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da-rulah · 1 year ago

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Come Home to Me - Secondo x f!reader

Summary: No one ever thought to question why Papa Emeritus II was such a bitter man. People assumed it was a product of his upbringing, of the pressures being an Emeritus brought him. But they had no idea that years ago, he was a completely different man. A man that you so easily fell in love with...

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 10.3k (can I EVER write anything short?)

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST. jealous themes, themes of abandonment, poor childhood, mentions of alcohol addiction, domestic fights, anger, hurt, mild violence, bad break-up, description of panic attack, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3

Secondo doesn't get anxious.

At least, that's what people would think to look at him; the burly, scary, angry looking Papa who would practically glide through the hallways of the Ministry he headed. And to look at him now, today, people wouldn't suggest anxiety be the baseline emotion for him either. But it certainly was; masked by a particularly foul mood, but it was definitely anxiety.

Because he'd just heard from his elder brother, that you were returning to the Ministry.

It had been years since he'd seen you; he'd been a Cardinal then. He'd always been a hardened man, bitter from his childhood of neglect and abuse at the hands of his deadbeat father, but... you had been the softness to balance him out. Until he'd fucked that all up, as he was always destined to do. He always knew his fiery temper would fuck him over someday.

And he'd been right....

8 Years Ago.

"You can't go," he told you firmly, no hint at all that he was willing to compromise on this.

"Secondo, please..." you tried to reason with him, "I have to! This is my job!"

Secondo chewed on the inside of his cheek, shaking his head as he looked down at his gloved fingers picking wool bobbles from his cassock. He stood awkwardly across from you in his quarters, letting you hover near the door as if you weren't welcome in here. The atmosphere felt cold, frosty even.

"You know, it's really rather telling that you would rather go swanning off on some tiny little tour of Europe with mio fratello than stay by my side," he rages, "This new little project of his is bound to fail, you know. It did for our father, it will for him."

Frankly, you were dumbfounded by the idea he thought you'd prefer to spend time with Primo than him. Of course you didn't, but you had no choice. Your job at Primo's side was an important one and not exactly negotiable. Secondo had never mentioned any form of jealousy before now, so why on earth would he bring that up if not just out of sheer spite?

"Ah, your silence says all. You know what? Go. Go ahead. But do not expect me to wait for you, Sorella."

"W-what... what do you mean?" you asked, tears welling up in your eyes.

"You want to disappear for months on end with Primo? Fine. But I have needs, and I cannot be expected to wait for your return. I will not become some idiota with blue balls because his girlfriend is too busy fucking his fratello in another country."

"You really think... what the fuck is wrong with you?!" you shrieked. How dare he. "Secondo, if you loved me at all you wouldn't even think of doing such a thing. And you'd trust me enough to know I would never!"

Secondo scoffed, turning in his place and heading towards the small liquor cabinet he kept in the corner of the living space. He wrenched open the door and pulled out a bottle of whiskey along with a tumbler, and poured himself a small drink.

You stood and watched him, tears now silently trickling from your eyes. You couldn't understand why he was reacting like this. You'd been happily in a relationship for almost ten years, celebrated so much together. But ever since he became a Cardinal, he'd been overworked, stretched thin by the clergy and reminded consistently that he was only second best to his eldest brother. Secondo by name, Secondo by nature, he had confided in you numerous times. He had a bitter side to him, you knew that. It had been present his entire life, a product of a neglectful childhood.

But he'd never, not once, projected that side onto you. Until becoming a Cardinal, slowly imploding on himself at the weight of the pressure put on him.

"It's one way to establish yourself, I'll give you that. Quicker than sleeping with a mere Cardinal, eh?" he chuckled, devoid of humour and instead laced with venom. Had he... really just insinuated that?

"You don't mean that."

"Do I not?" he asked, arching an eyebrow with a vile smirk. He quickly necked the drink in his hand, hissing at the burn of it down his throat that he'd come to relish more and more lately. He was soon pouring himself another.

"My job requires me on this tour. It's eight weeks, Secondo. That's all. Sister Imperator said-"

You were interrupted by a sudden smash - Secondo had thrown his half full glass against the far wall of his living space. It splintered into shards, leaving a splatter against the fading wallpaper. You felt droplets of it hit your arm, a few splinters of glass reaching too without harm. You flinched naturally anyway, both at the sudden noise and the feeling on your skin.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IMPERATOR SAID! IF YOU LOVED ME AS YOU SAY YOU DO, YOU WOULD STAY WITH ME. BY MY SIDE. NOT HIS!" he screamed, storming towards you and grabbing your arms by your sides. You stiffened in fear - he'd never laid a hand on you before. "You say you love me, and yet, you abandon me."

"N-no... I'm not-" you were shaking in his grasp, your eyes wide and words failing you.

"If you go, I will never forgive you."

You stared at him, your reddened eyes wide with fear and desperation. You were stuck... You had to go, you had no choice. Being fired from your job would mean the end of your residency at the Ministry and you would lose everything. But go, and you lose Secondo.

He was overreacting, and you weren't sure why. Did he truly believe you were trying to sleep your way to a top seat within the clergy? Did he really think you'd run off with Primo, given the chance?

"I... I love you..." you whimpered, voice shaking and quiet as your lip trembled. His piercing monochrome eyes searched yours, waiting for you to tell him you'd stay. But you couldn't. The Ghost Project needed you, and Primo needed you. You had no choice, but he couldn't see it that way.

Without a word, he shoved you backwards, letting you stumble to keep your balance as he stepped back, picking up the open bottle of whiskey from where he'd left it.

"Just go," he snarled, taking a drink from the bottle, before storming into his bedroom and slamming the door, your body jolting from the sound as you stood and broke down on the spot.

Not going, you would lose everything. But going... you had lost him.

Those eight weeks on the road were hell - and not the Hell you had been promised.

Secondo hadn't spoken a word to you after you'd told him you were going. Your relationship was over the second he slammed that bedroom door. You spent any down time you had hiding from the world, crying into the last scrap of his clothing you had snuck from his things that still smelled like him.

You would wonder constantly what had changed in him, why suddenly he couldn't see past his bitterness and had thought so little of you. He had ignored your phone calls, your letters... He had stewed in his anger and his growing alcohol dependency, buried his sorrows in anyone who would consent, and driven himself into the ground until his younger brother, Terzo, had decided enough was enough and harshly forced him to face his reality.

But it was too late.

As soon as you had come back from your first tour with The Ghost Project, you had put a request in for a transfer to an Abbey across the country. You had been hurt too badly, the thought of having to see Secondo in the halls, leading sermons, hosting seminars had burned in your chest. Primo had tried to talk you out of it, but your mind was made up and solidified only by the look of dismissal Secondo gave you when he'd seen your face for the first time during Mass.

The grief you felt was not only for your relationship, but the man you once knew and loved so deeply. He wasn't him anymore; and you couldn't watch him live in indifference while you were so incredibly heartbroken.

Within a week of your request, you were packed up and on a bus to a much smaller, more quaint Abbey in the midwest, where you would help to lead a congregation as a Sister of elevated importance.

Over time, your wounds healed. You dated, albeit in brief stints. You devoted yourself to the church and rose in the ranks of your own volition - not because you had opened your legs to a Papa or higher ranking clergy member, as had been predicted by your former lover.

You were doing well, focussed on you and your congregation.

Secondo, however, had never been the same since you left.

As if he wasn't already an angry and bitter man, he became insufferable in the years following your departure. Sure enough, Terzo's intervention had managed to quell the alcoholism, but it had done nothing for the anger that consistently simmered at surface level at his father, his brothers, his childhood... but mostly at himself.

He'd never been able to forgive himself for the way he had treated you; the only good thing he had ever had in his life, and he managed to torture you slowly, like a child plucking the wings from a butterfly before delivering the final blow. Even when he'd seen you for the first time after the tour, he couldn't look you in the eye.

Then he'd never seen you again.

Now that Primo had told him you were coming back, your latest promotion to the highest ranking sibling beneath Sister Imperator herself bringing you back to the Ministry and the headquarters of the Satanic Church, he was petrified.

He wanted to run. He wanted to hide. Given the option, he'd abdicate from his position with immediate effect and live out the remainder of his days in a cabin in the Italian Apennines. But that wasn't an option, and he had to face this.

He had to face you.

Sister Imperator had called a meeting of the higher Clergy to welcome you back, and to explain your place in the Ministry to those you'd be working closely with. That included Papa Secondo.

Papa.

When you'd first heard that news, you couldn't help the small smile that had tugged at your lips. He'd always wanted that title, always deserved it. You were happy for him, glad to see that he was where he rightfully should be.

But when you saw him for the first time in that meeting room, sat in his chair at the head of the table, that happiness had dissipated. Fear and dread had filled you, a pain in your chest you thought you'd got over long ago. But the scowl on his face told you the feelings he had toward you were still just anger, spite, bitterness. And no matter how much time you'd had to heal, that scar still pulsated and burned in you.

You remained professional, hardened much like Imperator. You had to be. If you showed him how weak he still made you feel, your authority might be brought into question. You'd worked too hard for that.

As the meeting adjourned, the table got up to leave and you along with it, until you heard his deep and commanding voice from the end of the table.

"Sorella _______, I ask you stay for a moment."

You froze, too frightened too look back at him, too weak to tell him no. Primo and Terzo, who had both been sat on the opposite side of the table to you, shared a look that read as 'oh, shit...' before their glares fell on their brother. Secondo ignored them, shooing the rest of the clergy out of the doors.

Nobody said a word, simply leaving quickly and quietly until you were alone with Papa.

A moment of silence passed between you both; Secondo had so much he wished to say to you, so many apologies and regrets he'd practised so often in the last eight years but they all vanished when your eyes fell on his. He saw the fear in them; it reminded him of that night.

"I... It's... You look well."

That was it? That was all he could say to you?

You drew in a deep breath, allowing yourself a second of composure before clasping your hands together in front of you and masking your disappointment and hurt with a business-like demeanour.

"As do you."

"How have you been?" he asks, although it's cold and merely to fill a silence.

"Busy. Yourself?" you mimic his tone; you'd rather be anywhere but here right now.

"Troppo (me too)."

You nodded. "Congratulations. 'Papa'... what you always wanted," you forced a smile, gesturing at the robes and mitre he adorned.

"Ah, sí, sí..." he kicked at the titles at his feet, shuffling as he stared down at them awkwardly. "Sorella, I-"

"It was good to see you, Papa," his head snapped up at the use of his title, it sounding foreign and wrong coming from you. "Now if you'll excuse me..." you dismissed yourself, bowing your head to him slightly and gathering your notebook and pen before making your way out of the meeting room. Secondo stared after you, lost with his apology he'd finally found and mustered up the courage to deliver still dangling from the tip of his tongue.

Re-familiarising yourself with the Ministry's halls was hardly needed as you traipsed through them late into the evening. But that had just been an excuse...

In fact, what you were truly doing was torturing yourself with the ghosts of a past life. It was as if you could see them, plain as day; the ghostly figures of a young and fresh faced Sister of Sin with a smile that beamed so bright, and of a young Bishop, his face free of deep set wrinkles and the permanent scowl the world knew today.

They run through the halls ahead of you, hand in hand. Her laughter bounces from the stone walls as he tries to shush her, stifling his own laughs and the grin across his face. You followed them, chasing the memory through the halls.

Rounding the corner, they stop outside of a door. The young Bishop pulls the Sister close to him, tumbling back into the doorframe with a thud and another string of stifled giggles. His palm caresses her cheek, a look of pure adoration in his mismatched eyes before he leans in, pressing his lips to hers as she melts into his embrace against the door.

He reaches behind him, turning the doorknob and the two spectres disappear through the wood, the door remaining closed and leaving you alone in the empty corridor.

You kept staring after them, tears heavy and building in your waterline. Your hands trembled at your sides, a nauseous feeling settling in your stomach as you remembered so clearly the night those ghosts ran through the halls together, spending their first night alone and in each other's arms in secret.

From what you knew, he still lived in the same suite. The door you stared at still belonged to him, and the likelihood was he was in there right now.

A part of you ached to talk to him. You wanted to know what had changed him all those years ago, still craving answers to questions long since forgotten. But part of you knew it was a conversation not worth having; after all, what good would it do now?

Footsteps echoed from the opposite end of the end hall, stomping on the stone as they drew closer. You ducked behind the corner, barely peeking from your hiding spot as Secondo drew closer to his quarters, that scowl still etched onto his face when he pulled his keys from a pocket beneath his robes. Before unlocking the door, he hesitated, pressing his forehead to the wood and shutting his eyes to take a deep breath.

You allowed yourself a better view, peering out from the corner to take in the look of exhaustion, of sadness on his features as he leaned against his door. Pain seared through your chest, flashbacks of that exact expression from years ago flooding your memory, from times where the world would get on top of him and threaten to crush his shoulders with the weight they added.

You were the only thing that could comfort him then. Nothing else would work – you wondered what he did these days to ease the ache. Little did you know, nothing could.

He’d mask it well, yes, and attempt to bury it deep down beneath layers of a personality that wasn’t totally his, but the fact remained he was still just so sad beneath it all.

Secondo straightened himself up with a deep breath, and pushed the key into the door turning to unlock it. You sighed quietly to yourself and turned to leave out of sight, but Secondo stiffened, his head whipping around to the corner where he caught the back of your head as you turned. He’d heard that sigh, known who it belonged to instantly.

“________?” he asked, his voice softer than you’d have expected, like anything above a whisper would have you darting down the corridor never to be seen again.

You froze in place, aware he can now see you but unable to move. You don’t want to face him. You don’t want to run from him.

“Wait, don’t... don’t go,” he whispered; something he wishes he’d said to you the day you’d left the Ministry instead of hiding in a pit of his own self-loathing and self-pity. He thinks you’re going to run; but you can’t. You’re just... stuck.

He doesn’t know what to do, just staring at the back of your head as his heart rate raises and his breath quickens. He’s panicking; he knows that. He’d learned what a panic attack was in the days after you’d left the Ministry; like a heart attack.

You heard him behind you, the sound of his panic as words failed him. Your head whipped around to see him stood there, clutching his robes over his chest as he stared wide eyed at you. You’d never seen him like this, and it frightened you.

“S-Secondo? Are you... are you alright?” you asked, rushing to his side on instinct, yet stopping yourself just a few feet away from him with your hands outstretched. You weren’t sure if you should touch him, if you should cross the boundary that not only he, but you had put up so long ago.

“C-can’t... can’t breathe...” he panted, leaning against the stone doorway and squeezing his eyes shut.

Get him inside, make him comfortable, your inner voice told you. You looked to the side, seeing his keys still dangling in the lock and turned them for him, pushing open the door to an empty and cold apartment that sent such a wave of nostalgia through you it could have knocked you clean onto your ass. But you shook it off, reaching for Secondo’s shoulder and gently guiding him through the door.

“Sit down,” you instructed softly, reaching for the light switch behind you, your arm working on muscle memory alone. You didn’t have to think about it, no time in the current predicament. Secondo stumbled to the couch, sitting down with a thump and leaning back into the pillows while you shut the door and made your way over to the kitchen.

Reaching for the cupboard you knew had glasses in – nothing had been changed since the day you’d left – you picked one out to fill with water, then coming down to his level and kneel at his feet to remove any feel of intimidation standing before him would have brought.

“Secondo, hey...” you caught his attention, his white eye opening to look at you through his lashes. “Can you sit up for me?”

He took in a deep lungful of breath and sat himself upright, his forearms coming to rest on his knees as he hunched over. His breathing was erratic – some deep and long, some short and staccato. He was trying desperately to regain control, to not come across as weak in front of you but he feared you being in front of him was truly the reason he was so breathless.

He always did used to say you took his breath away...

“Here, drink.” You held up the glass in front of him. He stared at it for a moment, his eyes still wide and panicked. “Papa, please...”

“Don’t... D-don't call... me that...” he told you, but he didn’t sound angry. He sounded tired, mostly, between the panicked breaths. You chose not to argue for the time being.

“I’m sorry... Still, drink. It'll help,” you promised, raising the glass again.

He took it from you, gulping a third of the glass down and swallowing with a loud exhale. The irregular pattern calmed considerably, the cold of the water cooling the heat that had risen to his face and chest in his panic.

“Good... See? It helps. Now just... breathe with me, okay? Copy what I do,” you told him, taking in a deep breath and counting to four in your head as you did so. He copied you, no questions asked, no arguments; just breathing in as you did. After four, you slowly began to exhale, counting to eight this time. He copied you again, his exhale a little shaky as if his lungs were clawing at his exhale, trying desperately to hold it in.

You repeated the pattern a few times, holding eye contact the whole time. He seemed to be searching for something in your face, any hint of hatred, anger, resentment... but nothing. His panic eased when all he found was concern, and the same softness he remembered so fondly. Able to find no negativity in your expression, he could relax and give your breathing technique the room to work and calm him down.

“Mi dispiace. I... I don’t know what came over me,” he says, embarrassment and sadness in his tone. He wanted to hide again, staring down at the glass in his hands instead of at you, sitting quietly and awkwardly on your knees in front of him.

“No, it’s... fine. I’m just glad you’re alright,” you smile awkwardly, shuffling back and standing, dusting the non-existent dust from your knees. “I’ll see myself out,” you said, turning around to leave, “Just rest for the eveni-”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes focussed on the wall by the front door.

The wallpaper had never been changed in all those years, the colour of the pattern worn and yet, there were small rips in the paper, tiny grooves carved into the wall and a very distinctive faded brown stain.

Your eyes zeroed in on it immediately. It wasn’t particularly large, or even that dark against the wallpaper but you couldn’t help but notice, and your chest tightened.

“Ah, I uh... have been meaning to redecorate,” Secondo chuckled from the couch behind you, with no humour at all. His tone was different to earlier that day in the meeting room; that cold indifference had vanished, as if the curtain had fallen and his mask had dropped. He was too weak to put up a front, too tired of playing the resentful scary Papa character.

You turned to look at him, a slight look of pity mixed with something akin to longing that he tried to ignore for his own sanity. It would do him no good to delude himself into thinking you might have missed him as much as he had missed you in the last eight years.

“But then... I suppose it served as a reminder,” he shrugs, averting your gaze and taking another sip of water where he sat.

“Of what?” you asked, fragility to your voice. Secondo sighed, meeting your eyes again.

“The biggest mistake I ever made.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between you, his eyes watching you closely as you shuffled in your spot.

“Do you... get panic attacks often?” you asked, trying to divert attention away from that conversation. You weren’t sure if you were ready to have that just yet, if ever. Why cut into a healed scar?

“Not anymore, but... I used to. After you left,” he said matter-of-fact, no hint of accusation at all. “It used to start as shortness of breath like this,” he waved his hand in the air to illustrate his point, “but eventually, I suppose, I had to learn to breathe without you.”

Tears welled in your waterline, and you had to look down at the toes of your boots to flush them away.

“I’m truly, so incredibly sorry, amore mio...” he whispered, willing you to look at him, to hear him finally say what he’s wanted to for years.

“W-we don’t have to... do this...” you stuttered, holding back a sob as a tear fell to the floor where you stared at your feet. Hearing him call you that again... If you weren’t careful, it would consume you. Secondo didn’t miss your tear, his chest tightening when it hit the floor.

“No, per favore... Let me say this, I need to get this out,” he begs, standing to move towards you, his hands outstretched like he wanted to take yours in them, to hold onto you as he apologised. You whipped your hands from in front of you and took several steps back.

“That’s not fair,” you scolded, “you need to get this out? What, to clear your conscience? So you can feel better?” you accused. Your anger wasn’t unwarranted, he knew that. But he could see how much what he’d done had affected you – still affected you. The guilt ate him alive. It would always eat him alive, no matter how many times he apologised.

“No, I just... I didn’t want to hurt you, I want to make it right!” he pleaded. You shook your head with a smile at his audacity.

“Make it right? Now? After eight years?” you scoffed.

“Well okay if I can’t make it right, just... bearable. Per favore, amore mio!” The nickname slipped from his lips without thought; it still felt natural to him. You were still his ‘love’ after all – you never stopped being that. But hearing it again for the second time that evening was like the venomous sting of a scorpion’s tail to your heart.

“Stop calling me that, you lost that right,” you cried, having to bite your tongue from unleashing all of your anger, all of your hurt on him.

“I... I know. Mi scusi...” he quietened his voice, looking down at his hands in shame. His shift in demeanour stunned you into silence, your chest heaving with uneven breaths as you calmed yourself from the point of near-eruption. “You should be angry at me.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “Thank you for your permission,” you spat.

“Where do we go from here?” he asked, looking up to meet your eyes finally. His looked strained, tired. Even disguised by the paint, he seemed weary and frail. “Can I say anything at all?”

You mulled it over in your mind, running in circles. Was there anything he could say? Would you listen to anything right now, or were you too riled up to care about his excuses? The younger you, the you who loved him so deeply all those years ago was dying to get the answers she craved. She reached out to you from your past life, desperate for closure, just to understand no matter what those answers were.

“You can tell me why.”

Secondo’s brow furrowed. “W-why?”

He seemed scared, like he hadn’t expected this but how could he not? What was the point in him apologising if neither he nor you knew why he was apologising, what his 'sorry’ was for?

“Yes. Tell me why. Tell me why you suddenly thought so little of me, that you genuinely believed I would try to sleep my way to the top. Tell me why you were so adamant I was choosing your brother over you. Tell me why you turned into a bitter and twisted shell of the cardinal I adored. Tell me why you chose the bottle over me when you came home at night. Tell me why you ever doubted how completely, soul-destroyingly in-fucking-love with you I was!” you screamed at him, getting louder and louder with each passing syllable and pointing an accusatory finger at him as tears of rage freely flowed down your cheeks.

“Because it was easier!” he yelled back, meeting your gaze, “It was easier than watching you leave with him! I was jealous, sí, because everybody always chose Primo. Ever since I became a Cardinal, I was told that was as far as I could go, that was it for me! Primo was the golden boy, he was Papa, he was going to find a wife, have a kid and that kid would be Papa and where would that leave me? Cast aside, again, as always! Fuck, even Terzo got more attention for his damn looks than I ever got for my hard work, my devotion!”

You shrugged and stared at him incredulously as he yelled. “Why was any of that my fault?” you screeched.

“B-because you... you were choosing him too!” his chest heaved, and for the first time ever you saw tears in his eyes too, glinting off the light of the room. “I needed you, ______. You were the only one who saw me for who I was, and you chose him too!”

You tried to protest in anger, shaking your head and taking a step towards him to defend yourself but he continued before you got the chance.

“Nihil... he always said I would never be Primo. But as Cardinal, I was expected to do everything for him. I lived in his shadow every... fucking... day. It drove me mad...” he looked up at the ceiling as he screamed through grit teeth, trying to let gravity defy the building tears, “And then Papa was to go on tour again, to bring back the Ghost project and perform for thousands of adoring followers and I was to sit here and wait for the only person I’ve ever loved to forget me and fall for him like the rest of the masses...” He was sobbing in anger now, forgetting the fight against the onslaught of waterworks and giving in to the pain he felt.

“I never... I never thought you slept with him. Not really,” he admitted. “But I was told over and over it was only a matter of time... And I believed them. So, you ask me why? Because it was easier to believe you had already fallen under his spell and remove myself from the equation, than to watch it happen while I was still by your side.”

You were stunned into silence, watching the man you believed for the last eight years had become void of emotion spill every single one he’d buried spill from him. He’d never told you any of this, not once expressed any resentment to his elder brother. And Nihil... you wanted to ring that old man’s neck.

“I just... I got lost, amore. The more I drank, the worse it got. The bigger the disappointment,” he’d stopped shouting at you, his voice strained and quiet, “You started to hate me, and I took it as proof of my suspicions that you would someday leave. And then when you did...” his voice cracked, the words sticking in his throat. He sank to sit on the edge of the couch, defeated and weak. He removed his mitre and held his head in his hands, quietly sobbing with cloudy black tears from his makeup dripping to the floor.

You stood awkwardly playing with your fingers, wiping your own tears away with the back of your hand as they fell. Your lip trembled holding back a breakdown. Now, you were beginning to understand the weight of the responsibility he’d bared back then, of the pain of his dismissal and rejection throughout his life. It still hurt you deeply that he couldn’t see past it to know you would never have chosen anyone over him – but at least you understood.

“Terzo got me clean after you left,” he said, sniffling and raising his head but still unable to look you in the eye. Instead, his gaze focussed in on the corner of the room, at where the liquor cabinet used to sit. You followed his eyes and noticed it wasn’t there anymore, now an empty corner he’d never filled with anything else. “But it took a long time. I knew what I’d done, but... I didn’t want to face it. I’ve been so angry at myself, amore. Angry at everyone, but never at you.” He looked you in the eye then, “it was never your fault.”

“No, non è vero, fottuto idiota, (no, it wasn’t, you fucking idiot,)” you seethed, taking a deep breath and shaking your head. Secondo chuckled humourlessly. Oh, how he’d missed you scolding him in Italian.

“Sí, sí... fottuto idiota,” he sighed, dragging his palms down his face and smearing his tears with his paints. He looked down at his gloves, smeared with grey stains where the white mixed with the black, and he chuckled again. “Sono un disastro, no? (I am a mess, no?)” he said, holding his hands up briefly for you to see the mess before he removed both gloves, dropping them to the couch beside him. You scoffed again, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips; but you hid it from him, looking down at your feet again. “In more ways than one, I have always been a mess. But it was never your job to clean that mess up.”

“Didn’t stop me from wanting to,” you told him. You looked up again, now that the almost-smile had faded, “I loved you more than you ever realised.”

Secondo nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “My biggest regret is not seeing that at the time. I’ll never know love like that again...”

You tilted your head to the side in pity, scanning the man before you who looked and sounded so much more broken than you could have imagined. You had no idea this was affecting him still to this day, no clue that the angry persona you’d left behind hadn’t just created a bitter old man who’d forgotten what he was bitter at – he was, in fact, bitter and angry toward himself. He’d never forgiven himself.

But how could he? How could he ever forgive himself for what he’d put you through, for treating you like he did. He was disgusted by himself, but in true Emeritus fashion, he didn’t know how to deal with his emotions, and it spiralled out of control. This was his personality now, a figurehead to be terrified and intimidated by.

You remembered how he could be though. Those figures you followed through the halls earlier that evening, that had guided you back to Secondo’s front door just when he’d needed you; they reminded you, however painfully, that there was a time when he was happy. Both of you were so happy.

“Do you remember the first night I spent here?” you asked him after a few moments of silence, raising your arms to hug at yourself, enveloping yourself in a protective shield in case this train of thought went terribly awry and you needed your defences up.

Secondo looked up at you, his brow furrowing in confusion. You continued, giving yourself no time to back out of your train of thought, and no time for him to reply.

“Sister Imperator had almost caught us in the gardens. We were making out, behind one of the bushes when we heard her heels on the cobbles...” you laughed. Your smile was so beautiful to him still, just like all those years ago when you’d met eighteen years ago. It infected him, tugging at the corners of his own lips as he smirked and let his mind wonder back to that night.

“Sí, I had hair...” he chuckled.

“We ran... we just, ran...” you sighed, smile widening as you took a small step towards him. “You dragged me through the halls until we stopped hearing her heels.”

“The old bat could never have kept up with us.”

“No...” you laughed. “You kept shushing me, as if you weren’t the one making me laugh.”

“As much as I enjoyed your laughter, amore, you were going to blow our cover,” he teased. “I believe I had no choice but to silence you... if memory serves me.” His smile faltered as he remembered that kiss in his doorway, leading you inside his quarters for the first time, spending the night entangled in and bewitched by everything you.

What would he give to kiss you again? What would he sacrifice for a chance to hold you in his arms one more time?

Everything. Anything.

“Eighteen years passed by so quickly,” you sighed. “I always thought I would spend the rest of my years with you...”

“Sí... anche me... (yes... me too...) I took you for granted, amore mio- oh...” he caught himself, a sinking feeling in his chest, “Mi scusi... I must stop calling you that.”

Guilt settled in your stomach for the way you’d scolded him for that earlier. Truthfully, you desperately wanted him to never stop calling you that.

“You... you don’t have to... stop, I mean,” you stuttered, twiddling your fingers and avoiding his eyes. When you did look up at him through your lashes, you saw the look of confusion in his features, and the faint flicker of hope in his eyes.

“But... I thought you said-?”

“Y-yeah I did, I just... I was angry,” you shrugged, folding your arms protectively again, as if literally shielding your heart.

“Are you not angry now?” he asked gingerly, gently ‘poking the bear’ as it were.

“Yes... No... I am, but...” you stopped yourself, sighing and dropping your arms by your sides in exasperation. “I want to be. I want to be so angry at you. I want to hate you and scream at you. Hell, I’d punch you if I could but...”

He stood then, taking a step forward. “But what, amore...?” You met his eyes, biting your lip as he took another small, yet significant, step towards you. Could you say it? Were you brave enough?

“If I’m angry, it’s because I still care, isn’t it?” you asked rhetorically, “I’m angry because... because I still love you.”

Time stood still for Secondo. His heart pounded in his ears, his chest tightening at the admission that you – sweet, wonderful you – still loved him, despite the hell he had put you through.

He acted on impulse, no coherent thought process registering. Closing the distance between you, he pulled you to him by your waist, desperately pressing his lips to yours. As if you had expected it, you immediately melted in his hold, your eyes fading shut and lips encapsulating his in submission. You were tired of hating him, tired of being angry. Being honest with yourself, you had only ever wanted to be in his arms again since that night he told you to leave.

Finally, here you were.

His bare hands grasped at the fabric of your habit like he was clinging for life, dangling over a gorge only you could pull him up from. You felt much the same, your fists balled in his robes pulling him to you by his chest. Your lips fit together as they always had, moving in nostalgic synchronicity. You felt alive again, synapses in your brain firing in every which way and alighting the spark you’d let dim to nothing but an ember until now.

Secondo pressed his forehead to yours when he parted from you, his eyes remaining shut while he coped with the racing of his heart. It wasn’t until he raised one of his hands to cup your cheek that he realised your cheeks were wet with fresh tears.

“Amore...” he breathes, tickling your lips below his, “I have loved you every single day of the last eighteen years...”

You don’t bother holding back the sob that jumps from your chest – you couldn’t if you tried. Secondo’s thumb swept over your cheek, wiping away the tears as he shushed you gently. Your fists, balled so tight in his robes, had started to shake as your bottom lip did.

“I-I’m scared, Secondo... If I let you in again, I-I couldn’t... couldn’t handle losing you again,” you wept.

“No, no no no amore mio, I wouldn’t be so foolish. Not again. Per favore, credimi... ti amo (Please, believe me... I love you,” he begged.

“Sí, credo che tu, (yes, I believe you,)” you told him, your lips finding his once again and fists pulling him impossibly close to you. He huffed a sigh of relief into the kiss, his fingertips ghosting over your jawline gently despite the desperate nature of the act.

You tilted your head to reach a more comfortable angle; one where you could run your tongue along his bottom lip, begging for progression. He submitted with no hesitation, allowing entry with a low hum from deep within his ribcage. The hand around your waist squeezed at your hip as your kiss deepened to desperation.

Breathlessly you pulled apart from him. “This is where I’m supposed to be,” you told him firmly with a sob, slamming your fist to his chest, “this is home.”

“Sí, amore,” he gripped your wrist, holding your fist tightly against him, “come home to me.”

You crumbled then, your knees buckling as you wept into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving in to his own sobs as he held you upright. He pressed his lips to your forehead, peppering kisses across your face wherever he could reach until finally he found your lips once again.

Truly, his arms did feel like home. You hadn’t felt so complete ever since the last time he’d held you, an emptiness you’d tried to fill with work and frivolous relationships but nothing and no one could ever fill the void he’d left. Now you were home, you wouldn’t dare let go again.

You’d never kissed anybody so desperately in all your life, bruisingly desperate in fact. Your lips pressed and moulded together so hard, it was bordering on painful – yet nothing could have been more painful than the last eight years. No, you needed this. You needed him.

“Take me to bed, Secondo...” you mumbled into his lips. Secondo stilled, his hands coming to sit at your waist and pushing you back; not even half a step away from him, yet you already missed the warmth of his chest along with the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

“Amore, I don’t wish to rush you...” he spoke cautiously, his eyes scanning your face. “We don’t have to go there tonight...”

There he was; for a split second, you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of the man you’d fallen in love with eighteen years ago... His paints vanished, his deep-set wrinkles smoothing out, his hair tucked and poking out from beneath his Bishop’s biretta. That same kindness, that care and cautiousness of the night he first brought you to his quarters...

He’d said the same to you then, ever so chivalrous at all times but you knew then as you knew now – you were ready. You needed him.

Slowly, you raised your palm to his cheek, noting the strange feeling of his paint-covered skin on your fingertips. You traced the lines where the white met the black, smudged together in places where his tears had streaked down his face. It amazed you how much the years had aged him, what the stress had done to him and yet, he was just as handsome to you as the day you’d met.

“I think we’ve both waited long enough, caro,” you smiled, relishing in the way his brow softened, and his eyes glinted with happiness. He brought his hand to yours, holding it in place as he turned his head to press kisses to your palm. He laced his fingers with yours turning to the direction of his bedroom and leading the way. Once inside, Secondo took a step away from you.

“Un momento, amore. There is something I must do...” he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, letting go before he stepped into the bathroom to the left. You could hear the faucet squeaking as he turned it, the unmistakable rush of water hitting the porcelain sink below.

In his absence, you couldn’t help the way your gaze wondered as you remembered the details around you. The furniture remained unchanged but worn slightly with age, the shine of the dark wood not as prevalent as it had been. The bookshelf in the corner was still covered in tiny knick-knacks and ornaments, some of which you had bought him. One still sat on his nightstand; a small statue of Baphomet depicted as he traditionally was. On the other nightstand – the side that used to be yours – sat the same deep green glass vase you remembered, all the shine gone as it sat empty and covered in a layer of dust.

That vase used to never sit empty, fresh flowers in it constantly. Secondo made a point of it, always replacing the flowers before they could wilt too much with different varieties all the time. He loved how it would make you smile, how you would bury your nose in the petals to smell the latest additions. Seeing it sat so sad and empty stung a little, but you understood.

So enthralled in your journey down memory lane, you didn’t notice the end to the running water next door, nor the footsteps of the man coming to stand with his chest to your back as one arm snaked around your waist, the other tilting your chin up to look back at him so he could press his lips back to yours again.

You turned in his arms, sinking into another slow and passionate kiss. When you raised your palms to his cheeks, you distinctly felt the smooth skin now void of the greasy and smeared paints. This was how you remembered him; not with the full skull paint and certainly not smeared with tears and despair. He removed his paints for that very reason.

Secondo removed your veil from your head, letting your hair fall around your face in that beautiful way he always loved. Within seconds his fingers were threading their way through your roots while his other hand held you tightly to him by your hips. It was all too easy to lose yourself to his kiss, quickly becoming more needy as time ticked by.

He made sure to move at your pace, though. It wasn’t until you started to undo his shirt buttons – his robe removed and folded in the bathroom moments ago already – that he even attempted to undo the zipper at the back of your habit. It wasn’t until you kicked off your boots that he did the same to his loafers. It wasn’t until your hands scrambled for the belt around his hips that he let it slip from your shoulders and pool at your feet. It wasn’t until he was stripped bare by your frantic hands that he allowed himself to unclasp your bra and drag it down your arms, followed by your panties that hit the floor with the rest of the hastily removed garments.

He was too frightened you would startle easily, realise what you were doing and suddenly slap yourself with the reality that you still hadn’t forgiven him, and run off feeling embarrassed and angry. He needed to give you the space to run safely, if you needed to.

But as you had already told him – you were going nowhere. He was certain of that now.

Now completely exposed to each other, there was nowhere to hide. The warmth of his bare skin under your palms sent a thrill through your body, already responding to the way his fingertips dug into the meat of your hips as he kissed you with a new fervour.

With your hands cradling his jawline, you stepped backwards, bringing him with you until you were able to sit on the edge of his bed, shuffling back while he crawled over you. It was too easy not to separate your kiss from each other, in tune with one another enough that you could move as one. You felt the pillows behind you, laying back and bringing him with you as he settled between your thighs.

Already, you could feel him pressing against your core. You ached for him, desperate to have him. It was as if there were pulses of arousal flowing through your body and accumulating at your core, where heat had begun to pool.

As much as Secondo wanted to dive in, to take you as he once had so many times, he knew this was not a moment to rush. Instead, he focussed his efforts on trailing his lips down your jawline, following the curves down your neck and collarbone as his palm kneaded at your breast opposite his mouth. Slowly, he savoured the velvet smoothness of your skin on his tongue, taking your nipple into his mouth while your back arched up into him in pleasure and anticipation.

Secondo had missed these little noises you would make. The mewls and whimpers as he brought you to the brink of desperation; he adored them. If he himself hadn’t missed you the way he did, he could spend hours working you up to release. Another time though, perhaps. If you would want another...

The hand that kneaded at your other breast snaked its way down between the two of you where his length was resting against you at the inner junction of your leg and hip. He allowed his fingertips to brush over himself only for a moment, before he dragged his middle finger through your glistening folds and circled your clit once, twice...

You gasped under him, hips chasing the high and in turn grinding into his hardness which earned a deep moan from him against your breast. He could feel you were ready for more, drifting his finger to your entrance and starting with just one as he pushed inside, feeling your warmth envelope his digit. His cock twitched against you at the feel, like a silent plea to be buried inside you. All you could do was hold him against you, an arm around his waist and one around the back of his head forcing him flush against your body.

From the way you rolled your hips against his finger that slowly but surely curled over and over inside you, Secondo knew you needed more, and so alongside his middle finger, he slid his ring finger too. The way he curled them both inside you had your eyes rolling back in your head – he always was good with his hands, and just as he could then, he could read you like an open book, reciting verses of pleasure and passion from your pages.

He began to move them inside you, readying you for him. As the seconds ticked on, his need to sheath himself inside you grew increasingly hard to ignore, his hips grinding into you from above. His lips found yours again, abandoning your breast in his frenzy to be close to you.

He overtook your senses; all you could do was see him, hear him, smell him, feel him, taste him. You decided in an instant that was all you wanted for the rest of eternity. Just him.

You needed more of him, all of him, and so you lifted your legs from the mattress, spreading your thighs wider in a way of presenting yourself to him to hopefully, finally, fill you with more than just his fingers. Secondo growled against your lips, his resolve crumbling. His hand slipped from inside you and instead came to grip the back of your thigh, pressing it back to give him the room to easily slide his member through your folds, effortlessly catching his tip on your entrance so that slowly, maddeningly, he could push himself into you.

For a moment, neither of you could focus on anything other than that feeling; of filling you, of being filled. Both of your jaws went slack, moans spilling from your lips and mingling in the millimetres between you. When Secondo was fully enveloped in your heat, his forehead met yours while he gathered some form of composure. He could feel his chest tightening, the wounds of the last eight years stitching themselves back up. He let out a sob through gritted teeth, and whilst you too were completely enthralled in the overwhelm of emotions, it was all you could do to console him in that moment.

“I-I’m here, caro. I’m right here,” you reassured him, your fingers tracing patterns across the nape of his neck. He had to take several heavy, deep breaths that puffed his cheeks up on the exhale each time before he could even bare to look you in the eye. When he did, he found nothing but love in them, your irises swimming with it.

“Ti amo, amore mio...” he repeated, his voice cracking with emotion. You smiled at him, such softness in your features as a prickle of tears glistened in your eyes.

“I love you too, caro.” You always had. You pulled him to you for another kiss, quickly falling under his spell once again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him as his hips started to sluggishly roll against yours, dragging his length through your heat achingly slow. Both of you needed to savour that feeling, one you had missed out on for so long.

As your tongues danced together, so too did your hips, meeting in the middle as the two of you picked up a comfortable pace, effortlessly working together to drag the groans and whimpers from the other.

Neither of you were under any illusion that this would last particularly long, despite dragging it out to relish it at first. But the longer you stayed banded together, the harder it was not to give in to the pleasure, to that familiar heat coiling in both of your abdomens.

Secondo squeezed the underside of your thigh as his cock twitched and kicked inside you, begging for a release he was trying too hard to stave off. Your walls fluttered around him, rippling and sending jolts of electricity through you. Your bodies worked together, keying into a frequency you had only ever been able to register together. Nothing and nobody else had ever come close to understanding either of you. It was the two of you; it was always supposed to be.

“A-ah!” you cried against his lips, squeezing your eyes shut while your body dangled over the edge of a sensational orgasm. “S-Secondo...”

“Ooh, say that again, amore. Let me hear you...” you asked, ready to let go at the sound of his name from your lips once more.

With a few more thrusts you gathered the strength you needed, opening your eyes to meet his beautifully mismatched ones and holding his cheek as you moaned his name one more time for him.

“Secondo...”

That was it for him. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried, his cock spilling inside you and his thrusts becoming erratic. You could feel him inside you, length pulsing and warmth spreading that triggered an almighty break in your body, orgasm ripping its way through you. The shouts of pleasure the two of you made together sounded like a symphony to your ears, and the both of you gripped onto each other for dear life as if this were a dream, and you might wake up at any moment.

But neither of you disappeared; no puffs of smoke, no fading into the darkness. You stayed in each other's arms, coming down form your highs and catching your breaths while the weight of the world seemed to drift from your shoulders. That baggage you’d been carrying for years, the pain and hurt... it didn’t exist in that moment.

You weren’t kidding yourself into thinking that everything was perfect, and you could instantly go back to playing happy families with Secondo; not at all. But that moment? That was perfect. It offered you a relief of your woes that you’d needed for so long. And now, instead of bottling up your emotions, the two of you could begin to heal. Really heal.

It would take a lot of work, probably some shaky moments; hell, maybe even some therapy for the both of you but for the first time in eight years, you felt peace.

Home. This was home.

A sliver of golden sunlight shifted slowly down the wall as the sun rose outside, pouring in between the curtains that hadn’t been drawn completely closed the night before. Eventually, it hit your eyes like a blindfold, waking you with a squint and a grumble as you flipped onto your other side to avoid it.

The white spots in your vision cleared after a few moments, and you found yourself staring at a bed that wasn’t yours. At least, not anymore. It once had been, shared with the love of your life.

And yet, he was nowhere to be seen, the sheets on his side wrinkled and haphazardly strewn aside. You sat up slowly, wiping the sleep from your eyes and holding the deep green sheets against your bare body. Even the bathroom door was wide open, no sign of him at all.

For a moment you almost convinced yourself last night had never happened, but even you couldn’t deny the evidence of being sat completely nude in Secondo’s bedroom. Perhaps he’d had second thoughts about what had transpired. Maybe it was too much too soon.

It wasn’t until you looked around at the room and your tired eyes fell upon your nightstand – or at least, the nightstand that was once yours – that you relaxed, a warmth spilling through your chest and raising goosebumps on your skin.

Your vase shined in the sunlight, newly polished and casting a green imprint on the wall behind it. Inside it, a fresh bouquet of queen of the night tulips with splashes of white jasmine offsetting the deep purple. You could smell the jasmine from where you sat, a favourite scent of yours.

Secondo regretted nothing of last night. He, much like you, saw that as your fresh start – as fresh as the bouquet before you. He felt the same relief as you did, the same hope for some kind of future together.

Staring at the flowers, a smile spread over your lips you couldn’t contain. Part of you knew why that vase had sat untouched and empty since your departure. Secondo bringing it back to life again the moment you came back to him was all the reassurance you needed that you were welcomed home with open arms.

“Primo will be angry when he sees the stalks in his garden,” Secondo chuckled, breaking the silence as he leaned against the doorframe looking devilishly handsome with his skull paint fresh and crisp, his black shirt tucked into his slacks and cinched with a belt. His arms were folded over his chest, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. A smirk played on his face, enjoying the look of shock in your features when your head whipped around at his sudden voice.

“You didn’t...” you scolded playfully.

“Oh, I did amore...” he smiled, pushing off from the doorframe and coming to sit on the end of the bed in front of you. “Let him be mad. He will understand in time.”

A comfortable silence settled over you as he lifted his hand to brush your bed hair from your cheek.

“You were always most beautiful like this, dolcezza,” he spoke dreamily, taking you in in the morning sun, wrapped in his sheets with messed hair and a bare face. Your eyes fluttered shut, chasing the feeling of his fingertips. You let yourself enjoy the blissful silence for a moment, but one of you had to break it eventually.

“We’ll need to work on this, Secondo. All that time... we can’t erase it in one night,” you told him, bringing your knees up to rest your arms and chin on shyly.

“Sí, sí, quite right. It’s only a start, amore. I will prove things are different, te lo prometto (I promise).”

“I don’t doubt you, my love,” you smiled, reaching out for his shirt collar and pulling him gently to meet your lips in a soft, gentle kiss to seal his promise.

A promise you knew he would fight both heaven and hell to keep.

Major thanks to @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading once again! There's no tag list for this one since this is a request from two people that got out of hand... I hope, dear anons, you enjoyed this!

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IX

A/N: Don’t @ me if you can’t actually make a multi-way call on a rotary phone! Reader uses ✨satan magic✨ to make the aesthetic work lol

All chapters here <3

•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

“Yes!” You exclaimed to yourself when you were handed a package by the Mail Ghoul, smacking a kiss right onto the cheek of his cold metal mask, leaving a glossy lip print that surely had the Ghoul blushing and swaying his tail in excitement. You had online ordered a brand spankin’ new bikini, and it had finally arrived. Thanking the Ghoul and closing the door to your room, you impatiently tore the package open, holding up the scandalously tiny scraps of black fabric.

Smirking kittenishly, you hopped onto your bed, laying on your stomach and dialling a few numbers on your ornate black vintage rotary phone.

“Hello?” Mable answered.

“Please hold!” You chirped, patching in another call.

“Hey girlie, what’s up?” Lilith picked up next.

Soon, you had all your girlfriends on the line, chatting while you kicked your feet back and forth on the bed and twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

“Sooo, the sleepover the other day was really fun.” You started.

“Yeah, I bet it was, with your little plaything there.” Emily laughed. “I can’t tell if you kinda like him or if you’re just leading him on for the fun of it.”

“Ooooh, we should speculate on that! Maybe cast bets?” Ava giggled.

“Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of my eyes rolling.” You smirked, giving nothing away. “Anyway, the reason why I called is because I just got my new bikini in the mail! Anyone fancy a beach day?” You asked excitedly.

A chorus of thrilled squeals came through the telephone, and you had to hold the receiver a little away from your head to keep from getting your eardrum blown out.

“You always have the best ideas!” Ava gushed.

“We should invite Rob! I’ll call him right after this!” Emily decided, and this time you hoped the sound of your eyes rolling wasn’t audible through the phone.

“There’s only one problem…” Mable spoke up. “Who’s gonna drive us? It’s shopping day and some ghouls took two groups of siblings to go into town. So they’re using both cars. She explained.

“I think I can get us a ride.” You smirked.

“Oh don’t you go asking that stupid Cardinal!” Emily pleaded, but you were already dead set on your decision.

“Don’t forget sunscreen!” You grinned mischievously, dropping the phone onto the hook with a click!

•𖤐•

A devilish smirk found its way onto your face when you spotted Copia strolling down the hall towards his office. He wasn’t wearing his biretta today, and you wondered if it was because you told him that you liked his hair at the sleepover. You skipped up to him, startling the man by tapping his shoulder.

“Oh! S-Sorella!” Copia gasped, wide eyes nervously darting all around, finding it difficult to look you in the eyes, especially since the kiss at the sleepover.

You just looked so beautiful; Copia didn’t want to get all hot and bothered, and it felt as though he really didn’t know how to act around you. You kept reeling him in with your sweetness, intoxicating him by lavishing your gentle attention on him, but whenever the poor man would start to get comfortable, you’d do something to keep him on his toes.

At the sleepover, you had called him out twice for having a boner, which, admittedly, the Cardinal felt very ashamed about. You’d called him a pervert and made him feel bad, yet you continued to stay near him and even cuddle with him during the movie. Your words didn’t match your actions. He couldn’t tell if you were calling him ‘Rat’ as a pet name or an insult. You were giving poor Copia mixed signals that he didn’t know how to decipher, and the more the dwelled on it, the more confused he got.

“Hi Cardinal.” You coyly twirled a lock of your hair around your finger. “Um, I have a question?”

“S-si?” He asked, swallowing nervously.

“Do you have a car?” You enquired.

“Eh? W-well ehm, y-yes I do.” The Cardinal answered. “Perché?”

“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask but, could you drive me to the beach?” You pouted, and Copia just couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes as you batted your lashes at him.

“Of course, Sorella.” The timid man nodded.

“Oh, you will? Are you sure??” You asked, and he nodded again, a pitiful little smile creeping onto his face at your excited disbelief.

“Thank youuuu!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Copia’s cheeks burned, his body stiffening, gloved hands shakily daring to rest on your waist.

“You really come in clutch, don’t you, Cardi?” You teased, pulling away just enough to look at the man while your hands smoothed over his chest, toying with the hem of his pellegrina.

Copia averted his gaze with a shy little chuckle, staring down at the floor.

Curling a finger under his chin, you lifted his head to meet your gaze once more, intimidating the poor little mouse by silently studying him for a few moments.

“Come have lunch, then we can go.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the dining hall.

“O-okay..!” He followed you like a pathetic puppy dog, blushing furiously as you held his hand.

•𖤐•

“It was like… so weird.” Lilith remarked.

“So she kissed him?” Rob asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, but only because Emily dared her to.” Ava clarified.

“Yeah but… She, like, straight up made out with him for a minute. With way too much tongue.” Mable winced.

“Well why’d you even dare her to do that in the first place?” Rob asked, crossing his arms. It looked as though he was upset that he wasn’t there to protect you.

“She told me to give her a gross dare so I did!” Emily defended herself with a shrug. “It’s not like I dared her to swallow rat man’s entire tongue for fuck’s sakes! I thought she’d suffer through a quick peck and move on.”

“Okay but get this: afterward, she even asked him if it was his first ever kiss and he said it was! He’s fifty years old! And he’s never been kissed! Let that sink in!” Lilith giggled.

“I believe it! I mean, have you seen the guy?? It’s not like the ladies would be lining up to kiss that.” Rob laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“I know right? It was so weird though because then she was all over him during the movie.” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Yeah but it was a horror movie, and you know how she gets. When we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre that one time, she was constricting around me like a serpent!” Mable pointed out.

“I think I’d rather get jump-scared all alone rather than have to cuddle with that pathetic old loser.” Emily snorted, causing Rob to laugh.

“Nema to that! He’s such a little creep about it too! I think I even heard her calling him a perv!” Ava added.

Lilith gasped. “Eww! He was probably getting off on it! He probably had a raging bon-”

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You didn’t let go of the Cardinal’s hand until you had pulled him into the chair next to you as you sat at one of the long tables with all of your friends. You caught the tail end of the group’s conversation, and you could tell they’d been gossiping about you and Copia. You wished you’d been there to hear the full thing; you would have paid actual money to see Rob’s reaction when he was told about you sharing a heated kiss with the rat man.

The table went quiet, your friends clearing their throats awkwardly and looking amongst themselves.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?” You mischievously enquired, taking one of the honey brioche buns out of the basket on the table and buttering it.

“Well, nothi-” Ava murmured, averting her gaze but getting interrupted by Rob.

“Oh hey, lover boy!” He greeted the Cardinal condescendingly. “Did you enjoy getting your jollies from that pity-kiss? Must have been some first, huh?” He sneered before turning to you. “Did you wash your mouth out with bleach, afterwards? Or maybe rat-poison?”

Copia’s breath caught in his throat. Poor thing, his face was as red as the raspberry jam on the table. His dichromatic eyes were pitifully wide, mouth hanging open in utter surprise while the humiliated flush on his cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears like wildfire. He was hurt by Rob’s words; it wasn’t like that at all! He wasn’t getting his jollies from you. It wasn’t his fault that his body reacted so strongly to you; he really did feel terrible about it, but he just couldn’t help the effect you had on him.

You let Copia flounder for a bit before having mercy on him, swooping in to save him.

“Be nice, Rob.” You tutted, gently running your fingers through the soft hair at the base of Copia’s neck, as if he was your little pet. “Co-Co’s the one driving us.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, grumbling quietly while the Cardinal‘s wide gaze snapped up to you upon hearing your cute nickname for him.

“Well, do you guys wanna go to the beach or not? Because Cardinal and I can always just go by ourselves.” You offered casually.

“Aw come on, sweetcheeks!” Rob laughed. “I’m sure your little rat can take a joke, right?” He asked, holding his hand out to Copia.

Like a good sport, the Cardinal nodded, reaching to shake hands, but Rob only scoffed and pulled away just before Copia could take his hand.

“Too slow!” He laughed.

Your poor Cardinal meekly folded his hands in his lap while your friends snickered, congratulating Rob on his cruel trick.

“Could you pass me the cherry jam please?” You asked, giving Copia a little nudge.

The blushing man nodded, nervously reaching for one of the jars on the table and sliding it over to you, his eyes repeatedly flicking to you before staring down at his lap once more.

You opened the jar, tsking in disappointment. Strawberry.

Taking a little spoonful, you turned to Copia. “Does this taste like cherry to you, Rat?” You asked, a bit condescendingly, hooking a finger in his collar to pull him closer as you fed it to him.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm at his mistake.

“M-m-mi dispiace, Sorella!” He stuttered apologetically, scrambling to get you the correct jar.

“Thank you, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly at him, dipping your spoon into the tart cherry preserves and holding it up for the man to taste.

With pathetically wide eyes and a quick self conscious glance at your friends, Copia nervously accepted the spoonful, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a drip of the glassy red liquid.

You made a little show out of licking the rest of the sweet cherry nectar off the spoon, and from your peripheral vision you could tell your friends were all staring, unsure of how to react. A wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, not missing the way Copia’s flush deepened as he watched you lave your tongue over the spoon he’d just had in his mouth.

“Mmm so sweet, isn’t it?” You hummed, gazing at your Cardinal while he nervously nodded, stammering out a quiet agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna go get changed and I suggest you all do the same too.” You stood from your seat, placing a hand on Copia’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“S-si, I-I go and, ehm, get the car and- S-si.” He affirmed.

“Don’t forget your swimsuit!” You reminded him in a sing-song voice before slipping off towards your room.

Not wanting to be stuck alone with your friends, Copia awkwardly got up and scurried off to his room.

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You slipped on your brand new bikini, smirking in the mirror at the perfect fit before putting some summer clothes on top. You pulled on your Widow Rat cropped tank top, some black cut off shorts, and your chunky black platform sandals, the ones with the cobweb detailing and the spider ankle clasp. Of course, you had your usual black nail polish on your fingers and toes, and the look couldn’t be complete without your grucifix ankle bracelet.

You grabbed your black beach bag, throwing in your black and white striped towel and coppertone sunblock, snatching your batwing sunglasses on the way out the door and placing them on top of your head.

You strolled to the grand main door of the ministry, meeting your friends who were also all dressed in summer clothes, Rob even holding a black and white beach ball under his arm. You chatted for a while until you heard the sound of keys jingling and clattering to the floor, and you knew your little disaster Cardinal was near.

You turned, seeing the man pathetically fumbling to pick his keys off the ground while balancing a boombox on his shoulder. You grinned endearingly, your eyes sweeping over his form. And he was wearing a different getup for once! You’d only ever seen him in his cassocks, but now he was wearing some sort of burgundy track suit with a t-shirt underneath that said VVLGARI. He had on a different pair of black gloves, ones you suspected he used for casual occasions like this, yet he still wore his dress shoes which looked quite awkward with a sweatsuit.

“Oh, we can listen to music on the beach! Good thinking, Cardinal!” You chirped, and Copia’s nervous expression softened at your excitement. He set the radio down, his painted eyes flicking up and down your body, biting his lower lip at your exposed midriff, arms, and bare legs.

Copia swallowed thickly, trying not to gawk at you like a creep. Smoothing his fingertips over his moustache, he cleared his throat. “I-I- ehm, I like y-your, eh-” He stammered, gesturing to your chest.

“My what? My breasts?” You asked in coquettish confusion.

“N-no! T-that’s not what I-”

“You don’t like my breasts?” You pouted, batting your thick lashes and looking hurt.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm; he hadn’t intended to insult you! “No no, I-I do! V-very much!” Goddammit, now he was sounding like a creep! “Er-! I-I mean! T-that is not what I- ..I mean- I wasn’t t-trying to, ehm- W-well, what I was t-trying to say, eh-”

You crossed your arms in amusement, watching him struggle to keep his head above water.

“M-mi dispiace, Sorella, I was t-trying to say that I liked your t-t-t-”

“My what, Rat? My t-t-t-tits?” You teased him further, taking a step closer to the poor, distressed, pitiful man.

“Y-your top, Sorella!” Copia finally got it out, red-faced and out of breath from being so tongue-tied.

“Oh! My top!” You giggled in realization, glancing down at your crop top and the image of the rat on it. “Thank you, Cardinal.” You grinned at him, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. Of course you knew what he’d been trying to say all along. Satan, you had the idea to wear that top because of him, because you knew he’d like it. But there wasn’t a more delicious sight than watching poor flustered Copia strain against his own nervousness.

“What a weirdo…” Emily murmured to your friends, shaking her head disapprovingly while the others exchanged whispers of hushed laughter.

“I, ehm- I will go get la macchina..” Copia fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie for a moment, stealing another timid glance at you before heading outside.

You and your group followed and waited on the front steps of the abbey, basking in the warm sun while he went to get his car. In no time, Copia was pulling up in his white 1969 Buick LeSabre, and you all put your bags and the cooler of drinks in the trunk.

“Slick ride, Rat.” You smirked as you slid in shotgun, pressing up against Copia on the bench seat. Lilith got in next to you, while Mable, Ava, Emily, and Rob squeezed into the back.

“G-Grazie..” He blushed, gloved hands tightening their grip on the wheel as you placed a hand on his thigh, under the guise of steadying yourself to make more room for Lilith.

“You can always sit back here if it gets boring up there.” Rob offered.

“I think it’s pretty tight back there.” You turned him down with a smile.

“You could sit on my lap.” He suggested.

Copia’s worried gaze quickly snapped over to you. He felt selfish and foolish for thinking it, but he really didn’t want you sitting on Rob. Copia knew from first-hand experience what would happen, because when you had sat on his lap in the car, the poor Cardinal got so worked up that he came in his pants!

“Thanks, but I feel perfectly comfortable right here.” You replied, daring to rest your hand on Copia’s thigh once more. The Cardinal exhaled shakily in relief as you put his worries to rest. With a timorous little smile at you, he started the car and your road trip to the beach had begun.

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Driving was smooth and streamlined due to the clear and open road. A comfortable silence had fallen upon you all, so you occupied yourself with gazing dreamily at the Cardinal as he drove.

He was a surprisingly good driver, and seeing the sweet man like this only caused your hot passion to swell for him even more; the way he attentively checked his mirrors, eyes wide and focused on the road, licking his lips every so often. You wished you could lick his lips again. Ever since you kissed Copia at the sleepover, you’d had the most insatiable craving for his delicious lips, inexperienced as they may be. Perhaps you’d make out with him again, this time with the clever excuse of letting him use you to practice kissing. He’d feel so terrible and ashamed of himself; a kind young thing like you piteously having to do charity work for a pathetic 50 year old virgin. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin. Oh, how you longed to nip at him and tease him and overwhelm him with your affection.

You sighed softly, biting your lip and studying the man’s delicious profile; his sharp sideburns, thin moustache, the lines on his face. His pointy, rat-like nose caused the corners of your lips to curl into an endearing little smile. Copia always had a pitifulness about him, but it seemed to be accentuated in this moment as he concentrated on driving, his eyes flicking over to you every so often.

You leaned forward to pop open the glovebox, deciding to snoop around to pass the time. Copia watched as you poked around through his things, finally discovering his music stash. You looked over the selection, grinning at the 1960s Italian tunes, an ABBA tape, and- unholy shit, is that-

“No way! Repugnant and Acid Witch??” You held the tapes up ecstatically. You rifled through more of the cassettes, noticing that your sweet little Cardinal’s music taste was actually very heavy.

“I didn’t know you were a metalhead, Rat.” You giggled, reaching over to pinch at his cheek.

The man smiled bashfully, a pink blush causing his freckles to become more prominent.

“You, eh, you like that?” He glanced at you before flicking his eyes back to the road.

“Satanas, do I ever!” You sighed dreamily. “They’re two of my favourites! I’ve literally gotten noise complaints from blaring Acid Witch late at night. And I think I annoyed everyone by replaying that one random ‘yeehaw’ in Voices of the Dead.” You recounted with an amused giggle.

“Ah! Si, si, I always liked that part!” Copia chuckled. He was genuinely relaxed for once, nearly all of his nervousness melting away. He was delighted to discover that you shared his taste in music. Oh, he could feel himself falling even harder for you. And the fact that you were speaking to him like he was a real person meant the world to him. Poor Copia was so used to people brushing him off at best or insulting him at worst, so it was beyond refreshing to have a conversation where someone wasn’t constantly making backhanded jabs at him. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically spoke with him, inching a bit closer to him on the bench seat and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It felt as though your friends weren’t even there; hell, the whole world faded into the background as he grew more comfortable with you.

For a moment, Copia even dared to think that he kind of felt a little bit cool. He was- what did the young people call it nowadays? Vibrating? Yes, he was vibrating with you!

“I’m surprised you don’t like something a little more melodic. You know, something you can actually fuck to.” Rob chimed in with a sniff. He had attempted to play it off as a joke, but a slight annoyance was detectable in his voice, no doubt from the fact that you and the Cardinal were hitting it off so well.

“On the contrary! The very best love-making happens when death metal is playing.” You smirked.

Copia’s breath hitched in his throat as he did a triple-take at you, his lips parted and cheeks furiously flushed as he gaped at you for a few moments before having to tear his eyes away and stare at the road again.

“I think the Cardinal would like to agree, but he’s a little too inexperienced on the matter.” Rob sneered, causing your friends to erupt into laughter, covering their mouths and playfully swatting at Rob in congratulations for his joke.

Aaaand there it was. Relaxation? Gone. Coolness? Not even in his vocabulary. Thanks to Rob so kindly pointing out his pathetic virginity, Copia was now back to being the ashamed, humiliated loser whom everyone made fun of. He didn’t even look over to see your reaction, too scared to find you stifling giggles.

After a few moments of silence, you twisted the cap off a water bottle to wet your whistle. However, after taking a drink, the small piece of plastic slipped out of your fingers, bouncing and rolling and finally falling somewhere under the seat.

“Satan in Hell…” You grumbled, handing the opened bottle to Lilith next to you.

“Oh- Ehm, do you want me to-” Copia began to offer, but you only shook your head.

“No, just keep driving, I’ll feel around for it.” You replied, bending down and hooking your arm under the seat.

In fact, you were bending down so far that your head was right in Copia’s lap, your cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. The man’s mismatched eyes were as wide as cherry pies as he stole a panicked glance down at his lap, already feeling himself growing aroused.

You fished around for the cap, huffing in annoyance when you couldn’t feel it. You reached deeper under the seat, burying your face in Copia’s rapidly hardening cock.

The Cardinal prayed to Satan that you wouldn’t be able to feel his growing erection pressing firmly into your face, and he resisted the urge to grind against your cheek, his breaths beginning to quicken as his heart hammered in his chest.

“What are you doing??” Emily asked.

“Ew, it looks like you’re sucking him off.” Lilith laughed, catching Rob’s attention in the backseat.

“I dropped the stupid water bottle cap and I’m trying to feel around for it.” You murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Copia’s sweatpants, your words sending vibrations of pleasure through him.

Oh, you looked gorgeous like this, so gorgeous with your head buried in his lap, your tresses of hair flowing all around. The man’s cheeks were on fire as he tried to keep himself calm, tried to steady his breathing. The last thing he wanted to do was cream himself, but it was so difficult when he kept picturing you pleasuring him with your sweet mouth.

Just when the Cardinal felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore, your fingertips finally grasped the cap and you sat upright once more.

“Got it!” You held it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the bottle. You caught Copia’s gaze, smirking kittenishly at him as mischief twinkled in your eyes.

The Cardinal swallowed thickly, attempting to stabilize his trembling hands on the steering wheel. This was only the car ride. How in Satan’s name would he survive the beach?

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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gravehags · 8 months ago

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Hello!!

Would you be willing to do a NSFW continuation of the Cardinal Copia book club one you did??

If so that would be awesome!! If not no biggie!! 😃

i had way too much fun with this oh my god. also jumped through many hoops to get this posted while the internet is out at my house lmao. enjoy!

part 1 here

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For all your confidence leading up to this event, you sure are filled with doubt.

You arranged to have the seminary classroom all to yourselves, a nice cozy little rendezvous for your and your sweet Cardinal to discuss your book. Gnawing on your lower lip and wringing your hands anxiously, you groan. Would he be angry when he found out this club was only comprised of the two of you? Would he be frightened off? He was such a skittish little thing, always gesticulating and hurrying around the abbey. You adored that about him. You're halfway through a sigh when a knock happens at the door behind you. Right on time, you think as you steel yourself and open the door. He's wearing the red cassock today - your favorite - as he stands there gripping his book and gazing at you with such infatuation it makes your heart melt. Fuck you wanted him.

"Good evening, sorella," he begins, sidestepping you to enter the classroom, "eh, I'm the first one here!"

"Uh-huh," you confirm with a bright smile, hand on his lower back to usher him to a seat. "Punctual as always, Cardinal. Tell me, what did you think of the first chapter?"

"Shouldn't we eh…shouldn't we wait for the others to arrive?"

"The others…right. I'm uh...afraid it's just us tonight Cardinal."

He regards you with a peculiar gleam in his eye.

"I have you all to myself then, don't I?" he purrs with a level of seduction you hadn't expected from him, and it shows from the way your cheeks flush. Oh this is going to be fun.

"And I, you," you murmur, reaching a hand up to brush along his bicep, delighting when you see a shiver ripple through him, "I've always been fond of you Cardinal."

"H-have you?" he chirps, setting his book down and removing his biretta, placing it on top of his book. "Perhaps you should know then..."

"Mmhmm?" your hand continues to toy with the wool of his cassock as you bring yourself closer to him. Close enough to see the freckles that spatter across his cheeks and long nose.

"I have you right where I want you," his steady voice and the sinister grin that curls his lips make your jaw drop in shock but before you can say anything, do anything, he’s on you like a man starved. His lips slam into yours, tongue sliding into your gasping mouth as he backs you against the desk at the front of the room. It takes you a few seconds but the feel of his gloved hand gripping your hip through the thin black material of your habit makes you moan into his mouth.

He's delighted as he grins against your lips, the fine hairs of his mustache tickling you. When he pulls back to lay a line of fiery open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and throat, you're finally able to speak.

"H-how..how did you know?"

He chuckles into your neck, pushing his hips into yours so you can feel the curve of his cock through the abundant fabric he currently wears.

"Not quite as shy and awkward as everyone thinks, eh sorella? All but ignored - except by you. Oh I saw the way you looked at me from the moment you stepped foot into this abbey."

He pulls away for a moment, only to spin you around, one hand inching the fabric of your habit up your leg and over your hip. When his fingers dance along the waistband of your underwear, the breath is knocked from your lungs and he laughs against your hair.

"How long have you wanted your Cardinal, sorella?" he asks as he cups the wet heat of you. "How long have you wanted this poor, little, strange old man to fuck you?"

His fingers slide in and tease you open, making you sigh and lean back against his chest.

"Always, Cardinal," you breathe, "it was always you. No one else."

He rewards your candidness by circling your clit, the leather gliding through your slick with ease.

"Dolcezza,” he groans, grinding his cock against the curve of your ass. "Mi lasci avere te? Give yourself to me. Let me make you mine and you will want for nothing."

When two fingers dip down to tease at your entrance you cry out, arching backwards against him.

"Yes! I'm yours Cardinal, make me yours, please.”

He's got you bent over the desk within seconds, rucking your habit up over your hips and your underwear down them. He murmurs in Italian - you don't catch much of it - as you hear him curse while lifting his own garment. You cant your hips back to present yourself to him and grin lazily when you hear him fussing with the zipper of his trousers.

When he finally frees himself and guides the head of him along your slit, you moan wantonly.

"So wet for your Cardinal," he breathes, soaking his cock in your slick before prodding at your entrance. You nod through your haze of pleasure, mouth falling open as he pushes his thick length into you.

You don't know what you expected of him but he's big - delightfully so - and you keen aloud at the way you stretch around him. Your arms are already shaking as they support your body and he reaches around to tilt your head his direction.

"Ti benedica, preferita tra le sorelle."

"Thank you, Cardinal," you gasp and he rewards you by sliding out of you then slamming back in with such force you nearly collapse. He sets a steady but deep pace, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, panting and mouthing at your shoulder. Each movement within you brings you closer to not only your beloved Cardinal but the Olde One himself, His light filling you up just as surely as Copia’s cock. You've never had a coupling like this and you plan to tell him so as soon as you've regained your senses. Streams of filth slip from the Cardinal's lips as he ruts into you, each thrust more powerful than the last.

"So fucking tight," he growls, sliding a hand down your spine, "I've w-waited so long for this. What d-delicious temptation you have provided. My mind has been f-filled with how your cunt would feel."

“I'd--ah!" You attempted to respond but the speed with which he fucks you now makes your eyes roll back in your skull. "I'd fuck myself to the t-though of you since that f-first day. Don't stop, please don’t stop."

Your confession and demand only spurs him on, cock slamming inside of you repeatedly and hitting that sweet spot you never seemed able to reach on your own. Your moans echo through the classroom and you know others outside can hear you but all you can care about right now is the man standing behind you giving you the most intense pleasure of your life. When you come undone, gushing over his cock, you let out a wail and reach a hand behind you to grasp at your Cardinal's hair. The tugging of your fingers on his greying brown strands is enough to push him over the edge and he comes with a shout, filling you up in spurt after spurt. When you finally relinquish your grip on his hair, your body sags against the desk, arms finally giving way. Your Cardinal has you though, arm wrapped around your middle to bring you close to him.

"Divino,” he pants into your ear before placing a kiss at your temple.

You nod dumbly as his cock slips out of you and his cum slides down the insides of your thighs to gather at the tops of your stockings. His gaze briefly follows its path with a glint of hunger in his eyes but ultimately he lowers your habit and turns you around to face him. When your eyes meet his, a goofy little smile makes his mustache twitch and you're reminded why you like him so much.

"Take me to bed, Cardinal," you request with a goofy smile of your own. His expression becomes deathly serious all of a sudden.

"But sorella, our book club.”

#cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia x sister of sin #rachel writes

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theunholybastard · 11 days ago

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Kinktober: Otctober 31st - Free Use (All Papas x Female!Reader)

AAAAAH, Happy Halloween lovelies!!! Last day of kinktober too, hope this satisfies your sinful desires! Have a fun night, everyone <3

Tags: Free Use, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sexual Partners(MMFMM), All The Papas Are Alive, Creampie, Bukkake, Cunilingus, Triple Penetration, Premature Ejaculation, Praise, Degradation, 1st Person POV

It was game night for the Emeritus brothers. Uno was the game they were playing, despite it always making them fight and end up throwing their cards at each other. But then again, there were hardly any games those men could play together that didn't result in raging. I would know, for I was politely asked by the Papas to cater for all their game nights since it all began.

It was no doubt that I was very close to them all, everybody in the Ministry could see it, so they would often find any excuse for me to be around them. I was their favorite, and they would remind me of that consistently with their actions, fighting each other off for my attention. They especially loved me because I had a sort of 'free use' dynamic between all of them. I would let them use me whenever and however they pleased. When they were in need of a good fuck, or just to let some frustrations out, I was always there to provide. Because of this perk, I would see the highest ranking men of the Ministry at their weakest and angriest, all while stuffing little sandwiches and alcohol into their mouths. It's pretty entertaining, to say the least.

It was the first night Copia was invited to the party, having recently ascended to Papa Emeritus IV, he was finally welcomed to join the infamous Papal game night. I walked in on a bad time, Terzo and Secondo screaming at each other, getting up in each others faces and heatedly debating who called Uno first. Primo and Copia just watched it all unfold, Primo shaking his head in disapproval and Copia fidgeting with his thumbs awkwardly. They didn't even notice I entered the room, not until I spoke.

"Uh... drinks, anyone?" I asked meakly, presenting the tray of whiskey and wine that they had told me to bring down. Their eyes shot towards me, instantly softening and humming appreciatively. Terzo waved me over.

"Ah, Sorella!" He beamed, dawning a charming smile, replacing the menacing scowl that he held just moments ago. "Grazie, cara mia. We were almost starting to become sober again, I suppose that made us lose our minds a little. I can't stand these fools without a little intoxication..." He chuckled, picking up a glass of wine from the tray and taking a swig. Secondo scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Drink for you too, Papa?" I address Secondo, handing him the whiskey he requested. He smiles softly and nods, taking a sip. "Grazie, Sister ____." He thanks me. I hand out the rest of the drinks to the men, Copia taking a particularly large sip and almost downing it completely. Terzo rolls his eyes.

"Agh, tesoro mio, don't hand any more drinks to that damned fool! We all know he can't handle his wine! He's a poor excuse for an Italian." Terzo exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in exaggeration. Copia shot him a dirty look.

"Poor excuse for an Italian?" Copia repeated, offended. "Excuse me, but weren't you born in Los Angeles? You're barely even Italian, stronzino."

"Stai zitto cazzo, ratto bastardo!" Terzo spat, slamming his fists on the table and leaning over to get all up in Copias face. Wow, touched a nerve there. Primo began scolding them in Italian while they continued to yell over each other, and Secondo kept barking at them to shut up in between sips of his liquor. The room was so loud. Clearly the alcohol wasn't calming them down, so what would?

"Whoever shuts up the fastest gets to fuck me." I blurt out without thinking. It was worth a shot, and I was desperate to end the overstimulating cacophony of voices. They all close their mouths simultaneously, eyes widening and darting towards me, silently questioning if they heard me right. They are speechless for a moment.

"Did... did we hear you right, mio fiore?" Primo mutters softly. I nod. "Mhm. You did indeed."

"So... what? Is this like the quiet game now then, eh?" Terzo laughs, a little stifled by nerves. I never saw the usually confident, loud and extravagant Papa so flustered.

"Yeah. And you just lost." I tease jokingly, enjoying the effect I was having on them. They were all so awkward and bashful, blushing and looking at me with concealed desire, like they were nervous to make a first move. These tough, stoic, charming grown men, weakened from just a single sentence.

"Wha-? Hey, that's not fair! T-that means Primo's out too!" He whines, stomping his foot and pointing an accusing finger to the eldest Emeritus. "Nah, Primos back in. I like him too much."

"Aw! Grazie, my dear." Primo smiled.

"Ha, you spoke! You're out again, old man!" Terzo cheered.

"A-am I still in?" Copia inquired softly. Terzo burst out laughing.

"Not anymore, dumbass." Muttered Secondo under his breath, Terzo clutching his sides as he howled.

"Okay, enough!" I end the feuding once again, a small, mischievous smile playing on my lips. "All of you have way too much energy. This night is never going to end if you're too busy fighting to play the damn game. So how about..." I trail off.

"What is it, cara?" Secondo asks gently, an arm across his lap to poorly conceal his developing erection. I take a breath in.

"How about you all take turns... taking your frustrations out on me?" I suggest weakly, looking down at my feet. I'll admit, I've had sex with all of them before, but individually. Never at the same time! They exchanged glances of shock and arousal, debating taking up the offer.

"Y-you want us to fuck you?" Copia stammered, the most flustered out of all of them.

"Obviously that's what she's asking, you fucking imbecile." Terzo sneers rudely.

"Hey! No more being rude!" I scold, already feeling the heat gathering in my core. The idea of being passed around by these significantly older men like I'm some object to be traded sends waves of excitement throughout my veins.

"Fine. Only if I get to fuck that pretty cunt first, Sorella." Terzo smirks, licking his lips hungrily as he looks me up and down. I sigh, looking at the other men for any sign of disapproval. Their expressions are for the most part unreadable, not wanting to influence me and leave this decision up to me and my comfort level. I nod.

"Take me then, Terzo." I offer. Just like that, he's on me, pressing sloppy kisses to my neck and collar bone. He swipes the cards off the table, slamming me down on my back. Well, there goes Uno. He strips me down, leaving me nude and exposed to everyone in the room. My legs are spread, cunt frivolously on display, my wetness already visible to the men who stared at me like animals about to feed on their prey.

He bends down, licking a long stripe up my slit, getting a taste of my arousal. "Fucking delicious. My favorite meal." Terzo claims, muffled against my folds, as he dives right back in. As he eats me out, I look around the room, at the other Papas who have shed their pants and are now jerking themselves off to the sight of me, brazen and unashamed with their movements. Their dark eyes were trained on me, tracking every slight jiggle of my body as I squirmed. Holy shit, this was hotter than I thought it was going to be.

"Can I put my cock in your mouth, fiorellina?" Primo asks politely, inching closer to me slowly.

"Fuck! N-no fair, I was just about to ask her that!" Copia pouted, sighing in defeat. Primo smirks cockily and awaits my response. "Fuck yes!" I cry out, opening my mouth to him. I suck the tip in, moaning around his length. He began to gently fuck my throat, pulling out occasionally to give me the opportunity to breath. Primo swears under his breath, head lulled back in bliss.

Terzo, ever the impatient one, grows tired of not feeling my warmth around his cock, as much as he loves eating pussy. He needed to be inside me, freeing himself of his pants and boxers before plunging in, thrusting with no preparation, no warning. This was for his pleasure, and of course he wanted to make me feel good as well, but his main focus was his throbbing member.

Popping off Primos dick to take a breather, I rub him softly and turn my head to face Copia. "Y-you two could take t-turns using my mouth." I stutter, hard to speak with Terzos impressive manhood pounding me into oblivion. Lucifer, I hope the table doesn't break under the pressure. I fear for my life as I hear its legs creaking with every movement. Copia's eyes lit up, immediately sliding his cock into my wet mouth, groaning at the feeling.

"Cazzo! So damn good!" Copia cries out, thrusting a few times before switching back to Primos turn, and the process repeats. Terzo chuckles above me, hips snapping feverishly. "Trust me, her cunt feels even better." He brags, thumb rubbing my clit. Secondo growls, the only one not getting direct satisfaction from me.

"You have to give me something, dolcezza. This isn't fair." He gruffs, not intending on coming off as demanding, but the frustration is clearly getting to him heavy.

"Do you want to use her asshole, fratello? It's free." Terzo offers, pulling out before flipping me to the side, stepping to the left to give a full view of my hole. Terzo plunges back in my cunt, my asshole clenching, further tempting Secondo. He shudders, taking a step forward and using his spit as lubricant, stretching my ass out with his fingers. Primo and Copia continue taking turns fucking my mouth, until Copias breath starts to quicken, hips stuttering. He's too late to stop himself.

"Wait, oh shit!" He cums, countless ropes decorating my face, his thick thighs shaking deliciously from the intensity. "Goddammit..." He groans, coming down from his high. "I wanted to last longer..." I run my thumb over the still warm cream covering me, collecting some and sticking it in my mouth, tasting the salty release. He shivers at the sight.

"So beautiful..." He praises softly, looking down at me as if I was a gift from Lucifer himself, blessed with the beauty of Lilith.

"And such a whore, too." Secondo comments, finally inching his cock into my ass. The stretch was mind blowing, his cock the fattest out of all the other Papas, and the hardest to take by far. I feel like crying. "Taking four men in one night. You like being a slut for your Papas, don't you, Sister ____?" Before I can reply, Primo has shoved his dick back in my mouth, the taste of his precum flooding my senses.

Terzo is the second to cum, and if anything, I'm surprised he didn't cum first with how wildly he was thrusting. Still though, he makes me cum first, pulsing around his dick as my desperate screams are muffled by Primos fat cock. He slams his hips one last time, spilling his seed deep within my willing walls, a string of expletives exiting his foul mouth. "You're the perfect fuck toy, tesoro..." He huffs contently, pressing a chaste kiss to my shoulder before pulling out, leaving his cum to leak from my aching, puffy pussy.

Now it's Secondo and Primo left, a race to the finish line. Secondo fucks my ass with reckless abandon, not as rough and hard as Terzo did, but still quite fast, like his hips were running a marathon. "Are you liking this, my little flower?" Primo asks, stroking my hair sweetly as he bucks into my throat, looking down at me and attentively watching every little reaction I made to make sure I was still doing okay. I moan positively around his manhood.

"Yeah? Is il mio fratellino making you feel good with his dick?" He coos, maintaining eye contact while my lips are sinfully wrapped around him. "My, my. Look at you. You look so beautiful with all that seed all over your face. Wearing it with pride, like a true common whore should." I've never heard Primo talk down to me, usually it's all praise coming from him. That's enough to make me cum again, squirting around nothing, Secondos hand coming to my clit to help me ride out my orgasm.

Primos cum joins Copias load, mixing together and shooting across my cheek. "You should see her face now, Secondo. She's filthy." Primo heaves, sucking in all the air he can get after I knocked the wind out of him. Secondos brows furrow. "Fucking hell!" He roars, pulling out and pumping himself a few times before spilling all over my ass cheeks.

After pleasuring all the Papas, I've never felt more deliciously humiliated. Naked, covered in the cum of multiple men, all three of my holes aching so good. This is what I was meant to do. I've never felt more in my element than I do now. We all rest in silence for a moment, unsure of where to proceed from here. Terzo is the first to speak up, but it's not something I wanted to hear.

"I guess we're going to have to restart Uno...?"

I don't know what to do if they start arguing again.

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ghulehunknown · 1 year ago

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Copia x F!Reader

Day 6 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

Also available on AO3!

**WARNING - EXPLICIT, NSFW**

Written by request for @honey-dripp1n

“You Earned It”

Summary: After a rough romp in his office yesterday, Copia decides to reward you with his sensitive side. (Continuation from Chapter 5)

CW/Tags: nipple play, kissing, F!Reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex (cunnilingus), PiV sex, slow sex, sweet Copia, unprotected sex, missionary, soft dom Copia

Word Count: 1295

“You did well yesterday, Sorella,” said Copia, circling you, recalling the events of the day prior when he had his way with you in his office. “I think you earned my affection.” He closed in on you, facing you and holding your chin in his palm.

“I always do what is asked of me,” you said quietly with a smile, hands clasped around your back. He called you in for a much more private meeting, this time in his bedroom.

“That you do, that you do,” he said, caressing your face and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand was cold, and the soft brush of his fingertips sent shivers down your spine.

You took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips, kissing his icy skin.

He pressed his lips to yours - forceful, yet soft. He opened your mouth with his, tongue dancing with yours. He unzipped your habit and slipped one shoulder off, the rest of your dress falling to the floor.

You unbuckled his trousers and yanked them down, his underwear coming with it as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. His cock bobbed as it was set free from his pants. You hadn’t got a look at it until now, but you could feel all eight inches of him yesterday. He certainly looked as girthy as he felt. You took his member in your hand and began to slide your hand up and down.

“Mmmn, fuck - Sorella,” he chuckled, cupping your ass in his hands. He kissed you again before easily picking you up and walking you over to his bed, your legs wrapped around his body. He sat you down next to him and cradled your cheek.

His touch this time was so gentle, much different than yesterday’s. You still sported the bruises from where he grabbed your shoulders, your upper arm, your waist, your hips…

“Oh Sorella,” he cooed. “I was much too rough with you.” He kissed every inch of your upper body where he saw his marks from yesterday, working his way down your body. He caressed your body as he left a trail of kisses, each smooch leaving a small wet mark on your body, goosebumps appearing on your arms.

“It was a little painful,” you remarked, overselling how much he “hurt” you, even though you had enjoyed yourself thoroughly. “I had to take a bath with epsom salts when I returned to my room…”

“Oh, a bath? Without me?” Copia whined, nipping at your cheek before kissing down your body again.

“Mmhmm,” you responded, your breathing getting faster as he started kissing your chest.

“Where does it hurt? Does it hurt…here?” He massaged your breast as he took the other in his mouth.

“Oh!” you whispered quietly in response. “Yes, Papa, it does.”

He sucked at your nipple delicately, swirling his tongue around your flesh before moving to the next one and giving it equal attention. He brought his lips up to yours again, kissing you softly while grazing your chin with his hand.

“Me ne pento, Sorella. I was too mean to you, cara mia,” he whispered.

“You can always make it up to me,” you said, moaning quietly as he kissed your face sweetly and wrapped you up in his warm arms.

“Mmn,” he murmured, pulling back to look at you. “You have always been such a dutiful Sister of Sin, always done what has been asked of you. Even going beyond your duty to pleasure me and the other members of the Clergy. Eh, most would call this a ‘workplace violation,’ but I admire you, Sorella.”

You held his face in your hands, looking into his tired eyes. Your poor Papa, how sweet he was. To feel guilty for giving you just what you wanted yesterday, all because it was what he deemed “too rough�� with you.

“Sei il fiorellino delicato di Papa,” he said, touching your shoulder and moving your hair to kiss your neck, gently pinching your nipples between his fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, feeling a tingling between your legs. Still kissing your neck, he slipped his hand down your body, between your legs, parting your folds - already wet with your slick. He found your sensitive clit with ease, already throbbing at his touch.

He placed his other hand over your heart and gently pushed you down onto his bed, until your head met the pillow and you were laying down with your legs parted.

He looked you up and down, sighing an exhale. “You are so beautiful, cara.” He could see all the bruises he left behind yesterday, several along your hips. He touched them gently, slowly removing his left hand from between your legs to run both hands down your body.

Your breathing became heavy but slowed down as he began to caress your chest and your abdomen. He bent down to kiss your body again, kissing your bruises once more.

“Is this okay?” he asked before touching each mark. You nodded, running your hands through his now gray hair. “Are you still in pain tesoro, or are Papa’s kisses enough of a remedy?”

You exhaled. “I need more of your sweet touch, Papa.”

He kissed along your hips, where a straight reddish-purple line was marked across your torso, from where the edge of the desk hit you as he slammed into you repeatedly yesterday. He dipped his head below, kissing your inner thighs, then kissed your lips below…

“Does…this…” He kissed your labia again. “…hurt?”

“Yes Papa,” you breathed, smiling coyly. “Please be careful with me.”

He parted your folds with his tongue, teasing the invitation at first, entering with just the tip. Once entered, he used the flat of his tongue to swipe along your entrance up to your clit. “Mmm,” he went, lapping up your wetness and swallowing as you moaned his name quietly.

He pushed your legs apart more forcefully this time, bending them against your chest as he explored you more intimately. He slid his tongue all over you then sucked at your clit, feeling it pulse in his mouth. He continued for several minutes, giving each inch of you careful attention before pulling away. As he moved up your body to kiss you, he slipped his rock hard cock right inside you - slowly sinking into you as you cried out his name, louder this time.

“Oh Sorella,” he sighed, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he could no longer hold himself back. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, hugging your head close to his as he fucked into you in quick, rapid thrusts while moaning into your ear. His breath was warm, combating the goosebumps he gave you earlier.

You moaned with him, your legs wrapped around his hips and your hands exploring him - running through his hair and down his back. Suddenly his body shuddered as he pumped his seed inside you, his body shaking.

“Oh fuck - I’m s-sorry, cara. I…I just can’t help myself, your body drives me fucking insane.” He touched his forehead, now sweaty, to yours.

“My sweet Copia, you have nothing to apologize for.” You tilted your head up to kiss his cheek, his nose, then his forehead.

He smiled at you, body still trembling as he held himself up to look at you. He cocked his head to the side, and said, “You didn’t cum” as-a-matter-of-factly - almost in a wounded tone.

“It’s okay Papa,” you assured him.

He shook his head as he moved down your body, sloppily eating his arousal out of your cunt. He latched on passionately, holding onto your hands and not coming up for air until you came into his mouth - once, twice, and a third time.

Italian to English Translations

- Me ne pento, Sorella (I regret it, Sister)

- cara mia (my dear)

- Sei il fiorellino delicato di Papa (You are Papa’s delicate little flower)

- tesoro (treasure/dear)

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m0rbidmacabre · 10 months ago

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The Latin Professor

You are a student of his, the cardinal… your crush seems to be getting out of hand and your embarrassment begins to rise as the cardinal offers to help you study for your upcoming Latin test.

1110 words

(Hey guys, I know it's been a long time since I have written anything… i guess this me trying to get back into the flow of writing. This part isn't very long.. But I wanted to introduce the characters, and how they are with each other before switching. This is probably only going to published on tumbler as my confidence is shot at the moment. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none so far…

The Latin Professor

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part three

Cardinal Copia had never been the most popular of people, even when he ascended to cardinal in his early adulthood. People always saw him as uptight, scholarly and tiresome. You however… You didn’t see him that way, you saw a handsome, knowledgable man with an undeniably strong work ethic, but you kept your opinions to yourself, afraid your peers would jeer at you for your crush on the cardinal.

This particular day you were working hard in the library, studying for your upcoming language assessment in Latin. You were starting to think that taking the extra course wasn’t the best of your ideas. It wasn’t that you were inept of learning, it was the fact the Cardinal taught the latin class, while you admire him for his efforts in trying to teach you... The class always ended with you daydreaming about him. He would be stood teaching you, making sure your pronunciation was perfect, and all you could think about was how you would like his hands all over you and his perfect mouth in places that would make lucifer himself blush. This often leads to you losing your train of thought and embarrassing yourself even more in front of him. The cardinal most likely thought you were ditsy, a poor student, but if he did… he never let you think that. His praise was never something he kept to himself around you.

As you were flicking through the pages of Latin for dummies, your head in your hands as you struggle to take in the words on the page in front of you, you hear a small cough from behind you. You let out a big huff in annoyance, the last thing you needed right now was siblings bothering you when you needed to study. you slam the book closed and turn in your seat. Your anger quickly turning to embarrassment the moment you notice that it wasn’t a sibling, but the cardinal stood behind you.

“Are you studying hard for your test Sorella?” the cardinal said to you as your face turned a beetroot shade of red.

“I am cardinal, yes. I’m sorry, I thought you were a sibling” you quietly reply shifting in your seat and tidying up your hair... Anything to keep yourself distracted from the awful truth you had just huffed at him. Keeping your temper in check was never your strong suit and you had just shown that to the person you admire most.

“Si, Si… Why don’t you take a break from your studies? You seem frustrated. I hear the gardens look beautiful this afternoon. Would you like to take a walk? I could help you with your studies.” The cardinal offering a small smile to you, his attempt at comforting you, not once questioning your temper.

“Oh, erm… are you sure? Are you not too busy? You quickly answered him, in an attempt to remind him of his duties, in another attempt to avoid him.

“Oh Sorella, I could take some time for my favourite student, si?” he beamed back at you. You felt your stomach grow warm the moment he called you his favourite student, how could you say no? you simply couldn’t.

“Okay…” you smile at him picking up your books, and then offering him your hand to help you up. He obliges and as you stand up, he tucks your arm into his keeping it effortlessly close to him.

Walking though the ministry you both barely say more than a few words to each other. Both of you happy to walk in comforting silence. You steal a glance at the cardinal as you both reach primos gardens, his eyes firmly on the path in front of you both... You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked when he walked with purpose. “The gardens do look beautiful today, maybe a little more because you’re here…” you thought to yourself as the smile eclipsed your lips.

“How about we sit here Sister?” the cardinal asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Erm... Sure, sure” you quickly answered, hoping he didn’t notice the fact you were completely lost in thought.

You both sat down under the willow tree together, the sun making its presence known, casting shadows on the ground that dance though the low-hanging leaves of the tree.

The cardinal turns to you “et soror, ubi incipimus?” (so sister, where do we start?)

You smile at him; you love hearing him speak Latin, he always speaks with such passion. You pull out your book and flick though the pages, looking to formulate an answer for him.

“lets 'legere cardinal” (let's read Cardinal) you goofily answer him. Your answer made him smile so sweetly at you, he always liked your willingness to try.

“Perfect, Sorella!” he answered you. You smile at him, his praise sending you a little pink.

You carried on flicking the pages of the book, and the cardinal sat close by, his legs crossed under his cassock. Your eyes darted the pages as you both sat together.

“Now sister, tell me, how do you say beautiful”

“Pulchra, Cardinal” you answered him, quickly.

“Si… Sister, now can you write it for me?”

You take out your pen and set about writing out the word beautiful, the cardinal shifting in closer to watch that you are doing it correctly. You spell out the word on your pad, saying the word as you write... Mimicking each letter as you spell it. The Cardinal smiles at your efforts and leans in “you see this here Sister? It should be written like this… if you don’t mind...”. Taking your hand, he corrects the word you had just written, lovingly moving with you as you both spell out the words together. “Like this…” he adds, smiling at you. Your eyes drift to the pen and your hand, his hand is placed around yours… and all you can do is look with the embarrassment slowly setting in. You quickly remove your hand, the pen falling to the page and the cardinal removing his just as fast as both of your eyes meet.

“Sorella, I’m sorry... I was only trying to help” the cardinal said to you shyly, his own embarrassment setting in. His face hinting at a pink tint as he waits for your reaction.

“No, cardinal… it’s ok... I have to go... I’m sorry...” you collect your book, slamming it shut and getting to your feet. Running away from the scene before you die of embarrassment. You ache to look back, but your heart won’t let you as you quickly run through the ministry and slam your dorm room closed behind you.

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sirianisrock · 2 years ago

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Lonely Souls

Cardinal Copia x Female Reader

Warnings : 18+ , smut, more smut, some plot, anxiety, fluff

Word count : 2'953

Summary : You receive an invite from a certain Cardinal, and you won't be the fool refusing it.

The afternoon mass was one of the longest, the sisters around you mumbling lowly to each other impatiently, waiting for it to finish as soon as possible to run for dinner.

You, on the other hand, didn't feel the same rush as them.

Not when the person doing the sermons was the seemingly awkward Cardinal, whom you started to have feelings for some months ago.

He didn't seem to have great success with the women around the Ministry, for a reason or the other; you often heard rumors of how he made a fool of himself in certain situations with the higher ranks or happened to just be a little too messy at times. But his being an introvert and out of place was exactly what caught your eye.

What you saw, though, was his kindness and interest in always helping the ones in need, and the silly jokes he'd sometimes happened to tell you when he tried to make conversation with you in the hallways. He never failed to make you giggle, followed most of the times with a blush on your cheeks and your eyes on the floor.

And that sure didn't go unnoticed by him.

You were one of the latest arrivals, even though it's been almost 5 months since you became part of this "community".

The Cardinal was the one showing you around, making you feel home and comfortable in this new reality, and he always made sure you were doing fine.

You got close to him in a short time, always looking forward to a quiet walk with him in the gardens or a conversation about each other's day, the topics always changing and making you feel lost as the hours passed by without noticing.

Your daydreaming was interrupted by the sisters around you getting up for the end of the mass, and as you looked over at Copia, his eyes were already on yours.

He nervously smiled and looked away knowing he'd been caught, and you slowly left the chapel with a silly little smile on your own lips.

After dinner you decided to call it a night, since there were no plans in sight and the amount of daily duties were starting to catch up on your tired body.

As you were getting closer to your dorm though, you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

"S-Sorella wait!"

You turned around to find Copia running behind you, trying to reach you before you got into your room.

He bent in a half trying to catch his breath, now being just a few feet away from you. His hair was a little messy from the run under his beretta, and a flashing thought of grabbing them roughly passed your mind.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Forgive me Sorella for...for bothering you, and to be so unannounced.

I just..I mean..it's a nice night, si?

If you didn't have any plans I uh.. I was thinking if maybe you'd enjoy watching a movie...together?"

His request left you at a loss of words, not expecting him to ask you of all for something so...intimate, if you could call it that.

Upon seeing your starstruck reaction, he started getting nervous.

"I- I mean.. you don't have to if you don't wan-"

"NO I-" you rushed.

Taking a second to ground yourself, you spoke again.

"No absolutely, I'd..love that" you blurted with a little too much excitement probably, and right now you couldn't meet his gaze.

The clap of his gloved hands took you out of your trance, his shoes looking particularly interesting.

"Fantastico! Then I'll be waiting for you in my room at 9:30pm, if that's okay?"

You nodded, all words now lost in your throat.

"See you later then, mia cara."

Copia turned on his heels and started walking back to the hallway he arrived from, leaving you stuck in front of your door.

"See you later..Cardinal" you whispered, not knowing how to feel from the rush of emotions going through you.

So there you were now, checking yourself in the little mirror of your poor excuse of a room for the sixteenth time to be sure you were looking "acceptable".

You didn't change much from your usual uniform, since anyone walking around could notice you, being still early enough. But you smiled a little brighter, stood a little straighter and took care of yourself a little more. Anything to tempt him just a tiny bit more to you.

Your heart was beating loud and fast while closing the door behind you, he could probably hear it from his own chambers.

The walk to his place was faster than you'd liked, your nerves getting the better of you even though you couldn't wait to be next to him either.

Standing in front of his door, you wiped the sweat off your hands on your gown and knocked twice, legs feeling like jelly.

He opened just a few seconds later, as if he's been impatiently waiting for your arrival.

"Sorella..! You look-"

He seemed to think of his next words while staring you down, a red tone coloring your face upon feeling his intense gaze on you.

"..bellissima" he whispered.

Even though you didn't really know much of Italian, you could catch that, and it made your heart flip.

"Please, come in"

He fully opened the door for you to enter, and you noticed a really comfy looking bordeaux sofa in the middle of the room, in front of it a fireplace with a TV standing above it.

The room was warm, and some black candles were lit here and there to give a nice atmosphere.

"Make yourself at home, sister"

Your focus was now on him, and you realized you haven't spoken a word yet, too caught up in your nerves.

"Thank you, Cardinal"

You smiled sweetly at him, and stood awkwardly for a moment noticing him in his own trance on you, once again.

He shook his head a little, apparently coming back to his senses.

"Where are my manners, please sit, I'll bring some tea while the movie starts"

You did as he said, sighing as you sat on the soft sofa.

The movie he chose was a scary one, called "The Hills Have Eyes". You heard of it and hoped it wouldn't be too much for your daily nightmares.

A few minutes later two cups of hot tea were put on the little table in front of the sofa, as he sat not too close but not too far from you either.

The movie started, and you tried your best not to cover your face with your hands to protect yourself from the horrors happening.

Copia slowly got closer to you, his left arm spread behind you.

"Are you scared, little bird?"

He murmured, locking eyes with you. A little smile spread across his face upon seeing your scared and embarrassed expression.

"Well..n-no..it's just a little gory"

He hummed at your response, and the arm that was over you now came down on your shoulders, prompting you to come closer to him.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll protect you"

His tone felt a little teasing, yet genuine.

You relaxed in his embrace, your right hand resting softly over his chest, near his heart. You missed the way his breath stopped for a second, his muscles tensing for the briefest moment before relaxing under your touch.

The more the movie went on, the more you hid your face deeper into him, his arm holding you close.

You didn't notice how your hand started slipping from his chest, and now was resting above his thigh, near his crotch.

From his part, though, he tensed the more your warmth grew closer to where he was now feeling a little secluded.

You were so caught up in the movie now that only later did you realize where your hand was laying.

You froze, unable to move and think of a good excuse to give him for the embarrassing moment, but your panic only lasted for a mere minute.

When your eyes looked down, you were sure that something was telling you he didn't mind at all the attention, and all of a sudden, you felt bold.

You slowly moved your hand higher, now right on his dick. And cupped him.

You felt him still, trying to stifle a groan, and you looked up.

His mismatched eyes were boring in yours, pupils dilated and breath a little ragged, mouth agape and cheeks pink.

"..I didn't think you had this in you, Sorella. You're playing with fire, you know that..mh?"

Your mind couldn't register his sudden change in demeanor, little left of the shy Cardinal now that lust had taken possession of his soul.

You didn't notice your own breathing was faster, heart beating in your ears.

"And what do you wanna do about that..Cardinal?" You asked, your voice as sweet as honey while you looked at him through your eyelids.

"You could tempt Satan with that look of yours, Sister.."

He shifted.

"On your knees."

The tone with which he said it left no room for arguments, that was a clear order.

You got up from the sofa and leaned between his knees on the floor, his legs spread to make room for you.

"The look in your eyes speaks for you, Sorella..I can see you're hungry.

So please, serve yourself."

With his hand he indicated the now obvious boner, resting his hands on either side of the sofa.

You complied, now feeling the boldness leave your body to let space for anxiety.

Your hands trembled slightly while unzipping his pants, and one of his covered yours.

"You're nervous, little bird."

Your eyes trailed to his face, embarrassment flooding you and making you feel like a fool in front of him.

His hand came up to your jaw delicately, making you look at him before he spoke again.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. And if you want to stop at any time, just say the word and nothing will happen, okay?"

His voice was sweet, and a little worry and insecurity could be heard in it too.

You nodded, feeling a little relieved in the fact that he worried about you and your well being, and a newfound strength took over your body.

"Yes, Cardinal."

You went back to work, now his pants loose and your hand buried in his underwear.

You heard it, the light hiss that escaped his lips as soon as you grabbed his dick, exposing it to your hungry eyes.

The precum on the head made it glisten with the fire's light behind you, and the look on his face made your insides tremble.

You closed the distance by licking a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head, his hand flying to your hair to keep it from getting in the way.

"Merda"

He whispered, seeing you with his dick in your mouth was something he thought about a lot, but didn't expect to actually ever happen.

Without warning you took all of him that you could fit, and the strangled moan that escaped his throat made you clench, his grip on your hair tightening and curses in both Italian and English leaving him.

"Fuck Sorella..if only I knew earlier what that mouth could d-do"

His words gave you more confidence, now bobbing slowly your head up and down his length, your lips leaving a wet trail behind, and grunts filling the room.

Your nails were dragging up and down his thighs, his shivers unable to be hidden.

"S-shit, stop or I won't be able to last"

He slowly pulled you away from his cock, and he was such a sight.

Hair now disheveled, some strands falling out of place, a thin line of sweat covering his forehead, pupils blown wide and breath ragged.

He took your arm and guided you on his lap, holding you from the back of your neck and crushing his lips to yours.

Copia's kisses were bruising, deep but sweet, hungry but delicate.

His other hand roamed down your hips, grabbing a fistful of your ass and urging you down on him, his erection pressing on your core, burning from lust.

You couldn't help but grind on him, looking for friction to alleviate the pressure inside of you.

The hand on your neck made its way down, moving your gown up and taking your panties aside, his fingers teasing your entrance.

He leaned down, whispering in your ear

"Look at you..all of this just for me, heh? You're soaked, dolcezza"

He didn't waste time circling your clit with his thumb, while his index and medium finger slipped inside of you with ease.

He started kissing down your jaw, under your ear, between your neck and shoulder, never faltering the slow and torturing rhythm he was using on you.

Your face was buried in his neck, your soft moans filling his ears while he sucked bruises on your shoulder blade.

"Fuck, Copia.."

You whispered only for him to hear, your orgasm approaching faster than you'd like.

"Well..that's the goal" he smugly said, now the fingers inside of you moving faster.

Your legs trembled at that, the feeling of his digits and of his cock pushing near your entrance making your eyes roll in the back of your head, and a loud moan left you while you gushed around his skilled fingers, not stopping until the last bit of your orgasm was taken from you.

You both stayed there for a minute, trying to regain some air and strength to go on.

He kissed you again, slowly this time, but not any less deeper and passionate.

His hands now worked on removing your uniform, leaving you finally bare for his eyes.

"You're a sight for this old man's eyes, mia cara.."

You didn't have the time to blush, for he attacked his lips to your nipples like a starved animal, in need to be satiated.

Your hands groped his hair, grabbing his scalp for support, moans escaping you both more frequently now. He kissed back up your neck, his hand between you two starting to align himself to your pussy.

You would've screamed in delight from the stretch slowly pushing past your walls, but his mouth crashed with yours just at the right time.

When you found yourself fully seated on him, almost struggling to breathe, his hips lowered just to push up into yours abruptly, taking the air away from your lungs.

His pace was unforgiving, hands holding your hips to meet his, the sound of skin slapping probably filling the Ministry.

You felt boneless, unable to do anything but grip his shoulders for stability while he fucked into you rapidly and roughly.

At some point you barely realized he held you tight just to drop you on your back on the sofa, putting one of your legs on his shoulders and pounding into you with reckless abandon.

His right hand found a home on your neck, gripping you tight enough for you to feel your lungs burn, but just the right amount.

His left hand instead gripped your hip in a bruising manner, surely leaving his fingerprints for the next day.

You felt his rhythm falter, your pussy gushing around his cock ready for your second orgasm, and the curses leaving his lips were barely registered.

"Cum, Sorella. Cum now."

The pressure of his thumb on your clit was everything you needed to explode, your vision becoming foggy, a tear escaping you and a loud moan from both of you telling you he reached his climax as well.

You felt his cock twitch, his seed spilling inside of you and down your ass, ending on the sofa.

Copia collapsed on you, his face on your stomach, your bodies sweaty and warm, now boneless from pleasure.

Minutes passed by while you both got some air back, the bliss from your highs now slowly dissipating.

He removed himself from you slowly, giving himself the time to take a look at you.

"You look as sin itself, Y/N."

He said, cracking a smile that made you reciprocate without even thinking twice.

He grabbed a soft cloth and helped clean you up, doing the same for himself after.

When you both dressed back up, still sitting on the sofa, he looked at you.

"You know..I-I don't know if you feel the same, and I don't wanna fuck up what we have..but I..I wanted to tell you that..I have feelings for you.

And I'm not expecting you to reciprocate or anything, I just..really wanted to lift a weight from myself"

You watched as Copia became shy, averting his gaze from you, the worry in his eyes evident.

You probably looked dumbstruck by his confession, cause when you didn't say anything, he just smiled at the look in your face.

"I-"

The words weren't leaving you just yet, so you took a deep breath, your hand holding one of his.

"I was scared you wouldn't feel the same, actually.. that's why I never really.. y'know.."

His eyes enlightened, a new emotion clear in them as he came closer to you, his nose nuzzling yours.

"So we're both two awkward messes, heh?"

He didn't wait for your response, the smile you shined told him everything he needed to know.

He kissed you lovingly, holding your face to his as if you would disappear and this was just a cruel dream.

The movie ended a while ago, but that night, two lonely souls found each other.

Author's note : I don't usually write,so this really was a jump in the void,hopefully readable lol.

Here you can find the Italian translations :

Sorella = Sister

Fantastico = Fantastic, Awesome

Mia cara = My dear

Bellissima = Beautiful

Merda = Shit

#cardinal copia #cardinal copia fic #cardinal copia fanfiction #cardinal copia fanfic #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #caridnal copia smut #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus x reader #ghost smut #ghost fanfiction #ghost the band #ghost b.c.#cardi c #ratman #satanic

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honeyynymphh · 2 years ago

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Il Cuore Della Principessa Papa IV x Fem!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 1.7k tags/warning: thigh riding, daddy dom papa, kisses, cuddles, google translated italiano summary: overworked and exhausted, Papa insists you take a break.

ao3

“Sorella?” Bleary-eyed you look up and see Copia standing in front of you, hands clasped in front of him. The sight of him in his black suit with his meticulously painted papal paints makes you smile, albeit tiredly. You hum in response, stifling a yawn as you do. You’ve been in the library for hours now—what time was it? You glance at the large clock on the wall and notice it’s nearly eleven o’clock. Another glance out the large windows of the abbey library shows the darkened sky and you can hear the rain steadily pattering against the glass. There is barely anyone else in here. You’d only ducked out briefly for dinner and that had been hours ago.

You stretch your arms up, luxuriating in the feel of your poor cramped muscles getting a break from the hunched position you’d been cooped up in. You drop your arms and try to stifle another yawn, twiddling the pen in your hand.

“It’s time to rest, cara mia,” says Copia, coming around the large table and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“But I have to get this done for Sister Imperator,” you say with a sigh, eyes dropping down to look at the pages strewn before you. Why did you agree to help Sister with Papa Terzo’s taxes…a nightmare.

“You can do so tomorrow or the next day,” he says, taking the pen out of your unresisting grasp and throwing it on the table. “Pick up your things.”

“But Sister—”

Copia takes your chin gently, but firmly, between two gloved fingers to make you look up at him.

“I am your Papa, not Imperator, and I said pick up your things,” he repeats evenly. “Now, dolce.”

With a sigh, you grab all your documents, placing them back into the numerous folders. Really, you could have worked in Sister’s office. But it was so much calmer in the library—and there was so much more space. Also, you did not like all the prying questions she had about you and Copia. You know she meant well, but it was annoying…and also, you had no idea what your relationship was with the head of the church.

He effortlessly steers you out of the silent library and towards his papal chambers, taking the folders from your hands and carefully placing them on a nearby coffee table when you enter the room. The chill from the rain had permeated the old abbey, but it was currently being banished by the low fire crackling merrily in the fireplace. When he seats himself in the overly gilded, yet surprisingly comfortable, chaise lounge in front of the flickering flames he pats the space next to him. You follow, legs dragging with how tired you are to sit next to him. Immediately he pulls you into him so your head is in the crook of his neck and your legs tangled with his as you lie together on the lounge. The smell of chapel incense still clings to him from this morning's sermon, along with the heady mix of his cologne and that earthy yet undeniable scent that is so purely him. You bury yourself into him with a contented sigh, eyes closing as you relish in the feel of the warm fire and his arms around you.

“You’ve been working so hard, dolce,” he says, voice a gentle tease. “I’ve been lonely without you.”

Your eyes snap open at that and your hand fiddles with the fabric of his jacket as you listen to the steady beat of his heart underneath your cheek. You watch the flames flicker low in the grate for a moment before you speak.

“You’re Papa, you cannot be lonely,” you say, trying to not sound like a jealous child. But you are. You are certain he’s still managed to find someone else to warm his bed while you’ve been working overtime. You try to keep your voice casual, despite the way your words make your heart ache in your chest. “You can have any sibling you wish to keep you company.”

“I only have one principessa,” he says, the words rumbling against your cheek as he speaks.

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead. It’s sweet. But it still makes your eyes prick as your chest is suddenly overwhelmed with feeling. You don’t want to share him. It doesn’t matter if he only calls you that, it still doesn’t stop the bitter feeling you have knowing he is still kissing others the way he kisses you. Or that he touches them with the same fingers that are now skating over your cheek.

“Mmm.” You keep fiddling with his suit jacket, fingers tracing over the embroidered grucifix.

“Principessa.” His voice is a gentle admonition. You ignore him, still letting your fingers worry the embroidery. He takes your hand away and forces you to lean back so his slightly unnerving gaze is upon yours and you quickly look down, unable to face it. “Principessa, look at me.”

Reluctantly you do and a gloved hand cups your cheek while staring defiantly at him, willing yourself not to cry. The smell of him and his hand on your face is overwhelming you, your chest aches as that unwavering gaze holds you.

“Just you, amore mio,” he says.

You try to look away again but his hand holds you firmly. “Copia, I—” The words fail you. You cannot speak as they catch in your throat. Yet you do not need words, the man knows you too well by now.

“Shh,” he murmurs, sitting up and pulling you towards him so you’re in his lap, legs straddling him and habit bunching around the tops of your thighs. “Papa has you.”

Your throat closes with the emotion and you suck in a sharp breath to steady yourself. He removes his gloves before you feel his large hands in your hair, soothing against your scalp. When he brings you closer, tucking your head under his chin you can’t help the few tears that fall. You’re so tired, and stressed—oh, you are happy to help Imperator, but it’s a lot of tedious work. The possibility that you do not have to share this man with anyone else is too much right now and the inviting pull of sinking into his embrace is too hard to ignore. All you want is to stay safe in his arms, letting the soothing motion of his hands stroking your hair lull you into a gentle reverie.

“Do you need Papa?” he asks, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He sighs at the sight of tears on your face and you press your lips together to stop the sob from escaping. When you give a quick but fervent nod, he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “No more tears, principessa.”

He leans his, lips capturing yours effortlessly. Despite the paint, you melt into it. Or perhaps you have simply grown too used to the paint, and the taste of it is merely a promise of pleasure to come. The hands in your hair move to hold your face as his tongue snakes into your mouth. Your own hands are pressed against his chest, the solid feeling of it is a steadying comfort as you are consumed by the urgent way you respond to his kiss. Your entire body is suddenly on fire for him, the melancholy starting to slink away back into the shadows as Papa nips at your bottom lip. A whimper manages to escape and you press your mouth against his with earnest, grinding into his lap in your desperation to be closer.

“Papa…” you whine.

The man nips at your lip again and you feel the gentle rumble of his low chuckle when you press yourself down against him again. It’s impossible to ignore the hardness pressing against you when he is wearing those tight trousers and you’re overcome with wanton desperation at the thought of him buried within you. Hastily you move to undo his jacket but he grabs your wrists with ease and you catch the smirk on his smudged lips.

“You have such little patience, principessa,” he teases, releasing your wrists and shifting you over so he can spread his legs. With you now straddling a single thigh, he pushes it up against your clothed sex. Your hands move to grip at his shoulders as it sends a wave of bliss rolling through you, leaving only a want for more in its wake. “You need to calm a little…relax, si? Go slow.”

You nod and he presses his thigh up against your pussy again making you moan. The friction feels far too good and you don’t need any more words from him to start rubbing yourself against his thigh. It’s solid beneath you and whenever he presses it up to meet you, causing your clit to throb at the added pressure your breath hitches.

“Good girl,” he says, hands moving to hold your waist. “You use Papa.”

Your movements get quicker as you feel your core tightening, the tendrils of bliss just within reach. You are sure you must be ruining his trousers, you can feel the sodden fabric of your knickers as you rub yourself against his thigh. It’s nowhere near as good as having his cock in you, or his fingers, but right now you are too keyed up to care. It’s friction, delicious friction, and the way Papa holds you in place has you keening. The tension snaps quickly when he presses his thigh against your clit and you come, the sweet relief making fresh tears prick at your eyes.

You ride it out against him, moaning as the pleasure ripples through you. Hands grip his suit jacket, creasing the fabric as you frantically hold onto him. A few moments pass as you come back to yourself, breaths evening out as Papa brushes a hand against your forehead before leaning in to plant a kiss.

“Does that feel better, la mia piccola principessa?” Another kiss is pressed against your forehead and you can’t help but smile. “Tell me.”

“Yes, Papa,” you breathe, sliding closer to him so you can tuck your head back under his chin.

“Sei l'unico per me, dolce.” Arms wrapping around you, he holds you close. “Just you, capisci? The only one for Papa.”

Amore mio - My love

La mia piccola principessa - My little princess

Sei l'unico per me, dolce - You’re the only one for me, dolce

Capisci? - You understand?

I have not proof read this and its like 12:30am but WOOH.

#started making it had a breakdown bon appetit #im fine #🥲🥲🥲#the band ghost fic #papa iv x female reader #papa iv x reader #fic: il cuore della principessa #im not sticking this on ao3 because i cannot be bothered and its kinda lame :))))#this isnt even that emotional but im Unwell so !#anyway dont perceive me thanks :)))#my-writing #update: less mentally unstable me added it to ao3 lmao

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madebysimblr · 3 months ago

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[phone ringing]

[Viola giggling wildly]

Viola: RAWWWWWWR!!!!

Darion: So scary!!

Dax: [whines] Mamaaaa!

Whitney: Vi, stop scaring your brother. [phone ringing] Oh! That must be Charlotte! She wanted to call. You got them?

Darion: Of course.

Whitney: Hey girlies! What's going on?

Charlotte: Uh, well… Sorella needs to talk to you. You're on speaker.

Whitney: Sure! What's up?

Sorella: [sniffles] Mom...

Whitney: What's wrong?

One short story later...

Sorella: And so he's on his way back home… Which I guess is Del Sol Valley. Unless James Montgomery just happens to have an identical twin brother, named Alex…?

Whitney: Oh darling. No, he doesn't.

Sorella: [sniffles] I thought as much. I feel so stupid.

Whitney: You're not stupid. Just young.

Sorella: That doesn't feel like much of an excuse.

Whitney: Might not, but it is one.

Sorella: [sighs heavily] Mom, what the hell should I do?

Whitney: Well. That's up to you. Though I am in favor of what Envy suggested. An ass kicking is the LEAST he deserves. But while all of us are furious at him, that hasn't quite caught up to you has it?

Sorella: [sniff sniffle] It really hasn't. I'm… I'm just heartbroken… I don't ever want to see him again.

Whitney: Oh, sweetie... [sighs] I don't know how realistic that is. But you can try to just break things off with him from a distance I suppose?

Sorella: Yeah...

Whitney: Do you want to stay there, Lottie?

Charlotte: If it's ok with Sorella, yeah.

Sorella: It'll be good to have you here. Good distraction.

Whitney: Do you want me to do anything?

Sorella: …. Not yet.. But maybe eventually you can tell him off for me?

Whitney: I can do that. I'm so sorry about this, Sorella.

Sorella starts crying again

Charlotte: Talk later, Mom. Love you.

Whitney: Love you too. And Sorella, anything you need. Just ask.

#simblr #ts4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #cortes legacy #gen 4 #sorella #envy #whitney #charlotte #darion #daxton #viola #;-;#personally im in favor of letting whitney and envy enact vengence #but poor sorella :((

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bolliancat · 1 year ago

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I'm back :D

This was inspired by my fake scenarios about the Antichrist theory. Based on a video of 'Billiesghot.snc' on tiktok.

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Copia x F!Reader

W: Blood, killing, antichrist, fluff, established relationship, light mention of sex.

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Antichrist

There he was.

Covered in blood.

Papa Emeritus the Forth.

Or was he?

You don't know.

At his feet, Saltarian and Imperator. Both dead. You were shocked, of course. How far would he go to achieve more?

"My dear," you heard him saying, and your eyes met. He didn't seem like him, but all you could see was him. "You're afraid."

"Not of you."

He seemed to search the truth on your eyes, "Of what, then?"

"For you."

That was truth. You were afraid of what could happen with him. It didn't mattered for you that he was holding a knife covered with the blood of his mother. You weren't afraid to die.

But you can't lie: the thought of him killing you passed through your mind.

"For me?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. You wouldn't call him weak. He knows it.

"For what can happen to you-" Your voice broke just from the thought.

The corner of his lips lifted in a small smile. He stepped in your direction, a small step just to test the waters. When you didn't flinched or stepped back, he walked towards you.

The knife was still on his hand, you noted.

If that's how you would die, if it was your lover who would end you, you only hoped that he would have a good life.

Standing in front of you, he gently caressed your cheek. "Lost in thoughts, tesoro?" He asked with that side smirk that you loved.

You leaned to his touch, afraid that it would disappear with how featherly it felt.

He smiled, running his thumb on your lower lip, glad to see how prontly you opened your mouth to him.

"Always so willing to give me what I want..." He mumbled with his eyes fixed on your lips. "The sorella who's eyes always searched for me, even when I was a Cardinal..." He had a different tone, a thoughtful one.

Like he was wondering if he should kill you or not.

"Tell me, amore mio," he started, eyes searching for yours. "How would you live with the devil's son sleeping beside you?"

Better than you think. Happier than anyone can imagine.

"If it's you," you murmured, lost in his mismatched eyes.

"If it's me?" He insisted, hand moving to the side of your neck.

"I love you," you breathed and he chuckled.

"I know." He replied, remembering how you tell it every day. Just in case he forget.

"I don't want to lose you." You whispered, not trusting in your voice to say it louder without breaking. He tried to pull his hand back, but you held it, and he, for the first time on this night, saw fear in your eyes. Not because of him, not because he was holding a knife covered with the blood of his own mother...

But fear of him leaving.

He laughed. His sweet sorella, the one who smiled at him right from the beginning, since she arrived the Ministry, the only one who she smiled at, was him. That poor, fool Cardinal who nobody cared.

She did. Right from the start, she did.

How could he leave? How could he even think about leaving his amore alone?

"Always so sweet..." He pondered, "I can still remember the disgusted face of your friends when you first helped me." He caressed your hand with his thumb, looking directly into your eyes. "You never cared about who was around you, you always smiled at me."

You smiled almost automatically. "I always cared more about you." He nodded. He knew it, over everyone in that place, you always chose him. Always on his side.

He smiled, placing an almost shy kiss on your lips. He was still your old, kind and loving Cardinal.

No matter how confident he was now, how sure of himself he was now. No matter that his mother was dead on the ground while he smiled lovingly at you, he was still your Copia. Antichrist or not, he is your Copia.

The knife was still firm on his hand, though.

"Are you feeling good, cara?" He asked, looking at you with those eyes. The same eyes that shone with tears the first time you told that you loved him.

Your eyes dropped to his lips. The same lips who peppered your face with kisses the night you accepted to be his.

"Yes." You whispered, looking back into his eyes before looking at the knife firm on his hand. You sighed softly, trusting him. "Are you-"

"No." He interrupted, "not you. Never you." He said, dropping the knife on the ground and cupping your face on his bloody hands. The sound of the metal echoing on the room relieved your nerves.

He smiled. Your face. Your beautiful, soft and innocent face, covered with blood. The blood who covered his hands. You were even more beautiful like this.

"Red suits you," he pointed. He already knew this. How many times you used that dangerously short red dress just to test his limits. How he was always so careful to take it off your body, not wanting to ruin it just for you to use it again and tease him. Oh, how he loved you.

"I can say the same about you." He wasn't so different, his papal paint ruined with blood drops.

He chuckled, placing a lingering kiss on your lips.

You almost instantly opened your lips for him. Always so receptive, he thought. His tongue joined yours in a beautiful and sensual dance, the kiss becoming more passionately with the second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands automatically rested on your waist, so familiar with the place.

As you broke the kiss to catch your breath, you smiled at each other. "I want you," he whispered.

"I want you, too." You replied, pressing your body against his. "I need you." You corrected.

He chuckled. "Always so needy of your Papa, eh?" Pretending like he wasn't just like that for you.

You placed a kiss on his chin. "Always."

Antichrist or not, we will always love our Copia.

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It didn't go as I planed, but I always melt when I write him.

I hope you liked it ♡

#cardinal copia #copia x reader #ghost band #the ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa x reader #papa 4 #papa copia #popia #papa emeritus the fourth #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv x female reader #papa iv

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splatsvilles-fashionista · 9 months ago

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Undercover Sorella Brella 🌂

Putting aside Screen's accessibility issues for a moment I do think this is the better Undercover kit and it is entirely because of the Torpedo. Having a bomb that you can combo and distract with does a lot for a weapon that relies on drawing out fights to splitting enemy attention to compensate for its poor damage. Now, if only they had given it a Special that had more synergy with it.

Howdy Hat / Vintage Check Shirt / Angry Rain Boots

#splatoon 3 #undercover sorella brella #outfit request

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copias-girl · 2 years ago

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter VIII

A/N: Sit down, put your Red Lobster bibs on, and get ready to EAT because this chapter just came outta the oven! ♥︎

All chapters <3

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The events of the sleepover continued, but ever since you kissed him, Cardinal Copia had been in a daze. His dichromatic eyes were glazed over, cheeks remaining permanently flushed. He kept trying to muster up the courage to dare you to kiss him again, but every time his turn came around he would falter, instead just picking something painfully lame that would even make himself cringe.

Copia was also desperately trying to stave off the thoughts he was having about you. That kiss did something to him, and he kept accidentally slipping into horribly lewd daydreams about you that made his cock throb and leak precum into his pants. He envisioned you on his lap again, making out with him so sweetly, sucking on his tongue and riding his cock feverishly.

He wondered how it would feel as you gripped his shoulders and bounced up and down on him, taking him over and over again. Could he make you moan like that? Would you moan his name, or his title? Or… would you call him Rat, as you’d been doing all night? Copia shivered at the thought, saliva pooling in his mouth. Satan, he had to be careful or he’d start drooling like an idiot.

He imagined your sugary lips on him again, pressing fire hot kisses into his flesh before throwing your head back and moaning out:

Cardinal!

Oh Cardinal!

Cardinal!

Cardinal…?

Cardinal???

“Cardinal? Cardinal??” You waved in front of his face.

“Hellooo? Earth to Rat??” Your voice finally roused the man from his thoughts as you snapped your fingers a few times.

“Eh! S-sorry…” He murmured, shamefully averting his gaze from you as if you could read every thought that bounced around in his head. And with the way you were smirking at him, he could almost believe it.

“I don’t know where you went but, it’s your turn.” You told him.

“O-oh, ehm… T-truth or dare?” Copia asked you, swallowing nervously.

“Dare.”

Now was his chance.

“I dare you.. to… ehm… I dare you to k-… to k-k….” He just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Cat got your tongue, Rat?” You taunted him, raising an eyebrow.

“I dare you to tell me- ehm- What is.. eh… y-your favourite… e-ehm… c-c-candy?” Goddammit, he lost his nerve and he somehow managed to turn a dare into a truth.

“My favourite candy?” You smirked. “Hmm. Lollipops.” You decided. “Especially the ones with a bit of cream in the middle. After so much sucking and licking, you get a nice little surprise.” You explained, earning gasps and giggles from your friends.

The Cardinal’s face was priceless. Certainly you didn’t mean- That couldn’t be an innuendo for- Could it?? The poor man looked as though he was about to pop. And by the way he was snagging a stray pillow on the floor and trying to be casual as he set it on his lap, you knew that his raging boner hadn’t died down one bit since you gave him his first kiss.

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After you all exhausted every dare and question, the game concluded; deep regret hanging heavy over Copia’s head for not asking for another kiss. Why was he such a pathetic loser? But then Lilith was speaking up, pulling the man from his thoughts.

“Sooooo, since it’s getting later, we should totally watch a horror movie.” She suggested.

“Oh my Satan, yes!” You clapped excitedly, standing up. “You guys can pick one out, I need to… reapply my lipgloss… since it all ended up in Cardi’s mouth.” You smirked, gaze locked onto Copia.

His puppy eyes widened, nearly choking on air at that last thing you said. “I-I-I’m s-sorry Sorella, I- eh-”

“Don’t be, Cardinal. It’s just par for the course with kissing.” You grinned, giving his head a little pat as you stepped past him, slinking off to your ensuite bathroom.

Your room was a bigger than most siblings’; Terzo had set you up in it. “Anything for la mia Sorella preferita. And since you won’t share my room, I suppose this will have to do.” He had said, kissing the back of your hand and smirking at you charmingly.

You reapplied some of your cherry gloss before stepping back into the main room, seeing your friends all gathered around the television to pick out a movie while Copia quietly sat in his place on the floor, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

They finally settled on a movie called Lights Out, which looked pretty scary, so you all piled onto your bed with some pink throw blankets.

“Cardinal, come here!” You patted the spot next to you when you noticed the man still seated on your rug. He looked up at you with pitiful eyes, apparently surprised that you were allowing him onto your bed. He went to reach for his biretta but you stopped him with a sharp, “Leave it off, Rat.”

He obeyed you with a quick nod, getting up and moseying over to your bed like a lost puppy. He sat lightly on the edge, but you pulled him closer and squeezed him in, fluffing part of the blanket over him. “You know, I really like your hair.” You commented, turning to him and brushing deft fingers through his thick locks.

“O-oh, grazie Sorella…” He blushed hotly, his pointy nose almost bumping into yours as he turned to face you. “I am, eh.. getting more grey.. heh heh..” He chuckled nervously. Shit, why did he say that? Why was he bringing attention to the fact that he was so much older than you? He didn’t vocalize it, but he did feel like you were partially to blame for his hair greying quicker; with the way you stressed him out oh so much.

You only shook your head with a soft smile, fingertips ghosting over his temples, where the most grey was coming in. “I don’t mind at all, I like it.”

A chill ran down the man’s spine at that. Were you just trying to flatter him or… did you really mean it? He didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Mable interrupted his thoughts as she looked to you and giggled. “Oh boy, be careful sitting next to her during a horror movie! Last time she was all over me!” She laughed.

“I can’t help it, the jump scares always get me!” You pouted.

The Cardinal only blushed harder, his whole body tense as he was painfully aware of your close proximity. He was riddled with worry, not knowing if he’d be able to handle it if you got any closer.

His fate was sealed as the lights were dimmed and the movie started up.

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The movie hopped into the scary stuff pretty much right away, and it had you pressing closer and closer to Copia as the tension rose in each scene.

“Aah!” You yelped cutely at one of the jump scares, wrapping your arms around the Cardinal’s neck, pressing your cheek against his. Copia inhaled sharply, freezing in place, not even daring to breathe. As the next suspenseful moment built, you only wound your arms around him tighter, like a serpent constricting its prey.

“I’m scared.” You whispered with a little giggle. The Cardinal was such a sweet gentleman, and, wanting to comfort you, he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You grabbed his other hand, holding it up to your face to cover your eyes just a little bit.

“Open your fingers.” You murmured, and he did so that you could peek through the leather. You squirmed nervously, even snaking one of your legs over Copia’s as you awaited the next jump scare. His wide mismatched eyes kept flicking away from the screen in favour of glancing at you. His chest began to tighten, struggling to stifle a groan as your leg hiked up higher, brushing over the painful tent in his pants.

“Ah!” The Cardinal gasped loudly as your leg jolted deliciously against his erection. Thankfully, the jumpscare had come at the exact same time, so his noise was disguised as one of fear.

With a frightened squeak, you grabbed fistfuls of Copia’s cassock and tugged him half on top of you. He let out a surprised sound as you maneuvered him like a rag doll, desperately trying not to poke you with his hard cock.

With the next scare, however, you were scrambling on top of the Cardinal, your legs tangled with his under the soft pink blanket, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Copia’s eyes were rolling back in delight, his cock twitching and pulsing as he exhaled shakily. Your touch was intoxicating; he couldn’t get enough of the way you squeezed and pulled at him, squirming all around and smothering him.

Beside you on the bed, the other girls were all hugging each other, screaming and giggling as the scariness of the movie progressed. However, they kept stealing odd glances at your situation with the Cardinal, the way your body wrapped lithely around his. They partially chalked it up to you being frightened, however they were still disturbed by the fact that you were so incredibly close to the man. It was bad enough you had to kiss him earlier.

Currently, Copia’s big cock was poking right into you, causing you to bite your lip and rub your thighs together. Sweet Satan, this pathetic man made you so incredibly crazed with lust. And you knew it must be terribly agonizing, but you still couldn’t help but accidentally-on-purpose grind into him. You hid a smirk at the way Copia’s lips parted, his eyes widening as he almost blew his load in his pants.

You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought your lips to his ear.

“What do you always have in your pocket, hm?” You whispered, feeling the man stiffen as you nudged your leg against his cock.

“It’s so big and hard. You must have really deep pockets in this getup.” You added, feigning innocence.

“I- w-well- ehm-” Copia stammered, not knowing what to say. But then you were snaking a hand under the blanket, and before the Cardinal could do anything, you were grasping his cock through his pants and giving it a squeeze.

Copia choked out a strangled moan, and you gasped, recoiling your hand and trying to act surprised. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you leaned in.

“You little perv.” You whispered hotly in his ear, causing Copia to whimper, his face paling before his feverish blush came back full force.

“N-no, p-p-please, I-I-” He stammered, but ultimately had no excuse. He fully expected to be shamed and kicked out of the sleepover. And he’d deserve it too, for being such a disgusting pervert.

“You’re sick, Rat.” You chastised him, but your arms only tightened around him, your soft lips brushing against his ear, his sideburn.

The poor man was trembling, whispering out apology after apology, the lines on his forehead deepening with worry and remorse. You thought he might even start crying.

“P-p-p-please forgive me, Sorella, I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean to, I-” He frantically yet quietly begged for pardon, his flushed lower lip trembling with emotion.

You placed a soothing hand on his cheek, grabbing his attention as he stared at you with wide eyes in the close proximity, your nose brushing against his. Copia waited in suspense for you to speak, fidgeting in his place, fearful of what you might say.

“Shut up, Rat, I can’t hear the movie.” You cooed softly with a wicked little smirk and mischief twinkling in your eyes.

The Cardinal nodded shakily, another ghost of an apology falling from his lips, his wide eyes never leaving yours. He felt like prey, frozen in fear and waiting to see if the predator would strike. You didn’t, instead just turning back to the movie and snuggling up to him closer, pulling him into you, resting your head against his and mindlessly carding your fingers through his hair. Copia’s breath was coming in quick little gasps now, especially when you made no effort to move your leg, which was resting right on his cock. You could feel the sheer heat emanating from it right through his pants and cassock, and although you pitied the poor man, his agony made your little pussy so wet.

Your touch was maddening, your nails raking softly against his scalp, causing Copia to subconsciously tighten his arm around your waist. Poor thing, he could hardly even concentrate on the movie. He was only aware of the jump scares because that’s when you would wind yourself around him tighter, pulling him closer by his collar and holding him almost intimately.

Copia’s heart was hammering in his chest, so intensely he thought it might give out any second. You had such a profound effect on him, causing his head to spin and his chest to ache and his cock to throb and twitch and weep in ways it never ever had before.

You were mindlessly moving your leg against him, knowing you could cause him to cum any second. Copia was quietly panting, desperate to not make it obvious, but oh so eager for release. And finally, just when he was about to burst, just when the poor man was going to get some relief, the credits began to roll.

You and the other sisters sighed, all going limp. And unfortunately for Copia, you removed your leg.

“What a wild ride!” You giggled, relaxing into the Cardinal’s arms, all the tension leaving your body. The poor man could have wept. He was so close to release, so close to cumming in his pants, all from you. His brain was foggy and he felt feverish, yet he noted in pleasant surprise that you didn’t move away from him now that the movie was over.

“Did you like it?” You turned to face him, your head resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him with tousled hair and a cute, kittenish smile on your lips.

“S-Si, it.. it was good…” Copia nodded awkwardly, suddenly aware of the way his arms were around you. He wondered if that was okay, if you minded at all.

“I, eh… I-I better go, it is late, ehm…” He began to sit up, but you whined.

“Noooo! You’re staying!” You protested, pouncing on the man and pinning him to the bed, sitting right on his weeping cock.

“Oh!” He gasped. “B-but, ehm..”

“You can’t just go out into the dark corridor after watching that! And besides, you need to protect me from monsters.” You told him.

“I don’t think he could protect you from fuck all with those noodle arms.” Emily scoffed. Copia self-consciously glanced at his arms. Shit, was it that noticeable?

“But you’d try, wouldn’t you?” You cooed, fingertips softly scratching under Copia’s chin as he moved to sit up against the headboard with you still straddling his lap.

“Of course, Sorella.” He nodded. That seemed like the only thing he was completely sure of.

“My hero.” You swooned, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek against his, causing Copia to bristle with excitement.

“I-I would die trying to protect you, Sorella.” The Cardinal dared to add, bashfully averting his gaze.

“Simp.” Lilith snorted, causing your friends to burst out laughing.

You ignored them, smiling appreciatively at Copia. “That’s sweet.” You remarked, brushing the back of your finger against the man’s freckled cheek.

“Just let him get back to his own room already…” Emily sighed in annoyance.

“I dunno, I kinda wanna keep him.” You hummed playfully studying the pathetic man.

Copia stifled a moan. He wanted that so badly. He wanted to be kept by you. He wanted to be yours. Poor thing, he knew you were only teasing him, probably laughing at him behind his back, but he couldn’t help but fantasize about your words becoming a reality.

“I… I will stay if you want me to…” He timidly spoke up.

You squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down on his lap and nearly causing Copia to cum for the millionth time as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Well, he can’t sleep in the bed, there’s no room.” Lilith pointed out.

“And I’m taking the sofa.” Emily added.

“Well…” You slid off Copia’s lap, gathering a bunch of blankets and pillows onto the soft area rug right next to your side of the bed.

“There. A comfy rat’s nest for my little Rat.” You giggled. “Is this alright?”

Copia nodded, cheeks flushed as he got out of your bed and made himself comfortable on the little nest you made for him.

You hugged your friends and wished them a good night and sweet dreams, before turning and looking at Copia.

“Sweet dreams, Cardinal.” Your voice lilted coquettishly, kneeling beside him and pressing a sweet goodnight kiss to his cheek. His lips parted as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his blush intensifying.

“Y-y-you too…” He whispered, watching as you blew out all the candles, turned off all the lights, and got into bed.

•𖤐•

It was the middle of the night when you woke up, taking a sip of water from the glass on your nightstand. You stretched, feeling Ava hogging your space and stealing your covers. You peeked over the edge of the plush bed, sleepy eyes softening as you gazed dreamily at the sleeping Cardinal. He looked so innocent and peaceful, his chest rising and falling slowly. You decided to let Ava, Mable, and Lilith have the bed to themselves while you slipped onto the floor, snuggling up next to Copia under the blanket.

You watched him sleep for a few moments, carefully bending down to place a barely-there little kiss to his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched, the lines on his face softening as he relaxed into your touch. You pressed another peck to his lips, then the tip of his nose, his cheekbone, his chin. Part of you wished he’d wake up and catch you.

You situated yourself in his arms, resting your head on his chest and burying your face into the fabric of his cassock. He only stirred, subconsciously leaning into your warmth. You sighed happily, squeezing him a little tighter. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed you once more.

•𖤐•

Your friends awoke before you and the Cardinal, absolutely horrified to find you cuddling with him.

“Ew!” Emily grimaced. “Maybe she was sleepwalking and had no idea what she was doing…?”

“Maybe she was just uncomfortable with us in the bed?” Lilith suggested, trying to come up with any excuse besides the fact that you wanted to be close to Copia.

“Should we wake her?” Ava asked.

“Let her sleep. She looks… oddly comfortable.” Mable winced.

It was an only bit later that Copia began to stir, at first not knowing where he was. He blinked the sleep from his mismatched eyes, the events of the previous night slowly coming back to him. It was then that he realized he was.. holding something. Or… someone.

He looked down to find you, angelic as ever, sleeping soundly in his arms. You looked like a freshly-fallen angel, having been cast down from heaven and gracefully landing in his arms. Copia gasped softly, his cheeks tinged pink as he watched you for a few moments; the way your cheek was smushed into his chest, the way your lips were curled upwards in a gentle smile, the way your arms were wrapped around his waist, using him as your teddy bear. You were beauty incarnate, and the Cardinal burned the image into his mind, as he knew this would most likely be his only chance to witness such a thing.

Your lashes began to flutter as you awoke, nuzzling your face against Copia’s chest before looking up at him.

“Buongiorno, Cardinale.” Your girlish voice melted his heart, gave him butterflies in his stomach.

“B-b-buongiorno, Sorella.” He stuttered.

“Sleep well?” You asked, making no move to get up.

“S-si, I.. a-and you?” He responded.

“Not at first but… After I came down here I slept amazingly.” You beamed. “I hope you don’t mind?”

“No! Eh- N-no, not at all, Sorella.” Copia tried and failed not to appear too eager.

“Soooo, you gonna get up?” Emily prompted you expectantly.

You groaned, flopping your head down back onto the Cardinal, giving him another squeeze and making his cheeks flush. “Five more minutes? I’m sooo comfy.”

“Well, if we don’t head down now, we’ll be late for breakfast, and today’s pancake day.” Mable enticed you.

“Oh! I love pancakes!” You shot upright at that.

“Yeah, better hurry before there’s none left!” Lilith giggled.

“Come on, everyone, hurry up!” You exclaimed, bolting to the bathroom. The last thing Copia saw was your bare back as you grabbed your habit and lifted your pyjama shirt over your head before shutting the door behind you.

The overwhelmed Cardinal collapsed back onto the pile of pillows, sighing dreamily.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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Dark Baptism

Okey dokey! We're here again. Back to fuel the two-person fandom-beast created by the incredible: @copiousloverofcopia. <3

Ren, you deserve this because of doing that thing that you did for me. Thank you, my sweet. xoxoxo

Mrs. Prime Mover Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's life changing. And Ren is the best. Anything you click on written by her will instantly make your day better and leave you beyond flustered.

Oh yeah, some minor NSFW themes below. And a happy Imbolc to those who celly. Onwards!

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Okay, so awhile, awhile back……

“Come on, hustle, hustle!” Liz encouraged Alé as they squeezed through groups of excited, chattering siblings.

“Liz, we don’t need to be weird about it! It’s okay if I miss out on this sign up!” Alessandra griped as her wrist was limply strung along by her dearest friend.

After being at the Ministry for almost a year, Alessandra had admitted she was ready to have her previous faith washed away and be born again as a Child of Lucifer. Unfortunately, these types of baptisms were held quite irregularly (as it depended on the interest from the novices). So when Alessandra had overheard Sibling Margeaux mentioning a few other newcomers gaining interest, she knew she had to jump on it. She was ready to commit her life to the Ministry, her new chosen family, and The Dark One.

Elizabet continued to drag Alé along to their destination: Primo coming hot off the pulpit. The oldest of the Emeritus brothers was coming down the steps to greet a few siblings vying for his attention after his sermon today.

Today, Primo had preached about the upcoming Imbolc holiday; he spoke about how the weeks ahead would be addressing the proper ways to prepare, purify, and heal in this life as the first of February drew near. He closed with reminding the masses before him in the pews that the more popular holiday, Lupercalia, followed closely behind and as always the Clergy would be putting on the regular shenanigans.

“Papa!” Liz called out, waving down Primo.

Primo gave the young women a soft smile as he motioned them in, “Sister Elizabet, Sister Alessandra, unblessed be.”

“Beautiful sermon today, Papa,” Liz beamed, Alessandra agreeing beside her. Liz grabbed Alé’s arm and nudged her to Primo, “Papa, we were hoping to catch you in regards to the upcoming unbaptisms; Alé wants in! So how does she sign up? “

“Thanks, mom,” Alé gave an unamused glare to her friend, being perfectly able to speak for herself as needed.

“Is this right, Sister Alessandra? You’re wanting to cast off your former affiliations and join us for good, eh?” Primo gave her a wink as he held out his gloved hand for her. Primo had taken a shine to this girl; he had been complimenting her addition to their sect for months now.

Alé clung to his hand, nodding and looking deep into his mismatched eyes, “It is, Papa. I’ve already dedicated my life to Satan, but this feels right. It’s what I need to do. I’d be honored to have you absolve me of my past indoctrinations-- if there’s still room...”

“Nonsense, Sorella, it would be my onore,” Primo beamed, his old eyes shining, “I will remember to add you to my list and Brother Garrett, who is coordinating this for us, will reach out to you with further instructions next week.”

“Thank you so much, Papa, this truly means everything to me,” Alé expressed her gratitude. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally caught sight of him: Primo’s terror of a brother. Alé could see the younger of Primo’s two attending cardinals sitting in the center pew with his legs obnoxiously stretched out and arms casually draped over the back of the bench.

Terzo was turned from her slightly, coolly chatting up a Brother of Sin he caught the attention of behind him. Terzo’s gloved fingers toyed with one of the gold buttons on his stark, black cassock laying everything he had on this poor soul. Alessandra couldn’t hear their conversation, but the playboy must have said something ridiculous because the blonde man he spoke to was doubled over, waving him off. Terzo looked beyond amused; a large cheeky grin took over his expression as he tucked a stray piece of hair back into its place. Alé couldn’t help but frown watching the disgusting display.

Alessandra quickly averted her eyes back to Primo, “Papa, it feels silly to ask, but can you promise it’ll be you performing my unbaptism? I really feel… the most comfortable with you.”

“My child, I may be getting a little aged, and I may not have many more February dips in my near future, but I can promise you unless our Dark Lord Satanas speaks against it, I shall be there to welcome you back into our arms from their lies.”

“And your cardinals can't do baptisms, is that right?" Alé pressed, looking for a little more solid confirmation. From her peripheral, she could see Cardinal Terzo motioning out the doors as he proceeded to stand and shake out his cassock. He gave a wink to the enamored Brother of Sin as he began to make his leave from the chapel. The Brother followed closely behind him.

Primo placed his hands on Alé’s shoulders, speaking directly to her while regaining her attention, “Dolcezza, sÌ, my fratellinos are able to absolve a being from their previous religions as matured cardinals now. But, nothing would happen to make me miss out on your liberation."

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A few weeks later…

Terzo closed his eyes as he listened to the thrum of his lover’s heart. Omega’s tail still wrapped around Terzo’s thigh, the smell of their sweat still heavy in the air. The large ghoul tipped Terzo’s chin up to gently nip at the Cardinal’s jawline, teasing his claws down Terzo's chest earning a small moan from his lover.

“Amore,” Terzo sighed breathlessly, rubbing his hands through his hair in his post-orgasmic haze, “Don't think this means I want anything to change, but I have to tell you: I probably won't be able to sit on my ass for the rest of the week… “

Omega snorted against Terzo’s hair, “Didn't hear you complaining just a little bit ago."

“No, and you won't! I'm happy, I'm just a little red. And sore. Bruised..." the smaller man lamented, arms and legs still tangled around the ashen-colored, muscled limbs of his partner.

The ghoul continued to breath softly, a subdued purr coming from deep in his chest. He took the hand of his human lover and brushed his calloused fingers over the future Papa’s deep maroon nail polish. The Quintessential ghoul nuzzled his face against Terzo’s palm.

Terzo closed his eyes, biting his lip as he wiggled up to lock lips with Omega. Terzo felt his skin flush as his cock weakly kicked back to life; Omega could smell the instant change as he licked his own lips.

“On your knees, Cardinal," Omega grunted out as he began to rise above the clergyman. He felt his heavy cock start to twitch again as the animalistic urge to breed his partner rose from deep down in his gut.

"Anything for you, caro mio,” Terzo purred, rolling himself onto his stomach and pressing up to position himself on his hands and knees before the large ghoul; his reddened ass presented to the ghoul on full display. Omega smirked at the large hand-sized welts left all over his lover. Terzo loved walking around with hickeys, bruises, marks, anything souvenirs to remind him of his lovers; Omega was always more than happy to oblige and frequently went above and beyond. Terzo dipped down to encourage Omega to grab at his hips, when he caught a fleeting glance of the alarm clock on the side table. Terzo felt a boulder drop to the pit of his stomach as all the color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck! Cazzo, merde, ass, shit!" Terzo exclaimed as he threw himself from the bed. His leg got caught up in the expensive woven sheets as he tumbled face first into the ground, "Shitty, ass, shit! Cazzo!“

“Where in the hell do you think you're going!?" Omega growled, his nose wrinkling back as he snarled at his partner. He crawled toward the smaller man, watching as Terzo agonizingly tore through the heap of clothes they made on the floor as he tried to smooth down his tangled mess of hair.

“Primo was feeling unwell last night and was debating if he should proceed with the ehh… dunking activities today," Terzo quickly attempted to mime as he tried to shake the debris off his wrinkled, black slacks, "Secondo and I agreed to pick up his duties today if he was still sickly. And I was supposed to meet with them roughly 45 minutes ago to discuss who is doing what.”

Omega’s frown melted into a soft smirk, man would absolutely lose his head if it wasn't already attached. Terzo whipped on the pair of dressy, violet socks with a secret message on the bottoms that suggested the reader to go give themselves a happy ending. Terzo threw his cassock over his head and finished redoing the buttons on his chest, promising he'd make this and more up to his beloved ghoul a little later. The two shared one more passionate kiss before Terzo ran out of the bedroom, barely closing the door to Omega’s room, as he began to sprint down the hall.

“Stronzino!" A deep voice shouted from his left..

Terzo stopped dead in his tracks, spinning in his heel to face his older-ish brother, he gave Secondo a grimace and a small guilty wave, “Hi."

“Don't you fucking ‘hi’ me. Do you know how long we foolishly waited thinking you would actually show up?"

Terzo pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head down to receive his verbal punishment; audibly sighing as Cardinal Secondo continued to berate him.

"And now we're already late,” Secondo turned and began storming away from his younger brother, "I'll just do everything myself. Primo will deal with you later.”

"Don't be that way,” Terzo begged, trailing closely behind the balding cardinal, grabbing at his brother’s sleeve. Secondo slapped away his younger brother’s hands.

"What were you doing? Or dare I ask who?” he glowered at his brother from the corner of his eye as the two descended down the Ministry's main stairwell.

Terzo gave his brother a guilty grin and shrugged it off, waving his delicate, gloved hand at him, "Non importa.”

“Coglione, I'm becoming awfully tired of your bullshit. You better not still be pulling this when you're acting as my Cardinal, or I swear to Lucifer-"

“Yes, yes, yes," the shorter ministry official agreed, cutting him off, “I know your feelings. I'm aware! You’ve made yourself very clear. Don't get off track. Come sta Primo?"

“Potrebbe essere morto, per quanto ti importa!"

Terzo rolled his eyes as he tried to not let his brother's crotchety mood damper his spirits. The two continued out the doors and down the path to the ministry’s private access to a body of water. Terzo patted his pockets down, lifting up his cassock to access his cognac-brown, cigarette case in his pants. He quickly opened the pouch and nudged at his brother again. Secondo whipped around to glare down at his brother, hovering nearly an entire foot over him.

“Peace offering," Terzo explained, motioning at the new import of Sicilian cigarillos he had pulled a few strings for. He wasn't above getting on his knees to get what he really wanted.

Secondo stopped in his tracks to gently pluck a cigarette. He tossed it between his lips and cocked an eyebrow at his brother as he sarcastically mimicked a lighter. Terzo sighed as he stashed away the leather case and returned with a novelty lighter adorned with breasts.

“In Satanas’ name… " Second began to chide, not sure whether to be proud or disappointed in his brother's taste in torches. Terzo held the open flame up for his brother to light up; he tutted his tongue as he removed the lighter and tossed it back into his pocket.

“Don't judge how I do shit and I won't judge the piss poor life choices you make, cocca di papà," Terzo teased, before Secondo began the descent again.

Secondo stared vacantly ahead, choosing to focus on the calm water instead of the overwhelming urge to slap the shit out of his incompetent younger brother. Secondo aggressively motioned towards the water, before passing the cigarillo to Terzo, “You want to do this shit or do I have to?"

The two stood side by side in front of the small man-made lake (really a pond) made years ago; it was there before Terzo and Secondo had been relocated to this sect. Many rituals had been performed on these shores, the magickal aspects of the water used in many many spells in their youth. Many warm, summer nights had also been spent disrobed with their own respective partners in the lake. Terzo inhaled the smoke before pushing it out of his nostrils, “I don't do cold."

“As future Papa-'' Secondo began lecturing, pointing a finger between Terzo’s eyes.

Terzo uncrossed his eyes as he batted away the finger, “Fine! Sasso, carta, forbici?"

Secondo grabbed the cigarillo back taking a few seconds to inhale, before casually flicking ash at his brother. He tossed the cigarette back between his lips as he held his hands out at the ready to win, “Bene."

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Brother Garrett hurriedly made his way down to where the two brothers were seated side-by-side on a log near the shore. Terzo and Secondo seemed engrossed in their own discussions as they passed the small remainder of a cigarillo back and forth, murmuring to each other.

“Cardinals?” Garrett called out, alerting them of his presence. Terzo turned over his shoulder and gave the sibling a wave, before turning back to his “older�� brother and finishing his train of thought.

"I do think it would be a brilliant idea. You're just jealous you don't have the charisma to pull it off.”

“I'm warning you: neither Imperator or Nihil would find the charm in a kazoo," Secondo waved his brother off, chuckling as he rose to his feet before changing the topic, “Good morning, Brother Garrett.”

“Good morning, Cardinal Secondo, Cardinal Terzo. I was just finishing meeting with Papa to go over the last minute additions to today. It appears we have seven siblings all looking to be unbaptized today. Did we decide who will be performing their ceremonies?” Garrett cheerfully smiled at the two dark-haired men.

“Secondo lost fair and square,” Terzo teased, pleased he wouldn’t have to go into the pond. He still couldn’t help but be nosy, as he held out his hand for the clipboard nestled in Garret’s arm, “Per favore, may I see the list?”

Garrett turned to Secondo, preparing him for how the morning would pan out and going over other small, last minute details. Terzo skimmed the names of siblings, making mental ‘tick’ marks behind the ones who had accompanied him back to his quarters at one point or another. He couldn’t help but feel a tasteless sense of pride, thinking he was the reason all these siblings would want to convert to their side.

Terzo’s breath hitched as he looked at the final name written in Primo’s beautiful calligraphy, before speaking up, “Garrett, is this the final list?”

Garrett quickly nodded to Terzo before focusing back to debriefing Secondo.

Terzo continued to stare at the name before interrupting again, “Secondo, you need to trade me.”

“Sei un rompicoglioni. Stronzo, what are you going on about now? Quit interrupting!” Secondo hissed, squeezing his eyes shut asking himself silently, how they were related.

“I need you to trade me spots. I’ll do the baptisms and you can do confessional later,” Terzo hurriedly explained, excessively flailing his hands around to emphasize his point.

“I thought fair is fair?” Secondo evilly smiled at him, crossing his arms.

Terzo sighed exasperatedly, “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just switch with me.”

Secondo glared at Terzo, not quite sure what he was up to.

“Secondo, per favore.”

“Qualsiasi,” Secondo gave in, rolling his eyes, confused, but nonetheless thrilled he wouldn’t have to go into the water.

“Oh! Fantastico!” Terzo exclaimed, throwing his arms around his stoic brother, who stiffened at his touch, “Grazie mille! Sono elettrizzato!”

Terzo couldn’t contain his enthusiasm as he planted a loud kiss on his brother’s cheek. Secondo indignantly tossed off his brother before wiping away Terzo’s black lipstick

“I’m going to go change!” Terzo yelled over his shoulder as he sprinted back towards the ministry’s ground.

“He’s going to be late…” Garrett whispered, begging Secondo to do something.

Secondo defeatedly shook his head, watching his brother fade out of view, “There’s no reasoning with that one.”

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The two brothers politely greeted the siblings on Primo’s list as they approached them at the shore. Terzo seemed to grow antsier with each sibling he welcomed, continuously searching. Terzo, the Leo he was, had changed into a stark white vest and slacks with a pale lilac, twill dress shirt underneath. His look was completed with dark Ray Bans tucked behind his ears and bare feet with his manicured toenails painted fuschia.

“What are you looking for?” Secondo grumbled, annoyed with his brother’s lack of attention span.

“No one, I’m just eager to get this over with,” Terzo lied, shutting out his brother’s nagging. He began to check his pockets, removing his sunglasses, lighter, and smokes for safekeeping with Secondo.

Ten minutes into the allotted start time, she appeared to him. She was a vision in her white, lace-trimmed gown and her dark curls bouncing wildly. Her friend was close on her trail as the two women continued at break-neck speed to the meeting spot.

Terzo felt the world slow down and the only soundtrack was his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Sister Alessandra was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in his life. Her strong, well-vocalized disdain for Terzo only made him want her more.

“Oh, ho, ho! Look who showed up!” Terzo gave her a disgustingly excited smile as he opened his arms for her. He could see her winded expression drop flat off her face as she stared at him in shock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Alé hissed quietly to Liz as they slowly walked to Secondo’s side, away from Terzo. Alé brushed her fingers through her hair as she began to weave her locks into a braid, so it’d be a little more manageable in the water.

As Brother Garrett began to welcome the group and explain how the morning was going to go, Terzo, not one to shy away from awkward situations (or at least giving an attempt to make them even more uncomfortable for the other party), casually walked to the other side of his brother to stand by Alé. He gave her another warm smile and a wink as he nodded his head to her, “Sister Alessandra.”

“Cardinal.”

“How are yo--”

“Where is Primo?” Alé cut him off, not wanting to waste any energy on this trash.

“He’s fallen sick,” Terzo answered her, trying not to dwell on his own hurt feelings, “He’s starting to feel better, but there’s no way we will allow him to do anything outside; especially in this swamp. So Cardinal Secondo and I were called in as replacements to basically Ghostbust the Christ out of you all.”

Alessandra turned her back to Terzo and dug her nails into Liz’s arm, she lowered her voice so Terzo wouldn’t eavesdrop, “I’m not doing this.”

“Oh come on!” Liz groaned, “Just get it over with! You said something in your gut told you to do this, so what does it matter who does it?!”

“I know, but I already feel off about this and I’m not letting him touch me.”

Terzo leaned over to the two ladies angrily whispering at each other and also added in a hushed tone, “I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you think.”

“I do not need your input; also quit spying on me!” Alé hissed back at him, “How do I request Cardinal Secondo to perform my unbaptism?”

“You don’t,” Terzo sneered at her, “We already rock, paper, scissored it. Decision is final, Sorella. And clearly I came out on top.”

He gave her another toothy smile as his eyes took her in from head to toe. Alessandra wanted to puke in her mouth. This man was such a waste of her time. The more she learned about him, the more confident she was in her analysis: he was a slut and a moron.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Alé glared at him, crossing her arms, and attempting to shut him out.

Terzo chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back, “Denial is not just a river in--”

“--and Cardinal Terzo, with that, we’re ready when you are,” Brother Garrett interrupted the future Papa with an oblivious smile.

Terzo masked his annoyance and gave Alessandra another wink, “We shall continue this. See you in a minute, dolce.”

Alé felt her stomach churn as she watched the walking headache give the rest of the group a big smile as he took the hand of the first sibling and escorted them out into the chilly water.

She should have run.

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All the other six siblings that had chosen to be religiously freed today had beautiful, private unbaptisms with the future Papa. One-by-one, Terzo had taken them out into the frigid pond and released them from their prior torment in such an intimate ceremony. No one could hear his words from the shores; odd for the usually boisterous man.

From watching his face, you could tell he was taking this very seriously. Alessandra had thought a few times she saw him tear up as the sibling thanked him profusely after he had drenched them. Maybe she had judged him too harshly at their first encounter. He may have a few general character flaws, but seeing him like this had Alé reconsidering a lot. Plus he did look even more handsome in white. The classic dark eye makeup around his eyes, his upper lip crispy painted black, framed by his shaggy locks, Alé’s eyes darted to the floor as she noticed Terzo watching her and giving her a mischievous smile.

“Pronta, Sorella?” Cardinal Terzo held out his hand for her, still grinning. His crisp white slacks were beyond waterlogged and his purple boxers could be seen from miles away. He might as well not even be wearing pants. Alé’s eyes dropped to his chest; a delicate golden Grucifix peered out from his unbuttoned cotton shirt. She felt her breath hitch as she finally took in his chest hair; her eyes began to wander again along his exposed arms, swearing she could see tattoo ink coming from under the cuffs of his shirt. As outgoing as Terzo was, he did keep his own life rather private. Other than the ongoing rumors of how well-endowed he was and his unmatchable stamina, Alé realized she hadn’t heard much else about this mysterious, cocky bastard. As far as she was concerned, his only hobbies were cream pies and sucking dick in the confession booths.

Alé frowned and hesitated before going against her gut and taking the man’s hand. He was surprisingly warm, despite his damp hand. She almost considered moving closer to steal more of his body heat. Terzo gave her a gentle, comforting squeeze as they began to head deeper into the water.

“It’s actually quite cold… I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long,” Alé spoke softly, making nervous, but polite conversation with the religious figure head.

“Eh. Cold yes; only thing I have to gripe about right now is the fantastic shrinkage I’m experiencing right now. Just don’t look down too long for it, I promise I do have a lot more going on than what you can see,” Terzo rambled on, trying not to chuckle at the horrified look on Alé’s face.

“You’re a pig,” Alé gasped, halting in her steps, stopping Terzo with her. She shook her hand to free herself from his touch, as if he were a disease, “I don't think I want to do this anymore."

“Oh, come now,” Terzo chided, trying to gently encourage her onwards, “I was merely teasing, Sorella! I’ll tone it down.”

“I cannot believe that out of all the Ministry officials who could be doing this, I’m stuck here with you!” Alessandra glared at him, starting to lose her patience. The freezing water was doing no favors.

“Stuck with me?!” Terzo feigned horror, “You should be so lucky, Sorella!”

“Can we just get this over with?” Alé crossed her arms. She shouldn’t have let Liz talk her into doing this with the younger cardinal. She should have waited for Primo. She should have ran screaming as soon as she saw Terzo’s devilish smirk, “I thought this day was going to be a lot more meaningful, but this is clearly just a joke to you. I bet you’re going to dazzle them as Papa.”

“Huh.. I apologize, I took this maybe too far; we can fix this,” Terzo spoke a little more seriously than what Alessandra was expecting from him, “Pronta?”

“Yes, Cardinal,” Alé affirmatively nodded her head, glad he seemed to have moved onto business, still weary he might pull something again. She couldn't let her guard down around him.

Terzo gently cleared his throat before speaking so only the two of them could hear, “Welcome, Sister Alessandra. Today, you and I gather to embark on a journey of healing from the wounds of a religious trauma. The undoing of a dedication to a religion you did not consent to. A reversal of spiritual decisions you made without clarity, reclaiming your personal power and finding solace within. Are you ready to proceed? “Yes,” Alé whispered in a hushed tone, finding herself unable to look away from his gaze; she let her arms uncross and fall to her sides.

“This act represents the release of the harmful teachings and reclamation of your own truth. Release the pain and wounds caused by religious trauma. Reclaim your power and define your own path. You are no longer bound by the chains of religious trauma. Embrace your strength, reliance, and the beauty of your unique journey,” Terzo prayed over her.

The butterflies in Alessandra’s stomach were out of control. Her heart was racing. She wanted to get closer to him. She could hear each purposeful breath he took between sentences. She could see his pupils dilate wide as he made unwavering eye contact with her; unable to look away from his Satan-given eye. She could smell his cologne overwhelming her senses. She felt her heart skip a few beats as she reached out for the dark clergyman and he firmly grasped her hand in return. With the warmth and energy that surged between them as they entwined their fingers, she could have sworn there were electrical currents in the tiny pond.

“Sister Alessandra, take a moment to reflect on your newfound freedom and the inner strength that resides within you. Today, we have taken a significant step towards healing from your religious trauma. As you move forward, remember,” Terzo paused for a second, finding himself unable to look anywhere but into her hazel eyes. He tried to shake himself from his trance as he continued, softening his tone, taking time to enunciate his words, “You are deserving of love, acceptance, and the freedom to shape your own path. May this ritual serve as a reminder of your own resilience and the power of reclaiming your own truth!”

Alessandra looked deeply into his eyes as they shared a soft smile. It was only them in the world at that moment. A shepherd and his newly found lamb. Alé leaned into Terzo as he respectfully wrapped his arm around her waist, she felt at ease letting him handle her so intimately.

“All bonds of servitude have been broken. Power and agency have been restored. Thyself is thy master. Hail Satan!” Terzo grinned as he felt Alé’s suddenly shoulders sag and a heavy, invisible burden seemed to remove itself from her. She stared at him wordlessly, seemingly hypnotized. Terzo cleared his throat, “You ready for a dip, sis?”

“No funny business,” Alessandra whispered, eyes pleading to him. She couldn’t help but look at his soft lips, failing to use every ounce of strength inside her to avoid thinking about kissing him.

“None,” Terzo crossed his heart, “Unless you have also felt the encouragement from The Dark One here with us and are also so inclined for another kiss…”

Alessandra stiffened against his touch, shaking herself out of this trance. What the actual hell was wrong with this man? And how was he also feeling this!? Did this lech hex her!? Alessandra shoved his arm off from around her waist as she stabbed a threatening finger into his chest, “I promise, I will drown you here in front of your family and followers. Don’t tempt me. Keep your hands off me.”

“You keep saying that, but how am I supposed to complete your upbaptism if I can’t touch you?” Terzo grinned cheekily, cocking his weight to one hip, as he laughed at her.

Alé huffed and rubbed her face in annoyance, “You are so unbelievably annoying.”

“Signora, I am a man of the cloth, I have a little more restraint than you seem to give me credit for!”

“Oh because the bullshit you pulled at Yule was you showing restraint?!” she scoffed, hesitant to go back to the dark-haired man.

Ave Satanas. What a spitfire, he thought to himself. Terzo itched at his chin before offering Alé his hand again, losing patience, freezing to the bone, and wishing to just get this over with. Alessandra took his hand and walked into his embrace again as she let him begin to gently lower her backwards into the water. One arm still around her waist and the other firmly clasped to hers, with her hands clinging to him for dear life.

Terzo paused as he looked down at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her full lips and dark, feathered eyelashes. Her gorgeous raven hair tied off to the side in an extravagant braid as the February sun bounced off the gold flecks in her eyes. He should have stopped there, but his eyes couldn’t stop wandering as he craned to peer through the white cotton gown at her ample bosom.

Alessandra had been transfixed in his green and white gaze; she found herself lost, yet so comforted. Something about him seemed to call to her. As she blinked, she noticed he had broken eye contact and was obviously staring at her breasts.

“So tell me, Cardinal,” Alé interrupted his x-ray advances before continuing her wicked thought, “That night I rejected you… did you have to go home empty handed? Or did Omega take pity on you as he always does and take you to bed like the whore you are?”

Terzo’s eyes widened, not believing what he just heard. I think I might be in love with this woman. He had been halfway to dipping her in the water, the ends of her hair barely submerged, when he quickly released his grasp on her. Alessandra crashed back into the icy water with a shriek. She gasped for air as she tried to find her balance, stumbling again over a sunken log and falling into the water again.

Terzo’s mind buzzed with white static as couldn’t help but feel slightly childish for what he had done. He pushed air out of his mouth before working up the courage to hold out his hand to her, “Sorella, I’m so sorry. My hands slipped!”

Alé’s assessment was confirmed: he was a slut, a moron, and a liar. She hesitated before taking his hand, second guessing her actions. Terzo gave her one quick apologetic smile before she yanked his arm past her, causing Terzo to lose his balance and also fall face-first into the lake.

Terzo pulled his head up from under the water, sputtering and shaking his hair like a dog. He blew a string of snot out of his nose before looking back at the fiery woman, he absentmindedly checked his ear piercings and fixed the chained Grucifix that hung from his left lobe. He sighed and found himself drawn to the damp, furious goddess next to him.

“Alright. Fair is fair, sister. I apologize for accidentally dropping you,” Terzo managed to pull himself back up, laughing as he held out his palms to her in an effort for peace, “No funny business. Serio.”

“I cannot believe this," Alé murmured to herself as she saw Cardinal Secondo angrily waving them down from the shore with a furious expression on his face.

“Cardinal!" Secondo shouted in a very stormy tone, “Have you lost your mind!?"

Terzo began to scoff before being cut off by his brother again.

“Quit flirting with each other. It's freezing, everyone else is trying to go inside, you've prolonged this enough," Secondo seethed.

“We are not flirting!” Terzo and Alé balked, loudly talking over each other to try and explain their actions.

“I don't care! Terzo, help the sister up and finish your job."

Terzo noisily sighed as he turned to Alessandra, “At least we knocked the Jesus out of you, eh, Sorella? “

He bowed forward to take her hand to help her out of the lake. Alé slapped his outstretched palm away, “I am perfectly capable of managing myself. Now did you successfully unbaptize me or are you still just fucking around?”

As Terzo opened his mouth armed with a sarcastic comment, his eyes drifted to her heaving chest as she lifted herself back upright from the water. Her large breasts were drenched, white gown clinging to them leaving very little to the imagination. Terzo felt his jaw slacken a little wider.

Cazzo. I think I am in love, echoing in his brain. He suddenly became hyper aware of his erection pressing through his wet bottoms. He slowly began to wade backwards into deeper water, waving Alessandra towards the shore, “Eh, go on ahead, Sister. We’re all good here.”

Alessandra’s jaw dropped, did he have a boner!? This couldn’t have gone any worse. Her gown dragged against her in the water as she tried to jog back onto land. Liz had a towel opened wide and quickly embraced Alé in a bear hug.

“I need a drink,” Alé uttered from inside the towel, begging to forget this entire experience.

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Shortly after, the crowd had begun to disperse leaving the Cardinals by themselves. Secondo stared wordlessly at his younger brother as Terzo trudged up from the lake, readjusting his cock in his trousers. His eye paint was smeared down his cheeks and soaked from head to toe, but he sported the biggest shit eating grin on his messy face.

“Primo is going to rip you apart for this one, fratellino,” Secondo shook his head, arms still crossed over his chest, “Is that why you chose to punish her? Because Primo has taken to her and she wants absolutely nothing to do with you? Are you are feeling jealous?”

Terzo shrugged noncommittally, still smiling as he threw a towel over his head, “I did what I had to.”

“I hope it was worth it.”

Terzo nodded, drying off his face, “Absolutamente. Now, if you don’t mind, I left a rather large ghoul alone in a bed and I think it’s high time I go see to him.”

“I’m keeping these as emotional reimbursement for you making me hear that,” Secondo crossly replied, wagging the case of cigars and busty lighter at him.

Terzo chuckled as he walked past his brother, “Fair is fair, fratello.”

Translations:

Onore -- Honor

Non importa -- It does not matter.

Come sta Primo? -- How is Primo?

Potrebbe essere morto, per quanto ti importa! -- He could be dead for all you care!

Cocca di papà -- Apple of Father's eye, Daddy’s girl

Sasso, carta, forbici? -- Rock, paper, scissors?

Sei un rompicoglioni -- You're a pain in the ass

Qualsiasi -- Whatever

Grazie mille! Sono elettrizzato! -- Thank you so much! I’m delighted/thrilled!

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