Wallflower Pt. II

You, Your Mother, the Cardinal, and the Christmas Lights

Cardinal Copia x reader

In which you’re dealing with your toxic mother and although Cardinal Copia isn’t riding right behind you on a pale white horse, he’s still always there for you <3

This is the song that plays when the happy part of the story starts!

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You sighed deeply as you strolled around the large Christmas lights display in the park. It was only a few days before Christmas; and lots of people milled about, chatting, laughing, taking pictures, and admiring all the twinkling lights. The whole park was covered in lights and decorations, every tree lit up in pretty colours. It was cold, cold enough to see your breath every time you exhaled; and fluffy snowflakes were falling lightly, adding to the magic of everything.

But it wasn’t magical for you, in fact it was far from it. Because you were with your mother, and she just wouldn’t stop berating you. This was what she did, she constantly took all of her frustrations out on you. And although you knew this, although you told yourself over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, it still hurt like hell. It wore you down, boring a hole into you where your heart should be. It made your head spin, your jaw clench, feeling like nothing more than a sad puddle on the ground.

You looked around at all the people in the park, big smiles on their faces as they enjoyed spending time with one another. Why weren’t you allowed the same privilege of just being happy?

You tried to zone out and focus your thoughts on Copia- he was your boyfriend of sorts. You had really fallen for each other since you started volunteering at his church, but you hadn’t officially declared yourselves as dating yet. Copia was the Cardinal at that huge Satanic ministry on the hill that loomed over your town. He was 50, which was way older than you. A whole lifetime older than you. You didn’t expect your mother to be very happy about you dating someone who was easily old enough to be your dad, let alone some Satanic clergyman, so you both decided to keep it unofficial for now. All this time, your mother never knew you were riding your bike up to the ministry to visit your dear Cardinal. It was only a matter of time before you joined his church, and then you could be together all the time.

You desperately wished he was here now to save you, to whisk you away and work his magic on your tense nerves and broken heart. You had invited him to be your date to look at the lights, but he had apologetically declined because he needed to finish a big stack of Latin translations and paperwork. And besides, Christmas wasn’t really his thing.

“See all these people here? They’re all with their family and friends and you’re not. You’re all alone in the world because nobody likes you! You’re worthless! And now I’m stuck with you because you have no one else.” Your mother droned on and on and on. You let out a tired groan, wishing you had at least brought earmuffs to take the edge of her grating voice. Your eyes were empty, void of all emotion as you silently took the abuse. If you talked back, it would only make things worse.

Tears threatened to spill onto your cold cheeks, feeling lonelier than ever. The winter iciness was also starting to get to you, as you didn’t even have a hot drink to fight off the chill.

Wait- is that? No, no, it couldn’t be. Your mind is probably just playing tricks on you.

But then a few people moved and you spotted him in the crowd. Were you daydreaming too hard, were you imagining things? You blinked a few times, wiping the tears from your eyes to see more clearly. Sure enough, he was really there. Your sweet Cardinal, looking absolutely dashing in his tight black suit and a warmer dress coat on top, with a long scarf bundled around his neck that somehow added an irresistible pitifulness to his look. Fuck, he was so adorable. The man was completely and utterly out of his element, but that only caused your heart to swell for him more. He looked all around for you, gloved hands clasped meekly in from of himself, awkwardly apologizing as he nearly bumped into a few people. You grinned even wider when you noticed he was holding his cane, the one with the serpent head handle.

“It’s never a moment’s peace with you! Because who else do you have besides me? No one!” Your mother scowled.

“That’s not true.” You finally spoke up, a big smile finding its way onto your face as you stared at the love of your life.

“What do you mean? Who else wants to be around you??” She scoffed bitterly.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, butterflies fluttering in your stomach just from finally saying it out loud.

“What do you mean?! You don’t have a-“

Without another word, you ran up to Copia, weaving through groups of people. “Cardinal!” You shouted, getting his attention.

He grinned brightly upon seeing you rushing up to him, pleasantly surprised when you practically tackled him into a tight hug and pulled him in for a kiss right there in front of all those people.

The Cardinal kissed you back with absolute fervour, his lips warm against your cold ones, although you felt warmer already from just being in his arms.

Some groups of people watched and gawked, wondering why such a pretty young thing like you would be in a passionate lip lock with such an older man. But you couldn’t care less, you wanted everyone to witness the feelings you had for your Cardinal. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

Copia brushed some snow off your hair as you did the same for him, pulling away slightly to take each other in. Your noses, cheeks, and lips were flushed from the chilly weather, and you both silently admired the way each other looked like this. Your eyes glittered with crystalline tears, joyful ones now that your love was here.

“Cardinal how did you… how did you know where I was? This park is huge.” You asked, cupping his cold face in your hands.

“I just walked around looking for the most beautiful girl here. And now I’ve got her, si?” He replied, a charming smile on his devastatingly handsome face as he pinched your cheek playfully. He then brought you in for another kiss, the whole world falling away as your lips met, causing your heart to thrum loudly in your chest.

“Come, Dolcezza, you are cold. Mi fratelli are here as well, and we have a nice hot chocolate for you, si?” The man smiled, putting a hand on the small of your back and leading you away. You took one last glance at your confused mother, before nuzzling into the Cardinal’s side and strolling away with him.

Soon, you began giggling as you heard the sound of Terzo’s voice.

“Don’t you know how to take a selfie, old man?! It’s what all the giovanetti are doing nowadays!” Terzo’s voice rung out among the crowd.

“Pff, ‘old man’… You’re only two months younger than me, coglione! Plus, I’m the one holding all the goddamn cioccolati caldi!” Secondo barked back at his brother.

You spotted them just in time to catch Primo rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“Ciao, tutti!” You called out, and immediately you were surrounded by the Papas as they pushed Copia aside to hug you.

“Oh! Ciao, Tesoro mio!” Terzo flashed you with that charming smile, pulling you into his arms and smothering you with multiple kisses on your cheeks under the guise of ‘trying to warm you up.’ You giggled at him fawning all over you, looking cute while he wore a warm winter coat, fuzzy earmuffs, a scarf, and his regular white gloves. “Poveretta, tu sei così fredda!” He exclaimed, taking his scarf off and looping it around your neck far too many times until you had to pull it away from covering your mouth.

Secondo was wearing his parka, the one he sometimes wore while playing Uno, and he shoved his brother aside, handing the hot chocolates he was holding to Terzo. His typical scowl softened when he looked at you, and he pulled you into a warm hug and pressed a kiss your forehead.

And finally Primo, who was looking sharp in a tailored wool coat, black turtleneck, and plaid scarf. He hugged you gently and kissed your temple, making you smile endearingly at all the love these men so freely gave you. They were all in their paints, and everyone around you was staring in complete confusion, but it only amused you as you pulled them all closer to you.

“Here, amore, bevi questo!” Terzo cheerfully handed you a hot chocolate and one for Copia.

“Thank you… All of you. You always make me feel so special.” You sighed, finally feeling warm and happy as you sipped the hot drink. They even got you extra marshmallows, just how you liked it.

“We love spending time with you, Dolcezza.”Copia smiled, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Si, cara, it is always our pleasure to be with you.” Primo nodded.

“A pleasure indeed.” Your Cardinal whispered into your ear, kissing your neck and causing your cheeks to flush even more.

The five of you walked around the park, taking pictures together and making good memories that you would never forget, screaming in laughter as Terzo chased you through one of the light tunnels.

When you had all finished your hot chocolates, you tugged on Copia’s sleeve, catching his attention.

“Si, Topolina?”

“How about we go back to the ministry and warm up, hm?” You whispered into his ear.

He stopped walking then, letting his brothers go on a little ways without you.

“Oh, amore… There is nothing I would want more. I… I love you.” He sighed into you, pressing his pointy nose into your cheek, his moustache tickling the corner of your lips.

“I love you too.. Oh, Copia, I love you. I love you, I love you!” Your heart fluttered as you whispered those words over and over again, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing your sweet Cardinal over and over again, his beautifully odd eyes closing as a soft moan escaped him.

“Are you two coming?” Secondo called back, and the two of you looked over with grins on your faces.

“Not yet, but we will be soon..” Copia murmured to you with a wink, causing you to gasp at him with wide eyes before you giggled, strolling hand in gloved hand to join the three Papas and head back to the ministry.

And you couldn’t help but shake your head in disbelief. Who knew you’d be spending Christmas at the Church of Satan? But with the Papas, with your darling Cardinal, you truly felt that it was where you belonged.

end <3

Happy holidays everyone! 🖤

Tagging: @sucharide @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @rightintheghoulies @copiaswifey @youhaveahomeinmyheart @mister-girl @faeeeeh

this megatron is just so sweet and gentle with the kids it absolutely. DESTROYS ME.

Uno Night

Primo x teen, sleepy reader (Platonic)

Primo finds you asleep, listening to his album.

/ / /

yeah. no explanation. it's 2 am and zoo has sleepy bitch disease (again)

. . .

"Where's the kid?"

A silence fell over the room. Copia looked to his brothers. "Haven't you seen y/n? Surely they're running around here somewhere."

"You know teenagers," spoke Secondo. "You know, when I was their age-"

"We know, fratello. Let's hope they're not following in your footsteps," Terzo interrupts. "They don't cause trouble, generally. Unless they're with the ghouls; then we should have need for concern."

"Oh, lord below, I'm sure they are fine. They're nearly an adult you know. But if you are that concerned, Copia, I will go look for them. The three of you can continue without me."

"Thank you, fratello. I do appreciate it. It is not like them to miss Uno night."

Primo rolled his eyes before walking out the door.

His footsteps echoed loudly throughout the empty hall. There was not a soul in sight; no ghouls, siblings, or even Sister Imperator. He wondered what everyone could be up to; it was most likely that everyone had their own things going on. He imagined siblings in their own private quarters, partaking in their own individual activities. A bit of light reading, perhaps; or watching TV, drawing, writing, working, sleeping.

He wondered what you could be up to. It was possible you were with the ghouls; or maybe you were in your own bedroom, having forgotten about tonight's game. Maybe you were in the kitchen, making a late night snack. Maybe you had elected to spend the night with another sibling. No matter what you were doing, he was determined to discover your whereabouts. He just hoped it wasn't mischievous or dangerous.

As he approached your bedroom, he listened for any signs of life. He heard none, even after he knocked on your door. Opening the door, he discovered your still-made bed; he supposed you hadn't been in there yet for the night. He continued to ponder where you could be.

Next he tried the kitchen. Though he discovered a small group of ghouls that were absolutely up to no good, he didn't find you. He rolled his eyes as Aether swallowed a banana whole with the peel, turning to leave.

"Have you checked the commons?" Called Swiss.

"No, I have not. Is that where they are?"

"They were earlier. 'Dunno if they still are though," Aether manages with a mouthful of banana.

"Ah, well- thank you. I will stop by." He starts walking out the door once more. "Please stop eating the bananas whole!" He calls.

As he heads towards the common room, he wonders what you could be doing there. Sometimes the ghoulettes host game nights, which may explain the halls' emptiness.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, he is met with an empty common room. A fire is roaring in the fireplace, the only defense against the bitter chill that plagues the Ministry at this time of year.

He walks to the center of the room, making his way around the giant couch. Once he does, he spots you.

You're fast asleep, tangled up in a thin green blanket within the soft confines of the couch. You're curled up slightly, chest rising and falling with steady rhythms. He spots your phone, clutched tightly in hand, a pair of earbuds connected and in your ears.

With a sigh, he steps closer to your figure. He carefully removes the earbuds and phone from your grasp, turning it on to pause whatever you had drifted off listening to. He smiles, chuckling to himself when he sees.

You had fallen asleep to Opus Eponymous.

His album.

He leans down to your height. Brushing the hair out of your face, he decides to rouse you.

You stir, a deep whine escaping your lips as you crack your eyelids open. "...Primo?"

"Ah, good evening," he greets, "are you ready for bed, dolce?"

"What?" Your voice is rough with sleep, confusion on your face.

He chuckles. "Let's get you to bed." He reaches out to pull the blanket off of you; you whine, burying your face in your arms. "Come on now, don't be difficult. Bedtime, let's go." You don't move, breaths steadying once more. He sighs, using his hands to shake you gently. "Bambino, wake up. Bedtime."

Finally, you awaken. You open your eyes fully, brows knitting together in confusion as you use your arms to lift yourself slightly. You suck in a deep breath, unable to form words quite yet.

"Hello sleeping beauty," he teases, "are you ready for bed?"

You rub your eyes, pushing yourself to sit up on the couch. The remaining part of the blanket falls from your form, ending into a pile around you. You sleepily nod.

He helps you stand, smiling at the way you press yourself against his side for warmth. He picks up the blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, then returns your cell phone.

"My dear, I saw what you were listening to. How on Earth did you fall asleep to my album? It is not, eh... very soothing."

"Missed you," you mumble, still too drowsy to think.

"'Missed me?' I am right here."

"Busy."

"Ah, well. Would you miss me a little less if I took you to bed?"

"Mhm."

"Very well. But first we must meet with my brothers. They are very worried about you."

"Huh? Why?"

"It is Uno night. Have you forgotten?"

"Aw... I wanna play Uno..."

"Nope. Bedtime."

"Please?"

"No."

"Can I at least watch for a bit?"

He sighs. "Fine. You may watch one round, but then it is off to bed."

. . .

The others cheered when you entered the room.

"Child, we thought you no longer loved us," Terzo yells dramatically.

"Where were you?" Questions Secondo.

"You, eh... look drowsy," Copia chimes in.

"Napping in the den," Primo says, taking a seat at the table. "They wanted to say hi before going to bed. Isn't that right, y/n?"

You nod. "I wanna watch for a bit though." You sit on the couch a few feet away from the table.

"Just watching?" Terzo whines. "Come on, the games are always more interesting when you join!"

Primo shoots him a glare. "No. They're going to bed after this round. Now who's shuffling the cards?"

You quickly lose focus once the game starts. They're oddly quiet; there's no yelling, no throwing of cards. Instead they talk quietly, calmly explaining their complete and utter rage when being handed a thrice-stacked draw four card. You're still sleepy, so you decide to lie down on the couch for a moment. Only for a moment; after all, the game would be ending soon, and Primo would be putting you to bed.

You curl up, using one of the couch pillows to rest your head on. You toss the blanket over your legs, watching the brothers play with half-lidded eyes. Over time, those eyes begin to close; before long, you're fast asleep.

. . .

Primo sighs. "I knew I should have taken them to bed."

"What?"

"Look."

The four men pause as your sleeping form is noticed.

"Poor thing," Copia mutters, "they must've had a rough day."

"They fell asleep to my album," gloats Primo. "They said they missed me."

"That is such bullshit. They probably had a playlist going and that's the song they were listening to," Terzo tells him.

"I went into their music library to pause the music. They were listening to my album."

The arguing is interrupted when a yawn is heard from your direction. "Whadya talkin' about?" You ask, words slurring from sleep. Your eyes open, and you sit up slightly.

"Don't worry baby, just go back to sleep," Copia says. "We're sorry to wake you."

"Wasn't sleeping," you rub your eyes, "Jus' bored."

"Alright," Primo stands. "That's enough. I should have tucked you in long ago. Come on, time for bed dolcezza."

You whine. "What about the game? Aren't you gonna finish?"

"We already did, long ago," Secondo chuckles. "You've been asleep this whole time."

"Was not."

"Were too."

"Alright, enough. Come on, kiddo. Bedtime." Primo hovers over you now, and helps you to your feet. You're wobbly, still sleepy, and press against him. He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Ah, don't forget your blanket." He picks it up and hands it to you. "Okay, sleepy-time. Come on."

A chorus of "good night, sleep well!" can be heard from throughout the room. Unable to form a coherent thought, all you can think of to respond with is a soft-spoken "Night night." The room goes silent.

You hear Terzo giggle, followed by a loud smack, then; "ooow! What the Hell was that for?!"

Copia stands to bid you goodnight. "Pleasant dreams," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your head. "I would tell you to sleep well, but it already seems that you will." He winks at you. "Good night."

Primo acts as your support as the two of you walk down the hallway. When you yawn for the millionth time, he asks, "Kiddo, did you take something to make you this tired?"

You nod. "I had hives again, so I took three benedryl."

"Ah, now it makes sense."

. . .

"Comfy?" He asks, smirking at the way you're pressed up against him. You're curled up in his bed, half asleep with your head pressed into the crook of his arm. You've only been here a moment, but the drowsiness has already taken over.

"Mhm," you mumble, nuzzling further into him. A few moments later, you're asleep yet again.

"Sorry for keeping you up, kiddo. I would have put you to bed a lot earlier if I'd known." Your only response is light snoring. "Poor thing." He hadn't even been able to keep you awake long enough to make a trip to your bedroom for pajamas; he was thankful you'd dressed yourself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that day. At least you weren't sleeping in jeans.

It hadn't taken him long to coax you onto the bed. You'd laid down first without him, waiting as he got dressed. When he'd returned a moment later, you were already on the verge of sleep, clutching his pillow and laying atop the covers.

Now he's got you cozied up to him, watching as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Night night, little one."

Hi hi!!! If requests are open, perhaps some headcanons on Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o? I love all the stuff you have so far 🖤🖤

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o

When you two inevitably get to the sexy things while cuddling on his bed and you suddenly stop him, he's confused.

Did he hurt you? Did he misinterpret your intentions? What's wrong?

But then you look up at him with those big, anxious eyes and tell him that you've never done this before?

His gaze has never been softer than when he assured you it's okay. That he doesn't care and he wants to make love to you because he cherishes you so much.

Will cover your face with kisses, saying some silly shit in Italian. Anything to make you giggle. He absolutely adores your giggles and he will let you know it.

He also wants to ensure your comfort. He doesn't mind waiting if you're not ready.

"You want to cuddle with Papa instead, hm? Want Papa to hold you nice and tight?"

If you say you want to wait, he's cool with it. You're worth waiting for.

If you say you do want to have sex with him, but you're just nervous, he'll understand.

This man is absolutely feral and unhinged, but he's also respectful as hell. You take your time, babes, he'll hold you and talk to you about boundaries before anything happens.

Yes, you get a safeword. You get to decide everything. This is your first time and Terzo will absolutely NOT let it leave a single bad impression on you.

It will probably be a bit goofy, with him saying stupid things to keep you relaxed.

He'll seek your approval with everything he does. Every touch, every kiss, anything you haven't experienced before.

And don't worry about him not getting enough attention.

"Amore, being here with you and guiding you through something so incredible is enough for me. You'll have your time pleasing Papa, but right now this is all about Papa pleasing you."

Terzo is attentive. All the Emeritus brothers are. If he notices discomfort, he stops and gently confronts you.

He wants to know exactly what's wrong to fix the issue if he can.

And just so you know, you don't get to feel guilty about making him stop. If you want to stop, he stops. End of story. If you don't wanna tell him why, it's fine. He won't push.

Anything he does, he does with your permission. He loves you and he won't let you forget that, babes. He doesn't mind if it takes hours to get you comfortable enough to actually do the act.

He's so sweet to you, he holds your hand and assures you everything is alright. He takes his time getting inside you for the first time, holds you tightly and kisses your temple, letting you get used to it. He loves you. He really does. With all his heart. And he wants you to know it.

It's kinda like there's two of him. The wild innuendo making one that's on stage and the sweet, caring one with you right now. Usually it's a mix of both, but right now? You've never seen this man so tender.

It's all about you. Your happiness. Your pleasure. You, you, and only you.

He calls you the sweetest names as you take your time and get used to the weird mix of pain and pleasure. Gives you the sweetest kisses, too.

Honestly he's just so nice, you fall in love with him all over again.

Your first time together will be slow. Sensual. Loving.

You'll feel worshipped by him and you wouldn't be wrong. He subconsciously considers you giving him your virginity the sweetest sacrifice anyone can make.

And he will cherish that night forever. The sounds you made when he touched you. The cute expression after your first orgasm.

He loves it. He loves you. And he'll make sure you feel his love.

Wallflower

Read part II here

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut/PWP, dom/sub, Drabble, gender neutral reader, dom!secondo, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, implied semi-public sex, character study, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, corruption kink, teasing, not beta read, possessive behavior, kissing, orgasm control, bdsm elements, etc.

A/N: Trying to get better at AFAB smut so here’s a round of practice with bone daddy secondo

WC: 834

Secondo had always been—always would be—a fan of brats. He loved watching them break, watching them fold, watching as they denied themselves pleasure with prideful looks on their faces, only for the look to come crashing down when he finally broke them down. He loved that aspect in a partner, sexual or otherwise.

Yes, he was definitely a fan of brats.

Then you came along.

You were most certainly not a brat. You were too shy to be a brat, at least at first, a slight blush creeping up over your features at any degree of debauchery. You were a wallflower, skirting around people you deemed intimidating, eyes on your feet as you tried not to get flustered in the presence of people that could work you up easily.

Secondo was a fan of that, too. Brats were fun because of how deeply corrupted they were; you were fun because of how fundamentally corruptible you were. Secondo was just as drawn to it, much like a moth is drawn to flame.

Yeah, he really liked your innocence.

And now here you were, pressed up against his desk, a finger teasing your entrance, your face flushed bright red as he watched you, a grin on his face. Your eyes were darting all over, careful to avoid his own eyes as you squirmed, whimpering in hopes of getting one of his fingers inside you.

You were damn near drunk on the scent of leather and his cologne, the feather-light touches along your slit driving you closer to the brink of insanity. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, whines of need flowing freely as he continued teasing you with skilled touches.

Secondo leaned down, pressing a kiss to your head, his mouth dropping closer to your ear as he whispered, “all you have to do is look me in the eyes and ask nicely, and your papa will give you what you want. I know how badly you want to be good for me, little dove. I know you can do it, piccolo; be good and ask.”

You shivered, face flushing harder from his proximity and his words. You opened your mouth to try and speak, small squeaks and whines escaping instead. Your fingers were digging harder into the desk, your knuckles going white as you tried to force the words out.

“I—I want.. I need… I—“ you stuttered, feeling thoroughly flustered as he waited patiently.

“Look at me, caro. You’re doing so good. Now just look at me and ask,” he cooed, stroking back over your slit teasingly.

You swallowed, looking up at him as you took in a shaky breath, your pupils blown with lust. “I want y-your fingers inside me,” you whispered, holding eye contact for a few seconds longer before breaking away.

Secondo smiled, wide and wicked, his middle finger slipping inside you with ease from how wet you were. “Very good,” he purred in praise, nipping at your neck, “but you’re always so well behaved, aren’t you? Such an obedient little thing you are.”

You didn’t say anything, teeth clamped down on your lower lip as you fought to contain your moans, his finger curling inside you.

Secondo nipped along your neck and jawline, his breath hot on your skin, “so obedient and so, so shy. My cock gets hard just thinking about all the ways I could make you squirm. I’m going to ruin you, little dove.”

“Please,” you begged, unsure of what you were really begging for, your thoughts hazy and far away as another finger slipped inside with the first.

“Always so polite,” he praised with a slight snicker, definitely teasing you as he curled his fingers just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you. You moaned, shaking in his hold, your arousal dripping down his fingers.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded, eyes rolling back as he continued stroking over that one spot. “F-Fuck, Papa please,” you whined out, bucking into him when his palm made contact with your clit, grinding down into it to work you up even more.

“You want to cum on my fingers, bambino?” he all but sung in question, your hands moving to grasp him as you got closer and closer to cumming.

“Y-Yes,” you answered, tone full of desperation, “please make me cum, Papa, please.”

Secondo leaned down to kiss you, biting down on your bottom lip as he did, the nip of pain sending electric sparks throughout your body. “Cum for your Papa, little dove. Cum for me,” he whispered hotly, two more strokes of his fingers sending you hurtling over the edge. He fucked his fingers inside you harder, determined to continue and draw another climax out of you.

You tried to squirm out of his hold, gripping his wrist as the sensation became too much. Secondo chuckled, the sound dying out into a growl, “you aren’t going to be so shy by the time I’m finished with you, my little wallflower. That’s a promise.”

Fully obsessed with the concept of Copia. He's over fifty years old. He's a gamer. His arrival coincides with the death of every previous Papa like he's the bringer of the bubonic plague. He rides little tricycles around the Ministry. He's apparently a professional dancer as well as being the vocalist for a metal band but has a Charisma of 8. He's pathetic (canon). He's literally the Satanic Pope. He loves his mom. He's kind of a bitch. He wears tracksuits with dress shoes. Tobias hates him but is chronically incapable of killing him off because he serves so much cunt. I really can't decide if I want to be this man or be inside him

please, please, please elaborate on Terzo and consensual somnophilia 🥵 how would he go about telling his partner or what if his partner brought it up first? Or any of Terzo’s other bedroom interests- Or, god- anything TERZO, I love him so much thank you for this wonderful blog 🙏🏼❤️

Ghestie are you okay - Jez

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

First of all, I wanna get one thing clear. Terzo is extremely big on consent. And I mean really big.

If he notices you being slightly uncomfortable with any sort of touching, he reacts. If it's his fault, he apologizes and seeks out a different way if touching that you are comfortable with.

If someone else touches you in a way you don't like, he's your #1 defender. Won't hesitate to call that person out. He is capable of getting in a fist fight if needed.

That's how big he is on consent.

With that being said, he adores how cute and innocent you look while sleeping. And his mind can't help but wonder.

He'd never take advantage of you in a situation like this, though. He wouldn't dare.

No, he'd just carefully leave the bed and deal if it in the bathroom. It kinda becomes a regular occurrence until one day you wake up because he didn't realize he left the door slightly ajar, so you can totally hear him doing his thing.

You jokingly asked him what got him hard so early in the morning and this is one of the very few times you've actually seen him embarrassed.

He ends up explaining to you the thoughts that he was having and you honestly found it cute how he held his urges and masturbated just because he loved you too much to touch you when he wasn't sure if you were okay with it. We love a caring king.

So you end up coming up with a solution. You'd leave him a note in the evening that would say if you were okay with him touching you in your sleep.

And he's just... So sweet about it. So gentle.

At first he just limits it to gentle strokes of his fingers and kisses over your body, but as time passed, it wasn't uncommon for him to wake you up with sex, regular or oral.

And even if you never change the note that gives him your consent, he checks it every time.

BECAUSE HE IS A RESPECTFUL KING.

🥲💜still thinkin about Him💜🥲

Te lo meriti! (CopiaxReader)

Summary: A birthday present for my dearest @nocturnal-birb I did my best and hope you like it. This also goes out to all you folks who feel this way and need a Papa’s support and reassurance.

Copia x Reader || Papa Emeritus iv x Reader || Fluff || Comfort Fic || Established Relationship || Poorly Translated Italian || WC: 1716

You stand before Copia’s door with a manilla folder in hand full of official documents for him to sign off on. There’s a few about his next sermon, some to do with the next tour, and notices from the clergy.

You gently rapped your knuckles against his door, loud enough to get his attention while your other hand brushes invisible dust off your habit and straightens the small amount of wrinkles. You wish you had more time to tidy up. Your hair was being very uncooperative today and you had been in such a rush this morning that you had forgone makeup.

You hoped he wouldn’t mind that you didn’t look your best. However, knowing Copia, it’s not because of your makeup that he’s always staring at your face with his dopey lovesick eyes. You smile at imagining him getting distracted again in the midst of paperwork coercing you that neither of you get any work done.

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missing him hours :(