Maybe I can walk you to the front door?" you offered, reaching for his shirt and adjusting it neatly around his neck.
Copia looked at your hand and then nodded thoughtfully. You both left Andras's room, quietly closing the door behind you. Walking together down the corridor, your footsteps produced a faint echo on the polished floors. Approaching the front door, you hesitated for a moment. You stopped in front of it and your hand hovered over the doorknob. You glanced at Copia, who seemed lost in his thoughts as he stared at you.
"Thank you again for accompanying me, Papa," you expressed, your voice sincere and appreciative.
Copia blinked as if snapping out of a reverie, his attention returning to you. "Oh, mi dispiace," he responded, his voice gentle. "I was momentarily lost in thought. You were saying?"
"I was thanking you," you reiterated, a faint smile on your lips. "For coming with me and for letting us stay in your Papal apartment."
Copia offered you a warm smile in return. "You're most welcome. It was a pleasure to be of assistance. I hope you and Andras have a pleasant night."
With that, Copia stepped through the open door into the corridor, and you leaned against the doorframe, your eyes fixed on his retreating figure. Copia turned his body back to you and paused for a moment, contemplating something. Slowly, he extended his hand toward you, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for yours, holding it.
"I hope you find your room comfortable. If there's anything you need or any questions you have, don't hesitate to ask me or any of the Ghouls. We're here to make your time at the ministry enjoyable If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask," he said with a reassuring tone. "And remember, you can always reach me."
Copia brought your hand closer to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of it. You nodded, blushing deeply at his words, and bit your lower lip, trying to contain your emotions. Taking a deep breath, you offered him a warm smile. As he released your hand, his lips lightly brushed against your skin, and you felt his grip tighten. Your breath caught in your throat, but you fought to maintain your composure.
“Of course, Papa. Have a great time at the party, and don’t scare anyone else with your costume," you playfully remarked.
Copia chuckled. “I’ll do my best. Arrivederci, bella sorella.”
“Arrivederci, Papa,” you replied as he turned to leave, heading back to the Halloween party.
Copia came to a sudden halt, turning his head to look back at you over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned and strolled down the corridor. As he gradually disappeared from your sight, you closed the door gently. Leaning against the door, you took a deep breath, your eyes closed, and you bit your lower lip slightly. There was no doubt about it – Copia was even more captivating in person than in the photos.
Grammar
Ho tentato: I tried
Fratello: Brother
Sì: Yes
Signora: Lady
Il piacere è tutto mio: The pleasure is all mine
Hai lo spirito di Halloween! Sapevo che non mi avresti deluso: You have the spirit of Halloween! I knew you wouldn't disappoint me!
Cretino: Idiot
Bella signora: Beautiful lady
Piccolo demone: Little demon
Ciao piccolo: Hello, little one
Il tuo zio preferito ti ha fatto mancare, mio piccolo demone: Your favorite uncle missed you, my little demon
Zio preferito: Favorite uncle
Bambino: Child
Ti ho spaventato? Mi dispiace, non era mia intenzione!: Did I scare you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!
Bene, molto bene: Good, very good
Non cominciare neanche: Don't even start
Non stavo per dire niente: I wasn't going to say anything
Mi dispiace profondamente: I'm deeply sorry
Nepote: Nephew
Forse sarebbe meglio se smettessi di giustificarti, fratello: Maybe it would be best if you stop trying to justify yourself, brother
Coglione: Idiot
I due che stanno flirtando: The two of them flirting
Lasciali stare: Leave them alone
Non stavamo flirtando!: We weren't flirting!
Sì, stavate flirtando con lei: Yes, you were flirting with her
Cara mia: My dear
Grazie: Thank you
Cuoricina: Sweetheart
Mi dispiace: I'm sorry
Arrivederci: Goodbye
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{NSFW COPIA DRABBLES AHEAD!}
Saw the 1st pic on twt earlier and I had to!
🥴🙏🥵
📸 Credit here
Imagine him fucking you in this position, like. He’s got one hand on your backside, caressing you, sliding down to cup your ass cheeks and giving them a smack. Sticking his thumb in your asshole for good measure (unless he’s got his cock in it).
“Have been a good girl/boy, cara/caro?” he’s asking, not even waiting for an answer before fucking into you roughly. He’s gripping your hips and pushing you onto his cock over and over, not letting your whimpers let him falter from getting what he wants - in fact, your noises drive him crazier.
He’ll pull out unexpectedly just to eat you out from behind, and you never know what move he’ll do next. But rest assured, he’ll have you cumming around his cock as he spills himself inside you 😩
Oh yeah, I’m down bad today folks. 😮💨
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Stay ~ Copia x Female!Reader
Fandom: Ghost
Rating: Explict
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, blood drinking, oral sex, p in v sex
Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader
Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, Female!Reader
Additional Tags: Dracopia, Vampire!Copia, no use of y/n
Words: 3,758
Summary: Instead of meeting the Hat Man in your Benedryl-induced dreams, you meet Copia.
Author's Note:
So you know how people say they see the Hat Man when they take Benedryl? Yea, this was inspired by that idea.
This is only the second fic I've written in a second-person point of view, and the first fic I've written in the present tense, so I apologize for any mistakes in point of view or tense. I also apologize for any poorly Google-translated Italian you might see in this fic.
AO3
You can’t sleep. The seasonal changes brought about your allergies and the sneezing, sore throat, and watering, stinging eyes made it impossible to get any kind of rest. You sigh as you look at the two small, pink pills in your hand. Benedryl would be sure to put you to sleep and ease your symptoms. You couldn’t sneeze if you were in a coma. You pop the pills and down a glass of water before changing into your pajamas—a pair of cotton shorts that barely covers your ass, and a thin, white t-shirt. You crawl into bed and make yourself cozy in your nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies. The Benedryl starts to take over and as your eyes grow heavy, a yawn escapes you.
You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake again it’s dark. The tv show you fell asleep to is long over leaving you stare at a black screen.You sit up and rub your eyes, looking for your phone to check the time. You feel alright physically but you know something is off. As your eyes squint through the darkness of your bedroom, you spot a humanoid shadow in the corner near your window. A chill runs down your spine as fear seeps into your bones. The shadow steps forward and the moonlight illuminates its features. The shadow is a man or something that looks like a man at least. He looks older than you, maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. His face is painted in black and white skull paint and his hair is combed back. The mismatched eyes, one a color you can’t discern, and the other the brightest of white stare into you.
“W-who are you?” You ask, pushing yourself back against your headboard and making yourself appear small. Maybe if you look defenseless whoever is standing in front of you won’t hurt you.
The figure says nothing as he approaches. He’s wearing a dark-colored jacket with fraying around the edges of the lapels, a blue cravat tied around the high-neck black shirt, and tight black pants that were distressed, frayed, and patched dawned his impressive legs. You find the man handsome and fascinating despite the fear surging through you.
The man smirks at you, now just a foot away from the edge of your bed. “I think the better question is what are you doing in my word, cara ?”
“Your world? This is my bedroom,” you said, your eyes darting around as though to confirm you are indeed in your room.
“Hmmm, it may be your room in your world, but you’re not in your world anymore. You’re in mine.” He’s closer, his gloved hands now bracing himself on the bed as he leans forward. He inhales deeply, as though taking in your scent, and lets out a contentful sigh. “You smell delicious, cara .”
“W-what?” You ask, your eyes wide in shock and fear as you lean away from him. “This is a dream. I’ve got to be dreaming.”
He chuckles, a gloved hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “You better hope and pray that you make it safe back to your own world.”
Your eyes snap open as you sit straight up in bed. The sunlight from the window on the other side of the room is filtering through the sheer curtains, bathing your room in warm light. You let out a sigh of relief. “Just a dream,” you say, falling back against your pillows. You feel your heart racing in your chest, but you can’t tell if it is from fear or the touch of the man from your dreams. You might have been afraid, but you get the sense that the man will not actually hurt you.
~~~
It is another night of allergies ruining your rest, and two Benedryl later, you are dozing off once more. You fall into the same dream. You wake up in your dark bedroom and the man from your dream days prior is there once more. He stands at the foot of your bed smirking at you.
“Welcome back, cara ,” he says.
“How did I get back here?” You ask.
“Your mind, eh, reached out for me,” he says as though he’s not sure how you got back there either.
“Who even are you?”
“Forgive me, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Copia. I already know your name.”
“How?”
“Beh, I have my ways,” he says as he walks around to your side of the bed. “You don’t seem as fearful today.”
“Well this is a dream and you can’t hurt me in a dream. It’s not real,” you say almost smugly.
He lets out a chuckle. “Are you sure about that, tesoro ?”
Doubt fills you at his words. This isn’t just any average dream and deep down you know that. This is different; almost like you fell into a parallel universe.
“Ah I see your gears turning,” Copia says, leaning closer to you. He inhales your scent once more and smiles, flashing your two long, sharp canines. “You still smell delicious.”
Your eyes stay on his mouth and the fangs he bears. “What are you?” You have a suspicion, but you want confirmation.
His lips curve upward. “Why, cara , I am a vampire. I thought it was obvious.”
“It was not,” you respond. “At least not until I saw the fangs.”
“Are you scared?”
You stop and think about it. Were you scared? You aren’t sure how you feel now. Fear isn’t the right word though. You don’t think he will hurt you, and the detail about him being a vampire? That didn’t bother you. If anything, it excites you.
“No,” you answer.
He’s even closer now. He smells of bergamot and cedar and it’s intoxicating. You feel his breath on your skin as he speaks into your ear. “You should be,” he growls as his hand comes to your throat and tilts it away from him, exposing the smooth skin of your neck. You saw a flash of fangs and—
You wake, the sunlight making a bright spot on the ceiling above you that makes you squint. You sit up and look around your room. You’re alone once more.
“Fuck.”
~~~
You want to see Copia again. After the last dream, or visit, you had with him, you find yourself wanting him. You want his hands all over you. You want his fangs and teeth on your skin. You want him all.
Unfortunately, you are out of the medication that allows you to have the strange dreams. As you lay in bed, you will yourself to go to sleep. Your mind focuses on Copia—his face, his eyes, his scent. You’re not sure if you will see him in your dreams tonight. Perhaps he only lives in the dreams Benedryl allows you to have.
Eventually, you fall asleep and wake a few hours later. Your room is dark and quiet. The moonlight gives the room a soft glow. You look at your phone. It’s just after two in the morning. You look around your room and don’t see anyone. Copia isn’t hiding in the shadows waiting to step out towards you. He’s only ever a dream fueled by medication it seems. You sigh sadly as you turn onto your side. You close your eyes, fully intent on falling back asleep, when you hear a voice.
“ Cara ,” it whispers.
You crack your eyes open and sit up. Your window is open now, letting the cool autumn breeze into your room. “What the—” You say sleepily as you move to get out of bed. But before you can swing your legs off the bed’s edge, he’s standing next to you, dressed in the same outfit as the last two visits.
“Is this a dream?” You ask as you blink. You almost want to pinch yourself to see if you are awake.
“No,” Copia says as he steps forward. “I came to your world this time.”
“Why?” you ask, but you already know the answer.
“Because I have to have you, tesoro ,” he says, his gloved hand coming to grip your chin and tilt it upwards to look at him. “ Sono qui per prendere ciò che è mio .” He leans down and his lips meet yours in a bruising and desperate kiss.
Your hand comes up and your fingers curl into his jacket, gripping it tight as your lips move against his. You feel the points of his fangs lightly poking at your lips as he kisses you. His tongue darts into your mouth, tasting you as you let a soft whimper escape your throat. His teeth nip at your bottom lip before trailing down your jawline to your earlobe. You feel this breath in your ear and it sends a delightful shiver down your spine. His fangs graze down your neck before stopping just over your jugular.
A sharp pain causes you to gasp and try to push away from him. It hurts so much and you want to get away. He grips you tightly, holding you to him making escape impossible. It feels like hot daggers piercing your skin and sending molten steel through your veins. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you feel trickles of blood run down your neck onto your shoulders, back, and chest. You feel Copia sucking your life essence into his mouth, and as he keeps going, the pain dissipates into pleasure. The molten steel finds its way to your sex and you can feel your wetness pooling there. As the endorphins flood your body, you moan, tilting your head back even further to give him more access. You feel his lips move upward into a smile against your skin. He seems pleased with how you are taking this now.
His mouth pulls back from your neck and you feel his tongue lick the puncture marks he made. He peppers kisses back up your neck and jaw before coming to your lips again. The coppery taste of your blood lingers on his lips as he crawls onto the bed. Copia's knees are on either side of your thighs as he pushes your upper body back down onto the mattress.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to go and I will,” Copia says when the kiss breaks. His hand finds its way under your night shift and you feel the leather against your skin.
“Please,” you say almost needily. “Don’t stop. Stay.” The idea of him stopping is unfathomable. You can’t stop. You need to go further—need that release that’s waiting for you. You need him and nothing else.
He says nothing as he pushes your shirt up over your breasts. Your nipples grow hard at the sudden exposure to cool air. He smirks at you before dragging his tongue lazily over one of the buds. Your head lolls back at the sensation just as he takes the nipple between his lips and sucks on it. You let out a gasp as his teeth teases the sensitive skin. Before you become too lost in the feeling, he’s pulling your shirt off, gently helping lift your head and arms to remove it. The shirt drops out of sight on the floor as Copia's lips return to your breasts. As his mouth toys with you, his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties and finds your center. They slide up and down your slit and it’s like the floodgates open in you. There’s so much pleasure in the simple touch, and you can’t even comprehend how good it will feel when he’s finally in you. He lifts his head and you see his eyes blown out with lust.
“So wet for me,” Copia says as his finger finds your clit. The motion drags a moan from your throat, your eyes rolling back into your head. “And so responsive too.”
“Please,” you whine, arching your hips into his hand.
“Please what, dolcezza ?” He asks. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” you say. “I want your fingers, your mouth, your cock. I want you.”
He chuckles, his tongue flicking over a nipple. “And you will have me,” he says. “When I decide you’re good and ready.”
You whimper knowing he’s going to tease you into oblivion. He’s going to bring you to the edge but pull you back just before you tumble over. He’s going to decide when you can let go and you’re okay with that.
“I wonder if you taste as good as your blood tastes, eh,” Copia says as his lips move from your breasts and presses kisses down your stomach. He pulls his hand out of your pants and tugs your shorts and lacey panties down together. They join the shirt on the floor. Copia’s eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail of you. “ Bella ,” he breathes, his fingers trailing down your chest before slipping between your thighs.
He rubs your clit, making you moan again and buck your hips. Copia smirks as he moves back and lowers his head. He gives you one last look before his mouth is on your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit and swirls around it as his hands hold your hips down, preventing you from bucking against his face. You moan, your own hands finding their way into his hair and gripping his mousy locks. You’re getting close. You feel the pressure building in your core, aching to snap and come undone. You know you’re not going to last much longer when he slips his tongue into you.
“I’m close,” you pant, your fingers twisting in his hair and tugging. You can feel your release reaching its crest, and before you go over that peak, Copia pulls away from you. You let out a whine in frustration as your fingers are forced to let go of his hair.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he teases, his tongue licking his lips as he looks up at you. His skull paint is smeared around his mouth allowing the pink of his lips to show through the mix of now gray paint. “I’m not done with you just yet, cara .” His mouth moves to your inner thigh and he presses more kisses to your skin. He glances up at you before sinking his fangs into your thigh.
You are prepared for the feeling this time. That sharp, searing pain returns and you let out a whimper, but like the first time he bit you, the pain fades into a feeling of ecstasy. You watch as he takes your blood, his eyes are closed as though he is relishing in the taste. His mouth pulls away from your thigh before he licks the puncture wounds clean.
“I can’t decide what tastes better. You or your blood. Both are exquisite,” he says, crawling back up to you and kissing your lips.
You taste a mix of your blood and your juices on his lips and it turns you on even more. He pulls away from you and is kneeling between your legs. You watch as he pulls the blue cravat from his neck before he peels off the jacket he’s wearing. You sit up and bat his fingers away from the buttons of his shirt. His eyes focus on you as you unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders. Your fingers trace the lines of a “666” tattoo about his nipple before replacing them with your lips. You trail kisses along his chest as Copia’s fingers thread through your hair. His fingers curl into a fist and tugs, pulling your head back from his chest so you’re looking into his eyes now. His mismatched eyes bore into yours before capturing your lips with his again.
Your hands slip between your bodies and begin to work the laces of his pants. You take the time to stroke his length that’s straining against the material of his jeans. He lets out a groan at your touch. You pull apart the bow that’s knotted together and begin loosening the laces as his tongue works its way into your mouth. You moan as his hands move yours away from him. Copia pulls back from you and slips off the bed, pushing the tight pants down his legs. He’s not wearing any underwear, you note. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and your desire skyrockets. You subconsciously lick your lips and his eyes watch you intently.
“Do you like what you see, tesoro ?” He asks as he climbs back into your bed, positioning himself between your spread legs.
“I do,” you answer, looking him up and down. Your pussy throbs with need. You need him more than you ever needed anyone before.
He hums in response as his hands come to rest on the bed on either side of your head, caging you in as he holds himself above you. He leans down and kisses your lips almost tenderly this time. “Last chance,” he said. “I’ll go if you want me to.”
“Stay,” you say. “Stay with me.”
His eyes are ablaze with carnal desire as he pushes himself back up, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it a couple of times before lining up with your entrance. He slides the head up and down your slit. The moan that left your mouth turns into a whimper as you lift your hips in want. He smirks at you, his eyes flicking to your face as he slowly pushes into you. He stretches you, creating a delicious sting as he fills you.
“You’re so tight,” he pants as he bottoms out in you. “ Cazzo …”
You are in complete bliss. You didn’t think it was possible to feel as good as you do now. “You feel so good,” you breathe. “Oh god, you feel so good.”
He pulls out slowly, almost as though he’s teasing you on purpose before he pushes back into you. You moan as your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into you. He lets out a low groan, his eyes closing in a moment of bliss before he begins to move. His thrusts are hard and fast making you whimper and moan. Your eyes close, taking in every little detail of how this feels when you feel his hand on your cheek.
“Open your eyes, cara,” he says in a low voice. “I want to see your eyes when you cum.”
You obey and open your eyes to meet his. His hand falls away from your cheek and moves to your breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple as he continues to move in and out of you. You let out a small gasp at his touch and watch as his fingers lightly trail down your stomach and to your mound before finding your clit. He readjusts one of your legs, putting it up on his shoulder and allowing him to push into you even deeper.
You cry out at the new sensation, your fingers gripping the sheets under you while one of your hands grips his arm. Your nails dig into his skin so hard you think you’ll draw blood. You feel your core tighten as a familiar pressure begins to build in you. As he begins to stimulate your clit, you can’t help but let go. Your orgasm is intense as it burns through you, wiping your mind of all thought and making you see white for a second. You clench around his cock, making him moan as he stills in you for a second before continuing to fuck you.
“That’s right, tesoro , cum on my cock,” he purrs. “ Cazzo , you look divine when you cum.”
You can’t form a single response. All you can think about is how he is fucking you and how good it feels. “Oh god,” you moan as he continues to drive into you. His thrusts are relentless as he buries his face in your neck, nipping at the bite marks he created. He reopens the wound and drinks from you again, his cock twitching inside you. You start to feel a second orgasm building in you as he takes your blood once more.
He moans as he pulls away from your neck, his lips bloody as he kisses you hard. His thrusts become erratic and you know he’s close to losing it as well. His face scrunches as though he’s concentrating on something before thrusting into you sharply one…two…three more times. He’s panting something in Italian that you can’t make out. You feel him spill inside you and it’s enough to set off your own orgasm, milking him of all he has to give. He lets out a low groan as his forehead rests against yours, his eyes closed.
The two of you are silent allowing the sound of your heavy breaths to fill the room. He opens his mismatched eyes and stares into yours.
“ Sorprendente ,” he whispers, his lips finding yours again. He pulls out of you and moves to lie next to you. You let out a small whine at the loss of him before you roll onto your side to look at him. You know he isn’t going to stay. This isn’t his world after all.
“Will I see you again?” You ask, hoping and praying you will.
“You will,” he confirms, his gloved hand resting on your cheek. “I wish I could stay, but the sun will be up soon and I must return to my own world.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
You didn’t know how soon was soon, but you trust him.
“Sleep, cara , I’ll stay as long as I can,” he says, this thumb stroking your cheek gently. It’s as though he has a hold over you and you obey, closing your eyes even though you didn’t want to. You feel his hand leave your face and rest on your hip as you slip into sleep.
When your eyes open again, it’s daylight out and Copia is gone. You’re convinced it was all a dream, but when you start to come to your senses, you realize you’re naked and your pajamas are still on the floor. You slip out of bed and go to the mirror hanging on your closet door. There are two small puncture marks on your neck and on your thigh. Your finger runs over the tiny bumps on your neck and you smile. You will see him again and you hope it’s in his world so you can stay as long as you wish.
Translations:
Cara: dear/darling
Tesoro: treasure
Sono qui per prendere ciò che è mio: I’m here to take what’s mine.
Dolcezza: sweetness
Cazzo: fuck
Sorprendente: amazing
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Even in Hades | Copia x Witch!Fem!Reader - Chapter 1
Author's note: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out to me.
Summary: Copia is gone. But he is not meant to remain in the realm of the dead. The Clergy asks you to bring him back to life as part of their grand plan for the future. You think your mission is over, but you find yourself dealing with a pope haunted by trauma, clinging to you like a lifeline. You can't leave him behind, can you? And after all, maybe you need someone to help you fight your own demons too. This whole situation leaves you with a haunting question: Who is the savior and who is the saved?
Tags and TW for the story: necromancy, heavy angst, mention of blood rituals, witchcraft, eventual romance, smut, fluff, the reader is a witch, betrayal, grief, manipulation, dealing with trauma, religious trauma
Chapter Summary: You bring back Papa Emeritus IV to the light.
Chapter 1: Moth to a Flame
You were kneeling on the cold floor, your face turned toward the ceiling of the chilling crypt like a wolf howling at the moon. Your hands pressed against the stone floor bore the stains of blood you had drawn from your own veins. The flickering flames of the black candles cast an eerie glow upon the floor, enveloping your face in their mysterious light.
“You need to bring him back.”
“If you wanted him to live, maybe you should not have killed him in the first place!”
The pain clawed its way through your body, a relentless torment that threatened to consume you from within. It twisted and writhed like a serpent, coiling around your insides with a merciless grip, gnawing at your insides like a greedy monster. It started slow, but you knew it was a matter of minutes until you felt like the pain was tearing your body and your soul apart.
“Watch your tongue, girl. You don’t know anything. He needs to come back. That’s part of the plan.”
You turned your head toward the cold floor again. Laying there among the candles and the ritualistic tools was the body of Papa Emeritus IV. You looked at him for a moment as the pain in your chest grew and grew. His body was naked apart from a white sheet you carefully placed upon his lower body when you prepared him. Your eyes fell upon the large stitched wound in his chest once again.
Did he ever know they were going to…
No time for thinking about that again.
“I’ll do it, but I’ll need to be alone.”
“Fair enough. Just don’t disappoint us.”
Ignoring the gnawing ache in your gut, you placed your bloodied shaky hands on his bare torso. His skin was cold as ice. Your fingers brushed at the 666 tattoo on his chest.
He needs to come back. You can't fail.
Your mouth fell open, and your lips started moving on their own accord. You began to chant an ancient melody. Your voice echoed through the chamber in a language long forgotten by mortal tongues. You made all the efforts in the world to keep your voice steady, fighting to drown out the rising tide of nausea that threatened to overwhelm you. The flames of the candles around you danced wildly, casting shifting shadows upon the walls as if they, too, sensed the gravity of the moment.
“It must be done tonight. Or he will be gone forever.”
The pain was more awful than ever. You felt your eyes rolling back in your head. You wanted to scream. To tear your hair out.
Hear me, Papa… Come to the light. you silently implored, your thoughts a fervent prayer echoing through the depths of your mind.
I’m not sure I can take it any longer…
In this liminal space between life and death, not quite in hell, not quite in the living realm, Copia lingered, suspended in the darkness that enveloped him like a heavy, dark cloak. Time seemed to lose all meaning in this strange realm, where the echoes of his past deeds reverberated in the silence, haunting him with their weight.
He had died only days ago, yet it felt like an eternity had passed since he last drew breath. Memories flickered through his mind like fragmented shards of glass, painful reminders of the life he had lived and the choices he had made.
Memories of his last moments too.
Their knives.
“Swiss, what are you…?”
The thundering pain in his body.
Terror.
Confusion.
"We're sorry Papa..."
Pain.
The feeling of hot blood running on his skin.
The scream of the audience.
PAIN.
And then nothing. Nothing but despair and loneliness.
As he reflected on the terror of his last moments, Copia saw it. It danced like a solitary star in the blackened void, casting its radiant glow upon the darkness.
A candle?
A gentle warmth blossomed within Copia’s chest. Without hesitation, he gravitated toward the light. As he drew near, a voice reached him, a soft murmur like a gentle stream in the woods.
“Come, Papa, come to the light…”
Hope bloomed in Copia’s chest. Someone was there. Someone was there for him.
With each passing moment, the light grew brighter and the voice grew more distinct. Eventually, Copia emerged from the shadows. There, bathed in the candle's warm glow, stood a woman. A soft smile spread upon her sweet face when she saw him. She looked calm and serene.
Slowly, as if not to scare him, she held her hand out to him.
He reached out almost immediately, his fingers trembling as they brushed against hers. It was as if a current passed between them, a surge of energy that pulsed with a life of its own. Suddenly, the darkness around them seemed to shift and warp, swirling like a tempest as reality itself began to unravel. Like the parting of the Red Sea, the shroud of darkness opened in a blinding flash of light. Copia felt himself being pulled back forcefully—back to the realm of the living.
The transition was jarring, his senses assaulted by a cacophony of sounds as he emerged from the depths. He gasped for air, his chest heaving with effort as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Copia opened his eyes.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the bright darkness of the crypt he was in. The stone walls loomed large around him, their rough-hewn surfaces casting long shadows that danced in the flickering candlelight. Despite the initial assault of noise and confusion, he found the crypt surprisingly quiet. The only sounds that reached his ears were the rustle of his breathing and the faint crackling of the candles.
He found himself lying on a cold, stone floor, the chill seeping into his bones. But then, despite the frigid surroundings, he felt a sense of warmth emanating from the soft hands resting upon his chest.
Then he heard it: the voice that guided him toward the light. Soft, like a melody despite the weariness that emanated from it.
“Welcome back...Papa."
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you're losing me part ii -- copia x reader
a/n: i was giggling and kicking my feet at the interest in part one so i hope you all enjoy part two of this lovely little angsty break-up scenario. many many thanks to everyone who read part one!
song inspiration: you're losing me & it's time to go by taylor swift
warnings: some angst, some fluff, a breakdown, hurt with comfort, inferred cheating, flashback
word count: 3.8k
read part one here
There was something about the spotlight you used to love. Maybe it was sharing it with your equal, your partner. The changing of the seasons meant lavish parties at your Ministry. You used to be filled with excitement to plan, to see the decorations change, to set intentions, even to socialize. Now, these celebrations filled you with nothing but dread and misery.
The Mabon Ball was arguably one of your favorites and you vowed you would at least try to get back to your old self. Maybe you used it as an excuse to distract yourself from everything going wrong in your relationship. Maybe you were using it as a way to help its smoldering embers reignite.
There were moments leading up to the ball that were reminiscent of the beginning, when you knew Terzo was so smitten with you. And only you. It was enough to fool yourself into thinking things could work and everything would be okay again, as it once was. When Mabon finally came, as you both were getting ready, he even commented on your shift in demeanor, how you had softened. You only glared at him because of loving annoyance at his antics and teasing. He liked this side of you. Of course, this all happened in the privacy of your living space. Your attitude blazed like hellfire every time you saw his touchy flirting with another. The storms in your eyes returned as you glared at him.
No matter what happened tonight, you braced yourself. You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to bare your feelings. Every instinct told you to wait until after Mabon. Your offering would be to reveal why you would had been lashing out and then distancing yourself. There was nothing you hated more than confrontation, no matter how civil it was. Well, maybe except for being lied to.
The feast had your hopes up high. You both talked to those around you as a unit. You were included in the conversations. There was laughter, there were shared looks and smiles between the two of you.
The butterflies in your stomach whispered to you that there was hope. You wanted to believe the glisten in his distinctive eyes was for you. It wasn’t just from the wine or because of the stolen glances he took of certain others near him… repetitively. No. Things had been going so well. This old, familiar ache in your body was left over from unaddressed past wounds. It wasn’t from when you had felt your heart and soul break before. They couldn’t be calling out to you now, warning you, whispering to you the pulse had faded. No. This was to be a wonderful night, a joyous celebration.
Digging your nails into this delusion, you savored every moment of the first dance of the evening. The one he always saved for you. The first dance, arguably the most important one, was customary for Papa and his beloved. Just the two of you on the dance floor. His contrasting eyes never strayed from you, never faltered. You saw how they shined with love and affection. At least, that was the first half of the dance. During the second part higher members of The Clergy were invited to dance with you both. Even then, he never took his eyes off you.
He wasn’t putting on a show. That smoldering gaze wasn’t just for the tradition of the evening’s starting dance. He would make his way back to you. Now that you both were to go off and mingle amongst your Brothers and Sisters, he would make his way back home to you. He would find you. Wouldn’t he?
As he bowed to you and moved throughout the crowd, you watched him for as long as you could. You felt yourself start to slip off the precipice of this delusion.
You mingled. You smiled. You laughed. Almost every person in attendance could never have guessed that your soul, your heart, was breaking as you looked to the outskirts of the room. Time slowed when you caught sight of him. You saw his telltale smirk, his hand wandering down a fellow Sister’s back. You knew exactly what that meant. As you turned back to your conversation you ignored the snaps from the breaks, from the wounds, that were calling out to you. No. It wasn’t time to go, not yet. The pulse grew even quieter, but it was still there.
But even so, it happened again. You saw that same smirk from across the room. This time, a gloved finger traveled sensually across another Sister’s shoulders then trailed down her arm, until he grabbed her hand to pull her through a different side door. That smirk turned into a devilish grin. One you knew all too well.
You felt the breaking of your soul. The snaps, so much louder this time. Your face faltered. Whoever you were listening to drone on about something frivolous, missed it. They didn’t know you, not the real you. Unbeknownst to you, there was someone who saw, who also heard the snapping sound. The only other person in the room who you had let in, who truly knew you.
Excusing yourself, you left. You went to catch your breath in the restroom, which praise be to Satan, was empty. The person you saw staring back at you, this current version of yourself, was so unfamiliar. It was as if you could see the breaks, the wounds that had been torn open. They covered you. They were beyond repair. You shook your head, trying to rid the thoughts from your mind.
No. It wasn’t time to go. Not yet. You held your head high as you went to return to the party. You dug your nails so deep as you clung to the edge of your delusion, you could have sworn they were bleeding.
You scanned the crowd, in search of him. A light tap on your shoulder stopped you. You never found him.
“May I have this dance, Sorella?” Your face softened when you saw who vied for your attention.
“Certo, Cardinale,” you nodded, smiling tenderly as you took the hand he held out to you. You would never know how storms erupted in Terzo’s eyes when he stopped in his tracks on his way back to you. You would never know how he knew exactly what it meant as your face relaxed into a wistful bliss as you looked in the eyes of someone else. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen that look on your face. It made his heart ache.
As the Cardinal held you as you danced, you were barely hanging on to the edge of your delusion. You fought not to let go being this close to him, intensely aware of every centimeter of his touch. Letting go, falling into the arms of the Cardinal, felt like the right thing to do, but no. You couldn’t. It wasn’t time yet. There was a chance after tonight, you could save what you once had with Terzo. The pulse may be faint, but it was still there. Wasn’t it?
“Is everything alright, tesoro?” he asked softly.
You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Why wouldn’t it be?” you laughed. You didn’t mean for it to come out as cold as it did.
He sighed. “Must you always hide the truth under lock and key?” This was the one person you couldn’t lie to. Hiding your emotions here was nothing but a fruitless endeavor.
“I have to…” you told him, letting the pain flash on your face for just a moment before you stuffed it away as you averted your eyes from his and turned in time with the music.
His only response was to pull you closer to him. You knew exactly what he was telling you. It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got you. A sad smile perched on your lips. You held him tighter to let him know that you heard his actions, loud and clear.
You turned once more. A good amount of guests had left the party, so it was even easier for movement along the perimeter of the banquet hall to catch your eye. A door opened and of course you just had to look as you saw him. He was pulling a ghoul by their belt loops into this room of secrets. You had a sudden, sharp intake of breath. You swore you saw his white eye lock with yours. A challenging look dawned on his face, but he slyly directed it up at the ghoul in front of him.
The Cardinal turned you away from the scene as soon as he saw the look on your face. His face darkened when his similarly mismatched eyes saw what you had. That was the moment that you let go. You couldn’t hear the pulse anymore; it was gone. That final blow crushed any glimmer of hope, any chance you thought you had at saving your relationship with Terzo. That was when you knew. Yes. It was time to go.
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Furiously you wiped the tears away from your face. You had to stay strong for just a little bit longer. If you started crying now, you feared you wouldn’t stop and the last thing you needed was to crumple in the middle of the hallway where the seniors members of the church lived.
The Cardinal only lived one floor down from you, but the walk to the elevator alone felt excruciatingly drawn out. The whole time, a part of you hoped you’d hear someone running behind you shouting your name. This had been a long time coming. You had been searching for a pulse for far too long in that relationship. Your heart had been torn out and shredded too many times to count. You gave him everything you had, while he gave you nothing.
Still fighting back tears, you bit your lip as you raised your hand to knock on the door. You paused to hear the commotion coming from inside.
“Ow! Questo è il mio dito, non un giocattolo di masticare!” he yelped. “Basta! Torna nella tua gabbia. Ow! Cannoli! Brutto topo!” (That’s my finger, not a chew toy! That’s it! Back in your cage… bad rat!)
You shook your head as you lightly chuckled. Somehow he could always make you laugh. Finally you knocked on the door.
“Sei fortunato ad essere carino, eh?” you heard him mumble as he made his way to the door. (You’re lucky you’re cute.)
When he opened the door to find you standing there, his eyes lit up. As he took the sight of you, your eyes brimming with tears, your lip quivering from trying to hold back sobs, the bag over your shoulder, concern flooded his features. Without a moment’s hesitation he ushered you into his room.
Gently, he grabbed you by the wrist to pull you inside, guiding you with a strong hand on your shoulder. Just as the door clicked shut, you let your bag slide off your shoulder, hitting the ground with a thud. He placed both hands on your shoulders now, looking for a sign of what exactly happened, if there was any physical damage. You could only look up at him through your watery eyes. “I-it’s over. It’s o-over,” you managed to get out before sobs wracked your entire body. This… this was the moment when the floodgates truly opened.
Months and months worth of tears you had held back started to pour down your face. All you could do was reach your arms around his waist and hold on to him tightly, like he was your only lifeline, the only thing left tethering you to this world. Burying your face in his chest, you finally, finally allowed yourself to drown in the waves that had been threatening to take you down.
Guilt. Betrayal. Remorse. Regret. Fear. Pain. Loss. One after the other, crashing down on you like you were in the eyewall of a hurricane.
“How could he do this to me? Why did I ever love him? Why didn’t he ever just choose me? Why did I let it go on for so long?” you lamented brokenly through your breakdown.
He gave you time to feel, to let out as much as you could. He knew how much you bottled up everything inside. The only thing he could do for you at that moment was hold you tightly and tenderly stroke your hair while choking back tears of his own.
You would never, ever let anyone see you cry. Displaying this level of emotion in front of anyone was unknown to you. The only time you ever did it was when you were alone. Terzo had never seen you cry like this and you had been with him for a few years at this point. Granted, the only times you ever cried this much recently was because of him.
Even when you had first found him with someone else, you managed to pull yourself together when the Cardinal… when Copia had offered you a safe haven for the first time. In front of him you immediately transmuted your sorrow into rage. But here? Now? Sorrow took center stage.
You couldn’t do this alone anymore. You couldn’t fight your battles without anyone by your side. You couldn’t fight for anyone else. You needed someone to fight for you. You just needed someone to hold you, someone that loved you, truly loved you.
After every fight, after everything you had gone through, you rose from the ashes. You were exhausted. All you wanted was to lay here in the ruin of what once was so you could process what happened, so you could mourn. You were finally ready to let someone else in, to let someone else take care of you.
Eventually, he stepped in when you were sobbing so much you couldn’t catch your breath. He adjusted you so you were looking at him. His hands moved to cup your face. “Breathe, cara. You need to breathe. Breathe with me,” he instructed as he over exaggerated his breathing in order for you to mimic it. Soon enough, you had calmed down. Wiping your tears away with his thumbs, he nodded. “There, that’s better. We sit now, si?”
Sniffling, you brought your hand up to cover his, leaned into his touch, and nodded. He led you to the couch. You took a seat on one end, your back up against its arm as you hugged your knees up to your chest. He motioned he would be right back while your eyes drifted around his small apartment. They landed on Cannoli’s cage. You swore the little rat was staring at you, it’s little paw holding the bars as if he also wanted to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t help but crack the slightest smile.
Copia rushed back into the room, juggling a bottle of wine in one arm, a box of tissues in the other, a glass of water in one hand, and two wine glasses in the other. You let out a breathy laugh through your nose at the sight of him. Reaching up, you took the glasses from his hands, placing them on the coffee table in front of you, keeping the glass of water as you chugged half of it. Then you grabbed a tissue, not realizing how badly you needed to blow your nose.
After pouring the wine, he placed himself right next to you. You sighed as he handed you your glass. Once you downed half of it, you set it in front of you. Already, it had felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You curled up into his side, swinging your legs into his lap and nuzzled your head into him. He wrapped his arm around you. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments just listening to the sounds of each other's breathing and the chirping crickets coming through the open window behind you.
“Do you, uh, want to talk about what happened?” he asked quietly, breaking the silence.
You hesitated for a second. “I… I’m sorry for what I said when I was, um, wailing. I didn’t mean to–”
He shifted to look at you. “Sorry? Sorry for what?! There is nothing you have to be sorry for,” he scolded. He sounded more taken aback that you even felt it was a necessary thing to say.
“I just… didn’t know if that put you in an awkward position… You know, me sobbing over my now ex to you even though we have this thing…”
“Dolcezza, we’ve had this talk before. You’re allowed to feel what you feel. I… I’ve been here the whole time. Waiting for you, yes. But… you had to reach this point on your own. You knew I’d be here waiting for you when you did, hm?” he said adoringly as he brushed stray hairs away from your eyes. You nodded as you wrapped your arms around him as you nestled your head against him. “So now will you tell me what happened after the party?” he whispered affectionately as he traced the tattoos covering your forearm.
“He acted like nothing had happened. He asked about how great the party was. Completely casual. Just the sight of him alone, never mind him trying to hold my waist, was just… revolting. So. I was a sarcastic bitch to him,” you paused and let out a dry chuckle. “And then he had the nerve to ask me why I was being like that. So I snapped. I told him everything. How the spotlight changed him,” Copia couldn’t help but scoff at that, “how I went on the backburner… How I just wanted him to see me...”
“Does he know about… about us?” he questioned cautiously.
“He threw it in my face that he knew why I didn’t go home some nights. I told him I went where I actually felt wanted and loved. And I made sure to point out how you’ve kept everyone’s secrets.”
“So you… told him it was me you were with?” His question sounded more like a statement.
You held back a wince as you felt his body tense. You nodded. “When we were dancing… and we saw him go– I know he saw me… saw us… He already had his suspicions.”
“And now he has confirmation. You know more than anyone else that he can't be trusted!” he spoke harshly.
You moved so you could look at him. You placed your hand on his cheek as you made him look at you. “And we have the upper hand. We know he knows. There’s no way he can bring us down without bringing himself down too.”
He knitted his eyebrows with worry as he took your hand away from his face, but he never let go of it. Silence fell between you both once more. You couldn’t stop replaying the memories in your head. The flash of jealousy in his face when he saw you dancing with Copia. The broken look on his face as you confessed everything. Tears started to pool in your eyes again. He did love you. He still did. He was just incapable of showing it. Then you remembered how you looked in the mirror of the bathroom during the party. When you saw yourself in the closet mirror before you left. A shell of your former self. He turned you into something you didn’t even recognize. There was no use holding back the tears.
Your sniffles got Copia’s attention. “Cara? Oh, non, non, I’m not upset with you! We will figure–”
“I just miss who I used to be. I miss being… happy,” you said, your voice cracking. “How could I have l-loved someone who– who turned me into… into a monster?” you asked, your voice dropping into a whisper of disbelief.
“A monster?! Cara mia, how can you think that?” Copia was appalled that you would even dare think something like that of yourself. If he didn’t see red before, he was now.
“Because I’m just like him! I cheated on him too! Not even Lucifer would pardon–”
Copia shot up and turned you to him. Your tear stained face broke his heart. “Listen to me. Lucifer would celebrate what you did. You didn’t do it out of malice. You didn’t do it because you couldn’t help yourself. Your relationship had ended long before we were together. And you accepted that tonight. You stood up for yourself. You even said it yourself, you needed what he stopped giving you. You are no monster. He’s the monster for making you think these things about yourself. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that… that dickhead knows it.”
You looked up at him as he defended you. As he spoke the truth you needed to hear. This was the love you not only needed, but deserved.
You reached your arms up around his neck and pulled yourself into his lap. You held his head between your hands and you leaned down to kiss him with nothing but passion and love. As the kiss deepened, you realized this was exactly where you meant to be. Everything that had happened led to this point. Every moment with Copia was one you would cherish. You would do anything for him as he would do anything for you.
When you parted to catch your breath, you leaned your forehead on his. You stared into his two-toned eyes. “I love you,” you said softly. For a brief second, Copia looked shocked at your sudden confession, but he knew you meant it with every fiber of your being. “Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata,” you added breathlessly. (You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.) And without another word, he whisked you away to his bed.
It wasn’t long after you arguably had the best sex of your life, that you had drifted off into a blissful and peaceful slumber. Copia’s mind, on the other hand, was reeling. He reached for his phone on the nightstand beside him, careful not to wake you. He went to his messages and found Sister Imperator.
It is time we take care of the Terzo problem. Immediatamente. He typed and hit send.
He put his phone back and watched you sleep, softly stroking your hair. You stirred, but only to snuggle closer to him. He was going to give you the world. And he was going to stop at nothing to avenge you.
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❁ a gentle reprieve ❁
pairing: cardinal copia x fem!reader (can also be considered GN, though feminine pet names are used predominantly throughout)
warnings: hurt/comfort, heavy angst, anxiety attacks, a lil smut at the end as a treat, (still nsfw 18+, MDNI please) lots and lots of fluffy stuff
~4600 words
a/n: I wrote this a little while ago during a particularly rough go-around of the Big Sads as a way to make myself feel better, and I had originally planned for it to never leave the confines of my notes app but if there's a chance it makes someone out there in the void smile, then I figure it's worth it setting it free (also as a side note, this is my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not the greatest lol)
Enjoy! :)
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I can't do this.
Four little words that had insistently rattled around in your head all throughout the day seemed so much larger now that the sun had gone down and you were alone in the darkness. Over and over, the little voice in your head screamed them at you, almost as if it were willing you into proving it wrong.
Had this happened two months ago, you would have easily put up the fight against it and gracefully done just that: prove it wrong.
Just like you always had.
But now...
The shallow pool of water that had dripped off your body and surrounded your feet felt colder than ice, and you didn't need to look down to know that your toes were undoubtedly blue because of it. The mess normally would have bothered you, never being one to cause any kind of disorderliness in their wake, so long as you could help it.
Instead, you felt numb to the droplets that collected in the ends of your wet hair and dripped intermittently onto the wood floor beneath you. Freezing as they were, you couldn't bring yourself to move from where you stood naked in the middle of the dark bedroom, your arms wrapped around your chest and your nails digging into your exposed shoulders. You had no idea how long you'd been standing there; you only knew that you couldn't move.
After you'd come home from work, you'd made a beeline for the shower, finally letting the frustrated tears you'd held back all day flow along with the stream of the water. You'd sobbed, your hands unable to do anything but shake as you held your face in them.
I can't do this. I can't. I can't.
There was no end it, this emptiness you felt within. It came and went without warning or reason, eating away at you slowly each time it decided to stay. Staring at a blank wall in your room, you could feel as it brutally tore into your heart yet again; that seemed to be its favorite place to strike. You couldn't decide if you wanted to scream or cry. Either one took energy you didn't have, so you did nothing.
Ican'tIcan'tIcan'tIcan'tIcan't
The silence that filled the room only made the thoughts in your head grow louder. There was a war wanting to be fought within you, but your forces had already been depleted. Only you stood against the enemy, the field behind you where hundreds of soldiers once stood ready to defend you in times like these now completely barren. You watched as the opposing side charged toward you, unable to move from where you stood alone. Even when their bullets pierced your heart and their blades reopened the scar wounds from past battles, you didn't move.
You are worthless! They screamed in your face, unsurprisingly in a voice much like your mother's.
You'll never be good enough! What can't you see that? Another slash against your skin.
You will fail, and they will never let you forget it. Why don't you just give it up? Another bullet buried itself into your chest.
You could feel the pain the words caused in their wake, but you didn't react. You didn't fight back. What was the point?
You felt a numbness fall over you then, stronger now than any other time before. You were helpless to its pull from where you stood, shivering in the moonlight coming in from your window. It was comforting, even in it's coldness, but you'd accept anything at this point.
What you wouldn't give for the earth to swallow you whole. Just to make it all stop, if only for a minute.
Too absorbed in your thoughts, you hadn't heard the door creak open to your apartment two rooms over. Even when a familiar voice rang out through the small space calling out your name, you never so much as startled. You knew who it was just by his cadence on the squeaky wooden floorboards but you were helpless to look over your shoulder at the doorway to greet him. It felt like your body had been frozen into the place where you stood, your feet permanently stuck to the ground beneath you.
"Mia amata, sei a casa?" He called, and you could hear him flipping on lights as he quickly approached the room you were in.
The footsteps stopped when they reached your door frame and you could feel his eyes burning into your exposed backside without having to look at his face.
When Copia first noticed the state in which you were standing in the darkened bedroom, he couldn't help but smile at what he first assumed the implication of your nakedness suggested, the thrill of the little surprise already warming his body.
But as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized you had yet to react to him entering the apartment, something you had never done before. It seemed to Copia that you had a sixth sense for detecting when he was near, never failing to drop everything you were doing and run into his arms the minute he passed through the doorway. But you stood completely still before him, your arms clutched around your body in a makeshift hug.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Mia amata? What are you doing?" He asked gently, slowly walking over to where you stood and placing a leather-gloved hand on your shoulder.
When you didn't answer, he dropped his voice to an even lower octave and asked, "Are you alright?"
This seemed to break the spell on you, your hands detaching themselves from your shoulders to cover your face as a fresh wave of despair washed over you. Copia could feel your body begin to violently shake as you held your face in your hands and though he knew you were crying, no sound save for little desperate gasps of air escaped your lips. Instantly, he rushed around to stand in front of you, taking your hands in his.
You wanted so badly to be alright and to be able to nod your head in response to his heartfelt question, but your body had already betrayed you, your head shaking from side to side in defeat.
"Oh, amorina," he started, his heart crumbling upon seeing your anxiety-ridden visage. He pulled you into his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other gently holding the back of your head as you pressed your face over where his heartbeat under his suit jacket.
When he felt your body finally relax in his embrace, he began stroking your wet hair and rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.
"It's okay. I'm here. You're safe, let it all out." He murmured in between kissing the top of your head. This only made you cry harder, gripping the front of his shirt like a lifeline.
The two of you stood like this for what felt like forever and at some point, you noticed Copia had started to sway gently from side to side with you in his arms. You felt a familiar warmth blossoming in your chest at the simple act, steadying your breathing a bit.
"You are freezing, my love. I'm going to get a towel for you, I'll be right back." Copia whispered against the shell of your ear and before you could think to protest against him leaving, he had darted into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. But he was back before you had a chance to think, a fluffy purple towel and one of his fuzzy black robes in hand.
He threw the robe over his shoulder, holding the towel with both hands and ringing out your dripping hair with it before wrapping it around the top half of your body. He started to gently rub and pat at every area of your body, starting with your arms and then moving down from your torso to your legs.
When he reached your knees, he knelt on the ground in front of you, a kind of devotion in his body language that only you could see from where you looked down upon him.
He must have felt you staring because he looked back up at you then, his hands now working the towel around you calf.
"You like the view, mia regina?" He asked, a smirk gracing his lips. You were just about to smile back at him when his eyebrows suddenly drooped and his smile faded, dark eye sockets amplifying the regret that now lingered in his visage. "Mi dispiace, amore. Ignore me, it is not the right time for such things."
You felt guilt begin to creep into you at his apology, making your heart ache at his sad expression. You hated worrying anyone, especially him. The love you felt for him was insurmountable and seeing him remorseful over something you had both easily joked about many times before nearly made you want to start crying again. Moving your fingers to tangle in his hair, you managed a soft smile for him.
"I love the view, my love." You said, your voice a near whisper. "Please don't apologize for that. You know I love it when you say things like that to me." Your fingers played with his soft hair all throughout, feeling less guilty when his expression changed into a more relaxed one. He smiled up at you again before leaning into your legs and kissing the front of your thigh where his face was now level with, his eyes never leaving yours. If you hadn't known him so well, you wouldn't have caught the hint of lust that danced in his eyes, causing you to feel a familiar blush creep into your cheeks.
Before it could go any further, however, he slowly got back up on his feet, groaning softly under his breath at what you knew was a painful soreness in his knees. Another wave of guilt washed over you at this, suddenly feeling embarrassed for the state he had come home to you in after a long day's work. He certainly wasn't getting any younger and him having to take care of pitiful old you wasn't going to help him in the slightest.
Tossing the towel toward the bathroom door, he took the bathrobe off of his shoulder and held it out in front of you. Spinning around, you allowed him to place the robe gently over your shoulders, instinctively reaching back to slip your arms through the armholes. You were just about to close the front and tie the rope around your waist when he stopped you, moving to press himself flat against your back and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, his side burns tickling your ears. He guided your arms back down to your sides, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling the robe snug around your waist before tying the rope once around your midsection. You looked down at where his hands now lay flat against your stomach, his head snaking farther around your shoulder to kiss your cheek softly. You hummed in appreciation, a smile now easily forming on your lips.
As precious as the moment was, your mind didn't let you enjoy it for long before it once again was sent in a panic, this time for a whole new set of reasons.
"Copia, I'm so sorry," You started, already feeling the tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. "I didn't mean for you to come home to all of this. I just... I don't know. I woke up feeling like there was this... this cloud hanging over my head and I thought I would've been able to shake it by now but..." You tried to explain, your brain unable to form a coherent thought.
"Shhh, dolcezza," he whispered in your ear, holding your body tightly against his. "There is no need to apologize, I am here to take care of you. You are allowed to have a bad days, do not ever feel shame in that."
You shook your head at his words, hating yourself for not fully believing them. Copia had never been anything but completely honest to you, but it still felt strange letting him see you so vulnerable and weak, something you had yet to let him witness up until that point. Or anyone else, for that matter.
"You probably have so much work to do, you don't need to spend the night fussing over me." You whispered, tears running down your cheeks and heart speeding up just at the thought of it all. "And I have an exam tomorrow afternoon to study for, and I haven't even started making dinner yet and you're probably starving and..." Your voice trailed off into a frenzied panic, squirming slightly in his arms.
The words flying from your mouth broke his heart. Here you were, having what looked to be one of the worst anxiety attacks he had ever seen you have and you were still worrying about taking care of him. How could he make you understand that you meant as much of the world to him as he did to you?
"Mio sole, vita mia, tesoro mio," He spun you around to face him, gently cupping your face in his gloved hands. "You are my everything. Please, let me take care of you, as you do for me so often. Let me make us dinner, tonight and every other night I am able. I know you love cooking for me, but you forget I also love cooking for you. That I also love taking care of you. What we have," he reached his left hand down to thread his fingers through yours, "is by no means one-sided. I want to be your shoulder cry on, as well as your lover. As well as anything else you need me to be. Just like you are for me."
Tears freely streamed down your cheeks as you processed his words. They were so heartfelt and genuine, nestling their way into your heart and causing it to all but glow with pure joy and love. You reached your hand up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb along his stubbly chin. It was then you noticed he also had tears in his eyes and you briefly let go of his hand to swipe one away before it got a chance to run down his face.
"Oh Copia, what would I do without you?" You smiled as you lovingly gazed into his mismatched eyes. He simply nuzzled into your hand on his cheek at the declaration, kissing the inside of your wrist softly.
It was answer enough for you: he needed you as much as you needed him.
"Let's get you to bed," he said quietly, standing up straighter and pulling you into him once again. You glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock glowing on his bedside table. 7:38.
"But Copia, it's barely even eight-" Your protests were halted by his hands gripping your waist and his strong arms lifting you up to throw you over his shoulder. One hand stayed on your upper back while he placed the other on your rear protectively. "Copia! What are you doing?" You exclaimed, a squeal of delight erupting from your throat.
"Carrying mia regina to bed because she should not have to walk anywhere herself." He said simply, playfully squeezing his hand on your ass and making you jump slightly.
"Hey!" Was all you could manage to get out in protest before Copia approached the side of your shared bed, reaching down slightly to pull back the comforter and swinging you around to hold you between both arms before gently setting you down on the soft mattress. The entire act was quick and unusually graceful for him but you had little time to ponder this further because as soon as he had set you down, he jumped onto the bed to hover above you on all fours, his face inches from yours.
"La mia bella ragazza," He whispered to you before leaning in and capturing your lips in his in a tender kiss. Before you had the chance to deepen it, like you so wished you could have, he tragically pulled away. "Tell me what troubles you. Tell me how I can make it all better." He said, brushing a piece of damp hair off your face.
You didn't like that he was returning this after he had done such a good job of getting you to almost forget about it, whether that was intentional or not. But you supposed this was something you needed to get out in the open, as bottling it up obviously wasn't making it much better.
You tried your best to search for the words to explain it without sounding completely pathetic but ended up unsuccessful. Instead, you sat there while he frantically searched your eyes for an answer instead, seemingly understanding your struggle.
"Is it something at work? School?" He asked, and you nodded to his second question. "Is it exams?" You shook your head. "That program application?" You nodded, eyes sinking to look at your hands resting in your lap, your vision beginning to grow blurry with the onset of fresh tears forming in your eyes.
He flipped off of you then, moving to sit beside you on his side of the bed. He pulled you into his body, resting his head on the headboard behind you.
"Mia amata, you worry yourself so much over that. Why?" He asked as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"You know why. It's all I've ever wanted. If I don't get in... I don't know what I'll do." Your voice trailed off toward the end, and you could feel the little voice in your head waking up again for round two.
He slightly pulled away from you then, turning to face you fully and placing his forehead against yours, reaching his arm across to grip the outside of your thigh reassuringly. The tip of his broad nose brushed against yours, the feeling making the butterflies in your stomach wake up and take flight.
"I've said this before and I'll say it a million times over again: you are one of the most dedicated, persistent, and loyal people I have ever met. You might not always openly display it, but you have a heart of pure gold. And that is for good reason; there are many people who are not deserving of your love. Never before have I met someone as willing to care for others as you are. And you are someone who genuinely enjoys doing it, too. And that's not even to mention how smart you are. If the idiots on that committee board in charge of judging students are so blind as to not see this, then that will be their loss, not yours, mia amata." He said, never once stopping to think about his next words. They flowed so easily from his heart to his mouth, proof of their genuinity.
"And your beauty..." He said almost breathlessly, his hand now gently rubbing the outside of your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's as if you were perfectly molded and shaped by Lucifer himself. Assolutamente divino..." His hand now began roving up under your bathrobe to your hip and waist before slowly making it's way back down again toward your inner thigh, the smooth leather of his gloves surprisingly warm.
His words left you teary-eyed and emotional, whereas his ministrations dried them just as quickly, leaving in their wake an aching need for him. Even still, something inside you began to heal with his simple words and his unfaltering love for you. It put your anxious mind at ease for the first time that day, allowing you to give your full attention to the way your lover was making you feel.
"Copia..." You said, your voice near a whisper. His hand was warming your body up unlike any bathrobe ever could and you were sure he sensed this, his hand becoming braver in it's explorations and moving closer toward the bare apex of your thighs. You were so entranced by the feel of his gloves against your exposed skin that you gasped when he suddenly placed the tips of his fingers exactly where you wanted them, beginning to rub in small circular motions.
You tipped your head back slightly and you closed your eyes as his hand moved farther down to meet your entrance, the stimulation on your sensitive nerves almost becoming too much. Without warning, he slowly slipped his middle finger into you, which dutifully released a desperate moan from where it was caught in the back of your throat. A light-headed feeling came over you as he began pumping the finger into you at a slow and rhythmic pace, his thumb torturing you by massaging the sensitive bud just above your folds once again.
It was times like these that reminded you of how talented a musician he was, especially when it came to the guitar. With the way his fingers worked their magic, you felt more like his beloved cherry-red Fender than a person, his skilled hands strumming your most private parts just so. He could hit every note with fluid grace, and that certainly didn't just apply to the guitar. From the smile you felt on his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth, you guessed he was well aware of this.
Just as you felt your arousal begin to grow in intensity, he skillfully slid his ring finger into you to meet his other one, both of them pumping into you at speed fast enough to make your head spin. You could feel the start of an intense orgasm building rapidly behind your navel and you were certain you wouldn't be able to last much longer at this pace. As if he could sense this, Copia increased the pressure on your clit, his fingers curling around that sweet spot inside of you.
It was enough to push you over the edge, your entire body shaking as you let out a particularly lewd moan. Your arms reached for his in your desperation for some kind of stability, your forehead pressing against his as you came down from the intense experience. Your lungs only allowed you to take small, sudden intakes of air as you finally regained the ability to open your eyes again, a mismatched pair staring right back into yours. The pupil in his green one was blown wide, while the white one seemed to shine with the intensity of his arousal. It only made your need for him even stronger, if such things were even possible.
You were about to lean in to catch his lips in yours when he suddenly pulled his fingers out from where they were still buried within you, bringing them up between both your faces before proceeding to slide both of them into his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he sucked on them, tasting your arousal. The sight was enough to make you gasp softly, a warm blush creeping into your cheeks.
When he was satiated of this, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and reached his hand to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in to meet his eager lips. He kissed you with such fervor that you felt like you were all but drowning in it, his tongue tangling in yours between your open mouths while his fingers twisted themselves in your hair. You never wanted it to end.
But to your disappointment, it did, and he pulls away from you slowly, as if he is also reluctant to draw away from you. Your eyes open to meet his intense gaze yet again.
"Jesus fuck, you're so beautiful," you breathed, your one hand searching for his blindly on the mattress. You eventually found it, your fingers weaving themselves into place between his. The compliment came easily to your lips, the truth in it felt within every fiber of your being. He was beautiful, and it never failed to captivate you entirely.
You could see the way your words affected him when an adorably bright pink blush grew upon his cheeks and he raised the hand you had clasped in his to press his lips to the back of it in appreciation.
"As are you, mia amata. Though I do hope Jesus is not in the room with us now. That would be incredibly awkward." He said this with a playful smile, glancing back over his shoulder as if to check if he was actually standing there. You couldn't help but giggle at his silly little joke, your chest growing warm with the love you felt for him in that moment.
"I love you, Copia," you said, your voice sounding soft in the quiet room.
"And I love you, too, mia regina. So, so very much." He pressed another kiss into the back of your hand and you couldn't stop the smile that formed naturally on your lips as a result of the sentiment. "Are you feeling a little better now?" He asked. You nodded, pulling your hand away from his lips to kiss the back of his hand.
"Yes, so much better. I love how you know just how take such good care of me, mio re," you tell him between kisses, and you mean every word. Your mind, as well as your body, felt much more at ease, and you were once again amazed by how he was able to know just what you needed before you even figured it out yourself. Now, all you could think about was returning the favor, the heat pooling in your stomach once again at the thought as you pulled him closer into you, reaching your other hand to slide down his side and brush along his strong thigh to finally rest at the bulge in his tight suit pants.
God, did his suits ignite something in you. And it didn't help that he had chosen to wear your favorite that day: the sinfully tight crimson one. The black one was a close second, but it was the red one that got you every time. This was yet another thing you were sure he was well aware of, considering how often it was in with the laundry.
"As much as I would love to stay here all night and fuck you senseless, mia amata," he near growled in your ear, your ministrations clearly affecting him much more than he was letting on, "I have dinner to make and you have an exam to study for. I won't be long, and if you'd like, we can study together when I'm done. Would you like me to make you some tea or hot cocoa?"
You nodded, smiling at his words. "I would really like that. Tea sounds lovely, thank you."
"Anything for mia regina. I will be back in a little bit. You take this time now to relax, si? I will bring you your books." He said, swinging his legs around and off the bed before standing up and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
You nodded, gazing at him lovingly. He gazed back at you, a soft smile reaching his lips and forming two rare little dimples in the corners of his cheeks. The sight nearly made you internally combust.
As he turned from the bed to walk back through the doorway toward the kitchen, you thought about how lucky you were to have him in your life. Laying your head back against your pillows and closing your eyes, your heart swelled with your love for him, your worries now dissipating into nothingness.
Whatever happened, you knew you would always have this love for him burning inside you, and that alone was enough for you to finally build up the courage to stand before that voice in your head and say:
No, actually.
I can.
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An act of service.
Popia x reader
On a particularly stormy day Copia had lost his ring in the creek outside the monastery. Once you’d been told this you knew you had to do something about it. How could you not, It’s Copia.
Bonus; all three older papas having a hay day giving Copia a hard time. Another bonus Copia flirting, who doesn’t enjoy that?
Warnings: a LOT of VERY suggestive content. Terzo being Terzo.
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The sky was overcast and gray. The rain poured like a heavy blanket was being thrown over the monastery. You walked behind a small line of other siblings of sin. You all had been doing work around the garden or hanging laundry to dry but the rain had gotten so bad you were told to make your way inside. You were lost in your thoughts mindlessly letting the rain hit your head till you noticed frantic movements just ahead. You leaned over to see what was happening.
Copia bent over the edge of the stone bridge, eyes searching for something below.
You stopped beside him.
“Lose something papa?” You asked, walking up beside him.
His makeup smeared a little, strands of his wet hair falling to his face, mismatched eyes looking right at you. Totally disheveled. You felt your face suddenly get hot. ‘Satanas’ you thought to yourself.
“Oh, it’s nothing sorella I just dropped my ring in the creek. But it’s too wet to be searching for it now, eh? Come on no need to worry about it it’s too cold.”
He shivered jokingly. Taking his jacket off he held it above both of your heads, leading you inside.
Your eyes lingering on the flowing water under the bridge.
You couldn’t leave it alone.
The two of you stepped into the monastery. The floor now wet under your feet. Copia hung his jacket on a hook near by then shook his head to relieve it of some water.
Your heart clenched at the sight of him acting like a wet puppy, you couldn’t get over how much you adored him. He looks back at you with a crooked smile. “Come on let’s go get some towels, I don’t wanna go to dinner in wet pants, especially when they’re this tight.” Copia says giving a small laugh.
“The moisture contours your ass more so, it’s not all bad.” You teased. He shook his head. Trying to hide his embarrassment he tucked his fingers into the pocket of your habit, tugging you closer to him. “You’ve got a confident mouth on you, don’t you stellina.” He teased back.
“When the statements true it’s not that hard to say whats on your mind.” You shot back, poking his side.
“That might get you in trouble you know.” He winked at you.
You shook your head.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” You replied holding a door open for him.
“More than you know dolcezza.” He replies in a low voice, leaning closer to your ear.
You’d notice the confidence he’d gained over time but he was never a hard target when trying to make him blush.
The two of you finally made it to his room were he grabbed two towels. Setting one aside Copia draped the other over your head and squeezed the water out of your hair as gently as he could.
“Was it important?” You asked looking up at him. “Hm?” He questioned, focusing on drying your hair.
“The ring you lost.”
He looked back down at you wrapping the towel around your shoulders. “I suppose, it was a gift from sister imperator but don’t worry your pretty head about it stellina, it’ll turn up, eh?” He reassured.
His eyes now fixated on the smeared paint he had on his glove.
You smirked at him. “You’ve got something on your face.”
Copia’s brows knit together as he started to smile. Wrapping his arms around your middle he pulled you close.
“Do I? I had no idea.” He mocked biting at your neck.
“I knew you didn’t.” You mocked back, trying to free yourself.
“Why don’t I use you ask a towel, huh? How’d you like that, eh? He asked trying to rub his wet face on yours. You laughed pushing him and his messy face away from you.
“What you don’t want a kiss from your papa?” He asked trying to kiss your face.
Finally escaping his grasp you pushed him away with your foot. “How bout you get cleaned up with a towel that’s not my face and I’ll save you a seat at dinner.” You told him pushing the towel toward him. He laughed wiping his face off. “Alright, alright.”
At dinner the dining hall was bustling. Loud with the voices of the children of sin. Whispers between friends as different papas made their way to the table they sat at.
Copia’s eyes surfed through the crowd trying to find you. He wasn’t really supposed to sit with you but he thought he could get away with it this time.
Only one problem.
You were nowhere to be found. He ran his hand through his graying hair, trying to find you.
But to no avail.
Copia made his way to the table taking a seat next to Secondo. “Evening, Copia” he greeted, “A pretty, little thing told me to tell you that she wouldn’t be able to save you a seat. Said she had to do something of great importance.”
Copia cocked an eyebrow in confusion. His mind started to wonder with what you could be doing.
Terzo invites himself into the conversation leaning on Copia’s shoulder. “Maybe you’ll find her on your bed after, eh? Naked. Covered in whipped cream.” Terzo nudged hoping Copia would break a sweat. “That’s my favorite kind of dessert.” He continued ragging on the youngest papa.
Copia leaned away, pushing Terzo off him. Luckily his face was covered in paint or it’d be blatantly obvious how red it was. But unfortunately his expression couldn’t lie and Terzo took great pleasure in causing him discomfort.
“I’m sure that’s not-“ Copia tried to defend only to be cut off by Terzo.
“So you admit she wouldn’t do that for you? Maybe tell her you’re open to the idea I’m sure she’d do it then, or are you more of a chocolate syrup kind of guy?” Terzo smirks, reveling in Copia’s discomfort.
“I don’t-“ Copia tries only to be interrupted by Secondo.
“Chocolate syrup is too heavy and distracting. It gets in the way.” He commented. Copia and Terzo turning to stare at him for a second. The table went silent.
“Then what would you use?” Terzo asked sarcastically.
Secondo went silent for a minute, thinking. Copia, surprised he was actually considering an answer.
After what seemed like serious consideration they got an answer.
“Like the eh, pixie stix…or champagne.” He finally told them. Terzo gave a ‘not bad’ nod. Copia wondered why he was even part of the conversation at this point, not believing the stuff he was hearing.
“It looks nice between the tits.” Secondo added. Nodding at Copia as if he’d just given him some stellar advice.
Copia rubbed his temples in exasperation. He was used to Terzo doing this but Secondo too?
“I used mashed potato’s in the spirit of thanks giving once.” Primo who had apparently been listening, chimed in. “Gotta honor the holiday you know.” The oldest papa said pointing a finger at Copia. Delighting in the poor man’s squirming.
‘Satanas’ Copia thought to himself. How could they just talk about this as if it was the same as talking about taxes.
“I’m partial to wine sometimes, but whipped cream is always a winner for me.” Terzo said as if he was talking about something very important. “Or fruit, I’d eat fruit off an ass any day of the week.” Terzo added the other two papas agreeing with him, with varying levels of enthusiasm. All the while trying not to break character and laugh at Copia who was now sweating bullets and looked like he wanted to explode.
Thanks to them, Copia now had thoughts of you swirling around his head, covered in sweet things he could lick off. He shook it vigorously trying to think of something else. His face heating up by the second.
“So Copia, preference?” Terzo asked turning the attention back to him. Copia mouths wordlessly at the ridiculous question, being way too humiliated to answer. Not even knowing how to answer. Opting instead to stare down at his plate.
Your shoes squished in the muddy grass as you walked outside. You made your way down to the creek, the rain poured over head. The thunder rumbling causing your heart to beat faster. You could barley see in front of you, your foot slightly slipping down the small hill. The water flowed around your ankles as you held the hair out of your face looking around for anything shiny. The water dripping down you nose. The weather got increasingly worse the longer you took. Wind was picking up and the trees were shaking. After a good 30 minutes of looking you sat down in the creek, the water splashing beside you. The rain was loud, the wind louder. You stared down at the water flowing at your ankles. ‘Fuck’ you thought.
30 more minutes passed and you’d just about given up. Laying in the stream you stared up at the sky, letting the cold water flow over your body. You knew Copia didn’t act like the ring meant that much to him so you wouldn’t do something stupid. Sort of like the thing you were doing now. But you couldn’t not look for it. It just wasn’t in your nature. Your head turned to the side eyes out of focus until you saw something. You sat up fast, leaning toward it to get a better look.
‘Gotcha bitch.’
The monastery was quiet, most people now settling in to go to sleep. The halls were empty. The curtains closed. The lights dimmed.
The sound of wet shoes echoed through the building. Wet foot prints could be seen trailing through the carpet.
You traveled toward Copia’s door, gently knocking on it. A few seconds passed before you heard it click open. He looked tired, rubbing his eyes, that is until he saw you.
His eyes widened as he looked you up and down. Obviously wondering why the hell you were soaking wet.
“Hi.” You breathed.
“…Hi.” He said softly.
“What… how’d…why are you wet?” He stuttered. He couldn’t really think of anything else to say.
“Look I know you told me not to but…” you trailed off. Opening your hand and holding the ring out to him.
He couldn’t help the smile that snuck its way to his face. Sighing and shaking his head, staring at you.
“Of course you did, stupida.” He said lovingly, pulling his robe off and putting it around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug. “There are easier ways to get my attention you know. I do appreciate this though.” He told you, holding up the ring. He sweetly kisses your forehead. You stared up at him with weak eyes. “Yeah well…” you trailed, trying not to get lost in those mismatched eyes of his, especially when he was tired. And disheveled. And half naked. The two of you stood fidgeting with your hands for a moment.
“Do you wanna come in?” Copia asked, gesturing toward the inside of his room.
Breaking the silence.
You gasped a little, “Copia, are you suggesting we…sleep together?” You ask playfully, a grin plastered on your face.
He smiled to himself, sheepishly looking at the wall. Even though this was a regular thing for you two he always got a little flustered at your antics.
“If you mean that literally.” He said scratching behind his ear.
You shrugged walking past him. Making your way into his room.
“I dunno,” you dragged your finger across his chest “I haven’t decided yet.” You told him, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him into the room.
He should lose his ring more often.
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A Helping Hand (A Cardinal Copia One Shot)
Cardinal Copia and Reader
Summary: There's nothing between Cardinal and his white suit or how much the white suit shows.
Just before the show Cardinal and his love get a little distracted and he needs a bit of hand to get rid of a problem before the show starts in ten.
Smutty
Words: 1,747
“Cardinals on in twenty” A guy ran thru the hallway balancing a load of stuff in his hands. I stared back at him watching as he zoomed past people almost dropping his stuff a comedy act if you really thought about it.
As the time got closer to stage time the more busier and loud the hallways became. With people rushing around to get stuff done or ghouls jumping around trying to tie their boots because for some reason they can't sit and tie they instead multitask horribly. “Have you seen Copia” I passed Cirrus who was doing some voice training. “Last time I saw him he was in the dressing room fixing his hair” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. I laughed shaking my head imagining him in the mirror just trying his best to get his hair the way he wants. “Well I will see you on stage well on the side of it anyways and do remember to tie your shoes” I pointed to both boots that were untied and dragging on the floor. “Crap” She mumbled to herself.
I loved these days well the days when they performed and I didn't have to do any stressing work for the clergy. It was a bonus that I could listen to music and have a good time plus I liked the music so it was another bonus.
“Remind Cardinal it's white suit today,” A sister said passing by.”Of course the fan favorite” I replied. The one where everything was on display. Don't get me wrong I was not complaining but I did know how much he sometimes hated to wear it. As he worded it. “Everything is in the wrong place” over and over again.
“DARLING” I heard a yell while I passed a room. “Huh,” I said looking up to see the dressing room worded on the door. “Copia” I cheered walking into the room. There he stood sitting in the seat staring up at me. “White suit huh,” I asked closing the door behind me. “It's a good day to wear the suit” he winked. “Cocky” I whispered watching as he spun his chair around to face the mirror. “How's the hair,” I asked walking behind his seat. “A mess” He grumbled smoothing it down with his hand. I leaned down my lips near his ear. “It looks fine it always looks fine” We made eye contact in the mirror his ears becoming a light pink.
“Why must you look at me like that” He whispered our eye contact not breaking. “No idea what you are talking about” I stood up turning away from him hiding the obviously stupid blush forming on my face. Copia and I relationship was weird we did things that couples did but we were not a couple. Some would call it friends with benefits.
“Are you ready for my show love?” He asked standing up from his seat. “Of course and I get to have free drinks and watch you dry hump the air it's going to be a wonderful evening” I explained leaning back on the couch. “I do it pretty good eh” He winked walking next to me. “You do I, I mean I hear the roars of the fans every time” and I mean every time I swear I would see some fans drooling their eyes peeled to copia. “Hello,” Swiss knocked on the door and before he waited for an answer he pushed the door open nearly falling to the ground.
“We are on in ten minutes,” He said shooting finger guns as he backed. “What they said you have twenty minutes” I stared up at the clock to see time only went by a few minutes.
“The suit looks good?” Copia asked standing in front of me. The suit almost melted into his body and god was it hot. “Uh huh,” I breathed staring down at the ground. “Am I flustering you” He stepped closer. He raised his hand to under my chin raising my head. “Huh,” I asked looking up at him. “One day you should look into some better pants you know pants where you can wear underwear” I added in causing him to chuckle. “Why could I if I get this reaction, especially from you” He inched closer. I could smell the strong mint lingering. “No, you have ten minutes to show you need to get ready” I slightly pushed on his chest to push him away but he didn't budge. “We have time to fix your fluster” He kissed my neck gently his free hand on the hem of my shorts. His body was close and I could feel his hard growing on my thigh. “I will be fine you have a show to do” I slightly nudged him again. He didn't budge his lips falling to my collar bone sucking on my skin. “Oh god,” a moan escaped my lips. I could feel the smile forming on his face as he left a mark on my skin.
“You just fall for me” He sang leaving slopping kisses up my neck. “Some days” I answered another moan escaping my lips. He was right all he was doing was kissing me and I was a moaning wet mess.
“After the show” I whispered my hands running down his suit. He pulled back staring at my eyes and then at my lips his eyes darkening. “How can I go on stage with this huh” He stared down at his hard. His pants do nothing to hide it. A laugh escape my lips staring up at him as he licked his lips inching closer once again. “Showtime SOON BABYY” Rain yelled through the halls. I took a deep breath staring at the opened door that swissed opened. “Hm,” I said escaping his grasp and heading to the door. “The rest will be after’ I explained as I closed the door locking it.
“We can do a lot now” He grabbed ahold of my hand pulling me in. Our lips collided. Our kiss deepened as he pushed me back against the couch pulling up my oversized shirt his hand caressing my chest as he licked my lips wanting more. “What fun will it be to do all now” I pushed him away. “Torture” he growled. “Shh,” I kissed the side of his lips. My hand slid down to the zipper of his pants slowly unzipping his pants his hard throbbing at the touch.
“So unfair” He barely got out. He inched closer to my neck leaving kisses as his hard cock sprung out of his pants. “Flustered are we” I repeated his words. There was one thing Copia loved to do with me and that was to tease especially when I so badly wanted him but today it was the other way around. “Do you think of me on stage?” I asked taking full grasp of his cock and stroking it slowly a quiet gasp leaving his lips. “Do you think about me when you pleasure yourself” I stroked again rubbing my thumb over his tip. “Oh god love” He moaned his hips buckling into mine. “Not an answer” I stroked his tip my thumb rubbing over and over again.
“Yes, all the time” He answered the small whimpers following his answer. “On stage...I think of you” He groaned leaving slobbery kisses on my neck. His cock throbbed as I fastened the strokes rubbing over his tip. Every time his hips would buckle into mine. I could feel the wet pudding from me.
“Fuck” He moaned throwing his head back. “They all see everything but I am the one who gets to pleasure you” I whispered “To kiss you” I kissed his neck. “To make you cum” I stroked his tip his cock only throbbing more in my hands. “Oh hell oh god” He groaned soon there were no words but loud groans that escape his lips. I regretted not doing more now and knowing that I would have to wait for an entire show to have him in me. For us to become moaning messes.
My strokes slowed down and my hand remained on his tip some cum spilling out and landing on my thumb. He watched as I brought my thumb to my lips licking the cum off. “I want you” He growled. His lips were once again back to mine the kiss more aggressive than before.
“After the show” I answered breaking the kiss. I licked my fingers wet grasping his hard making him flinch with a whimper. I stroked his cock slowly his head flying back as groans followed. By now he was thrusting into my hand wanting more. “God” He moaned his head falling to the crock of my neck. “You are only mine” I whispered into his ear. “Only yours” He growled thrusting his hips again.
“Oh I’m gonna cum” He moaned pulling back from my neck and smashing his lips into mine. We kissed moans escaping both of our lips as the kiss got rougher wanting to devour each other. “I can't last no longer love” He whimpered.
I kissed his lips once more before I got down on my knees still stroking his cock. “Cum” I said licking the tip of his cock earning another buckle of his hips. He grabbed ahold of his cock sliding it into my mouth his free hand grabbing ahold of my hair. “You will destroy me” He groaned slamming his cock to the back of my throat and thrusting as his cock throbbed. My eyes watered still never used to the size.I bobbled my head up and down his large length as loud groans escape his lips. “Oh god” He groaned loudly his cock twitching in the back of my throat without letting go he pushed my head to his hips his hand tightly on my hair. The twitching of his cock as hot cummed flowed down my throat.
I swallowed his cum his cock sliding out of my mouth. I stared up at him our eyes meeting. I licked his tip once more taking the rest of the cum. “CARDINAL SHOW TIME” a loud knock came from the door. “Show time” I whispered standing up. I kissed his lips once more then pulled away. “After the show” he pointed as he did up his pants. “Good luck” I winked as he unlocked the door walking out.
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I doubt anyone will see this since I haven’t been active here in a hot minute but I made a copia fic :3
Old Habits Die Hard on Ao3
Summary: You came to this church in hopes of not only starting anew, but also seeking friendly companionship. Unfortunately for you, living a past life as a shut-in catholic nun set you back in life more than you expected, enough to make it difficult to relate to the rest of the siblings. As a result of this, Sister Imperator has asked you to open for mass in hopes of getting you out there, but she forgot to mention one thing: Today's subject for mass had everything to do with the one sin you've yet to get to.
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Ok @blacktie-whitenoise I went with Papa Copia and choice #1! But first we have to get through some phone sex oh noooo...
Ring Ring
Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ Your work day is interrupted by a phone call from Copia
Warnings: phone sex, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, nsfw, 18+ only, mdni, 2400 words
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“Cardinal Alero’s office, how can I help you?”
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?” You froze at the sound of Copia’s voice. It was dark and low, his breathing ragged. The only time his voice got like this was when—�� “Well, dolcezza? Do you?”
With a quick glance over at Alero you cleared your throat before you answered.
“Uh, I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I’ve been thinking about burying myself inside of you all day.”
Fucking hell.
“Oh? That’s too bad.”
“Si, it has made the day very interesting. Long. Hard. If you understand me.”
“Yes! Yes I understand.”
Very faintly you heard the sound of his belt clinking and the rustling of fabric. Copia let out a loud groan and you could only guess he had taken himself in hand. You spun your chair away from Alero’s desk so your back was to him. It was doubtful the Cardinal had heard Copia, but you knew Copia was only going to get louder.
He never was very good at keeping quiet.
“I wonder what that old bastard would do if I were to come in there right now, oh cazzo, and bend you over your desk.”
You snuck another glance at Alero over your shoulder, freezing when you saw him watching you.
“I, uh, don’t think he’d like that.” Alero raised his eyebrow and you gave him a quick smile before spinning away. “Can I call you back?”
“No.” Copia’s chair creaked as he exhaled into the phone. “I wouldn’t do that anyway, dolcezza. I’d have to get you wet first.”
“Don’t worry Papa, that won’t be a problem.” You squirmed in your seat, your body starting to respond to Copia’s words. Vaguely you heard your name but you thought it was just Copia saying it under his breath. “How about I bring you those files right now?”
“Wet already? What a naughty thing you are. Are you having dirty thoughts about your Papa?”
“Yes, of course I am you idi—“
“Is that Papa?” You yelped at the sound of Alero’s voice, jerking your head around to see him standing behind you. When you nodded he reached out a hand and snapped his fingers. “Give me the phone.”
“Do not give him the phone. Tell him to fuck off.”
A somewhat delirious laugh left you and you covered the receiver with your hand.
“Cardinal, Papa says not to worry. He knows you’re busy.” Copia snorted and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as well. “He appreciates your hard work.”
“The only thing that’s hard right now is my dick.”
Alero frowned down at you and you could tell he was debating if he should insist on the phone or just take the compliment and sit back down. Thankfully he seemed to choose the latter, a smug smile on his face as he turned to go back to his chair. You slipped your hand off the receiver and turned away from him once more.
“What else can I help you with Papa?”
“Tell me dolcezza, are you wearing underwear?”
“No, Papa.”
“Mmm, so you’re just sitting there, bare for your Papa?” You hummed into the phone, spreading your legs a bit unconsciously. “If I was there right now I’d slip my hand under your skirt, then push two fingers right into your needy cunt. Because that’s what you are right now, eh dolcezza? Needy for me?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Molto bene. Soon I'd be able to fit a third inside of you and watch as you made a mess of my gloves.” You thunked your head against the back of your chair, immediately sitting up again when you remembered you weren’t alone. Copia let out a strangled moan and you winced, hoping Alero hadn’t heard it. “Would you clean them for me? If I shoved them into your mouth?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Brava ragazza. You’d do anything I asked of you, wouldn’t you?”
“Anything, Papa.”
“Bene. Then come here so I can fuck you.”
Copia hung up the phone and for a few seconds you just sat there staring at it. When it started beeping you scrambled to get it back in its cradle while looking for something on your desk you could use as an excuse to go see Copia. Alero cleared his throat and when you looked over at him he was scowling.
“What’s the problem?”
“I uh, need to bring some paperwork over to Papa.”
“Why can’t he send a ghoul to come get it?”
Goddammit Alero.
“I'm not sure.” You grabbed a random stack of paper and hastily stood up. “He needed them right away.”
“Fine, but don’t dawdle. There’s still a lot of work to do.”
You nodded, biting down on your lip savagely before you retorted with ‘yes, your work’. With quick steps you left the office and did your best not to run towards Copia’s. At the end of the hallway you turned right but immediately had to stop as you ran into someone.
“Shit!” Copia’s hands grabbed at your elbows to help keep you upright. “What took so long?”
“I had to come up with an excuse for Alero!” You slapped the papers onto Copia’s chest and pushed past him. “Now hurry up.”
Copia chuckled as he quickly followed you, coming up to your side and grabbing your hand. You knew if you looked at him he’d have that stupid, dopey smile on his face and you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop yourself from kissing him in the hallway if you saw it. As you both rounded the last corner before his office you froze at the sight of Sister Imperator and Nihil waiting right outside his door. Copia cursed under his breath and wrapped an arm around your waist, quickly tugging you back around the corner.
“Now what, Papa?” Copia muttered something in Italian before starting to usher you across the hall towards a closet. He ripped it open, gently pushing you inside before following and kicking the door shut. You both stood there in the dark for a moment until you heard Copia make a small noise when he found the light switch. As the room came into view in the dim light you sighed. “You always take me to the nicest places.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s a closet.”
Copia rolled his eyes and started walking your way, you started to back up playfully but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. Your butt hit a desk that was shoved up against the wall and Copia grabbed your waist, grunting as he lifted you up to sit on the edge. He placed his hands on your knees, squeezing them as he grinned at you.
“Are you still wet for me, dolcezza?”
“Right now I’m mostly dusty.”
He started to respond but instead he had to turn his head away to sneeze. You slapped your hand over your mouth to cover your laughter, trying to look innocent when he whipped his head back to glare at you.
“Sorry, Papa.”
“Uh, mi dispiace, this is not how I planned the afternoon to go.”
“Oh Copia, it’s ok.” You reached up and brushed some of his graying hair off his forehead before cupping his cheek. “This is still better than dealing with Alero.”
Copia laughed, leaning in to give you a lingering kiss on your mouth. He nipped at your lips when he pulled away before resting his forehead against yours.
“Let’s see if we can get back on track, eh?” He kissed you again and then dropped to his knees with a grunt. His hands squeezed your calves briefly before they began to move up to your thighs. The leather of his gloves was warm against your skin as he started to push your skirt up towards your waist. He lowered his head to the inside of your knee, mouthing at the sensitive skin there for a moment before he looked towards your cunt and took a deep breath. “It smells like you’re still wet for me, dolcezza.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you just pulled your skirt up all the way to expose yourself. His eyes darkened when you spread your legs and he was able to see your folds glistening even in the dim light. Copia grabbed the bottom of your thighs and lifted your legs up so they hooked over his shoulders. His hands moved down to grip your ass, holding you in place as he pressed his face against your cunt. He took another deep breath, growling when you wriggled a bit.
“Copia, please.”
His tongue sliding between your lips was his only answer. Slow laps across your cunt over and over again. You placed your hand in his hair and held on as he continued to lap up your juices. His moans were getting louder so you tugged his hair to try and get him to quiet down. In retaliation he covered your cunt with his mouth, sucking hard and causing you to cry out. You both froze, meeting each other’s eyes as you waited to see if anyone had heard you.
“Hush now, do you want the whole abbey to hear you?”
“How about you make me?”
Copia nipped at the inside of your thigh and you barely held in your gasp. Before you could snap at him he pulled your legs off his shoulders and stood up, leaning in to take your mouth in a hungry kiss. You moaned as you tasted yourself, grabbing onto his vest to keep him in place. He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk so he could grind his cock against you. It was straining against the ties of his pants and you quickly dropped your hands down to start undoing them.
“Si, cazzo. I need to be inside of you.” While you struggled with the ties he pressed his fingers against your entrance, both of you groaning when two of them slid right in. Copia bit his lip and rested his head against yours. “I knew it.”
You finally got his pants undone and shoved down far enough to free his cock right when he started prodding a third finger at your entrance.
“Now Copia, now please now.”
He pulled his fingers out of you, swiping them quickly up and down his cock before he pressed forward. You dropped your head onto his shoulder as he started pushing in. As your body stretched around him you bit at his shirt to try to keep quiet. He was relentless, not even pausing until he was all the way inside. The material of his pants was rough against your thighs as he began to move his hips in a small circle.
“So wet, so tight for your Papa.” You didn’t bother trying to respond, you knew if you opened your mouth no words would come out. When he slid a hand into your hair and gently pulled your head back you couldn’t help but whimper. “Let me see you.”
You both panted into each other's mouths as he let you get used to his cock. He moved his hand out of your hair, stroking a thumb across your cheek before pressing a soft kiss onto your mouth. You hummed against his lips, then took a deep breath as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Help me stay quiet.”
“Anything, dolcezza.”
Your mouths connected again in a clash of lips and teeth right as he pulled out and thrust back into your cunt. His thrusts were hard and fast, neither one of you having the patience for anything else. You nipped and sucked at each other’s mouth, Copia thrusting his tongue in time with his hips. The slick sounds of both filled the air of the small room and even though your moans were muffled you knew that anyone walking by would be able to hear you both.
You couldn’t bring yourself to care.
The edge was coming quickly, your orgasm ready to tear through you as Copia angled his thrusts so his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside of you. With the way his movements were becoming more frantic you knew he was close as well. He broke away from your mouth and you forced your eyes open so you could look into his mismatched ones.
“Are you close, dolcezza?” His voice was wrecked and his makeup an absolute mess. You tried to speak but all you could do was whimper and clutch at his shoulders. “Are you going to come on my cock?”
You managed a nod, your mouth opening in a silent scream when he brought a hand to your cunt and started rubbing his thumb around your clit. That was the end for you, he kissed you again right as your orgasm ripped through your body, muffling both of your moans as he came as well. He continued to thrust as his cock kicked and emptied inside of you before finally stilling, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close. After a moment you finally found the energy to speak and lifted your head off his shoulder.
“I don’t want to go back.”
Copia opened his mouth to respond but he immediately scrunched his face up, turning away right before a sneezing fit overtook him. He stumbled back a few steps, pulling out of you quickly and making you gasp. You looked around for something he could wipe his nose with, finally seeing a roll of paper towels on a shelf nearby. With a wince you hopped off the table, grabbing a few towels and shoving them his way while you took a few to clean yourself up. When you finished you turned to check on Copia, smiling when you found him staring at you and pouting.
“I wanted to do that.” You mimicked his pout, laughing as he reached for you and yanked you close. “That’s my favorite part.”
“Ugh Copia, you’re so weird.”
“But yet here you are, enjoying the finest closet our church has to offer.” He leaned down to give you a quick kiss, before pulling away to look at you with a raised eyebrow. “You can’t go back to work like this.”
“Definitely not.”
“No, you should come to my quarters instead. I need your help with something else.”
“Anything, Papa.” He grinned at you, that infectious smile of his sending a thrill through you like it always did. You reached up to smooth some of his hair back as you returned his smile. “Anything.”
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I Knew Nothing But Shadows pt. 11
Chapter 11: No Going Back
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Story Summary:
Curious circumstances and a questionable curse from your childhood led you to becoming the resident artist of the local Satanic Church – and a sinister night you’d truly rather forget. Years later, you’re presented with another chance at proving your artistic worth. Only this time, you’re kind of falling for the awkward anti-pope who sits for you and he is oddly interested in the intricacies of your past that you’re so desperately trying to hide. (18+, MDNI)
Chapter Summary:
The tension between you and Copia is getting hard to fight, just like your feelings for each other, and not even work, meetings or a persistent roommate can distract you.
Chapter Content: 12k words, implied past trauma/past wounds, body issues/scars, there is SMUT in here, a lot of it (oral m and f receiving, p in v, emotional sex, body worship), MDNI, 18+
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Copia x F!Reader
Day 5 of KINKTOBER is (finally) here! 🎃
**WARNING - EXPLICIT/NSFW**
Also available on AO3!
Written by request for @honey-dripp1n
“Do You Deserve It?”
Summary: You wear your shortest skirt to your one-on-one meeting with Copia, and face the consequences.
CW/Tags: short skirt, boots, degradation, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, PiV sex, unprotected sex, AFAB reader, F!Reader, zero aftercare, dom Copia/submissive reader
Word Count: 1870
It was a rainy, fall day and instead of being curled up in bed reviewing Papa’s business reports, you were in his office with him going over every single line item. ‘Well,’ you thought, ‘at least I could do something to make the boring task a little more fun.’
Oh how you loved to tease him and watch him get flustered in meetings, in the hallway, during mass, or even during a ritual. Would he be able to hide that hard on or not? This was your favorite game to play.
So you showed up to work in your shortest habit - the skirt just barely covering your ass. Perfectly perched on the arm of his chair as he sat at his desk, you gazed out of the window into the garden as the rain went pitter-patter against the glass.
He was completely immersed in his stacks of paperwork. “The September file,” he murmured.
“Hm? Oh, yes I have it right here,” you said, losing your focus on the stapled spreadsheet in your lap. You handed the top stack of papers to him and glanced over your shoulder to double check his work.
After a few moments his left hand wandered into your lap. You thought at first he was reaching for another spreadsheet, but his hand slipped in between your legs. You shifted just slightly, to alleviate the heat now pooling there.
He slid his hand under your skirt and trailed towards your hip. Then a sly smile spread across his face when he realized there was no hem of your panties - just bare skin. “You think I would not notice, Sorella?” he asked, his eyes still on the paper on his desk, one eyebrow cocked.
“Mmm Papa, you know better than anyone that tight clothes and a visible panty line just do not mix,” you replied in a sassy tone.
He shifted in his seat to look you in the eyes, knocking his pen off the desk in the process. “And just what am I expected to do with you now?” You pursed your lips and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, waiting for him to answer his own question.
He looked at the pen on the floor out of the corner of his eye, then glanced back at you. “Pick it up,” he commanded.
You slid off the arm of his chair and daintily kneeled down, tucking your knees together to remain decent. He kicked the pen further on the floor so it was now under his desk. Now you’d have to get on your hands and knees to retrieve it.
You crawled under the desk, your back now to him. You could hear the chair scrape on the floor as he pushed his chair back to give you room - or him a better view. You couldn’t reach the pen from this angle, so you outstretched your arm, arching your back and shoving your ass in the air. You could feel cold air hit your nether regions, so you had a pretty good idea of Copia’s view.
“Such a naughty Sister. Do you enjoy dressing like a little slut and parading your bare ass around the Ministry this way?”
You let out a little chuckle as you finally reached the pen - then a small yelp. He lifted your skirt a little and clapped you on the ass once. You couldn’t help it - the smallest whimper escaped your lips as you stayed frozen on your hands and knees. You felt your slick trickle down your inner thighs as you heard Papa mutter “mmmn,” under his breath.
You started to get up from the floor when you felt his leather boot on your back, immobilizing you. Not sure what to do next, you said meekly, “Here’s your pen Papa,” as you held it up for him.
He snatched it from your hand and snarled in your ear, “Just one more test before I let you up Sorella. Have you been a good or naughty girl today, mm?”
Hm. This seemed to be a trick question. Either response could yield the result you wanted - or do the exact opposite. Gauging by his demeanor so far, you concluded he wanted you to be naughty. “Oh Papa,” you began, savoring your words and choosing them carefully. “I…I’m afraid I’ve been a bad girl today.”
“And how is that, cara mia?” His boot was still on your back, pressing you down harder on the floor.
“Well, you’ve seen how I dressed today Papa. I…I’ve been aroused all day just thinking of you, and how easily you could take me without all those silly layers getting in our way.”
“So you have felt a tickling sensation in the middle there all day, eh? Should I take your word for it or put it to the test?” The pen still in hand, he leaned in close as if he was about to insert it inside your entrance. Your whole body tensed in preparation, and you made another small noise, stifling the sound in your closed mouth. “Relax Sorella, I could smell your sweet musk as soon as you sat down next to me.” He removed his foot from your back and gave you room to stand up.
You stood up beside him and began to straighten yourself and pull your habit back down over your hips but he stopped you, holding your hand firmly in his.
“I still need to see for myself,” he said. He grabbed you by the waist and plopped you down on his desk in front of him, shoving the papers out of the way in the process. He parted your legs with his knee, still sitting in his chair. One hand on your hip, the other sliding between your legs, he stared at you intensely.
You shuddered and tilted your head back as he slipped his middle finger inside you slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
“Mmm so fucking wet,” he said. “You have been bad. So bad to think of me all day and do nothing about it until now.” When you whimpered quietly again, he teased. “Does la mia piccola puttana need more, mm? So greedy you need two fingers?”
He slid his ring finger inside and pumped in and out a couple of times before removing his hand from your core, bringing with it a small pool of your arousal onto his desktop.
You exhaled sharply as he removed his fingers, aching to be filled again. “Yes Papa, I need it so desperately, Lucifer below I do.”
He inserted the same fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them, tasting yourself, tickling his fingertips with your tongue. He grabbed you by the waist and sat you on his thigh, facing him.
Instinctively, you began to grind yourself against the thick, ripped denim, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“So desperate to get off you can’t even wait for your Papa? And just look at the mess you have already made in my office. Who will clean this up? You expect Housekeeping to clean your shame?” he said, gesturing to the giant wet spot now on his jeans and the small puddle of slick on his desk.
Without hesitation, you leaned over and licked your own arousal off his lacquered desk top. It was still warm from being in your body just moments ago. He seemed slightly taken aback, but rolled with it.
“Lucifero,” he whispered as he started to say something but you kissed him on the mouth to shut him up, sliding your wetness you collected in your mouth into his. “Mmn -” he muttered in surprise, then swallowed and broke away from your embrace. “You are full of surprises, Sorella. I can tell I’m going to have fun with you.”
“I think you’ll be able to keep it up better than your brothers,” you whispered into his ear. Grinding on his thigh still, you began to unbuckle his trousers.
He slapped your hand away before you could go any farther. “Did I say you could touch, troia? If you’re going to act like the Ministry’s cum rag, then that is how I will treat you. You don’t get to touch what you’ve been getting from everyone else in this goddamn place. Is there anyone you haven’t fucked?”
“Your father, but that can be changed.”
He grabbed you by the shoulders, nails digging into your skin and leaving red marks. “You’ll regret saying that. And after I’m through, you’ll forget about those other quick lays you had.” He whipped you around and bent you over the desk, fumbling with his belt buckle before freeing his already leaking cock and burying it inside you - deep.
“Oh God Copia!” you screamed as he entered you fully without hesitation. You braced yourself on the desk as he began to pummel into you, grabbing your hair and tugging each time he thrusted back into your slippery cunt. He was moving so quickly - and you were so wet for him - he almost slipped out entirely several times.
“Lucifero all'inferno, come fai ad essere già così bagnata?” he grunted as he relentlessly slammed in and out of you. “Does my little whore enjoy taking Papa’s cock, mm?” he teased as you moaned loudly for him. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” he asked as he reached around to your front and rubbed circles around your clit. “Do sluts like you deserve to cum, do you even deserve Papa’s cock?”
“Please, Papa!” you cried as he touched your sensitive bud.
“Please what? Mm, speak up slut.” He clapped your ass again for good measure. His hips bounced off your plump ass in perfect rhythm to the circular sway of his thrusts. He shoved your head down on the desk so the side of your cheek pressed flat against it, your arms bent on top of the desk to shield your face from getting slammed into it repeatedly.
“Please let me cum! I’ll be so good for you, Papa, I promise - ohhh fuck -” you struggled to say with your head shoved down through rough thrusts.
“You think you deserve it? I don’t think you do, strega.”
You screamed out as he pounded away. “Please Papa!” you begged, so close to orgasm.
“Since you’ve been so polite, puttana.” He continued the small circles around your clit, building up the pressure more and more until your climax came in a sudden explosion throughout your body, shaking uncontrollably.
“Sto per venire! I’m cumming, fuck!” He groaned, body shuddering as he slammed three more times into you - quick and deep. You could feel his warm seed swell inside you, spilling out as he pulled out of you.
You laid there, slumped over the desk like a ragdoll. Your chest heaved as you felt both your cum and his flow down your legs.
He used some tissues to clean off his cock then zipped up his pants. “You did well, Sorella. No wonder you’re everyone’s flavor of the week around here.” He threw the tissue box to you and said, “Now clean yourself up. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Silence filled the air as he left you on the desk, still too overstimulated to move. You could hear the rainfall tap at the windowsill.
English to Italian Translation
- cara mia (my dear)
- la mia piccola puttana (little whore)
- troia (slut)
- Lucifero all'inferno, come fai ad essere già così bagnata? (Lucifer in hell, how are you already so wet?)
- strega (witch)
- Sto per venire (I’m cumming)
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Make You Sing
Fandom: Ghost
Rating: Explict
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, p in v sex, exhibitionism (kinda), confessional sex
Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader
Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, Female!Reader, unnamed Sibling of Sin
Additional Tags: no use of y/n, soft!dom Copia
Words: 1121
Summary: Between your busy schedules, you and Copia make time to see each other, but that time is interrupted when a Sibling of Sin steps into the confessional.
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Your nails were digging into the wooden back of the chair as your head was pulled back, making your back arch. “Fuck,” you moaned loudly as Copia held a fistful of your hair. “Papa.”
“As much as I love those sweet noises, you need to keep it down, dolcezza,” Copia replied as he pounded into you. The hand that wasn’t pulling your hair was gripping your hip, pulling your hips back onto his cock. “Don’t want anyone to hear us, si?”
You and Copia hadn’t had a lot of time to spend together lately. Between his duties as Papa and preparing for a tour and your own work in the ministry, your time together was stretched thin forcing you to find little moments of free time throughout the day to spend together. Tonight Copia was holding confession, and as soon as the last person in line left, you came out of your hiding spot in the shadows and stepped into his side of the booth. It was late and Copia’s window for confession would be ending soon. No one else would be stopping in to confess their sins.
When his hand came around to touch your clit, you all but whimpered in need. “Let them hear,” you breathed, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as his fingers teased your clit. His hand let go of your hair and pulled you closer to him. “I–aaaaah—want them to know you’re ruining me.”
“Ragazza birichina,” he purred in your ear. He pressed a kiss to your neck as his thrusts slowed to a torturous speed.
“So close,” you panted softly as his lips peppered your neck with kisses and gentle nips. You teetered on the edge of your climax and were just about to shatter when the sound of heels could be heard approaching the confessional.
You both froze upon hearing the door to the other side of the booth open and close and someone sitting down in the chair on the other side of the wall. The mesh between the booths was thick enough that the sibling couldn’t see either of you and you couldn’t see the sibling.
“Bless me, Papa, for I have sinned. It has been fourteen days since my last confession,” came the voice of one of one of your fellow siblings. “I have lusted, I was greedy, and I was envious.”
One of Copia’s gloved hands came up to your mouth and covered it as he slowly pushed into you, careful to not make the chair you were balanced on creak. You felt his lips quirk upward into a smirk and knew he was turning this into a game.
“For these sins, I am not sorry,” the sibling finished.
Copia wasted no time stepping back into his role as Papa despite his cock buried deep inside of you. “Did you feel guilt while you were experiencing these sins?” Copia asked, keeping his voice level and neutral as he usually did in confession. A hand came and rested on your hip, keeping you still on his cock. He knew it would make you squirm.
“A little,” the sibling confessed. “When I was lusting after my married friend…I want her so badly, but she’s happily married. I can’t help it though. I’m so jealous that her partner gets to have her every day and night and I just want her all to myself. I know they’re both polyamorous, but I still feel wrong for trying to come between them. I just…I don’t know…I don’t want to feel guilt for having the feelings I do and I don’t know what to do about this whole situation.”
“All those feelings you have a valid,” Copia said as he thrust deep into you again. You wanted to whimper into his hand but fought to keep silent. “There is nothing wrong with feeling guilt either. You are human and being human is complex and confusing.”
There was a sigh from the other side of the dark mesh screen. “What should I do, Papa?”
“Have you talked to your friend? Communication is key, after all. It does not do to bottle up all these feelings.” Copia said, as the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth moved from your hip to your front and then between your legs. He dragged a single finger up your slit before stopping at your clit. You couldn’t help but tremble as you fought back any noise that was threatening to escape.
“I’m afraid that if I tell her I’ll ruin my friendship,” the sibling said. “Even though I have a feeling maybe she feels the same for me too…”
“Perhaps it would be best to bring up your feelings to your friend and talk it through with her. You will never know if she feels the same or not if it’s never discussed. Don’t live with the regret of never knowing,” Copia responded as his fingers teased your clit.
“You’re right,” the sibling said. “I should talk to her. The worst that can happen is that my feelings aren’t returned and she’s not interested, right?”
“Right. And if she is truly your friend, your friendship won’t be ruined. Sure things might be, eh, awkward for a bit but you two will work through it.” He thrust into you slowly again and this time, the feeling was too intense. A muffled moan sounded against the leather of his glove and Copia quickly started to fake cough to cover up the sound.
“Are you okay, Papa?” The sibling asked.
“Mi dispiace. I seem to be coming down with a cold,” Copia lied, his fingers putting pressure on your clit as though in punishment. “Speak to your friend and discuss how you feel. Life is too short to be left wanting and wondering.”
“Thank you, Papa,” the sibling replied, their chair scrapping on the floor as they stood.
“Go and sin freely,” Copia said, making the sign of the inverted cross to the mesh-covered window.
The door on the other side of the confessional opened and you could hear the sibling walking away. When all was silent again, Copia released his hand from your mouth and pressed his lips to the side of your neck.
“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He questioned, his teeth grazing your skin.
“Sorry,” you panted. “It just came out.”
He hummed in response before the slow, agonizing pace of his thrusts turned punishing. “You’re lucky confession is over and you can be as loud as you want now,” he growled into your ear. “And I’m going to make you sing, cara.”
And he did make you sing—your voice echoing off the rafters of the chapel as he brought you to orgasm.
Translations
dolcezza-sweetness
Ragazza birichina-naughty girl
Mi dispiace-I'm sorry
cara-dear/darling
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"Blood In The Boardroom."
Inspired by the prompt: “I just started my period...."
Content: Approx 1178K words.
Relationship: Established Papa IV (Copia) X Reader (She/her)
Trigger warning: Blood. Talk of menstruation and the trials that go with it.
Synopsis:
Today was not the day for you to take your period. You had too much to do and no time to be in this much pain.
Notes:
Inspired by the above prompt and the fact that today, while out for a run, I had the worst period pain of my life.
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The first indication that something was array was a quick, stabbing sensation in the lower left of your abdomen.
You flinched, but only slightly, before brushing it off as nothing.
Then there was another. And another. Until you couldn't remember a time when you weren’t in pain. The date flashed in your mind and you remembered that you still hadn't menstruated in well over thirty-five days.
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. There wasn't time for this and certainly not now. You had a meeting to attend with several other clergy members and had planned to go for a run later that evening. But as you felt a familiar trickle, you decided it was best if you at least take the time for a hygiene break. You made your way to the nearest restroom to make use of the free sanitary supplies. You’ve never been prepared because your cycle never enabled you to be, so you felt eternally grateful to whom ever’s idea it was to put a hygiene basket in almost all the restrooms in the abbey.
Just as you chose your weapon and began to slip into one of the stalls, you felt another stabbing pain. Still, you were trying to put it to the back of your mind. All you wanted to do was to take care of this situation and get to your meeting. Followed swiftly by everything else you had planned but at double speed. You even considered forgetting your run to crawl back into your warm bed.
You soon realised, as you stared at the blood in your underwear, that this might be worse than you first thought. It was heavy. Extremely heavy. And the pain made it all the worse. You suddenly felt woozy, not at the sight of the blood, you were well prepared for that, but rather the amount.
“Shit.” You cursed out loud as another wave of pain washed over you, “Fuck. I don’t have time for this today.”
You took a few moments to steady yourself, dabbing as much of the blood from your underwear as possible and inserting the tampon. The pain wasn’t constant at the moment. It came in waves with no particular pattern. Bearable. But things would escalate, and you knew they would. The real question was how long had you got before you were doubled over, nauseous and in desperate need of a co-codamol? It could be anywhere between thirty minutes to three hours.
“I can do this.” You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You washed your hands and proceeded with your morning, all the while continuing to try and ignore the inevitable.
The first twenty minutes of the meeting were fine. You felt the stabbing intensify periodically but it quickly leveled out. This was manageable. You’d worked through worse. You distracted yourself by concentrating on the others in the room.
Sister Imperator talked numbers, mostly, followed by Primo and Papa Copia arguing about tour dates. Then there was a brief discussion about the sort of refreshments that should be expected in a meeting of this calibre. Obviously started by Terzo, the resident coffee connoisseur.
But then you lost interest because your lower back started to twinge too. Suddenly, the pain bloomed across your whole abdomen. You inhaled sharply and gripped your hands across your stomach.
“Sorella, are you okay?”
You looked up to meet Papa Copia’s concerned gaze and nodded.
“Si, Papa. Just a little hungry. I didn’t quite manage breakfast.” You joked.
He nodded in response, brows furrowed. You knew he didn’t believe you, but you’d rather not announce to the whole room that you had suddenly taken your period. You had expressed to him often enough in the privacy of your shared quarters that you'd been experiencing premenstrual symptoms. And you were both slightly concerned that you were so late seeing as children, while not out of the question, were simply not currently feasible.
The meeting was continued for another fifteen minutes, during which time you had tried your best simply not to appear too much in pain. You held your hands tightly to your stomach, pressing against it mimicking pressure and heat. Papa Copia continued to look over at you periodically, clearly aware that you were in some sort of pain. He always could read you like a book.
“Okay, amici. I think that’s all we really have, si?” He said abruptly, standing up and addressing the room, “Let’s cut this sort and go enjoy the day, eh?
“But C-” Sister Imperator began.
“Whatever it is, it can wait, si? It’s such a beautiful day outside, we should be out enjoying ourselves.” He gestured to the window before lifting his mug from the table. That was always a sure sign that he was ready to leave. That damn mug went everywhere.
Sister Imperator huffed. The other men made no argument, always happy to get a meeting over with. They wasted no time in launching themselves for the door, closely followed by a mumbling Imperator. You remained sitting, concentrating on keeping your expression as close to neutral as possible.
“Amore, you’re in pain.”
It was a statement, not a question as he made his way around to your side of the desk. He knelt down and linked his arms around your front, bringing his head to rest on your shoulder. You lean back against him and let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. The pain was terrible. Not the worst you’d ever had but certainly up there.
“I had so much to do today.” You said, defeated.
“It’s that time, eh?”
You nodded.
“Let’s get you back to bed, okie dokie?” He said as he helped you up and out of your chair. You winched as the stabbing intensified. The cramps in your stomach had made their way around to your lower back, creating a ring of pain.
Copia spends the journey back to your quarters talking. You just listened, taking in his voice and concentrating on the way he rolled his R’s in certain words. He gripped your hand tightly in his, gently stroking his thumb over your knuckles.
It felt like an age before he pushed open the heavy oak doors for you. And even longer still that you were wrapped in your duvet, a fresh set of underwear and lounge clothes on. You inhaled the smell of your bed and curled inwards on yourself.
But then you felt someone sit down beside you and heard the television switch on above the fireplace.
“Copia?” You asked, already aware of the answer.
“Yes, amore?” He replied.
“You can’t stay. You have too much to do.”
“I am the Papa. If I want to take a sick day with amore mio, then I will.” He lay down and wrapped his arms tightly around your back.
His hands searched for where you clung to the hot water bottle at your abdomen. You snuggled back against him, taking in his scent and easing into his arms.
“Would you like to watch old re-runs of bad reality TV, or a movie?”
Lucifer Morningstar, you loved this man.
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