#papa iv x female OC

[canarycolemine]

In Season

Summary: Springtime means one thing: getting railed in a sundress.

Papa Emeritus IV x Original Female Character

Warnings/Tags: 18+ for explicit sexual content, light dom/sub, older man/younger woman, oral sex, vaginal sex

WC: 3k

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Sister Evie had been waiting weeks for the weather to turn right to wear her new dress around the Abbey. She ordered it specifically for the warmer season and knew it would highlight every one of her curves deliciously. Light pink, with a corset wait and ankle length billowing skirt. Perfectly twirlable. Tits pushed up to high heavens. She knew her Papa could simply not resist how innocent she looked.

It was a Sunday, on a day where all siblings of sin and clergy members were permitted to wear street attire. Sister Evie sauntered down to the dining hall for her breakfast - her long black hair flowing behind her. So carefully planned, she was later than most siblings to the meal.

She could feel nerves building as she was nearing the hall, the cacophony of fellow siblings socializing starting to become closer. She was not known to wear such pompous clothing. Mentally, she reassured herself: siblings are kind to one another, always supportive.

And, Papa would not be able to take his eyes off of her sweet form.

Evie took a breath, knowing she had to remain calm to play the role. She wanted Papa to see her in the pretty dress. She wanted him to have sinful thoughts about her, dreaming of corrupting her, using her and discarding her. And she would remain sweet to only him.

The sister realized that a new kind of nerves was building her stomach. She needed to put those thoughts out of her mind, she had a performance to give.

She rounded the corner to enter the dining hall. The entire abbey was already fast at work on the fine spread prepared for breakfast. Groups of siblings chatting, laughing and at ease.

It was always interesting to see siblings out of their cassocks and habits, in favor of the other clothes they owned. Band t-shirts and ripped denim jeans, smart skirts and comfortable sweaters. Although being in a uniform made getting ready easier, there was something to be said about the lack of individuality. Who knew Brother Ezra was into Whitney Houston? How does Sister Diane’s boobs look incredible in everything she wore?

Evie smiled, taking in the sight of her found family.

“Holy shit, Evie!” Sister Kate drew attention to Evie.

Other siblings turned to the object of the sources’ gasp. A chorus of gasps and wolf-howls were directed towards Evie. She had worried for naught. The sister blushed and averted her gaze, waving away the compliments.

She knew that she was often perceived as just purely sweet by the fellow siblings. She was the hard working, kind sister of the infirmary. But damn, she knew how to dress her body. Who knew she possessed such a figure?

The man staring her down.

Papa IV had held his breath since she had walked in. He was worried why his sweet Evie was late to breakfast, hopefully her allergies weren’t acting up. It was that time of year. Either way, she would certainly need to be punished for making him worry. All thoughts left his mind at the sight of her in her pink dress. She looked so soft for him, pure.

By Lucifer, she just twirled in her dress for her friends, his heart melted. How the older man adored his sweet Evie.

His fondness for her turned into a heat, a need to touch her. Oh, she was going to make this a difficult meal for Papa.

Evie shifted her gaze up to the head tables, where the upper clergy ate their meals. She smiled sweetly at her Papa. His gaze was stoic but entirely zoned on her.

She had him exactly where she wanted him. A sly grin graced her face.

The sister walked over to the breakfast spread to pick out her meal. Strawberries were in season, she simply must have them.

After sufficiently filling her plate, Evie sat with her friends. She positioned herself so that she could be in full gaze of Papa.

“He’s looking at you, Evie.” Sister Diane said.

“Good.” Evie said confidently, casually. She did not want to let Papa know that she knew what she was doing. She was a lamb, he was the butcher. “What should I do now?”

“Eat the strawberries all sexy.” Sister Kate sat facing away from Papa, like she was the director of the scene. “Like, ‘oh, I love having things in my mouth! Please Papa, you next!’”

“Don’t be so loud, Papa might hear you” Diane interjected. “We’re creating a scene: Evie gets railed in a sundress.”

Evie was now thoroughly laughing at her friends’ frankness. “I’ve always appreciated your subtlety, sisters.”

Delicately biting into the sweet fruit, Evie made a show of wiping the juice that trickled down her neck onto her chest. Kate made a face at Evie’s blatant performance. “Ever the performer!” All the while, Evie avoided the mismatched gaze of Papa.

His gaze never left her. How brash of a show she was putting on. Wrapping her lips around the bulbous fruits, gently wiping her breasts. She looked perfectly corruptible. There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing to the older man. It was almost mocking him.

“Something the matter, Copia?”

Papa IV turned to the voice, it was his ever flamboyant, boisterous predecessor.

“No, no, no. Nothing is the matter”

“Fratello, you’ve been staring down the little Sorella ever since she walked in.” The Third Emeritus brother smirked, gazing down at Copia's lap. “I can see the, ah, effect she has on you.”

Copia focused his gaze, angrily on the dandy man.

“I would feel the same, you see. She’s a lovely sorella, and that dress, I would very much like to see it on the ground in my quarters.”

“Tread lightly, fratello…”

“And what I would give to hear her scream my name, instead of yours. She’s quite loud, you know, I can hardly sleep when she visits you in the night.”

“Stai zitto! Figlio di puttana!” Papa IV smacked his hand down onto the head table. “Let’s see who she screams for then, si?”

By now, the entire hall had gone quiet, staring at the scene that erupted at the upper clergy’s table.

Papa IV, pushed back from his chair and walked towards the tables of the lower siblings. His pace was deadly, determined, hungry.

Evie saw Papa boring towards her, that familiar fear creeping up again. The fear that elicited the sweetest feelings, the helplessness she would soon feel.

“Sister Eve, would you care to join your Papa for a walk?” Papa IV said through gritted teeth, he was angry, desperate to feel ownership.

“Hello Papa,” Evie said, as she stood to greet her Papa with courtesy. “I would love t-” Before she could answer, Copia gripped her arm and forced her along, leaving the dining hall at a pace that nearly made her trip.

“Copia, where are we going?” Evie stumbled along.

“It’s Papa now, pet, you know so much better than that.” He dragged the body down the halls of the Abbey.

“Wearing that dress, I bet you felt so pretty. You made quite the show at the meal, no? I’ve never seen anyone enjoy strawberries as much as you did. You almost looked as happy as when you have your pretty mouth wrapped around me.”

Evie was thoroughly blushing, but she was vindicated. She was getting exactly the Sunday she wanted. Copia peered down at the woman he was dragging along

“You won’t have that fucking grin on your face in a moment, my sweet.”

They arrived at the upper clergy suits. Evie could feel the bruises forming under his firm grip, how she would treasure them later. Papa IV opened his suit door open, pushing the young woman into his room.

With such force, Evie fell to the ground. She heard the door close and the lock click behind her. Two strong leather clad hands gripped her arms and hoisted her back to her feet.

Pressing his front into Evie, Papa IV whispered, “Oh, sweet thing. Please don’t act so scared, please.”

His hand trailed up her arms and pushed her hair out of the way of her ears. “Tesoro, what a shame. Such a beautiful dress, I’d hate to ruin it. But, I simply must have you wear it as I fuck you.”

Evie whimpered. Her body was turned to face the older man.

Copia’s hands gripped her chin, as he brought his face closer to hers. “Now, I do feel guilty taking my pet away from her breakfast.” His grip tightened. “Perhaps my whore should eat?”

Her eyes scanned his face, fearfully. In truth, his hold on her was causing pain.

His hand came to caress her cheek, wiping the tear that she didn’t know was there. “Shush, now, pet. Look at you, so scared of me. Perhaps, if you behave, I’ll give you a reward, si?”

She nodded, her body otherwise still.

“Kneel.” “Papa, my dress…”

“You better not spill a drop then, eh?”

His grip loosened. Complying, the sister knelt before her man. Now at eye level with her prize. She looked up, wide eyed at the older man. Evie knew this game. Copia loved to pretend he was corrupting an innocent, young woman; he got a thrill knowing she was so much younger than him.

She bit her lip. “Papa? Can I kiss it?”

He nodded.

She moved her hands up his muscular thighs, reaching to the ever hardening bulge in his pants. Gently palming him, she kissed the thick fabric. Copia rewarded her with a groan. Carefully, she unlaced the front of his pants, pulling down the fabric to reveal him. Her cheeks flushed at the sight.

He was well endowed. His member was now thoroughly throbbing, reddening at the tip, now leaking.

She took her time, exploring it’s length with delicate touches. She moved her face closer, applying one gentle kiss to the tip. Another kiss, slightly deeper. Her mouth moved further down, her lips ghosting over a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

Knees straightening, she brought her breasts to his length. Copia’s mouth fell open, a small moan escaping. “Fuck!”

Evie carefully enveloped her flesh around his length and moved slowly. Her eyes remained transfixed on his face, chasing his pleasure. She could not deny the burning she was feeling in her core.

“Your mouth, you fucking tease.” Copia now commanded. His eyes shot at her, pupils dilated.

“Yes, Papa.”

Removing herself, she settled herself back. She resumed her routine, kitten licking and kissing every inch of his length. Copia’s hand reached to her hair.

“Take it now, pet. I’m done waiting.”

Eager to now please, Evie sank onto his length. She moved slowly and shallowly at first, just as he loves. Her eyes remained steady on the older man’s face. She went further down, her tongue pressing onto the underside. She hollowed her cheeks, removing him to lavish his tip, before taking him further and deeper. Her head began to bob, now taking him in earnest. Copia’s hand remained in her hair, applying additional pressure, encouraging her to take more of him.

His speed steadily grew. Small breaths escaped his mouth, as he was in the throws of ecstasy. So too, Evie did her best to match his rhythm. Despite her efforts, one particularly deep thrust hit her soft palette, eliciting a gag. She did her best to catch her breath, but she knew that the old man liked to see her struggle keeping up with him.

Swallowing, she could feel the tears falling from her eyes. She peered at him.

Copia looked at Evie, her eyes watering, face flushed. He couldn’t control the whimper that feel from him. Using the hand anchored in her hair, he removed her from his length.

“My sweet, my pet. That's enough for now. You’ve done so beautifully.” Copia lifted her body into an embrace. Evie could still feel how painfully teased he was. He held her there for a moment, moving his hands up her back, gripping her hair and adjusting her head to pull her in for a kiss.

Her moans were stifled by the kiss, which was becoming more desperate. Copia left a trail of kisses to her ear.

“Little one, I need to hear you scream. Can you do that for me?” Evie’s knees nearly gave out from beneath her. “Now tell your Papa: who owns you?”

Evie whined.

Copia tightened the grip in her hair, pulling her back to see her.

"You need to listen, pet. And I said, who owns you?"

“Papa, you do! Papa, please!” She whined. “I’ll do anything, please, just touch me.” Evie was aching with desire, so deliciously neglected. The tears were flowing freely.

“Ah, that's right.”

With a swift motion, Copia lifted his girl over his shoulder. Even in his older age, he was deceptively strong. He carried her body over to his bed, throwing her down onto the satin sheets. Evie laid for a moment, anticipating his touch, which never came.

“Papa?” She gazed up to find him, standing in the same spot from which he threw her.

“You look pretty when you cry, tesoro.” Evie’s head tilted, she was waiting for him to make a move, to pounce on her like a wolf to a hare. “Lift your skirt, and remove your panties.”

“Oh Papa, I’m so sorry.” Evie faked sympathy. Copia’s stare sharpened. She lifted her skirt to show Papa that she had neglected undergarments for the day.

Copia groaned at her bareness. “You are wicked, pet. And who would know? Who would have known that the sweet sister could be so desperate.” Step by step, inching towards her body. Evie’s legs instinctively closed. “And who would have known she was so perverse? So needy, desperate to be owned. A perfect little fuckdoll.”

His figure towered over her.

A doe eyed stare gazed up at the man. Her breaths were shallow. “Papa...”

“Yes, dolcezza, just like that, sing for me.” Copia descended onto her legs, his hand slithering between the soft flesh of her thighs. He tapped once, “let me make my pet feel so good.” Evie opened her legs, “Ah, so beautiful. Already dripping from just taking my cock in your mouth.”

Had Evie not wanted this very moment, she would have cringed at her need. No shame, she needed him.

Copia drew his face down to her sex, and gently kissed her clit. He dragged two fingers through her slit and withdrew them to inspect. “So wet for Papa, si?” She was thoroughly keening at the sight of her arousal.

Hearing her whimpers, Copia continued his ministrations. He made small circles around her entrance, applying a gentle pressure. His tongue continued to lavish her bud, eliciting her whines further. Here he remained for a few moments, building her pleasure.

His mouth enveloped her clit, suckling on the delicate flesh. As he did, his finger delved into her. A guttural moan escaped Evie’s lips. Copia chucked at her reaction, the vibrations from him tickling her further. Another finger joined his efforts, pushing into her velvet heat.

He developed a rhythm between his mouth and his fingers, pumping into her. She could feel him curl his fingers into the spot inside of her, her toes curling at the newly applied pressure. His leather clad hands always felt soft and luxurious.

She could feel the band inside tightening; she was getting close. Already wound up from pleasuring Copia, she knew she would not last much longer.

“Papa, I’m so, so close.” She whined, begging for him.

His face lifted from her sex. “What do you want, pet? Tell Papa.”

“Fuck me!”

Needing no further instruction, Copia stood, withdrawing his fingers from her. He freed his cock from his trousers, still aching from Evie’s ministrations. With one thrust, he entered her. Her screams filled the room.

“Yes, pet, you feel so good.” Copia growled. He paused for her to adjust to his size; he looked down at the woman underneath him. She was writhing, her body begging him to move. “So fucking good for Papa.”

He thrust into her with veracity; Evie gripped the sheets to brace herself. It was almost too much. Her breath barely kept up with his movements. She clenched her walls around him, the band so close to snapping.

Copia brought his hand to her clit, stroking in time with his thrusts.

She felt the pressure grow to it’s highest peak, the heat at a bursting point. “I’m there, Papa, please let me cum, please.” She was unaware of the words she was saying, just desperate to get to her goal.

“No.” Copia said through gritted teeth, his eyes boring down into hers. “Wait.”

Evie huffed. Her head was thrown back, in concentration of holding on. She closed her eyes tight, focused on her breathing. She couldn’t help the moans that fell from her mouth, as Papa relentlessly fucked her.

“Papa, please, I can’t hold on anymore, please.” Her tears were falling once more.

“Show me who you belong to, scream, Evie, scream for Papa.”

“Papa!” as she screamed, she could feel the band break. Her muscles contracted, rocking her body. The white heat flowed through her veins, enrapturing her in the waves of bliss. Her walls bearing down on Copia, he soon followed. His eyes, transfixed on the woman below him, lost in ecstasy.

Evie felt his length twitch in her stomach, a warm release spurting into her. Copia held her hips to steady himself through his orgasm. His finger - still flying on her nub.

She was fighting off the overstimulation, her body growing tired and painful at the overuse. Copia ceased his movements. As her breaths slowed, Copia removed himself from her.

He stepped back, as to remark on the scene he created. His gloved hand returned to her entrance, now leaking with his spend; Copia shoved the dripping fluids back into her. Evie was slowly coming down to Earth.

“Wouldn’t want to get any on your dress, heh?”

“Copia…” Her eyes rolled at his lewd actions. Evie laughed as she broke her character.

“Amore, allow me a moment.” Copia departed to his bathroom, arriving back with a dampened washcloth. He gingerly wiped her legs - so gently, as if tending to wounds. While Copia loved the intense moments of his lust, he adored taking care of his lover when they finished chasing their pleasures. His sweet, his Evie. Once satisfied with his cleaning, Copia joined Evie lying on his bed. He turned her head and pulled her close for a kiss.

“Thank you, Copia.”

“Ah, dolce, it is my pleasure. After all, you said you wanted to get railed in a sundress, si? It is the season.” He smirked at her. “Perhaps we will buy you a replacement dress, I might have gotten too… eh, excited about this one. And we should get you one in blue, to match me, then everyone knows who you belong to,?”

Evie smacked his arm, as Copia wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

She wasn’t opposed to showing everyone who she belonged to.

[ragequeen94]

SPICY COPIA BELOW

Terzo🔥

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[ghostchems]

sacred blasphemy - catholic priest!copia x f!oc

chapter one: blood!

in another world, copia has become a catholic priest after being drawn to it during his childhood in an orphanage. he is content with his life, finally feeling grounded and like he belongs -- until a new face in his flock captures his attention.

author’s note: this is the project i’ve been talking about for the past few weeks! eventual smut, my friends, but nothing too spicy here. this story came about because a lot of fic i’ve read and also written have the papas as the seducers, the ones who draw “innocent” people to join the satanic church with their charm and sexiness so i thought what if i did it the other way around. about 4k words. ao3 link!

The young boy stood motionless in the schoolyard, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest in a protective embrace. He remained there, a still figure amidst the bustling playground, his heart pounding with anticipation. Time seemed to slow as he waited, knowing full well what was coming but powerless to stop it.

Suddenly, the air was split by the unmistakable sound of rubber against skin. A dodgeball, thrown with cruel precision, struck the boy squarely in the face. The impact was immediate and intense, causing his nose to erupt with blood. As it trickled down his face, a strange sense of relief washed over him. The nuns, alerted by the commotion, rushed to his aid, their habits fluttering as they escorted him swiftly to the infirmary. Despite the pain and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, the boy felt a small spark of triumph. His plan had worked – he had successfully escaped the dreaded dodgeball game, just as he had hoped.

He found solace in the quiet sanctuary of the infirmary. The gentle care he received there was a balm to his battered spirit. The nun tended to his injury with practiced hands and he felt a sense of peace wash over him. Seeking further comfort, he reached for the Bible that lay nearby. It really should have been his by now. He opened its well-worn pages. The ancient words spoke to him, offering wisdom and solace in equal measure. He immersed himself in the sacred text, allowing its timeless messages to soothe his troubled mind and provide a temporary escape from the harsh realities of his daily life.

Every trip to the infirmary ended with wondering when this would all be over. When he would be free of this place. The thought both terrified and excited him. The infirmary, with its antiseptic smell and quiet atmosphere, had become a strange sort of sanctuary. Here, at least, he was safe from the chaos of the playground and the cruel taunts of his fellow orphans. he'd always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in anywhere. His appearance didn’t help. He was a gangly child, oddly proportioned child and his eye certainly didn’t make people want to be friends with him.

But he knew he couldn't stay here forever. Sooner or later, he would have to face the world outside these walls. He turned another page of the Bible, his eyes scanning the words without really reading them.

***

This has been a long time coming for the priest.

He surveyed the parking lot as members began to arrive for mass, a content smile on his face.

Copia's journey to this moment had been a long and winding one. The sense of displacement he felt as a child led him to seek solace in faith, eventually finding his calling in the priesthood. The path hadn't been easy - there were moments of doubt, struggle, and loneliness that echoed his childhood experiences. But now, standing before his congregation, he felt a sense of peace and belonging he'd long yearned for, a stark contrast to his rootless beginnings.

As more people filed into the church, some stopping to shake his hand, Copia reflected on how far he'd come. The hardships of his past had shaped and guided him here. He felt settled, grounded in a way he never had before. This small church, this community—it was home. Though it had taken some getting used to on their part. He was the strange priest with the ghostly white eye. The one who sometimes had dark circles around his eyes, rumored to be from any number of things. Definitely not your typical priest. His appearance had initially raised eyebrows and sparked whispers among the congregation. Some had even questioned whether he was fit to lead their church in the wake of beloved Father Acosta’s retirement. But Copia's genuine compassion and unwavering dedication to his flock had gradually won them over. Very gradually. Still, he couldn't help but notice the occasional curious glance or startled reaction from newcomers, though that wasn't very often.

He shook the thoughts off, focusing on the message he was about to deliver. Copia was excited to share his homily today, having worked on it for the last few days. The message he had prepared felt particularly poignant, addressing themes of acceptance and unity within the community, drawing inspiration from Ephesians 4:2-3: "Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace." He hoped his words would resonate with the congregation and foster a sense of belonging for all members - a belonging that he would gladly provide after being deprived of it for so long in his own life. The irony wasn't lost on him; the outsider now creating a space of inclusion for others.

“Father Copia!”

Copia spun around at the sound of his name, a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognized the pair approaching him. Mark, a single father who had become a regular at the church, was gently guiding his daughter Maisie forward.

"Ah, good morning, Mark! And hello there, Maisie," Copia greeted them, his voice softening as he addressed the shy little girl. Maisie, usually hesitant to make eye contact, was clutching something in her small hands.

"Go on, sweetheart," Mark encouraged, giving her a gentle nudge. "Show Father Copia what you made."

With a deep breath, Maisie stepped forward and held out a piece of paper. Copia knelt down to her level, his mismatched eyes twinkling with curiosity. "What's this, little one?"

Maisie's voice was barely above a whisper. "I... I drew you, Father."

Copia carefully took the offered drawing, his heart swelling with emotion as he examined it. There in bright crayon strokes, was an unmistakable portrait of himself. Maisie had captured every detail - his black cassock, his graying brown hair, and most notably, his distinctive eyes. One was scribbled a deep green, while the other was left white.

"M-Maisie," Copia breathed, genuinely touched. "This is beautiful. Th-thank you so much." He looked up at the girl, who was now beaming with pride. "This is, ehm… this really is me."

Mark chuckled, resting a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "She's been working on it all week. Wouldn't let me see it until it was finished."

Copia stood, still holding the drawing carefully, almost unable to tear his eyes away. “This is going straight to my office. I'll treasure it always, piccolina." The little girl's shy smile grew wider, and Copia felt a warmth spread through his chest. He was so touched by Maisie's gesture that he felt a lump forming in his throat. He tried to mask it with a cough, urging them to get to their pews. "Thank you again," he managed, his voice slightly rough. "Please, take your seats. We'll be starting soon." As Mark and Maisie moved away, Copia took a moment to compose himself, touched by the unexpected kindness. He carefully folded the picture and tucked it into his pocket.

The last few congregants entered the church with Copia watching, taking a deep breath to center himself. The moment had arrived. With a final glance at the sky—a calming ritual he'd long practiced—he turned and strode towards the entrance. His mind was already racing with anticipation. He could feel the weight of his responsibility, the trust his congregation had placed in him. As he stepped into the church, the familiar scent of incense and old wood enveloped him, grounding him in the present moment. Even so, the chasuble always felt heavy on his shoulders. It was green today — to represent the 17th Sunday in Ordinary Time. He let it drape over him, heavy yet calming. Copia took his place at the altar, ready to begin the service.

His eyes swept over the congregation. The familiar faces of his flock brought comfort, but a new presence caught his attention. A nun he hadn't seen before sat in one of the back pews, her head bowed in prayer. Something about her struck him as... different, though he couldn't quite place why. His gaze lingered on her as the words to his introduction fell effortlessly from his lips until a sudden, sharp pain flared behind his left eye — his white eye. The sensation was entirely new, a stinging that made him blink rapidly. Copia faltered for a moment, taken aback. He'd never experienced anything like it before, especially not during a mass.

He recovered quickly, his hands flying into motion as he continued his sermon. His fingers danced through the air, emphasizing key points with dramatic gestures. The congregation seemed to lean in, captivated by his animated delivery. His Italian heritage shone through in every sweeping motion and expressive flick of the wrist.

"And so, my dear brothers and sisters," Copia proclaimed, his hands spread wide, "we must remember that our faith is not just words, but actions." He brought his palms together. "It is in our deeds that we truly show our love for God and our fellow man." As he spoke, Copia found his natural rhythm, his earlier discomfort fading into the background. His hands continued to paint pictures in the air, bringing his message to life with each gesture.

Throughout the service, Copia found his gaze drawn back to the mysterious nun. Her posture, the way she held herself during the hymns, it all seemed slightly off-kilter for a woman of the cloth. He shook off the feeling, chiding himself for being distracted during mass. As a priest, his focus should be solely on the service and his congregation. Yet, there was something undeniably intriguing about this newcomer. Copia silently admonished himself, refocusing his attention on the sacred rituals at hand. He took a deep breath, centering himself in the familiar rhythms of the mass.

When it came time for communion, Copia's heart rate inexplicably quickened as the line of parishioners moved forward. The new nun approached and he felt an odd tension in the air. She raised her head, and their eyes met. Copia's breath caught in his throat. Her eyes were a striking shade of blue, almost luminous in the church's dim lighting.

"The body of Christ," Copia intoned, his voice steady despite his inner turmoil.

"Amen," the nun replied, her voice a low, melodious whisper that sent an unexpected shiver down Copia's spine. To his surprise, she opened her mouth instead of raising her cupped hands as most parishioners did. He exhaled slowly, steeling himself, momentarily thrown by this deviation from the usual practice.

He placed the communion wafer on her tongue, his finger brushed it ever so slightly. A jolt of... something... passed between them, leaving Copia momentarily stunned. The nun's lips curled into the faintest of smiles as she turned away, leaving Copia almost shattered. Shaking himself mentally, he continued with the communion, but his thoughts kept drifting back to those piercing blue eyes and that enigmatic smile.

The last of the parishioners returned to their seats, Copia moved back to the altar, a place of safety for him. He carefully cleaned the sacred vessels, his movements deliberate and reverent. The familiar ritual helped to calm him, pushing away the lingering thoughts of the nun. He felt like he was in autopilot for the rest of Mass, not his favorite feeling in the world but he was at least able to get through it. He raised his hands, inviting the congregation to stand for the prayer after communion. “Let us pray," he intoned, his voice carrying through the church. He recited the prayer, asking for God's continued blessings and grace upon those who had received the Eucharist.

After the prayer, Copia shared his usual weekly announcements with the congregation. He reminded them about the upcoming parish potluck and called for volunteers for the food bank drive. The attentive parishioners responded with nods and murmurs of agreement. These community events and opportunities to give back were truly Copia's favorite aspects of his role—even more so than having an audience for his sermons. Such initiatives held a special place in his heart; after all, he'd benefited greatly from them during his own upbringing.

Finally, it was time for the Concluding Rite. Copia spread his arms wide, his voice warm as he spoke the familiar words: "The Lord be with you." The congregation responded in unison, "And with your spirit." He then gave the final blessing, making the sign of the cross over his flock. Mass drew to a close, members began filing out of their pews and Copia felt a mixture of relief and lingering unease. The service had gone well, despite the unexpected distraction. Yet as he watched the congregation file out, his eyes couldn't help but search for a glimpse of blue eyes and a nun's habit among the departing crowd.

He lingered in the pull for a moment longer then made his way into the crowd, exchanging warm greetings and engaging in light conversation. He found himself particularly drawn into a chat with Margot, a cherished elderly parishioner who never missed a Sunday service.

"Father Copia," Margot beamed, her eyes twinkling with excitement, "I can't wait for the potluck! I'm planning to bring my famous lemon tarts. Everyone always seems to enjoy them so."

Copia's face lit up at the mention of Margot's renowned dessert. "Ah, your lemon tarts are truly a blessing, Margot. I'm looking forward to them myself." He leaned in conspiratorially, "I'm thinking of making pasta for the event. I, eheh, got the new Martha Stewart cookbook and..."

Their pleasant exchange was interrupted by a gentle tap on Copia's shoulder. He turned to find Sister Laura, one of the regular nuns, standing beside the mysterious newcomer he had noticed earlier.

"Father," Sister Laura began, her voice warm but formal, "I'd like to introduce you to our newest member, Sister Veronica."

Copia's breath caught in his throat as his eyes met those striking blue ones once again. Sister Veronica offered a small, shy smile. He took her in, trying to be discreet. She was petite, with wisps of dark hair escaping from beneath her habit. Her posture seemed self-protective, arms wrapped around herself. Copia couldn't help but notice how her blue eyes sparkled with an inner light, a contrast against her pale skin. He quickly averted his gaze, reminding himself of his position and the impropriety of such thoughts.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Father Copia," Sister Veronica said, her voice carrying the same melodious quality he remembered from communion.

Copia reached out to shake her hand as he felt a familiar stirring within him - a temptation he had grappled with before. The touch of her hand sent a jolt through him, reminiscent of their earlier encounter during communion.

"Welcome to our parish, Sister Veronica," Copia managed, his voice steady the discomfort that warred inside him. "I hope you'll find a home here with us."

Sister Veronica's smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you, Father. I already feel welcomed." She glanced around the church, her gaze lingering on the ornate stained glass windows. "It's a beautiful parish you have here."

Copia nodded, his eyes following her gaze. "Indeed, we are blessed with such beauty. Perhaps… I could, eh, give you a tour sometime, show you some of the hidden treasures?" The words left his mouth before he could stop them, and he felt a flush creep up his neck. Sister Veronica's eyes widened slightly, a hint of something unreadable flickering in their depths.

Sister Laura, sensing the tension, cleared her throat softly. "Father, perhaps you could tell Sister Veronica about our upcoming potluck? I'm sure she'd love to contribute."

Copia blinked, grateful for the interruption. "Ah, yes, of course," he replied, his voice a touch higher than usual. "We'd be delighted to have you join us, Sister Veronica. It's a wonderful opportunity to meet the congregation."

Sister Veronica nodded, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. "That sounds lovely, Father. Perhaps I could bring my grandmother's secret recipe for cannoli?" She glanced at Sister Laura, who nodded approvingly. Copia felt a flutter in his chest at the mention of the Italian dessert, one of his favorites.

"That's perfect, Sister Veronica," Copia said, his tone polite but brief. "I look forward to trying it." He nodded to both nuns. "If you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to. Sister Laura can help you with any other questions."

With that, Copia turned and walked briskly towards his office, his mind spinning with frantic thoughts of what he was feeling. In almost a blink of an eye, he had arrived, quickly seeking the solace. He leaned against the closed door, his heart racing. A panicked laugh escaped his lips, echoing in the silence of his office. "Why?" he whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "Why do I feel this way?"

The image of Sister Veronica's piercing blue eyes flashed in his mind, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts. This wasn't right. He was a man of the cloth, dedicated to his faith and his congregation. These feelings... they were inappropriate, forbidden even.

Copia pushed himself away from the door and paced the small confines of his office. His hands fidgeted restlessly, a nervous habit he'd never quite shaken. "Get a hold of yourself," he muttered, his Italian accent thickening with his distress. He paused by his desk, his eyes falling on the worn Bible that always sat there. Guilt washed over him in waves. Copia sank into his chair, burying his face in his hands. He needed to pray, to seek guidance and strength. But for the first time in a long while, he felt off kilter.

Copia shook his head, trying to dismiss the worry. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper - Maisie’s drawing. A deep sigh fell from his lips.

This was why he had chosen this path. This was his purpose - to guide, to protect, to be a beacon of hope for those who needed it most. The innocence and trust reflected in that simple drawing grounded him, reminding him of his vows and responsibilities.

"I will stay the path," Copia whispered to himself, his resolve strengthening despite the lingering worry about his eye. With renewed determination, he clasped his hands together and bowed his head in prayer, seeking the guidance he so desperately needed - not just for his spiritual dilemma, but now also for this unexpected physical concern.

As Copia he began, a sudden, sharp pain lanced through his eye. He winced, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the affected area. The world around him began to blur, his vision swimming in and out of focus. Panic rose in his chest as he struggled to make sense of the plan.

He felt a warm trickle from his nose. Copia lowered his hand, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the crimson stain on his fingers. Blood. He was bleeding. In a daze, he fumbled for a tissue, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. He pressed the cloth to his nose, his gaze fell upon the drawing in front of him. His entire body went rigid, a mix of anger and despair welling up inside. Droplets of blood had fallen onto the paper, marring the innocent crayon strokes with stark red splatters. Copia stared at the ruined drawing, his heart sinking. With trembling hands, he carefully folded the bloodstained paper and tucked it into his pocket.

More blood spilled from his nose, splattering on his desk. Panic ripped through him, his head feeling light and heart thundering in his chest. He stumbled to his feet, his vision still blurry, and rushed out of his office towards the restroom.

He collided with someone on the way because of course he did. Looking up, his heart skipped a beat as he recognized Sister Veronica's concerned face. The sight of her caused another surge of anxiety, and to his horror, he felt a fresh gush of blood from his nose.

"Father Copia!" Sister Veronica exclaimed, her blue eyes widening with alarm. "O-oh goodness! Here, let me help you."

He wanted to protest, to tell her he had it handled but the words refused to leave him. Sister Veronica gently guided him to a nearby alcove, away from prying eyes and he followed silently. She produced a clean handkerchief from her pocket and began to dab at the blood on his face with a tenderness that made Copia's heart race even faster.

"Tilt your head forward slightly," she instructed softly, her warm fingers on his chin sending an involuntary shiver through him. "It'll help stop the bleeding." Copia complied, feeling a mixture of gratitude and unease at her proximity. The scent of her - a subtle mix of incense and something floral - filled his senses, making it hard for him to focus on anything else.

"Thank you, Sister," he managed to mumble, his voice muffled by the handkerchief. "I... I don't know what came over me."

Sister Veronica's eyes met his, filled with genuine concern. "It's alright, Father. These things happen. Just take deep breaths. Are you feeling any better?"

Copia nodded slightly, acutely aware of her gentle touch as she continued to tend to him. The bleeding seemed to be slowing and he was grateful. He took a deep breath and a wave of nostalgia washed over him. The gentle care and the clean scent of the handkerchief transported him back to his childhood days in the infirmary. He remembered the kind nuns who had cared for him then, their soft hands and soothing voices a balm to his young, troubled soul. The memory brought a bittersweet ache to his chest.

"It's... it's been a rather strange day for me," Copia finally spoke up, his voice slightly shaky. He met Sister Veronica's concerned gaze, feeling a mix of vulnerability and unease. "I apologize for troubling you with this, Sister."

Sister Veronica's expression softened, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "There's no need to apologize, Father. We all have our difficult days. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Copia felt a warmth spread through his chest at her kindness, even as he struggled with the conflicting emotions her presence stirred within him. He shook his head slightly, careful not to dislodge the handkerchief. "Your assistance has, eh, been more than enough, Sister. Thank you." Copia gave a deep sigh. "I'll make sure this is spotless when I return it to you, Sister." He tugged at the handkerchief.

Sister Veronica shook her head gently, her blue eyes warm. "Please, keep it, Father. Consider it a small token of welcome to your parish."

"Thank you again, Sister," he whispered, raising his hand to hold the handkerchief to his nose. As their fingers brushed, Copia felt a familiar jolt course through him.

Sister Veronica's expression softened further. "I'm here if you need any assistance, Father. Please don't hesitate to ask." She lingered for perhaps a moment too long, then turned to leave, her footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.

As Copia watched her retreating figure, he felt a twinge in his chest - a mixture of gratitude, confusion, and something else he dared not name. He took a deep breath, relieved to find that the blood flow had finally stopped.

Lowering the handkerchief, Copia leaned against the wall.

A strange day indeed.

[luciferscowgirl]

Me every time I read @zombiequeenblog’s fics:

(Me if I had a ghock)

I NEED HIM. I NEED TO LIVE IN THE SADGLO UNIVERSE. I NEED CARDINAL COPIA. I AM SO NOT OKAY WHEN IT COMES TO HIM. HELP ME DEAR LORD SATAN PLEASE.

IT’S STARTING TO HURT.

[ghuleh-witch]

And We Are Tied As One Eternally-XV

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x OFC Additional Tags: soft!dom Copia, eventual smut, developing relationship, kind of a slow burn, no beta reader Chapter Word Count: 2615 Summary: Ellie Moran just wanted to make a new life for herself. Running to escape the people in her past, she ends up in a small town in the middle of nowhere that happens to be home to a Satanic church. She never expected her life to change again after she started attending the public masses at said church. Ao3 || Masterlist Chapters: 15/? Previous Chapters Tag list: @sodoswitchimage

“Can I get you anything?” Ellie asked as Copia locked her apartment door.

“I’m okay,” he said. “So, tesoro, what did you have in mind for the rest of our night?” He watched her open a bottle of water and take a drink from it. She looked thoughtful, but there was something else there—something in the way her eyes darkened as she glanced at him and looked him over. 

“I don’t know. I just…I just wasn’t ready to be alone yet,” she said softly. “But if you need to go, I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t need to go. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now,” Copia said, stepping towards her. She looked so beautiful, and he was suddenly aware of just how lucky he was. He was close enough to touch her now, and he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?”

Ellie smiled. “You did, but I won’t argue with you if you want to tell me again.”

He laughed, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. “You look beautiful,” he said before he leaned in and kissed her, slipping the other hand around her waist. He pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around him. Her lips moved with his and he revealed in their softness. His tongue swiped over her bottom lip, asking for entrance and wanting nothing more than to taste her. 

She opened his mouth, her tongue meeting his and making him groan. He explored her mouth, holding her close and backing her up so she was against the kitchen counter. They continued to kiss before Ellie pulled away, gasping for air.

“Holy shit,” she panted and laughed. “No one has ever kissed me like that before,” she said, panting and laughing.

“Never?” Copia asked.

“Never. Ethan and I only made out a couple times in our time together and, well, he wasn’t nearly as good as you.” 

Copia felt pride flare in his chest as he chuckled. “Thank you, tesoro,” he said, running his hand up and down her back. 

“Can we do that again?” Ellie asked, her voice soft and almost pleading. It was as though if she didn’t get to kiss him again, her world would fall apart.

“We can do that again. As many times as you want, and more,” Copia responded before his lips were on hers once more. His hand tangled in her hair, holding her head as his other arm helder her around her waist. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, and before he had any idea what was happening, Ellie was pushing him back, her lips never leaving his as she guided him to her bedroom. 

Ellie walked him backward until they were through her door, and they parted for air again. Her cheeks were flushed as she awkward reached behind her and closed the door. 

“Are you sure you want this to go further?” Copia asked, understanding what this was leading to. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m not expecting anything.”

“I want to,” Ellie said, walking around Copia and sitting on the edge of her bed. “I want to go further.” 

She was looking up at him now, her gray eyes dark with want. Copia stifled a groan. She looked so good sitting there, waiting for him to say something. He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. “Okay,” he said after a moment. “But if at any point you want to stop, tell me. I mean it. Any point.” 

“I will. I promise,” she said.

“Brava ragazza (good girl),” he said, helping her move further back onto the bed. He kicked off his shoes and crawled over her body so he was above her. “Santanas, you look beautiful like this,” he breathed as he looked down at her, her wavy locks splayed out on the pillow. He smirked as a hue of pink stained her cheeks. 

“You’re not so bad looking yourself,” Ellie laughed softly. She bit her lip. “Can I confess something?”

“Of course,” Copia said. “What is it?”

“I’m a little nervous,” she said. “It’s been a while since I…I was intimate with anyone, and well, you already know how that all ended.”

Copia softened at her confession and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s natural to be nervous. We can go slow and ease in to it. I want to make you feel good.” His hand trailed down her side and rested on her hip. “What can I do to help ease your nerves?”

“Going slow would be good,” Ellie said. “I don’t want to rush. I want to remember how it all feels.” 

Copia smiled. “I’ll make sure you remember,” he said before leaning down and kissing her. His lips trailed from hers to her jaw. He revelled in the way her breaths came out in short pants and how she would let out the softest of moans when he gently nipped at her skin. 

“Can I undress you?” Copia asked between kisses. 

“Yeah,” Ellie breathed. She let Copia help her sit up before she reached around her back and unzipped her dress. Copia slid the hem of her dress up her thighs as Ellie shimmied out of the dress, pulling it over her head and leaving her in her bra and panties. Copia’s breath hitched as his eyes roamed up and down her body. 

“Splendida (stunning),” he breathed, as he trailed his fingers over her collarbone, making her shiver. He smirked, a little in awe of the way he affected her. “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes,” Ellie said, a smile forming on her lips. “This is nice.” 

“And it’s going to get even nicer,” he replied, leaning in and pressing small kisses her a spot under her ear. “I’m going to take your bra off now. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ellie said, another shiver of delight causing her to tremble.

He focused on kissing her skin, wishing he could press his lips to every inch of her as he unclasped her bra and slid it down her arms. He set it aside with her dress before he allowed a hand to cup her breast. He ran his thumb over her nipple, making her gasp softly. “How does that feel?” He asked.

“Good,” she said. “Really good.”

He hummed in response, his lips pressing a line of gentle kisses down her neck to her chest. His eyes flicked up to her face as he flicked his tongue over one of her nipples. He watched as her mouth fell open and her eyes flutter shut. Taking it as a sign to continue, he closed his lips around the bud, gently sucking and licking as his thumb and forefinger pinched and teased her other nipple. 

“God,” she moaned softly, a hand coming to thread through his hair.

Copia released her nipple and chuckled. “There’s no god here, tesoro,” he said, before giving the same treatment to her other nipple. He let out a pleased hum when her fingers curled in his hair and gave a little tug. After a few more seconds, he released her nipple with a pop and continued to trail kisses down to her stomach and to the lace trim of her panties. He looked up at her, her eyes half lidded as she stared back at him. “May I?” He asked, his fingers toying with the waistband of the fabric. When she nodded, he slowly slid them down her thighs and legs, leaving her completely bare to him. In that moment, he felt like he had been personally blessed by Lucifer himself. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, unable to take his eyes off her.

She blushed and smiled. “Now let me see you,” she said, sitting up and reaching for his jacket. She slid her hand under the lapels and up his shoulders, pushing it off his shoulders. Copia shrugged it off the rest of the way and let it fall off the bed and to the floor. He kept his eyes on her as she unbuttoned his first and did the same thing, leaving him bare chested and feeling suddenly vulnerable.

“You have a tattoo too,” she said, tracing a finger over the swirled pattern of the three sixes over his left peck. 

“Si,” he said. “I got it when I entered into the clergy as a priest. I was probably twenty-four or twenty-five at the time.”

Ellie traced over the pattern again before leaning forward and pressing her lips to it. “It suits you,” she said, tilting her head upward to look at him. Her hands began to unbuckle his belt, opening the buckle before unbuttoning his pants. The slight relief of pressure on his cock caused him to sigh softly in relief. He changed his position and helped her pull off his pants and his boxer briefs. She went to go peel his socks off when he gently took her wrist.

“I like to leave them on,” he said with a chuckle, feeling suddenly nervous. Any time he explained his preference to keep his socks on during sex, people teased him and laughed. He’d always laugh along with the person, but he felt disrespected. “Poor circulation in me feet, eh, they get cold easily.”

“Okay,” Ellie said.

“You’re not laughing?” Copia blinked.

“Why would I laugh?” Ellie asked. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, and I understand. It could be ninety degrees outside and my hands will get cold. I get it.”

He didn’t know if it was possible to fall even more for her. He leaned forward and took her face between his hands. He stared into her eyes for a moment before kissing her. “Thank you,” he murmured against her lips. He repositioned himself, allowing Ellie to see him fully. Her eyes moved over him slowly as she bit her lower lip. 

“Wow,” she said softly, her eyes still looking him over. “You’re hot.”

Copia couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Thank you, cara. I’m glad you think so.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “Now, back to what we were doing…” 

She giggled, and Copia committed the sound to memory. He leaned foward, forcing her to lie back as he knelt between her legs. He went back to littering her body with kisses. He went down her stomach and to her thighs. “Spread your legs for me, tesoro,” he said gently. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

She nodded and did as he asked without question. Copia moved his hand to drag a finger through her the short curls of hair and her slit. Ellie moaned as he gathered her slick on his finger. “You’re very wet,” he rumbled. 

“You got me all hot and bothered,” Ellie laughed, poking his leg with her toes. 

“And I won’t apologize,” he said, bringing his finger to his lips and sucking her slick from it. His eyes never left hers and he watched as they darkened and he licked his finger clean. “You taste good, tesoro. Can I taste more of you?”

“Like eat me out?” Ellie asked, her face reddening.

“Si,” Copia responded. He noticed the way her face was turning pink and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was blushing or if it was from embarrassment. “Have you had oral sex before?”

“No…” Ellie said, looking away.

Embarrassment, that’s what it was, Copia concluded. He reached forward and gently guided her face back to look at him. “There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, Ellie,” he said gently. “And if you will allow it, I will show you how wonderful of an experience it can be.” 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m thirty years old and my only experience is a couple of sloppy make out sessions and a drunken night of sex that resulted in me getting pregnant and years of misery to follow. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what being eaten out feels like. I don’t know what it’s like to give a blow job. I don’t know any of these things and I feel stupid.”

“I know,” he said, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “First and foremost, the way you feel is valid. It’s okay to feel as though you lack experience or skill. It doesn’t mean you are stupid. It doesn’t make my time with you any less. I want to give you those experiences and guide you through new things. I want to watch you discover what you love and learn how you want to be pleased. I want to be the one to give you all those first experiences you deserve and should have had.”

He saw Ellie’s lip tremble and for a moment he thought she might start crying, but then she smiled at him so fully that he thought his heart might have actually burst. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I want all those things and I want to experience all those things with you.”

A swell of pride took over, and he swallowed the lump in his thought. “You honor me,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it. “I’m going to go down on you now. Is that still okay?”

Ellie nodded.

“Good girl,” he said, moving further down the bed. He lowered himself between her legs and hooked his arms around her thighs. With slow and gentle stroked, he moved his tongue through her folds, his eyes never leaving her face. She gasped, and he saw her fingers clench at the sheets. He hummed in approval before circling over her clit with his tongue. It wasn’t long before she was writhing against him, her hips grinding into his face as he fucked her with his tongue and his nose pressed into her clit.

“C-Copia,” he heard Ellie pant. “I think I’m—I think I’m going to come.” 

He hummed in response, not ceasing his actions and encouraging her to let go and stopping himself from grinding his cock against her bed to relieve the throbbing ache that was only increasing with each pant from her.  A few second later, he her thighs stiffen around him and her pussy clench as she came. She was moaning his name as her back arched off the bed. He pulled back from her slightly, gently lapping over her clit with broad strokes of his tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

With his face covered in her wetness, he smirked as he looked down at her. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes seemed to be hazed over as she stared up at him in her post-orgasmic bliss. She opened her mouth a couple times, trying to speak but failing to find words. Finally, as her breathing returned to normal, she seemed to find her voice once more.

“Holy shit,” she said. “I’ve never felt like that before. I never came like that before.”

His chest rumbled as he reached over to her nightstand where she had a box of tissues. He grabbed a couple and wiped his face clean. “I’m glad I could make you feel good,” he said, tucking a wayward piece of hair behind her ear. “Can I kiss you? You’re going to taste yourself if you let me kiss you, is that okay?””

Ellie nodded, and he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue slipping behind her lips and over hers. She let out a soft, pleased sounding hum before they broke apart. “How are you feeling? Do you want to keep going?” Copia asked. 

Ellie nodded. “Yes, please,” she said.

“Alright,” Copia said, cupping her cheek and pressing another kiss to her lips. “I remember you mentioned a while back that you had your tubes removed, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy, but I have a condom in case you are more comfortable using one.” 

“We don’t need to,” Ellie said. “I trust you and I haven’t been with anyone since Ethan that one time.”

“If you change your mind—”

“You’ll be the first to know,” Ellie promised.

Copia nodded and repositioned himself, spreading her legs a little wider. “And what else did you promise me, tesoro?” He asked.

“That if I want to stop at any point, I will tell you,” Ellie responded.

“Brava ragazza,” he said as he pumped himself a couple of times. “We’ll go as fast or slow as you want, okay?”

Ellie nodded.

“I want you to say it,” Copia said. “I want to hear your voice.”

“Yes,” Ellie replied.

“Good girl,” he hummed in praise as he ran the head of his cock over her clit, making her gasp and grip the sheets. “Still sensitive, I see.” 

“No, I’m ready, please,” Ellie said, sounding needy and desperate. Hearing it made him chuckle.

“Okay, okay,” he teased, lining himself up and guiding his cock inside of her. He went slowly, letting her get used to his girth. He kept his eyes on her and watched her eyes widen and roll back before fluttering closed. “You okay there, cara?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “This is…This is nothing like I’ve felt before.” Her eyes opened again, and she stared back up at him with a blissful gaze. “Keep going.”

“As you wish,” he said with a smirk as he bottomed out in her. “I’m going to start moving. Are you ready?”

 Ellie nodded.

“Words, tesoro.”

“Yes, please.”

He pulled out to the tip slowly and then pushed back in, making her moan and grab his forearm. He kept his pace slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt her or push her limits. She was in control of how fast and hard things got, and he fully respected that. There would come a time when he’d control what they do, assuming that’s what she wanted, of course, but he was patient to wait for that day. He kept his eyes on her, fascinated by every little moan, flutter of her eyes, and squeeze of her hands on his arm and the sheets. She felt incredible around him. He couldn’t remember a time when he last felt this good with someone. Sure, every time he fucked someone felt good, but Ellie was special. This wasn’t just a one-night stand or a fling he was having while on tour. This was so much more—she was so much more. 

“Faster,” Ellie keened. “Please.”

“Of course,” he groaned, eager to change the pace. He moved faster, hooking hers arms under her thighs to lift her hips slightly. The change in angle made him groan. “You feel so good, tesoro. So tight and good.”

“You feel good in me,” she responded between panting breaths. “Holy shit, this feels so good.”

“I’m glad,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. He let go of one of her thighs so he could rub his thumb over her clit in time with his thrusts. “This okay?”

She gasped at the new sensation and her eyes closed as her back arched off the mattress. “More than okay,” she managed to say before a pleasured whimper escaped her lips. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised as he continued to move and touch her. He could feel her walls begin to flutter and knew that she was close, and he knew if she came, he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Where do you want me to come? I can pull out if you want.”

“N-no,” she moaned. “In me. You can come in me.” 

He let out a low groan at her words, his pace quickening ever so slightly. “You’re close,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Y-yes,” she replied. “I’m close.”

His chest rumbled in satisfaction. “Good. Come for me, tesoro.” A few seconds later, he felt her clench around her and her breath hitch as she came. She keened and her nails dug into his arm almost painfully. “That’s it, Ellie, come for me,” he praised. “Just let go.” He continued to thrust into her through her orgasm, and it wasn’t long after did his movements begin to falter and become erratic. He moaned and, with one final thrust, spilled into her. 

He stilled, panting, as he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. Her upper body was limp against the bed. Her fingers gripping his arm were loose and her other hand rested on the upper part of her stomach as her chest rose up and down. 

“Oh my god” she eventually said in breathy pants. “Copia…that was…I…” She seemed to struggle to find the words she wanted to say. 

Copia smiled and kissed her. “I know,” he said. “I know, tesoro.” He pressed gentle kisses to her cheeks, brow, and then lips before slowly pulling out of her. They both groaned softly at the separation. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Making his way to the door, he opened it and padded to the bathroom next door. He heard the mattress groan, and a few seconds later Ellie joined him. He grabbed a washcloth from the stack of linens off a shelf and ran it under warm water. After their clean up, they were back in bed under the covers. Ellie laid with her head on his chest and Copia held her close. 

“Thank you,” Ellie whispered. “I had an amazing time tonight.”

“I’m glad,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I hope we have many more nights like this.”

“We will,” Ellie softly said. “I know we will.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, and it wasn’t until Ellie’s hand stopped tracing patterns on his stomach did he notice she was asleep. Her breathing had evened out, and she had all but melted into his arms. He huffed out a soft laugh before kissing the top of her head. He closed his eyes, unable to believe he had the most amazing person in his arms and that she had allowed him into her bed and to see her so intimately. A short time later, he drifted off into sleep after her. 

[jessicafangirl]

Creatures of the Night

I got this inspiration of what would happen if Papa Copia decided to take his little ghoulians out for trick or treat on Halloween. It's fluffy wuffy goodness and I will take every opportunity to put Copia into a cape. So...there. Yes, I'm still working on my main Ghost fic, but this wouldn't stop poking at my brain. Enjoy a meet cute and cute ghoulies.

Halloween was always a special time of year for the Ministry. It started early of course because the spirit was in full swing.

Papa Emeritus IV loved this holiday as did all the previous Papa's, perhaps more than most. He was a dyed in the blood horror movie fan and seeing all the creature feature marathons, the ghouls and goblins up and down the city streets, and the excited faces of the siblings as they decorated always made him happy.

But what was one of his favorite parts of the holiday was being the chaperone for the youngsters of the church and the young ghoulians who were always excited to get outside without having to hide their faces. Their masks were the lack of them, and they were adorable with their tiny fangs and bright eyes.

Now as Papa he didn't know if he'd get to this part of the tradition as he had more work on his plate and a now famous visage in face paint across the world. But Copia had a plan...and he was Papa, wasn't he? He could make, what was it...an executive decision.

Though Sister wasn't thrilled with the idea (You're taking two of the grown ghouls with you Cardi!) Copia came up with a similar form of camouflage as the ghoulians...his lack of his mask would be his disguise.

Although he was rather proud of the fact so many of his fans and followers dolled themselves up in his paints during the holiday, he didn't want to risk being recognized. Not that he didn't love his fans etc. but it was about the kiddos, and he selfishly wanted to watch their fun first hand. So Copia dug into his closet and found his cape. He dressed in his tight (maybe more so that day) black dress pants, donned a black frilly shirt from the tour and went full on vampire with his makeup, adding a dramatic little line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth.   The design he created was one similar to his old Cardinal paints with a bit more bat involved.

"Blah!" he said to the vampire in the mirror...which wouldn't make him much of a vampire come to think of it, "Ehehhehe...this works". With the gloves his look was complete. He'd even added a bit of black to his hair, not that the grey and silver peppering wasn't sexy and distinguished in its own right. But the black added to the whole vampire mystique and his alter ego. And well...just his ego.

The night of trick or treating came.  Copia and his group of two adult ghouls, 3 young human children and 3 little ghoulians walked through the leaf covered streets of the small town outside of the Abbey.  It was a crisp night with Halloween decorations all around and the laughing voices of children and those who still felt like they were children in the air.  Woodsmoke from chimneys mixed with the breeze as twilight fell way to the full velvet of night.  Copia was, for lack of a better word, in his version of heaven. 

There was a small-town square area where vendors had set up kettle corn, apple cider, and apple cider doughnuts for sale.  The children, who had already filled their skull shaped buckets full of candy, were begging Copia for some of the food.  Copia was a soft touch if ever there was one, and even though one of the adult ghouls was shaking their head, Copia quickly gave each of his charges five dollars to go splurge.  He turned to the ghoul.  “I’m Papa, it’s my job to spoil them.”

Even though all the eyes of the chaperones were on the little trick or treaters, ghoulians were quick and notoriously curious about the human world.  As such, one of them got separated from the group.  The little girl ghoul was dressed like a gothic ballerina, a lacy black tutu and black crystal tiara in her hair.  Her skin was light grey, and her teeth were sharper than a normal little girls.  With her long black eyelashes she looked like a beautiful vampiric fairy. 

The little ghoul found her way over to another small group of human children.  Two adult women stood with the kids, one dressed like a pink princess and the other far more in the spirit of what the little ghoul was wearing.  Black lace, pale make up, and dangling bat earrings. 

It was the woman dressed in black lace that saw the little ghoul first, the telltale powdered sugar of doughnuts standing out on her black dress and tutu.  The little girl looked lost, her big dark eyes searching around and getting glossy with near tears. 

“Hey Valerie, I’ll catch up with you guys…I think this little girl is lost.”  She called to her friend who was the actual mom of half the kids, the rest school mates who had found them.

Valerie nodded her blonde head, nearly knocking her own tiara off.  “Oh, okay…hey call me if you need help Kris.” 

Kris gave her a thumbs up and walked over to the little ghoul.  “Hey kiddo…are you okay?”  She asked her. 

The little ghoulie chewed on her lower lip with her sharp teeth.  She didn’t know where Papa or the others were but maybe this sister could help her.  Concentrating she managed to whisper out “Lost…” 

Kris felt that tiny word right in her heart.  The poor kid.  “Okay, I’m going to help you find your folks, alright?” 

The little ghoul nodded.  The lady held out her hand and the little one placed her small grey fingers into it. 

“Did you go to the food trucks?”  She asked her, pointing to the sugar on the front of her clothes.  The ghoulian nodded. 

“Alright, lets start there.”  Kris headed in that direction, the little ghoul in tow who now felt a little better.

At that moment though, Papa Emeritus IV was feeling nowhere near better.  He and his ghouls had realized they were short one child and were frantic.  Copia knew Sister would have his hide quite literally if they couldn’t find the little one without some additional help.  He and the two adult ghouls split up, each taking a couple of the kids with them to ensure no others were missing in action.

After a search that went nowhere Copia and his charges returned back to the food area, only hoping that the ghouls would do better.  The little human and ghoul who were with him could tell their Papa was sad and they were worried about their friend too.  Each of them reached into their buckets and pulled out one of the best pieces of candy they could find and offered it to Copia with big eyes.  “Here Papa,” the little boy who was dressed as a skeleton said.  “Candy always makes me feel better.”

Copia gave his tiny tesoro’s a sad smile.  “Grazie but I will not take your candy.  You earned those dolci.  Your Pappa is not deserving of it.”

They both pouted at him, the little ghoulian in his knight costume looking at his skeleton companion and nearly starting to cry.  Copia wouldn’t be able to keep it together if both of these children started crying.  He’d end up crying too.  Some creature of the night he was.  Some Papa.  Before he could spiral into a full-on depression and an anxiety attack though a little voice cried out “Papa!”

Copia looked up and saw his missing charge running towards him dragging a lovely gothic vision behind her.  They could have been sisters or mother and daughter in their black lace finery.  Copia stood up just as the little gothic ballerina with the sharp teeth barreled into him and wrapped her arms around his leg.

“Piccola principessa!”  Copia exclaimed kneeling down and wrapping his arms around her.  “You gave us all such a fright.”  He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. 

“Sowwy Papa.”  She muttered, glancing at the ground with guilty eyes.

Copia released her from his hug but kept hold of her hand.  “It’s okay little one…just stay with me si?  It’s a pretty night with lots of things to look at and explore, but not alone.” 

The ballerina nodded and kept hold of his hand.  She leaned close and whispered softly “I wasn’t alone for long Papa…this sorella helped me.”  Copia stood up and met the smiling, painted pale face of the woman who had saved the night for him.  “Dolce signora…I cannot thank you enough.”  He said meeting the kind gaze that watched the reunion. 

Kris smiled.  “It was my pleasure, I’m glad to reunite her with her dad.” 

Copia’s eyes widened.  “Oh…no no….I’m…I’m not her father but I am her guardian.”  He cleared his throat a look of embarrassment crossing his face.  “I’m not doing a great job of it tonight.”

Kris looked confused for a moment after hearing the name Papa being called but didn’t push it.  “Don’t feel too bad.”  She told the handsome vampire.  “I had a group of kids I was helping with and it’s like herding cats who have all snorted ether.”  

Copia laughed at the image she’d just created, realizing it was every bit true.  “Well signoria...”

“Kris, nice to meet you.”  She held out a black nail polished hand for him to shake.

The Papa took the proffered hand and instead placed a kiss against her chilled knuckles.  “Copia Emeritus.”  He replied.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as she looked into his mismatched eyes.  It was quite the effect but somehow she didn’t think that was a contact lens causing him to have that pale eye.  “Well Mr. Emeritus…”

“Just Copia please.”  He told her and released her fingers. 

“Copia,” Kris gave him a smile, “Like I said, don’t beat yourself up too much.  It’s a relatively safe town, even on Halloween.”

The little ghoulian held his hand and Copia was still feeling the anxiety at thinking she was gone though it was slowly dropping.  “Si, I know it is but all the same…I truly thank you for bringing her back to me safely.”    The Papa paused for a moment.  This kind sorella had truly done him a service this night.  He felt an obligation as well as a desire to repay it.  “Kris…if you…well if you ever need assistance please don’t hesitate to ask.  You can find me at the Abbey there on the hill.”

Kris’s hazel eyes widened.  “Oh the mystery church?” 

Copia let out a nervous chuckle.  “Si, si…the mystery church.” 

“All the rumors about that place.”  She glanced up at the hillside where it stood like a gothic Hogwarts.  She looked back at the kind eyed vampire.  “I’ve heard some great music coming out of there though.”

He kept his face neutral as he asked “What…what rumors have you heard?”

She shook her head.  “Oh I don’t put that much stock in it.  I’ve seen some of the good things you all do, the food drives, the soup kitchens, the charity for battered women and children.  I mean…that’s what a church should be doing.  So again…don’t worry about repaying me finding your little ballerina here…you all do enough.”

Copia felt a warmth in his chest at that remark and even more determination to do something to repay her for what she’d done.  He felt a little tug on his hand and glanced down.  His ballerina gestured with her tiny fingers for him to come closer.  He knelt down and Kris watched as the little girl whispered something into her guardians ear and then placed something in his hand.  After whispering a reply he gracefully stood up.

“Well…I shall not let your service go without some reward and nor will my charge here.”  He glanced over at the ghoulian who let go of his hand but dutifully took hold of his cape.  He turned back to Kris and held out his hand “If you would please.” 

Kris raised a brow and with a small smile placed her hand in his.   Copia held her hand in his right and with his left placed a red plastic ring in the shape of a vampire bat on her finger.  “From we two creatures of the night to another, thank you dolce Kris.”  He quickly placed one more kiss on the ringed finger.

Kris beamed at him and his charge, who was smiling up at her too with sharp white teeth.  “You are quite welcome fellow dark dwellers.”  She said and gave a little curtsy. 

It was at that moment that the two other ghouls and their own charges came running up after seeing that Copia had their missing ballerina next to him.  The children in tow quickly surrounded the ballerina and started asking her where she’d been.

“Ah, the gangs all here.”  Copia said then glanced at her.  “I believe we should be heading back.  With all the candy and excitement we will be lucky to get them to sleep before dawn.”

Kris nodded “Yeah I think you’re in for a challenge.”  She was sad to see them go though.  The gallant vampire was interesting and quite the charmer.  “I should be finding my own gang.”

“Si, well…farewell principessa della notte.”  Copia said, rather reluctant to see her go.  “You will always have a safe place when you need it with us.”  His expression was serious as he told her this, wanting to make sure she knew the offer was real.

Kris stared into the mismatched eyes surrounded by the black design of a bat.  They nearly glowed in the light from the street lamps and hanging lanterns.  “Thank you…Count Copia.”  She gave him a smile.  “You keep your little devils safe.”

Copia’s eyes widened a little at the turn of phrase.  “Oh…I shall make sure of that.”  He replied, trying not to choke and hearing the full-grown ghouls behind him chuckle.

Kris gave them a wave and turned, heading back to where she expected to find her group.  Copia watched her leave, a wistful expression on his face.  He felt a tug on his cape and glanced down at his little ballerina with the big dark eyes.  “Si piccolo ballerina?”

“I like her.”  The ghoulian said in a sibilant whisper. 

Copia nodded, glancing back to see the woman in black lace turn a corner and disappear from his view.  “Si, so do I.”  He replied.

When Kris walked home from her trick or treating adventure after saying goodbye to the kids and Valerie she glanced down at the bat on her finger and smiled.  When she came to the door of her apartment she stopped and looked down in surprise, finding a skull-shaped Halloween bucket filled with the really nice candy and a single rose laying across it.  She picked up the rose and inhaled the scent and grinned again.  Creature of the night indeed. 

[snail-shell2335]

dracopia x my sister of sin oc, snail! (an excuse for me to draw myself with dracopia)

[dwarfelf]

Meet Sister of Sin Kate (me) in the Ghost universe!

I want to emphasize the fact that she belong to Papa Emeritus IV and because his colors are red and blue, in the appearance of Sister Kate these colors will always be

[bambisworlds]

bambi's worlds masterlist

this is where i let my imagination run wild... you're welcome tehe

Other Works:

Aemond Targaryen

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Alex Volkov (twisted love)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Andy Barber (defending jacob)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Azriel (a court of thorns and roses)

azriel x needy oc drabble

mirror sex with azriel

Poly!Bat Boys Fics (a court of thornes and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two, part three

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier (marvel cinematic universe)

the winter soldier's weakness

bucky and y/n have been free from Hydra for two years, trying to make a life of their own. but that becomes a struggle when bucky is framed for a bombing (3,036 word count)

Cassian (a court of thorns and roses)

no solo cassian fics yet, but i have some poly!bat boy fics higher up on my masterlist <3

Casteel Da'neer (from blood and ash)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Chris Evans

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Copia/Papa Emeritus IV (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Damon Salvatore (the vampire diaries)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Din Djarin (the mandalorian)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Drew Starkey

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

the freak and the new girl (eddie munson x y/n)

y/n is new to hawkins high this year and everyone she's dated has treated her terribly. she's convinced she'll never find a healthy relationship, until eddie munson changes everything.

part one, part two, part three

Geralt (the witcher)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Harry Styles

after show special (my first fic !)

harry can't wait to get you alone after his concert, so he takes you to his dressing room (harry x y/n).

Harwin Strong (house of the dragon)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Jim Hopper (stranger things)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Joel Miller (the last of us)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rafe Cameron (outer banks)

rafe drabble (rafe x oc)

hard and soft (rafe x oc)

rafe waited impatiently for bambi to get out of the shower after she rejected his request to join her. when she comes out of the bathroom completely nude, he takes matters into his own hands.

Rhaenyra Targaryen (house of the dragon)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rhysand (a court of thorns and roses)

no solo rhysand fics yet, but i have some poly!bat boys fics higher up on my masterlist<3

Rhys Larsen (twisted games)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rick Grimes (the walking dead)

reunited (rick x y/n)

rick thought he knew what true, unconditional romantic love felt like with lori. she was his first love, the mother of his child. but that was nothing close to what he felt with you. you had the ability to turn him into the most deranged man alive, someone unrecognizable and downright psychotic when it came to protecting you. you could also bring him to his knees and turn him into a puddle at your feet. he could be the softest, gentleness man to exist if you wanted him to be. you were his, and he was yours. simple as that. when he woke up in the hospital to find the world had ended there were only two things on his mind; carl and you. he needed to find you.

season 5 rick grimes smut drabble

living constantly on the move was stressful, making it hard for bambi to sleep most nights. so, rick helps his sweet girl fall asleep.

Simon "Ghost" Riley (call of duty)

bambi and her bodyguard (simon x oc)

simon "ghost" riley is bambi's bodyguard, he worships the ground she walks on, but fights his feelings for her. well, until he can't anymore. (simon x oc).

needy little girl (simon x oc)

simon is trying to focus on paperwork in his office on base, bambi is the ultimate distraction.

simon riley lactation kink drabble

Sodo/Dew Drop Ghoul (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Steve Rogers (marvel cinematic universe)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Terzo/Papa Emeritus III (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Wade Wilson (marvel cinematic universe)

cookies and clay (wade x little!oc)

[da-rulah]

Okay ghesties, please help me choose my next AU...

As some of you will know, I'm working on a Mary Goore AU that got away from me recently. It was meant to be two parts max, and right now, it's becoming longer than I thought...

BUT

I can't choose between two AU ideas I'm desperate to write after this one, so I need you guys to pick for me.

Below are the summaries for each of my ideas, with some warnings about the content in them. Both of them will be multiple chapters in length, longer than anything I've written to date. Read them carefully, and choose your favourite. Whichever wins, is the one I'll write first...

Folié a Deux – Cardinal Copia x OC Female Character (1st Person POVs) 

Rating: Extremely dark and explicit fiction, laced with trigger warnings incl. but not limited to: sex trafficking, sexual assault, coercion. 

The Ministry has many fingers in many pies... ‘The Ghost Project’ is simply not the only endeavour they focus on. Between fundraisers for the poor, advocating for minorities, vigilante justice and even legal representation, the Ministry is a busy and international organisation. 

One such project – The Rush Hour project – was new. A project that focussed on known sex trafficking rings, discovered on the dark web and through underground contacts. The aim was to infiltrate and free their captives, give them new lives and begin to heal the trauma forced upon them. 

On one particular night, Cardinal Copia is entrusted with infiltrating an auction, buying a woman the Italian mob is hoping to sell on. Except, he falls short... Too lost in the hauntingly empty eyes of the beauty before him, he is unable to focus, and thus, he loses his chance. 

But he had to have her. She will be his. 

By any means necessary. 

Can You Hear the Thunder? – Papa Emeritus IV (Copia) x OC Female Character (1st Person POVs) 

Rating: Explicit with horror elements incl. but not limited to: torture, violence, paranormal entities, religious trauma. (This is my own personal idea of how the lore could continue while we wait for any new updates...)

Papa Emeritus IV is plagued by dreams of a time long forgot, before his papacy; before any part of his Ministerial career. They are incoherent, patchy and make little sense to him. Still, he continues his work under the guidance of Sister Imperator, Mr. Sultarian and the Clergy.  

Now home from another highly successful world tour with The Ghost Project, Papa finds himself having his dreams more frequently. Night after night, they grow longer, fragments of memories flickering through his mind like a child’s flipbook until one night, the thunder comes... 

And then they find her, laying on the steps of the Ministry amongst the worst storm California had seen in a decade. 

A woman with nothing about her person except the ragged nightgown soaked and tattered in the storm, and a strange and deliberate carving on her back. 

[library-ghoulette]

day 4 // anal

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: Copia (Papa Emeritus IV) x Sister Beatrice (OC)

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 2411

Tags: third person POV, original female character, established relationship, Copia indulging his sugar daddy tendencies, birthday sex, sucking strap, rimming, fingering, pegging, masturbation, cum

Summary: Sister Beatrice receives a sexy birthday gift that proves to be as much fun for Copia as it is for her.

A/N: Okay, friends, it's my birthday today, and all I wanted was for my girl Beatrice to peg the absolute hell out of her boyfriend. (What do you know, it's her birthday, too!) This is part of my Ministry librarian series and takes place sometime in the future from the current My Path Serpentine timeline. No spoilers for any plot points other than the fact that they do eventually fuck... and perhaps in slightly kinkier ways than you might expect?

Read beneath the cut or on ao3!

Sister Beatrice bursts through the door of Copia's bedroom, leading him by the hand behind her. She's giggly and just ever-so-slightly drunk, and there's nothing she wants more right now than to flop down on her boyfriend's huge, cozy bed and pull him down on top of her for the perfect, filthy end to what has been a wonderful birthday so far.

But the bed is already occupied. A box, not insubstantial in size, sits right in the middle of the plush, black comforter, wrapped in silvery damask-print paper, rounded about by heather purple silk ribbon and topped in a full bow.

"What's this?"

Copia graces her with an indulgent smile. "I believe it's a birthday present, tesoro."

He has already spoiled her thoroughly, taking her out for an achingly delicious dinner at a tiny little restaurant she would never have dreamed of setting foot inside of in her old life, complete with a bottle of Bollinger La Côte aux Enfants that made her feel like stardust was running through her veins—and which she would have protested against, if she had known what it cost, and so he had wisely not let on, allowing himself the secret satisfaction of knowing how well he was pampering her.

And he has already given her a present: a complete set of a semi-obscure horror serial that she loves and has wanted to own for years, the original paperback printing with its delightfully creepy artwork of floating, disembodied eyes and flooded mansions, each volume in such pristine condition it is as though they have never even been cracked open.

"Another present?"

"SÌ.”

"What is it?"

He chuckles and runs his hand down her back, his touch light and affectionate. "Maybe you'd better open it and find out."

Beatrice sits on the bed, spreading out the full skirt of her dress before pulling the box into her lap. She loves presents—both giving and receiving them—and she has to resist her usual urge to tear into the parcel with abandon. She undoes the bow gingerly and sets the ribbon aside with care, making a mental note to save it—it could have other uses, perhaps even fun ones, she thinks.

But after she spends far too long trying to gently ease up the strips of tape without damaging the paper beneath, Copia loses his patience. "Bea, come on," he says, sitting beside her. "Just rip it open!"

She looks up at him with a grin both sheepish and mischievous and, now freed from her own self-restraint, she rips the paper with a sweep of her arm and a loud, satisfying tearing sound. She crumples the paper with relish and tosses it aside, revealing the plain black cardboard beneath. She runs her hands over the lid, admiring the smooth grain, and then flips it open eagerly.

When she folds back the purple tissue paper, she finds something that makes her breath catch—a concoction of black leather straps and gleaming nickel fastenings. She runs the pad of her index finger over the leather, admiring the smooth, buttery texture, before lifting the harness entirely from its nest of paper.

"Oh, Copia…" She sighs, admiring the graceful lines of the leather, the clever design in how they fasten together. "This is lovely."

Her genuine, awed gratitude has his heart swelling with pride. "I thought you might appreciate an upgrade."

"Very much!" Her old strap-on harness is fine. Serviceable. But it's just a cheap, mass-produced one that came out of a box from a local sex shop. Nothing like the work of functional art that she holds before her now. "Thank you so much."

She kisses him, lips soft and insistent, ready to continue the night, but he breaks away. "There should be something else in there."

She rummages through the tissue paper until she finds a rectangular drawstring bag made of silky black material. She opens it and pulls out blush-pink silicone dildo, admires the satisfying weight of it in her hand, the gentle curve and bulbous crown that she knows will hit all the right places.

"It's bigger than my other one," she observes. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

She shoots Copia a sly side-eye and grins as he stammers and blushes. As she kisses his cheek reassuringly, she remembers how flustered she used to be whenever she was in his presence. It's fun to have that effect on him now, from time to time.

"This is a wonderful present, Copia, really." And now she feels a flush creeping across her own face. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. "Can we use it tonight?"

When Copia returns to his bedroom—fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a fluffy towel riding low around his hips—he finds that Beatrice has wasted no time in setting the scene. The lights are dimmed and black candles lend the bedroom an atmosphere not unlike that of a chapel, reverent and heady, the bed an altar to offer himself upon.

She has stripped down to only her bra—midnight blue lace that matches her eyes and contrasts arrestingly against her pale skin—and her long, golden-blonde hair, which she wore down for dinner, is now pulled back from her face in a messy bun. She's standing in front of his full-length mirror, frowning at her reflection as she fiddles with the harness around her hips.

Hearing him come into the room, she turns to face him, and the motion swings her silicone cock around. They both laugh.

"Can you help me with this thing?" she asks through her giggles.

His nimble fingers set to work, tugging on the straps and tightening the small buckles. He turns her gently, evaluating the fit, but mostly admiring the way the leather flows around her ample hips and the curve of her bare ass.

In addition to the straps around her hips, the harness also boasts garters that buckle around her full thighs, and Copia sinks to his knees before her to adjust them. When he's finished, he runs his palms down her smooth legs and looks up at her face. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes. It's perfect."

"You're perfect." He takes her hips in both hands and presses a kiss to her belly that has her squirming, ticklish, before he drops down further and runs his tongue up the underside of the dildo and over the bobbing tip.

Beatrice watches, rapt with desire, as he slides his lips over the crown. She brings her hands up to cradle the back of his head, twining her fingers through his hair, and tenderly guides him as he slides her length into his mouth. She could swear that she feels every swirl of his tongue and every motion of his head as he sucks it, as clearly as if it were attached to her by more than just leather straps. It's hard to keep her hips still, to keep from fucking his face.

When he pulls back, maintaining eye contact and releasing her cock with a loud, wet pop, she moans. Her voice is rough when she orders, "On the bed. Face down. Now."

As he arranges himself—towel shed and a pillow tucked beneath his hips to provide a better angle for her—she rummages through the drawer of the bedside table, pushing aside silk rope and a magic wand and various other contraptions in favor of simple necessities: lube, nitrile gloves.

She tosses them onto the bed and then settles herself behind him, kneeling between his spread legs. She runs her hands over his lower back, his thighs, kneads the muscular cheeks of his ass.

"So fucking delicious," she murmurs. "I could just eat you." She can't resist leaning down and sinking her teeth into his right cheek, up near his hip, just hard enough to make him cry out softly in surprise. She soothes the faint mark of her teeth with a kiss. "Do you want me to eat you?"

"Y-yes."

She takes her time working her way across his skin, kissing and nipping, running her tongue along the creases where his ass meets the backs of his thighs. Her thoroughness is an exquisite torture for both of them, but she insists on slowness, knowing that the more care she invests, the more worked up he'll be, and the better it will be for both of them.

It's a relief when finally she spreads him open and licks a stripe from his taint straight up his center. He hisses in pleasure and spreads his legs wider. She obliges his eagerness for more contact, pressing the flat of her tongue to his opening, licking in slow, wide circles that build in depth and intensity. She revels in his responsiveness—the uninhibited noises he makes, the way his pelvis grinds against the pillow beneath him, the way he clenches and spasms against her tongue—letting her entire world contract to just what she is doing in this moment. Just his body, just the pleasure that she can give it, and the pleasure that she feels in that act of giving. No rush, nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. Only this.

When she senses that he's ready for more, she sits back, pulls a glove over her right hand, and flicks open the bottle of lube.

"This might be cold," she warns, before slicking her fingers and bringing them to his entrance. Again, she takes her time, stroking and massaging and adding lube until he feels ready for more. Still, she seeks the confirmation of an enthusiastic, nodding yes before she slides the tip of her middle finger inside.

He's tight and warm and whimpers gorgeously as she works her finger in and out, pressing a bit deeper with each stroke until she is in up to her knuckle. "You're doing so well," she praises. And, when she is able to slide in and out with ease, she asks, "Do you want another finger?"

His yes is dreamy and desperate, the way he always sounds when she's inside of him, and even without seeing his face, she can imagine his closed-eyed, blissed-out expression when she pulls out fully before pressing back in with middle and index together.

As she stretches him open, she slips her free hand down between her legs. Her cunt is dripping, clit swollen from the sight of him taking her fingers and from the thought of what she's going to do to him next. She runs her fingers idly through her folds, the friction little relief, only arousing her more. It's okay, though. She can be patient.

But perhaps the same can't be said for Copia. When she twists her wrist just so, brushing up against that spot inside of him that drives him wild, he begs her to fuck him.

"Are you sure?" It's half checking in, half teasing.

"If you don't," he gasps, "I think I'm going to die."

"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?"

She extracts her fingers slowly and slicks a generous amount of lube over the dildo protruding from between her legs, stroking up and down the length as she positions herself behind him. She rubs the head against his entrance before finding just the right angle and pressure to slip past the gentle resistance.

She holds perfectly still when she's seated fully inside him, waiting for his body to adjust to the fullness. She strips off the glove—turning it inside out and tossing it off into the shadows to be dealt with later—and runs her palms soothingly over his skin.

"Okay?" she asks.

"More than okay."

"Good." She grips his waist, bracing herself as she begins to move in and out in slow, shallow thrusts. "You're so fucking good…"

He tilts his hips up to meet her thrusts, giving her permission to build speed, to set a rhythm that fills the air with the sounds of their slapping skin and his exclamations of pleasure. Beatrice can feel sweat beading on her forehead as she fucks into him, and her arousal coating inner thighs, and the beginning of the satisfying soreness that will envelop her lower body come morning. It will be worth it, to have had him like this, the pain a reminder that will have her smiling and blushing all day.

Eventually, his moans become more frantic, his knuckles white as he twists the sheets, and he gasps out, "I— I don't know how much— cazzo— how much more I can take—"

Beatrice slows, pulls out. "Turn over for me?"

They resposition themselves so that Copia is on his back, gazing up at her with dazed eyes, pupils blown wide. She wastes no time in slicking more lube over her cock and reseating it inside him, finding her rhythm once again, rolling her hips against him as she holds his legs pressed open and back. His cock is so flushed and hard that it looks painful, weeping pre-come, bobbing helplessly with her every thrust.

"Touch yourself," she gasps. "I want to watch you come."

It's not going to take long, she knows, as he takes himself in hand with short, fast strokes focused toward the head. She tries to match his pace, and with each snap of her hips, the straps running between her legs rub against her clit, pushing her closer and closer to her own orgasm.

He comes with a shudder, and she follows close behind, both of them crying out as his release shoots across his belly and coats his hand. She waits until they've both begun to come down, then pulls out carefully and collapses on the mattress beside him. Both of them are wrecked, smeared with lube and sweat and cum, utterly exhausted and deeply, completely happy.

Copia looks over at her—all winded and flushed and smiley, so beautiful it makes his chest ache. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Did you have a good birthday?"

"The best. I couldn't possibly ask for anything more."

"Ah, I wouldn't say that, if I were you."

"What do you mean?" she asks, groaning internally. If he has any more surprises in store, they're going to have to wait. She feels like she can barely move.

"You haven't even had cake yet, amore."

This sets Beatrice off into a fit of breathless laughter, and it's a very long time before she can even speak to explain, to a confused Copia, just what she finds so funny.

[canarycolemine]

Vignettes of Paradise

Vignette III

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV x Original Female Character

Summary: Copia gazed up at his official portrait, how lonely it looks without his love. His love, however, is in quite the sour mood. Even if she doesn’t see it, his love for her is always visible.

Warning: slightly suggestive material

AO3 Link!

Copia had treasured watching the sunset from his luxurious office. A far cry from the cramped office from his Cardinal days. Designed to his humble preferences, with small luxuries - dark, oak wood and rich brown leather couches, chairs, and royal blue curtains, pillows and accents throughout the room. Over the beautiful dark fireplace, his portrait commanded the room.

He objected to his portrait being in his office, something about seeing himself constantly, watching over his actions felt like vanity and generally unnerving. However, the upper clergy reminded him that, indeed, vanity is a sin. In case he forgot what sort of church he was leading.

As he gazed at the portrait, he longed for the day when the painting came down and updated.

How beautiful the portrait would be once his Evie joined him. Could the artist capture the way the sun shined in her eyes - showing the complexities of her eyes? Would it catch the perpetual flush to her cheeks? Oh how he hoped they would.

One day, he would not be worried about his visage watching his work; his lover would watch over him.

Lost in thought at the portrait, Evie stormed into the room, immediately alerting Copia that something was wrong. How sweet she normally was, now utterly grumpy!

Her nose scrunched as she planted herself on Copia’s couch. Copia had learned better than to comment on how adorable she looked when she was mad. Still, though, her sour mood worried him.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asked, sitting next to her.

“Oh!! I’m so mad!” She started. “And no advice right now, I just need to be heard.”

“You have my word, tell Papa what’s wrong.”

“All day long! People have been staring at me! At the infirmary people would not look me in the eyes, but they wouldn’t stop staring at me! It was infuriating. And when I talked to Diana, she did it too.” She began, already raising her voice.

“I asked her, ‘what, do I have something on my face?’ And she was like, ‘nope, not at all, Evie.’ And then she laughed. I was just so busy, I had no time to think, but every time I spoke to someone or walked past someone, they would just stare at me. Then they would start giggling and someone said, ‘hey Evie, how’s old Papa doing?’ What does that have to do with my face!”

“Evie…” Copia began to interject.

“No, I’m not done.” She said, smiling only a flash, reassuring him that she was certainly not frustrated with the aforementioned Papa! “And I love you so very much, obviously, but I would hate to think that people think I get everything I want here just because we’re, you know, boyfriendgirlfriend.”

“Oh amore! That is not true!”

“How do I know that, I can’t ever tell what people are thinking. And why do they see my face and immediately think of you!”

“Perhaps, ah sorry, are you ready for the advice?” Copia hesistated.

“Maybe, but what could you say that would help me understand what people are thinking?”

“Eh, maybe I could show you?”

Copia grabbed her hand, hoisting her up, as they headed to their shared bedroom. Evie had a confused expression at the sudden change of scenery.

“Copia, why are we going over to the bedroom?” Evie became even more confused, convinced that fucking would not really help her mood.

“No more words, amore. Just follow me.”

He led her to the en-suite bathroom, guiding her, holding her hand.

Before they stepped much further into the bathroom, he paused, turning to her.

“I know why the siblings were staring at you all day. And it’s not because of your radiant beauty, although it stops me dead in my tracks. It is not because we are involved, and certainly, you are not given any advantages simply because of that. You work very hard, Evie, do not discredit yourself.”

A pout grew on her face, as her eyes began to well. He gently guided her into the room, turning her towards the mirror. Evie half expected a lesson in self-love. But as she began to take in her reflection, she saw the two of them. She was still dining her habit and veil, but she took in her face.

Her eyes immediately followed to her forehead.

“Oh.” She quietly said. Her expression changed suddenly.

Squarely on her forehead, a prominent black kiss mark was unmissable.

“Oh.” She repeated.

She recalled Copia kissing her forehead this morning; she was running late and left just as Copia was finishing his paints for the day.

Copia was sure that Evie would eventually wipe away the mark. But alas, here it remained, a half a day later. In pristine condition. She didn’t even notice it.

“Oh, I am not very smart, copia.”

“Ah, of course you are, my Evie! You have said it before, you have book smarts and maybe less of the street smarts.”

Evie giggled for the first time in hours.

“Perhaps when we make our clergy portrait, you can have a little kissy mark on your forehead, then, too, heh?”

“Oh you wouldn’t dare!” She teased back.

That evening, Copia ensured that she had plenty of matching kiss marks all over her body.

[ragequeen94]

DAUGHTERS OF MAN

Copia is faced with the fact that he is all out of siblings and hadn't made much of an effort to further the bloodline that has lead the Church for so long. Pulled between his duty, desire, and awkwardness... just because he is Papa doesn't mean he isn't in danger...

PapaCopiaxoc

Probably more warning along the way. Will eventually be on A03 when chapters are long enough. This is just the beta version. Gotta start somewhere.

MDNI

THIS GONNA GET MESSY.

Dead dove.

PART 1

No beta, no idea what I'm doing. We die like men.

Please... someone be weird with me about Ghost.

Copia had felt prepared when he had been made Papa. He knew he was in line, though he hadn't realized how close he actually had been until he was suddenly (and rather unceremoniously) bowing his head to Papa Nihil and was sworn in as Papa. Now the skin on his face seemed to be permanently stained from the black and white skull paint, his naked faced reflection a stranger when he looked in the mirror. The lines and freckles of his face he had once known were hard to recall... Papa was who he was now. And while he did get long breaks where he was able to regrasp who he was and remind himself of the man he had been before he felt as if the man he had been as cardinal copia... or even before that had been lost. Little pieces of him broken off and lost along the way.

It was a sacrifice he would make over and over again, but it still left an ache in his chest.

He only took orders from some very specific people now, those who heald no documented rank. Advisors in name, in action were more like puppeteers, trying to keep Copia on their strings, to dance to their songs. He followed the same crooked path as his brothers before him. Papa Emeritus iii memory as Papa still so fresh he would still come upon documents delivered to his name, remnants of the life he had been living in the same rooms Copia now occupied.

But he had made it further. He wasn't sure what he had done right, he just acted as he felt he should but what ever it was seemed to please the Clergy. He acknowledged his success was made easier because of his brothers. They had blazed a trail that he was able to walk un interrupted. He pitied the three who had come before him, Primo had had no one to aspire too besides their father, who hadn't been much of an inspiration in his years alive. Death had made him more of a father to Copia.

It was easy to forget when he was on stage. Easy to forget the dangerous world he commanded, easy to forget the darkness that was ever present. Easy to let himself be taken by the crowd and their screams, their praise. Perhaps that is what had cause the end of his brother's in the end. Secondo had been bitter at the end... broken and angry, and he had taken it out on the world. Copia had remembered when the Papalcy had passed from Secondo to Terzo... the seconds rage and heartbreak... but his relief. Now Copia wondered if he had been afraid for his younger brother... the older three had always been so close.

They had been raised together, had gone through school and life together, all while Copia sprinted to keep up. But his awkwardness and youth had set him apart. Always a rank too low, always a little bit too late, to far away...

The Ministry was filled with siblings. Accidental incest was a real issue amongst the lower level sisters and brothers. An accidental romp with someone in the same gene pool was a relatable mistake to be laughed off but not pursued. Luckily Copia had no sisters... that he knew of. Which had made the group of men formidable, the main idea being as long as they didn't fuck eachother there was enough to go around, but there had been... rumors. Copia shuddered at the concept of how many possible nieces and nephews he may be unknowingly passing in the halls. The anxiety of it all was enough to almost keep him away from women all together. His fathers genetic promiscuity haunting him every time he glanced at a attractive Sibling of Sin.

But there were... expectations of a Papa. New ones seemed to appear every day. Ones that he was sure he would have heard about from his brothers... so he was a little concerned why such things were being asked of him. Currently he heald a memo in his hands that to be honest was a little bit too poetic in it's speech for his comfort...

Papa Emeritus IV,

     Long has the bloodline of our dark father and lord been unbroken, strong are the hands of the king below that guides us. Strong must the bloodline continue. Seed must be planted and sewn, be fruitful in the honor of our monstrous king. The blood of the womb beckons, it must be obeyed, as are the wished of the one below.

 

It wasn't signed. Which ment it was from someone who he had in no interest in meeting. He had accepted the letter from a ghoul who had smelled like rotten meat and looked even less delectable. He had no desire to investigate further. He knew what was being demanded of him. The clergy were growing nervous with his lack of progeny... demands were being made not for the first time for him to sire children. Torn between his duty and desire to be a better father... which would require much work on his part... tore him in two.

And unfortunately it wasn't as simple as just getting a woman pregnant. That he was sure he would do if he ever tried... he would be wed to her in black mass until their line had been secured.

And there was a lot of politics in the Ministry. Different sects scrambled to climb the ladder, to offer their most fruitful of vessels to him and hope it secured them favor with the Vicar of Lucifer.

Copia had been the Vicar of Lucifer for years now and had yet to take confession from the guy so he wasn't sure what he would do about getting others in the dark ones good graces, but he'd let them try. The lower sects always had better luck communing with the lower level hierarchy of hell. Any normal day of the week you would walk past one of the various dark ones court. For fucks sake The Whore of Babylon, aka the false prophet aka Babs had her own room in the dungeons.

Before he had been moved up higher in the ranks, when he had been a young man he had always belonged to the line of the true Satan, Lucifer. The same sect his father and father before that had belonged to too, but his mother had come from a small group in their church that sanctified Death himself. They were a gloomy and rather boring lot, Copia wasn't a fan of their lack of enthusiasm.

He was to meet later with some of the ministry to discuss his prospects and requirements for the future of the church. He fought to keep this one event from consuming all aspects of his life. He had more impending things to deal with than just look for a place to put his cock cause Lucifer wanted him too.

He had a pile of books that were unread. He hadn't touched his NES in the last month and he needed the calm it brought him. He wanted to learn how to make gnocchi from scratch... maybe start making taxidermy insects....

Lots of important tasks.

Papa Emeritus the Fourth took a deep breath and took a look around the room he was in, his office. He made sure no soul or ghoul was hiding in the shadows before he let out a shuddering sob.

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"Good afternoon Papa!"

"Hello Papa!"

"You look handsome Papa."

"Your ass looks good in those pants, Papa."

"Good day, nice weather, Papa."

Copia walked down the halls, his lifted loafers clicking on the stone flooring of the monastery. The sun shone much too brightly through the windows on his right, it made him squint, no doubt making him look serious and powerful. It made him feel nauseous. He really wanted to go to dinner, but that wasn't for a few hours yet... his mind wondered to the possible meal choices for the night in the church kitchens and if he would want to send a ghoul to pick up something from the Italian place down the road...

He got to the meeting room door too quickly. He had just heard a tune being hummed by a sister walking by, and wanted to ask her where it had come from, maybe he could use it for a song. He tried to commit it to memory.

Bum budum bumbumbun dunnnn

Or was is bum dun dudududnnn bum.... shit.

He turned to call after the sister at the same time the door opened and Soltarian stood in the doorway.

"You are late." The grumpy man cocked a brow at the Anti pope.

Copia jumped a little, wincing and grinning like a guilty dog. He gave a little wave, even though he was 2 feet away from the man, he peered around him to see who else was seated at the table. "Hello..."

"Hello Papa." The room replied. Copia slipped past Saltarian and into the room, headed to his overly ostentatious chair. He liked the drama... but sometimes he just wanted to sit. Everything he dropped his ass on didn't have to be a historical and culturally significant throne.

"Papa, welcome." One of the mother superiors chirped, she had a red veil over her face that obscured her eyes, heavy black make up covered her lips and neck. He knew a Daughter of Man when he saw one...

If she was here he knew he wasn't going to escape the conversation of succession. Apparently he was about to get The Talk in probably the worst way.

The ghost of his father appeared, he strolled over to the table and stood near where Sister Imperator sat at the foot of the table, opposite Copia at the head. Copia knew not to acknowledge the spector... few could actually see him.

"C, we have something we need to discuss." Imperator always addressed him with the childish nickname, he was shocked she didn't still call him "Little Cardi". She had been fond of the taught. She had only said if affectionately in her own way, but his brothers had used it to remind him of his low rank. Terzo had been the worst. Copia would stand on his tip toes and look around, looking over his shorter brothers head and call out 'Who is there? I can't see you?'

Terzo would usually punch him in the balls. But it was worth it.

"I read the summons, Imperator." Copias leg was shaking under the table. "I'm too take a bride. I agreed long ago..." He looked around the table at the faces as they frowned.

"Not... quite. Your eminence." A different woman spoke, Copia could see she wore a signifying patch on her habit but she sat to far away for his old eyes to make it out. She worshipped in the house of Mammon perhaps? "There has been much discussion at the concern of a single bloodline..."

"You are one of four brothers, Papa, it is significant. Strength with numbers." The Mother Superior of the Daughters of Man spoke. Satanas he wondered if there was a shorter name for her...

"C, it had been decided that while you will still be wed in the traditional way to a sister of one of the sects, as has been done for millenia, too secure the bloodline for the next generation of Papas. You will be tasked to sire multiple ofspring from other worthy sisters. The progeny to be raised in honor of our lord. It is the hope that through this system we will achieve greatness outside the walls. Bred not to rule the church you understand." Imperator smiled. She looked so pleased with her self. Copia frowned. Not really predicting that this meeting would be about him fathering the next president of the United states. But that seemed to be what they were planning.

"This is a far step from tradition."

"Tradition had failed to bring us success. The Ghost Project had done more for the dark lord than building any church or after school program. It is time we build on this concept, Papa. It is the will of the one below."

Copia snorted. Would be nice of 'the one below' spoke to him for once. It was kinda the whole point of him. Wasn't he meant to be the voice of the dark lord on earth?

"I don't see why he's complaining. It seems like a good idea! My idea!" The ghost of Nihil complained crossing his arms over his chest. "He is my son, he should have no problem siring children. I did it just fine."

Imperators eye twitched, but she didn't acknowledge the spector. Copia glares at Nihil. Wishing he could kick him in the crusty ball sack that had shot him into his mother. Copias conception was the only thing Nihil had done that Copia agreed with.

Imperator waved her hands to the other people at the table. "C, these are the people who are going to guide you on your journey. Steps have been take to ensure the strongest of blood lines, you will have your choice of bride, it has been too long since a Prime Mover has walked these halls. The position of Papa always takes to so much... attention from its keeper."

Copia didn't miss that his mother was accusing him and everyone before him to hold the name of Papa of being a slut. She guessed she was kind of right... but Copia was not. Not that there was anything wrong with it... he just hadn't quite gotten around to it. Or figuring out the basics of how to get passed introduction. He was a socially awkward man, and rarely kept his feet still on the ground when he wasn't in a rehearsed and controlled environment.

Copia was still a virgin.

In a church of the sexually deviant and open.

They were talking about the ceremony of Lupercalia... about all of the other ceremonies. Copia didn't really have the emotional energy for ceremonies. They were boring.

"Papa..." One of the women at the table spoke, she was definitely a mother of the sect of Mammon. "We have been chosen as the sects with the best prospects for procreation. All are willing and fertile, it our great honor to present them to you. In the ceremony,  Sexus ausque ad Mortem, we hope they will your recieve your holy seed pleasurably."

Copia flinched. A little weirded out that his cock was starting to twitch. He couldn't help it... there was a lot of talk about sex right now. He was thinking about it. I mean... it was weird sex talk and his mom and dad were looking at him. But he was an adult man in his prime! They should be proud he could even get it up!

A black folder was handed to him. He didn't open it. "These are the women that have been chosen. Six sects in total. They have been physically vetted and confirmed fertile and open for breeding. They will make good sons and daughters." One of the men at the table spoke up, he wore a the collar of a Padre, head of the sect of Abbadon.

The Mother Superior of the Daughters of Man spoke up, she was the seventh person at the table he didn't know. It would be she that controlled the reproductive ceremonies... that was what the Daughters of Man did. Copia was nervous around the members of the little sex cult... you never could tell which was normal sister and which was an actual succubus. Copia didn't want his soul ripped out through his cock... no thank you. Terzo might have... even Secondo... but Copia didn't want to have to make the trip to hell to get it back just for an orgasm. No thank you.

Copia fiddled with the paper file. He wants to look, he was curious... but now wasn't the time.

"Are there rules about who I choose as Prime Mover?" He questioned the table. It was appropriate, this was all new.

"That will be up to your will Papa. You will have to pick sooner rather than later, the others will need a leader."

Copia didn't like this one bit. He didn't want to... he didn't want to get six different women he didn't know pregnant. He didn't want children raised by the church to become ambassadors and senators... he didn't want to marry a women he didn't know... he didn't want to do any of it. Suddenly he was on his feet. He didn't even know he was standing, he was glad of his papal robes, they hid his rock hard cock that had him so flustered. He gripped the folder tightly.

"My thanks to you. My congregation and your dedication to our lord below and the future generations of our faith... ", Copia was used to bullshiting these kind of mini speeches at this point. He could write a sermon about french toast if he wanted to and know one would think it weird, "you have brought me much to pray on. I will consult with our dark father. Ut Supra."

The other scrambled to stand with him, chanting in reply. "Sic Infra."

Copia didn't even see what they did next. He ran from the room, in a panic. He took the halls in long strides, panting by the time he got back to his private room. He threw the black folder onto his desk and tore open the mini wine fridge. He pulled open the red he had enjoyed the night before and ripped the cork out with his teeth, drinking straight from the neck. It was cold and sweet, it made his nose tingle a little. It was not how one should enjoy a good wine but he didn't care. He had more. Lots more. He took another swig and put the bottle down on the counter top of the en suite kitchenette. He needed to get out of these robes. They were suffocating him.

He was naked by the time he got to his bedroom. The lavish silks and satin left in a trail behind him. He dug around in his closet for something comfortable and non religious. But his aggravated cock kept getting in the way. It bounced around and hit his thigh, he smacked it on a open drawer at one point when he was trying to fine some slippers. He was over whelmed. Copia groaned in defeat. Tugging on a pair of gray sweats and dirty socks he peaked into the living area, the black folder sitting still on the desk next to the sweating bottle of wine. He waddled over to the folder... like it might turn wild and bite him. He was vulnerable right now. The dripping head of his cock poking out of the band of his pants.

He gripped the wine bottle by the neck and took another drink as he stared at the folder. He flipped open the top with one finger and then physically jumped back, hiding behind his desk throne. He muttered to himself, feeling stupid. It was just a profile folder...

"Figlio di puttana..." Copia cursed, slipping into his native language. The folder wasn't filled with informative profiles... it was porn. There wasn't a better word for it. He collapsed into the desk throne. There was actually information written down about the women. Which sect they belonged too, their achievements, age, zodiacs... body measurements. He wasn't a fan of that.

But the printed images were too much

He didn't know what was wrong with a simple selfie or tasteful photo, these women were all in various states of the throws of passion. Or at least they appeared to be...

He picked up the top bundle of images. A black haired woman with a thin figure and brown eyes. She had a tattoo of a dolphin jumping over an island on her hip bone. She looked annoyed but the photo, even though she was rude, groping her own breast, her hand hidden between her legs from the angle of the photo but her public hair had been totally shaved. Her legs were long and thin. Copia thought she had a beautiful mouth.

Her name was Sister Cimeterium, or Molly, she was a cancer and like vactions in sunny places and pop music. She was taller than him. She belonged to the Domus Mortis, the same sect as his mother had come from.

Copia groaned. This was going to be impossible. Six women, these were all... people. Real people with lives and interests and... he didn't want to be in this position.

He was sure they had agreed to be involved in this scheme. He worried they felt they had no choice. This was not how his church was to be run. This was not how he lead his people, This was not how he honored his Dark Savior.

As he grabbed his aching cock he swore to know each woman as a person and if they refused him he would protect their choice.

His fist squeezed the head of his weeping cock. He spread out the photos. His hand pausing.

Sister Ira et Furorem. That was a bit redundant. Born Beatrice. An Aries who likes loud music, red meat, and horror movies. Her hair was almost white but looked dyed, her body thick and soft looking, wide birthing hips and a huge ass. Her eyes were green. She looked angry, like she wanted to eat the person taking the photo whole. She wore the tradional ritual paint of a worshiper of Azazel, and like any other brother or sister under the scapegoat she was highly tattooed and burdened with jewelry.

Copia focused on her, her striking image almost built for his tastes. He wonders if it was intentional...

His hand slowly stroked up and down his cock. Squeezing out drops of cum onto the floor, the porous floor soaking it up. He gasped and groaned, looking at the heavy breasts of the Sister. Imagining their weight in his mouth, his toes curled. He would smear her make up, with tears and cum. She would drool and gag on his cock, cum mixing with saliva. She'd choke, until it it came out her nose. Maybe he'd fuck that fat ass of hers, grab her hair and yank her backwards... he'd have her tied to his bed. Bound and blind folded. He'd whip her pussy until it dripped on the sheets, he'd spread her open... choke her... squeeze her throat until she gasped, her tongue purple... maybe he'd cum on her tits... maybe he'd eat his own cum out of her pussy... he'd fuck her until she screamed and tried to get away. But he'd have his ghouls hold her down as he fucked her from behind. Holding her tattooed arms behind her back...

His mind got darker and darker. Lust always clouded his mind. It went to broken sick places. Desires he was disgusted by in his post nut clarity. But right now he wanted to watch the Sister hump his cock with her panties still on. Lick his cum off the floor. Stuff her full of toys in all shapes and sizes... he wanted to make her bleed and then lick it up with his tongue. Maybe he'd lock her in a cage with a minotaur... she would reach for him, begging for mercy as the beast took her, he'd offer his cock for her mouth to suck on...

He ejaculated so violently his knees hit the underside of his desk. He jolted forward and pulled something in lower back. Copia froze, scared to move as his head cleared.

What the fuck.... where had that even come from.

He had no idea how to summon a minotaur.

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[ghostchems]

burn with me - chapter 12: flight is on ao3!

only two more chapters to go :')

a quick note: i have made my ao3 account private bc of all that ai nonsense

[luciferscowgirl]

— my masterlist —

My most recent/ongoing work:

Never to Return - Catholic virgin fem OC x Cardinal Copia (finished, chapters 60/60) SMUT INCLUDED

Andiamo a Roma! - (chapters 3/?) Copia shows Alice how beautiful his home is. Apart from exploring all the different sights there, Alice explores her bratty side and gets paid for it.

(If you want to be included in a tag list concerning this ongoing series, hmu!)

My most recent one shot: here

My most recent Ghostober 2024 drabble: here 🔞

My series:

Never to Return - stories of Alice and Cardinal Copia - a collection of side stories within the Never to Return universe

Never to Return (chapter 1-60) 🔞

The day after - (chapter 1/1) Copia and Alice aren’t quite sated yet 🔞

All Hallow’s Shenanigans - (chapters 4/4) It’s Halloween! And Alice and Copia celebrate the high life over there at the Ministry… 🔞

Andiamo a Roma! - (chapters 3/?) Copia shows Alice how beautiful his home is. Apart from exploring all the different sights there, Alice explores her bratty side and gets paid for it. 🔞

Dom Cardinal Copia:

In the name of Distraction - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he is a brat tamer in this.)

La piccola morte - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he helps you deal with a bad dream in his own ways.)

You and Me and the Devil makes Three - 2nd person fem POV x fem oc x Cardinal Copia (he likes to watch you watch him. A threesome.)

“This might’ve been a little bit too much” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is not amused and he’s going to punish you for it.)

“Mangiamo!” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a bit switchy in this, but that’s your fault.)

One Morning with Cardinal Copia - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a soft dom in this, and he woke up horny.)

Lay all your Love on me - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (flash fic. He’s a soft dom and makes sure to kiss you properly before he goes all the way)

Morning Indulgence - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (a lovely somno fic. You wake up needy for the Cardinal. Soon, the two of you are busy waking each other up.)

Showtime - 2nd person fem POV x Papa/Cardinal Copia (established relationship. Copia is a lil jealous and wants to show you who you belong to. He also likes boxing, as it seems.)

One out of Three - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia x Special Ghoul (established relationship with Cardinal Copia. You two are getting a little freaky with a Ghoul. Copia takes the reins in this little adventure of yours. It’s also very gay in a way.)

Your Infernal Majesty - 3rd person fem x Cardinal Copia/Dracopia (CW/TW: NonCon stuff! | Year 1350. A young, untouched woman follows the mysterious Cardinal back to his mansion out of sheer curiosity, and what happens is something she is not going to remember.)

The Wedding - 2nd person fem x Cardinal Copia (TW/CW: mentions of alcohol consumption. | Basically the two of you attend a wedding and get freaky in public. Established relationship. Copia talks dirty. He teases. He edges. He’s a sexy asshole in this one.)

Little Miss Innocent - 1st person fem pov x Cardinal Copia (oc is super bratty. Kind of a rage fuck. Copia is upset and makes her pay for it.)

Play The Way You Feel It - 2nd person fem pov x Cardinal Copia (CW/TW: dubious consent! | Copia is plagued by some dreams he’s been having. His fleshlight isn’t enough to mend the yearning…)

Sub Cardinal Copia:

An ice-capped Fire - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is a whiny, pleading little whore in this short one shot.)

Divine you feel my Thrust - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s whiny again. And also, you indulge in some nice butt stuff.)

In return, you gave them Hell - Copia‘s POV x 3rd person female OC (power struggle. It contains some pole dancing. And restraints.)

Papa Emeritus IV:

For a Minute - 2nd Person female POV x Papa Emeritus IV (let’s find out what happens on that couch during Miasma, huh? Disclaimer: possible ghovie spoiler)

Ficlets:

Letters from the Cardinal - Cardinal Copia POV x 2nd person gen. (Copia writes you a letter while he’s away on tour. Please be so kind and open it, he’s yearning and needs you to read it.) M-Rated.

Ghostober 2024 by Hysteric_Muse - little one shots that follow Muse’s prompts all throughout October! You’ll find various SFW and NSFW drabbles in there.

Fics with more than one chapter:

If I could turn back the Time… - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (my first fic ever. Never intended to write more than one part. I add to them whenever I see fit. // Reader basically meets her old flame after ten years of not having been able to see him.)

Until you’re Mine - 2nd person fem POV x Dracopia ! (Reader goes on an adventure to meet the Cun-, the Count and it’s oddly Bram Stoker’s Dracula coded.)

Never to Return - 3rd person catholic virgin OC POV x Cardinal Copia (Alice is a catholic woman who lives a pious life, well, does she really? Because one errant night, she meets a mysterious, satanic man who’s gonna help her with exploring new shores…)

The Wedding - 2nd person female POV x Cardinal Copia (The Cardinal and you are invited to your cousin’s wedding. Copia didn’t want to go, but after a little negotiation you managed to bring him with you. You didn’t think he’d actually do what he wanted to do, though…)

My Wattpad account:

I’m slowly but surely transferring all my fics from Wattpad to AO3 so there might still me some which I haven’t uploaded on AO3 yet, like this one for example.

Copia is quite the violent dom in there.

Thank you all for reading my silly little stories! 💓💓💓

Here’s a photo of the man I am definitely not obsessed with 🤥:

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And We Are Tied As One Eternally-XII

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: none for this chapter Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x OFC Additional Tags: soft!dom Copia, eventual smut, developing relationship, kind of a slow burn, no beta reader Chapter Word Count: 2370 Summary: Ellie Moran just wanted to make a new life for herself. Running to escape the people in her past, she ends up in a small town in the middle of nowhere that happens to be home to a Satanic church. She never expected her life to change again after she started attending the public masses at said church. Ao3 || Masterlist Chapters: 12/? Previous Chapters Tag list: @sodoswitchimage Fic Divider by gothdaddyissues

Copia sat with Ellie, answering questions for the next couple of hours. They talked and ate pizza while Ellie expressed her frustrations over not understanding anything she had just seen. He understood. Despite having grown up in the church and around infernal magick and demons, there was still a lot he didn’t understand himself. 

“I should go to bed,” Ellie said, looking at her phone and seeing how late it was getting. “I…” She looked up at Copia. “Can…can you stay? I don’t want to be alone.” 

He felt his heart flutter at her question. “Of course,” he said. “If that’s what you want and will make you feel comfortable, then I will stay.”

“Thank you,” she said, sounding relieved. He watched as a pretty blush crept up on her cheeks. “I guess you can stay in my bed,” she said. “The couch isn’t very comfortable to sleep on…”

“Only if you are comfortable with that,” Copia said. He wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her, but he wouldn’t do it unless that’s what she wanted. He didn’t want to push any boundaries with her and ruin the relationship they were building. 

“We’re both adults, and I trust you,” Ellie said. “I’m just sorry I don’t have a toothbrush for you, but you can use some of my mouthwash if you want.”

A few minutes later Copia was looking around her bedroom as Ellie was finishing her nightly routine in the bathroom. There was a lack of anything on the walls and Copia realized it was because Ellie didn’t want to make the place feel like home if she was going to have to move again. A lot of her furniture was old and he wondered if she rented the apartment already furnished. He couldn’t see Ellie lugging all these pieces of the stairs by herself even if she bought them all secondhand. He moved to her dresser where she had a picture of a man that looked like her in a military uniform. Copia knew that was her father. Next to the frame was an assortment of crystals along with the necklace she wore all the time.

“You mentioned you believed crystals could protect you,” Copia said when Ellie came into the room. He turned to look at her and found himself breathless. She was in long, loose-fitting, blue pajama pants and a black t-shirt that seemed to cling to every curve of her body. She was stunning.

“Oh, yeah, I guess,” Ellie said. “A few years ago I got really into occult stuff—crystals, tarot cards, stuff like that. I always liked the idea that crystals have energies and properties that could be used for healing for protection. I picked some up from a little shop and the lady who ran it gave me this black tourmaline necklace. She said it would help ward off negative energies. I felt like I needed it so I wear it every day. For the most part, it’s done me well I suppose. Well, until recent events.” Ellie shrugged. “But that’s not the fault of a crystal. I guess…I guess this was always meant to happen the way it did.” She shrugged. “What do you think? Do you think they hold power?”

“I do,” Copia said. “We use crystals and herbs in a lot of rituals. Witchcraft and the occult are welcomed practices in our faith. They often go hand-in-hand with one another.” He watched as she pulled back the blankets on her bed and got in. “I’m going to use you bathroom and then I’ll be right back.”

Ellie nodded and he left the room for the little bathroom next door. He closed the door behind him and let out the breath he had been holding since the moment he got the call from the ghouls. When they told him that Ethan had gotten into her apartment and had her, Copia thought everything was over before it started—that he wasted what precious little time he had with her and that she had slipped from his fingers. He reminded himself to breathe.

He hadn’t lost her. She was safe, unharmed, and more importantly, free of the man who made her life a nightmare. Ellie was free to live and thrive and he wanted nothing more than for her to do those things. 

Copia splashed some water onto his face, removing as much of the black paint around his eyes and on his upper lip as he could. He took a swig of the mouthwash Ellie offered and rinsed his mouth before returning to her bedroom. She was already in bed, sitting up against her pillows on one side with the cover pulled up to her waist. 

“Thanks for staying,” Ellie said as Copia toed off his shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight if I am alone.”

“You had quite the day,” he said. “I’m happy to help, even if it’s just to be here so you can sleep.”

She smiled and he felt his heart, which was already racing from anxiety, begin to race for another reason. To see her sitting there warm in her bed and safe made every single panic-inducing thought all worth it in the end.

“You gonna sit on the edge like that all night?” Ellie asked. There was amusement in her stormy eyes and he felt his cheeks warm.

“Eh, no,” he said, pushing himself deeper into the bed, lifting his feet off the floor, and sitting against the headboard.

Ellie laughed as she slipped under the covers and laid her head on her pillow. She was on her side, facing him and Copia knew he wanted to end every day like this—them in bed together just talking until they went to sleep. 

“I have an alarm on my phone set for eight,” she said. “I have to go to work tomorrow.”

“I can’t tell you what to do, but I think you should call off and take the day to process everything,” he suggested as he pulled the blankets over his legs. 

“I can’t,” Ellie sighed. “I need the money, and I don’t need my boss giving me a hard time about calling off.”

“Very well, but promise you will try to take it easy?”

“I promise,” she yawned. “I’m going to try to sleep now. Good night, Copia.”

“Good night, tesoro,” he said.

“Hmmm you still haven’t told me what those names mean,” she said, her eyes closed, one hand under her pillow and the other holding her part of the blankets to her chin, creating a mock cocoon for herself.

Fucking adorable, he thought.

“I’ll tell you. Maybe tomorrow though. Get some sleep.” He hoped he didn’t look like a psycho as he watched sleep claim her and her breathing became deep and even. When a strand of her dark blonde hair fell over her eyes, he gingerly swept it back without causing her to stir. 

After another minute he slid down into the bed and laid on his back, listening to her breathing next to him. It all felt right, as though this was how his life was supposed to be.

But he knew it wasn’t…not yet anyway…

Ellie woke when a strip of sunlight peeked through the one broken blade of her blinds and shined right into her eye. She clenched her eyes hard, trying to fight the urge to wake. She knew her alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but she didn’t want to get up yet. She was so comfy with her blanket wrapped around her, the heavyweight against her back, and the arm draped over her stomach.

Her eyes popped open at that.

She was still as she felt the body spooning her while her mind searched for an explanation. Copia, she thought. It’s just Copia. I asked him to stay and he did and now he’s spooning me. She knew he probably didn’t mean to and that he did it unconsciously, but she didn’t want to embarrass him if he woke up and they were still in that position.

No matter how comfortable Ellie felt or how right it all felt. 

She felt so cared for and safe, and she didn’t want to leave. If she had it her way they’d stay like that until the end of time. But her logic told her she needed to get up before he woke up, so she very carefully slipped out from his hold, grabbed her phone, and padded her way to the bathroom. A couple minutes later she emerged and began to boil some water for some tea. She was glad she had two mugs and hoped Copia liked tea. 

At eight she let her alarm go off before silencing it and taking the boiling kettle off the heat. She poured the water over the teabags in each mug and added sugar and milk to her own before going into her bedroom.

Copia had rolled over onto his stomach since she left the bed. His arm was draped over her pillow and Ellie didn’t want to wake him. She knew she had to though. He was probably busy and she had to work in an hour. She came up to his side of the bed and gently shook his shoulder.

“Copia,” she said softly. “It’s eight.” 

He groaned. “Okay, okay,” he muttered as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes and blinked, as though he didn’t remember where he was at first. He looked around and then his eyes landed on her. “Buongiorno.”

“Morning,” Ellie responded. “I have tea if you want some. No coffee though, sorry.”

“Tea is great,” Copia said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I prefer tea over coffee in the morning anyway.” 

“Sleep well?” Ellie asked, curious to know if he remembered holding her. 

“Si, I did. Very well actually. How about you?”

“I think that might have been the best night of sleep I’ve ever had,” Ellie admitted as she led the way into the kitchen after Copia got his shoes on. “I didn’t put any sugar or milk in your tea. I didn’t know how you liked it.”

“A little bit of sugar and a little bit of milk,” he said pinching his fingers. Ellie watched as he prepared his tea and made note of the ratios he used. “The best night of sleep you ever had, huh?”

“Yeah,” Ellie said. “Because…because I didn’t have to worry for the first time in years.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t totally the truth. She knew it was because he was there and he was holding her. 

“Ah, yes that is a nice feeling isn’t it?” He said before sipping his tea. “What are you going to do with your newfound freedom?”

“Finally live my life,” Ellie smiled. “I’m going to stay here and work on making this place a home.” 

Copia beamed. “Good.” 

After her tea was finished, Ellie excused herself to get ready for work. Once she was dressed she found Copia washing her mugs. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said.

“It’s alright,” Copia said. “I want to help.” He tried his hands with a paper towel and turned to her, looking her up and down. Ellie didn’t think she looked particularly special. She was just in jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. “Do you mind if I walk you to work?”

“I don’t mind,” Ellie said. 

They were standing outside of the bookstore fifteen minutes later. Ellie already knew it was going to be a bad day when she saw Charles arguing with one of her coworkers through the window. The man was red in the face and she could have sworn she saw spittle flying from his mouth as he silently yelled at the part-time shop assistant. 

“I better get in there,” Ellie said. “Poor Ryan looks like he’s about to wet himself.”

Copia looked at the scene through the window and hummed in response.

As though he could sense eyes on him, Charles looked up and saw Ellie and Copia standing outside. He then marched over to the door and flung it open. “You’re late,” he snapped at Ellie.

“No, I’m not,” Ellie said. “I’m three minutes early.”

“Just get in here. We had a huge shipment come in yesterday and it needs to be put out on the floor,” he said before looking at Copia. Charles looked him up and down and sneered before looking back to Ellie. “This devil worshipper bothering you?” He asked before looking back to Copia. “We don’t allow soliciting here, buddy.”

“I’m not your buddy,” Copia said, eyes growing dark. “And I’m not soliciting. I was walking Ellie to work.”

Charles looked back to Ellie for confirmation. “You know this guy?”

“Yes,” Ellie said and she could already hear the insults Charles was ready to throw. “Copia is my friend and he was walking me to work.”

Charles looked back at Copia and glared before retreating into the shop. Ellie sighed. Today was not going to be a good day.

“Are you going to be okay?” Copia asked her.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Charles is just a bully and a bigot. Nothing I can’t handle,” Ellie said.

“Well, if you need anything, please let me know,” Copia said taking her hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before releasing it. “I’ll see you soon?”

Ellie smiled and felt the pink seep into her face. “Yes. Gemma invited me to hang out after work tomorrow, so I’ll be up there then.”

“Wonderful,” he said before looking back at the window where Charles was yelling at the young assistant again. “Call me when you get off. I want to make sure that….man didn’t ruin your day.”

“I will. I’ll see you later,” Ellie said with a smile before going into the shop. She clocked in and turned to Charles for her assignment for the day.

“You can unpack and stock all the new Bibles and Christian fiction titles,” he said with a cruel smirk.

Ellie bit back a groan and made her way to the backroom.