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at the altar of venus

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: body worship babyyyy, self-consciousness, body issues, handjobs, fingering, crying, possessiveness, two fools in love and lust, two fools being gross and making each other laugh

Words: 4,251

Summary: When you watch your beloved turn and turn in front of that mirror, you know something is off. Lucky for him, you have much to say on the matter.

a/n: I JUST THINK HANDSOME OLD MAN APPRECIATION TIME with yknow. a side of total filth and desperate desire.

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What a day.

You wiggle your nude body in Copia’s soft sheets, nuzzle into your pillow and look across the room. Your lover is standing before the full-length mirror next to the dresser - also nude - turning his body to consider himself at different angles in the low lamplight. You watch him for a moment, watch the way his fingers card through his graying hair, loose from the grip of the day’s pomade. He runs his hand down his chest thoughtfully and comes to rest at the slight paunch of his belly. He cups the skin and his lips tug downwards into a frown.

“Amore?” he asks quietly, “do you think I’m eh, nice looking? Handsome?”

Any other time you’d laugh out loud at such an absurd question but you can tell from his slumped posture that he’s feeling downtrodden and that simply won’t do.

“The most handsome man I’ve ever seen. And that is not hyperbole. You’re the only man to ever turn my head.”

He sighs heavily through his nose and looks back at his reflection.

“You don’t think I’m…too old for you?”

Now it’s your turn to frown.

“My love…come here.”

He turns to look at you again and you crook your finger and throw back the covers. Fidgeting awkwardly he ambles over and slides into bed and you waste no time in pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“Shall I tell you how handsome I find you? In great detail - from tip to toe?”

He scoffs and moves to pull the covers up over his chest but you gently rest your hand on his to stop him.

“You eh…you would do that?”

Now you do laugh.

“With pleasure,” you murmur, “let me just–” you pull yourself up and swing your leg over to straddle him, “--there we go. Let’s start here.” You rake your fingernails through his soft, wavy hair and smile when he shivers.

“I love your beautiful, full head of gorgeous thick hair and I love the bits of silver threaded through it most of all. I’ve told you before I’ve always had an, ah, thing for older men and well…what sort of older gentleman aficionado would I be if I didn’t love graying hair? I love the way the light catches on the silver and how it feels between my fingers when you’re uh…busy between my legs.”

He laughs softly through his nose, which is incidentally where your journey takes you next.

“And speaking of when you’re between my legs,” you say, waggling your brows as you drag your fingertip down the slope of his nose, “when this beautiful, stately, elegant thing nudges at my clit…oh. Copia I’ve always loved your nose since day one but what this thing is capable of…”

Your eyes unfocus for a moment as you lean in to kiss it absentmindedly.

“You’re getting distracted, amore mio,” Copia murmurs, eyes glittering. Eyes. Those pretty, mismatched eyes and those long brown lashes…

“As always, you are too kind to me,” he chortles, reaching a hand up to stroke your hair. Sathanas, you didn’t even realize you had said that out loud. “I used to hate my eyes when I was a kid, you know? Always a reminder of the bloodline I was a part of but never really a part of…not according to Nihil anyway. Where others thought the white eye was ‘commanding’ on Secondo or ‘alluring’ on Terzo, it was always eh, ‘unsettling’ on me.”

“Hmm,” you say thoughtfully, “I certainly don’t think you need them but did you ever consider contact lenses?”

“Oh, sì, sì,” he nods, “tried them once too in my twenties but eh…something was just…off. Personally I thought I looked creepier with two green eyes.”

You lean back a little and raise a hand to cover his white eye, and then the green while tilting your head.

“Shoulda got a white contact for the green eye instead so you could go around looking like some sexy demonic husky.”

Copia bursts out in laughter, his chest shaking beneath your palms.

“I thought this was supposed to make me feel better?”

“It is! I made you laugh, didn’t I?” you say with a grin, leaning down to place a slow, soft kiss on his lips that has his hands settling on your hips.

“Love these too,” you breathe when you finally separate, “love how soft and plump they are and I especially love the little freckle right here–” you place the pad of your thumb on his full lower lip, “--God you have no idea how it drove me mad day in and day out whenever we’d work together. Driving me to distraction. All I’d ever want to do when you got close to me is…” You lean forward once more and catch his lip gently between your teeth, sucking on it until you feel his cock twitch against you.

“Mmm,” you pull off him with a wet noise that has him panting into the dimly lit room, “is someone starting to buy into the truth that he’s the most handsome man in the abbey? Perhaps even the world?”

“Don’t push your luck, dolcezza, I’m just eh, excited to have a beautiful, soft, young thing on top of me. One who is very good with her mouth, I might add.”

“Oh, that’s too bad you still don’t believe me when I say you’re beautiful. Try harder and maybe I’ll give you a little treat, hmm?”

He chuckles and tilts his head back.

“I’ll do my best. Done with the face, then?”

“And skip your glorious little mustache and impeccably crafted sideburns? Cardinal, you know I’m a woman who pays attention to the details. To say nothing of the freckles that are scattered over your face and down–” you trail a finger down his throat and tap on his clavicle, “--over your chest and shoulders? I’d kiss every single one if I thought I’d live to accomplish that.” You amuse yourself for a moment by playing connect the dots with the marks until your fingertip slides over and traces the lines of his tattoo.

“You never did tell me the story with this.”

He smiles, thumbs brushing soft circles on your thighs.

“Terzo did it. I had just entered the priesthood and he came to my quarters and got me drunk and convinced–”

“Wait, when you say ‘Terzo did it’ you mean Terzo gave you the tattoo?”

“Sì,” he nods, “He knew how much I loved the Omen movies and always complained that I never did anything wild so…”

You lean forward and inspect the ink.

“That looks…a lot better than anything I would have expected from Terzo.”

Copia snickers.

“His lines were surprisingly steady, but his hand not nearly strong enough. I had a professional touch it up later but that stays between us, sì?”

You give him a salute and lean back, raking your fingernails down his chest.

“Back to the topic at hand,” you murmur, “unholy fuck I love your body hair. It’s so thick and soft and I love the way it scratches just right at my nipples when you’re fucking me into the mattress.”

He sucks in a breath so fast he nearly chokes.

“You’re really not holding back, are you cara mia?”

“Nope,” you confirm, watching the way the tip of his tongue slides out to wet his lips as he eyes your breasts. Briefly, your hands abandon his torso to come up and cup them, thumbing across your hardened nipples. You pull away and grab his hands, placing them where yours once were. Greedily, he palms the flesh as your hips make little circles.

“These,” you breathe, your hands covering his, “these gorgeous, big, strong hands with these thick fingers…I can’t even count how many times I brought myself off to the thought of them.”

“O-oh?” he pants, removing one hand and bringing it up to cup your face, “with the gloves a-and everything?”

You lean into his touch.

“Especially with the gloves. Copia, the way I’d fantasize about being able to feel every stitch and groove of those things when I’d picture them inside of me…” You turn your head to place a kiss to the scar tissue at the center of his palm and his thumb strokes your cheekbone. “Mmm, you got me distracted again. Where was I?”

You look down and remember, scooting backwards down his body to settle in between his thighs. He whines now that you’re only touchable if he sits up, too tired to make an effort. Not, however, too tired for other things, you think as you look down at his hardened cock resting heavy against his belly, smearing pre on the hairs there.

“We’ll address this,” you say, gesturing to his erection, “in a bit. But for now…this.”

Your word is punctuated by the way you run your hands over his slight paunch, grinning as you knead the flesh. Copia’s shoulders twitch as if he’d like nothing more than to fold in on himself, eyes trained up somewhere over your shoulder.

“Your soft tummy is so sweet and perfect and–” you make a noise like a big cat growling, “--I just want to eat it up.”

“Clearly from its appearance I’ve eh, done enough eating for the both of us.”

You frown deeply.

“Copia,” you say, your tone deadly serious, “since when do you have problems with a belly? I hope you don’t have problems with my belly and mine is a lot bigger than yours—“

“Amore, never!” he gasps, horrified, “You…you are perfection. You are soft and plush and-and a goddess. This–” he says, gesturing lamely to his paunch, “--is the result of old age. Old age and too much spaghetti.”

“Yeah, and that’s exactly why it’s hot,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “My love, this little belly shows that not only have you enjoyed life, reveled in it the way Sathanas intended, but that you’ve survived. Endured. I love this belly the way I love every single line on your face. You wouldn’t be my Copia without them. I didn’t fall in love with some guy in his twenties with a waxed six-pack. Quite frankly…ew. Respectfully, beloved, I fell for the kind, smart, handsome, distinguished gentleman in his almost-fifties. Who is sort of goofy and really good with his tongue. I mean…really good.”

He laughs softly through his nose, regarding you with watery eyes. His lips form the words to thank you but no voice comes out. That’s alright, though. You’re not telling him these truths for your benefit.

“Shall I continue?” you ask gently, smiling when he nods.

Your hands slide down to his thighs, where you massage the flesh.

“You know I hadn’t even seen these - like, really seen them - until our first official date? When you wore those tight, tight pants? Lord have mercy these things are thick. I’d be content to gnaw on them like a dog with a bone if you’d let me.”

“Who says I wouldn’t?” he murmurs, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you say with a wink, “I’d compliment your juicy ass too if I could get to it so just remind me to give it a healthy smack next time you’re standing, huh? The first time I saw you in profile in your cassock I almost passed out. Goddamn.”

He laughs and tilts his head at you.

“Ti adoro follemente,” he says, “thank you for making this old man love himself, even if it’s just a tiny bit.”

“I’ll take a tiny bit for now, we’ll work on the positive reinforcement.”

“Oh? And what kind of positive reinforcement did you have in mind?”

You ghost your fingers along his half hard cock, wrapping them around the shaft and leaning forward to spit thickly, your saliva landing on the head. The act has Copia moaning and shifting his hips up into your touch as you stroke him back to full hardness.

“Ah, dolcezza,” he sighs, half-lidded eyes watching your hand slide along the shaft, “if only you had known what I fantasized about with your hands.”

“Well go on, bello mio,” you purr, swiping your thumb along the slit to gather the pre leaking from the head. “Tell me.”

He grunts and ruts up into your touch.

“W-we’d be in your office…working on some…some administrative thing. And I’d watch the way those clever little fingers would fly across your keyboard–ah, fuck–and I’d imagine you leaving your desk a-and settling on your knees between my legs. Lifting my cassock up and palming me through m-my trousers. S-sometimes you’d use your mouth too but…always your hands. Always those s-soft fingers wrapped around me j-just like this. I–oh, cazzo–”

His voice cuts off with a moan as you spit on him once again, the wet slide of your pumping hand and his harsh breathing the only sound in the room. With your other hand you reach down to cup his balls, gently caressing them as you continue to stroke the length of him.

“I-I’m not going to last, amore,” he rasps out, thrusting into your grip, “just like that bellezza mia.”

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur, “you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, and I love you just as you are.”

You know the last handful of words will send him over the edge and send him they do, until he’s coming in spurts over your knuckles and gasping your name. You continue to stroke him until he has nothing left to give and when he’s spent, you raise your hand to your face and fastidiously lick every drop of his spend from your fingers as he watches with his mouth hung open. When your tongue passes over your middle finger for the final time he grabs at you, eagerly hauling you up his body and slotting his lips over your mouth in a slow, decadent kiss. When you finally pull away, it’s with a smile and you nudge his nose with yours. Gently, you roll off of him and nuzzle into his side, lazily kissing his shoulder. When he rolls onto his side to face you, you move to do the same but he presses you back down into the mattress.

“Copia, your stamina is impressive but you literally just came I don’t expect–”

He chuckles, gently dragging the bedsheets down to expose your body.

“Your turn, dolcezza.”

“My turn–oh.”

The realization hits you as the fingers of his right hand tease at the underside of your breasts and against your belly, dipping further down to cup at the wet heat of you, driving a gasp from your lips. He leans towards you to inhale deep along your neck, lips ghosting over your hair.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start in praising you, bellezza mia. Sweet - in both disposition and taste, tender in body and heart, beautiful in all ways. Tongue and mind as sharp as a tack and ridiculously amusing. Perfetto–” two of his fingers dip down into your labia majora and you see him smile out of the corner of your eye at how slick you are for him. “My perfect girl. Kind. Perhaps too kind and indulgent to this old man but…” his fingertips circle your clit and your hips spasm, “he will show you just how thankful he is nonetheless, sì?”

You whimper as his fingers tease at your entrance before sliding inside you knuckle deep, palm pressed flush against your clit. An echo of how you would touch yourself to the thought of him not that long ago.

“I’m not wearing my gloves but eh, I hope this will suffice for now?”

Your laugh comes out breathy as he begins to fuck into you at a decadent, leisurely pace, pressing open mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

“I never dreamed at my age I’d find someone like you,” he confesses, “Like you were–like we were made for each other. Every morning and every night I thank Sathanas for bringing you to me, thank you for allowing me to worship you. Anima mia, I adore you so much I wish to devour you. To join our bodies and minds and souls together for eternity and further. I told you before that I love you so much I fear driving you off but…I think we are equally matched in our passions, sì?”

You let out a delighted sigh, spreading your legs further to better accommodate him. It’s nice like this - lazy, unhurried - and he smiles as you clench around him.

“Perfectly matched,” you breathe, meeting the languid thrust of his fingers with the tight circling of your hips, “Copia I am yours in every way - yours to use and fuck and–ah–consume as you please. All yours. Always yours–oh fuck.”

The fervor of your words makes his breathing and his fingers quicken, pumping in and out of you with greater force.

“I would have you all night if you let me,” he growls, his breath hot in your ear, “Say you’ll let me, per favore. Please give me this gift. On my fingers, tongue, cock, it doesn’t matter I need you amore, need to watch you come undone and help mend you back together. Please, I–”

He’s crooked his fingers inside you, pressing against that sweet little spot that makes you whine and cant your hips eagerly. You can feel the tears prick the corners of your eyes and you’re breathless as you nod.

“Copia, please, please, please, need you, need all of you–oh, fuck baby that’s it, don’t stop, don’t–ah!”

Your moan is pitchy and borderline desperate as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Mine,” he growls, “Solo mio come sono tuo. La mia bellissima ragazza perfetta. Il mio cuore e la mia anima. Il mio riflesso. La mia luce e il mio buio. Per sempre. Mia scellerata benedizione, non ti merito. I love you more than anything. Anything.”

Panting, you blindly reach down to still his hand between your legs and he sobs into your shoulder. Gently, you extricate his fingers from you and bring his hand up to your face, tongue darting out to taste yourself. Tears slide down his cheeks as he watches, entranced, as you suck each finger into your mouth before dragging the muscle up the center of his palm. His eyes are wet and bright, pupils blown as you lean up and place a soft kiss to his lips. When you pull apart, you thumb away the tears remaining on his cheeks and smile softly at him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters, sniffling, “I don’t know what got into me, amore, I–”

“This was a lot,” you murmur, reaching up to push the loose strands of hair off his forehead, “but I hope you know how loved you are by me - everything about you, all of it - and that there is no one more beautiful on this planet to me than the man I see before me right now. And I’ll remind you of this again and again and again until the end of days and even further. You are so special to me, Copia. I hope that even for a little bit tonight you got to see yourself through my eyes.”

When he leans forward to place a kiss to your forehead, he’s trembling.

“C’mere,” you say, drawing him into your arms as he drapes his body over you, arm around your waist. The weight of him is solid and comforting as you press kisses to his hair, enveloping yourself in the orange blossom scent of what little remains of his pomade.

“I promised to ravish you all night,” Copia murmurs, his voice comically muffled by his lips squished against your breast. You snort inelegantly.

“We’ve got many nights ahead of us for that, my love,” you say with a smile, hand stroking along his freckled shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. But more importantly - are you alright?”

He pulls away slightly to rest his chin on you.

“I don’t think I have been for a long time,” he says quietly, “Not really, anyway. But ever since you arrived…columba mia, it’s like I have a purpose again.”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to get watery.

“I know exactly what you mean. Exactly. I…I really need to thank Sister Imperator someday for bringing me here, in the end. I mean yeah she had nefarious intentions but…in a roundabout way she kinda helped save my life.”

“Amore, I don’t mean to sound like some kind of eh, Christian but…Sathanas has a plan for us. And it doesn’t involve any of that child bearing bullshit that was being spewed at you…no. He brought us together for a reason and for that I am thankful every day. Thankful every day you did not run screaming from Imperator’s office the day of your interview. Thankful you saw this…peculiar, awkward, old Cardinal…and saw not only a friend but a-a soulmate. I thank Sathanas but like I said earlier - I thank you more. I would forsake my Unholy Father in a heartbeat for you, amore. You are my true religion now. Know that.”

The noise that comes out of you is wet and embarrassing as you cup Copia’s cheek and rest your forehead against his. After a moment of shared breath, you pull away.

“My love, I’m so sorry to ruin the moment but I desperately need to blow my nose.”

He laughs - one of his weird little “ehehe” numbers - and the sound makes your heart swell in your chest.

“Anything for the woman I love,” he announces grandly, leaning over you to grab the box of tissues on the nightstand and present them to you. You pluck one out and hold it to your face while Copia watches fondly from a very close distance.

“Uh, hon?”

“Mmhmm?”

“You might want to back up a little? I don’t trust the integrity of these things and you do not want to be in the splash zone.”

Copia rolls off you making the most revolted noise as you laugh and struggle to breathe through your congested nose. Sitting up, you blow into the tissue while he watches looking supremely disgusted.

“‘Splash zone’,” he grumbles, shaking his head, “Amore, you are not well.”

“Yeah, I think that’s been established in our year of knowing one another. And, I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was speaking to the pinnacle of mental health over here.”

He pinches the meat of your thigh mid-blow and it makes you choke. In retaliation, you throw one of your crumpled, used tissues at him and it bounces off his chest.

“Augh, it’s wet!”

“Duh, that’s my snot,” you chirp pleasantly. “What you don’t like it? What was all that before about how I’m ‘your beautiful, perfect girl’, and ‘your reflection’, and ‘your heart and soul’ and–”

“...You understood all of that?”

You smile.

“Not all of it, but most. I’ve got a pretty impressive Duolingo streak going from all those nights you have confession duty, you know.”

He props himself up on his side and stares at you with a goofy smile.

“Amore mio, I take back my disgust. You could use me as a tissue and I would say thank you.”

That makes a horrible noise come out of you.

“Copia, I’d call you a simp but I think there would be some pot calling the kettle black action going on there so I’ll refrain. Ugh, what a fucking day.”

You gather up your used tissues with the intent of heading to the bathroom with them but Copia turns to you with his hands cupped expectantly. Gently, you smile before depositing them and watching him get up and pad over to the garbage in the other room. When he comes back after washing his hands and climbs into bed, making his delightful old man noises, you grin.

“Thank you for indulging me tonight,” you murmur as you nestle into his side.

“Indulging you? As if I wasn’t the one getting showered with compliments by a beautiful, nude, young woman?”

“You know what I mean,” you say, trying your best to stifle a yawn. “For hearing me out, for letting me show you how perfect you are to me…all of it. And thank you for the very kind things you said about me in turn. I…will not easily forget that.”

“I certainly hope not but like you, I am prepared to remind you over and over and over of how precious and perfect you are.”

“With fingers, tongue, and cock?” you ask innocently, parroting Copia’s earlier promise. He snorts.

“Dolcezza mia, however you want it.”

“Mmm,” your eyelids are getting heavy as you listen to Copia’s steady breathing, “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I would expect nothing less from such a demanding mistress.”

“Oh you haven’t even seen my demanding mistress side yet, beloved.”

He’s got his eyes closed but makes the dirtiest, most intrigued noise you’ve ever heard and it makes butterflies ricochet around in your stomach. His hand trails teasingly up your arm, causing a shiver to roll through you.

“Well, Padrona,” he murmurs, low and enticing, “I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for bed just yet.”

You’re already sitting up with a sigh and straddling his hips for the second time that evening as you say: “Insatiable as always, Your Eminence. Hmm, do I get to wear your grucifix and biretta? Perhaps I’ll get that pretty red rope out too?”

“Oh amore…I insist.”

#curator reader series #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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kissingghouls · 9 months

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SOFT PROMPTS ok ok...how about "you're shivering. here, take my jacket" with Mary x Reader ORRrrrr Secondo x Reader?? I can't decide

beloved anon. you were so right about this 💖✨

Winter Chill - Mary Goore x Reader

no warnings, relatively fluffy, kinda soft Mary, he/they Mary, first kiss, 2300 words

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“He’s a dick,” a familiar voice states behind you. It’s followed by the tell-tale sound of spit hitting the pavement.

You’re not exactly surprised to find the silhouette of Mary Goore appearing like a ghostly apparition in the dim light of the porch. It was in their nature to just show up like that—especially when there was something to be said about your ex—but you were surprised by the lack of singsong taunting in their tone. Mary didn’t usually hold back when it came to voicing their distaste for him.

It’s obvious from their presence that they’d seen the confrontation inside—a fact that makes you feel slightly embarrassed as he shuffles around in the dark. The rotting wood of the aptly named Chaos House creaks under his boots, the thick soles landing with a thunk! thunk! thunk! as he stomps down a few steps and drops next to you. They shoot you a crooked, toothy smile and gently nudge you with an elbow.�� “But you knew that already.”

“You’re a little late for an ‘I told you so,’ Goore,” you warn with a sigh. The breakup between you and that asshole was well beyond old news. There was next to no way Mary hadn’t heard and probably celebrated by now. Gossip travels fast in small towns, even faster in small social circles like yours.

“Aw c’mon,” he groans, arching his back to stretch his long legs like a cat. He pats down the pockets of his tight jeans and produces a pack of smokes and an old lighter. With a cigarette tucked between his teeth, he draws his knees back up before turning to you. “I’m not here for that.”

“Why are you here, Mary?” you ask softly.

Inside, the party swells with sound. A cluster of people all shouting to be heard while a metal band starts their set in the basement. It’s a mix of rumbling bass and the crack of drums with the occasional scream. The noise is just as normal as the hint of stale beer and body odor that permeates the old house. It’s as natural as the stains and cigarette burns on the weirdly orange tinted carpet that covers the stairs. Neither of you bat an eye as cymbals crash under your feet.

Mary flicks the lighter over their thigh, sparking it to life and drawing the flame toward their lips. They breathe deep, inhaling the toxic burn before leaning back on their elbows and letting out a puff of smoke. “To offer you a ride home.”

Your eyebrows knit together as you turn to the metalhead sprawled on the porch next to you. Pale, bony knees jut out from the holes in his jeans. The trademark leather jacket covered in bright patches and studs hangs loose around his skinny frame as he reclines against the steps. Underneath their battle jacket the faded, well-loved t-shirt older than either of you is barely held together by more than a few threads. A shock of dark hair styled haphazardly hangs over those pretty green eyes that hadn’t moved from your face since he sat down.

It was a well-known fact that Mary couldn’t be trusted to operate a vehicle. Every time they’d tried had ended in varying degrees of disaster—one of which included a cliff.

“You can’t drive,” you remind him through a laugh.

“No, but I got you to smile.” He sounds triumphant, proud almost. “You got a good one, you know?”

“What?”

“Your smile. It’s…I dunno.” He shrugs and waves his hand through the air. “It’s…nice.”

“Goore,” you level. “Are you drunk?”

They shake their head and take a long drag. The orange glow of the embers hits just right, illuminating the places on his face painted white. The shadows are darker, the blurry edges of makeup smeared into the hollow of his cheeks look more intense in the dark like this. It’s a look you’ve appreciated once or twice before at other house parties or in the dim light of the local dive bar while you pretend not to notice how they only charge you for every other drink they slide your way.

Your heart skips as he grins up at you, dried fake blood cracking on his face.

“I’m sober as a judge, sweetheart,” they tell you as they sit up, a well-practiced smirk playing on their lips.

There’s a tightness in your chest again, a feeling so familiar around Mary. While this thing between you started a long time ago, you never took it too seriously. After all, you couldn’t take Mary seriously half the time. So, the teasing and light flirting never really meant anything and that was how the two of you had operated for as long as you could remember. It never went further than that because neither of you ever seemed to be single at the same time.

But that didn’t mean you hadn’t found yourself a little curious from time to time.

The rumor mill spun both ways when it came to Mary Goore. Some days the story was they were some delinquent hellbent on burning the entire town to the ground. Other days there were tales of kindness that extended as far as feeding the feral street cats that lived in the alley behind their apartment. He was a loyal friend to the point of violence on more than one occasion, but everyone who dated them considered them a caring partner despite their apparent fear of commitment.

In your estimation, Mary was no different than anyone else—not all good or all bad, just another human trying to get by. When it came down to it, you’d rather have Mary in your corner than not. The fact that they were out here with you now, well, that just meant they already were.

“As a judge, huh?” you ask and lean forward to pluck the burning cigarette from his fingers. His eyes follow your movements as you set the filter between your lips and take an easy drag before offering the thing right back to him.

“Careful darlin’,” he warns, fingers brushing yours as he accepts. “These things are worse for you than I am.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

They raise an eyebrow, half-expecting you to follow up with a “just kidding” or a “not like that.” When you don’t their composure slips, and they struggle to hide a look of surprise mixed with a little bit of excitement. It’s fleeting, but it’s there, soft as the stubble poking through his makeup.

Those green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, watching as you stand and stretch your arms over your head. The wind picks up, carrying the undercurrent of much colder weather slowly moving in. It should be snowing by now, but the air is just a mist of wet fog soaking into everything without the beauty or smell of rain. The lawn is soft under your feet, little more than an oversaturated lump of clover and weeds that fails to connect the muddy patches from one end of the yard to the other. It’s all still as green as Mary’s eyes somehow, still thriving and you’re standing outside in a t-shirt next to Mary Goore in December.

The end of the cigarette whips past you and lands in a shower of orange sparks near the driveway. Mary leans up, the last little bit of smoke curling from their lips as the hole in the left knee of their jeans rips loudly.

“Aw, fuck,” Mary whines helplessly, leg now exposed halfway to the calf.

“C’mon,” you offer with a soft smile and hold your hand out to a guy who might or might not be trouble.

“Where are we going?” they ask, wiping their hands on their jeans as they stand.

“No idea,” you admit with a shrug. “Somewhere else.”

“Alright then,” Mary agrees with a grin and takes your hand.

You make it to the end of the block before you realize neither of you have let go. Their hand is warm and much larger than yours, their palm an odd mix of soft in places and calloused in others. For every step he takes, you take two to keep up though there’s no real destination in sight. Maybe you should have thought it through a little better, but being around Mary always made your brain a little fuzzy. And maybe that was why you’d avoided situations like this before—because the fear of something was too great. The risk of Mary was like jumping into a body of water completely blind. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Thrilling. Incredible.

The two of you walk east toward the river, passing patrons on the main drag crawling from one bar to another. A few toss looks your way, judgements whispered under their breath as they hurry by. If Mary notices, they hide it well. Their shoulders never seem to sag with the weight of what everyone else thinks you and him should be.

At the crosswalk you wait to pass and he rather impressively digs out another cigarette, lighting it one-handed. You’re unsure of how many cars pass under the stoplight or how many times the two of you miss your chance to cross, but you’re acutely aware of the way Mary looks wrapped in a haze of smoke and the city lights.

It’s not bad.

“Do I have something on my face?” they ask with an eyebrow raised, using the hand holding yours to pull you closer.

“Yeah, actually,” you respond playfully.

He frowns and pretends to swipe at his face. “Better?”

“Eh, your face is still there,” you tease with a shrug.

He tugs you even closer. “Don’t act like you don’t like my face, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok. I guess.”

“Just ok?”

It’s a question you barely hear. It’s not the rush of traffic or the random people walking past, but your heart hammering away in your ears that nearly deafens you. Warmth radiates off Mary like he’s the fucking sun. You know because he’s so close, close enough that you catch a hint of cologne under the nicotine and leather. And god those eyes, with them fixed on you like this you spot the soft flecks of gold they hide from everyone else.

You nod carefully. “It’s a good face. Ten out of ten. Would look again.”

He breaks first, averting his eyes as he struggles not to laugh. “I guess I better stick around so you can keep looking.”

“I appreciate the effort, Goore.”

“Anything for you, darlin’.”

You shake your head and let the moment fade as you pull them across the street.

Mary leads now, their other hand placed carefully at your hip as they guide you down the wet stairs. It’s dead quiet by the water. There’s never much of a crowd on the riverfront but this time of night it’s completely deserted. Traffic roars across the bridge overhead, a stream of bright red brake lights stretching across the river. You feel like you’re in another world entirely, tucked against Mary Goore of all people. You stand still, watching the gentle current roll over the rocky shore and pretend not to notice the way he moves closer and closer.

Winter arrives and surrounds the two of you within seconds as the wind picks up again. A blast of frigid, arctic air that smells like snow bites at the exposed skin of your arms. It’s cliche but as tears sting your eyes, you can’t help the chill that seeps into your bones.

“Huh. I think it’s gonna snow.”

Mary’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, barely more than a whisper. It’s a sharp contrast to all those times you’d seen them growl their way through songs about blood and corpses, but it makes the butterflies stir in your stomach all the same. Maybe there was something behind all those free drinks and flirty words. Something different.

The thought sends a shock through your body, the electric hum of realization. You like Mary.

He shifts slightly, turning his body toward yours. “Shit, you’re shivering. Here, take my jacket.”

Before you can say anything, they’ve shrugged out of the thing and wrapped you in soft, worn leather. You hide your hands in the sleeves, but they itch to reach out, to pull him in. The lining is still warm and it’s heavier than you expect, but none of it matters as Mary’s gaze falls to your lips.

But they don’t kiss you. At least, not in the way you thought they might.

“Goore?” you ask as they pull away slightly.

“Uh-huh?”

“Did…did you just…kiss my forehead?”

“Yep.”

“Instead of like…actually kissing me. You kissed my forehead?”

“Well, I don’t know what kind of person you think I am, but I’m not just gonna put out for you because you expect me to.”

“Oh my god,” you huff with an annoyed roll of your eyes. “You—hmph!”

Mary cuts off your complaints by grabbing the lapels of the jacket and smashing his lips against yours. Your arms loop around their neck, pulling them as close as you can. There’s a warm hand pressed to the small of your back, under the jacket and under your t-shirt. Mary’s other hand tangles in your hair as they break the kiss to speak.

“Sorry darlin’,” they whisper. “You’re just so fuckin’ cute when you’re annoyed. I can’t help it.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Goore.”

It’s rough and brash when his mouth claims yours, and you think Mary kisses like he plays guitar—aggressive with a practiced ease. He nips at your bottom lip, practically melting against you when you let out a little whine in response. His tongue brushes yours and he tastes of smoke and something sugary you can’t quite place. It doesn’t matter anyway because your senses are filled with all things Mary and you’re content to keep them that way.

“Mm, I always knew you’d be trouble, sweetheart,” they groan as you press your body against theirs.

“Aw Goore, do you have a crush on me?”

“Yeah, actually. For so fucking long,” he admits freely.

You grin and lean up to kiss him again as tiny snowflakes begin to collect in his hair.

#anon prompt #my writing #mary goore x reader #mary goore fanfic #reader insert #x reader #repugnant fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction

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duskspring · 11 months

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I’m a ‘secretly soft Secondo’ truther (NSFW under the cut)

He might not always show it in public but if he’s actually with someone romantically this man will know exactly how to make them feel special.

~First of all, for the ‘in public’ part, he indeed doesn’t appear very soft. I do believe he’s quite touchy, but not ‘kisses on the cheek/hand holding’ touchy. It’s more possessive: an arm around their waist/lower back, a hand on their thigh if they’re sitting down, generally having them be by his side the whole time

~Once they get away from prying eyes however, he’s a lot softer: long, slow kisses and words of praise about how stunning they look and how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them all night

~He’s absolutely the type to say “I would give you the stars if only you asked. I could never deny you anything”. Just a lot of very outwardly romantic words in general

~Spoiling his partner on dates, think fancy dinners and gifts. Only the best for his beloved

~Has anyone hurt or bothered his partner? He won’t hesitate to make a fucking scene about it if it’s necessary, though he prefers fucking with that person in small ways that pile up FAST

~Will sing or read Italian poetry to his partner, especially if they’re feeling down

~Dancing. Having his partner’s head tucked underneath his chin while they slow dance to an old Italian record of his

~He likes having his partner watch him while he works, whether that’s him doing paperwork or cooking a meal. Even if no words are spoken, he appreciates the company

~Allowing himself to laugh around his partner in general. That deep rumbling in his chest only reserved for the one he is closest to

~Though he’s never really the one to initiate it, if his partner wants to cuddle he would never deny them. And though he greatly prefers keeping their head on his chest or arm around their waist, if he’s in a good mood he’ll sometimes allow himself to be the little spoon (especially if his partner is way smaller than him, he finds it more humorous)

~I think he heavily prides himself on his ability to make his significant other (or really anyone) feel good sexually. Yes, he’s more of the type to take charge, but that doesn’t mean he won’t spend hours between his partner’s legs, making sure they feel impossibly fulfilled by the end, even if that leaves them with no energy to get him off in return

[my masterlist]

#He’s just a romantic your honor #the band ghost #papa secondo #headcanon #papa ii #ghost bc

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earthry · 1 year

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How to Tempt Your Papas (Headcanons)

How to get your papas home early, inspired by this post (also mentioned in Copia's section).

sfw mostly, a little spicy imagery in some parts, gn!reader

Primo

Primo has such a soft spot for you. All you really have to do is send him some really sappy message telling him that he makes you so happy and you love him very much and he just melts.

He’ll send an equally long message about how he feels the same, how he loves you without requisite and that you make him want to be a better man every day of his life. That’s your hook and line.

For the sinker, send him a selfie of you in one of his sweaters all cozy in bed with a empty space beside you with a text saying ‘I miss you so much, I’m so cold and lonely without you :(‘ no matter how cheesy you think it is, it will capture good ol’ peepaw’s heart.

He’ll go ‘Oh no :( I left my dearest all alone, how could I? Shall I come home early tonight, amore mio?’ And voilà he’s home in less than half a hour. Mission successful.

Secondo

You’d think if you send nudes it’ll rile him up enough to come home and have his wicked wiles with you but no. This man is shameless. He’ll get off right then and there to your picture and send one back of his handiwork with a promise to absolutely ruin you later for trying to tempt him.

The first time you do this you learn that while it is a good motivator, it does not get him home any faster. Kind of backfires because when he sends you a well-framed shot of himself in hand entirely spent and messy, you're the one getting all hot and bothered now.

What really gets him home quickly is your home cooking. Make any authentic dish (especially with his mom’s recipe) and mans will be home in less than 20 minutes because that shit is fire when it’s hot out the oven.

He knows if he waits it’ll either get soggy or cold and he hates re-heating food. If you make his favorite he’ll be back in even less time.

Terzo

Where nudes don’t bring Secondo back, it’ll send Terzo packing for home. He’ll be back so fast you barely have time to put your phone down. He is so enthusiastic and most times it feels like he just can’t get enough of you.

Sure, he could wait until he’s done with his work to go home to you, glance at his phone every so often to motivate himself to finish quicker, but where’s the fun in that? His tesoro’s ready for him and who is he to keep them waiting?

He’ll dump his work onto some poor unsuspecting sibling of sin or ghoul and be out the door in seconds.

While it's very effective, you should be prepared to follow through with this man

Alright. For my ace-spectrum lovelies and those who feel uncomfortable with the idea of sex, I love you and you are so valid. Your method of choice will be Italian Soap Operas.

Every night before bed you'll watch a few episodes of a soap opera together, following along and commenting on outrageous choices or acting and pointing this out to each other.

Tell him if he doesn't come home, you're gonna start it without him. If that doesn't seem to get his butt moving, send another text ten minutes later saying 'do you want spoilers' or 'i did not expect that to pan out this way' or something about the episode coming up and he will respond with keysmashes and be on the way in no time.

Copia

Rat photos. Send him cute photos of his rats and he will cave and want to go home.

He’s a hard worker so sometimes he pulls all nighters and then just stays in the office for the whole next day as well. To lure him back to make sure he’s taking care of himself and getting food and sleep, make pancakes.

Make some for you and him and then tiny pancakes for the rats and take a picture. Tell him they’re waiting on him to eat together! They’re starving! But they really wanna wait for their papa to have breakfast together. Copia is home in minutes.

You can also send vaguely threatening (but not really) texts with a blurry photo of his beloved rats (like this post that I love very much) with a text saying “come home or she/he gets it”. He’s not worried that you’ll actually do anything to his babies, but he’ll still want to come home faster because fuck that’s really cute and funny of you.

#the band ghost #terzo #copia #ghost band #secondo #ghost bc #primo #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #cardinal copia x reader #headcanons

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leezlelatch · 1 year

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Bite

18+ MDNI

Secondo x F!Reader - p in v, praise, explicit descriptions, dom!Secondo, maybe kind of spit kink, biting, blood kink

Short smut dedicated to my and Secondo’s beloved @writingjourney. May his teef always find you.

“Very good, falenina. Brava ragazza. That’s it,” Secondo coos in your ear, his tone low and breathy as you rock against him. His hands curl under your buttocks, pulling you even closer, impaling you on his aching cock over and over again. You pant, little puffs of air through each cry of pleasure that curls through your cunt and up your belly, a coil ready to snap at any moment.

“Your Papa is so proud of you. You take him so well. The only one,” he continues, his lips kissing a trail from your shoulder to your neck. “Harder now, sì?”

He bucks his hips in time with your roll, his large hands anchoring your body as he fucks you, feet planted firmly on the bed as he pistons into you. His eyes shine with a carnal ferocity as he watches your face, your mouth hanging open and eyes closed, unable to control the feral sounds leaving your mouth.

“You look at your Papa when he fucks you,” Secondo demands.

Your eyes snap toward his and he growls his approval, a hand cupping your neck to pull your face down to his. He bites your bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth with his tongue, sucking on it until it’s swollen and slick with his spit. That hand on your neck slides up to your hair, gripping it. He presses his forehead into yours, his own animalistic sounds mixing with moans.

The room is filled with the slick sound of his cock pounding into your drenched pussy, and Secondo’s hips stutter, uneven and desperate as you grip him with the force of your orgasm, a choked sound leaving his lips. You spasm around his cock, keening, and all he does is flip you on your back, continuing his delicious assault against your insides.

“Another,” he hisses, lips attaching to your neck once more. “Cum for your Papa. Cum for me.”

His words cut off and he groans, bracketing you between his arms as his hips slam into yours.

“Cazzo…I can’t,” he whimpers now, eyebrows furrowing as he closes his eyes. “I can’t hold it. Amore…”

His legs shake, his body growing heavier on you as he loses momentum, so close to his own orgasm. It makes you wantonly cry out his name.

Secondo’s eyes snap open and he gazes into your ruined face as he snaps his hips a final time, deep and searching. His head drops, teeth finding the soft skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

And he bites.

Bites hard enough you screech as you feel his hot seed fill your quivering pussy, and the warmth of your blood on your neck. Secondo’s scream is muffled by your skin, his body convulsing in his ecstasy before he collapses on top of you.

It’s quiet after. Your shared labored breathing is the only noise. Little aftershocks race through your body, and Secondo gasps as you flutter around his softening member.

He slowly lifts his head, licking a stripe from your chest to the bite, savoring the coppery taste of your blood.

“Sometimes you make me think those rumors about you being a vampire are true,” you say in a hoarse voice, a smile on your lips as you wrap your arms around his heated body.

Secondo chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to his bite. “If only I had the supernatural strength to go with it. I’ll need the heating pad tonight.”

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #mdni #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii smut #female reader #papa emeritus ii x female reader #secondo emeritus #secondo smut #secondo x reader #secondo x female reader #the band ghost fanfiction

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ghost-in-the-hall · 2 years

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Ghost Valentine's Day Drabbles

Primo:

"Welcome home darling." Primo smiles at you as you enter the kitchen. You wrap your arms around him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day honey." It was a yearly tradition that Primo would cook your favorite dinner. Both you and Primo agreed that Valentine's Day lost most of its overall importance after your first few of them together, not to mention Primo believed in making sure you knew how much he loved you everyday, not just one day a year. But, you both still enjoyed doing something small to make the other happy to celebrate. You produced a small succulent from behind your back. "I figured you'd like a new baby to nurse back to health." Primo chuckles, taking the plant from you and sticking it on the windowsill over the sink.

"You always get me the most perfect gifts my dear." He cradles your face gently in his hands, kissing your forehead.

Secondo:

"Tesoro I'm home." You hear Secondo call out from the living room.

"I'm in the bedroom, I've got a surprise for you." It was hard to keep the excitement out of your voice. Secondo appeared in the doorway, the small stuffed bear he had gotten you tumbling to the floor. "What do you think, Papa?" You stretched your body out over the bed, modeling the lingerie you had picked out for this specific occasion.

"I hope you didn't spend a lot of money on that." He says as he eyes you hungrily. "There isn't going to be much left to it when I'm finished ripping it off your body." You let out an excited squeal as Secondo rapidly approached the bed, hurriedly pulling off his own clothes in the process.

Terzo:

"Good morning cara mia." You enter the kitchen to your husband cooking you breakfast. You wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his back.

"Happy Valentine's Day." You mutter sleepily, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love." He turns, taking you by the waist before lifting you up and setting you on the counter. He leans in, placing a warm kiss to your lips. "I have made reservations at that restaurant you like downtown, my Ghouls are taking care of your duties today so you don't have to worry about working, today is about you cara mia. Anything you want, it's yours." You smile, your arms sliding over his shoulders so you could pull him into a hug.

"Can we just go back to bed and cuddle after breakfast?" Terzo chuckles, placing another kiss to the side of your face.

"Of course my love."

Copia:

You cooed softly at one of Copia's rats as it ran up to the bars to greet you. "Good morning everyone, I've brought your breakfast." You drop to your knees, divvying out the food between the multiple bowls within their enclosure. You can’t help but giggle as they run up and sniff your fingers, a couple of them stepping up onto your arm.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” Your heart thrums in your chest at the sound of Copia’s soft voice. You stood, smoothing out your clothes before turning to him with a smile.

“Papa, welcome home.” He sets his bags down before approaching you. He takes your hand gently in his own, bringing it to his lips.

“It’s nice to know my rats were well taken care of while I was gone.” He knelt down to the door, saying hello to his beloved pets. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him. Copia’s eyes suddenly met yours, causing you to blush. You had been harboring feelings for Copia ever since he was a Cardinal. He rose to his feet once more, your gaze remaining on him the entire time. You weren’t sure you had ever been this close to him before, and Satanas below he was even more beautiful up close. “Do you have any plans this evening?” He asks meekly. You shook your head/ You were planning on spending your Valentine’s Day like you normally did; wrapped up on the couch with a tub of ice cream. “If it's, uh, if it’s not too forward…” He swallows, eyes darting away from you momentarily. “I would like to take you out to dinner.”

“Like… on a date?” He shakes his head. You instantly break out into a smile, “I would love to.”

Dew:

To say you were a little shocked that Dew had gotten you a gift for Valentine’s Day was an understatement. The two of you hadn’t been dating that long, not to mention that your boyfriend wasn’t very good at expressing his feelings. “What’s this?” You ask with a smile, accepting the little red bag he handed you.

“I know we said no gifts, but I saw this while we were on tour.” Your eyes widened as you pulled out the gift. It was a copy of your favorite book, something you lost when you moved into the Abbey. “I know you were really upset when you found out you had lost your book, when I saw this I had to get it for you. I’m sorry it’s nothing fancy-” He was cut off by you tackling him into the couch, burying your face into his chest to try and conceal your tear stained cheeks. “Please say these are good tears.” You nod against him, taking a couple deep breaths to try and get your emotions under control.

“It’s perfect.” He beams down at you before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

Aether:

Your chest swelled at the sight of your boyfriend before you. He was dressed up in his favorite suit, holding out a bouquet of your favorite flower. He gives you a big goofy grin when he sees you blushing. Aether knew your partners in the past had kind of ruined Valentine’s Day for you and he wanted to make up for it, he had told you that well in advance. “So, what’s the plan, handsome?” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I have made dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant, so we’re going to get all dressed up and go out. Then, we’re going to come back here so I can slow dance with you in the living room. And to top it all off, we’ll go watch your favorite movie while I give you a massage. How does that sound?” You pull his lips down to meet yours, smile never leaving your face.

“I love you, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Swiss:

“Dance with me, just this once.” Swiss’ dazzling smile was always hard for you to refuse. Hand outstretched waiting for yours, golden eyes locked with yours, it made it even harder.

“Swiss, you know I don’t dance.” You chuckle, your hand still finding its way into his despite your reluctancy. He pulled you to him, arm securing itself around your waist. You swayed along awkwardly with him to silent music, the two of you alone at last in the empty garden. Swiss had been the subject of your every waking thought since he had left for tour. He had come to see you before he left, lips finding yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He whispers softly, holding you close. “Do you, um, do you maybe want to see where this goes?”

“I’d like that.”

Rain:

You let out a pleased sigh as you let your body sink into the warm water. You leaned up against your boyfriend’s chest, he placed a gentle kiss on your temple. Rain always loved to pamper you, Valentine’s Day was no different. You weren’t allowed to lift a finger the entire day. He cooked for you, got you set up with your favorite shows and snacks. You were currently in a bath he had run for you, his fingers working shampoo into your hair. “You spoil me, you know that?” You smile softly. His chest rumbles with a low chuckle.

“You always work so hard, I want to make sure you’re well taken care of.” You lean into his touch, he always knew just what to do to make you relax. “Happy Valentine’s Day tadpole.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day Rainy.”

Mountain:

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to find Mountain by your side. He held a bouquet of various white flowers he had picked in Primo’s greenhouse. “I, um, I was wondering if you would be my Valentine?” His voice was soft and nervous as he spoke, his eyes concentrating on a sprig of baby’s breath rather than your expression. You carefully took the flowers from him, fingertips brushing over each other.

“I was hoping you were going to ask.” You smile seeing how much care went into the gift he made you. You and Mountain had been getting to know each other recently, your friends always insisting that he was flirting with you. Mountain was sweet and shy, soft spoken and comforting to be around. You glanced up at him, his eyes still plastered on the ground but a small smile on his lips. You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day Mountain.”

Mary Goore:

‘I’d like to see you tonight if that’s okay’ You smiled as you read over the text message. A small laugh escaped your lips as the next text came through. A picture of Mary giving you the biggest grin, a small bunch of roses in their hand. You and Mary had recently made the decision to be exclusive, something that was very much out of their comfort zone.

‘Candle lit pizza dinner date okay?’ You respond, flopping back on your bed as you wait for another reply.

“As long as it’s with you babe, that sounds perfect.’

Omega:

Your eyes darted up at the knock on the door, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you saw just who had entered the office. “Hey baby.” He leans over your desk, kissing you gently. He kneels next to you. “I wanna take you on a date tonight, but we need to go before Terzo realizes I’m here.” He whispers, eyes switching between you and Papa’s door. You had been Terzo’s assistant for years, Omega, his right hand man. The two of you hadn’t been fully honest about how serious your relationship had gotten.

“Omega, you better not be trying to steal my assistant!” He cringes at the sound of his voice booming behind the door. You hurriedly stood from your desk, grabbing his hand and pulling him after you.

“He’s gonna have to catch us if he wants to stop us.” Omega lets out a chuckle as he jogs along with you. The two of you managing to slip out of the Abbey to spend your Valentine’s Day in each other’s company

Ifrit:

You stood talking to Mist in the crowded room. You had been invited to a party down in the Ghouls’ Den for Valentine’s day. You saw her gaze shift behind you, a smirk forming on her lips when she saw who was approaching. “Have fun.” She claps you on the shoulder as she walks past you. Your gaze follows her, only to come face to chest with the Ghoul that had been dominating your thoughts for months.

“Ifrit, hey.” You tried to hide your panic behind a smile as you gazed up at him. He grins down at you bashfully as he approaches you. You took a moment to just look at him; long hair tied up, his fangs impossibly sharp and giving a hint of danger to his otherwise gentle smile.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink? I’ve been trying to find an excuse to come over here and talk to you all night, that’s the best I got.” He chuckles.

“I’d like that.” He holds out his hand to you, offering to lead you through the crowd. You walked close to him, Ifrit eventually abandoning your hand to keep a protective arm around your waist. You spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other before he walked you back to your dorm. He left you with the promise of an actual date and the feeling of his lips lingering on yours.

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cupfullofpapas · 11 months

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Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4: Gearing up to roll out

Time seemed to speed up after you got back to the Abbey, back into the fast pace of your work, Gemma was due to pop any day now so Sister had her relocated from the Prime Movers Den to sick bay, goulettes who were specifically trained to bring forth a Papa's child into the world were kept nearby alongside two of the older Sisters of Sin, Vittoria and Sofia. The whole Ministry was buzzing with excitement about a new Emeritus, who if it was a boy would one day become the next Papa but if it were a girl she would become one of the many siblings of sin.

While most were hoping for a boy Primo didn't care if the baby was a boy or girl as long as they were healthy. The oldest Emeritus brother had been the fatherly figure for his two younger brothers Secondo and Terzo so it was no surprise when children were left on the step of the ministry or found alone on the street he was quick to take them under his wing, raising them with his wife Gemma. Primo loved and adored the many children that he had taken in there was no doubt about that, treating them all as if they had come from his own loins. But this child would truly be from his seed, a child between him and his beloved Prime Mover and wife.

"Dolcezza." Came the voice of your Cardinal as his arms wrapped around you from behind his chest pressed against your back, Copia wasn't afraid or put off by public affection in fact he encouraged it, you were his and he wanted everyone to know it. "Looks like Gem is about to pop, eh?." You nodded leaning back against him enjoying the embrace as he slowly swayed you both from side to side. "Sister called me to do some photos for Gennaio would you like to come with me?." You paused looking up at him. "Gennaio?." You questioned.

"Uhh… eh.. th-th- the first month in the New Year" "Oh! January." "Sì sì!… uhh… Jan-ua-ree." You couldn't help the laugh that slipped past your lips as Copia tried to repeat after you though his thick accent made it a little tough for him, you turned around in his arms to face him.

"Gold star for effort." You giggled leaning up to catch his lips feeling the man practically melt against you as he kissed you back once, twice a third on the fourth you both seemed to forget that you were standing in the hall of the Abbey, Copia had you pinned to the wall your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips molded together while your tongues danced.

At that moment Secondo had turned down the hall on his way to visit his sister-in-law, Sister Emilia at his side going over a few documents quietly chattering to herself. When his mismatched eyes landed on you and the Cardinal his blood boiled. Not so much over the fact that you weren't his anymore but the fact that you chose a pathetic Cardinal over him, a man of unholy valor. He was about to lash out until he felt a hand on his forearm. Emilia shook her head her dark curls bouncing those soft hazel eyes staring pleadingly up at him, it made the man visibly deflate letting her lead him to the other doorway. Secondo looked down at her hand clasped around his gloved one admiring the size difference between them. Emilia was a petite yet chubby woman with perfect birthing hips, ample breasts, and an ass that Secondo sometimes found himself staring at longer than he intended to.

Slowly Copia broke the kiss with a smack of your lips, staying close enough to where they were barely touching, his breathing deep and cheeks dusted with a light pink. "R-Ready bella?." He asked his voice barely a whisper as your lips made the tiniest brush against each other. "Yeah, yeah let's get going." You replied breathlessly as you took your Cardinal's hand walking with him to one of the meeting rooms in the South Wing, Sister stood against the open door like a teacher waiting to greet their students. "I'm glad you could make it, I only called you a half hour ago Cardi." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as Copia gave Imperator an apologetic look before he apologized several times in a row.

"Alright, alright get in here." She spoke as she ushered both of you into the room dragging Copia to the set up for the photos. "Now, Cardi I and Papa Nihil have thought about something that will- rile our followers up, make them both fear and respect you." Nihil chimed in. "Because let's face it you are as intimidating as that stupid cat poster in your room." Copia's face deadpanned the man slouching forward. "Thanks for pointing that out, Papa." sarcasm dripped from his words. "Enough." Sister spoke holding up a CVS bag. "This will help you." Reaching into the bag Sister Imperator pulled out Terzo's head, you were stunned into silence Copia shouted as he stumbled backward falling onto the floor. "S-S-SISTER?!?!?!"

Imperator rolled her eyes "Oh for the love of- it's fake." She tossed it to Copia who caught it and immediately dropped the fake severed head onto his chest the lifeless eyes staring at him, Copia poked the head a few times before determining that Sister was telling the truth.

"Uhhh… Sister….. why do you… why do you even have this?." The Cardinal asked as you helped him up from the floor making a face as he passed you the fake head, to your surprise it was heavy, made of wax. looking across the room you saw a child basketball hoop suctioned up to the door, you looked from the head to the hoop and back… you wondered if you could… no… no you shouldn't… but the noise you pictured the head making as it hit the floor almost made you laugh.

Luckily Sister took the fake Terzo head before the intrusive thoughts won you over, handing it back to Copia. "We also need to discuss your first tour, album, and how things are going to work and go, and the budget, now as for the ghoul masks there isn't much time to come up with a redesign but we have made a slight alteration to them alongside producing one specifically for the ghoulettes." Both you and the Cardinal stared at her not being able to believe that she had said that all in one breath.

"Now! Pictures!." She called out making Copia jump a little almost dropping Terzo's head, sitting back you watched as Sister moved him around positioning him like some living doll. He gave small noises of discomfort a random 'ow' here and there, which was sometimes accompanied by a 'god dammit'. "Now Cardi I need you to look angry and serious." He tried but ended up looking like an awkward mess, Nihil's laughter in the background didn't help him either. "Come on…Uhg!… god damn it Cardi more anger!." "I can't Sister!, I can't fake that level of-."

"Bello." You called to him catching his attention quickly. "Think of that night Terzo flirted with me." Copia was silent for a moment remembering. Terzo's smart ass comments, the insults that were directed at him… the way that Stronzo put his arm around you so freely… Oh….oh that did it, the look Copia gave was deadly, serious, and dangerous. "Perfect Cardi!, perfect." Sister spoke as she took the photos an additional one that had Nihil in the background. You had to shift in your chair and swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth or you'd be drooling. the intense stare of your Cardinals eyes… sweet Satan you were wet.

As soon as the photos were done Copia sauntered across the room stopping when he stood in front of you. The Cardinal's gloved hands cupped both your cheeks his lips meeting yours, kissing you with enough force to pin you and the chair back against the wall. You silently thanked Lucifer that the chair was against the wall or you knew both of you would have taken a tumble from the force, this kiss was an act of dominance.

He was silently telling you, you were his and he'd allow no other to have you or touch you and damn it, it made you weak. When Sister finally let you both leave, happy with the results Copia practically dragged you to the nearest free hidden space which happened to be one of the supply closets.

Once inside you turned from him to lock the door you didn't get a chance to turn around, Copia was already pressed against your back. You made a soft noise of discomfort as his grucifix dug into you, Copia pulled the chained symbol from around his neck and hung it onto one of the supply shelves.

"B-babe-." You gasped as you felt him grinding against your ass, his cassock doing little to hide his thick arousal, Copia's gloved hands slid down your sides until he gripped your soft thick hips hard enough to no doubt leave marks behind.

"Forgive me bene mio," Copia spoke against the back of your ear. "But that thought has done more to me than just anger me." His voice was thick with lust and need. "I need you right now Tesoro." Copia's hand came up to cup your clothed breasts squeezing them tightly through the fabric of your habit, his gloved fingers rolling over your clothed hard nipples before leaving them to take hold of your wrists lifting and placing your hands on the door.

"Don't move piccolina." The Cardinal spoke as he lowered himself behind you his gloved hands sliding up your legs slowly, lifting the skirt of your habit with it. Your face was dusted red as your Cardinal moved you just a little so that you were leaning, enough so that your skirt would rest on your lower back and not fall back down. A shaky breath passed your lips as you felt the leather of his gloves slide over your clothed ass. "So full and beautiful…." "Copia…" you whined quietly. "Shush principessa." You could hear him inhale as he breathed in your scent, his fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down exposing your perfect round ass and pussy to him, your face grew warmer as you heard him growl quietly. "Bellissima."

You were about to speak his name again your mouth opened however the only thing that came out was a strangled gasp as you felt his tongue slide along your wet slit. Your Cardinal's hands moving from your hips his thumbs parting the soft lips of your pussy. His tongue danced against your opening moving up, down, and side to side.

"Oh…Oh fuck Copia." You gasped your legs parting a bit more on instinct the move getting an appreciative growl from your Cardinal, as he dined on you. His hands moved away from you to tug at his belt, you heard the pulling of his zipper as his erection sprung free from his pants. Pulling back he palmed your sex covering his hand with both his saliva and your slick to use, the thought of it made your inner walls clench as you heard the slick noises from both his tongue swirling inside of you and the wet leather as he stroked his engorged length.

Your moans were joined by his muffled ones as you were approaching your end, you could feel that pressure starting to wind up inside of you like a spring about to pop.

Finally, with the last flicker of his tongue against your sensitive clit you came. Your hand cupped over your mouth as you pushed back against that wonderfully talented tongue moaning his name. Copia cleaned up the mess dripping along your legs while you came down from your pleasure high.

Panting you felt Copia stand up behind you, his throbbing erection bouncing against your wet folds.

"C-Condom?." You asked breathlessly, it was a good thing you were turned away from him or you would have seen the man desperately searching himself for protection, only to realize that he didn't have any on him. his harsh 'Ah shit' answered your question, you could feel him throb against your clit making you bite your lip.

For Copia, he was so hard that it was starting to hurt and drive him crazy, almost pushing him to the brink of actually risking pumping his seed into you or trying the pullout method. "Cara Mia I don't have any on me, but I need you so bad." His voice was low and sounded pleading hoping you would give in.

"Don’t talk nonsense.." You whispered looking back at him. "M-Mi dispiace, Sorella." He muffled against your shoulder leaning up you moved enough so that the skirt of your habit fell back down, well somewhat the fabric had hooked onto your Cardinals erected cock making him gasp and give an involuntary buck of his hips.

"I can simply return the favor" you giggled. "Eh..?" Sinking to your knees Copia wheezed as he watched your sinful tongue lick at the tip of his cockhead pressing against his slit. "Ah-… at least one of us is thinking with the correct h-EAD!." Copia gasped loudly as you sucked him in completely his tip nestled lovingly inside your throat his hands going to rest on the door.

"M-Merda, ragazza birichina, si…cara ." Copia gasped out one hand leaving the door only to weave itself into your hair as you sucked him, it didn't take long for him to reach his end having been so worked up. Copia pinned your head against the door with his hips as he came his hot sticky seed hitting the back of your throat in thick ropes, Copia's head laid back his biretta falling and landing on the floor.

Slowly he pulled back his softening cock falling free from your mouth a thin line of spittle and cum connected your lips to him, breaking in seconds to land on your chin. Copia's hands moved to stuff himself back into his pants as you pulled your panties back into place.

A giggle left your mouth as your Cardinal wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you against himself, his head dipping to press a kiss to your lips tasting the faint hint of himself on them. Before the kiss could deepen and require a 'round 2' you both left out of the supply closet hand in hand.

Time seemed to move at a fast pace again in the blink of an eye it was the night before your Cardinal's first tour. Stepping out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist Copia went over everything.. or tried to his nerves were starting to show. "Eh… keys.. keys… where the hell-. " "Hanging up Caro." You spoke from your place on the couch looking at one of Marmalade's new babies watching the little pink bean crawl around in your hand, you and Copia were still thinking about names he had already named one 'Rolie Polie' given the baby rat always liked to roll around. Getting up you gently placed the baby back with its mother after affectionately naming the little life 'Gelato', closing the cage you turned to face him, your man currently fast-paced walking through the dorm room in nothing but fuzzy slippers and a towel around his waist cursing in his native tongue. You made your way to your Cardinal your hands being placed on his shoulders.

"Copia, just breathe okay? and besides I think the keys should be the last of your worries I mean, hun you aren't even dressed yet." Copia froze for a moment and looked down at himself seeing only a towel wrapped around his waist for the moment, once he acknowledged it the thing fell onto the floor leaving the poor man in nothing but those fuzzy slippers.

"Cara Mia." The words were spoken in utter defeat as your Cardinal rested his forehead against yours with a sigh passing his lips, there was a lot on his mind. The tour, how the masses and followers would react knowing full well that Terzo had been a fan favorite, how he was going to get control of the ghouls and ghoulettes given the fact he hadn't earned his unholy skull paint yet, and then there was you…

He would have to be away from you for so long what if something happened? What if someone hurt you? Went after you? what if someone….better came along…someone more handsome… less awkward? You saw him staring off in the distance again in silent panic, frowning you placed your hands on his cheeks making him look and focus on you. "Copia, everything will be fine, okay?" "But sorella-" "No buts."

You could see the turmoil in his eyes, this was something he wanted but also he didn't want to leave your side. That was when it hit you the memory of his words at the hotel weeks back…

" Each time I thought a sorella or fratello loved me, and wanted to be with me they always chose Terzo or Secondo.." It made your heart ache for him and you couldn't be mad at him for assuming or thinking you'd leave him given that was all he knew, what he'd been through, for a moment you wondered…

Just how many times had your Cardinal's trust been broken? how many times had he wept over rejection? how many tears had he shed alone?

It made your bottom lip wobble thinking about this man before you curled up in bed crying with a broken and battered heart just wanting to be loved, to love, and to matter. With no warning, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace hearing him gasp in surprise. "C-Cara?." Copia asked looking down at you his eyes widening when he saw the shine of unshed tears in your eyes. "Dolcezza, what is wrong? Are you alright? did I step on your foot?." He asked looking down only to be taken by surprise as your lips met his once again, this kiss had him freeze in his spot… the amount of passion that you had placed in this kiss, the amount of love you had for your Cardinal, baring your feelings so easily had even shocked you a little bit.

His arms wrapped around you hugging you tight against his naked chest while your hands slid up to rest on his shoulders. Copia slowly walked you back until you felt the cool of the wall press against you. Soft hums were shared into the kisses. "Mmmm.. you know, Tesoro I am going to be gone for a while… I'm going to miss this lovely body of yours from the top of your pretty head to the tips of your dainty toes… let me have tonight, tonight to worship you Principessa."

Your Cardinal whispered as he kissed his way from your lips to your throat, with those soft kisses you both worked your way down the hall to the bedroom. Copia gently laid you down on the bed his slippers had been kicked off by the door leaving the man naked and at attention. You gave a pleased sigh as you felt his hands trace your clothed frame before slowly removing those clothes one garment at a time. His moves were slow, hungry mismatched green, and white eyes were filled with desire as your skin was bared to him. He was only undressing you but your heart was racing, your face warm it felt so intimate as he stared down at you.

When your chest was bare each heavy breast laid to the side, the way he stared at you in awe, as if you were a priceless portrait made your face flush even more. A veil of shyness fell over you as your hands moved over your chest covering yourself from his view, your face turned away from him. The move only got a chuckle from Copia as his hand gently cupped your cheek turning your attention back to him. "Why do you hide from me principessa?."

Right, why hide from him? he'd seen your body before and it's not like it was your first time with him but.. the way he looked at you, not even Secondo looked at you like that. "I… I.." You spoke but couldn't form a reason nor a sentence and you didn't fight him as your Cardinal took possession of your wrists moving your hands away from your breast. "Bellezza, you have the body of a goddess." Copia's voice was above a whisper as he leaned in pressing a soft kiss to the center of your chest before selecting a nipple to take between his lips. Suckling on the erect tip, that sinful tongue of his swirling around it before switching to the other to show it an equal amount of attention. Leaning back his hands kneaded your breast feeling how soft and warm they were in his grip. "Cara mia you have such soft warm perfect breasts" He whispered squishing the mounds together so he could take both of your nipples into his mouth at once.

The move got a gasp from you feeling his tongue lavish both at once. "A…Ah, shit-" You gasped your hands gripping the bed sheets below as Copia continued his relentless attack on your poor sensitive nipples. Finally, with a wet pop he let them go making your head fall back against the pillow your eyes closed. You felt his lips and nose brush down the length of your abdomen. "So soft and lovely." He pressed a flurry of kisses against your belly making you giggle and laugh out his name before he moved on to rid you of your skirt and panties. You watched his eyes roll back as they closed while taking a deep inhale of your scent. "Sorella… your scent alone makes me harder than stone." He muttered having the erection to prove it, the organ visibly throbbing the veins running along the side and bottom were more pronounced. You opened your mouth to speak but were shushed by him. "Ah, ah shush shush, tesoro." Copia smiled you were about to speak when he flopped his face between your legs pushing his tongue as deep inside of you as he could get, making all the words that were about to leave your mouth turn into a long-winded moan.

He ate you like you were his last meal, like a man that had been stranded in the desert for weeks and your cunt was the water he desperately craved, his mouth made your hips arch up against his face as you called out for him. "Copia!." You moaned your moans only increased as he added his fingers to the mix, the Cardinal slipping his middle and index fingers into you thrusting them in and out as fast as he could driving you crazy. You couldn't even make a sentence as you wiggled and squirmed crying out in pleasure, It was all over for you once he latched onto your clit while his fingers continued to be thrust into you. "I..I… Car… Cum!."

You yelled out as your body spasmed your mouth a gape in a silent scream, Copia drank you in his tongue lapping at your entrance getting as much of your release as he could your walls throbbed, and your legs shook after such a strong orgasm. Moving up along your body his lips pressed against yours groaning as his cock throbbed and bounced against your wet lips, reaching over Copia pulled at the nightstand drawer which pulled the lamp cord making the thing fall onto the floor. "Ah shit" He muffled against your lips while his hand frantically dug around in the drawer for a condom.

Blindly passing the opened box he gave a grumble. "Where is it?" Reaching further his fingers finally felt the edge of one of the foil packages that was in the back of the drawer. Copia pulled it out with a 'taa-daa' making you giggle.

Opening the package he rolled it over his erection. Leaning back the Cardinal lifted one of your legs to rest against his shoulder while he guided his cock to your heat, as soon as his cock head touched your warmth his head fell back with a pleased sigh as your pussy welcomed him inside.

Your hands moved to rest on his abdomen once he was completely inside of you, Copia bit his bottom lip looking down at you seeing that pretty face twisted into pleasure, there was still the feeling of overwhelming joy that you chose him. "Così bella, sei pronta cara mia?." He asked his voice shaky with both desire and need. Nodding you gasped as he pulled almost completely out, only to push back into you making you moan his name, your hands grabbing onto the bed sheets below.

In no time you both found a rhythm moving together until Copia practically pinned your knees to your chest, his lips parted panting as he slammed into you with more force. Words were lost to both of you replaced with moans, groans, and grunts of pleasure. Letting go of your legs Copia leaned over you his half-lidded mismatched eyes staring into yours as he fucked you, your arms wrapped around him pulling your Cardinal into a kiss.

"Fuck baby I'm close!." You moaned feeling the pressure build up right to the edge. "Sì, sì, yes cum cara mia cum all over my cock!." Copia groaned as his thrusts became more erratic his brow furrowed and eyes closed as he lost himself in the heat of pleasure, doing all he could to keep hearing your pretty cries the bed creaking loudly you swore you heard a crack. When you came everything around you faded away into a bright light, your hearing muffled as you felt wave after wave of orgasmic bliss run up and down your body, you heard the faint cry of your Cardinal as he came the condom catching his sticky hot seed. You were still in a daze when he collapsed on top of you, your arms lazily wrapped around him holding him there while you both savored the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Copia was reluctant to move from you but he knew he couldn't just lay there not like that at least, he pulled out of you slowly disposing of the condom, and grabbed you both a drink and a bag of chips from the cabinet once he returned to the bed you snuggled up talking and munching before settling in for the night in each other's arms.

Finally, daylight came, and with daylight came the departure of the band on their tour. As equipment was being loaded Copia was checking over the last few items just making sure he had everything they needed. The last of the instruments that needed to be loaded into the trailer was Mountain's drum set, of course you were there to bid your Cardinal goodbye for now, Copia took your hands into his.

"Well tesoro, this is it…" "Copia," she spoke his name lovingly your hand cupping his cheek. "It's only for a few months, not forever." "But a few months will feel like forever Cara." Your Cardinal argued to which you only giggled his name before leaning in to capture his lips. "Copia you have a cellphone correct?." "Sì, it is old, but still works, why?." "Can you video chat on it?" "Yes, Sorella where is this going?." "Duh, silly! we can video chat while you're on the road!." Copia's eyes lit up. "Oh!, why didn't I think of that." "Because you were too busy overthinking and overreacting." you sang out the words before laughing as Copia placed his hands on his hips trying to think of a comeback or anything for that matter, but nothing came to mind the only thing that passed his lips was a defeated sounding 'god damnit'. You both jumped as the bus roared to life. "Come on Cardinal!." Dew shouted while hanging out the door only to be yanked back in by Mountain for a small lecture about safety. "Cara Mia." He started. "I will call you when we reach the hotel." Copia smiled as he gently pulled you against himself for a tight hug, holding you for a good few minutes to memorize how you felt in his arms. His lips found yours the kiss deep and soft, it would be the last one for the next couple of months after all and your Cardinal wanted to savor it. Dew jumped in front of the driver and slammed on the horn making the new front man grumble. "Until then, bene mio." "Until then, amore" you replied watching as your Cardinal's face went two shades of red a large goofy grin on his face, he watched you even as Dew grabbed his arm and made the man stumble back before getting dragged onto the bus.

"Così bella, sei pronta cara mia?." - "So beautiful, are you ready my dear?." Principessa - princess Piccolina - little one Bene mio - my happiness "M-Merda, ragazza birichina, si…cara ." - “S-Shit, naughty girl, yes…dear.”

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Smudged Mirrors

|| Tl;dr Morning routine softness with Secondo. :) This is just an older work from my ao3 that I thought I would bring over here!

There are many terrible things in this world. The shrill blare of an alarm clock ripping you from your dreams among the worst offenders. Waking to find that the bed has already gone empty and cold, another. The entire room felt quiet and solemn as if it too was mourning the absence of your beloved. The thick blankets quickly grew too cold to be comfortable any longer and remnants of sleep still clung to your senses as you slowly sat up with a renewed dedication to seek out a new source of warmth.

The scent of spiced soap and a lingering mist from the shower wafted through the partially open bathroom door, a testament to Secondo’s stubborn refusal to sleep in on nearly any day. It was a gentle reminder of the countless mornings when you had woken up together, the sound of falling water mingling with laughter and shared tenderness.

After attempting to gather your thoughts, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and made your way towards the bathroom, the rhythmic sound of falling water growing louder with each step. The antique wooden wardrobe looked untouched as you passed by it. You paused to pull out Secondo’s Papal robes and the cassock he often preferred to wear underneath before folding them neatly on the bed and continuing on. Upon pushing the door open, you were met with the sight of steam billowing around the room, cloaking the space in a misty haze.

“I may be aging but I’m not deaf yet. I can still hear your attempts to sneak up on me, amore mio.” Even with his back turned towards you, you could hear the smirk in his voice despite his stern tone. Water droplets still dribbled over his skin as he moved while the steam swirled around him, seemingly dancing in tune with a silent melody.

“I would’ve thought all those concerts would’ve done you in.”

Secondo paid no mind to your witty comment, instead continuing on as if he hadn’t been interrupted at all.

“Were you sleeping well? You didn’t budge when I got up.”

“I was. That is until I was left alone in the arctic cold of silk sheets.” Your retort came with maybe a little more sass than necessary as you lifted yourself to sit on the counter.

Secondo hummed softly, the deep rumble building in his chest as he leaned over to thread his fingers through your messy bed head.

“Hmmm. I suspect you’ll survive, you appear plenty lively to me.” His words were muffled against your hair as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. For once you decided to remain quiet when you felt him smile against you.

After a few silent minutes, Secondo pulled away to return to his routine and you quickly grew bored. You twisted around, leaning in closer to the water covered mirror and reached a hand out to draw a shape against its reflective surface. Only after you had placed your initials next to a small heart were you interrupted.

“Those stay there, you know. Smudges, after the fog is gone.” He grumbled softly before swiping a razor against his cheek once more. His eyes only flickered to you before refocusing on the task of shaving. The dedication to precision and attention to detail were always present, even in the simplest of moments. A roll of your eyes was the only reaction you gave in to. Secondo had always been much more of a perfectionist, although it was admittedly respectable.

Pulling back from the mirror, you gracefully slipped off your perch on the counter and moved closer to him, pressing a kiss against each freshly shaven cheek. The morning routine had become a dance between the two of you, a choreography of sweet gestures and affectionate exchanges.

“Are you absolutely sure you need to go to work? And so early?” It was the same familiar question you asked him at least once a week, and that tiny sliver of hope in your voice that the ever so serious older man would take off work remained every time.

“Si, I am entirely sure. Has my answer ever changed?” Secondo’s unfaltering response only prompts you to lean back against his shoulder and clasp your hands to your chest, feigning being fatally wounded. There is a sigh at your dramatics, a kiss pressed against your temple before being waved off once more.

“You have your own work to attend to, piantagrane. Go.” You finally accepted being shooed off after a few more lingering kisses, good byes murmured softly in each other's ears before leaving the former Papa be to finish getting ready for the day yourself.

By the time you had returned to the bathroom with the intention of using up all the remaining hot water for yourself, Secondo was gone from the room. As to be expected, but still disappointing. While setting your own towels down atop the granite counter, you couldn’t help but to glance back at the small smears you had earlier left along the surface of the mirror. Papa was right, the fog had dissipated and left behind streaks of smudging. Except now it was impossible to ignore the small, cursive initials ‘S.E’ that had appeared opposite of your own.

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copiousloverofcopia · 9 months

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🎄Hey there ghesties for some late Yuletide fun here is a little something!!! 🎄

We are back again for another story featuring the adorable Sister Saccharine and her beloved Copia! A little Yuletide story for my ghestie @sistersaccharine

Thank you so much for letting me continue creating Saccharine's story with you! I hope you and everyone else enjoys!!!!

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The Dysfunctional Emeritus Christmas

Sister Saccharine takes a winter stroll when her fellow Sisters of Sin invite her to her first Yule celebration with the Emeritus family since her and Copia were wed. Shenanigans ensues when the family comes together in a way only an Emeritus dysfunctional Christmas could.

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Read below!

The snow was glistening over the fields that once held flowers. Icicles firmly established along the branches of all the trees. And wicked chill took hold in the wind as Sister Saccharine walked along the path sitting along the edge of the grounds. The western woods, just beyond, like bare bones in the cold. Not a leaf to speak of as she heard the crows cawing in the air and noticed the family of little ruby-eyed rabbits. Their white fur barely visible as they huddled together beneath the root of a tree.

Saccharine bent down to greet them. Lifting the smallest one up in her soft mittens. Watching them warming their little body asked the yarn like a hug. Her own breath, visible in the blistering cold as she spoke.

“Oh, my little one. This must be your first winter here…poor thing. You must be so cold.” she cooed, holding him gently in her hands. Saccharine, taking a moment to think before being struck with a brilliant idea. “Here... hopefully this will help.” she told him, placing the bunny back with its family. Now covered by her sacrificed mittens, help to insulate the heat of their bodies from the bitter cold.

It made her smile to see them warmed by her gift. Despite the winter solstice having taken hold, Saccharine didn’t mind the cold. Managing somewhere to be warmed from within. Her heart, so full and her pink-tinted nose, kissed by winter, nestled against the fabric of her favorite coat. Saccharine contentedly took in a deep inhale. Breathing in the scent of Copia’s cologne, still lingering there from their shopping trip from the day before, as she continued her walk.

Nothing made her happier than to think of him. Her beloved husband, for only a few short months, but already a lifetime lived between them. Her thoughts were never far from him. The dear sister, unable to control the smile that reached her lips. His voice echoing sweet nothings in the forefront of her mind.

She had often thought of him when she was alone. Even in the times when only moments had passed since they’d been together. Today was a bit different, with her thoughts occupied by the weight of Yule this year. It was to be her first Yuletide with Copia as husband and wife. Her first time as a true part of the Emeritus family, and the thought of it filled her with so much joy—and weary.

She wanted to make a good impression on them. Hoping to consult with Ren, Secondo’s Prime Mover, and her friend for many years. She had been a great mentor to Saccharine since she first arrived at the Abbey. Surely, she would be able to empathize with her, guide Saccharine as to how she could settle the nervousness in the pit of her stomach. She knew that her friend would have the exact right thing to say to calm her. It wasn’t too long after that Saccharine swore she heard her name being called. Stopping a moment to shake off her confusion before hearing it once again.

“What are you doing out here in the cold, we’ve been looking all over for you?” Prime Mover Ren called over to her. Saccharine turned to see her friends approaching her in the snow. The lot of them, bundled up in their winter best and carrying cups of hot chocolate in their hands. The rich smell, catching Saccharine’s attention as they drew closer. She instantly perked up. Ren, quick to hand her the extra cup she was carrying as Nova and Knell sipped away from their own.

“I am sorry, I must have lost track of time.” she laughed nervously, taking her first sip from her cup. The taste of the warm chocolate with a hint of cinnamon, glorious on her tongue as it filled her mouth.

“I’m honestly shocked you’re not frozen solid.” remarked Sister Knell. “You…ah…not own a pair of gloves?” she continued, noticing Saccharine’s bare cold scorched hands.

“Oh I do…well did.” she laughed.

“Never mind that Saccharine, come to Yule tonight with us!” Nova beamed, so excited to be the one to invite her. The ghoulette’s tail, swishing happily from side to side as she awaited her answer.

“You mean the ministry gathering? Isn’t that tomorrow night?” she asked her.

“What she means…” Ren continued shaking her head, “that you and Copia need to come to Secondo and I’s suite this evening for Yule celebrations. You’re an Emeritus now. This time is just for the family. Plenty of Ministry celebrations for later.”

“Oh well of course, I am sure Copia would be thrilled.”

“Indeed, now let's get you back inside before you become a snowman.” Ren laughed, wrapping her arm around Saccharine as the four of them walked back to the Abbey.

Saccharine spent the rest of the day getting ready. Outfits tossed to every inch of her and Copia’s bedroom as she searched for the perfect thing to wear. Settling on an adorable black dress with matching shawl, similar to her husband’s former cassock. Sheer tights and the most adorable black boots with matching bows. The focus of her outfit, a new blue sapphire encrusted necklace. Carefully draped over her decolletage—-a gift that Copia couldn't resist giving her early.

He watched her from the doorway. A smile, pulling at the corners of his mouth as she turned back to face him. Holding out her arms and twisting around so he would get the idea of the flow of her dress.

“What do you think?”

“You look incredible dolcezza. Most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” he replied, his words sending a blush of pink over Saccharine’s cheeks. He quickly took her in his arms, hugging her close before planting a small kiss on her forehead.

“Think they’ll like it?” she asked him, the worry unable to be fully hidden within the tone of her voice. Copia tilted her chin up to face him.

“Saccharine, they are our best friends and family…they will love you even if you wore a potato sack to dinner.” he laughed, his wife giving him a playful tap to the chest.

“I know, I know. I just want to make a good impression; you know what I mean?”

“I know. This is perfect…you are perfect. I promise.” he assured her. Saccharine, hugging him once again. Gripping him so tight, never truly wanting to let him go. This lovable, silly man who always knew the right thing to say.

Finally, hours later, they had made it. The two of them standing in wait before the door of Secondo and Ren’s Papal suite after ringing the bell. “Are you ready amore?” Copia asked her, feeling her uneasily squeezing his hand.

“Ready.” she told him, taking a deep breath. Her nerves, on edge for what may come next. When the door opened, Saccharine was awestruck. The suite was lavishly decorated. All of the Yuletide trimmings on full display. Garland lining every surface, with bright warm lights that twinkled a delicate glow. Ornate holly wreaths, hung carefully on the walls and a sprig of mistletoe in every doorway. The beautiful glow of candles, serving to fill the room with a warm ambiance which complemented the scent of poinsettias, cinnamon, and pine.

It was clear to Saccharine that Prime Mover Ren had spared no expense when it came to Yule. After all, an Emeritus celebration was always a bit of a show, but somehow, she had managed to make it still feel cozy and quaint. The warmth and inviting nature of it, reminding Saccharine of the Christmases she had back at home. A bittersweet smile sweeping across her face just as Ren spoke.

“You know the party's ALL the way inside, right?” She laughed, catching Saccharine’s attention before Copia and her finally breached the threshold of the door. “Would you both be a dear and put these candies in the stockings for the children. I have been meaning too, but I am swamped in the kitchen with dinner. Primo has taken over and has been shooing everyone but me and Knell out all afternoon." Ren told them, handing over the sack of candies to Saccharine.

“Oh…why yes of course.” Saccharine smiled. The two of them took to the mantle located in the main parlor, placing little chocolates and peppermints in each of the little ones' stockings as they carried on.

“They are so small.” Copia remarked, sending a sweet glance her way. They were, and charming just as everything else and the look on her husband’s face made Saccharine wonder if their own mantle would be home to small stockings someday. It was a small moment between them that made her heart soar as she filled the stockings. When she went to open the last of them her eyes widened in surprise. There, all curled up together and sleeping peacefully in the bottom was little Gnocchi and Rigatoni. Copia took a look for himself, placing a finger over his lips, hushing the both of them before waking the mice.

“Sweet Lucifer Secondo the sweater looks just fine, stop fussing about it already.” Ren said as she reappeared to check on them. Secondo huffed and crossed his arms as Ren went on, rolling her eyes as she tapped Copia’s shoulder. “Papa, do you think you can help us with reaching for something in the kitchen?”

“Oh course, I will be right back.” he told Saccharine as they headed into the kitchen. It made Saccharine a bit nervous to be left on her own, especially since Secondo. She never was quite sure how to approach him. It was moments like this Saccharine knew having Copia by her side always made everything seem more pleasant and comfortable.

It was the first time she had been to any gathering as an official member of the Emeritus family. Trying her best to hide her anxiety behind a soft smile, she turned to face out into the belly of the room. Immediately taking note of Secondo sitting quietly in the middle of the sofa. The former Papa was serving as both a jungle gym and lion tamer for his many children as they chased each other around the room.

All of them were brimming with excitement at the sight of their gifts, devastated that they would have to wait until after dinner to open them. It was then she noticed that Secondo and Ren wore matching sweaters, both black with sparkling holly wreaths and pentagrams. Saccharine immediately went to cover her mouth. Hiding her giggle at his grumpy, yet proud papa disposition.

The two youngest of the children were playing with Nova on the floor beside the tree. The ghoulette tangled up in the tinsel like a kitten as little Lucian clapped away. Nova was always so good with the children. Her heart was so pure, one of the best friends Saccharine had ever had.

Maybe I can relax a bit after all, Saccharine thought to herself as she took a seat opposite the bunch. Secondo, sending her a knowing nod and a welcoming smile as they both watched Nova and the children play. Suddenly from the corner of her eye, Saccharine caught sight of Sister Knell peering out from behind the door frame, leading from the kitchen. The sister’s eyes, shifting around as she snuck Nova and the children some cookies.

It was amusing to see everyone together like this. The joy of the season, reminding Saccharine just how much she loved all her friends. When she felt she wouldn't be missed, she took her leave. Deciding to check on Copia as she politely dismissed herself. “I’m gonna go see how Copia is holding up.” she smiled as she headed to the kitchen.

Immediately as she walked inside, she saw Primo shooing Knell away from the counter. “Sorella go—go. I told you I can do it myself.” he respectfully snipped, stirring the gravy in the pot as Sister Ren began making the final touches to the pies.

“Just trying to help out Peepaw…don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Knell winked. Saccharine smiled softly at her. Knell was quite the character and even though they had become fast friends, Saccharine was sometimes unsure of how to read her. Primo must have sensed this. He, better than anyone able to pick up on Saccharine’s mood. Caring for her, as her own father would have in his stead.

“It’s alright piccola…you know she won’t bite. Well maybe?” Primo laughed as Knell shrugged, handing Nova another cookie, before the two of them disappeared into the dining room to help set up the table at Ren’s request.

“Agh…it's been like this all afternoon…” Ren began as she passed by Saccharine to grab the cinnamon, “...but at least Sec and her are no longer going at it.”

“We will celebrate small favors.” Primo laughed before taking a moment to pull the turkey from the oven. Filling the air with the most mouthwatering scent of thyme, rosemary, and sage.

“I personally find it rather amusing myself—-ow!” Terzo howled, getting his hand swatted for swiping a bit of the gravy on his fingers.

“Tieni le tue mani sporche fuori da quello stronzo, non è ancora finita.” Primo hissed, furrowing his brows and shaking his wooden spoon in his brother’s direction.

“We are ready for the food!” Nova announced as she and Knell walked back into the room. Nova, taking Terzo’s hand to kiss the sore spot before he continued.

“Best part is the sweaters.” Terzo snickered under his breath, both him and Nova trying to contain their amusement.

“Alright, alright that's enough…” Ren began, motioning for her and Primo to bring the rest of the food into the dinning room. “...I’m lucky I got him dressed at all this morning. I swear the man is determined to make his own Ministry little league.” she continued sending a playful wink to Saccharine.

“Dinner children, fratello!” Primo called out as they all began making their way to the dining room. Saccharine watched as the family all filed in, each of them taking their seats. Happy faces and rumbling tummies ready for a delectable meal. As she watched them, she felt the familiar weight of arms around her waist.

“While everything for dinner smells delicious…what I am most looking forward to is dessert.” Copia purred, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. Saccharine turned to face him, her cheeks flushed by his words. “Do you see what I see?” he asked her. His eyes, calling hers to follow as they both looked up above them in the archway to see the mistletoe hanging there.

“Oh Copia, I love you so much.” She told him, waiting for him to make the first move. Her lips anticipating the sweet press of his against her.

“Amore, there is no one I would rather kiss for the rest of my life than you. Sei la mia vita, mio mondo, mio tutto. ” he confessed, closing his eyes before kissing her passionately in the archway.

“Come on now you too, dinner is getting cold.” Laughed Terzo from across the room. Both Copia and Saccharine pulled apart, playfully smiling as they approached the table. Both of their hearts, pounding. Their hands still locked together as they took their seats.

The table was a sight to behold. Its length, filled with a delightful spread of savories and sweets. It was clear that Ren and Papa Primo had worked so very hard on it. Everything made their mouths water as they all began filling their plates with the bounty of food. Just as the last roll was passed and the rest of the turkey was carved, Primo began tapping at his glass of punch. Announcing a toast for the occasion.

“May I have all your attention please.” He began, waiting for all eyes to be upon him. Even the children stopped their chatter to heed Primo’s request. Himself, more of a grandfather to them than Nihil ever could be. They loved him so very much and listened to his every word as if it were gospel. “I want to take this moment to thank our beloved Prime Mover…and Secondo, for hosting us this Yule. Such a fine spread and bountiful celebration we have here indeed.”

“Oh It’s nothing.” Ren smiled coyly as the group all lifted their glasses of wine and punch in the air.

“I want you all to know that this year we have so much to be grateful for. Lucifer has bestowed upon us a multitude of dark blessings. It is at this time we remember that through him, we find what is truly the most important in life…and most of all this year he has blessed us with a new member to the Emeritus family—-Sister Saccharine.” Primo smiled, his eyes doing their best to conceal his tears, “We welcome you to this family with open arms and wish for you and Copia nothing but all the happiness the Morning Star can provide. Nema!”

“Nema!” Everyone cheered. Saccharine immediately felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Copia, sending a squeeze of her hand before the two of them began staring into each other’s eyes. Saccharine, feeling so in love and loved by those around her.

“Here, Here! Now let's eat.” Secondo called out. All of them holding their glasses out to cheers before taking a drink. Just as the swig entered his mouth, Primo immediately spit out the punch in a comical spray to his left. Nova and Terzo, erupting with laughter at the other end of the table.

“Now that I think of it…maybe that second bottle was a bit too much.” Nova chuckled, knowing they had spiked the punch with a bit of Ghoulish rum. The whole of the room, even Primo, joined them in their amusement.

After dinner they had all gathered in the parlor. All of the children had unwrapped their presents so fast that the air filled with the sparkle of wrapping paper and ribbon. Terzo trying his best to assemble the dolls house he and Nova got little Marianna, only to have him snap the stairway while forcing the peg into the slot.

“They don't make these things to last, you know?” he nervously laughed.

“Well not when un pagliaccio such as yourself is in charge of building it.” Secondo barked, Terzo raising from the floor to meet his gaze. The two of them, quarreling like small children themselves while the real kids played, ignorant to their father and uncle’s antics, alongside them.

The night had been filled with so much charm and love. Of course Nova had gotten everyone the best gifts. Something she had a talent for, even making Secondo get choked up by his pair of platinum and emerald cufflinks. Surprised that she had remembered he'd lost his old ones quite some time ago.

After all the presents had been opened and everyone's stomachs settled, Prime Mover Ren and Sister Knell offered everyone a cup of hot chocolate. Ren, making sure she offered one to her husband, lest it find its way to his lap. Sister Saccharine had settled herself alongside Copia on the chaise. The two of them cuddled up as they listened to the crackling of the fire. The sound, just audible beyond the children's laughter.

Saccharine sighed. I don't believe I have ever had a Christmas as wonderful as this before, she thought. So excited that this would be the first of many wonderful Christmases spent at her husband's side. She sat quietly, her smile beginning to spread across her face without her realizing.

Copia took note, watching her as she took in the scene before them. Now more than ever, feeling like a true part of the Emeritus family. With all its dysfunction and chaos, but also its love and compassion. Wondering to herself how she could have ever felt nervous before as they continued to watch the children gleefully playing with their gifts. Copia took her hand in his, inspiring her to glance up at him. Tears, filling her eyes once more as they desperately tried to balance themselves along her lashes.

“Is everything alright principessa?” he asked her. Saccharine smiled, nuzzling her face against his warm chest as they cuddled together on the sofa.

“Everything is perfect…just perfect.”

Notes:

Tieni le tue mani sporche fuori da quello stronzo, non è ancora finita.- You keep your filthy mitts out of it stronzo, it's not done yet.

Sei la mia vita, mio mondo, mio tutto.- You are my life, my world, my everything.

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Praeteritum One-Shots

I’m going to level with you guys, today was ass.

So to keep content up while I work on asks and other projects, I attempted to make myself feel better by writing scenarios for drawings- which turned into me writing full fledged one- shots. Part of my job outside of freelancing is writing and editing a shit ton of papers, so I’ve been wanting to scratch that creative part of my brain in this way for a while now. I am no where near at the level of some of you amazing fanfic writers though. I did not spend a ton of time on these, so expect typos lol

Under the cut are three one-shots surrounding my Ghost Au, Praeteritum. I tried to keep them mostly fluff (since this was suppose to be therapeutic), but the spooky, horny shit bled through a bit. Your girl is a slut for a good horror movie, what can I say 🪦🔪

CW: alcohol mention, disturbing themes, 18+ ( The first one gets a tiny bit suggestive, kinda)

gif by ghoulymadge

enjoy 🖤

This Chapel of Ritual

Nihil leading morning mass was a punishment from the devil himself. The eldest Emeritus brother stared blankly at the flames that adorned the thin candles standing upon the altar. Even they danced weakly to the hymns droning out of his father’s mouth.

Primo felt a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he considered how easy it would be to ignite the entire altar in unholy flame. To grip his father with terror upon the realization that the son he thought a disappointment to the bloodline was driven by silent ire. This flirtation caused those small flames to be briefly tinted red, only to return to their warm glow as Primo calmed himself with a slow exhale, barely noticable. Satanas was raging in him. His hands tightened in their clasp of eachother as he remembered the ritual he performed not hours ago last night. Blood like ice upon his skin as the night air swept through his own place of sacrament, the chants of the siblings nearly drowned by the screams of the sacrifice and the unholy howling of his ghouls in reverence for their fallen angel.

Eliza placed her hand on his and immediately Primo was pulled from his thoughts. Turning his head to her, his eyes softened. He could see the way her brow furrowed, lips pressed in a thin line. She worried so much. Lifting her hand to his mouth, Primo placed a soft kiss on her first and second knuckle, never breaking eye contact with his beloved.

He was fine.

This didn’t convince Eliza completely as she reached up to cup his cheek, minding the paint on his face. The tired latin that filled the church was merely background noise now as Primo chuckled quietly, turning to kiss her palm, then her wrist, still holding her gaze.

“Papa, you’re getting distracted.” Elizabeth leaned in to whisper to him, voice like silk. The faint scent of his own garden on her habit. It marked her as his more than the scarlet vestments that hugged her waist and breasts like sin itself.

“Forgive me. Could you repeat what he said to me, Amore? I’ll need you to lean a little closer to me.” he purrs against her neck. Suddenly her cool flesh seemed very enticing to bite.

“Primo-” Eliza hissed and pushed him back, a flustered smile painted on her face as she looked away and tried to compose herself. Her hand still held his, if not tighter now, longing to feel even a part of him against her. The color pink on his wife’s cheeks was more satisfying than any display of Hellfire to Papa Emeritus I.

Child of Her Grave

Afternoon mass with Secondo was far more pleasant. Primo had a different vantage point from his seat behind Papa on the pedestal from which he preached, where his brother allowed him to sit out of respect for the previous papa.

Contrary to what you may assume, Primo was incredibly proud of his family. Papa Secondo demanded respect with even the slightest breath he took. His gaze was sharp and decisive, resting upon his clergy in completely control and authority over the space. His eyes hunted for those brave enough to meet his gaze, those hungry for knowledge, sharing in his own desire to enrapture themselves in the gravity of the divine wisdom of Lucifer. His voice never faltered, balancing grace and power in a captivating dance.

Beside Papa Secondo stood Cardinal Emeritus Terzo. His Eminence stood with such ease as if he were within his own quarters, holding eye contact with a similar but secondary power to Secondo, always challenging but never quite crossing the line over the chain of command. Yet every eye within the pews spared a glance at the youngest Emeritus at least once. Terzo’s own eyes flicking every now and again to Papa’s Quintessence ghoul, who stood on the step below him. The demon was a terrifying sight within the moody light of the church, tail swaying slowly, arms folded nearly behind his back to hide his claws, but doing little hide the flex in his biceps. The raw strength of the ghoul intimidating enough as it, only added to with the sight of the mask that hid large fangs and piercing eyes. Omega, arguably the most powerful ghoul below ‘Alpha’, tilted his head slightly towards Terzo in a silent warning, causing the youngest Emeritus’ smirk to grow. The bastard winking at the hellish creature with a gaul that only an incarnation of Asmodeus could possess.

Primo couldn’t help but sigh through his nose as Terzo, for what must have been the fourteenth time, subtly drank from the communion wine. He had only started to keep track of this when he noticed Terzo refill the goblet a third time. Primo found it hard to be upset though when he saw Terzo pass the glass over to Cardinal Copia, who had seem particularly anxious prior to the mass. With at minimum a whole bottle of wine being drank between the two of them at this point, Copia was noticeably relaxing. Standing easier and allowing the thribble to sway easily without a stutter from his shaking hands. Terzo had the side of his arm pressed to Copia’s, connecting them side by side, as they’ve been for decades. Terzo was not a pure being of cold carnal desire, for those he was truly close to he took great care of. A sadness settled in Primo’s chest as his gaze rested on the two princes of the church, wishing he had raised three little brothers instead of two.

That sadness discipated when he noticed where Copia was looking rather intently now. A new sister sat near the front. Wide blue eyes eager to learn and take in Papa’s every word. Sister Natalia had taken her final vows not 6 months prior after leaving her previous faith, and Primo was already impressed with her progress in her studies. He was deeply grateful for the help that Sister Natalia provides for his Prime Mover Elizabeth, often helping with the children in the clergy, the ghouls, and his garden. He may be old, but he recognizes the look in Copia’s eyes, enraptured by the woman. When she finally turned to him, the two locked eyes, and Natalia’s face flushed. The rumors about a cardinal with the ex- Catholic sister that drifted around the church seemed to be true, but the Cardinal they pinned the rumors on was wrong. Terzo had his eyes else where, and seemed to be very interested in egging on Copia with his little infatuation. He gently nudged his poor friend, causing Copia to jump a bit out of his love struck daze. Terzo leaned in to whisper into his ear, and whatever he said made the usually mousy cardinal about as red as his cassock, glaring at Terzo’s shit eating grin. Primo’s fondness only grew when Secondo’s sudden sharp command for the church to rise in worship made both cardinals jump.

Sister Natalia stood hastily as well, brushing her bangs out of her face briefly. She turned to look for guidance from his wife, Eliza, who just nodded gently to her. A small, knowing smile on her own face.

Beside his Prime Mover stood Sister Diana. The ever beautiful nun gazing up at her Papa. Her green eyes as intense as his words, yet her presence as calming and sound as ever. She complimented the energy of Secondo without even trying. Primo could imagine his brother was eyeing her, as he allowed a pause to fall upon his prayer for a moment, before resuming with a slight edge to his tone that could be caused by a slight smile.

A small presence stirred beside Diana, antsy for Papa to hurry up and finish the sermon at this point. Little Bellamy stood beside her mother with large, willful eyes that reminded Primo far too much of his fratellino when he was her age.

Eliza let her hand rest on Bellamy’s head affectionately. He could see the ache in her eyes. It tugged his heart as much as hers. They both longed for a child. He desired nothing more than to be a father with his chosen unholy mother to raise the Old One’s son together. There were times where his envy for his brother evoked that silent ire in him. Secondo expressed affection quietly, nearly unnoticeably. But Primo had no doubt that he loved his daughter.

His niece, his little flower. The light that almost never got a chance to grace him.

Primo still remembered that night. Secondo has been his cardinal at the time of his papalcy. Secondo was as stubborn and self driven as ever. As Papa at the time, he had admittedly been frustrated with his brother many times for this reason, often butting heads as Secondo struggled under authority. But even when he was a boy, Primo never recalled having seen his brother cry. His cardinal came to him very late, knocking on his chambers. The irritation of having to drag himself from the warmth of his bed, opening the door with a harsh yank, shattered at the sight of Cardinal Secondo, shaking, eyes glassed over with tears. He didn’t move or say anything as he clutched the body of a woman in his arms. What was once a woman, now a mutilated corpse. He recognized the star pendenant as Diana when he saw it.

Secondo has never, and may never be exclusive to anyone, but Primo was one of the few who knew he shared a particular affection for this sister.

“Help me.” For as long as he lives, Primo never wishes to hear that broken tone in his brother’s voice again.

The resurrection had been difficult, for the state of her body was poor. It still angers the eldest Emeritus that they never found the ghoul that did this to her. Secondo was relentless. His strength and attention during the ritual, commanding yet abiding the lords of hell to raise the woman from her grave, screaming into the night under the moon. The habit Diana wears now hides the exposed bones, but never masks her majesty.

The proof that Secondo had been over joyed by his love returning is now 7 years old. Copia’s ghouls, Sodomizer and Swiss, sat in the row behind Bellamy and her mother. The hybrid fire ghouls flashing their fangs at her playfully as she tried to catch one of their tails. Her eyes lit up when a larger ghoul sat beside them; the apprentice of Omega, Aether. Primo could faintly hear her gleefully greet him.

“Hi Eef.” She chirps and waves. Aether’s ears perked up happily at her despite the other ghouls sneering. The infernal creatures never really scared her.

Suffer Little Princess

“Bellamy, who is that over there, cara?” Terzo held Bellamy in his arms, lifting the pitch in his voice slightly to get her attention.

The girl gasped. “Omega Man!!” She beamed as the Quintessence ghoul approached them. The large demon let out a low huff, black smoke leaking from the infestissumam mask that her Papa placed upon him. He acted irritated by the name, but the fondness he had for his cardinal’s niece was given away in his tone.

“Hello kit.” The voice of the ghoul rumbled deeply. Violet eyes shifting from her to Terzo. “Your Eminence, may I have you for a moment? There is a business matter we need to discuss in private.”

Terzo’s eyes darkened at that as he smirked, humming, “Very well.”

Bellamy was less than happy with this. “Zio Terzo you just finished working. You said you would watch a movie with me.” Oh her furious eyes, bewitching as they were adorable.

“Oh, mio cara, I promise, I’ll be thirty minutes tops…. Maybe 25, its been a while.” he winks at Omega. Terzo smiles at her before the little girl could express her confusion at that comment.

“Why don’t you go find Copia and Sister Natalia. I think they’re in the garden, Omega and I will meet you there when our little meeting is over.” he assured. Terzo kissed her temple sweetly before setting her down.

“Ok…” she huffs. “Don’t take too long please. Zia Eliza is teaching me how to hex people.” Bellamy glared up at her uncle with all the might of a seven year old girl. Terzo only giggled at this, side eyeing Omega.

“Amy be nice, Omega has performance anxiety during business meetings.” The man cooed towards the large demon, which earned him a low warning growl.

“We won’t take long, kit.”

The breeze rested gently against the meadow outside the ministry. Bellamy went out as she was told, wading through that tall grass that almost reached past her waist. This was her favorite place to be. The warmth of the sun on her skin felt lively compared to the chill inside the church, making her hope to see the small ghoulette, Sunshine, that would often follow Cardinal Copia around. The scent of the flowers reminding her of her Zia Eliza. The fresh earth reminding her of Mountain showing her how to plant herbs, and running barefoot near the edge of the ministry grounds.

Lost in her own little world, Bellamy was pleasantly distracted by the garden. It was only after she looked up did she see the ghoul that was staring at her from some distance away. The blank expression of its dull, gray mask stark against the vibrant colors of the garden. This was one of her Nonno’s ghouls. Bellamy had never actually met one of them before. She couldn’t recall why exactly either. She was never told not to go near them, yet she’d never been introduced to one either, which Papa made sure to do in order to demonstrate who she amongst the creatures. Bellamy had only ever seen one of Nihil’s ghouls in passing, usually accompanied by the old man himself. There was no reason for her not to be happy about a potential new friend. There was no reasons she should be scared.

“Ciao! What’s your name?” Standing now to greet the ghoul with a bright grin. Bellamy was met with a very loud silence. The breeze had stopped. The birds even ceased their conversations. The light from the sun seemed unnatural, way too saturated. As if her eyes were straining.

Her smile slowly drooped from her face at this. Bellamy felt - weird. She wasn’t sure what she felt, but it was uncomfortable. Her little chest started hammering as she stared at the ghoul. She could see it’s eyes. They were actually very clear behind the black holes of the mask. It didn’t look right. She knew all the ghouls wore masks, but the eyes were too visible, like there was no shadow behind the holes. Just two, dead looking eyes staring at her. Like the mask was it’s face. Like the eyes were detached from the ghouls head and sticking out of the holes of the mask even.

“Please go away.” Her voice came out so small. Bellamy’s own eyes stung as she stared at the ghoul, frozen in her place. Her chest squeezing and making it feel hard to breath. If she moved it would move. If she looked away it would get her. She wanted to scream. Despite not being able to look away, she could see in the corners of her vision one - two - four more of Nihil’s ghouls.

‘Papa’ was silently mouthed from her quivering lips, tears now falling down her cheeks. A shaky gasp slipped out of her throat, out of her control. That is when the ghoul she had first seen snapped. Sprinting towards her inhumanly fast across the yards away it had been standing.

The ghoul was now just twenty feet- tent- five- Her body moved on its own as she grabbed a sharp stone off the ground and hurled it at full force against the demon’s head. This stunned the creature for just a moment, as she grabbed another rock and tried going for its eyes this time-

But a scream finally tore itself from Bellamy’s body as she awoke on the couch. Copia, Terzo, and several very alarned ghouls all woke up as well from where they had passed out during the night.

“Cazzo- dolcezza what’s wrong??” Copia stampered while Terzo’s arms locked around her shaking form and scooped her up into his lap to check on her. They might want to rethink the horror movie marathons before bed while baby sitting. Sister Diana is going to be pissed.

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delulluart · 10 months

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WIP tag game!

Big thanks to @ramblingoak for tagging me!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

"actual" wips (aka: have actually started these beyond the sketch phase and I'll realistically finish them at some point); partially nsfw; does not include commissions I'm currently working on

mustache+sideburns+ponytail popia,

retirement beard secondo,

wackencopia

random cardi singing

cardi with a toddler ghoulette,

year zero popia in orange!

christmas sweater popia

pointy finger terzito

backseat fun with popia

accidental thirst trap copia

intense singing popia

furiosa my beloved (yes i do other stuff than ghost too, hehe),

gentleman jack aka me vs the damn coat

random stuff from my to-do list that i havent started actively working on yet (only sketches); partially nsfw

ghaseballpopia

antichrist transformation series (5x)

secondo in white suit

bubble bath secondo

papa's eyes series 6x

Cirrus/Copia eating out 2x

Copia/Marian eating out

Open shirt, suspenders, messy hair, love bites terzo

sad hands thingy series

suspenders primo

Dew/Copia domestic squish

Secondo shower fun thingy

naked face cardinal

primo with burning cross staff

ilja repin redrawing with imperator and copia oh no

stubble copia

vampire terzo sniffing a neck

Stay part 2

dracopia biting someones neck

tummy out stretches

papas without facepaint

kazoooooo

soft secondo cuddles

various nakey cardinals

(satan help me I need more time)

tagging @gravehags @anamelessfool @youwouldntlietopapa @copiasjuicebox

#tagging game #it talks #wip

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mcklunkers · 1 year

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The last of the edited Mushy May Ghost prompts so far!

28- Sharing Clothes w/ Terzo

“Is that my shirt?”

Leah could practically hear the smirk in Terzo’s voice as he came into her office in the infirmary, throwing his feet up on her sofa.

It absolutely was his shirt. One of Copia’s ghouls had over indulged at the album release party a few nights prior and had ruined her work uniform when he finally came in for help that morning, and the third Papa’s shirt was the only piece of clothing in her office. It was quite a nice shirt – a little too long on her, but unreasonably soft and smelling like his cologne. Her collection of his shirts was rapidly grown by quick trysts in her office, and she had zero regrets.

“Maybe, but you can’t prove it Terz.”

“Amore, I have literally been looking for that shirt for a week. You HELPED me look for it!”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

He rolled his eyes – it had become a staple in their relationship at this point. She would steal clothing, he would look for it, she would wear it, he would call her out, she would deny it. Rinse and repeat. Yet somehow, he still seemed surprised by the outcome years later.

He rose, seemingly floating upright as he launched his weight onto one leg and spun towards the desk. It seemed it was a casual day – his hair was loose and product-less, he was free from his paints, his black jeans and boots complimented by the old band shirt, and the purple flannel wrapped around his waist was frankly unfair. He was hot, he knew he was hot, and he wasn’t above using it to his advantage. His smirk found its way back onto his face as she looked him up and down, eyes darkening. He circled the desk, encroaching into her space and placing a hand under her chin and nudging it up until she met his gaze. He leaned in and her eyes closed, and he kissed her. It was slow and sensual, and she soon stood in his embrace, craving to be closer to his touch.

He hoisted her onto the desk and stood between her legs, his arms reaching for the hem of the shirt. In her distracted state she didn’t think twice as it was pulled off, until he stepped back – brandishing the shirt like a trophy. He turned it inside out and showed the tag.

While he complained about it often, an upside to not growing since your teen years is that, as Primo labelled all of his younger brothers clothes to stop the arguments, the tags still brandished his name. Which he had no qualms about rubbing in his beloveds face.

“See amore? Mine.”

She sighed, caught once again as she moved to the closet in the office that she shared with the sister who ran the apothecary, rummaging for another. Then she realised she could win. She could have his comfy shirts forever in one move.

“It’s okay Terz, if you want it you can have it back. I can just wear this one.”

The colour drained from the former Papa’s face as she pulled a T-Shirt he knew to be Secondo’s out of her co-workers side of the storage.

As she went to put her arms in the sleeves, she could hear the rapid footsteps before the hand had even ripped the shirt out of her grasp with a frantic “No, no, no, no, no, you can wear mine amore.”

With a smile, she put the shirt back on, his arms wrapping around her and his head resting in the crook of her neck.

“Mine.”

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus #terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #terzo x oc #the band ghost fanfic

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earthry · 1 year

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Papas and a Reader with Depression (Headcanons)

The Papas and if they had a beloved struggling with depression. Sending love to all my readers, take care.

sfw, tw depression, hurt/comfort, self indulgent, disclaimer this is all based on my own experience with my depression and anxiety— other experiences may be different.

Primo

When you have trouble getting out of bed, he'll leave some calming tea by your bedside table. Sometimes it's lavender, sometimes its chamomile. He'll wait for you to tell him what you need, not wanting to overwhelm or crowd you.

If you want alone time, he’ll leave with a soft kiss to your forehead and a reminder that he’s there for you if you need him. You can always change your mind and ask for his comfort and company later if you'd like. Or if you just need a whole day or two or more to decompress, to recharge, he'll leave you to your own devices with the exception of checking in every so often to leave another cup of tea or to offer you a snack.

If you don't want to be alone, he'll stay by your side and hold you. Let you lay against his chest with your head tucked into his shoulder as you ramble or vent. If you need to cry, he'll encourage you not to bottle it up.

He’ll make sure you’re showered, especially if it’s been a few days. He’ll remind you that it’s important to take care of your own body but will never fault you for not having the energy. Even if you’ve worn the same clothes for days or weeks— he’d never judge you for it.

Secondo

At first he didn’t quite know what to do besides hold you when you were sad and let you be when you told him to leave you alone. Now however, he knows when you tell him to leave you alone or that you’re okay, what you really need is a hug and a reminder that it’s okay to be upset and have feelings. It’s okay to be down. He’ll let you cry for however long you need and will fetch a box of tissues and a glass of water to make sure you’re hydrated.

Sometimes when you’re all cried out you don’t necessary feel immediately better. Sometimes it’s a relief to let it out but that feeling of hopelessness doesn’t fade completely. You’re left tired and drained and that’s when Secondo will carry you to bed and turn your favorite comfort show or movie on.

He’ll turn the lights off so it’s just the light of the TV filling the room and turn the sound on low so you don’t feel overstimulated. He’ll let you lay against his chest and comfortingly rub your back as you take time to recharge.

Whether it be scrolling on your phone for comfort and/or distraction or hugging a stuffie to your chest as you half doze and half watch your show, he’ll sit in comfortable silence with you until you’re okay again or until you fall asleep (although he usually follows soon after).

Terzo

Everything feels overwhelming and helpless— it feels like things will never get better and never change no matter what you do. You try to explain this to Terzo, hiccuping through soft sobs as he gathers you into his arms. He understands, and he’ll listen to you as long as you need. He may be very dramatic and flirty at times but when it comes to you he never plays around. He always validates your feelings and makes you feel seen and not alone.

Understands that when you’re having a rough time or you are anxious or stressed, you often lose your appetite or have trouble eating. In this case, he will always have your favorite comfort foods at the ready, or the ingredients to make them— he’ll never say no if you ask him to make a comfort food when you’re struggling. Each time he serves you, there will be a little sticky note with hearts and affirmations on the tray.

Copia

Gives the best hugs and will always sit down and hold your hand and let you tell him what’s wrong. Sometimes there’s nothing inherently wrong; or nothing that can be fixed, and in those times distractions from all the bad things in your head is sometimes the best answer and Copia excels at it.

He’ll invite you to play video games or watch sappy romcoms or bad horror movies or comedy action films (whichever one is more your style/preference). Sometimes he’ll let you play with his rats or help him clean or organize their cage to keep you busy. Or he’ll let you tag along as he runs errands around the Ministry— even if you don’t talk the entire time or engage in conversation.

Sometimes you have trouble sleeping at night, unable to keep your head from thinking a billion different things at once. On these nights, Copia will hold you tucked against him. Sometimes he’ll talk to you in quiet tones, other times he’ll softly sing until you drift off. Even if it means singing the same song a hundred times, if it soothes you and makes you feel better, he’ll sing it a hundred times and a hundred times more after that.

Keeps comfort snacks and drinks around for you, next to his own comfort snacks. Keeps a basket in his room full of fidget toys and always encourages you to take one if you need, especially when you are talking about a tough subject or feeling emotional.

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