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your sin, your preacher

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, tender love confessions

Words: 1,618

Summary: You really should be used to this kind of thing by now but watching him with others never fails to make your blood burn.

a/n: AHA REMEMBER ME have a horny secondo fic based on a dream i had several weeks ago that i can no longer remember any of the pertinent details to. anyway cheers i did not intend for this to get so sweet at the end but i can't help myself. tender bitch disease status: terminal.

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It wasn’t like it was the first time you’ve felt that pang of jealousy when the two of you were out but Sathanas did it sting.

The two of you are currently in Secondo’s bedroom both silently undressing after a Ministry event at a favored local club. All the upper clergy were present that night with only a handful of siblings - you being one of them. But you know you’re no ordinary sibling. Everyone knows you’re no ordinary sibling. Papa Secondo’s favorite. Papa Secondo’s mistress. Papa Secondo’s faithful little lap bitch. You’ve heard it all at this point and none of it really bothered you. What did however, despite internally chastising yourself every time it happened, was your reaction when you’d see others hanging all over your lover. And oh, did they hang. Painted lips close to his ear, promising him a night he’ll never forget as hands slide along his inner thigh. You had been speaking to Cardinal Copia that evening, the two of you complaining about your dislike of the music and the volume at which it was being blasted, when you saw a woman in a short dress, hanging on his side, her hand dangerously low on his belly. Secondo didn’t acknowledge her - instead electing to continue his conversation with Papa Terzo - but his disinterest didn’t stop her from continuing the path of her red-clawed hand. When she cupped your lover’s clothed cock, bile rose in your throat until the observant Cardinal took it upon himself to step in front of you and break your line of sight. You should be used to it by now, you chastised yourself, it’s part of the job. All part of the game he has to play.

Yeah well it didn’t mean you had to like it.

Having stripped yourself of your clothing and jewelry, you silently grab your nightgown - a short black silk sleep chemise gifted to you by the man watching you carefully from across the room - and head towards the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind you. As you diligently remove your makeup you wonder if he could sense your irritation, feel the ugly green jealousy seeping off of you through the wall that divided the two of you. You wouldn’t be surprised, he’s always been startlingly good at seeing what you try your best to hide. Face washed, teeth brushed, you slip your nightgown over your head and loosen your hair with a sigh. With your hands on either side of the sink supporting you, you look up at your reflection.

He chose you.

You smile at yourself and push yourself off the porcelain and put your hands on your hips.

But it doesn’t hurt to remind him.

Turning around you shut the bathroom light off and open the door. He’s already in bed, mismatched eyes watching you like a hawk as you pad across the rug and fling back the luxurious sheets to climb in beside him. You don’t have to say anything as you lie on your back with your eyes shut and simply wait. He’s predictable like that. And before long, you feel a long, elegant hand slide across your belly and up to your breast. You pretend not to notice him even as dextrous fingers circle your nipple. When he pinches insistently, hard, at the bud you finally let your eyes fly open and as soon as you do, he’s upon you. He doesn’t kiss you but instead drags his crooked nose along your neck and inhales deep.

“Amore…” he breathes and you can smell the expensive whiskey he drinks on his breath mixed with the mint of his toothpaste. “You looked delicious tonight.”

“Did I?” you ask, attempting to sound disinterested even as heat and slick pools between your thighs. “Kind of you to notice.”

That makes him pause and you seize the opportunity to flip him onto his back and straddle his hips. He’s half hard between the two of you and you know he can feel your wetness as you pin his forearms above his head. There’s a fire in his eyes now and you grind down on him with a sigh.

“Diavoletta mia,” he growls, “you play a dangerous game.”

“Oh?” you idly lift your hips and grab his cock to tease the head at your soaked entrance. Your hands are no longer holding him down but he obediently stays in place, electing instead to watch you sink down on him with a groan.

“Fuck,” you breathe, eyes rolling back at the way he stretches you. Frantically your hands search for the hem of your nightgown and in a smooth motion you lift it over your head and fling it aside. When his eyes meet the sway of your breasts you can’t help but smile with pride. You’ve never seen him look at anyone else with that gaze. Slowly, your hips begin to undulate as you slide off of him then take him back in. When his hands twitch you have to laugh - you know all he wants is to place them on either side of your hips and guide you.

“Ah, ah–ah!” The chastisement loses its bite when on the last syllable, his hips thrust upwards to fuck into you. He’s smirking at you now and with your brows furrowed, you take your hand and wrap it around his throat.

“So dominant, agnellino mio,” he taunts, “tell me does it lessen the sting of seeing that woman with her hand on my cock tonight?”

Your jaw drops and your face flushes in anger as you squeeze on either side of his throat. Bastard. Ruthlessly you begin to ride him, watching even as his iron control slips with each clench of your cunt.

“You’re–lucky–” you pant, flinging your hair back, “almost went home with someone else tonight. That–Cardinal Copia–is such a sweet man. I’m sure he would treat me right. Might–might even be able to fill me better than this too.”

You knew you’d gone too far even as the words left your mouth. With a roar, Secondo flips you onto your back and with one large hand, effectively pins both of your wrists above your head. You’re about to throw a retort back at him when he slams inside of you with such force your head nearly grazes the headboard. All you can manage to is moan, higher and higher, as he pounds into you at a bruising rate.

“Never–forget–amore,” he snarls in between thrusts, “you are mine. You are mine and I am yours, capisci? This body–ah–this body is yours. This–ugh–soul is yours. This bed is ours and this cock is yours.”

Your lips form the words but no sound manages to come out - how could it at the rate he fucks the breath from your lungs? - so you nod frantically, tears sliding down your temples. The pleasure is bordering on pain but you don’t even care, how could you when you feel so deliciously used? When your spine begins to tighten and you feel your body bend off the mattress, you come with an exaltant scream of his name, cunt spasming around the thick length of him. If he was wild before, feeling and hearing your pleasure makes him positively feral, grunting and swearing profusely. When his previously precise thrusts become erratic, his hips stuttering, you know he’s close and so you end his suffering and sweetly clench around him once, twice, thrice and he comes with a hoarse shout, pumping rope after rope of seed into your cunt. When he finally relinquishes his grip on your wrists your hands immediately cup his cheeks and drag him down for a fierce kiss. He remains inside of you as his body sags and leans into your touch, momentarily breaking the kiss to pant into your mouth and nudge your nose with his.

“Amata mia, amata cara ragazza…do not ever doubt your Papa’s fidelity. I am yours, mi hai sentito? Only yours.”

With one final, uncharacteristically soft kiss he slips out of you and collapses to the side. You lament the loss of him inside you but your heart is so full to bursting tears begin sliding down your face once more.

“Secondo?”

"Sì, bellezza mia?”

“I love you.”

Those words were rare to pass between the two of you and always have been but you have never felt it more fiercely here, in this moment, as your body aches beautifully from his touch. You dare not look at him, instead choosing to stare at the coffered ceiling of the bedroom as tears continue to pour freely. There is a moment, then another, and you realize he’s staring at you so you finally turn to meet his gaze and oh, what you see there makes you gasp. Those mismatched eyes you love so dearly regard you with such raw feeling a hiccup bubbles in your chest. Gently, he reaches up and with two fingers, brushes the hair out of your eyes, followed by your tears.

“I do not know why the Unholy Father has seen to bless me in my old age but cara…you are my greatest treasure. Dolcezza mia. The words do not do how I feel justice but I will say them all the same. Ti amo.”

When you were watching siblings of sin grind on each other to the tacky thump of club music earlier that evening you had never anticipated this is how your night would end. You’ll pay for it tomorrow - you both will - your body bruised and used and his knees and back aching. No matter, you think as you curl your body into his, hand carding idly through the dark hair on his chest. Anything would be worth this.

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her-satanic-wiles · 6 months

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October 27th

Double Penetration In Two Holes, Papa Emeritus III, Dracopia x GN!Reader

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Words: 6.3k.

Warnings: Double penetration in two holes; bisexual Terzo and Copia; mild olfactophilia; fellatio; spit as lube; anal sex; public sex; sex in a chapel; loss of virginity; voyeurism; fingering; degradation kink; praise kink; multiple orgasms; spanking; cum eating; finger sucking; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; piv sex; GN!Reader; throat-fucking; minor blood play;

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!! Terzo and Copia are not related in this fic !!

🔞 MDNI 🔞

In the hush of the night, the chapel stood as a silent sentinel, its ancient stones cloaked in the silver glow of the moonlight. The air inside was still, carrying a sense of reverence that hung heavy in the dimly lit space. Stained glass windows, adorned with intricate designs of Satanic saints and demons, cast their vivid colors onto the cold, polished stone floor. Each pane was a jewel of “evil” history, its hues now muted by the darkness but still whispering tales of faith and devotion in the bright light of the moon.

Cardinal Terzo, unable to sleep found himself, barefaced, chested and footed wandering down to the peaceful place to gather himself and calm his racing mind. Candelabra clutched in his thick fingers so as to not disturb his superiors; the slaps of his feet hitting the stone as he entered the chapel echoing throughout the ancient walls. He stood still, silent for a moment, eyes darting around the nave as his ears picked up something he never expected to. Wracked sobbing, faint but audible, was coming from somewhere nearby.

Terzo, slowly, made his way up the aisle, looking in the darkness for the source of the anguish, heart pounding in his chest in fear - he didn’t know what, or who he would find. As he approached the crossing, a dark figure came into view. A male, slender, dressed in black and hunched over. He was sat on his knees, with his head in his hands, sobbing into the palm of his hands, brunette hair a mess from the tugging he’d subjected it to no doubt in whatever stress he had felt in that moment. Terzo got a peak at the nose, the strong, rather large appendage he’d grown accustomed to seeing around the Ministry since his teenage years some two decades ago. This was none other than Brother Copia, the lanky, weedy young boy who had been raised here since birth now a 21-year-old Sibling of Sin who showed great potential. He was bent on the chapel floor, red from the stained glass window reflecting off his body in an artistic fashion. And, given the pain of his sobs, no doubt his heart had shattered like one of those very windows.

“Brother Copia?” Terzo gently called out to him, a safe distance away but his gentle, concerned voice amplified by the Gothic dome in the centre of the crossing.

Copia’s head snapped up towards Terzo, his eyes red and puffy from the tears but his irises now the colour of blood. His ears, Terzo had finally noticed, were longer than usual and much more pointed, like an elf. In that moment, it had become apparent to Terzo what had occurred here on this night.

“C-Cardinal,” Copia sobbed, hand flying to his chest where Terzo had scared him, “I didn’t hear you… you startled me.”

“My apologies, it wasn’t my intention. Why are you crying?”

“I ache… everywhere. I’m tired; exhausted, even. I’m starving but no amount of food I eat even begins to hit the right spots. I was down in the kitchens just trying to get food but the siblings were looking at me as if… as if…” Copia sobbed again, much louder this time. “I was a monster!”

Terzo had only read books on this growing up, had only heard stories from decades prior. Never had he come across this in real life, nor had anyone that he knew. Somehow Copia had ingested vampiric blood and in the time between then and now, he’d died and been reborn as a vampire; one of Satan’s darkest soldiers. And the worst part of it all was, Copia had no idea about any of it. He had no idea what he had become was, indeed, the monster the kitchen Siblings had feared, but it was by no means a bad thing. This sweet, awkward young man, who instilled feelings of pity and irritation was now one of the most important members in the Dark One’s fight against the oppressive forces that plagued their world - and no one had prepared him for it.

“What is wrong with me?” Copia asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Fear was in his eyes, prominent in his shaking hands and wobbling speech. He was scared of himself - or maybe deep down he’d already understood what he was capable of.

“Brother, I think there is something you should know.” Terzo began recounting everything he learned as a child, sitting beside the lost Sibling as he told tales of immortality, and the Devil’s hand touching those He wished to bless with the gifts of life and death. Copia, once a mere, male mortal capable only of dying, could play God, could choose whoever he wished to join him in undeath, and create his own children using his blood, now still around his dead heart.

Copia didn’t believe the Cardinal at first - who would? There were times when his own Satanic faith wavered and he found himself doubting the power of the Olde One. If he didn’t even believe in his own father in Hell, how could he believe these old wives’ tales of night stalkers and blood drinkers? It wasn’t until Terzo reached into Copia’s mouth and sliced his index finger on his canine teeth that Copia began to believe these stories were true.

The way his nose twitched at the smell of Terzo’s blood; at first inhalation, the dominant note is one of iron—a metallic tang that is inherent to blood itself. The metallic undertone carried with it the essence of life, a reminder that within this crimson fluid lies the very sustenance that nourishes the body and fuels existence.

Yet, beneath the metallic foundation, there was a subtle and alluring note of coffee. It was as if Terzo’s blood had absorbed the essence of freshly ground coffee beans, the aroma of a rich and robust brew that invigorated the senses. The coffee note was warm and inviting, conjuring images of early morning rituals and the comfort of a steaming mug in hand. Warm and inviting, the perfect two words that could sum up the Cardinal and how he had always made young Copia feel.

These two scents had Copia’s stomach growling as if there was still life inside him. The way saliva pooled in his mouth at the sight of Terzo’s blood pouring down his finger and pooling in his palm. Copia had no idea his body was reacting, that he was turning to face the Cardinal, crimson eyes now glowing with the need to quench his thirst. That his mouth was drawing ever closer to Terzo’s palm. That his lips were parting enough to expose his fangs.

Terzo, in an effort to escape and not get blood everywhere, tried sliding backwards, dragging his ass along the stone. But the force of Copia’s body landed on him, pushing him backwards and forcing him to lie flat on the floor, Copia crawling on top of him to reach the blooded hand that was now extended above his head.

Somewhere in the struggle, humanity returned to Copia and he suddenly realised what he was doing. He was going to back away, apologise profusely for his behaviour and beg for forgiveness. But he was aware of Terzo beneath him, of the Cardinal’s legs spreading ever wider and allowing Copia to settle nicely in between them. His brain, one of the few organs that survived the change, recognised this moment as intimate… sacred… sexual. His still blood warmed in preparation and began to travel down to a very familiar appendage, filling him up nicely underneath the looseness of his tunic. With the closeness of their bodies, there was no way Terzo was unable to feel the hardness of Copia’s cock.

Terzo, like Copia, wasn’t thinking. He should have let Copia get off him and walk away. He should have fought harder for his life and allowed Copia to leave before things took a turn for the worse. But Terzo’s brain was also aware of the position he was in, how he was trapped underneath a fledgling vampire who barely had control of his own fangs. He was also aware that there was only two items of clothing separating his fluttering hole from Copia’s deliciously thick and hard cock. That thought was what clouded Terzo’s judgment, and had his clean hand wrap around Copia’s neck and pull him down.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, mostly awkward with tongues and teeth smashing against each other until a rhythm was found that was pleasurable for both. Copia’s one hand kept him propped above his superior, while the other made its way to Terzo’s thick waist and pinned him down desperately, despite the fact that Terzo had no intention of going anywhere.

Terzo was the first to break the kiss, reaching up slightly and attaching his lips to Copia’s neck causing Copia’s hips to buck forward and rub his cock against Terzo’s. Both groaned at the sensation. “Th-this is wrong.” Copia said. “We should s-stop. I might k-kill you.”

Cardinal Terzo pulled away and looked directly into Copia’s eyes. “I can’t think of a better way to go, no?”

Copia chuckled and rested his forehead against Terzo’s bare and hairy chest. “Cardinal!” He grumbled, trying to pretend he wasn’t amused.

“Look at me.” Terzo ordered. He waited until Copia obeyed and looked into his mismatched eyes. “I trust you.”

“But I’ve never… You would be… my first.”

“First… meal? Of course.”

“First time. Wait meal?”

“You are a virgin!?”

“Hold on,” Copia pulled back, “I feel like we’re not on the same page here.”

“I would be your first meal and your first fuck? What contract do we have to sign? Get inside me already.”

“Cardinal.”

Terzo sat up and took Copia’s head in his clean hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Sì.”

“I trust you. Now,” he patted the pew they were sat in front of, “pull up a pew. Get comfortable.”

Copia sat on the seat with his legs spread and watched as his superior awkwardly walked on his knees towards him, settling in between his thighs. With his clean hand, Terzo began lifting Copia’s tunic and once Copia got the hint, he helped, taking it off entirely and throwing it somewhere in the chapel leaving him naked and vulnerable to Terzo’s whim. His cock, thick and hard now, rested on his stomach, leaking precum and waiting for Terzo’s… well, something. Copia wasn’t sure what Terzo would do to him.

Terzo removed his sweatpants, revealing his own cock to Copia, which became the second part of his body that Copia drooled over. When Terzo got back onto his knees, he wasted no further time, spitting directly onto Copia’s cock and taking him into his mouth.

Copia gasped at the foreign feeling, unable to fathom the sheer pleasure he was feeling. He had touched himself, of course. He spent most of his late teenage years exploring his own body, but his own hand never compared to this. To the sloppy feeling of Terzo’s mouth dragging up and down his shaft; to the way Terzo’s tongue took care at the tip of his cock, and played with his frenulum. How had Copia gone this long not putting his cock down people’s throats? How had he spent as long as he had not partaking in carnal lust as was required of him by Satanic law?

“Oh, Sathanas!” Copia exclaimed. Terzo had hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction on Copia’s cock, intensifying the feeling. At the same time, he pushed down so his nose was flush with Copia’s pubic mound and the tip of his cock was down Terzo’s throat. Copia’s hands flew to Terzo’s black hair and grasped on as tightly as he could, trying to keep himself grounded, but it was unsuccessful. His head flew back and his throat released a shout, so loud it echoed against the walls and could have drawn attention to the chapel had this been a different hour.

Terzo pulled off with a pop. “I know my mouth feels incredible, but you do need to be quiet. Unless you want to be caught?”

“I’m sorry, Cardinal. I couldn’t help it.”

Terzo smiled, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face clearly proud of his work. He bent down and went to take Copia into his mouth again, but Copia’s hand stopped him. “Please, don’t. I’ll cum if you do and I don’t want to. Not yet.”

Terzo laughed and stood. “Ah, virgins. Three minutes and they’re done.” He straddled Copia’s lap. “We’ll have to work up your stamina, sì? Keep you nice and hard for all the Siblings you’re going to fuck in your future.”

Terzo lined Copia’s cock up with his ass. “Wait!” Copia said. “Don’t we need lube?”

“That is why I slobbered all over your cock, my sweet boy. You’re also,” he began to sank down on Copia’s cock, “lucky I am a seasoned slut.” Copia’s hands flew to Terzo’s hips and gripped on, sinking his nails into the flesh. Terzo wasn’t gentle with his movements, bottoming out immediately. “I got railed by Cardinal Secondo’s Ghoul this very evening after his duties were finished. Though, I must say,” Terzo grunted, “you are much thicker than he is.”

“Cardinal,” Copia leaned up and kissed Terzo deeply, “please stop talking.”

Terzo laughed but nodded, allowing Copia the mental relief of his blabbering so he could focus on not cumming instantly. Little did Terzo know, it was already a mental struggle for Copia to just be this close to him, especially with the scent of Terzo’s blood still strongly wafting throughout the room and directly up his nostrils. The coffee smell and the feeling of being balls deep inside Terzo had Copia’s head reeling. It was almost too much for the poor boy. He was unbelievably hungry and now he was achingly hard and trying not to cum, he was losing his virginity while also mourning the loss of his life. So many thoughts in that little brain of his, so much to think about, but all quietened by the fact that there was a Cardinal ready and waiting to bounce on his cock when he gave the go ahead, tightening his walls every so often as if he were trying to drive the poor vampire mad.

“Are you ready, my little bat?”

Copia swallowed hard and nodded, nerves getting the better of him.

Terzo tentatively bounced, and tried not to laugh at the face Copia pulled at the feeling of it. He bounced a few more times, slowly, making sure that Copia was doing well enough before he picked up the pace. His hands holding onto Copia’s shoulders for leverage, well aware that his dried blood was now touching Copia’s skin and exceptionally close to his mouth. He saw Copia’s nose twitching as he smelled it, but Terzo said he trusted Copia and he meant it.

“Sathanas!” Terzo moaned softly.

Desperate moans were spilling frantically from Copia’s lips in time with each movement of Terzo’s hips.

Terzo bent down to kiss Copia once more, before uttering, “Touch me.”

Copia swallowed once more and nodded, moving his large hand down to Terzo’s cock and began stroking it as if it were his own. Terzo, already sensitive from his previous escapades, was on the verge of cumming himself, he just needed that extra push. And the feeling of Copia’s hand wrapped around his cock was the push he so desperately needed.

“I’m cumming.” He announced, and then moments later began spilling his seed onto Copia’s stomach, his mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ and his eyes watching the way his cum gathered on Copia’s skin.

Copia, now almost at his climax, pulled Terzo down and kissed his neck at the most sensitive spot before sinking his teeth into Terzo’s neck and feeding from him for the first time.

Terzo’s blood smelled sweeter than before, almost like a toffee nut latte. It could have tasted like it too had it not been for the metallic undertones. Copia released a deep and gutteral groan at the first lick of Terzo’s blood, and pulled his body closer and closer as he took his fill, all the while Terzo was lazily stroking his own cock to oversensitivity. When Copia was full, or close to it without hurting Terzo, he pulled away and thrust into Terzo’s ass several times before cumming deep inside it, watching as the blood from the open wound cascaded down his neck, across his chest and fell onto Copia’s body, dripping and mixing with what was left of Terzo’s cum.

For a while, all that could be heard in the chapel was their heavy breathing as they recovered from their short, but sweet encounter, Terzo dizzy from the loss of blood but alive. Copia did everything he could to stop the bleeding, and was successful eventually. But Terzo had lost a significant amount and it would take him a while to recover.

That night, he was able to guilt trip Copia into carrying him back to his room, and Copia watched as Terzo slept after Terzo’s quick, replenishing meal, making sure that Terzo was, in fact, okay and he didn’t take too much of his blood. That was the scariest first night as a vampire for Copia, terrified he’d killed one of the few people to show him kindness at the Ministry. But when Terzo’s eyes opened the next morning, Copia could breathe a sigh of relief.

As the years had marched on and the weight of time settled upon his shoulders, Papa Emeritus III often found himself drifting back to the vibrant tapestry of his youth, like an old, cherished book whose pages he couldn’t help but reopen. He often thought back to the night in the chapel and how it felt to be woven within Copia’s life so imperatively as he was. How he still wore the 30-year-old bite scars on his neck with the utmost pride, a badge of honour representing the baby bat’s first successful feed.

There had been casualties throughout the years, Copia’s lack of confidence triggered a particularly rough dry spell for the vampire where he refused to drink another drop from a living being again, which ended up doing more harm than good, especially when there was a raging, bloodthirsty vampire on the loose around the Ministry. He was able to reign it in as he got older, of course, and he grew into his abilities both vampiric and sexual.

It had been so long since the last time they touched each other; after the night in the chapel they would sneak off to that very room regularly for a quick fuck and feeding. But one day, presumably after Copia became Cardinal their meetings just stopped. Copia’s dark, yet intoxicating aura kept drawing other members of the Clergy in and Copia was enjoying his meals from various playthings, a harem if Terzo was being honest. Terzo’s own Cardinal duties meant their schedules never aligned and so the two drifted apart. But there were times when Terzo would be bouncing on a cock where he would allow his mind to drift off to that night, and remember how it felt to take many of Copia’s firsts. Terzo was sure he would never relive that night.

Yet, in the hush of the night, the chapel stood once more as a silent sentinel, glowing silver in the moonlight. The air inside retained a palpable sense of reverence, just as it had in ages past. The very same stained glass windows, adorned with intricate designs of celestial angels and unholy saints, cast their vivid colors onto the cold, polished stone floor.

Papa Terzo, troubled and restless, found himself in this sacred haven once again. Barefaced, chest exposed, and feet clad only in the softest of slippers, he had ventured here to seek solace and tranquility, just as countless others had before him in days of old. Clutching a candelabrum in his sturdy hand, he moved with deliberate care, ensuring not to disturb the tranquility of the sanctified space. The echo of his footsteps reverberated through the ancient walls as he entered the chapel, standing motionless for a moment, his vigilant eyes scanning the nave, and leaving the candelabrum by the door. It was in that timeless silence that he heard something he had never anticipated.

It wasn’t sobs he heard echoing off the ancient walls this time; not sounds of anguish and despair; he couldn’t taste the fear and woe that he could thirty years prior. He smelled sex, he heard the breathless moans of two enthralled in the most cardinal of sins. He saw Cardinal Copia’s bare back, brunette hair messy atop his head and pale white skin littered with dark scratches. In his lap on the pew, he saw you, the prettiest of all the young things gracing Copia’s harem, straddling the Dark Cardinal with your eyes closed and your face contorted with such pleasure. You had no idea your Papa was there in the nave, watching you both with morbid fascination as you rode Copia’s long, slender fingers.

He knew how it felt to be Copia at that moment, knowing firsthand how good your tight, wet cunt felt. You were, as it happened, his favourite plaything. His most obedient, good, little slut who always promised him that your cunt was his to play with. Though he never actually believed it, he just found it amusing to see you so pliant and willing for another man when you always seemed so shy. He wondered how many others you gave yourself to, how many others you’d lied to so that you could reach orgasm. What a truly, devious, desperate little whore you were.

“I remember when you used to do that to me, Cardinal.” Terzo announced, making you jump and your eyes snap open to look at him.

Both Terzo and Copia laughed at you.

“I borrowed your whore, I hope that’s okay.” Copia said. He didn’t care if it wasn’t okay, he always took whom he wanted and challenged anyone to challenge him. He could be a dick sometimes, that was part of the reason he had so many people fawning over him.

“Papa-” You reached for Terzo, your body weak and exhausted. Your voice was hoarse, no doubt from where Copia had had you screaming for him before Terzo had got there. Terzo recognised the sounds, and knew from your reactions that you’d cum multiple times already. And judging by how pristine your body looked, Copia hadn’t had his fill of you; rather, he enjoyed watching you beg for mercy.

Terzo gave you his hand and moved towards you both, kissing the back of your hand and stroking your hair gently. “How many times have you made them cum?”

“Two. Working on the third.”

Terzo tutted. “Were you never taught to not play with your food? Or in this case, torture it.” Though he was talking about you, he was looking at you, revelling in the way your face showcased your ruin.

“Of course, Papa. But,” Copia moved his free hand to your ass cheek, “I want this one sweeter than a fucking peach.” He slapped your bare ass, hard, and had you yelping out and tightening around Copia’s fingers. He bent down to bite your hip - not hard enough to puncture and draw blood, but hard enough for you to feel it.

Terzo feigned sympathy and finally addressed you. “Oh, tesoro. Is he torturing you?”

“Papa, please!” You were begging him, clutching onto his hand and staring up at his bare face in desperation. But you didn’t even know what you were begging for.

“You want your Papa to help you, è corretto?”

“Please!”

He moved his hand from your hair to your face and tenderly stroked it. “Do you think you deserve help when you lied to your Papa?”

Copia gasped. “They lied to Papa?”

“They did. They told me that sweet, little cunt of theirs belonged to me. Yet here they are allowing another man’s fingers inside of them.”

“Oh mi povero Papa! You should have heard how they were begging for my cock earlier.”

“Well this just won’t do, will it, Cardinal?”

“No it won’t.”

Your desperate voice sounded as your hips bucked faster and faster against Copia’s fingers. “Cardinal, I’m so close, please!”

“They want to cum, Papa. Should we let them?”

“Well, seeing as they’re so desperate to orgasm, I think we should.”

You came for the third time on Copia’s fingers, clenching around him so tightly he found it difficult to move them. Instead, he had to focus on your clit to keep you overstimulated and brain dead as you came for him, for them both. Both of their eyes were trained on you, focussed on how your face contorted again, how your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and how you tried, but failed, you keep your voice low.

Copia pulled his fingers out of you and raised them to Terzo’s mouth, and he sucked them in willingly, hollowing his mouth around the digits and fervently licking every drop of your cum off Copia’s skin. He groaned at the taste, and only pulled away when he had deemed them acceptably clean.

“Are they ready for your cock now, Cardinal?” Terzo asked.

Copia nodded, “They are. And I’m ready for yours.”

As you sank down onto Copia’s cock, his thickness stretching your wet walls beyond comprehension, you watched Terzo pull his sweatpants down and off completely, to reveal his achingly hard cock to the coolness of the room. Your hands rested on Copia’s shoulders for purchase as you began bouncing, setting a slow pace to begin with and allowing your little whimpers to echo throughout the chapel. Copia tipped his head back, his neck exposed to you and resting on the back of the pew, his mouth open and waiting. Terzo, eyes focussed on you, began feeding his cock down Copia’s throat, inch by inch until he was fully seated down his throat. You watched Copia’s slim neck expand to accomodate Terzo’s length, and clenched when Terzo let out a deep groan formed at the pit of his stomach.

“Just like that, Cardinal.”

With each of your bounces, you jolted Copia’s body which in turn had him move against Terzo’s cock, only a little though. It was for that reason Terzo moved his hips and began to fuck Copia’s throat. Slowly at first, he didn’t want to hurt Copia, but eventually his need was too great and he found himself thrusting harder and harder. His body leaned forward, and was supported by two of his hands on the back of the pew and one of his feet, the toes curling around the bench to give him leverage to thrust. This position allowed him to, when you leaned forward too, get right up into your face and pepper you with sweet kisses. “How does the Cardinal feel, tesoro?” He asked.

“He’s s-so big. So deep!”

“Where can you feel him?”

“I-in my stomach.”

A muffled growl could be heard from between you, Copia’s voice reacting to your words. That growl vibrated around Terzo’s cock, which pulled another moan from his throat. The good thing about vampires, both Terzo and Copia had discovered during their youthful escapades, was that they didn’t need to breathe, which meant that Terzo didn’t have to do the courteous pull-out.

Terzo removed one of his hands from the pew and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss. Your face, red and sticky from sweat, too irresistible. Terzo needed your lips on his, and he needed them immediately. Though when he pulled away, he gripped onto your hand and brought your fingers to his lips. Like he did with Copia’s fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, the action entrancing you like a witch’s spell.

This time, however, your fingers were getting sloppier and sloppier each second they were in his mouth, and eventually, he released them with a pop. “Open your asshole for me, tesoro. Get yourself nice and stretched.”

You did as you were told, taking your now lubricated fingers and stretching yourself out to fit Terzo’s cock. Copia, now registering that your mind was preoccupied, held your hips still and began to thrust into you at a rough pace from beneath, getting his pleasures while you were preparing for your Papa.

Terzo, at this point, had moved back to almost his original position, except the hand that was on your neck had begun resting on Copia’s, squeezing his esophagus and making that hole so much tighter around his cock. “Cazzo!” Terzo shouted. “This throat takes me just as well as I remember, no?”

Copia grunted in response.

“Always so willing for my cock, Cardinal. Always took what I gave so willingly.”

Copia’s hips slammed into you harder at the memory, his cock hitting against your cervix every time and forcing loud, uncontrollable screams out of you.

Terzo gasped, as if something had shocked him, and pulled out of Copia’s throat completely, sitting down on the pew behind him and catching his breath. “Fuck, that was too close.”

“Losing your stamina, old man.” Copia taunted, his voice deep and gravelly from the exertion. His smile exposed his fangs, and his tongue ran over them, teasing Terzo. His Cardinal makeup, the black eyes and upper lip, was completely ruined by Terzo’s efforts. The tears that Copia had cried while Terzo was deep in his throat had rubbed off in a perfect tear line down the sides of his face, and the lipstick he wore had disappeared completely, replaced by pale pink, swollen lips. A particular thrust inside your cunt, however, had the Cardinal pulling his head off the pew and looking at you, mouth wide open and brows furrowed in animalistic pleasure. “This fucking cunt!” He yelled, continuing to slam into you at such a rate that stole your breath.

“Now you see why I keep fucking them.”

“I might have to steal them from you - make them my own.”

“We share them.” Terzo stood and walked around the pews, settling himself behind you. One of his hands went to your waist, just above Copia’s, while the other went to your hair and pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck. He began to kiss up and down that sensitive spot, both men ignoring your overwhelmed cries and using you for their own pleasures and agendas. You saw the possessive look in Copia’s eyes as he watched Terzo kiss right on that sweet spot on your neck, the very spot Copia was going to feed from. Unbeknownst to you, Terzo was also staring at Copia as he was taunting him, living for riling the vampire up and thoroughly enjoying what it was doing to you. “We share them.” Terzo said once more.

“We share them.” Copia repeated through gritted teeth.

“I’m r-ready, Papa!” You screamed as Copia maintained his speed and intensity. This only slowed when Terzo ordered him to.

You heard Terzo spit on his cock to re-lubricate himself, give himself a quick tug, before he started pushing into your ass.

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Terzo entered you. He was gentle, of course, Terzo usually was at first. But with Copia’s thick cock already buried so deep inside you, it was more than difficult accommodating them both at the exact same time. “Almost there, tesoro.” Terzo said, kissing your shoulders to comfort you. “You’re doing so good for me. Taking us both so well.”

Copia’s eyes and hands were now roaming all over your body hungrily, feeling the life rush through you as your heart pumped faster with adrenaline. He could smell the spike in your blood, the extra sweetness released by the three orgasms he’d already given you. Copia’s sensitive senses detected a multifaceted aroma from the scent of your blood. Initially, it was a delicate floral fragrance, reminiscent of rare blossoms that only thrived under the full moon, creating an ethereal and intoxicating essence. Underlying this was an earthy, grounding note, evoking ancient forests and damp soil. Deeper still, there was a subtle, forbidden sweetness, like condensed nectar from countless flowers, tempting yet taboo. Lastly, a comforting warmth permeated, suggesting hearth and home, sparking a longing for connection beyond Copia’s immortal existence. In the end, the scent of your blood was akin to the finest aged wine, a treasured and savored rarity.

And Terzo, after all those years apart, still smelled exactly like coffee.

“Are you ready, tesoro?” Terzo asked with one final kiss to your shoulder.

“Yes, Papa.”

“What do you want, dolcezza?” Copia asked.

“You.”

“Who?”

“Both of you.”

Terzo smiled, “you have us.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish.” Copia said.

They both began thrusting, picking up a pace easily. This, of course, wasn’t the first time they’d shared a sibling more than willing to whore themselves out for the pair of them, and this wouldn’t be the last. They both fell into a perfect rhythm, only thrusting in when the other had pulled out, and maintained this even as their speeds picked up. Copia was slouched on the pew, allowing him more leverage to fuck into you, but Terzo was immediately behind you. His skin touched yours. He was so close, you could hear his grunts and whimpers directly into your ear.

“Look at you,” Copia began, his voice low and strained, “taking us both like a fucking whore.”

“Merda!” Terzo exclaimed. “Cardinal, that filthy mouth of yours. Be kinder to our tesoro.” Those ‘filthy words’ though, had both of your holes fluttering around them, and even got into Terzo’s head. He got off on the fact that you got off to being abused in such a manner, thoroughly enjoying your tightening ass.

“They want kind? Fine.” Copia’s hand moved down to your clit and he started to lazily play with it using his thumb, causing you to cry out once more.

“They love it when you play with their clit, Cardinal.”

“So good for us, aren’t you, dolcezza?”

When you didn’t reply, they laughed.

“Poor little thing, so cock drunk and brain dead.” Copia said, feigning sympathy. “I think we’ve ruined them.”

“I guess they want us to stop.”

“No!” You screamed. “Don’t stop - please don’t stop! F-feels so fucking good. I love your cocks!”

“Which is better?” Copia asked.

Your eyes widened, fully comprehending the question. “I c-can’t choose.”

Terzo, “You have to, or you won’t cum.”

Copia, “We’ll pull out and leave you like this.”

You, “No, please! I can’t decide. I want them both. I need them both! Fuck, I’m so close, please!”

Copia, “You want us to share you, eh? You want us to keep fucking you like this?”

You, “Yes!”

Terzo, “You want to hang off our dicks like this whenever we want to use you?”

You, “Yes! Fuck! Please, please, please!”

Copia, “Aw. Papa, since they asked so nicely…”

Terzo, “Cum, tesoro. Cum for us.”

You came hard, stilling against them and grabbing onto any limb you could possible grab onto. Your head fell back against Terzo’s shoulder, exposing your beautiful neck to Copia, who, while you were in the midst of your orgasm, had leaned forward and sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking your blood down his throat. The first bite of you, the taste of your blood had him cumming deep inside you, hitting your cervix at the final thrust and painting your walls white with his seed. The tightness of your ass from the orgasm and the eroticism of watching Copia devour you, had Terzo’s cock twitching and cumming into your hole, also gripping onto whatever part of your body he could find and burying his face in your shoulder. He had to restrain himself from biting you, too, knowing that it would hurt you more coming from him than the vampire attached to your neck.

From the exhilaration of the whole event, you passed out cold. After your orgasm, you don’t remember a thing, except when you woke up, you had a pounding headache and your bottom half ached deliciously. You opened your eyes, only to be met with the almost total darkness of Terzo’s bedroom, and no doubt, Terzo lying behind you, his arm over your waist protectively as his sleeping frame held you close to him. As your eyes opened further, you saw Copia sat on the armchair in the corner of the room, a book in his hand. But his attention was on you now that he knew you were awake.

“Good morning, dolcezza.” He said. He placed the book down and walked over to the bed, lying down in front of you and scooching up to press his body close to yours. He placed his arm over your naked waist where Terzo’s body hadn’t claimed. As you moved your neck to watch him, you felt a twinge of pain as though it were bruised at Copia’s bite. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” You replied, honestly.

“Mi dispiace, amore mio. It seems I overdid it last night. I took a little too much blood than I ought to.” He kissed your forehead. “Can you forgive me?”

“Nothing to forgive, Cardinal.” You yawned. “Just a mistake, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then nothing to forgive. Forget about it.”

“You need to rest more, dolcezza. When you wake up, Papa will order his Ghouls to get you some breakfast.”

“Will you sleep here with us?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes… please.”

Copia smiled at your adorableness. “Then, sleep here I shall. Good night, little one.”

“Good morning, Cardinal.”

And sandwiched in between Papa and the Cardinal, you drifted back off to sleep.

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sister-juniper · 6 months

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Reciprocated Feelings (Terzo x GN Reader)

⋆˙⟡ Fluff with some sexual references ✮⋆˙

Summary: You and Terzo are friends with benefits, but you had developed romantic feelings. Unbeknownst to you, Terzo feels the same.

☆ Word Count: 1446 ☆

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You and Papa Terzo had been fooling around for quite some time, a few months to be exact.

It all began during one of his sermons, you were sitting in the front row, right in Terzo's line of sight. He noticed you gazing lustfully at him. You see, Terzo had a knack for being able to read people, especially through their eyes. He could tell the intention behind that look you gave him by simply studying your eyes for a few seconds.

In return, he shot you the same stare, which caught you off guard. The entire rest of that sermon was spent with you getting more and more desperate, while you and Terzo practically eye-fucked each other.

An hour after all of that began, the sermon ended, and the entirety of the congregation filed out of the main hall and into the dining hall. You however, chose to stick around a few extra minutes. This proved to be a great decision, as Terzo did the exact same. As soon as the two of you were given some space, he was able to whisk you away to the privacy of his quarters. That was the first time of many when you two did anything.

From the start, your relationship had been strictly sexual and platonic. No romance or exclusivity involved. One would message the other when in need of some sexual favors, and the other would show up at the other's room a few minutes later. You two would do it, and then part ways once again.

Of course, Terzo had others, he was Papa Emeritus of course. You were not the only one he lusted after, and you knew this. You played along with his act, you acted okay with it, and you hid how you felt internally. You would rather have him like this than not have him at all.

You tried to give the impression to him that you had others as well. You didn't want to look too "needy". In reality, nobody else really interested you in that manner like Terzo did. The only person who you wanted to touch you was him. You didn't care to invite any other siblings or ghouls into your bed. Your body would only enjoy the touch of Terzo.

He knew how to please you, he could play your body like a game of chess, but most importantly, he was the one you fancied. He was your type.

Each time the two of you finished doing it, after you parted ways, you wondered what it would be like if he stayed just a bit longer. If he stayed to coax you to sleep, run his fingers through your hair, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You began to crave that, but still, that never happened.

At first, you brushed your feelings to the side. You ignored your heart gnawing at you. After all, there wasn't much you could do or say. You felt like Terzo was the one calling the shots, and you were just another sibling of sin.

But after a few months of this, it was getting too intense. Every single time the two of you did things, you held back so hard from letting an "I love you" slip out of your mouth. Every single time, you could barely save yourself from asking "could you stay a little while longer?" as Terzo was putting his shoes on to leave.

You began to realize what you felt would eventually slip out. It got harder and harder to hide it each time. It was only a matter of time before the confession left your lips.

You decided to put together a plan, a plan to ask him out on a date. You decided you would rather risk losing the sexual encounters, instead of just continuing on like this. You couldn't do it anymore.

Your plan was fairly simple, but also quite cute. You would go to a flower shop, buy a bouquet of purple lilac flowers, and show up at his office to ask. You knew Terzo would love those flowers, as he usually kept a vase of them on his desk. You were only about 50% sure of this actually working in your favor, but you chose to go along with it anyways.

The next morning, you went to your usual services, did your daily chores, and then when you finally had a few hours of free time, you took the bus down to the flower shop.

Something that you thought was odd however, was Terzo's absence during the daily sermon. Instead, it was his younger brother, Cardinal Copia, who took over. It made you a bit anxious, but you chose to shrug it off as him just being busy with something.

You bought the flowers, and got back on the bus with a sense of hopefulness. Maybe this would work out, you prayed to Satan that it would. Still, you had to be realistic, and were also mentally preparing yourself for the worst to happen.

You arrived back at the Ministry, and rushed upstairs to your room to do a few things first. You had to be quick, as dinner time is soon, and Terzo would not be in his office during that time. You made it to your room, applied a bit of makeup, sprayed on some of your best perfume, fixed your habit a little bit, and then you were ready to go.

You took a deep breath, clutched the flowers in your hands, and started walking down the corridor to Terzo's office. Quickly, of course.

You had turned the final corner to his office, when you suddenly collided with something. You panicked and reached down to pick up the flowers, before looking up and realizing who you just bumped into. It was Terzo.

He too was picking up a bouquet of flowers off of the floor, black dahlias, and looked a little flustered.

"O-oh hi Terzo. Im so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going"

You stared at him, wide-eyed, feeling the blush began to creep onto your cheeks. This is not how you wanted this to go, and why did he have flowers too?

"Ah tesoro, it is okay. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Terzo said, seemingly equally as flustered.

"Oh uh..." you searched your brain for some sort of excuse, any kind of excuse, but you couldn't think of any. What other excuse would there be to you rushing in the direction of his office holding his favorite flowers? "I was coming to see you."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to respond. He looked at you, then the flowers, then back at you again.

"Coming to see me? With that beautiful bouquet?"

You nodded and looked away with embarrassment.

"Well uh, actually tesoro, I was headed to do the same."

You looked back up at him and studied his face. He had a small smile, and you could see a little blush under his paints, and wait a minute... he was holding black dahlias. Your favorite flowers.

"W-wait... you were coming to give me those?" You questioned as you pointed to the bouquet.

He nodded "Sí, and you were coming to give me those?" he questioned while pointing to the flowers you held.

You nodded. "I actually got these for a reason you know..." you said as you trailed off

"What reason is that, cara mia?"

"I wanted to ask you on a date."

Terzo smiled warmly and stepped a little closer. "I was coming to do the exact same thing."

You looked at him in bewilderment. "You were??"

"Sí, that is why I wasn't at the sermon this morning. I was out buying these" He said in reference to the flowers

You smiled a wide smile as he handed you the beautiful arrangement of flowers. You took it from him, and handed him the purple lilac's in return.

"How did you know black dahlia's are my favorite?"

"I took a guess, I saw them in your room. How did you know I like purple lilacs?"

"I also saw them in your room" You said with a giggle

"Ah well, we are both quite observant aren't we?"

You nodded with a smile and a small "mhm"

"Well... what do you say to that date tesoro? You free this Friday night?"

You perked up and nodded enthusiastically "Yes, I am free"

"Perfetta. I will pick you up from your room at 6 p.m."

"I will be ready"

Terzo smiles at you "I can't wait"

The two of you share a kiss and part ways. As soon as you get back to your room, you place the gorgeous bouquet in a vase full of water. Terzo does the same in his office. You can't believe that just happened, but you are overjoyed to say the least.

He feels the same as you do.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 6 months

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AS MY TREAT I WANT THE MOST SILLY, GOOFY AAA HCS OF THE PAPA'S.

Like idk Copia used to have to wear earplugs because Terzo snores so loudly it's literally obnoxious or something like that.

“aww my middle finger likes you”

❤︎ synopsis — this is pure bullshittery and crack in its finest form with the papas. they can be a little crazy at times

pairing: all papa emeritus’ x gn!reader (can be platonic or romantic)

theme: crack ✦ , fluff ✿ (if you squint)

a/n: this is a toast to my bestie for being an absolute chad. i was high making these, enjoy.

cw: terzo is a warning enough on his own. that’s it.

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➵ papa primo

he’s the oldest so he constantly has to deal with the shit from his psychopathic brothers

like— primo is basically THE mom friend, except he’s the mom for moe, larry and curly over here

(moe, larry and curly being secondo, terzo and copia)

he constantly had to hold back secondo from beating the shit out of terzo because terzo made fun of him for being bald

��I’M GONNA RIP OFF YOUR WEAVE—“ “SECONDO NO—“

bro unironically listens to weezer

like full out busting down a just dance move to this music

you once caught him dancing to it, and he stood there frozen like the man emoji

he told you to never speak of it again and you just nodded, trying to plague your mind of that horrendous image

primo cannot cook for shit too btw

you were once out and asked him to make something before you got home to the ministry

the minute you walked in the door, the kitchen stove was on fire and all of primo’s ghouls were running around and screaming in infernal about the fire

meanwhile, primo stood there not knowing what to do, looking like the man emoji AGAIN

it’s basically his trademark at this point

“…. primo what the absolute fuck—“ “it wasn’t me i swear.”

while primo’s ghouls were still learning english, he once said “fuck you” to you in a very sarcastic way

but the ghouls thought it was how humans said “hello” in english

so they went around to the other siblings of sin, and sister imperator saying “fuck you” to them while leaving all those poor people offended and dumbfounded

you smacked the back of his head after that and forced him to apologize to his ghouls and to the siblings of sin (plus imperator of course)

and he gave the ghouls extra scritches too

primo also has the dad sneeze

like he can send another universe to the next tomorrow with his goofy ass sneeze

he once sneezed so loud he scared copia and caused him to bang his head on the wall

it was kinda funny tbh

anyways yeah note to self stay 10000 feet away from primo if he’s on the verge of sneezing

it’ll save your life

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➵ papa secondo

secondo has two moods

“oh my satan you’re all so stupid i literally hate you all” and “tee hee i’m a girly girl”

like ??? what’s this guy on???

this guy has the sass of a high school history teacher

like secondo’s being so deadass about whatever he’s saying but he’s always fucking saying it like—

“c’mon now, you literally have the style of a hairless roach 💅”

it confuses you a lot of the time, really

secondo has his moments where he’s sweet, but for the most part he’s pulling up the middle finger to everyone he sees

it’s a habit

someone could say hi to him in the nicest way possible and he’ll just grumble and flip them off

it’s not even that he’s trying to be mean, it’s a habit (a very bad habit)

you once got tired of it and smacked his hand, when he flipped you off. so it’s safe to say he no longer does it

at least to you

secondo is an absolute menace to his brothers

with primo he’s chill because he’s the eldest, but with the younger two he’s got no chill

definitely made copia cry at some point during his younger years

he later got his ass chewed out by you and primo, because no one makes copia cry

secondo’s literally so bossy it’s kinda funny

he’s always one flip flop away from smacking someone every time someone pisses him off

him and terzo are BEEFING all the time

and it’s over the stupidest shit too

“you’re stupid.” “well, you’re face is stupid” “you’re both stupid, end of the discussion.”

you once switched out all of his skull face paint for a pink barbie pallet

so secondo was walking around lookin’ like hello kitty emeritus and everyone was trying so hard not to laugh

even his ghouls were struggling too

“… secondo—“ “not. another. word.”

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➵ papa terzo

bro’s the fuckin’ definition of fruity

you thought secondo was girly pop?? wait ‘till you see terzo, he’s fucking extravagant

will literally show up in the grocery store lookin’ like a character ripped straight from criminal minds

like— he has to make a show EVERYWHERE he goes. he likes to stand out

terzo is also the type of man to wear skirts and dresses because he knows he’s hot shit and he devours every fit he puts together

he shows off that waist frfr

“… terzo what the fuck—“ “shut up you know i’m sexy and i’m going to show it.”

if you wear skirts or dresses he’ll definitely ask to borrow them

he definitely passed down his fruitiness to copia

and to his ghouls

he scams kids on adopt me and has a good laugh every time because he likes to see people get mad at him since he stole their hella expensive pet from them

primo told him to quit it because what kind of satanic pope scams poor little children on a roblox game?

as stylish as terzo is, he cannot do his hair and makeup to save his life

he’ll usually ask you to do it for him wherever he has to perform or do public events, which is why his face paint is simple compared to secondo and primo

it gives you two bonding time though and it’s cute

he once watched the pinkie pie smile hd video and was traumatized for a few days

like he straight up locked himself in his room and would not come out unless you convinced him to do so

during an after party after a concert ritual, he got so wasted and almost kissed omega

like you had to PRY this man off of the poor ghoul, while omega stood there unaffected (hehe tall buff demon boy)

terzo is the shortest emeritus and none of his brothers will let him live it down

ESPECIALLY copia, since he’s younger than him

terzo almost kicked him in the nuts because of that

but that definitely was a stab to his already massive ego

you reassured him that there’s nothing wrong with his height even though you found some of the jokes his brothers made funny

live laugh love terzo

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➵ papa copia

copia doesn’t know what he’s doing half of the time

like he’s just given a mic and he just wings a performance while the ghouls on stage are fucking around and going absolutely feral

out of all the papas, copia legitimately treats his ghouls like his own kids

he feels like he’s getting more grey hairs every time he has to stop swiss from fucking his own guitar, or sodo and phantom from fighting about cheese sticks

you sometimes help copia do ghoul-sitting and it’s just chaos. you’re literally their second parent

copia and you = parent duo for the era iv ghouls

he unironically owns a lot of funko pops

and he keeps the one of himself on a special pedestal in a glass case for safe keeping

though secondo almost once knocked over the case and he was three seconds away from smiting a bitch

you once were looking for copia because you wanted to ask him something and you found him in a ritual room

except the ritual was that he surrounded himself with a bunch of rat plushies and he was on his knees in front of a picture of a rat with a tiny crown

you were so confused, and he refuses to acknowledge what that was

“…. copia i—“ “you didn’t see anything.”

he fucking washes himself with dish soap and laundry detergent

this man is going around smelling like dawn dish soap and it’s so weird

it’s not that it even smells bad??? it just smells so interesting and strong you swear you’re in a fever dream

copia is an avid mitski fan

definitely cried his eyes out like a little bitch when he first listened to “the land is inhospitable and so are we” because he couldn’t get over how sad “my love mine all mine was”

radiates theater kid energy

but like— the kind of theater kid that is just passionate about theater and is very giddy when people ask about it

when he started his first meeting as papa he got so nervous that he straight up started the meeting with the word “mushroom”

like it’s so random ??? but it made the ghouls and you giggle so it somewhat worked out ??

copia is a little silly

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fishwithtitz · 8 months

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Was It Worth It? (Cardinal Terzo x Reader)

Summary: Worth (n.) - the value equivalent to that of someone or something under consideration; the level at which someone or something deserves to be valued or rated.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Cardinal Terzo x AFAB reader / 6.2k words

Warnings: language, graphic description of piv sex, religious trauma, alcohol, poorly translated Italian, angst

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Part One: What Goes Up...

Sometimes, when the sun was low in the sky like this, and you could still feel the occasional pitter of droplets dispersing against your skin, you took the risk of abandoning your responsibilities and popping outside for the evening. It was peculiar how the salmon rays of the sun peeked through heavy, sodden clouds. The beams heated the water in the air and made it sticky and heavy. “Hot rain” your Granddad had called it. It reminded you of simplicity. Of home.

You stepped right outside the cloister on the farthest corner of the abbey to soak the weighted air and shafts of light inward as self-anointing. The grass was springy under your feet, verdant, and you lost track of your steps as you meandered out into the less-manicured side of the grounds towards the wooded border of the property’s boundaries.

It had been two years since you decided to join the order. Your family, long gone at the prospect of you choosing a life of sin and vulgarity, and your friends feigning happiness that slowly dripped away as time wore on and contact faded into simple memories. You didn’t mind it. If being a part of the ministry had taught you anything, it was that change was normal - healthy, even - and that embracing and adapting was necessary to find self-fulfillment and true absolution.

The first year as a Sister of Sin proved a heady challenge. With scripture and philosophy to study, on top of a laundry list of new procedures and rituals and ways of living to memorize, you had your hands full. There were some nights where sleep was truly a blessing from below and you started to understand the pull of addiction as you filled your coffee for what seemed like the umpteenth time at breakfast before starting your shift washing the ministry’s linens.

Uncertainty and impulsivity had inspired you to join. Desperation had encouraged you to stay. Like a mid-life crisis happening 20 years too soon, you clung to any open window to find purpose and opportunity. You longed for a defined path outlined in thick black marker on a map with an ‘x marks the spot’.

It wasn’t until a year and a half into your tenure as a Sister of Sin, fresh out of novitiate, that you met a young Cardinal Terzo (as he liked to be called) and your outlook on this new life began to shift. You couldn’t exactly point to why he had chosen you out of all the other sisters. You didn’t feel as though you were the most attractive, or the most seductive, or the most educated or intelligent. You didn’t feel secure in any specific talents and you didn’t feel a drive to accomplish anything specific. If anything, your energy was spent on yearning for direction.

Perhaps he had noticed your propensity to velcro into anything novel or interesting. Or maybe it was your enthrallment and willingness to engage. Whatever the reason, Terzo had chosen you to devote his time to.

You had been assigned to his detail as a temporary member of his small team of siblings. Though your past experience noted a range of clerical skills and literary study, you had instead been chosen to keep his chambers. It had taken all but a few days to learn Cardinal Terzo’s particulars. His sheets, which were a stereotypical black satin, had to be positioned just right (heaven forbid the fitted sheet have a loose corner…one would think that Papa himself had been murdered). Because of their color and Terzo’s…life choices, both the top sheet and the fitted sheet had to be changed nearly daily to save them from resembling Pollock’s “Lavender Mist”. His clothing had to be organized by occasion and style (and as you quickly found out, by random personal preference that seemed to change on a whim). Terzo required his wine fridges (plural) to be stocked twice weekly (including the large collection of reds that rested atop each fridge at room temperature), and it wasn’t uncommon to fulfill last minute requests for antipasto, fruit, candles, or other carnal delicacies to be brought to his room for later that evening.

Completing tasks was a nightmare. You never knew if your assigned shift would lead you into an empty (and disarrayed) room with Terzo having been up and out early in the morning, or an occupied suite that stayed inhabited up into the early afternoon. The latter still caught you off-guard and you made frequent mental notes to work on your stuttered apologies as you awkwardly left his bedroom to wait until it was empty to resume your duties.

However, one day that seemed all but special, you entered his bedroom to change his linens and refresh his wardrobe, only to find Cardinal Terzo hunched over the mantel in front of the fireplace. His head hung low, browbeaten, and a rocks glass of scotch was perched between heavy fingers while his fist was clasped to his right. If you listened closely enough, you swore you could hear his aggravated breathing laced with tears. You froze at the sight.

“I’m sorry, Cardinal. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you eventually peeped out, trying your best to keep your tone even as to not portray any perceived judgment.

Terzo hadn’t turned to face you, but was quick in his reply — his voice gravely and gruff. “It’s best if you go, Sorella,” he responded, gripping even tighter onto the glass. The air felt thick and you could feel your own sweat (whether from the heat of the fire or the anxiety of catching Terzo at an inopportune moment, you weren’t sure) pooling on your forehead.

Despite his request, you stayed stationary.

You couldn’t help but look over the way his hair hung down to frame his painted eyes, tracks of tears threatening to wash away the intricate circular design and painted bow, and how his lips pursed in the firelight. Do you dare overstep your professional boundaries to show a touch of common humanity? To show that despite his role as a prominent Cardinal in the church, he was still a human being that deserved empathy and kindness? It was then that you decided to be bold. You took a deep breath.

“Do you need a hug?”

Your words seemed to catch Terzo off guard, and he suddenly raised his head and craned his neck to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. You gently set down the basket of clean laundry and took a step towards him, wringing your hands in apprehension as you approached him.

Upon seeing you, soft-faced and vulnerable in the dim light, his own expression dampened and he turned his body to face yours. “I think I would like that, Sorella,” he replied.

It was from the moment that your small frame enveloped him, your head tucking in against his chest while your hands moved comfortingly against the smooth fabric of his jacket that hugged against his back, that you felt your heart beam against his. And maybe, you reasoned, you weren’t crazy in thinking that you felt his beam back against your own.

Over the next week or so, your daily visits to his chambers began to change. You could almost bet on him being present for your visits now, and while it had made you nervous before, you had begun to look forward to seeing him lounging about in his chambers, coffee in hand as he greeted you with a warm, “Good Morning, Sorella.” Dinner in the refectory had been previously uneventful, but now was punctuated by stolen glances from (and to) the head table, with Terzo occasionally lifting his ever-present glass of red in your direction — a subtle, yet definite nod to your existence. You couldn’t help but internally swoon.

The second week after your fireside interaction, after replacing the linens, replenishing the firewood, and restocking a few choice wines in Terzo’s chambers, you were met with a personal request from the Cardinal.

Like many nights during weeks prior, Terzo had left his room with a special request for the evening. “A sensuous feast” he had called it, and having fulfilled his wishes before, you knew exactly the way it was to be done.

Ignoring your disappointment (and the pang in your chest when you read the note), you worked with the kitchen ghouls to create a charcuterie board to remember, rife with various fruits, cheeses, nuts, and the homemade rosemary focaccia you knew he enjoyed at dinner. A bottle of prosecco sat on ice in a marble wine chiller on the low mahogany coffee table (and you made sure to stock a couple extra in the nearby wine fridge for good measure), and two glasses were perfectly polished beside it, waiting for eventual effervescence. A low fire was kindled and warmed the plush rug that lay in front of it as it waited for its future occupants.

Swallowing the sharp spasms that assaulted your chest, you gave the room a small, unreturned smile and surveyed your work.

“Beautiful job, Dolcezza.” Terzo’s silken voice frightened you as it broke the quietude in the room. You let out a breath, a chuckle laced between it and your words, and you replied with your same gentle smile.

“Thank you. Will that be all, Your Eminence?”

You had been prepared for the Cardinal to shoo you away, possibly thanking you with another one of his thousand-yard smirks, but to your surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he wrinkled his brows in thought, walking slowly over to the velvet-tufted loveseat across from the mantel. His gloved hand stroked the back, fingertips brushing so lightly that they didn’t even leave a mark.

“Actually, no, Sorella,” he said, eyes fixed on the raspberry-hued fabric. You felt your lungs tighten. Had you forgotten something? You’d be the first to admit that you’d been distracted in your work lately, and it wouldn’t have surprised you to see that you missed something crucial. Terzo interrupted your worried visage, his duochromatic eyes flickering up to you with a sultry gaze. “...would you like to stay?”

His words had hit you square in the jaw, which you were sure was now hanging open just slightly at your surprise. You swallowed and stammered out, “I-I don’t want to intrude on your company, Cardinal.”

“I was hoping you would be my company tonight, Dolcezza.”

It was the first of many evenings spent with Terzo. The debut of your time together, if you will — and it was not at all what you had expected.

Tentatively, you agreed to the invitation, only doing so because you knew that his room was the last on your list to freshen and you were now technically done with your duties. You had watched as Terzo held his hand out to motion towards the seating by the fire, and you hesitantly moved to take a seat on the plump leather couch across from the loveseat.

To say that you had been nervous would be a gross understatement. Your senses drank in the stimulus around you — the pop of the bottle of sweet wine, the fizz of the bubbles blooming in the glass, the spicy, floral musk of Terzo’s cologne drifting through the air as he held out the flute for you to timidly accept — they all became cataloged in your mind as sensory memories of this first excursion.

If Terzo’s smooth, charming attitude hadn’t calmed you down, the prosecco surely had. Not long after you’d taken your first sip, Terzo had sat on the other side of the couch with his own glass in his gloved hand, his cardinal cassock floating down over his crossed legs like sin, and he had struck up a conversation. His body was turned towards yours, eyes always drinking in your form like it was the preferred spirit of the evening, as he asked you more about who you were.

He was easy to talk to (far easier to talk to than you’d expected). You divulged your history with the church and briefly described your one and a half year commitment with a peaceful pride. As a Cardinal, you were sure he spent the majority of the time discussing the intimacies of the ministry and you didn’t want to bore him.

“And what led you to the light bringer, Sorella?” he had asked you, fingertips stroking the stem of the champagne flute delicately, tenderly.

Even though you’d initially fabricated walls to guard you from revealing your past, Terzo’s soothing yet fascinating energy knocked them down almost instantaneously. You explained the falling out with your parents over your decisions for your career and lifestyle, how they’d refused to support you following your passions as it didn’t seem “financially prudent” to do so. With forlorn fondness, you recalled your relationship with your Granddad that had ended abruptly with his unforeseen death and how it had cracked your mother’s inward countenance and plastered it back up with vodka and Valium. The final straw, you explained, was your decision to openly renounce your faith and begin the exploration into different forms of spirituality. Terzo had listened intently, his face bleeding sympathy and compassion as you unraveled your past in a way you hadn’t since joining the order.

But despite the heavy conversation, the night turned to one of true connection as you both polished off the first bottle of prosecco (and eventually, most of the charcuterie). Laughter frequently permeated the air after the second bottle had been opened, and you giggled over shared stories of gossip about the ministry — Terzo even letting a few more secretive and scandalous pieces about the clergy loose after his fourth glass of bubbles.

By the end of the evening, you began to see Terzo in a new light. Before, he’d been the suave, debonair Cardinal with a reputation of philandry. But now, Terzo felt like a true kindred spirit. As you’d gotten up to leave (sea-legged from the alcohol, you might add) the Cardinal had offered you his hand to steady you. After helping you up, he continued holding onto your hand, his body advancing closer to you with a half-step.

You remember the light of the fire reflecting off the yin-yang black and white eye as he took in your features. You remember the notes of apple and pear on his breath. Most of all, you remember the words he purred out in a low, dulcet hum.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Dolcezza.”

And he had. Searingly slow, his lips lingered on yours for countless seconds before he pulled away completely.

It was the beginning of the downfall.

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A mere two days after your memorable night with the Cardinal, you arrived at the workroom connecting the laundry to the housekeeping stores in increased anticipation to start your duties. Yesterday was your day off, and as such, you hadn’t had the opportunity to see Cardinal Terzo.

As soon as you set down your coffee thermos, Sister Teresa, a senior Sister of Sin, approached you with a jollied clap on her hands. She explained that the sister you’d been covering for had healed quite nicely from her surgery and was returning to work early — today, in fact — and your services in housekeeping would no longer be needed. With a chuckle, she reached out to touch your arm, saying, “It’s a blessing of timing from the Dark One. We have been running behind ever since you left!”

Outwardly, you nodded and thanked the sister for letting you know before heading through the connecting door to the laundry. Once out of sight, you sighed, turning to make your way down the walkway towards the oncoming chutes, closed fist lightly pounding against a pile of folded bedsheets as you passed. You weren’t exactly sure when you’d get to speak with Terzo again, which of course disappointed you, but you were arguably more disappointed that you’d spent the time shaving your legs and fussing over the exact flavor of lip balm before leaving for work today — all for naught.

That evening, you took your usual seat in the refectory with a slogged posture. Your hands smelled of bleach and detergent, and your skin felt dry from the dryer sheets you’d spent the afternoon picking from the dryer vent. After pouring yourself a healthy glug of table red from the decanter, you sighed and leaned back, watching as other siblings filled the room. After a few lengthy sips and more disassociation than you’d care to admit, you saw a flash of a black cassock from the corner of your eye. Towards the front of the refectory, seated at the clergy table, was Cardinal Terzo. He was mid conversation with one of the bishops and looked surprisingly pleased as he took a seat and accepted a glass of red similar to yours. His glance turned to your direction by chance and he met your eyes, smirking before raising his glass as he had so many times before. You raised yours back.

And on this went for the remainder of the week — you, successfully seeking out his gaze and him acknowledging you with a raised glass, a smile, or as of the night before, a wink. Each time made your heart patter so high in your chest that you could taste it in your throat (or maybe that was the pinot noir).

This particular night, after placing your napkin on the table and sipping the last drop of wine from the globe of the drink ware, you realized that this week put you into a state of melancholy. You’d felt trapped (an odd feeling in a church based on free will) and you craved a break in your monotonous routine. A walk would do you good, you'd decided. You breezed past a group of siblings and out the refectory doors so quickly that you hadn’t heard the voice calling your name from the other end of the room.

Down the cloister and to the gravel path your feet traveled, and just after you felt the crunch of the rocks beneath your shoes, a hand reached out to cup your shoulder. You’d turned with an inward huff, nearly frightened, but each muscle seemed to relax when you’d seen that it was just him, just Terzo, and a smile crept across your cheeks.

From an outward observer, the walk would have seemed ordinary. It wasn’t out of character for siblings to peruse the gardens in the evening, and members of the clergy indulged too, of course. But as you made your way through the carefully pruned rhododendrons and lilac-lined pathways, Terzo admitted something that made the stroll all but ordinary.

“I miss seeing you in my chambers, Dolcezza. I hope our kiss did not frighten you away.”

And of course you had assured him that it was anything but, explaining the predicament that brought you to the housekeeping staff in the first place, along with the reassignment to the ministry laundry earlier in the week.

As time wore on, you kept to your work in the laundry and he to his in the clergy, but both you and il Cardinale continued your joint traditions — the hushed glances at dinner, the occasional stretch through the church’s gardens. You shared the stories of your respective days, with the conversations always morphing into a mishmosh of memories or past experiences, with the occasional smattering of theological conversation. Sometimes you sealed the evening with a kiss, sometimes you didn’t. However, regardless of how the night ended, you always thought of the taste of his lips on yours (wine-bathed and smoky and soft).

Luckily, on occasion, the senior Sisters of Sin pulled the laundry staff to help out with housekeeping duties in the event of someone falling ill or needing to take time off. Each time this was proffered, you quickly volunteered, buttering the situation with the explanation that you had already filled in before and knew the routines and procedures, including the particulars of the clergy members. It made you appear as if you were flexible, hardworking, and willing to help the ministry in any way needed. Deep down, however, you knew that your real motivation was the off-chance that you’d get to see your raven-haired Cardinal.

One of these days you had all but physically jumped at the opportunity to help out with housekeeping. Your enthusiasm was nearly crushed when you found out that not only were they short staffed, but they had fallen behind due to a fairly extensive disaster left behind in an upper clergymen’s room by what appeared to be an entire pack of ghouls. In spite of your utter exhaustion at the end of the day (and shudders at the recollection of all the oddly sticky surfaces you had to wipe down while tidying up the ghoul pack’s aftermath), you found yourself

making the familiar trek to Terzo’s chambers. Ghoul juices aside, you had a slight jaunt in your step. The day’s unfortunate proclivities wouldn’t put a damper on your excitement of seeing the Cardinal. As soon as you entered his room, however, you noticed something felt strange.

Hoping to finish your more formal duties quickly, you beelined into the bathroom to replace the towels and gather the dirty laundry before passing through to his bedchambers. Removing and replenishing his sheets was like child's play now, and after a couple of minutes you had already balled up the used linens and placed them in the basket with the other laundry before turning to exit his bedroom.

You heard the crackling of the fireplace in his living space before you saw the dim flames, and the occasional scribbling sound of a pen against paper was even more of a telltale hint that you were not alone. Setting the basket down, you padded over to the leathered couch that reminded you of your first visit with the Cardinal and rested your hands against the back of it. Terzo was sitting against the rug, feet outstretched by the fire, with a notepad in hand. It had indeed been him slugging the fountain tip across the page, and from the balled up sheets of paper littering the floor, you gathered that whatever he was getting at was not a success.

“Your Eminence?” you rasped out softly, so quietly that he didn’t hear you. “Cardinal?”

With your slightly louder inquest, Terzo’s head shot up and his pen dropped against the paper pad with an audible clunk. The delighted expression on your face dimmed, though, when you noticed his own.

His usually slicked-back hair hung down in messy strands across his forehead, barely covering the lines that had formed there undoubtedly from a frequently furrowed brow. His eyes looked a little glassy, and although the paint around his eyes and upper lip didn’t seem to be tear-scathed, you could tell that he had rubbed at his face more than once by the blurry edges of the black makeup. In sum, Terzo looked doggedly stressed.

“Dolcezza,” his voice perked up with a hint of surprise, “What a treat it is to see you here.”

You could feel the color creeping into the apples of your cheeks like ripened fruit. “They needed a little extra assistance and I offered to help,” you explained, your voice calm and surprisingly steady at the scene in front of you.

“Ahh, bene.” Terzo threw the notepad down to the floor with a little more oomph than you expected, stretching his feet out in front of him. You noted that they were dangerously close to the fire.

“Is everything alright?” you asked as you came closer, rounding the couch to sit down next to him on the floor, “you seem a little —” you paused, unsure of whether to continue lest you come off insulting, yet decided to risk it, “ —stressed.”

The Cardinal sighed. “SÌ,” he breathed out, slipping his hand through his hair for what had to have been the dozenth time that evening. “I am to give the sermon at black mass tomorrow.”

Your lips curved into a proud smile. “Black mass? That’s…well, an honor, really.”

Terzo nodded. “SÌ… however, I have yet to finish it. I keep coming to a stop, like a eh—” he paused, his hand motioning in circles as if to demonstrate that he was searching for the correct word, “ —barrier, in my mind.”

Folding your legs underneath you (and being careful to adjust the skirt of your habit), you turned to face him. “You have writer’s block?”

“If I am to be completely honest, I have never delivered a sermon at Black Mass before.” He sighed again and you noted that there was a lot of weight in that sigh. He looked down, flipping the pen to and fro between his slender fingers. “A lot is riding on this performance and I fear I will be nothing but a disappointment.”

At this, your body stiffened. Terzo had always seemed so confident, so demure, and you were taken aback by his insecurity. “Cardinal,” you began, inching just a bit closer, “you are anything but a disappointment.”

At this, the painted man beside you laughed. “Ahh, yes, il stronzo, perhaps…”

You rolled your eyes at his self-deprecation. “Based on our conversations during our walks, I think you will do beautifully. You have quite the mind for theology, and you speak eloquently and with conviction.” You licked the curve of your lips, craning a bit to try to see his downtrodden eyes. “Maybe it’s yourself you should have some faith in?”

At your kind words, Terzo raised his head, his hair partially hiding the milky white eye that you had never quite become accustomed to. “I’m afraid I will just disappoint you, cara. As well as the congregation.” At this, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his fist clenching as he softly pounded the ground in frustration. “Figlio di puttana…”

The way he looked right now reminded you of the first moment you approached him: vulnerable, closed in on himself, raw, and before you knew it, you reached out your hand to gently touch his left arm, your own fingertips brazenly trailing up and down the wool-covered limb. Your touch surprised the Cardinal, and his eyes met yours once more — this time, the widened emerald one peering straight through you.

What you didn’t know was how touched Terzo was by your compassion at this moment. Of course, he knew how much you cared and sacrificed for others, but you never ceased to amaze him with your empathy and tenderness. His heart beamed in a way he hadn’t felt since childhood, and as he drank in your alluring stare, he couldn’t resist the urge to study your beauty in the firelight. He noted the way the flames etched against the contours of your cheeks and jaw, shadows drawn across bone.

Putting his gloved hand on your own, he found himself leaning towards you, his fingers squeezing yours as his breath stilled in his throat. Warm lips — one painted and one bare — pressed against your own and you felt at home again. Your kisses with Terzo had always felt this way, and although they were a bit of an unconstant, you relished in the moments you’d get to feel him like this.

Your eyes fluttered closed. Head tilting ever so slightly, your body mirrored his own as you melted into the touch. Faint wine and the bitter tang of paint touched your tongue while you moved your lips against his, the slower series of pecks diverging into something a little more heated, urgent, needy.

As you sat like this, all you could hear was the crackling of the fire in front of you, the light smacking of your lips moving in unison, and the intakes and exhales of shared breath. It felt much more intimate than you were used to with Terzo. But most of all, it felt right.

His hand trailed from yours and danced across the flesh of your neck to your jawline, cupping it gently as he tilted to deepen your connection, tongue tasting your lips (for self-gratification or permission, you weren’t sure). You also weren’t exactly sure how you ended up lateral on the thick rug, or how your hand had found purchase in his slicked back hair, or how his own had pushed the fabric of your skirt up around your bare thigh, or even how your bodies had been pulled so impossibly close. Nevertheless, you found yourself wrapped in air thickened with firewood and his cologne and the humid heat of your kisses and exhales, and Satan below the way his trouser covered leg had parted your own to tangle you both into one being had your mind swimming.

“Let me take you,” he had whispered to you, his breath warm against the corner of your lip and the curve of your cheek, “let me have you here, like I’ve always wanted to.”

That was all it took. The look in his eyes had been flooded with desire and it overcame your ability to do anything but completely submit to his request.

He moved over top of you, his arms lifting up criss-crossed to pull his jacket and button up off his slender, muscular frame. Flamed illumination danced across the ridges of the muscles of his chest, the smooth, lightly tanned skin that still seemed so deliciously pale for an Italian man, and your eyes took in stills to catalog in your memory while he slid his hands up and under your dress uniform.

Terzo mimicked the action with your dress, pulling it over your head quickly before tossing it casually to the side. His hand slipped underneath you and before you realized it, the tension of your bra loosened and the garment was quickly abandoned. As cool air pricked the skin of your breasts, the Cardinal’s eyes wandered down to stare at them in the dim light. He bit at the tips of his gloved fingers to loosen the silken material, pulling them off to reveal slender, strong hands that reached for your soft skin.

He must have noticed he look of insecurity that painted your face, of shyness, because he began to trace your curves with his fingertips, just barely, butterfly wings against the surface, and murmured out “Cosi bella…” as they shimmered across the peak of your nipples.

Far back in the recesses of your mind, you felt dips of worry. Was this something that he said to everyone he was with? Was this how he treated all the women he’d brought back to his quarters — the quarters that you’d cleaned and prepared? But each time your mind wandered there, you pulled it back with a yank of a leash to the present. You were here, this was now, and you were going to enjoy what was happening in this moment.

Your mouths connected again, this time more wantonly, and all you could taste was the uniqueness that was simply Terzo — the wine, the smokiness, the dark face paint. A groan escaped his lips into your own and he moved to box you in with his thighs on either side of your body. One hand found room just by your head against the ground and held him above you, while the other clutched to your left breast, kneading and squeezing at you with a mix of adoration and longing.

When he brought his hips down to press against your own, you let forth your own series of moans into his mouth, and he all but combusted as he ripped your lips apart, hands hurriedly unbuckling his pants to shimmy them down his legs. Your reaches crossed one another’s as you both grasped at each other’s undergarments and tandemly pulled them down over hips and skin, revealing your bare forms in communion.

From there you lie naked on the rug, Terzo on top of you, with sweat-slicked skin osculating as tongues and teeth gnashed passionately. Veil and shoes were long forgotten. You could feel his hard length pressing against the space between your sex and your thigh and it made a chill wash over the expanse of your body. As his hips rutted against your pelvis, he slid between your folds, slick coating him with delicious friction, and your arms wound under his own to curl around the strong muscles of his back and shoulders. You broke the kiss with a whimper and crooked your neck to the side.

“Cardinal,” you hummed out, a little more needy than you had intended to, “don’t make me wait any more.”

He lifted his head to look in your eyes, a chuckle reaching past his lips as his hair nearly dripped across your forehead.

“The virtue of patience isn’t something we celebrate in our faith, Dolcezza,” he purred as he brought his face close to yours, breath pricking across your lips and cheek as he moved his mouth to ghost your earlobe, “ —and I think you’ve waited long enough.”

With that, he pulled his hips back and you whined at the brief loss, your breath stilted as he pushed forward almost immediately, his cock pushing past your folds and into you firmly. You let out a choked groan and your eyes ripped open, watching the darkness of his pupils overtake his unmatched irises as he sank into you to the hilt.

Your leg came up to hook around his hip and thigh as he pistoned in and out of you. Your hand gripped the furry fibers of the rug below, the other still curved around his back to hang onto his shoulder like he’d disintegrate if you let go. With every thrust you found God, and every retreat you went searching for redemption.

Your Cardinal found solace in the arch of your neck, teeth nipping at skin and tendon as he grunted along with each forward movement.

“Così buono con me. Sei così buono con me.”

Tension built up inside of your core, tugging at the muscles of your abdomen, and you felt your grip tighten around Terzo. Despite the stricture, you could feel your core blooming, softening taking everything he had as he worked himself inside of you, hips rolling and grinding.

The smell of the sweat on his skin and the burning wood of the fire lit your own flames deep within you and you could feel your impending release begin to blossom. “More,” you cried, the noise so sweet in taste and sound to Terzo that he couldn’t help but obey.

He pressed his lips to your neck in a series of wet marks. Your hand abandoned the rug and came up to card through his air, fingertips winding around the strands with a needy tug as you felt your pussy begin to contract around his thick cock. He knew you were close because he kept going, never faltering in his pace or touch, moaning little praises into the skin of your clavicle until lightening rushed through your veins.

You came and it felt like everything and nothing all at once. You weren’t sure if you’d made any noise at all, but as your jaw hung open, eyes fluttering back into your skull, you were certain that within the Cardinal’s arms was the only place you were meant to be. Here, now, releasing yourself to him completely, with the firelight plaguing the walls as a reminder of your devotion to him, your Cardinal, and to the flames of hell and the one below.

Terzo was soon to follow with his own orgasm. You could sense him tensing, his length twitching as his hips began to jolt against your own unrhythmically, throaty growls punctuating his movements. And as he filled you, you trembled against him from the fiery char of your release, your own inner muscles twitching as you welcomed his spend as sacrament.

Breath stilted and waned as he lay collapsed against you, skin slick with the proof of your union, and your fingertips found purchase soothingly stroking against his scalp. A beat passed and you relaxed in the aftermath of just the two of you. Terzo was the first to speak.

“Was it worth it?” he hummed out, eyes peering up at you from his head that rested against your soft breasts.

You furrowed your brows with a small smile. “What do you mean?” you asked.

He tittered and brought his hand to trace along the line of your jaw. “The wait,” he clarified, thumb rubbing sweetly over your chin, “Was it worth it?”

You felt warmth course through your chest and leak into your limbs. It was different than before. It was new, yet oddly familiar — like remembrance, uncovering a dusted memory. Your hand came up to clasp over his own on your chin, and you brought it to your lips, pressing them slowly, repeatedly against his skin.

“You’re always worth it.”

🜏🜏🜏

Yet now, as you soak in the humidity that paints your skin while you move across the courtyard and to a lesser occupied area of the Ministry gardens, your mind replays your words from that night. “You’re always worth it.” Always. So finite, so absolute.

You continued to walk, searching for a prayer, a sign from the one below that everything will click into place and the grand plan will be revealed over time. And as you settled down onto an earthen stone bench overlooking an old statue of the Emeritus family, eyes cast towards the statue that partially formed the man you’d fallen from grace for, you realized that there was no hot rain.

Only tears.

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ramblingoak · 8 months

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good morning kisses+ you're gonna get lipstick all over me with:

Ribz I took your prompt and gave it a vampire twist, I hope you like it!

Breakfast in Bed

Secondo x Female Reader ~ The perfect start to your new life as a vampire

Warnings: vampire violence and all that entails, biting, blood, more blood, sharing a meal vampire style, fingering, oral sex, p in v sex, soft!vampiric!Secondo, rough sex, nsfw, 18+ only mdni, 2400 words

It was strange waking up after you died.

You weren’t struggling to breathe, gulping down huge breaths of air. Technically you didn’t need to breathe anymore although Secondo said you might still do it out of habit. The first thing you became aware of was the feel of the cool sheets against your skin. You used to make fun of Secondo’s demands when it came to thread count, but now you were nothing but thankful for his pickiness as you laid there naked.

With a soft groan you stretched out, spreading your limbs wide on the large bed as you started to look around the room. Secondo had promised you that you wouldn’t wake up alone but there wasn't a sign of him anywhere. The thick curtains were drawn over the windows and the only light came from a few dim lamps scattered around the room. You planted your elbows beneath you to push yourself up but a horrific cramping in your stomach had you gasping and dropping back onto the bed.

The pain was more intense than anything you’d experienced before. Even more than how much it hurt when Secondo had bit into your neck. You moved a hand up to where his teeth hand sunk in, expecting to feel broken skin but there was nothing. Your skin was smooth and cold to the touch. No sign of what he had done to you, of what you had asked him to do to you.

You had asked him to make you a vampire.

The Emeritus family being vampires was a horribly kept secret in the church. Most of that was due to Terzo, a man that couldn’t be discreet about anything. But with their status as vampires being well known amongst the congregation it provided them with ample opportunities to feed. Most Siblings of Sin were more than willing to expose their neck or wrist to one of the brothers. You counted yourself among them although Secondo’s favored place to bite you was at the inside of your thigh. Your flesh there was often marred with bruises and bite wounds from your Papa.

But that was before last night. Before he bit into his own wrist and had you drink from him. You could still taste him on your tongue and you unashamedly rubbed your thighs together when you thought of how erotic it had been.

“Look at you.” You froze at the sound of his voice, looking around the room for him without luck. When he spoke again you turned your head toward the foot of the bed and had to stifle a moan as you watched him walk out of the shadows towards you. “How do you feel, belezza?”

“It hurts.”

He tsked at you, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed fully nude just like you were. In a stark contrast from yours his skin was warm as he placed his hands on your ankles. They moved up and down your shins in a soothing motion all while he held your gaze.

“Where does it hurt?” You moved a hand to rest over your belly, biting your lip when his eyes wandered down to watch as you rubbed it over your soft flesh. “I know why it hurts there, belezza, and I know how to fix it.”

“How?”

Secondo smiled, his fangs glinting in the light as he answered you.

“You need to feed, my darling.”

He turned and held a hand out behind him, reaching out into the shadows. With bated breath you listened to the soft footfalls of a visitor as they moved closer to the bed. A sister you hadn't seen before emerged into the light and you could taste her fear in the air. Secondo wrapped an arm around their waste and tugged them hard enough they fell across his lap and over your legs.

“Is she...is she for me?”

“Si, she’s yours. Ripe and ready to help you complete your transformation.” He reached for the poor girl’s neck and swept her hair aside. “Sister Dana agreed to help you, right sister?”

When she didn’t answer, Secondo grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her neck back. She cried out, a wounded noise escaping out of her throat at the treatment. Before tonight you would have stepped in to reprimand Secondo. You would have told him to stop playing with his food.

But now you were too hungry to care.

You managed to sit up, finding it easy to ignore the pain when every cell in your body was screaming for the blood pumping through the sister’s veins. Your hands flexed nervously in the bedding though, not sure what your first move should be.

“Would you like me to show you, belezza?”

All you could manage was a frantic nod, but Secondo didn’t seem to mind. He leaned into the sister’s face and gave her a kiss on each cheek. You could see her cheeks blushing from the attention, her mouth falling open when he dropped kisses down to her jaw. He kept going until he was at her throat, right over her jugular. Secondo murmured a few things in Italian before opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into the poor girl’s neck.

“Papa!”

Her voice was loud and panicked, echoing around you. She tried to say something else but the only other noise she could make was a garbled sob as her own blood filled her mouth. Your stomach clenched painfully as you watched it drip down her lips and slide down her neck. With a deep, animalistic growl Secondo pulled off and ran his tongue up to her jawline to collect the spilled blood. The sister clawed at Secondo's chest, tears gathering in her eyes when all your Papa did was give her a cruel smile in return.

“Hush little lamb, you promised to be good.”

You could tell his words weren’t registering. A pained grimace had taken over her face as she struggled to breathe through the blood. Secondo chuckled darkly before he leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. After a few moments he held out his hand for you and you took it without a second thought, pulling yourself up and across the bed to press against his side. Your eyes fell to her neck, to the blood pumping from the wound and you eagerly fell forward to lap at it.

It was amazing. The taste of her blood slid across your tongue like wine. It was warm and rich, coating the inside of your mouth before dripping down the back of your throat. With a frantic moan you clutched her, pulling her away from Secondo to hold her more tightly against you. He moved so he was at your back and you could feel his hands on your shoulders, feel as they slipped around your front to cup your breasts. He pinched at your nipples, harder than usual but the pain was good, it was so good. You needed more of it.

You sank your teeth into her flesh, feeling it tear as you bit at her harshly. The wound easily opened wider and you started noisily sucking her blood down. One of Secondo’s hands started moving down your stomach, his hands bare and smooth on your skin. When he reached your cunt his chest vibrated against your back with a laugh.

“Wet for me already?”

Without warning he pushed two fingers into your dripping entrance, groaning as your body eagerly accepted them. You could hear the wet sounds of him pumping them in and out even as you continued to suck as much blood out of the sister as you could. Secondo’s fingers started working faster, brushing against that spot inside of you he never failed to find. In and out, over and over again. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer and right as you teetered on the edge he pressed his mouth to your neck and bit down.

The feeling of his teeth on you again made everything inside and around you shatter. You pulled off the sister’s neck and fell back, letting Secondo catch you. The sister fell backwards at the foot of the bed, her eyes blank and unseeing as they stared up at the ceiling. There was blood still oozing from her mouth and neck, the sight making you growl and want more. Secondo cooed into your ear, gently turning your head towards his and then capturing your mouth in a kiss. He growled at the taste of blood there and the kiss turned sloppy as you each chased the blood smeared over each other. With a deep groan he eventually pulled away, smiling softly at you before tilting his head towards the pillows.

“You should get some more rest, my darling.”

You pouted as you scooted back towards the head of the bed, you’d rather stay in his arms a little longer. Both of you were now warm from the blood you had drank but it felt good to be in his arms regardless. His face paint was now smeared and mixed with blood although it did nothing to hide his handsome features. If anything it made you desire him even more now that he had finally turned you. You felt yourself getting wet again as you took him in and you relaxed further back into the pillows, opening your legs a bit to try to entice him closer. Secondo took a deep breath, a feral grin forming on his face. He remained still though and you stuck your bottom lip out further, wondering what was stopping him.

“Secondo, come here.”

“One moment, belezza.” He reached out for the sister, her chest barely moving with her shallow breaths. You were surprised she was still alive, but as you watched Secondo lift her wrist to his mouth you figured that wouldn’t be the case for very long. “We shouldn’t waste our breakfast.”

The softest of whimpers escaped the girl’s mouth when he bit into her again. He was oddly gentle about it but that might have been because he was staring at you while he fed from her for the final time. You held his eyes as you slid a hand down your chest, stroking over your breast before going further to your cunt. His eyes followed your fingers as you started to tease at your clit, rubbing over it in tight circles as he watched. When you moved down and slipped them inside of you he abruptly dropped the girl’s wrist, her blood dripping from his lips and dropping onto your ankles as he loomed over you.

“Such a naughty thing, teasing your Papa.”

He leaned down and began to kiss your skin, his lips pressing into random spots all the way up to your thighs. In the light you could see the bloody lip marks he was leaving, almost like lipstick, some with a hint of black from his face paint. Secondo brought his hands up to the inside of your thighs and pressed them further apart so he could settle close to your cunt. You were still moving your fingers inside of you and his eyes followed them, his hot breath grazing your skin as he moved his head closer.

“Secondo, please.”

You were ready for him to tease you some more, but in one swift movement he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away so his mouth could replace your fingers. His deep groan as he tasted you vibrated through your whole body. The grip he had on your thighs got tighter as he circled your entrance with his tongue a few times before dipping it in as far as he could. When you were able to look down at him you could see where your juices had mixed with the blood and paint he was already wearing.

Secondo looked absolutely feral as he hungrily licked and sucked your cunt. You reached out with one hand and grabbed his head, your fingers sliding along his scalp for purchase. He seemed to take the hint and buried his face even deeper against you, his nose pressing perfectly at your clit. You were so close, so close to the edge again. Gasps and whimpers were escaping you non stop as Secondo fucked you with his tongue. You were about to start begging for something, for anything, to push you over when he finally moved his lips up to your clit, sucking on it right as he shoved two fingers inside of you. He rubbed them along your walls perfectly right as he nipped your clit and you were gone, your whole body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there recovering, the only thing that made you finally stir was Secondo’s lips moving up your stomach. When you mustered the energy to look down he was kissing you between your breasts. The area around his mouth shone with your release and you let your head fall back with a groan. He laughed against your skin, his breath exhaling on your neck as he continued to move up. When he was finally hovering over you, his eyes bright with laughter and love, you couldn’t help but laugh as well. You reached up and traced down the bridge of his nose before resting both your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Will it be like this forever?”

He grinned before leaning down and capturing your mouth in a kiss. You mewled as you tasted yourself on his lips, especially when you caught just the slightest hint of blood lingering in his mouth. When he pulled away and sat up to kneel between your legs you pouted at the loss of his mouth. Secondo just grinned again and moved his hands under you to grip your ass and lift you off the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct and he moved one of his hands to grip his cock.

“Are you ready for forever, belezza?”

Before you could respond he started pushing into you, relentless and without stopping. His thick cock stretched you like his fingers never could and you reached out to dig your nails into his arms as the pleasure and pain rolled over you. He didn’t stop until he was buried all the way, his hips flush with yours. It was so good you couldn’t help but let out a joyous laugh. The thought of forever with Secondo, like this, was amazing.

“If forever means I get to wake up like this every day, then yes.”

Secondo laughed as he gripped your waist tighter, easily lifting you up so he could start fucking you at the perfect angle.

“Anything you want, belezza.” His pace increased, punishing and pleasurable, his mismatched eyes staring into yours as he fucked you. “Anything.”

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drop-of-eden · 5 months

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Ghouls Partners Headcanons

Clarifications: polyamory, slight mention of NSFW, ghoul x reader, ghoul x ghoul, neutral reader

I think of ghouls as polyamorous creatures, they are a pack, they love each other, but even so they always have someone they feel more comfortable with, especially in the stage of its "heat"

quintessence edition

Omega

• 100 points for terzo! We all know that he would be a first option for this giant

•However, someone who is calm but outgoing would be a really good fit for him.

• just think abou it, He lives stressed, so, after dealing with some problems at the ministry, he goes to his favorite sibling of sin (of course you) room and simply enjoys the calm it gives him while absorbing their positive energy.

• If we talk about ghouls, I think he would like to spend his "heats" with the energetic Ifrit or some other big ghoul

• I think he simply wouldn't choose someone very physically small (both human and ghoul)

• Extra points if you actually allow yourself to be subjected to him without problems, I don't know if he would put up with someone who is rude or rebellious.

Aether

• I can imagine him going roundabout with Dew every time he needs to pass his "heat"

• However, as much as I love him, we all know that this gremblin is not good for relaxing or feeling completely comfortable.

• So, after a difficult day or simply because he felt in need of attention, Aether has a preference for a friendly and well-spoken s/o who always knows what to say.

• Physically, I don't think Aether has any preference, not as an Omega, I think Aether wouldn't care about anything as long as he feels comfortable with that person (literally, I love this man)

• If you're confident and actually make those delicious sounds while he's in her heat, by Satan, he's completely lost it.

Phantom

• The cute phantom puppy, in ghoul themes, his perfect safe place would be Rain or Swiss

• A loving s/o makes Phantom melt, literally, and if you can match his energy then all the better.

• Compared to the rest, I think that Phantom could feel more attached to a s/o who is a brother of sin, since he is someone who is completely familiar with the human world, and at the same time is also related to his demonic world.

• I don't say much, but little Phantom needs to be useful and wants to be used and told what to do (especially in his heat, even if he's not the first, he's always very sensitive and whines)

• person with short hair to make it easier for him to bite, suck and whine on their neck.

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ghulehcirice · 3 months

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Lavender Fog Part 2

[Phantom Ghoul X Reader]

[A/N]; Hey Babes! Thank you for all the love on part one I really wasn’t expecting it all I want this to be as amazing as good as I can make it but let’s go over a few reminders!

TW/CW list; the ghouls are described more in-depth as pack like creatures and are displayed as doing things such as nesting and scenting, as well as purring, there will be talk of harassment and bullying not done by any of our main characters, foul language such as whore, slut and other unsavoury words will be used for reader! Please remember you are none of those things! This fic will incorporate the Possessive!Phantom elements I was aiming for last chapter! Some siblings of sin shit talking the ghouls and calling them inhuman, demons etc.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE BEHIND THE MASKS AND I DO NOT WANT THEN TO BE DRAGGED INTO THIS.

I am all for respecting people and ideas. My philosophy with this is that the band was originally established to be completely anonymous I will keep that with everyone. Which does include the ghouls and papas.

On a more silly note I want to include Copia more and I am an autistic and trans Copia truther and he will probably resemble my own expirences!

With that being said I will add any tws that are needed so let’s get started.

Apparently this connection you both shared was a rarity between humans and ghouls, you knew ghouls often get attached to people, thinking back to all the videos you have seen of Omega and Papa Terzo. But it’s not often that that bond happens between a newly summoned ghoul and a regular sibling of sin.

The past few days had been a whirlwind of organizing with you, Copia and Sister Imperator. Quickly you’ve come to learn you can’t spend a whole lot of time away from phantom, Lest you want a ghoul fussing over wheter you’ve eaten, if you’ve been hurt, etc. you had to move into the ghouls den with him, not that you really cared, they have their own kitchens and everything. That’s not even starting on just how comfortable ghoul nests are. That reminds you to swap some of the clothes you had given him to build his nest with so you had clean clothes.

Your past few days had consisted of alot of this, swapping clothes from the nest, getting moved into the den, figuring out what you’re going to do in the clergy now because you can’t do a whole lot with your puppy of a boyfriend (is that what you two are? Cirrus called it being mates but also said it’s not a title to be taken lightly.) It has also been a lot of getting to know Papa on a more personal level as he helped you learn about ghouls. Quickly you’ve come to learn Papas not very different from anyone else in this Abbey. He had a very big love of his rats VERY BIG. This man really loves rats, outside of his papal makeup he struggles with things anyone else does, eye contact, talking, confidence. Can I just emphasize how much this man loves rats and rodent like animals? Same with those old really shity 8 but games. If you asked me last week how big a rodents test were I WOULD NOT have guessed that they do not stop growing. The fact Copia had stuttered out when you first met was going straight into your little box of horrors. Right next to the fucking talking plant from that show.

On days you spend in the papal library, you would often be coddled near to loving suffocation from Phantom. Smell is a large thing for ghouls, so you usually have to spend anywhere between an hour and a half all the way through 4 hours cuddling with a ghoul so you’re properly scented. And no, you can’t move unless it’s absolutely necessary even then you get trailed to and from whatever the important thing was. Once you both are settled further, you need to have a talk about space and boundaries. You know he’s been trying his best to learn between everything. On the nights you spend in eachothers arms he tells you about some ghoul customs, although you can’t hear a whole lot over the… purring? Apparently ghouls do in fact purr when they’re happy and you were not hearing things. Had to have Copia help you realize that one. But he told you about something, the name was in infernal tounge, which is apparently the native tounge in the pit. But it seemed similar to promise rings.

From your understanding, ghouls who were mating would forge a ring of this extremely tough material that’s found in the pit, it’s hard to find and even harder to meld into shape. He told you that if you could find that material and mold it perfectly to fit the chosen partner and return it then you were fated to be together. In turn you told phantom about your newly acquired fact and in turn would tell him about human courting and dating culture, like how in most cultures people also exchange rings, and get their love officiated in often times extravagant ceremonies. And you promised him one day you’d take him on a human date, once he properly learned how to glamour.

It was hard at first, learning how to balance phantom with your learning and the tasks you had quickly picked up around the den. It would turn out most siblings of sin arent brave enough to come down here to do their chores. So you were the go to for any task that had to be done by a human granted you could be pulled from phantoms death grasp long enough to accomplish anything of course leading to more phantom cuddles and scenting. The more you let it happen the nicer it became you had to admit it was pretty nice to have someone caring about you so much that they wanted to coddle you.

But on your next escapade from the ghouls den you quickly learned that ghouls can also have a protective streak. This was abit of a later trip then you would usually be on, if you had to take a guess Terzo might’ve gotten his dick stuck in the eyehole of a ghouls mask… again. Wasn’t your job to question though. On your route to Copias quarters you were cornered by some siblings of sin. They caught you in the old corridors, which was very strange because no one was supposed to have access to this place.

“Can I help you folks?” You muttered out with the confusion clearly lacing your words. The siblings snickered at you cruelly jeering like hyenas when you tried to duck around them only to be stepped infront of by one of them.

“Arent you the ghoul fucker?” The tallest of the flock sneers, confused you step back only to hit the wall “I’m sorry the what?” The siblings just laugh at your confusion, looking to and from one another and oogling you like a circus freak.

“You’re fucking that new ghoul aren’t you? The one that’s replacing the Aether ghoul?” They repeat, watching you with the eyes of a hawk. The two on either side of her chuckle and close in on you, forcing you to curl closer into yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you could’ve sworn you could see a flash of weirdly coloured fog, though it’s probably nothing.

“Im not ‘fucking’ anyone. Why would you ask such a thing?”

“Everyone always knew you were a whore, are you trying to get into papas pants through his ghouls? Or are you just a slut like that? You know none of the ghouls would even care about you right? They’re monsters! They can’t feel any real human emotions, you’re delusional if you think any of them care about you. It will dump you out once it finds something better to have at.”

You flinched away at the siblings cruel words. They didn’t know anything about your bond with phantom and the others. You knew they were nothing like these siblings of sin said. Taking a deep breath, you recentred yourself and just stare at the group. Using all the i don’t give a shit energy you’ve picked up from Mountain to deter them.

They didn’t seem to like this very much because they started stepping closer and closer, if you’re being honest you felt like the nerd kid in any 90s high school setting getting their lunch money taken by the bully jocks. Before they could pick you up by your feet and shake all the coins from your pocket like a rag doll and give you a swirlie in the school toilet, the smallest of the group was shot to the floor in a heap of black, white, and.. lavender? Oh shit.

Phantom must have come to find you, or one of the ghouls seen the sibling bothering you and went to tell your mate. Before you could wrack your brain you were torn away by the scream of the other two siblings who were backing away from the scene. Within an instant papa was out of his quarters, clearly having just woken up given the disheveled look he was in, only having on his Mickey Mouse pyjama pants and being bare chested on top. Wait, does papa have top surgery scars? Oh cool. You could tell papa was a little fruity, now you knew why. Quickly you and Copia worked together to get phantom away from the sibling who didn’t seem to be hurt, looked to be a few cuts from phantoms claws.. he has claws?? The sibling probably had a few bumps and bruises from the fall too.

Papa took the three siblings after you abashedly gave him the file you were supposed to, leaving you to calm down Phantom, Now that everything was calmed down, you quickly realized Phantom didn’t have his mask on which was a surprise because on one hand, the ghouls aren’t supposed to have their masks off anywhere average siblings could see them and two, Phantom hasn’t taken off his mask around you yet, when you two first met he had an old Era 3 mask on. He told you he wasn’t the most comfortable with his face, telling you that he had gotten pretty beaten up during his summoning, and that he had birthmarks he didn’t like. You couldn’t see why, he has Lichtenberg scar righ down his left eye and moving down and across the bridge of his nose the eye it when through was a lighter shade of purple then his right, you found him beautiful but he really didn’t like it, you’re probably gonna have to give him a lot of cuddles tonight.

Once everyone was away from the scene, Phantom stared into your face, breathing heavy. It felt as though everything fell silent and still. Until Phantom ran at you, and picked you up into a bridal carry, without speaking her took you back to the den. When you arrived in the lounge the other ghouls all watched you, with Cirrus and Aurora coming up to check on you. Phantom held you away possessively from the woman, He ignored everyone and took you to your shared room.

You were definitely right about having to give him extra cuddles that night. When he laid you down and got into bed, before dragging you onto his chest and taking your face in his hands.

“Are you okay?” He asks, gently handling your face as he looked it over for scars, in turn you grab his face and kiss his own scars, using your spare hand to guide his hand to feel your heart beat.

“I should be asking you that, bug. You didn’t have to fight them for me. They’re just jealous.” He growls at the mention of the incident, gently nibbling at your hand that held his face. He doesn’t reply but gently shifts you from his chest and goes to his chest of draws, he rustles around and grabs an short for you and puts it on the bed for you before grabbing his own clothes

“I’d be a bad mate if I didn’t.” He leaves to get changed and you get into the shirt, and gently re arrange the nest to be comfortable for a good nap. You can hear Cirrus checking up on phantom and the muttering of Their conversation. Once phantom is back, you curl into his side as phantom purrs and hums the tune of Little Sunshine.

Deep down you think you’ll be just fine with your mate.

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[A/N; WE DID IT! I hit major writers block with this, I wanna thank you all for the love on Part one, and especially @pinklunarprincess for supporting my posts thus far, you were the first person (from my memory) to encourage me with part one and I thank you! I hope you guys enjoy, I’m too exhausted to beta read right now so if I missed anything PLEASE let me know, I’m working on another little fic idea I’ve had so hopefully something will be out soon<3 love you all and thank you

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ghulehunknown · 4 months

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Mountain x AFAB Reader

NSFW — MDNI

Summary: You and Mountain take a break from your duties to have a little fun in his room.

CW/Tags: sex toy use, tail fucking, masturbation, unprotected sex (P in V and anal), double penetration

Word Count: 2.4K

“You bought how many toys, Mounty?”

“Um, just a few.”

“It looks like a lot.”

“Yes, well - Santa came early.” You stared blankly at him as he shrugged. “I didn’t know what to get so I just got the ones that I dunno, looked the best and had good reviews?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well I guess you get to choose which one you want.”

“Ah, okay. Well this one here also goes up my ass. Which might be kinda nice. Um okay, these two vibrate, but one has a remote…” He flicked his eyes up to yours. “Uhh. And one of those extends down to my taint, I think? Oh, that’s the one Copia suggested. But it should feel nice for you too, you know, if we - yeah. This one is just a silicone dildo. Oh, and this one goes over my balls.”

“The vibrating ones sound nice,” you said, nodding.

“I can’t choose. What if I just…I dunno, use them all?”

“All of them?” you asked incredulously. “Think you can handle that?”

“I guess it’s time for me to be a ho ho ho,” he remarked with a small smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly joke. He never failed to put a smile on your face. You supposed that was why he was your favorite.

You looked back on the events from the days prior that led you into his bedroom for this very exchange. You were making Secret Satan cards for the children’s hospital in the library, making out with each other in between cards, desperately trying not to make any noise while the other Siblings were working or studying - and failing, miserably. He caressed your body with his tail, completely taking you by surprise.

You had made a one-off comment, without even thinking. “Damn, you fuck with that thing too?”

“Yeah actually I do,” he replied, his face stoic but eyes twinkling.

“Hm, I’d like to see that,” you said - again, what were you thinking? This was insane. Plus, he was one of Cardinal Copia’s head ghouls…you really couldn’t afford to distract him. But the holidays were here, which meant the band was getting a lengthy and much needed break. So maybe this was your chance at giving into your desires.

You finished up the cards, stacking them neatly in a pile. You were supposed to be helping the Siblings decorate and Mountain was supposed to meet the other ghouls in the mess hall before Mass. But…you had more important matters to attend to. You had agreed, since this would be your first time with a ghoul and adding a tail in the mix, that he should try a new experience too.

You walked together down the hallway towards the Ghoul dormitories, arms linked as you people watched. There were multiple Siblings hanging up garlands and lights along the corridors and you even spotted Papa Terzo terrorizing some young Sisters of Sin.

“Jingle Balls, suck my balls, make my chimney rise. Oh what fun it is to cum on my amore’s thighs,” he sang, draping tinsel around one’s neck and dangling some mistletoe in another’s face.

“…and I heard Satan’s hells bells on the rooftop, I swear it, I did!” you heard Nihil say to Imperator who merely said “Of course, Papa,” as she led him down the hall towards the chapel.

Finally, you made your way past the hustle and bustle of the busy Ministry hallways to the Ghoul dorms. As one of the top Clergy member’s head ghouls, Mountain actually had his own room. But he shared a wall with Swiss and Dew on either side, who would tease him relentlessly if they heard any goings on in the night.

So you opted for the middle of the evening, when everyone was likely to be at Mass. And here you were, your very first dick appointment with a ghoul.

You both kneeled in front of each other in his bed, and leaned into kiss one another, his arms holding onto yours and his tail wrapping around your thigh.

Fuck, maybe being with a ghoul would be better…it was almost like being held by three hands.

The tail was surprisingly soft, not sharp at the end even though the arrowhead tip looked pointy. It approached you just as softly as Mountain wanted, and you knew he could be just as rough as he wanted to be too.

You ran your hands through his hair, his short dark locks tickling your fingertips. His kiss was passionate, deep. His lips were soft and inviting.

He gingerly moved his tail up your legs, in between them, and slowly slipped the tip between your labia. You inhaled sharply as the fleshy bit met your sensitive bud, pressing on it almost like a button.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

He paused, pulling his tail sway slightly. “You okay?” he said, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeah, I - yeah, no - god, it’s just so…fuck, it feels amazing. Please, do it again.”

“My pleasure.” He re-entered, maneuvering around your folds and finding your slick pooled near your entrance. He poked around, gathering your arousal and sliding it around, back up to your clit and focusing there. “You’re so wet already. Good girl,” he purred. His cock twitched against your leg, bobbing up and down as he slowly grinded against you.

“Should we put a cock ring on you?” you whispered breathlessly, smiling as you nodded towards the bedside table.

Carefully, you helped him put the vibrating ring on. He spread lube on it and his whole member while you warmed some up in your hands and spread it along his perineum.

“Mmm,” he moaned quietly at your touch, closing his eyes.

You clicked the toy to its lowest vibration setting.

“Oh, god! Shit, they weren’t kidding! Ahhh. This is, oh fuck, wow!” His hand flew to his cock, which was bobbing up and down involuntarily.

“And that’s just the first setting. I’m guessing the other toys are a no-go?” you asked, hovering over him still, straddling his thigh.

He let out a sound that didn’t sound too convincing. “Yeeeeah…? Um, this is fine. Actually -” He clicked the vibrator off and handed you the remote for it. “When it looks like I need it.”

“I’ll tease you with it,” you said, trailing your hand along his balls and up his shaft.

“You better not,” he said, biting at your nose and missing as you pulled your head back in time. “All right. First time getting tail fucked. Ready?”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to punch him in the chest. “Yes, I’m ready.” How much different could it be, really? “I’m more concerned for you. You’ve never used a cock ring before, let alone a vibe,” you said, widening your eyes.

“We’ll be okay,” he said. Something in the soothing way he spoke, ugh you could just melt into him.

He leaned back against the headboard, his arm bent behind his head to prop himself up. “Ahhh,” he uttered, hissing, guiding his hand over yours stroking his cock. “Sssoo good.”

He looked you in the eyes as he touched himself, bringing his tail in between your legs again, pushing past your folds this time and going straight for your wet core.

You leaned back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you, moaning as he entered you, tossing your head back as your neck went slack. You straddled his waist, almost like you were scissoring.

You watched his tail slide in and out of you repeatedly, moving in a wave-like pattern with a dexterity that a finger or a cock couldn’t provide.

Your body relaxed and you slid onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, the tip of his tail found your g-spot, and as you shuddered against his legs and let out a guttural sound you didn’t even know you could make, he made an “ah-ha!” sound and you could feel him add more pressure to your spot. All the muscles in his tail flexed, going tap tap tap along your walls. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he said, letting out an amused chuckle. “You’re fun.”

You shook yourself out of a trance-like state, almost entirely forgetting he was there. You forgot he was watching you like you were his own little porno, touching himself to the vision of you before him.

You leaned against his leg, resting your head by his knee. You lazily tickled along his thighs, in between his legs, caressing him, and looking into his eyes as you kissed his inner thigh. You shifted more on your back, arching it, resting one leg on his shoulder so his tail could go deeper inside you. He held onto your ankle by his shoulder, kissing it.

His tail flicked in and out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slipped out of you and up to your clit, massaging it with the tip.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. He tapped it against you in rapid succession - taptaptaptaptaptap - fucking hell! It had to be the musician in him, the quick and agile reflexes. He rubbed the upper part of his tail against your length, before flicking the arrowhead against your clit repeatedly. “Mounty, I’m going to cum! Fuck!!”

He held onto your leg, caressing it, while stroking himself with his other hand. He picked one motion and stuck with it - a firm, but gentle massage on your clit with his tailtip.

Your whole body quivered, your orgasm spilling over. You moaned and clutched onto his leg, biting into his skin to muffle the utterly pathetic moans you know would be coming out of your mouth.

“Ow, shit!” he exclaimed but you could barely hear him.

You bucked your hips against his tail to ride out the last smaller waves of your climax, before settling down again. He retracted his tail from between your legs, and you were left staring at the ceiling for a moment before hearing your name being called over and over again.

“Mmm?” you muttered. “Oh, sorry for biting you.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you were enjoying yourself.”

You nodded feebly, feeling a little pathetic, but utterly blissed out.

“Think you have one more round in you?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not even giving an answer.

He patted the mattress beside him. “C’mere.” He pulled you back up to your knees, which were trembling, between his legs. He held your chin in his hand and whispered, “You wanna know what it’s really like to get fucked?” You nodded in his palm. “Good girl.”

You straddled his waist, hovering over his still erect cock.

“Did you want to use protection?” he asked, leaning over to his drawer to reach inside for some condoms. You shook your head. “You sure?”

You nodded and said, “Yes. Please Mountain, please just fuck me.”

He handed you the ring vibrator remote, but spoke before fully relinquishing it to you. “You hold great power in your hands. Use it well.”

Fucking nerd. You laughed at his corny ass joke and nodded, saying, “Yes sir,” in a fake serious voice.

He leaned over for the lube bottle and spread some all over his hands, covering his tail with it then circling your asshole, getting it nice and wet. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he took your waist in his hands, guiding you over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then sinking you down onto his lap.

Fuck, he felt so good. It was incredible. And very different from the tail. His cock was firmer, building a different kind of pressure but every bit as pleasurable. You both moaned as you sank slowly on him. You moved your hips up and down, already so tired from before, and starting to falter.

His tail wrapped around your ass before teasing and prodding around it, finally slipping in. The feeling, while out of this world, was incredibly overwhelming. You fell down on his cock with zero grace, shuddering and breathing loudly, moaning every few breaths.

“Mmm!” he groaned, grimacing. He said your name through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay, it takes a lot more than your beautiful ass to hurt me,” he said with a smile, kissing your lips sweetly while giving your rear a smack. “Mm? Everything okay?”

“I can’t, Mounty, I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

With zero hesitation, he removed his tail from your rear end and started to pull himself out of your entrance.

“No, no, fuck, please that feels so good. I just can’t, my legs are fucking jello. I need you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” he said warmly. He picked you up, his strong hands grasping your waist as he slammed you up and down on his cock. He pummeled into you from below. “Just relax, I got this.”

“Ahhh, fuck!” you wailed, his tail entering your ass once more, this time without teasing the invitation but instead thrusting in with more force. You let your body slack against his, letting him do all the work.

“Remember your very important job?” he said, eyeing the remote that fell out of your hand.

You nodded, tears in your eyes from the intense sensations ripping through your body. You clicked the button, feeling the buzz of the ring on his cock rub against your clit everytime you fell back down on him. You bared down, grinding against the ring and rubbing yourself along his pubic bone. You clicked the next button, heightening the sensation for you both.

“Oh god - I’m not gonna last,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum. Is it okay if I finish inside you?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said breathlessly.

“You sure? Last chance before I blow.”

“Stop being so polite and just fucking cum inside me!” you shouted.

“Christ, okay!” He groaned as he continued to fuck into you, jerking his hips forward as he shot warm semen inside you, spilling out. He stopped, still holding onto you, burying his face in your chest, breathing heavily. You sat on his cock, the buzz of the cock ring now sitting against your clit. From that and his tail still prodding away at your ass, you came again just a few seconds after him.

“See,” you began, breathing hard and climbing up to him. “When you asked if I wanted to know what it’s really like to get fucked, I swear I thought you were going to use your drumsticks.”

“The thought crossed my mind. So how was it? Any different? Just as good…better?”

“Yeah…like a really wiggly dick,” you answered truthfully.

He laughed boisterously at you. “I always appreciate your candor.”

#the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost bc #ghost band smut #ghoul smut #ghost band ghouls #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #ghost mountain #mountain ghoul x reader #ghost band fanfiction

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copias-fluffy-asscheeks · 11 months

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Cupcakes N' Cuddles

CardinalCopia x reader

angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

warnings: words of self-judgement, mentally drained Copia, !self-harm!, Copias got the big sads, comfort & lots of much needed snuggles, kisses and cuddles.

Wordcount: 2.7K words

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You had a pep in your step. The day was bright, warm and beautiful, an average early spring evening with birds chirping and singing, siblings of sin going about their duties, wandering the gardens, the halls, talking, gigging. The ministry seemed so alive on a day like this, the siblings of sin and overall everyone seemed happy and in a good mood. You had been relieved from your duties of the day, and while running errands you had picked up some red velvet cupcakes from a small bakery in town; ones you knew Copia loved.

Strolling down the halls, dimly lit with the sun setting through the small glass stained windows. Dinner was over, and you were surprised that Copia had not showed; he had taken over the main face of the clergy after the departure and retirement of Terzo Emeritus, and even though he had been one hell of an efficient and eager worker before his big role change, he'd had to work even harder now. To say the least, it had taken a small toll on him. Your usually so gentle and sweet cardinal was now a bit stricter, more snappy and he barely left his office. You could not blame him, it was a big thing for him, and it must have felt like the entire ministry building had just been placed for him to balance on his shoulders.

You had stopped by his office earlier to see if he'd join for dinner in the large dining hall, but you hadn't found him, so you had figured he had finally left that little box to get a well deserved rest.

Walking the halls -small, nicely wrapped box of cupcakes still in your hands- you made it to Copia's room, gently knocking. No response came. He must have been sleeping, so you quietly opened the door, stepping inside. you hung your coat on a little coat hanger he had near his door, taking off your shoes.

Alarm started to ring in your head when you approached his bedroom; small sobs, whimpers and sniffles could be heard, even if barely audible. You placed the cakes down on the nearest table or shelf you saw, moving a bit quicker now.

Not wanting to burst into his room, you knocked quietly before opening the door with the softest creak.

There he was.

On his bed, face muffling his sniffles into his pillow, latching on to the thing as if for dear life.

oh, poor little dove.

You let out a little noise of distress, hurrying over to your dear Copia as he lay there, weeping. At the noises, he weakly picked his head up; his cheeks, the tips of his ears and his nose were red, his hair tousled, his eye-paint smudged and streaked, the same with his top lip paint, and his eyes, -also red- were puffy, he looked miserable.

You were quick to sit next to him on the bed, and he squirmed away from you in the slightest, ashamed, burying his face back into his pillow to hide his sorrows from you; he did not want to pester you with his issues, even if you were his girlfriend. Tough, as soon as you placed a small, gentle hand on his shoulder, rubbing miniature soothing motions onto the cassock he was still wearing, such a gentle yet worried expression pasted on your features, he gave in. He let go of the pillow, moving instead to tug you closer. You sat criss-cross in front of him, and he wrapped his arms around you so tight you thought he might just stop allowing your lungs from moving, but you did not mind. His legs straddling yours are he rested in you lap, face buried in the crook of your neck as you let him sob against you. One of your hands came to cradle the back of his head, the other tracing soothing shapes into his back gently as you coed to him oh so softly.

After quite the while of not talking and just letting him get his comfort from you, you pulled back, still holding him, but just enough to see his face, tear and paint stained cheeks and his runny nose. He looked at you, wide eyed and still sniffling, looking away after just a few seconds, utterly embarrassed; yes, you got to see more of him and his personality then most people did, and he cared so greatly for you, but really, all he needed was to be cared for, even if you cared for him so much, he was too afraid to tell you or anyone about what he actually needed, and now he had let it boil up until he finally burst. He was so stressed, everyone expected so much of him. He was oh such a broken man, he felt like a wreck, but the look you had in your eyes drew him back to look at you, tears rolling freely down his cheeks even as he tired to keep his breathing even and steady.

''Do you want to tell me what happened?'' you offered an inviting and warm smile, the one Copia had grown to love so so so much. The cardinal swallowed, the saliva in his mouth thick, the lump in his throat seemingly wanting to stop his from making any noise at all.

You reached up to his shoulders to give him some sense of comfort and stability, but as you slowly and soothingly but firmly rubbed your hands down to his upper arms, the cardinal let out a quiet squeak before he hissed and pulled away, eyes wide. Your eyes widened in alarm too, wondering how and how badly you had accidentally hurt him. ''Shit, Copia I'm so so sorry.'' You mumbled out, a worried frown on your face before your eyes softened as soon as it hit you. The realization was like the load of a dump truck; you had seen the cardinal undressed many times before, and the very faint scars that painted at some points of his body did not go unnoticed to you, but you did not want to push him and ask questions, you stayed respectful, so you had merely kissed them a couple of times, giving your poor little cardinal an understanding little nod. You felt a tear brick at your eye, but you bit it back; this was about him, not you.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him again and as soon as you did he broke down once more, mumbling out apologies, feeling so so guilty that you had to deal with this.

''Shhh, Copia. If you don't want to tell me it's okay, you take your time, hm?'' you soothed, one hand again cradling the back of his head, running your nails over his scalp in a nice little massage. He gave a shaky exhale before pulling away slightly, wiping his tears and trying his absolute best to stifle the new ones. ''Sorry I eh...'' his voice cracked motioning his hand around his face, staring at your shoulder where his face had been buried. ''The paint.. smudgy..'' he muttered. ''I- I ruined your shirt.'' His voice was a mere squeak, so quiet.

''The last thing I care about is my shirt, right now, Copia.'' you reassured the man, not breaking eye contact. ''Can I see?'' you prompted gently, motioning to his upper arm. Copia's eyes flashed with alarm, but he knew you, and he knew you were not to judge him. A little reluctantly, he fumbled with his cassock, seeing it would be easier he just unbuttoned the top half of his cassock, letting the black fabric pool at his hips on the bed.

There they were, the scars that were barely visible now layered with a couple of fresher ones, a light trickle of blood still flowing from them. You studied them carefully, careful not to touch them as you traced your finger around the slightly red area. His eyes brimmed with tears again, the look in his eyes guilty as could ever be; he felt selfish. He felt that he should not bring this upon you, that this was his fault and his shit to deal with. ''I'm so sorry..'' He whispered, tears once again freely rolling down his cheeks.

You shushed him gently, wrapping your arms around him securely and once again letting him weep into you. You pulled back, placing his pillow back on his lap for him to latch on to as you got up from his bed, looking around until you heard Copia murmur. ''Please don't leave me.'' He begged quietly, and you turned to see him looking at you with desperate hope in his eyes.

''Copia, dear.. Of course not.'' you soothed, shaking your head, saddened by the idea he thought you'd leave him, even in this state. ''I'm just going to grab you a few things and get you situated, yes? We are going to have a nice relaxing night, then you can forget this all happened.'' You offered, and saw another glint of soft hope, and even, if you dare say it, the slightest hint of a happier expression on his swollen and tear stained features. He nodded, and you walked off, out of his room, walking to the shelf you had left the velvet cupcakes for him, taking them in one hand and walking into the kitchen to get him a nice fresh glass of water before trotting back along through his room into his bathroom. You grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water, and reaching in a cupboard for a couple of band-aids.

Copia's eyes lit up once he saw you walking back over to him at the bed with everything you had gathered for him. His heart swelled, and for a moment he was able to forget about everything and just get lost in your kind, warm eyes and actions.

You placed the little box with cupcakes, the band-aids and the glass of water on his nightstand, washcloth in hand and climbing back onto the bed. You motioned the man over, and he obliged without any questions, and you maneuvered him so his head was resting in your lap, giving him another little smile before you dragged the warm, soothing and fluffy washcloth over his features, soothing the red and sore skin, removing the streaking and ruined makeup with the gentlest hands he's ever known. You kept going with that a little longer, even after all his makeup was removed as Copia relaxed into the warm sensation. You removed the cloth after a good while, and the cardinal already looked so much better then he had just moments before. Turning the washcloth around to make sure it was clean and would not cause infection to the cardinal's arm, you motioned him to shift over so you could get a better look at the wounds; they were not deep, and there were not too many of them, but that did not make in any less important of course, you were just happy he had not caused himself too much serious harm.

You gently dragged the piece of damp and warm fabric around his arm, cleaning up the mess and careful not do do anything that hurt. His shoulders visibly untensed and he gave a small sigh, turning to sit back in front of you when you were done. You efficiently put band-aids on the worst ones, patting his back as you finished the work.

''Here, lets get you out of this and nice and tucked in, yeah?'' you raised your eyebrows in question, and Copia squeaked a quiet affirmation as he shifted his hips off the matters to help let you remove his cassock. Once he was down to his boxers he moved to sit against the headboard, tugging the blanket over himself. You sat on the blanket next to him, picking up the water you had gotten him and held it to him, and he gratefully took it with a weak smile, taking the glass and holding it up to his lips and taking a few very big gulps.

''Heh.. Grazie.'' He gave a little nod of his head, trying to reach over you to put the glass back himself, but you took it from him to place it back for him.

''So do you want to tell me what's wrong?'' You questioned, a slight tilt to your head as you spoke, turning back to him.

''I-..'' he was quiet for a long moment before you spoke up again ''Take however long you need, Copia. I'm not going anywhere.''

The cardinal gave a sigh, and you wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders.

''I... I guess.. just.. stress of the new entire.. situation..'' Copia admitted, and it was to no surprise, of course, but you listened. ''I try my best, I really do but-'' his voice cracked, tears threatening to spill over for the many times again tonight. ''I can't.. I'll never be as good as Secondo,, or.. or Terzo, or..''

''Shh, Copia. You'll make a fine Papa, you are doing so good already.''

''But I won't be as good as Terzo, or even Nihil, or..''

''You don't have to be.''

Copia looked up at you, his eyes wide and brimmed with tears. ''What if I fail the entire ministry, who am I if I can't be like them?''

''Simple. You are Copia. My little Copia, and I am so proud of you. You are doing amazing, and you will keep doing amazing.''

He gave a huff of disbelief. ''What if I make mistakes?'' His eyebrows were raised, a free tear rolling down his cheek. Your hand came up to cup it, thumb wiping away the salty tear drop. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he fraught to control his breathing and not take too many hitched breaths of air.

''When, -Not if, Copia- when you make mistakes, I'll be here to help you and tell you about it, and so will the entire ministry. Never ever has there been a perfect Papa, they have all made mistakes, yet they are still seen as great Papa's, because they were. They gave the ministry their all, and that is what matters.'' You confirmed, keeping eye contact until Copia could not bear to look at you. Your words struck him in the best way, and he broke down in tears yet again, his arms snaking around your waist and he buried his face in your chest and shoulder, and you let him sob and hold onto you, raking your fingertips over his scalp.

One he had calmed down a little bit, you reached over to your side and grabbed the little box of cupcakes, placing it on your lap and opening the box. Copia pulled away from you and wiped his tears, sniffling a little. ''I got you a little something in the city today.'' you explained, taking one of the cute cakes and holding it up to his lips. ''I know you like velvet.''

He looked at the little cake you held up before him, a little pitiful smile quirked at his lips. He sniffled ''R-really? per me?'' He questioned. ''Of course they are for you, cardinal.'' Nodding, you waved it in front of his face a little. He reached up and took a bite, and you handed him the cake to eat, also grabbing one for yourself.

You two shared a comfortable silence as you ate, Copia often stealing grateful glances at you, his eyes full of adoration and warmth, and you returned his gaze with the equal amount of what he gave you.

When you finished your cupcakes, you had asked him if he was doing better, and he had nodded, mumbling out quietly how he was doing much better now you were here.

You had now cuddled up together in bed after he had asked you to say, even though you were not planning on leaving him, he was laying cuddled and curled up into your chest whilst you hummed a soft tune to him, caressing his back in little circles and nonsense letters.

Copia looked up from where he had hidden his face in your chest and gave you a warm little smile, he looked sleepy and ready to start snoring any second. ''Dolce?'' he whispered, and you looked down. ''Yes?''

''I love you.''

Your heart melted, even with how many times he had told you that before it felt like a first every time; the first love confession coming from two love-drunk kids, not a high ranking ministry member and a sibling of sin. You placed one kiss on the pointy tip of his nose, then lavished his cheeks, forehead, temples and nose with more, until your mouth met his. The kiss was slow and gentle, and once you pulled away you both had tears in your eyes.

''I love you too, Copia.''

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AN: I don't know what to say about this one- It was a piece of work to write to say the least. Anyway, this will be the first fanfiction I write on here! Ask box is open for any suggestions!

(No more Seestor or Nihil porn for Satan's sake please.)

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus #cardinal copia #ghostbc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal #papa iv #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost fic #papa emeritus x reader

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angellayercake · 6 months

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Papa Emeritus III Masterpost

Pastimes of a retired Papa 1 | 2 | 3 | NSFW | 21,000 words

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New Years Party | NSFW | 8,000 words

Papa III x Fem Reader When your work organises a New Years Eve party to thank you all for your hard work there is only one person you want to take as your plus one.

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OFC x OMC Sam has watched her new best friend fall in love with the man of her dreams but when will it be her turn? We follow Sam on some of her dating adventures and see if she will ever meet her dream man.

Pomegranate Noir | NSFW | 4,000 words

Papa III x Fem Reader Papa Emeritus III knows the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day. Will you be willing to assist?

Teasing kisses | 600 words

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Kiss me just to kiss me | 900 words

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Goodbye kiss | 900 words

Papa III x Reader On the last night before he leaves for tour Papa gives you a special goodnight kiss.

Sleepy kisses | 500 words

Papa III x Reader Sleepy early mornings with Papa.

From this slumber you shall wake | 2,000 words

Papa III x Reader Attending to the Veneration of Relics is a time consuming if boring task for a newly appointed sibling of sin and you can't help wondering what was so special about the Emeritus brothers, especially the Third.

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#terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa iii x reader #terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #my writing #masterpost

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ghuleh-recs · 1 month

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In honor of the wonderful @angellayercake's birthday I've made us all a mixtape of some of her greatest hits (in my humble opinion)! She is such a lovely, adorable, talented, and kind person. It is common knowledge that Cake writes the Terzo of all time. He is a fully realized human person in her work--funny, flawed, and dreamy as fuck. In the list below you'll find incredible characterization, enchanting romance, and smut that will make your brain melt right out of your damn head. Please consider leaving a comment or two as a lil bday gift for our girl! She deserves it ♡

recs under the cut!

Kiss me just to kiss me - Terzo x Reader - G, 900 words

Papa struggles not to let his mask slide in front of a sibling of sin.

Banchetto - Terzo x Reader - E, 22.1k (wip)

Papa Emeritus III is struggling to adapt to his life after the Ghost project but perhaps some good homemade Italian food will do the trick.

Pastimes for a Retired Papa - Terzo x Reader - E, 21.9k

So in my mind the Papas were not murdered they all just moved away from the main base of the Ministry to enjoy their retirement. Primo is definitely in the place that has the best gardens tending to his beloved plants. Secondo moved to a bustling city where he could party to his heart's content. But what of Terzo? Our darling Papa III, so dedicated to the proliferation of the female orgasm. Where would he choose to spend his retirement? You, a stressed and overworked woman who has just been recommended the services of The Ministry's Spa Resort, may be about to find out.

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The perks of working for Papa - Terzo x Reader - E, 1.5k

After a hectic morning Papa asks his assistant to have breakfast with him. (read part 1 here!)

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Attending to the Veneration of Relics is a time consuming if boring task for a newly appointed sibling of sin and you can't help wondering what was so special about the Emeritus brothers, especially the Third.

Pomegranate Noir - Terzo x Reader - E, 4.8k

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 5. spanking

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “naughty list”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ how sad… you ended up on the naughty list, looks like papa terzo will have to ingrain some discipline into you

pairing: papa terzo x gn!reader

a/n: back at it again 🙏 this one is kind of ass because i rushed it.

cw: nsfw content. spanking. bratty reader. brat tamer terzo. degradation. terzo is a lil’ condescending. dacryphilia.

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“you want me to keep doing this? spanking you like the brat you are? hah, i bet you do. this is what you actually wanted the entire time, isn’t it?” —❤︎

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there are times where people have to hold their tongues. certain moments that provoke bratty behavior leads to dire consequences, all because one party decided to fuel the fire with their childish antics. pushing other people’s buttons to get a rise out of them and relish their entertaining reactions.

you’re notorious for being a troublesome sibling of sin. you were always getting caught doing something you aren’t supposed to be doing. sneaking in the ghouls’ dens, stealing food from the church’s kitchen, and blatantly disrespecting the higher-ups, including terzo himself.

now, terzo was a patient young man. he’s always been known to be a kind soul, always treating new people delicately and guiding lost souls among the ministry with the utmost of care. but you, oh you were just a brat that loved to push his buttons.

he knew it was all for attention. who would go out of their way to cause this much trouble anyways? he could see it in those mischievous eyes of yours, he was no stranger to that look.

it was like you were begging for someone to discipline that entitled mindset of yours.

what an attention whore.

but he had to put you in your place somehow.

so as an attempted punishment, terzo pulled you aside for a private meeting in his office to discuss that you’d be staying back during the winter season to take care of the ministry, while the rest of your brothers and sisters got to have the entire month off.

of course, you didn’t take it well. your entire vacation was being taken away! which is what led to the current conversation.

“oh come on! you’re not being reasonable here, terzo.” you complained in an exasperated manner, almost slamming your hands on the desk.

terzo groaned out of frustration and rubbed his temple, sitting back in his seat on the other side of his desk. “i’m sorry, but it’s for your own good.”

he looked down at your annoyed look, and he scoffed.

“and it’s papa terzo to you, sibling y/n.” he corrected, his tone clearly aggravated.

you only glared at terzo’s stern face, having no regards for his authority over you, or for the very fact that he basically had the power to revoke you of your sibling of sin status for your intolerable behavior.

it wasn’t your fault that everyone in the ministry were such snowflakes! rules, rules, rules, nothing but rules. you found them pointless. you came to this place thinking you would have a great, fun time, spreading the word of Him, and making a difference. and yet, you were stuck with such menial tasks that left a bland taste in your mouth. besides, your antics clearly added more life to your mundane routine. now you were actually getting the attention of the other siblings, nuns and even the great papa emeritus the iii himself. it was honestly quite nice. you’ve grown to really like it, being the center of attention. of course, you’d never outwardly admit that, you’d get shunned for weeks on end. especially by papa.

after all, you found it entertaining. you could get such a rise out of the calm and collected papa if you just try hard enough, and your annoying habits were definitely working.

because clearly terzo wasn’t finding it funny if he was taking your vacation away.

but of course, the argument you and terzo had escalated into something more intense and the heated tension between the two of you was almost tangible.

“y/n.” terzo started out, dropping the use of ‘sibling’ to highlight his seriousness. “your attitude has been nothing but a thorn in my side. this punishment is for your own good. be happy i’m being tame on you.”

his voice was strained. you could tell terzo was doing his best not to snap at you and do something really bad. the way he was clenching his fists through his gloved fingers was honestly kind of hot.

suddenly you got an idea.

“awh what? is the big bad papa too much of a coward to properly punish me himself? so he has to go easy on me?” you mocked with a high-pitched voice, a cruel impression on your superior.

terzo’s eye twitched as he listened to your voice, but he didn’t say anything further.

you smirked and stood up from your seat. “you can’t just get up and forcefully discipline me yourself? make me me how to behave? or are you too prim and proper for that kind of roughhousing?”

your words clearly indicated something more provocative, and terzo was definitely getting a rise out of it. he just sat in his seat, his eyes glaring daggers into your chest, but you were unfazed.

“y/n.” he warned. he didn’t know of what, but terzo knew he was about to do something big to you.

“come on now, terzo. do something.” you egged on, only serving to fuel his rage.

“y/n, i’m serious.” terzo stated firmly. “stop.”

you weren’t heeding the warnings at all. you could tell terzo was about to do something.

“what? too much of a coward to actually force me down and obey you?”

“stop.”

“come on, is this the best you’ve got? not so papa emeritus of you now, isn’t it?”

“you don’t wanna do this.”

“do what? speak my observations? i’m only stating what i see; a coward.”

that does it. terzo shot up from his seat and slammed his fists on the desk, making you jolt slightly and look at him with wide eyes.

“that’s it. get your fucking ass over here.”

before you knew it, terzo quickly made his way over to your side of the desk, before forcing your head down on the surface of his desk. he restrained your wrists by clasping them together and pinning your hands on the desk. you let out an audible, loud gasp.

terzo forced a knee between your legs and loomed over you from behind, keeping you bent over his desk. he growled into your ear, his voice clearly agitated while you were frozen with shock.

“now listen here you fucking brat. i’ve been doing my best to be lenient with your bratty behavior, but you are pushing my buttons to the absolute limit. so this time, i’m not fucking holding back.” his voice was dripping with venom, clearly meaning his words.

your eyes widened, but you quickly turned your head back to try and glare up at terzo, mirroring his expression. however, you were satisfied with this. you finally got what you wanted.

“now we’re talking.” you smirked, grin still as cocky as ever.

“shut the fuck up.” terzo scoffed, your behavior clearly ticking him off. “by the time i’m done with you, you’re voice will be so rasped from screaming my name that you won’t be able to talk for a week.”

now that’s a thought you liked.

with a haste desperation for putting you in your place, terzo’s fingers fumbled over the button of your pants harshly. he yanked down your pants quickly, snapping off a button.

“hey—!” you gasped out. ��careful! these are new, asshole!”

“do i look like i give a shit?”

terzo’s free hand came down to smack your ass hard, which was still being delicately protected by the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasped loudly, and terzo’s hand gripped your asscheek firmly.

“i could give less of a fuck about your pants. so stop bitching and behave like a good little whore.”

you didn’t know what compelled you to listen, but you bit your tongue this once and let out a soft whine of protest. terzo clicked his tongue, and you could hear him chuckle, amused by your antics.

his hand fully brought down your underwear, letting the clothing pool around your ankles as it dropped to the floor. terzo cursed in Italian as he saw your bare ass exposed to the world.

“fuck, look at that.” terzo marveled, his hand running over the smooth skin. “looks so nice, i almost feel bad for ruining this perfect ass with my handprints.”

he removed one of his gloves with his teeth. “oh well, too bad then.”

he smacked your ass again, this time harder. you couldn’t resist the choked up moan that escaped your lips. terzo did it again, and again, and again. he wasn’t stopping, and he was drinking up your juicy reactions.

your ass was stinging and red from his spankings, and it seemed that he wasn’t done.

“look at this pretty little ass, completely covered in my red handprints.” terzo cooed mockingly, kneading the flesh with such roughness that it had you squirming underneath him.

“f-fuck you.” you managed out.

“no thanks. we’re not there yet.” terzo chided.

he smacked your ass again.

“you want me to keep doing this? spanking you like the brat you are? hah, i bet you do. this is what you actually wanted the entire time, isn’t it?”

and again.

“for me to discipline your bratty ass, and put you in your place. you just love the attention.”

“t-terzo!”

and again.

“sounds like you wanted my attention all along. what? you didn’t know any other way to get it? so you had to act like a fucking bitch just for this to happen?”

again. again. again. the spankings didn’t stop, and each one only got harder than the last. you moaned with each one, taking each slap until you couldn’t feel pain in your ass anymore.

“hahh.. look at you, a little mess all for me to see, and just from spankings too.” terzo mockingly cooed.

you couldn’t resist the tears coming out of your face from the pain and terzo’s words. he was being so cruel, crueler than you’ve ever been. but it was so fucking hot.

terzo just kept on whispering dirty things into your ear, most of them putting you down for being an attention seeker and a whore.

after a long while, he stopped, and you slumped heavily against the desk. you were shaking and there were even some dried tears that ran down your face.

“aww. were you upset by me? finally getting a taste of your own medicine now, eh?” terzo scoffed out.

his fingers traced shapes in your ass, and you whined from the contact. yep. terzo has definitely put you in your place now, and you were completely at his mercy.

terzo grinned down at you, and pushed his knee further between your legs to further humiliate you, even though you two were the only ones in the room.

but it felt like everyone was watching.

“now, ride my thigh like the attention whore you are. show me how much you want this.”

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ramblingoak · 11 months

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Please, Cardinal

The Sexy Adventures of Cardinal Terzo ~ A series of stories featuring Cardinal Terzo and his adventures around the abbey

Terzo x Female Reader ~ You meant to share your biggest secret with Papa Primo during confession, but unfortunately Cardinal Terzo is there instead ~ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, smut, loss of virginity, fingering ~ 3,300

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“Bless me Papa for I um, haven’t sinned.”

A deep chuckle was the only answer you got at first, but it was enough to make you freeze. That was not Papa Primo’s laugh. He was supposed to be the one taking confessions tonight! You had come specifically to talk to him, you definitely didn’t want to tell anyone else your secret, especially…

“No Papa tonight, sorella. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

…Cardinal Terzo.

This wasn’t going to work at all. You quickly stood up from where you were kneeling by the dividing screen, an apology tumbling from your lips.

“I’m sorry Pa–I mean, Cardinal! I needed to talk to Primo tonight. I’ll go! I’m sorry.”

You turned to leave, but your rosary fell from your shaking hands and you accidentally kicked it under the bench. Groaning you dropped to your knees again and ducked your head under to see where they were. Right when your hand closed around the beads the door to your side of the booth opened, light from the chapel spilling inside and startling you. As you moved to get up your head slammed into the bottom of the bench and you cried out.

“Easy sorella, let me help.” You felt one of Terzo’s hands on the back of your head, the other one on your shoulder and he gently eased you out from under the bench so you could sit. Your eyes were squeezed shut from the throbbing in your head, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Cardinal Terzo always looked so beautiful and put together and here you were about to cry in front of him like a child.

“I’m fine, Cardinal. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You keep apologizing for things when you have no reason to.” He moved a hand to your chin and gently nudged your head up. You blinked your eyes open and like usual felt like melting when you took in his beautiful face. The black makeup around his eyes causing each one to be even more dazzling. Being this close to him, having him touching you, was definitely not helping your crush.

“You’re right, Cardinal. I’m sor–”

“Ah! Not another apology.” You managed a small smile and nodded. The Cardinal moved his hand around the back of your head and you winced when he found the bump you’d given yourself. His hand was warm, even through his leather glove and your veil. You couldn’t help but lean into it a bit. “I think you’ll have a, what’s it called, chicken egg? But otherwise you’ll live.”

“Goose egg, Cardinal.” He clicked his tongue, pulling both of his hands away and settling down on the floor across from you.

“Either way it will probably be sore for a few days, you’ll need to take it easy.” You bit your lip and nodded, looking down into your lap where you had been twisting your rosary beads in your hands. There was an excuse to get up and leave on the tip of your tongue before he spoke again. “Now sorella, why can you not tell me your confession? What makes my fratello so special, huh?”

“It’s not that he’s special, Cardinal. Well I mean, he is special, he’s Papa after all. But my confession is kind of embarrassing.” You glanced up at him, but Terzo just had an eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue. “Especially considering this church and the things we um, we celebrate.” He remained quiet, still patiently sitting in front of you while you worked up the courage to share your secret.

Well, now or never you supposed.

“I’m a virgin.”

You were looking back down at your hands, refusing to look at his face. Sexuality of all kinds were celebrated here and from what you had heard (and witnessed) Cardinal Terzo participated in everything. Now here you were, a Sibling of Sin without an ounce of experience. Your church was founded on celebrating sin, with lust being the favorite, and here you were only having been kissed once in your life.

“Sorella, this is what you were afraid to tell me? Why?”

“Because you’re you, Cardinal and I’m just…” You sighed and gripped your rosary so tight the beads hurt as they dug into your hands. “You’re you and I’m me. I didn’t want you to think poorly of me.”

“Are you trying to say I’m a slut?” Oh shit, your cheeks flamed and you whipped your head up, already stammering out an apology but when you saw his face you groaned. His eyes were twinkling, a smile stretching across his face. Before you could stop yourself you reached out and shoved his shoulder playfully because really, your heart was going a mile a minute thinking that he was upset with you.

“Don’t do that! Please Cardinal, be serious.”

“Sorella, mi dispiace, but it’s not that serious. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. Even here in our church.”

“Cardinal, it’s embarrassing! Everyone is out having orgies and I’m just sitting in my room watching stupid shows.”

“Then go out and join an orgy! This is something I will always encourage.”

You groaned and dropped your head into your hands. ‘Go and join an orgy’ says the man that was probably invited to one every night. He just wasn’t getting it.

“I can’t just throw myself into an orgy when I don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe you should be watching some different shows then.”

“Alright, you know what, I’m going to go.” Forget Terzo and forget Primo, you’d be a virgin forever to avoid talking about this anymore. You started to get up, but Terzo’s hands reached out and pressed down on your shoulders.

“Sorella! Sorella, I’m sorry! I was trying to break the mood, si?”

“It’s lighten the mood.”

“Okie dokie, whatever. What I’m trying to say is, you should not be ashamed of being uh, inexperienced.” His hands moved from your shoulders, running down your arms until they came to your hands. He gently pried your rosary away and set it on top of the bench before holding both of your hands in between the soft leather covering his own. “It’s ok to not want to do these things.”

“But I do want to do ‘these things’, Cardinal. Very much so.” Your irritation at his flippant attitude was gone already and you were back to being embarrassed. He was right, you could watch shows to try to learn what to do. But you’d still have to apply what you watched at some point and when you thought of doing that your stomach tied itself into knots. “I just wish I had someone to show me how.”

Immediately you realized how that sounded and you didn’t dare look up from your joined hands. He had started rubbing his thumbs across the back of yours, a soothing motion normally, but right now it was making your heart beat a little faster than normal. You heard him take in a breath and when he spoke again his voice was a lot deeper than it had been before.

“Would you like me to show you, sorella?” You tried not to nod too eagerly, but yes that was exactly what you’d like him to do. “Look at me.”

You slowly raised your head and met his eyes again, green and white staring intensely back into yours.

“Will you let me guide you?”

“Yes, Cardinal. Please.”

He flashed you a brilliant smile and immediately jumped up, tugging on your hands to bring you up to your feet as well. Terzo brought one of your hands to his mouth and kissed the back of it, smiling again when your cheeks started to turn pink. Your heart felt like it was going to explode just from that quick touch of his lips, how were you going to survive anything further?

“Come with me to my room and let me take care of you, cara mia.”

It was a request you couldn’t refuse, nodding at him and then reaching down for your rosary before he started tugging you out of the small booth. There was no one waiting their turn in the chapel, thankfully. You were also happy not to run into anyone in the halls on the way to his quarters. It’s not like you’d be the first sibling seen following him there, but you wanted this to be just between you.

Your heart was racing by the time he had pulled you inside and closed the door. It continued to race when he led you into his bedroom and your eyes fell upon his bed. You were so distracted thinking about what was going to happen that when his hands came up to start removing your veil you jumped. Before you could apologize he had pulled it off and spun you around to face him.

“There is nothing to be frightened of. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, ok?”

You nodded, your eyes focused on the glittering grucifix attached to the front of his black cassock. He let your veil drop to the ground before taking off his biretta and tossing it aside. His hands began to unwind his belt and then undo his buttons, the fabric falling away from his chest as he went. Your cheeks were probably going to be permanently red after tonight, but it was worth it to see more and more of his chest exposed.

“Should I, uh, should I take my clothes off?”

“Only if you want to, sorella.” His chest was covered with dark hair, your eyes trailed down as his cassock fell to his hips. The hair continued down his soft belly and didn’t stop until it disappeared underneath the fabric still covering him below his waist. “But I would love to see your naked body spread out on my bed. Would you like that as well?”

Oh Lucifer, yes you would.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak so you began to work on removing your clothes too. If he noticed your hands trembling he didn’t say anything. Terzo kicked off his shoes and then tugged the cassock down so it fell to the floor around his feet. You couldn’t help but squeak at the sight of him naked in front of you. At the sight of his cock. You may be a virgin but you weren’t an idiot and you knew judging by how hard he was that he was looking forward to seeing you as well.

The thought of Cardinal Terzo desiring you of all people made your knees weak. Deep down you knew he was probably like that with everyone that shared his bed. For now though, for tonight, you allowed yourself to believe that he was only like this with you. That he only shared himself like this with you. It was a silly fantasy, because in the end it didn’t really matter. You wanted him no matter what. You finished removing your shoes and clothes and let them drop to the floor as well.

“Now wh–” You couldn’t even finish before his mouth was on yours, his bare fingers sliding into your hair, tangling in the strands. Your hands came up to rest on his chest as he tugged you closer. His hair was coarse against your fingers, but it still felt good. His mouth felt even better though as he continued to kiss you.

Terzo began to gently lead you back towards the bed. When your legs pressed into the side he let go of your hair to help you up onto the soft mattress. He pulled his mouth away and climbed on after you, following you like a predator after its prey as you moved back to rest against his pillows. Your lips felt swollen and your skin was flushed all over at the sight of him above you.

He began to lower his head and you licked your lips in anticipation of more kisses, but instead he dropped his mouth down to your neck. His lips were insistent as they moved against the sensitive skin there. When he nipped at your skin you gasped, but he quickly soothed the hurt with his tongue. It was a pattern he repeated many times on each side of your neck and you began to mewl each time his teeth touched you.

You decided to mirror his action earlier and you pushed your fingers into his silky, black hair. Gripping it tighter each time he bit you. It almost felt like you were in control of him, tugging him back for more if you thought he was pulling away. You gasped louder when you felt his cock brush against your belly, your body starting to tremble even though he had barely touched you below your neck.

“Terzo, please.”

He pushed up against your hands to stare down into your face, smiling at how flushed you were. When you started to beg him again he shushed you.

“I want you to feel good, sorella. Trust me, eh?”

After a moment you nodded and he leaned down to press his lips to yours again, this time sliding his tongue between them to tangle with your own. You weren’t sure if you were doing it right, but he groaned when you touched your tongue to his own so you did it again and again. One of his hands gripped your waist briefly before sliding up your chest. When it closed around your breast and his thumb brushed across your nipple you pulled away from his mouth and moaned.

“That’s it, tell me how it feels. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

As his thumb continued to tease your nipple he brought his mouth back down to your neck. He didn’t dwell there for long, soon his lips continued down to your chest before reaching your other breast. When they closed around your nipple and sucked your body bucked off the bed briefly and you were sure the whole abbey heard you cry out.

You lost track of how long Terzo gave your breasts attention. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was hard and aching. His tongue flicked against your other one as he continued to suckle it between his lips. You were starting to feel dizzy from the feelings building up inside of you. One of your hands was still tangled in his hair but the other was clutching the pillow under you like an anchor.

When the hand on your breast left you whimpered at the loss, but he slid it down your body until his fingers brushed against your clit. They began to rub over it immediately and the sensation of that along with his lips still on your nipple had you moaning and clawing at the sheets. Your orgasm quickly crashed into you and you found yourself taking huge breaths as you came down from it.

Your mind drifted for a bit, but when Terzo moved you focused back on him. He had pulled away from your chest, rising up onto his knees between your legs. His lips were swollen, his hair wild and you didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. A small smirk graced his lips, as if he knew what you were thinking and you almost rolled your eyes.

You were trembling as he dropped his hands to your thighs, giving the flesh a squeeze before sliding them up so that his thumbs teased at the hair between your legs. His eyes were staring hungrily at your cunt and couldn’t help but whisper ‘please’ although you weren’t even sure what you were asking for. You wanted his fingers and his mouth again, but you also wanted his cock. You wanted everything he was willing to give you and you wanted it now.

Terzo seemed to know what you were thinking because he didn’t waste time spreading the lips of your sex with one hand so he could rub two of his fingers from the other against your entrance. You had touched yourself before, many times, but this was completely different. His fingers were longer, thicker and he knew exactly what to do.

The longer he spent pushing them in and out of you, stretching you for his cock, the more wild the sounds you were making became. You were whimpering and moaning so much you were having to take huge gulps of air between them. Another orgasm felt so close, but you desperately wanted him inside of you when you came again.

“Terzo, I’m ready. Oh! Please, Cardinal.”

He looked away from where his fingers were disappearing into you and gazed back up at your face. His own face softened by whatever he saw because he finally withdrew his fingers completely. You whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty without them. He didn’t waste any time though, Terzo immediately wrapped that hand around his cock.

It was intense watching him cover himself with your wetness. His hips pumped in and out of his fist briefly and it was the first time you felt like he didn’t have full control over himself. You whispered ‘please’ again, biting at your swollen lips when he rubbed the tip against your entrance. It took another ‘please’ before he finally started pushing in and you threw your head back against the pillow, your mouth open in a silent scream at the sensation.

The initial stretch burned, but it felt good. More than good it was perfect, everything he had done to you tonight was perfect. The drag of his cock in and out of you was amazing. If you weren’t delirious with pleasure you’d be laughing at yourself for how long it took you to get to this point. Terzo was right, there was nothing wrong with being a virgin, but having his cock inside of you didn’t feel wrong either.

It felt really, really fucking good.

His thrusts started to get more frantic and you wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct. Terzo leaned over and placed his hands on either side of your head as he continued to move in and out of you. The new angle made something inside of you snap, your orgasm stealing your breath. You threw your arms around his shoulders and after a few rough snaps of his hips he groaned and buried his face into your neck.

Neither of you moved for a moment, you were surprised to feel his body trembling a bit just like yours. It made you feel good that you affected him this way despite your inexperience. He eventually groaned and pulled away to lay down next to you. Goosebumps broke out on your skin as your sweat cooled and you could feel his release begin to trickle out of you.

“So, do you feel any different?”

You scrunched your nose as you stretched a bit. Some of your muscles already felt sore and tight, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The worst feeling was drying sweat and the wetness between your legs.

“I feel a bit sticky.” Terzo snorted and turned to bury his head in his pillow, his shoulders shaking as he started laughing harder. You rolled your eyes and swatted him on the shoulder. “You asked!”

He rolled back over and propped his head up on his elbow so he could smile down at you. When he didn’t say anything for a moment you raised an eyebrow.

“If you think you’re sticky now just wait until your first orgy.” You growled and yanked the pillow out from under him, smacking him with it repeatedly as he laughed and begged for mercy. “Stop, I’m sorry! Sorella!”

Stickiness aside though, an orgy didn’t sound like such a bad idea to spend the night anymore.

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decadentjellojaloppy29 · 1 year

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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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