I Got Inspired By @copias-girl To Catch A Cardinal Fanfic And Decided To Draw Copia In His Swimsuit,

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Hi can you pleaaaaassse do HCs about Copias corruption kink I’ll literally die

Have a little short nonny.

Who does Papa turn to for confession with all his predecessors dead?

Copia has to try hard to convince himself once in a while. He’s a good man. He’s an honest man, well, sure, there's a little white lie once in a while, but he’s never hurt anybody with it. He’s never stolen, and he’s worked hard to get where he is now. (Even though he’s almost certain his name was drawn from a hat.) He keeps everything tidy. He’s frank. He’s polite. He’s a good man.

But his eyes are on you.

You’re new to the sisterhood and still wet behind the ears, with your habit on proper and not a hair out of place. You’re bright, you’re shiny, you’re fresh. You have a soft voice, a shy smile, and despite being a Sister of Sin, you have innocent eyes. He always sees you working, helping someone with their tasks or chores, volunteering to do more. You’re wonderful with the children, compassionate with the ghouls, and come up with fun games for both of them. You’re full of energy, your kind, you have such a sweet smile and give it to everyone, including him, you light up like a festive float anytime you cross someone in the halls. You're just so…pure.

And he wants to see you absolutely destroyed. He wants to see your mascara running with tears down your flushed cheeks. He wants to see your lipstick smeared and your lips puffy and kiss swollen. He was to see your neck decorated with a choker of bruises. He wants to see your tits suckled with bite marks. He wants to see your pussy, puffy and gummed with his leaking cum. He wants to take this pure ray of sunshine and turn it into the dirtiest fucking poster whore he can. He wants to wreck you in every way possible. Stain you in such a way nobody else will want you.

He’s a good man. He swears.

But any time he gets alone in his office, he imagines you and his cock throbs. He imagines you in his office dressed in all manner of skimpy things. Sometimes, it's your habit. Sometimes, it's a cute little plaid skirt. But more often, it's something white. Whatever it is he's flipping up your dress to slide off your cute panties (polka-dot, soft little clouds, even kittens) and stuffing his face between your thighs until your legs are quivering and you can barely stand. He imagines fingering your tight cunt and curling his digits until you sob his name just right and licks his lips at the thought of getting you to squelch.

He wonders if you’ve ever sucked cock before. He wraps a hand around his dick as it jumps at the thought that he’d be your first. Your eyes wide in alarm as he reveals to you his thick fat member and guides your hands down to wrap around it and get a feel for just how large he is. He’s the thickest you’ve ever had.

He imagines you swallowing nervously and looking up at him with a hint of fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He promises. Oh don’t worry, he will. He’ll be gentle up until he manages to get half of it down your throat and then shoves in the other half without remorse. He’ll apologize. ‘An accident.’ He swears. But after that first gag and those first tracks of tears down your cheeks you’ll get the idea. You’ll try your hardest to get all of him down your throat, your pretty pink lips stretched around his cock and shiny with precum, spit, and your cherry chapstick.

He’d shower you with compliments and praise. You’d love it. He’ll help you discover your kink for it.

“Doing so good, taking me so well.” Your face would flush, and your thighs would rub together. You gag, you try your hardest to take him but your jaw hurts and he pulls you off gently by your chin and slaps your cheek with his wet, spit slick cock.

“Look at what you're doing to me. All that is for you. You're making me feel so good. Look how hard and wet I am for you." And you're wet and frustrated before he guides you to the bed and has you lay down. He pulls your legs apart and lines himself up.

Belial, you would be so tight, or perhaps it’s just been too long for you. Either way, you grip him like a vice and whimper when he stuffs you with his cock, he can feel your walls sucking him in and flexing around him as he pushes further and further into you and-

Copia grunts as the band in his lower stomach snaps and cum jets from his cock. He tightens his hand over his dick and squeezes before slowly gliding his fist over his shaft and milks himself of his release.

He sighs, slouching on his bed pillows, and lets his orgasm rumble through him. Then he reaches the nightstand and takes a few tissues, and cleans himself up.

This is always where the fantasy ends. He simply can’t help himself.

Satanas, what he would give for the real thing.

He's in the midst of cleaning up for the night when he hears a knock from his door and goes to answer only to finding you there with a flush on your face, that same flush he had been fantasizing about mere minutes ago. You're wearing a simple but thin tee-shirt with cartoon characters and a pair of shorts.

"Hello Papa...do you have a minute to talk?" And you're shifting your thighs just so, and he can't help but glance at your cleavage so obviously pronounced in your shirt. There, he sees a ruby red fabric with white circles, just barrly oeaking out from the low collar of your shirt.

Polka-dots.

And well...

...He does try very hard to be a good man.

restroom detour - cardinal copia x female!reader

you're out with your friends at the new local hot spot: the pinnacle lounge. a trip to find the bathroom has you stumbling into something not for your eyes.

notes: 2.1k word count, mdni! 18+! there be smut here. also i just love me some sweet cardi. ao3 link.

You and your friends were chattering away at the bar, drinks in hand. It had been a long work week and you were happy to be out with friends to blow off some steam. The Pinnacle Lounge had seemingly popped up overnight in your town and quickly gained a reputation for being a unique, good time. 

The moment you stepped in earlier that night, you could see why. There were people dressed as nuns and priests, some wearing shiny masks and suspenders, mixed in with those dressed for a night out. The color scheme for the bar was black and gold while the lights shifted from neon green to a bright purple as the night wore on.

The music thumps and you all bop long with it. At this point, you are feeling pretty good as you finish up your second drink. 

“I gotta pee!” You chirp cheerfully, giving everyone a small wave as you walk away. You set your empty glass down on the bar and take a look around.

“Fuck.”

You realize you have absolutely no idea where you are going. A few people bump into you as you make your way around the perimeter of the bar before you come upon a dark hallway. There is a door that looks like it has some kind of fancy “G” on it and you assume it’s the women’s bathroom.

The moment you open the door and step inside no less than ten eyes are on you. They were all wearing cloaks, concealing their entire bodies and were peering out of their hoods at you. It was dark enough in the room that you couldn’t see their faces. You finally take in your surroundings, the low glow of black candles lining the room, the smell of incense flooding your nostrils. Your gaze settles on the black altar in front of you and you draw in a gasp.

A naked woman is spread atop it, a pentagram drawn in blood on her stomach. A man was between her legs, his fingers digging into her hips as he glares at you, his mismatched eyes sending chills down your spine. His face was painted like a skull and he wore a black robe with gold details, his dark hair hanging in his face.

“Uh…uh…sorry!” Your voice sounds incredibly high-pitched as you back out of the room.

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest as you slam the door shut behind you, your feet carrying you towards the end of the hall. A man exits one of the other doors, stepping out right in front of you and you collide with a thud. For the brief second you are touching, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Eh, mi dispiace, mi dispiace.” He mumbles, his hands moving to grip your arms to help you catch your balance.

You look up at him and the first thing you notice are his eyes – the same ones that you had seen in the room. A jolt of fear causes you to jump back from him and he releases your arms, his eyes widening. He is wearing a cassock and biretta and his dark paint around his eyes were somewhat smudged.

“Are you alright, cara?” Copia sounds genuinely concerned, his accent thick as he reaches his hand out to you. You stare at it for a moment then you take another step back. 

“T-there are people in one of the rooms doing weird stuff.” The words spill out of your mouth, your brain too rattled to describe exactly what you saw.

“Ah, yes… the ritual.” He sighs softly, sounding almost annoyed. “No need to be afraid, cara. They are just, eh, partaking in carnal pleasures.”

“But-but the candles and the cloaks and the blood!” 

“How can I explain this to you?” Copia ponders aloud, his white eye glowing in the darkness. He looks around the hallway, his gaze settling on a bench against the back wall of the hallway. “Come.” His hand finds yours, pulling at it gently as he moves toward the bench. You realize he is wearing leather gloves, your eyes falling to the one in your hand, noticing the “G” symbol on it.

You wobble after him, your platform boots clunking as you pull your dress down with your free hand. He settles on the bench, carefully pulling you close to him as your knees touch. His hand still held yours, his thumb brushing it as his free hand removed his biretta. Brown hair spills out from underneath and he smooths it neatly back. His eyes were soft, contrasting with the sharpness of his nose and his dramatic eye paint.

“So, you’ve seen the inverted crosses around the bar, correct?

“Y-yes.”

“Good. I am a member of the clergy that owns and operates this bar. It is meant as a safe space for everyone to come, have fun, be themselves and… partake in sin.” His lips curl into a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You feel a blush creep up your cheeks.

“But not in a harmful way. The ritual you walked in on is very safe, very controlled. It is meant to represent, eh, the procreation of the antichrist.”

You stare at him dumbly, feeling that you are too drunk for this conversation. Copia smiles warmly at you, letting go of your hand and bringing his up to your cheek to caress it gently. “The things  you saw that frightened you are merely decoration to help establish the mood. It’s meant to be fun; it’s meant to be dramatic… it’s meant to be erotic.” 

You can feel heat start to rise between your legs by his words, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. Of course, he notices, and drops his finger to your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Your lips part as you shiver from his touch, your wide eyes meeting his duochromatic gaze. 

“Does this make you feel better about what you saw, dolce?” He purrs, inching his face even closer to yours. His smile has turned from sweet to seductive, his eyes shining mischievously. You can only bring yourself to nod and your nose brushes against his as you do so. A shuddered breath leaves your lips as you find your hands find his chest.

Copia takes this as his opening and presses his lips to yours tenderly. You can taste the alcohol on his soft lips, your hands traveling up his chest to the back of his neck. He sighs against you, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth as he pulls you in close. His hands start to wander down your sides, settling on your ass before he slips them under your dress. 

You moan softly as he starts to massage it, the feeling of his leather gloves on your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as he pulls away from you, giving you ass one last squeeze as his fingers drift to pull your dress down for you. Copia then grabs your legs and pulls them into his lap.

He is paying so much attention to you, despite the silence between you both. It’s a comfortable silence as he caresses your legs (and you are mentally patting yourself on the back for shaving them that day). The fear of the ritual you had witnessed is completely gone now, your mind and body at ease as you settle into Copia’s lap.

This was not how you thought your night was going to go but you are not complaining. This was the most you’ve been touched by someone in a long time, having given up on dating a while ago and you weren’t typically one to put yourself out there like this. Something about him, the way he gazed at you, the way he cared enough to explain away what you had seen… 

His fingers start to drift to your inner thighs, drawing small circles as they continue to move up. You swallow thickly, wide eyes looking back at him as your cheeks flush. Your legs spread ever so slightly, allowing him to continue further up your thigh. 

“Is this okay, dolce?” Copia whispers, brushing his fingers even higher. Your face is completely flushed now, the closer he gets to your cunt the more wet it becomes. There is some nervousness buzzing around in the back of your head – despite being hidden by the darkness of the hallways, you were still in a public place. But again… this bar was owned and operated by a satanic organization…

“Yes…please.” 

He pulls your underwear to the side, his fingers dipping into your wet folds. Copia hums in approval, then presses one his fingers against your entrance. You shudder, grabbing on to his cassock and pulling him close. His nose brushes against your cheek before settling his face in your neck, breathing you in deeply. 

“Such a naughty girl.” He growls against you, his finger curling upward, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you. Your hips buck at the feeling, squeezing your lips shut as a moan bumbles up your throat. You feel him chuckle against your neck then presses a kiss to it as he slips another finger inside.

He starts to kiss, bite and suck at your neck, and by now you are feeling drunk off of him. You can tell by how roughly he’s moving his mouth on your neck that he’s leaving marks all over you. Your lips are quivering now, trying desperately to hold in your sounds which is all but impossible now as he adds a third finger. 

Copia pumps his fingers in and out of you, quickening his pace as he relentlessly presses into your bundle of nerves. Your entire body is trembling, your hips jerking wildly against his fingers. At this point, you’re over being discreet as breathy moans spill from your lips. 

Your hands move to grip at his shoulders, nails digging into them as you squeeze your eyes shut. He’s growling against you now and you can feel the vibration rumble of them down through your chest. Your muscles start to spasm and tense as the rest of your body trembles, a sharp cry rising from your lungs as your orgasm falls over you.

Your chest heaves as you start to come down from the high, feeling even more hazy than before. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, hovering there for a moment as you feel his warm breath on you before he pulls away. “I am very glad we ran into each other tonight, dolce.” He purrs, bringing his fingers up to taste them. You’re still recovering as your mouth drops open, watching him. “Ehm… why did you walk into that room in the first place?”

“Oh, well…” You feel a pang of embarrassment in your chest as you chuckle quietly. “I was looking for the bathroom.” 

He breaks out into a brilliant, toothy smile. “Tesoro, it’s right behind you — eh, if you still have to go.” 

“I probably should now.” You grin as you swing your legs off of his lap, your boots clunking to the floor. He pulls your dress down for you as you stand and you can feel yourself start to blush again. “Thank you.” You squeak before scurrying to the bathroom. 

Once inside, you do your business while your mind is exploding, thinking about what just happened. What did just happen? You got finger fucked by a stranger in a bar after witnessing a satanic ritual simulating the procreation of the antichrist. Maybe this was a typical Friday night for The Pinnacle Lounge.

Your legs are still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, wobbling as you make your way to the mirror. There are very obvious red marks all along your neck as well as some black smudges from his eye paint. You think about trying to wipe some of it off, or at least try to make some of the marks less noticeable for a second before you decide… fuck it.

As you wash your hands, you start to panic, thinking that maybe he won’t be out there waiting for you. It wouldn’t be the end of the world but — you really wanted him to be there. There was something about him that just drew you to him. Again, your mind turns back to how sweet he was with you and how handsome he was.

When you leave the bathroom, he is standing near the bench, waiting for you. He looks like he is almost nervous, his cheeks flushed as he turns his biretta over in his hands.

“Dolce, I’ve realized we have, ehm, kind of done things a bit backwards tonight.” His lips twitch into a small smile, reaching for your hand. You immediately place your hand in his and he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’m Cardinal Copia… ehm, will you allow me to buy you a drink?”

Ok but getting overwhelmed and hiding in secondos bed until you calm down,,,, like I just wanna get wrapped up in his blankets and pillows and take a nap

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HEHRHEISOAOXWIWOAPA YEEEEESSSSSS

okay so I’m autistic and getting overwhelmed is somewhat common. So like I’m thinking:

Getting overwhelmed bc of sensory issues or routine changes or whatever and sneaking into Secondo’s room. Putting on an Albert Hitchcock record and burying yourself in his blankets and pillows. You made sure to stop by your room to get a stuffed animal, the small item tucked safely in your arms with papa’s blankets all around.

You raided his closet for a White Sox hoodie that was at least two sizes two big for you. Getting swaddled up in his sheets, your face pressed into a pillow as you slowly drifted off.

You wake up to papa entering his quarters, muttering multiple Italian swear words in rapid succession. You sat up in the bed, his hoodie still swallowing you up, your stuffie clutched in your arms. “Papa?”

Papa jumps damn near out of his skin and then he’s like “awwww is someone sleepy? Napping all by yourself, little one?” And teasing you.

You just glare and whine, not unlike a petulant child. Papa kicks off his shoes, sheds his robes, and then he’s in your blanket nest. He’s got you pressed into his chest, his fingers stroking over your hair, his body heat spreading to you, making you feel so relaxed. Papa coos, gentle and loving, “go back to sleep little one. Papa is here now.”

Wallflower Pt. II

Read Part I here

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut/PWP, overstimulation, dom/sub, begging, possessive behavior, choking kink, dirty talk, praise kink, a hint of degradation kink, character study, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex/creampie, crying during sex, semi-public sex/office sex, pet names, dom!secondo, orgasm control, corruption kink, no beta.

A/N: a part two to this fic that I typed up bc I wanted to finish it :) enjoy

WC: N/A

You whimpered at that, knowing he was telling the truth. He wasn’t going to stop until he made you scream for him—until you shamelessly begged him to fuck you stupid.

He grinned, chuckling again, “you know that I mean it, don’t you? My shy little dove is going to cum until they’re begging me to stop.”

“Y-Yes Papa,” you answered, face flushed a deep red from a combination of shyness and arousal. You could feel your cunt dripping into Secondo’s palm, your desperation clear as day.

“Do you want my cock, little one? Do you want your papa to fill you up with his cock until you’re crying from pleasure, hm?” he asked, his voice gravely, growing deeper as his own arousal grew. His dick was painfully hard in the confines of his slacks, the zipper straining from the tent there.

You nodded, unable to speak as his fingers kept moving, hitting that spot inside you over and over, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought another orgasm. Small moans and sharp breaths left you instead, your hips arching towards him involuntarily as you tried hard not to cum again. Secondo wasn’t having it, his look growing stern as he fucked his fingers into you harder, “cum again, caro. Don’t fight your papa. Be good and cum for me. Now.”

You bit back a scream as you came, your limbs growing weak from the force of it. Secondo kept you up right, unfazed by your lack of control. “So good for me, my little dove,” he crooned in praise, withdrawing his fingers from inside you. He brought them up to your lips, the leather of his gloves coated in your cum, sliding in with ease as your lips parted on instinct, allowing them inside. You sucked your cum off, making Secondo groan in response, the sensation going straight to his dick.

Secondo growled, quickly getting your pants down so he could sit you on his desk, pushing you backward so you were laid out on the wooden surface. You could hear the metallic rattling of his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper being undone until finally, finally his cock was free.

“Ask me to fuck you, caro mio. Look me in the eyes and beg for my cock,” he demanded, pulling your legs up to rest over his broad shoulders, the muscles straining under his black dress shirt. Secondo was huge, standing at 6 foot and well-built; he could snap you in half like a toothpick, which only seemed to make you hornier. You liked that he could manhandle you anyway he wanted, although you were much too shy to voice such fantasies.

You whined in complaint, unable to keep steady eye contact with him, his dick sliding along your slit as he waited for you to ask for what you wanted. Secondo didn’t say anything, simply raising a brow as he waited for your reply. You shook your head, choking on the words, “c-can’t, Papa. I’m too shy, I don’t think I can—“

“You can,” he interjected, leaning over you, his face mere inches from yours, “and you will, little wallflower, or you will get nothing at all.”

That made you growl in frustration, your muscles twitching, your cunt clenching around nothing. You needed him and you needed him now.

“Do not play this game with me, bambino. You will not win. Do as your told and you’ll get what you want,” he urged, rocking his hips faster, his cock dragging along your clit just enough to drive you insane, to make you needier.

You looked at him, mouth slack, words slurred, “please Papa, just fuck me. Please fuck me, please.”

Secondo grinned, kissing your throat, his hand wrapping around his neglected cock so he could line himself up. In one swift thrust he was inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. You let out a high pitched wail of pleasure, grabbing at him as he bottomed out. “As you wish,” Secondo whispered teasingly, knowing the bite of pain you felt when he forced his way inside you was punishment enough for your continued avoidance of vocalizing your wants.

“Please,” you slurred again, pleading for something—anything—that would make you cum again. You needed to cum around his cock, to make your mind go blank, to feel that euphoric high as you let go rush through your veins, ensnaring you in satisfaction.

You were shy; everyone knew that. Most didn’t know—or at least they didn’t know for certain—that you craved this. You craved the teasing, the game of cat and mouse that you would ultimately lose, the constant pushing until you inevitable succumbed to pure, unabashed lust. You wanted this.

You wanted Secondo to break you down, to corrupt you in some way. You wanted to be forced from this constant state of overthinking and into a state of calm. You wanted to take what was given, to give up control.

Secondo was the perfect man to do such a thing. You knew that.

He did too.

Secondo’s hips snapped into yours over and over, the head of his cock slamming deep inside you, moans of ecstasy acting like music to his ears as he continued hammering into you. “So fucking tight, piccolo. You take my cock so well, caro, so well. You were made for this, little dove. You were made to take my cock,” he rambled, head dropping back as he fucked into you, hard and fast.

You came from his words, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you spasmed, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you did. Secondo groaned, hips stuttering slightly as he struggled to hold back his own orgasm. He didn’t want to cum this early, not until you were a mess on his desk, crying from pleasure.

You writhed on the desktop, trying to get away from him, trying to escape the overstimulation that was now beginning to overtake you. “Not so fast,” he grunted, his hands gripping your hips hard, “I’m not done wrecking my little fuck toy yet. We aren’t done until I say we are done, caro mio, and I haven’t said we are done.”

You whined, high pitched and pathetic, tears of overstimulation pricking at your eyes as he fucked into you, hard and fast and unforgiving. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles at the right speed, with just enough pressure to rip scream after scream out of you.

“That’s good, piccolo. Scream for your papa, little dove. Let everyone in this Abbey know who owns you,” Secondo laughed darkly, mismatched eyes glowing with sadistic glee at your tears and screams of tortured ecstasy.

“P-Please,” you cried, voice breaking, “please, I—fuck, hurts, oh fuck—please Papa! I c-can’t take it.”

Secondo nuzzled his nose into yours, smiling against your lips. “Yes you can. You can take it for me. Your papa wants two more, little dove. I want you to cum on my cock again.”

You shook your head, eyes stained red with your tears, your lips swollen and hair mussed up. You looked like you had lost a fight with a freight train, broken and writhing on the desk from pain and glorious pleasure.

Secondo nodded, nipping at your bottom lip, his voice a low rumble from deep in his chest, “two more, little wallflower. Just two more. I will be so pleased with you if you cum two more times for me. You are doing so well, amore, making me so proud. Cum again for papa.”

The fingers at your clit resumed their ministrations, choked sobs catching in your throat from the pain of overstimulation. Secondo licked at the stray tears slipping down your cheeks, groaning from the heady combination of salt and skin.

Secondo adjusted your position, his hands slipping up your back, pulling you up into him and deepening his thrusts. Your sex fluttered around him, another orgasm building from his merciless strokes. You were crying and moaning and whimpering, each snap of his pelvis emphasized by the exhale of breath and soft ‘ah ah ah’s’.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Secondo praised, his hips rolling into you at a slower pace, the head of his cock dragging over just the right spot inside you to make you keen and shake. He grinned in realization, rolling his hips again, pleased when you nearly screamed, your nails digging into him as you rocked back up to meet him, trying to push yourself over the edge of climax.

Once, twice, thrice more and you were cumming, falling over the edge with a scream of his name. Secondo slowed his movements, stalling inside you, his balls pressed against you as he let you come down a little bit. “Just one more, piccolo. One more. You sound so pretty when you scream my name, cumming all over my cock like the needy little thing you are. So good for your papa, Il mio piccolo girasole (my little sunflower),” he cooed quietly, kissing your forehead as you cried from pleasure laced pain.

Secondo began thrusting again, slow but hard, his cock hammering deep inside you. It was agonizing, your cunt aching from the pain as he used you, his muscles tensing as he neared his climax.

“Are you going to cum with your papa, little dove?” he asked teasingly, his voice wavering with another deep thrust and another clench of your sex around his cock.

You didn’t reply, your mind long gone as he gave you climax after climax. You whimpered and cried, trembling with each coaxing touch, nearly your edge again with torturous vigor.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Secondo chuckled, amusement written all over his face. His paint was beginning to run, the black streaking with the white, blending certain sections.

You bucked up against him, trying to dislodge his body in order to escape, his cock dragging in and out lazily, only for a hard stroke to follow, driving you crazy. You were a mess, covered in sweat and spit and your own arousal, lips swollen and eyes ringed red with tears. Secondo wished he could bottle the moment and relive it whenever the mood struck him, but he figured fucking you stupid another time would suffice.

“C-Can’t, papa,” you sobbed out, begging in only a few words for him to stop.

“We both know you can,” he snapped, gripping your throat with a gloved hand, yanking your face up to his roughly, “I’ve explained it time and time again. You can. You will. Be a good little fucktoy and cum all over my cock, bambino. Cum on my cock like the messy little slut you are for your papa.”

He slammed into you over and over, until you finally came with a scream, body spasming and going limp, your eyes fluttering shut. Secondo groaned, his balls drawing up as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum. He mourned the feeling of your wet heat around his dick when he pulled out, his half hard cock soaking wet with your slick, his cum dribbling out of your used hole.

“Not so shy now, my little dove. You will never have to be shy around your papa. I promise.”

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—The Hunter’s Blood Moon—

Summary: Daniella is just your average college graduate, with a two-year film degree, a simple shift at her local bookstore, and a large friend group of two. On her graduation trip to Sweden, not only does she meet new faces and try new things, but a nighttime run-in with some fallen angels helps her discover innate magical powers even she was not aware of. And when some very-familiar-looking skeleton-faced popes show up to provide their own assistance, it’s up to Daniella to decide whether she wants to go back to her old life or stay in the Satanic Ministry of Ghost and learn the ways of their Dark God.

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Prologue

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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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Satan’s Toy Box

Hello anon!  Thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy what I came up with!  

~ As the owner of the local sex toy shop you find yourself developing a crush on a Cardinal from the local Satanic church ~

The prompt was: attempting to find out if they are single/available

Cardinal Copia x GN Reader (nsfw, 18+, mdni)

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Today was going to be the day.

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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! 🖤

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