#ghestie writes

[definitely-nothaunted]

Cirrus and Cumulus cuddling with you during your period - your cheek pressed against Cumulus’ chest, her heart thudding softly in your ear as she plays with your hair. Cirrus is lying behind you, gently holding a heating pad against your lower abdomen. She presses sweet kisses against your jaw and neck as you wait for your pain meds to kick in. They stay with you even after you fall asleep, admiring the way the light of the tv dances across your peaceful features.

[kaleidos-copia]

I made a ceramic plate based on one of the embroidered designs from Copia's skeleton stole!

(reference photos under the cut)

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Figured this was a subtle yet cool way to incorporate my love of Ghost and Copia into my pottery :)

I'm obsessed with this stole and want one so bad (especially because I'm about to graduate college and will be wearing a boring university one 😪)

[littlemissemeritus]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡,, // 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

we've all heard the drunk copia headcanon, right? well, as a writer, i feel it my obligation to make it a reality >:3

warnings; dry humping, copia being a sexy little freak, jerking off, praise, voyuerism, badly google translated italian

author's note; hello ghumblr!! lowkey kinda terrified to post this but, here it goes!! please drop any constructive criticism in the comments n like & reblog if u enjoyed <3

divider by @gothdaddyissues !!

It had been a long time since you'd attended a party within the Ministry's walls but you could safely say you were enjoying it. Even though it was a silly costume party to mark the end of the October season, everybody had dressed to the nines in an effort to wave off the spooky month.

Terzo was dressed in his obnoxious pink and white suit, a pair of dark sunglasses tucked in the neck of his polo shirt as he whispered something in the Sister's ear beside him. The young girl began to giggle and blush, kissing at his neck affectionately. You knew Sins of the Flesh were encouraged in this building, but the bold display had you hot under the collar.

Well, if you had a collar. You were currently wearing a short and tight rendition of a standard devil costume, a tail pinned to the base of your spine and false teeth pressed to your pearly whites. It was your friends' idea, not your own, the group of you dressed like you had walked straight out of a cathouse.

Everything was running smoothly as expected, the music pumping and drinks being poured out haphazardly, the floor beside the punch bowl was almost sticky with alcohol. But, you had noticed one difference; the absence of The Cardinal. You had to refrain from calling him your Cardinal, having never spoken more than 3 words to the gorgeous man. You knew he was shy, adverse to parties and honestly shocked that Terzo had managed to convinced him to come but his sudden disappearance worried you.

Leaning against the marble wall beside an ornate window, twirling your tail fabric in your hand your eyes scanned the party just in case you missed him tucked away in the corner. Giving up with a sigh, you lifted your red cup to your lips, letting the bitter taste of the beer slip down your throat. You don't recall the last time you'd drank so much, but you were passed the point of caring, the warm buzz of tipsiness washing over your thoughts.

You had no idea where this sudden bout of fizzling confidence had come from but it made a grin curl on your lips and a tingle go down your spine. Swirling your drink around in the plastic cup for a moment as you stared at the amber liquid in contemplation, you began to make you mind up. Tipping your head back to down the last of the liquor in the cup, you placed it on the windowsill behind you and began to weave your way through the party-goers.

Finally reaching the door to enter the large marble hallway, you slipped through without anybody noticing you, breathing in the crisp air of the autumn night. The muffled noise of the loud music coming from the hall began to get quieter and quieter as you traversed slowly down the corridor, taking the winding staircase up to the dorms on the floor above this one.

It was disconcerting to yourself that you knew which one Copia's door was. You'd never been inside, none of the Siblings had, but you'd spent enough time imagining. Oh, that made you sound terribly sad. Shaking your head free of the thought, stumbling a little, you trailed your hand across the quartz wall before your palm came into contact with the metal doorhandle of a room. His room.

Swallowing thickly, your shoes padded at the ground for a moment before your knuckles came into contact with the wood of the door, the sound echoing around the empty hallway. And then you waited. And then... nothing. There was no noise sans for a small creak, which you could only assume was the floorboards. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you exhaled a shaky sigh, trying again, slightly louder this time.

There was no response for a second time. You had two options in this situation; leave and return to the party or... you could go in. It felt like a terrible invasion of privacy, but it might be the only night of your life that you had enough confidence to talk to him. It felt like eternity before you curled your fingers round the cold handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before you pushed it down. And over the threshold you stepped...

The room smelt, as you thought it would, comfortingly of insence and sandlewood. It made you lightheaded as you peered past the doorway, observing an ornate desk, a couple of reproduction paintings of gothic classics and a huge book collection. You refrained from rushing over immediately to pounce on the shelf. Ripping yourself from the daydream you'd entered his room in, you began to focus on where you were. And, more importantly, what you could hear...

It was a quiet, imperceivable noise at first; the heavy breath of a winded man and the whine of a needy one. The room was warm, the flames of hell licking at your skin as you blinked at the sounds entering your warm ears. It was the TV, right? What else could it be? A couple moments of shy wavering later, your began to move further around the wall that blocked his bedroom from view, head peaking round the corner. And the sight was one you couldn't rip your eyes off, even if you tried.

The Cardinal, your Cardinal, straddling a cushion, his thighs bracketing the object so beautifully as his hips rocked into it at a feverish pace. His hair that was always so neatly gelled back was now sweaty and hanging over his forehead, eyes lidded and glassy as he fucked himself into the pillow like a man starved. Oh, Sathanas, what had you walked in to? Your face burned with the shame of spying on him like this, but you were transfixed.

Those leather gloves of his were gripping the sheets so tightly, you could only imagine his knuckles had turned white. He was rattling off a stream of garbled whines and pleas, indistinguishable from Italian or English, but there was one thing you could understand; the soft, desperate and almost beg of your name that fell from his lips. It sounded more like a prayer than anything - a hopeful wish and a yearning need that was fueling this sudden lustful display.

You were in too deep now to just turn on your heel and leave. Being less than 2 feet from his bed was an awfully precarious situation to be in and you'd never been more nervous in your whole life. But, the warm buzz of alcohol was suddenly propelling you forward as if your body was moving of its own accord, "...Cardinal?"

A beat passed between you both as his movements slowed slightly, looking behind him to see your illuminated figure standing shyly in the doorway. His face flushed positively puce as he moved a shaking hand to cover his mouth, moving to rise shakily on his haunches, "Fratello, mi dispiace tanto, è del tutto inappropriato- I-"

A shy smile curved at your lips as you shook your head quickly, putting a hand out to quieten him, "No, no- It's my fault, I came in without knocking, um-"

The air was hot with tension and embarrassment as poor Copia pinched the bridge of his nose, a thousand thoughts running through his scrambled brain as another question pierced the awkward atmosphere, "Did you, uh... Did you say my name, Cardinal?"

He blinked owlishly at you and then cleared his throat, beginning to stutter out an answer before the weight of you pressed down on the bed beside him. As he sucked in a breath, looking down at you it sent a hot thrill up your spine and you felt your cheeks warm a little under his gaze. "I- I'm sorry, fratello, I-" He stammered a little as he studied your expression for the hint of... anything, really. Yet, there was no malice, no disgust, no hatred. Simply an undeniable hunger in your eyes as they travelled wordlessly over his embarrassed form. They landed on his crotch momentarily, where he was badly hiding an aching erection, before they flicked up to his face. "Would you like some help?" You asked, the buzz of liquor in your brain giving you that little burst of confidence you so desperately needed. Copia did the opposite of paling, blinking down at you as if you'd suggested biting his dick off instead of helping with his... unfortunate predicament. He made a soft noise of surprise (or desperation, you couldn't quite tell) and nodded wordlessly. Deliciously slowly, he moved to sit properly as he spread his legs like some kind of risque cover girl, his hands splayed out behind him.

The sight sent a fizzle of excitement through your warm body as one hand came to fiddle with the fly of his incredibly tight pants that barely left anything to the imagination. And by Satan had you tried. Tugging it down in one swift motion, you heard him gasp quietly above you before biting his lip. That illicited a smirk from you as you ran your fingers over the prominent bulge in his briefs.

"Cazzo..." He muttered quietly and looked down at your cheeky expression with a shaky smirk. He then watched as you began to carefully pull down his pants, as best you could from the dim light and almost air-tight seal they had round his thighs. With a couple of tugs, they were finally low enough so that you could pull his boxers down too, your breath stuttering as his cock bobbed free.

Your breath stilled in your throat at the sight of him, the reddened tip oozing a perfect pearl of precum. You'd imagined this situation so many times that it was almost like a memory instead of a desperate dream. He was gorgeous. Sin incarnate and infectious like a deadly poison.

One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, the back of it sprinkled generously with dark hair. You narrowly avoided the urge to bite into it. Wordlessly, your hand wrapped around the base of him as he inhaled sharply, his thumb beginning to rub circles into your skin. Giving him a light squeeze, you began to run your hand up and down his shaft, coming back up to the top to collect the oozing precum before coating himself in it to make the action more fluid.

The noises that came out of him were something you'd heard in your dreams more than once and downright pornographic. His eyes went from lidded and glassy to squeezed tightly shut as quiet mewls filled the air between you both. The wet click of your hand against his dick echoed in your ears, bringing a flush to your already red cheeks. "Così buono per me- mngh- so perfect for your Cardinale, huh?" He practically choked out as his hand came up to grasp at your hair, illiciting a soft yet surprised noise leave your throat. The possessive pronoun had knocked your for six. You bowed your head as your hand moved at an almost torturous pace, milking the sounds from poor Copia's mouth as if there was no tomorrow.

His fingers flexed tentatively against your scalp as the heat in his lower abdomen had began to tighten in a familiar burn, like a rubber band being pulled too tight. Letting a grunt escape your lips as a burning cramp started in your upper arm, you took one look at his expression and deduced (with help from the way his cock twitched in your palm) you needn't wait much longer.

"Cazzo, fuck, amore mio," He hissed out as his jaw went a little slack, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked down at your concentrated expression beseechingly, huffing out a needy breath, "I need to- I'm going to cum- per favore, please say I can."

Oh, who could resist that?

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head blindly at his plea as you gently thumbed the head of his dick. You gave a few more mindless strokes before he kicked in your hand, and with a low cry he spilled into your palm, his fingers digging into your cheek. You couldn't help the low noise of enjoyment that escaped you at the sight of him so utterly ruined.

Finally removing your hand from the sinful mess you'd both made, letting a warm pant escape your lips, you lifted your head to look up at Copia who was already watching you. Wetting his lips nervously, he then sunk his crooked teeth into the flesh as he waited for you to do something. Anything.

With a calculating move, you edged forward, toward him, on the bed- sitting so your knees were almost touching his. He was startled at the new proximity between you both but openly welcomed it, opening his mouth a few times but ultimately nothing becoming of it. As your breath mingled with his in the sweaty air, a final, sultry invation left his lips as the words finally seemed to come back to him,

"We're only getting started, amore. I want you to clean up this mess you made."

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Master List for all my Fics!

So I accidentally deleted my old master list many months ago, and haven't had the time to make a new one. I am sorry about that! Hopefully this new one suffices 🥰 let me know if there's anything I can fix!

I can't really adhere to taking requests, but I promise I'm friendly; hit up my DMs and tell me all your wild headcanons 😈

Color key: Fluff, Smut, Implied Smut, Angst

Updated: August 5th, 2024

Terzo (Papa Emeritus III)

Dream Come True (Implied Smut but it's pretty obscene) Ao3 (I am actively writing the follow up for this, I promise <3)

Morning Friction (Smut) Ao3

Trying To Resist (Lot of Fluff/Implied Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/ Implied Smut) Ao3

Let's Get These Heels Off... (SMUT) Ao3

The Papa You Belong To (Implied Smut) Ao3

Songbird (SMUT) Ao3

Premier Amour (Medieval Knight Terzo) (Smut/a lil Angst) Ao3

Stupid Love (Cardinal Terzo) (Fluff/Smut/

Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Get on Your Hands and Knees Right Now (Catboy Terzo) (Smut) Ao3

Cast Out (Fallen Angel! Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Looking for your Cardinal? (Mentions of Cardinal Copia x Reader) (SMUT) Ao3

My Dirty Little Secret (SMUT) Ao3

My Only Ghost Fanart

Copia (Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV)

Call Me Little Sunshine (Could be read as any Papa, but I kinda had Copia in mind) (Dark Themes, Horror, Abusive Relationship/Implied Smut) Ao3

My Muse (Cardinal Copia) (Smut) Ao3

Taking Care (Papa Emeritus IV) (Angst/Fluff/ Smut) Ao3

This is a One Time Thing (Implied Smut) Ao3

Bundle of Joy (Pure Fluff) AoЗ

Now Paint a Pair of Eyes (Papa Emeritus IV) (Fluff/implied Smut at the end) Ao3

If you had Life Eternal (Cardinal Copia) (Fluff/ Touch of Angst) Ao3

HCs about Copia with an Antichrist Lover (Fluff/implied Smut)

Terzo AND Copia

When a Paradise is Lost (Angst/ Fluff/Smut/Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Paradise Found (sequel to above fic) (Angst/Fluff/Smut/Pregnancy) Ao3

[copiousloverofcopia]

imagine copia about to become papa iv and his prime mover saying something like "you're going to be papa" and he's like duh, not getting it at all, and she literally has to go "no, you're going to be *papa*" and that's how she breaks the news to him

It's a shame how long it's been since I got this...like a year. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Hopefully this little sumthin sumthin will be worth it.

And Then It Hit Him

You have news for your husband, Cardinal Copia on the brink of his ascension to the Papacy, but will he stop long enough to listen?

Also available on AO3 HERE!

You were doing your best to remain patient, though the news was burning from inside you. Wringing the fabric of your habit in your fingers as you waited for the perfect moment to interrupt him. Your husband had barely looked up from his parchments since you entered. A comfortable silence between you as you noted his hands were once again covered in ink. 

You were instantly transported back to when your dear sweet Cardinal was only the Ministry treasurer, and you still a naive novitiate. A time when you fell hard and fast in love with eachother. Watching with joy as he ascended the ranks of the Ministry. Proving himself worthy of his station at each and every turn. 

Now he was only weeks away from the announcement that he would receive the miter. The highest honor that only the select few could ever hope to achieve within the church. Truth be told you had wondered if your news would pale in comparison, but knowing Copia as you did, there was no way it would.

"Cope..." You nudge, hoping to finally garner his attention. Copia stopped, pulling his glasses off from where they hung on the bridge of his nose and began rubbing his eyes. Clearly he hadn't moved them from his work for more than a few second at a time.

"I'm so sorry cara, I just have so much work that needs to be done before I head back out on tour. If I leave anything unfinished Sister will have my head for it." He responded, taking your hand in his. His eyes, returning to his desk. You could tell he was worn down by it. The endless bureaucracy of the Ministry trampling over him in the guise of all this paper and ink.

"Copia, my love...I know you have a lot on your plate, but I—I just have something I wanted to tell you." 

"Of course, what is it?" He asked you, a sweet smile sent your way.

"Well.." You began, rounding his desk and placing your head on his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. Like old books and patchouli, a scent that had intoxicated you night after night for so long now. It hardly seemed fair just how much it had affected you. Like a spell cast on your senses. Clearly it was one of the many reasons, like his undeniable charm, that led to you being in this position. "Soon my love…you are going to be a Papa.”

You were surprised when Copia's reaction was lacking. Letting out a sigh as he finished up the sentence he had been writing. "I know, I know. That's why I have to get this done." He explained, clear now that he had completely missed what you were trying to tell him. You thought for a moment, trying to decide if you could stand one more minute of knowing it all on your own, before finally you let out a groan.

It stopped him, Copia catching on that you needed him. Letting the pen drop to the desk as he pulled his attention away from the plethora of papers decorating it to face you. Heeding you as you gently brought his jaw up to help face you. Your eyes locked with his when he gently kissed your hand. The hair of his sideburns, tickling your palm as you spoke.

"No…Copia.” You began, a note of both amusement and disbelief in your voice, “...that's not what I was trying to say.” 

“I'm sorry amore… you should have had my full attention. Please…what is it you wanted to tell me?”

“I'm trying to tell you, you silly man, that you are going to be A PAPA.” You emphasized by taking his hand and placing it on the small of your belly. Suddenly it was clear to him. Hitting him all at once as his eyes began stinging with tears. He stared at your still inconspicuous belly. Both mystified and deliriously happy before looking up at you.

“Amore, are you sure?” he asked you. His voice quivering—a mess of emotions. You could feel Copia's hand trembling as his thumb gently glided over your stomach. Already so gentle and tender with a child he had only just discovered existed.

“I'm very sure Cope…we’re going to have a baby.” You smiled. 

“Sweet Satanas, I'm going to be a Papa!” Copia yelped, casting himself up from the chair and pulling you tightly into his arms. Blissfully crying and whispered praises in Italian, his hand never leaving your belly. You began to laugh. Copia looking up at you once again just as your own tears began streaming down your face.

“A papa and Papa.” 

Notes:

novitiate- nun or sister in training 

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 16: Corsetry

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Cumulus/Cirrus

Cumulus likes dressing her mate up. Cirrus won't admit it but she loves the attention.

Explicit, 1k. Contains oral sex and the lovebirds being sweet on each other.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Oh, look at you!" Cumulus gasps, giving Cirrus a delighted, toothy grin as her mate steps out of the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. Her hair falls over her bare shoulder in a raven curtain. It's rare to see Cirrus in any state of fluster, but there's a pretty navy blush brushed over her cheekbones, spilling down her sternum.

It disappears under the hem of the underbust corset Cumulus had put into her hands twenty minutes ago. It's a gorgeous piece, rich black leather with silver hardware, navy floral lace decorating the paneling. Cirrus's breasts, in Cumulus's completely unbiased opinion, are perfectly framed by the corset, nipples dusky and pebbled where the air hits them.

"Oh, you look lovely, my little loon," Cumulus smiles warmly, ice blue eyes raking hungrily up and down her mate's lithe body. "You need your laces done, sweet girl?"

Cirrus huffs through her nose, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. She gives up, pushing it out of her face and over her shoulder. "If you wouldn't mind?"

"Of course, come here t'me," Cumulus asks, beckoning. Cirrus steps forward, bare feet padding against the hardwood, and Cumulus rises from the foot of the bed to meet her. She runs pianist's fingers along the rows of white spots that line Cirrus's grey shoulders and upper arms. "You alright, Cirr?"

Cirrus takes a moment, mindlessly playing with the waistband of her plain black panties. "Just- just peachy, songbird." She swallows, leaning in to nuzzle into cloud white curls, greedily breathing in the coconut and fresh air of her mate's scent. "Lace me?"

She turns around, presenting Cumulus with the shiny, black satin ribbon threaded through the eyelets, hanging loose and slack. Cumulus takes them between her fingers, kneeling behind her mate without hesitation. "Of course, my loon. I'm not going to take you very tight, but please tell me if anything feels uncomfortable or wrong."

Cirrus smiles, shoulders relaxing as she coos softly. "I trust you, dove."

She returns her mate's smile, trilling gently as she begins to tighten the laces. Cumulus is as meticulous about it as she is with any other project, making sure each lace is tightened the exact same, keeping the tension even and flawless.

Her eyes keep glancing up to the back of Cirrus's head, listening to her breathing. She knows Cirrus trusts her, had put her hand in hers when they had walked through the portal together all those years ago, but she's still vigilant for any changes in her mate's breathing.

Once she has the corset tied and tightened, accentuating the curves of Cirrus's waist, she ties off the ribbons with a bow. "There we go, love," she says, patting the side of her thigh. "How's it feel?"

Cirrus takes a few deep breaths, testing the material. She nods. "Feels good. Good pressure. The bug might like wearing one." She shakes her head, recentering herself. Cumulus watches, entranced as her hair moves in a blue black curtain down her back.

"I'm glad it feels good, Cirr. You look stunning in it," she says, letting the heat trickle into her voice, crooning and low. "Turn around for me?"

Cirrus, in love with her mate, trusting herself in her hands, does as she's asked. Cumulus gazes up at her like she hung the moon, still on her knees on the hardwood floor of their room. Her pupils dilate, tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Stunning," Cumulus says again, gaze trailing deliberately down her front.

Cirrus's dark eyes glance over to their aerie, the plush pillows and blankets that seem much more inviting and forgiving to Cumulus's knees. She extends a hand down to help her up.

Cumulus laughs, the sound more akin to windchimes on a calm summer day than anything else, and gently bats Cirrus's hand away. "Right here is perfect for right now, love," she assures. "It is very much worth it, what a view."

Cirrus chuckles, caving easily to Cumulus the way she has since they both met. Her skin feels electric, warm under the surface, and Cumulus hasn't touched her more than chastely.

Her hands glide up Cirrus's sides, and she groans as she feels the way the corset makes her waist dip just a little bit more. "Fuck, love," Cumulus hums, the air around them thick with the honeysuckle scent of Cirrus's growing arousal. "Gimme your leg."

A pulse of arousal goes straight to Cirrus's core, and she feels herself beginning to soak through the gusset of her panties. Cumulus's eyes flutter as she smells it. Cirrus carefully hitches her leg up and over Cumulus's shoulder, and her mate nuzzles into the downy feathers that line the insides of her thighs near the crux.

She shudders, hands flying down to Cumulus's opalescent horns for balance. Cumulus grabs her other thigh, steadying her. "I got you, Cirr. Just let me make my pretty girl feel good, alright?"

"Oh fuck," Cirrus gasps, nodding, breathless already. Which, for an air ghoulette, is so wildly uncommon that it makes her head spin, how easily Cumulus can make her lose control of her element. "Yes."

Cumulus grins, something wicked in her eyes, and leans in to press a kiss to Cirrus's mound over her panties before pulling the gusset aside. Her eyes visibly dilate wider at the sight of her completely bare, slick beginning to sheen the thick down that covers her.

Cirrus's head spins and she tightens her grip on Cumulus's horns as she licks her lips. "Oh, I'm so hungry for you, love. Mind if I eat?"

She says it like she already knows the answer, and Cirrus has to admit that she does. "Fuck, please, Cue."

Cumulus smiles even wider, dimpling her cheeks. "So polite," she coos. She leans in to nose through Cirrus's down, kissing her clit almost sweetly before diving in. Cirrus grabs her horns so hard her knuckles ache, her head lolling back as her mate licks through her folds.

"Fuck, Cue, dove, so fucking good," she groans, dark lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Cumulus's fingers dig into the soft parts of her thighs, holding both of them steady as she eats, drinking greedily at Cirrus's taste.

All of the thoughts escape Cirrus's pleasure-drunk mind, except for how she's going to haul Cumulus to her feet and into their aerie when she's done, aching knees and all, and repay the favor.

[anamelessfool]

When I send you a DM with a link to one of my new fics or art this is actually what is happening

It's not me being pushy it is me showing you my Thing

I'm proud of my New Thing

I thought of you when I made this Thing

So here it is

My Thing

[copias-girl]

hi!! i just had to share this … religious sign i found at the thrift store earlier today. it made me think of your version of copia right away - i feel like he would totally show it to reader and be like, “sorella, look!” and kinda chuckle about it but then she would get him all flustered :) + bonus points for the religious sacrilege of it all!!

𖤐 TCAC Bonus Chapter 𖤐

“Sorella, look!” Copia shyly chuckled, daring to point out the sign on the shelf. He felt at ease with you, wanting to make a funny little joke.

Your gaze followed the direction in which his gloved hand was pointing, eyes widened when you read the inspirational sign.

When life gets too hard to stand.. kneel

A sly little smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. Did Copia just make a dirty joke? Was your sweet, shy, timid, stuttering little Cardinal being naughty?

Your hands danced along his shoulders briefly before your fingertips trailed lower lower lower, down his chest and stomach and finally resting on his upper thighs as you slowly sank to your knees.

“Like this, Cardinal?” You asked coyly, your big doe eyes staring up at the man coquettishly. Check mate.

Copia’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a furious shade of crimson, feeling light-headed and weak in the knees at the sight of you on your knees before him.

“Am I kneeling properly, Your Eminence? Shall I pray? Beg for forgiveness?” You continued, gazing up at him through your lashes as you nuzzled your cheek against the front of his cassock, satisfied when you felt his long, stiff cock twitch against your face.

“S-S-Sorella! I-I-” Copia stammered, stealing a panicked glance around as he suddenly remembered that the two of you were in the middle of a damn department store.

“Bless me, Cardinal, for I am… currently sinning.” You bit your lip, snaking your hands under his cassock to squeeze at his thighs. “But I think you are too, you little pervert.”

“P-please, Sorella, I-I-I’m s-sorry-!” Copia begged quietly, internally battling with his body’s urge to thrust against your face.

“Do you often think of me on my knees, you dirty old man?” You chastised him with a kittenish smirk. “Shame on you. A man of your age, of your status, wanting to take advantage of a sweet young thing like me.”

“I-I c-can’t help it, S-Sorella please, ehm, I- w-well, t-t-tu sei c-c-così bella, and- eh, w-well-” Copia stuttered, his kissable lips flushed red.

“Perhaps it’s you who should kneel and ask for forgiveness, Rat.” You hummed thoughtfully, your fingers trailing higher, higher, ghosting against the large bulge in his pants while you continued to accidentally-on-purpose rub your face against it. You relished in the feeling of the heat emanating from his heavy cock, and you just knew the pathetic man was leaking precum like a faucet.

The Cardinal gasped, his hands instinctively flying up to tangle his gloved fingers in your hair, stroking your cheek. “Sorella, per piacere..! I-I can’t.. If y-you keep- I’m going to-”

And just like that, you stood, withdrawing from all physical contact. Copia let out a shaky exhale, dizzily leaning back against one of the shelves as his head spun. It felt as though all the blood in his head had rushed to his cock, leaving him off-balance and seeing stars.

The poor little mouse flinched as you closed the gap between you once more, pinning him up against the shelf, crowding him so closely that the tips of your noses were brushing together.

“You’re going to what? Cum in the middle of a store?” You scoffed, your lips ghosting over his. “How obscene, Cardinal.” You couldn’t help but nip at his plump lower lip, smirking at the way his lips immediately parted, silently begging for you to kiss him but too terribly shy to do it himself.

You humoured the poor man for a moment, licking into his mouth while he panted out pitiful little moans, his thin moustache tickling your face.

Suddenly, you pulled away, spinning around like nothing had happened, leaving Copia desperate for more. When he had partially regained some of his senses, his mismatched eyes widened at the sight of you putting that sign into the shopping cart.

“S-Sorella, w-w-what- what are you-” The Cardinal nervously stammered, wringing his hands.

“I think this will make a lovely addition to the abbey. It’ll serve to remind us of some of our… key values.” You stated simply. “Thank you for pointing it out, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly, offering your hand to him as the both of you made your way to the register.

Copia sighed, all worked up and on edge once again. He couldn’t wait to get back to the ministry. Maybe then you’d… Perhaps you’d finally…

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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

[sisterprocrastinator]

It's my AO3 first anniversary today!

636,135 words in the last 12 months 😅🍾

I've made some absolutely amazing friends through Ghost and writing and I couldn't ask for a better tribe, so thank you 🖤

(btw @seestor-of-mordor is 100% to blame for the monster that I became. She is the one who challenged me to write some fanfic last year, so you all have her to thank/curse)

@mystic-ghoulette @switchplate-2 @forged-in-love @ghulehvous @sisterofchaos666 @mistydanielle52 @ofbl00dandink

Hope I haven't missed anyone 🖤

[captaingrebelguf]

Happiest of Birthdays to the Queen of all Prime Mover content: @copiousloverofcopia . We all love you so much and appreciate all the delightful content you bring to the Ghost Community. Hope Bone Daddy treats you right today. 😘

Happy birdday, ghestie. Lub ewe! 😘

[rightintheghoulies]

i don’t really know who to ask, but would you know of any fics with papa comforting a nonbinary sibling of sin about being misgendered, i’m not having a good day with this

I'm pretty sure I have read a few emby fics with papas, but they have been nsfw? And I can't remember who wrote them!! 😭

[callmelittlesanshine]

Hi, sorry for not posting much my phone is kind of broken/ keeps overheating and crashing so I can’t do much with it atm

Maybe I can post some of my old drafts idk

I tried to do some cosplay the other day for the EP release and the tour starting, but I can barely access any of my pictures rn 😭😭😭😭😭

[driftwoodskeleton]

Ritual (1549 words) by SomethingClich8

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Cardinal Copia & Reader

Characters: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus I, Papa Emeritus Zero | Papa Emeritus Nihil, Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus III, Sister Imperator, Sister(s) of Sin, Era IV Ghouls (Ghost), Era III Ghouls (Ghost), Era I Ghouls (Ghost), Lucifer

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, ghost - Freeform, Pseudo-horror, Involuntary Commitment

hey look, i wrote something! ongoing, hopefully updated soon. never written for Ghost before (gotta start somewhere lol)

i have 3 different things on the go atm, but this one should be the quickest to finish so its getting posted first

hope people like it:')

[littlemissemeritus]

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. (𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?) pairing; cardinal copia x gn!reader words; 1.4k warnings; none, except tooth rotting fluff!!

Copia was as elusive as a fox in the night. You'd hear tell of him from Terzo, casual conversation between him and a fawning Sister of Sin. Every Sibling was infatuated with the current frontman, and by some extent, you were too. He was kind, and funny and oh-so-sweet but your loyalties lay with a man you'd never even spoken to.

You saw him in the library like a terrified ghost in the dark, eyes widening as soon as he'd realised he was spotted. You watched him from afar when he took a stroll around the garden outside the church, pretending to be interested in your shoes when anyone looked your way. You observed him as he spoke with Terzo during lunch, shyly staring at him over the book you inevitably had clasped in your lace-clad hands. And, oh, how you wished he looked at you how he stared at the holy books of your faith. So engrossed and so focused, his gloved hands running along the yellowing pages of the tome with such care. How he ran his fingers through the flower bushes in the garden, twirling the roses round between his thumb and forefinger with meticulous interest. You so wished he looked at you like that. But, maybe you didn't know him as well as you claimed. You didn't notice the way his gaze lingered on you for just the extra second when you wished him a good morning. You didn't see the way he watched you when you were on cleaning duty, sweeping the hallway of the Ministry as you sang Terzo's songs so beautifully. And he felt the same way you did; why wouldn't you notice him? The both of you poor tortured souls stuck in an endless cycle of impending failure as neither took a step forward. Copia was convinced you found him odd, and you were convinced he thought you far too young and immature. When in actuality, the admiration that both of you had for one another was almost palpable. Almost. So, one fateful sunny day, when a devil from the pits of hell must've been looking up at both of you, you found him sitting, alone beside the waterfall at the centre of the garden. You obviously didn't believe in the existence of heaven, but that man looked like he just fell right out of it. His milky white eye catching the light just right so it shone like an opal, his whole prescense an unholy beacon of light in your life. And as usual, you spent so much time watching this alluring son of bitch do the most mundane task in the world, you forgot you had to walk at the same time. Your foot so gracefully colided with a pot of Primo's hydrangeas, making you stumble then land flat on your lovesick face. And oh, your cheeks began to burn at the thought Copia would see that... "Merda! Fratello, are you okay?" Copia's worried voice broke through your embarrassed thoughts as you heard him scramble to stand up to help you. You cringed, the fluster creeping up your neck as you tried to push yourself up again, his leather hand landing on your shoulder. Looking up at his anxious expression, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he offered his hand, you felt your heart twinge, cautiously taking it. "Sathanas, I'm so sorry, Cardinal, I'm so clumsy-" You shyly tried to explain, fingers dabbing at your nose that burnt with pain before his hand gently made contact with your already warm face, "You're bleeding, Fratello." "What?" You asked as you pulled your fingers away, internally frowning as the warmth of his palm left your cheek. Gaze swivelling down to your hand, your watery eyes widened with surprise at the blood smeared across your fingertips, "Oh, hell, that's going to leave a bruise..." "I have an, uhm, how do you say? Fazzoletto... ah, hankerchief!" He said hurriedly as he stuck his hand in his pocket before fishing out a dark square of fabric, holding it out to you, almost shyly. His expression was so innocent and caring it made your heart hurt, gently taking it from his grasp as you could barely suppress a smile, "And I'll walk you to the infirmary. If- If you want to."

Smiling sweetly at him, you pressed the velvety fabric to your smarting nose, looking up at him shyly. This was the longest you'd ever spoken to this man without either of you turning on your heel and immediately scurrying away, "I'd love you to." He grinned back, almost as if he didn't know how, like a toddler learning how to smile for the first time. It made your head swim and legs unsteady, which you could thankfully blame on your fall. And you could lean against his shoulder, body prickling with heat like the flames of Hell were licking at your skin. But, did you really think you were the only one struggling in this situation? Copia felt as if he was having a heart attack, his chest was that tight. Well, at least if he was going to die, he could die at the height of happiness with the Sibling of his dreams hanging off his arm so prettily. You were so effortlessly gorgeous to him; the way you styled your hair, the way you smiled, hell, the way you looked at him. As if there was nobody else worthing looking at. And in your eyes there wasn't. Clearing your throat, you two began to walk the winding path to the back door of the Ministry, in no rush whatsoever to get where you going. You tongue felt as if it was betraying you, almost swollen in your mouth as it wouldn't let any words fall past your lips. Finally, you managed to almost choke out a sentence, though you tried to make it seem casual, "So, uh- what were you doing back there?" "Ah, you know Star Wars, si? Well, they have books of them. I'm on, uh, the third one at the minute." He said as he gestured back to the novel that sat idly on the fountain rim. You nodded as he began to explain the plot of the book in meticilous detail, badly suppressing a smile as you watched him get so excited, "...And then obviously, Obi Wan is exiled, whereafter he takes, ah, what was her name? Oh, Padme, to Alderaan where she had Luke and Leia. "But, you've seen Star Wars, right? You've heard this all before." He said as he looked down at you which earned a sheepish giggle, making him raise a brow. "Sorry to, uh, break your heart, Cardinal- but, I've never seen it." You said slowly as you gave a contrite shrug, looking at your shoes as if they were interesting before gazing back up at him. This was the first time you'd ever seen him express so much emotion at something, genuinely baffled and almost betrayed at your admission. "Oh, mio Dio, il tesoro! How have you never seen it?" He exclaimed indignantly, shaking his head at you as you giggled shyly, Copia carefully opening the door for you as you skipped through and then waited for him on the other side. The infirmary was just in front of you both, Copia still muttering to himself about how insane it was that you'd never seen it. Then, he looked right at you, "Maybe I'll have to change that, yeah? We could watch it sometime." Your ears ring like somebody had just fired a gun beside your head, almost wondering if he really had said what he just said. He wanted to watch a movie with you? With you? Swallowing thickly, you collected your thoughts as you folded his hankerchief, pressing it back into his hand as you pushed yourself up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his warm cheek, "I'd love that." The Cardinal's face burned a dark red colour, eyes wide and jaw slack as his leather bound fingers gently pressed againt the spot where your lips had touched. Did that really just happen? Had you just really kissed him? His chest was tightening so hard again it hurt to breath, nodding wordlessly. You grinned shyly as you opened the door, gave him a coy wave before shutting it behind you. And that's when it dawned on you... he had called you honey.

a/n: thank u sm for reading!! please ask if u want to be added to a taglist!! i wanna say a HUGE thank you to @maxyboii527 for doing the art work for this fic AND proof reading, please go follow him hes so nice!! <333

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Listen I'm having thoughts about Darkness at the Heart of my Love. Idk if I'm gonna be off base with this or if someone has literally already said this but I'm putting it out there:

Purely from a lore perspective, I think DATHOML is like a love letter from Papa to all his fans and followers, within the church and without. I think we've all determined what "When the summer dies, severing the ties means," so I think it's written almost like instructions for what to do following the wake of his death. Of course it's important to mention that Copia himself is assuming he will be killed like the previous Papas.

But he's reminding us, everybody, "I'm with you always," sort of like what people say when someone passes, that they'll always live on in your heart and your memories. But then he jumps right into a call to action, "Will you walk the line? My path serpentine" and my interpretation is that he's saying that it won't be easy without him there to lead the church, but will his fans continue working towards his goals even without him? And then he reminds us of the goals of his church, "Remember always, that love is all you need," telling us to continue to love and accept one another. And "Tell me who you want to be, and I will set you free," is just a reminder of the encouragement he's instilled in his followers to be themselves no matter what.

The chorus I think is simply his heartfelt gushy way of telling everyone he loves them and doesn't take their support for granted ❤️

BUT THEN GHESTIES

Honestly I'm not totally solid on what I interpret "Will you spill the wine to summon the divine?" means. It could mean just continuing with the rituals of the church or might reference evoking the Olde One or even possibly a reference to resurrection?

However this next line I have FEELINGS about. It's what pushed me to write this whole fucking post. I have always thought "Now paint a pair of eyes" is really kind of a stand out line, and to me this line is what first indicated that it might not be just for an individual lover. It's just kind of a weird thing to say! But! It dawned on me that he could be literally asking his fans at rituals to continue dressing up like him, and then "let's watch as it dries" means "together we'll watch my legacy live on through you all!" ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵇ

I think the last new lyric that is introduced throughout the song is "and all this time you knew that I would put you through the darkness at the heart of my love" which is him saying that we knew as well as he did that he is probably gonna meet his demise, but we still chose to live him anyway once he ascended to the papacy. And the reason I think that is because it is immediately followed up with the lines "When the summer dies, severing the ties"

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hey there ghesties!!!

Here is a new fic commission, for the awesome @dantesunbreaker featuing Copia and an AFAB Reader!

Thank you so much again ghestie for commissioning me! It was a pleasure to write for you again!!!

Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Unwind

Being a sibling of sin is hard...especially when dealing with the wrath of Sister Imperator. Copia helps you find a way to relax.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

“Oh Lucifer, she is the most miserable and contemptuous woman I have ever met” you hissed as you stormed down the hall. Your voice, thankfully, echoing just out of earshot from Sister Imperator’s office. You had had enough after spending two hours getting drilled, along with a few other siblings, and all over a little indiscretion involving some ghouls and sacramental wine. If it weren’t for the woman being Papa’s mother, and the matriarch of the Ministry, you would have given the old woman something to really rant about. 

Alas, she is a member of the high clergy, and you—only a mere sibling. Instead, you allowed your better sensibility to guide you. Deciding that a walk around out in the courtyard, allowing your boiling blood to come down to a simmer, was a much better choice. Though you wondered if the fresh air and the change of scenery would be enough to shrug off the stress of the day. Still you continued on, walking down the stairs and through the main hall until you reached the exit into the courtyard.

The minute you stepped outside you were met by the beauty of the day. A bright blue sky and the warmth of the late summer sun beating down on you. Any other time you would have thoroughly enjoyed it, but now all you felt was the tension. Upset that even the simple pleasures of a nice day had been ruined by Sister’s raving. 

You made your way around the path that lined the cloister, kicking around a few stones at your feet. Your eyes held down to the ground as you rubbed at the knots in your neck. Kinked up and pained by the heavy mental weight you’d been carrying. Committed to walk off your fury before returning to your duties within the Abbey.

On your third trip around the year you were hit suddenly by the light scent of cologne in the air. The bitter citrus notes, mingling with bergamot and rosemary, quickly followed by a pair of arms around your waist. Arms that were all too familiar and comforting. A smile pulled at the sides of your mouth as you put it all together.

“Amore?” Copia cooed into your ear. A gentle nudge of his head into yours as he hugged you. 

“Oh Papa.” you sighed, turning around to face him. Feeling a bit of relief from only having been pulled into his arms. Copia held you close for a moment, rubbing your back and allowing you to rest on him before he pulled you up to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern showing through his paints. Worry written in the lines of his face. You dreaded telling him, though you both shared everything together. Even when it may cause a disagreement, the truth was always spoken between you. One thing you both could always count on.

“It’s…It’s…” you stammered, trying to get out the complaint. Your resolve, dampened by the fact that she was his mother. You began chewing your lip, your eyes falling back to the ground and settling on the tops of Copia’s shoes.

“Amore—just tell me.” he begged you, his face stricken with a disheartened frown. His concern, growing with each second of silence that passed between you.

“It’s your mother!” you shouted, bringing your hand quickly to your mouth. Ashamed for having blurted it out like that at him. Copia smiled, looking around the courtyard to be sure it was just the two of you. 

“Tesoro, come with me.” Copia insisted as he practically dragged you off to the storage shield that rested near the far end of the yard. You were skeptical, it wasn’t like him to rush you off in such a way. Deep down you wondered if he was upset with you and wanted to address things in private. Finding the closest place of refuge to scold you.

When you stepped inside, you began to rub at your aching head. Your eyes, crawling over the old planks of wood, bags of mulch, and discarded garden tools that had managed to escape Primo’s attention. Now more worried that you had upset him, than anything else. 

“Papa I am sorry…I wasn’t trying to offend you or Sister…” You began.

“Agh.” Copia scoffed in disagreement.

“...it’s just she drives me crazy with her nitpicking and…” you continued, watching as Copia slowly closed the door up behind you. His eyes fixed on you as he allowed you to vent your pent-up frustration. Then without warning he grabbed you, his lips pressing tightly against yours. Silencing your anger with his affection. Your eyes, unable to help but close as you melted into him. Feeling the bitterness of the day begin to shed from your shoulders.

“You, mio dolce amante, need to relax.” Copia smiled, his lips still held against yours. Kissing you again with tenderness and love. You lost yourself in it, so much so that when he pulled away you became somewhat confused. “You know I’m right.”

“I—I know.” you agreed, leaning back against the old wood shelf near the back of the shed. Copia approached you, his fingers tracing up along the buttons on the front of your shirt. Undoing them one by one until it hung open. 

“She is quite the shrew I must admit.” Copia chuckled to himself, his eyes quickly filling with desire as he began to remove your belt from its loops. The zipper of your slacks, slowly pulled down before your pants fell to your ankles as your body began succumbing to his will. The heat felt as it swirled within your gut. The sense of need, traveling into your core and leaving you wet before you could exhale your next breath.

“Oh Copia.” you purred as he brought his fingers down beneath your underwear and effortlessly found your clit. 

“You see, I can’t help the fact that my mother is…well, how she is amore…but I can do this.” Copia grinned, delighted as you squirmed beneath his touch. Always knowing exactly how you liked to be touched and teased. 

“I was afraid you were mad.” you told him, your voice breathy and low. 

“Afraid?” he asked, baffled at the thought.

“That you’d be mad at me…for being angry with her. I just…just can’t ever seem to stay in her good graces. There is always something keeping me in her sights and not for anything good.” you explained. You made a sharp inhale as Copia dipped his fingers inside you, bringing his mouth to your neck. Nipping and sucking, leaving marks of ownership into your skin. 

“I could never be angry with you…especially not over her…” he promised you, working his fingers deeper and deeper until he reached the spot, he knew would send you on edge. Letting out a satisfied groan as you began to shake inside. “That’s right, cum for me…” 

“Mmm…” You moaned as he worked you. Your insides squeezing tightly against his fingers. Fluids flowing over with your need for him. Hoping that soon he would be inside you—filling you. Copia brought his other hand down between you. Unzipping his own pants and freeing his already leaking cock. 

It was oh so hard, and throbbing, as it bounded out from the confines of his pants. The thick vein that ran its length, pulsing as he stroked himself. The sight of it, only making you more aroused as you replaced his hand with your own. Copia couldn’t help moaning as you touched him.  

“Ah…mmm…” he purred with your touch. His hips, rutting him harder into your hand.

“Are you sure?” you hummed, as you glided over his shaft with ease. 

“Assolutamente, you needn’t pay any attention to her tesoro…you belong to me. She—and everything else are nothing but background noise.” he assured as he pulled you back into a kiss. Tongue conquering yours swiftly as he made you cum again over his hand.    

“Oh C!” you cried as he spun you around. Facing you away from him, your head falling back against his shoulder. You were already so much more relaxed than you’d felt all day. He kissed along your jaw, his hands traveling to the roundness of your ass. Copia, unsatisfied until he’d made you a boneless, limp, and fleshy puddle.

He bent you over the empty shelf. Taking a tight grip on your ass as he ran his cock through your messy folds. You could feel the heat of him against you. Your body, craving for more of him. Desperate for the friction between you and the way he felt inside. It wasn’t long before he indulged you—plunging himself into you. 

“Ah! Cazzo, you feel so good!” he growled as he bottomed out. All you could do was moan and whine. Unable to gather enough brain power to focus on anything other than how tightly he was filling your pussy. You body clinging on to him as he slowly thrusted through you. Tugging against your walls with each pump of his hips.

“Mmm…” you mewled as Copia brought his fingers to your lips. Tracing the line of your mouth until you opened it for him. Allowing his thumb inside and sucking gently on the tip as he has he fucked you from behind. 

“That’s mio topolino…you’re so good for me.” Copia groaned, excited more as you continued to suck and lick his thumb. When he was satisfied, he popped it from your mouth. Using his other hand to guide you further down against the shelf. Angling your body just how he wanted it.

The sounds he was making only served to excite you even more. Washed over in pleasure while he buried his cock over and over into your pussy. It was only moments later when you felt him tease at your ass. Rubbing his thumb against your hole. Allowing you to get used to the stimulation before inserting his thumb inside. 

“Ah!” you called out as he entered you, the fingers of his hand anchored onto your ass. Helping him to hold onto you, as he slipped around his thumb inside you.

“I want you so full of me.” he purred, making small circular motions with it in your ass. “Touch yourself tesoro.” 

“Yes Papa.” you replied, happy to relinquish the control to him, bringing your fingers to your clit as he fucked you. His cock pounding away in your pussy as his thumb worked the sensitive nerves of your ass. Before long, he had you ready to cum again. Your walls, squeezing and pulling, against the rhythm of his cock. 

“Cum for me.” Copia commanded, his voice shaky and breathless. 

“Ah!” you moaned, your fluids leaking out from all around him as you came, hard and fast. The insides of your legs—covered in your satisfaction. He removed himself from you. Still gloriously hard and needing more. 

“I still think you’re a bit tense…let me help fix that.” he told you as he used his cock to gather up some generous amount of juices from your folds. Sliding up through the crack of your ass and pressing the head of his cock, heavy against your hole. Allowing you to adjust before he pushed himself inside.   

"C! Fuck!" You mewled, reaching back to grab at his wrist. Copia, gripping hold to your hips and pounding into you with the full force of his thrust. Leaving well earned bruises on the meat of your ass. 

"Let go amore! Ah! You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight." Copia grunted as he continued. Cock, running through you as your fingers found their way back to your clit. The flesh of your backside gloriously spread out by his hands. Your lover memorized as he watched the space between you, disappearing over and over into your ass. 

The sweat began to pool in the small of your back. Your fingers gripped tight to the old wooden shelf as your lover took you. Copia too was dripping from his brow. Relishing each and every pump of his pelvis into you. 

"Yes! C! Please, I'm cumming!" You cried out as you felt his cock begin to swell. His rhythm, more erratic and desperate as he got close to his own release. 

"Ah! Lucifer tesoro…I'm going to cum for you!" Copia groaned just as he painted your insides in hot, sticky cum. Spilling every last drop from his sack deep in your ass. The force of his climax, and your own diligent rubbing, sending you over. Your fingers slick with cum just as he had just begun to slow his stride.  

"That was exactly what I needed." You exhaled, your body loose and completely free of tension. The stress of the day fading as you melted with your lover's touch. "You always know how to make me feel better and help me unwind." You laughed, as Copia slipped out. Lifting you up into his arms to hold you against him.

"Believe me amore…the pleasure was all mine." He grinned, his paints a bit rougher looking than before. The sweat, blurring the once crisp edges. Smearing the black into the white. 

Notes: 

mio dolce amante- my sweet lover

Assolutamente- absolutely 

Cazzo- fuck

mio topolino- my little mouse