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copiousloverofcopia · 6 months

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

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

Hopefully this little sumthin sumthin will be worth it.

And Then It Hit Him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A papa and Papa.”

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novitiate- nun or sister in training

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honey-tongued-devil · 7 months

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Sinners' tango

It wasn't just meant to be a small collection of Papa x Sister of Sin!Reader, but also to have a little interpretation key. So, as usual, I invite you to comment/like to show your support!

I really like the idea that the Ministry of Ghosts is a matriarchal pyramid, where even though Papa seems like the most important figure, Sister Imperator is the one who holds the reins of everything. Furthermore, I like that this isn't seen as a threat to anyone's masculinity within the clergy.

This series had a bit of this in mind. The woman isn't shown to allow more or less everyone to insert/identify themselves, yet her presence is so strong that even without ever seeing her face, you should be able to perceive her as the dominant figure in the composition. Sometimes she simply doesn't bother to look at those who are looking at the images, as if leaving the dirty work to someone else, other times she plays with her men, who allow themselves to be moved docilely.

There's also a certain sensuality, the idea of intimacy between the sister and the pope, and the various popes looking into the camera is like an awareness of their position. It's a submissive, almost devoted but still proud. Except for Copia, but not because he's not devoted to her, but because he, more than anyone, couldn't take his eyes off her.

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quaildoodle · 2 months

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Makes you wonder what’s Katyas kind is…

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themratts · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day is around the corner 🥰

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gravehags · 1 month

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Hello!!

Would you be willing to do a NSFW continuation of the Cardinal Copia book club one you did??

If so that would be awesome!! If not no biggie!! 😃

i had way too much fun with this oh my god. also jumped through many hoops to get this posted while the internet is out at my house lmao. enjoy!

part 1 here

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For all your confidence leading up to this event, you sure are filled with doubt.

You arranged to have the seminary classroom all to yourselves, a nice cozy little rendezvous for your and your sweet Cardinal to discuss your book. Gnawing on your lower lip and wringing your hands anxiously, you groan. Would he be angry when he found out this club was only comprised of the two of you? Would he be frightened off? He was such a skittish little thing, always gesticulating and hurrying around the abbey. You adored that about him. You're halfway through a sigh when a knock happens at the door behind you. Right on time, you think as you steel yourself and open the door. He's wearing the red cassock today - your favorite - as he stands there gripping his book and gazing at you with such infatuation it makes your heart melt. Fuck you wanted him.

"Good evening, sorella," he begins, sidestepping you to enter the classroom, "eh, I'm the first one here!"

"Uh-huh," you confirm with a bright smile, hand on his lower back to usher him to a seat. "Punctual as always, Cardinal. Tell me, what did you think of the first chapter?"

"Shouldn't we eh…shouldn't we wait for the others to arrive?"

"The others…right. I'm uh...afraid it's just us tonight Cardinal."

He regards you with a peculiar gleam in his eye.

"I have you all to myself then, don't I?" he purrs with a level of seduction you hadn't expected from him, and it shows from the way your cheeks flush. Oh this is going to be fun.

"And I, you," you murmur, reaching a hand up to brush along his bicep, delighting when you see a shiver ripple through him, "I've always been fond of you Cardinal."

"H-have you?" he chirps, setting his book down and removing his biretta, placing it on top of his book. "Perhaps you should know then..."

"Mmhmm?" your hand continues to toy with the wool of his cassock as you bring yourself closer to him. Close enough to see the freckles that spatter across his cheeks and long nose.

"I have you right where I want you," his steady voice and the sinister grin that curls his lips make your jaw drop in shock but before you can say anything, do anything, he’s on you like a man starved. His lips slam into yours, tongue sliding into your gasping mouth as he backs you against the desk at the front of the room. It takes you a few seconds but the feel of his gloved hand gripping your hip through the thin black material of your habit makes you moan into his mouth.

He's delighted as he grins against your lips, the fine hairs of his mustache tickling you. When he pulls back to lay a line of fiery open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and throat, you're finally able to speak.

"H-how..how did you know?"

He chuckles into your neck, pushing his hips into yours so you can feel the curve of his cock through the abundant fabric he currently wears.

"Not quite as shy and awkward as everyone thinks, eh sorella? All but ignored - except by you. Oh I saw the way you looked at me from the moment you stepped foot into this abbey."

He pulls away for a moment, only to spin you around, one hand inching the fabric of your habit up your leg and over your hip. When his fingers dance along the waistband of your underwear, the breath is knocked from your lungs and he laughs against your hair.

"How long have you wanted your Cardinal, sorella?" he asks as he cups the wet heat of you. "How long have you wanted this poor, little, strange old man to fuck you?"

His fingers slide in and tease you open, making you sigh and lean back against his chest.

"Always, Cardinal," you breathe, "it was always you. No one else."

He rewards your candidness by circling your clit, the leather gliding through your slick with ease.

"Dolcezza,” he groans, grinding his cock against the curve of your ass. "Mi lasci avere te? Give yourself to me. Let me make you mine and you will want for nothing."

When two fingers dip down to tease at your entrance you cry out, arching backwards against him.

"Yes! I'm yours Cardinal, make me yours, please.”

He's got you bent over the desk within seconds, rucking your habit up over your hips and your underwear down them. He murmurs in Italian - you don't catch much of it - as you hear him curse while lifting his own garment. You cant your hips back to present yourself to him and grin lazily when you hear him fussing with the zipper of his trousers.

When he finally frees himself and guides the head of him along your slit, you moan wantonly.

"So wet for your Cardinal," he breathes, soaking his cock in your slick before prodding at your entrance. You nod through your haze of pleasure, mouth falling open as he pushes his thick length into you.

You don't know what you expected of him but he's big - delightfully so - and you keen aloud at the way you stretch around him. Your arms are already shaking as they support your body and he reaches around to tilt your head his direction.

"Ti benedica, preferita tra le sorelle."

"Thank you, Cardinal," you gasp and he rewards you by sliding out of you then slamming back in with such force you nearly collapse. He sets a steady but deep pace, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, panting and mouthing at your shoulder. Each movement within you brings you closer to not only your beloved Cardinal but the Olde One himself, His light filling you up just as surely as Copia’s cock. You've never had a coupling like this and you plan to tell him so as soon as you've regained your senses. Streams of filth slip from the Cardinal's lips as he ruts into you, each thrust more powerful than the last.

"So fucking tight," he growls, sliding a hand down your spine, "I've w-waited so long for this. What d-delicious temptation you have provided. My mind has been f-filled with how your cunt would feel."

“I'd--ah!" You attempted to respond but the speed with which he fucks you now makes your eyes roll back in your skull. "I'd fuck myself to the t-though of you since that f-first day. Don't stop, please don’t stop."

Your confession and demand only spurs him on, cock slamming inside of you repentedly and hitting that sweet spot you never seemed able to reach on your own. Your moans echo through the classroom and you know others outside can hear you but all you can care about right now is the man standing behind you giving you the most intense pleasure of your life. When you come undone, gushing over his cock, you let out a wail and reach a hand behind you to grasp at your Cardinal's hair. The tugging of your fingers on his greying brown strands is enough to push him over the edge and he comes with a shout, filling you up in spurt after spurt. When you finally relinquish your grip on his hair, your body sags against the desk, arms finally giving way. Your Cardinal has you though, arm wrapped around your middle to bring you close to him.

"Divino,” he pants into your ear before placing a kiss at your temple.

You nod dumbly as his cock slips out of you and his cum slides down the insides of your thighs to gather at the tops of your stockings. His gaze briefly follows its path with a glint of hunger in his eyes but ultimately he lowers your habit and turns you around to face him. When your eyes meet his, a goofy little smile makes his mustache twitch and you're reminded why you like him so much.

"Take me to bed, Cardinal," you request with a goofy smile of your own. His expression becomes deathly serious all of a sudden.

"But sorella, our book club.”

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ghulehunknown · 7 months

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DAY 1 of KINKTOBER! 🎃

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*EXPLICIT - NSFW*

“Caught by Papa”

Summary: Papa of your choice catches you touching yourself in the pews of the Abbey…

Warnings/Tags: Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Public Masturbation

Mass went agonizingly slow. And Papa wasn’t helping by glancing at you every few moments. You wanted to touch yourself, thinking of those stolen kisses you two had in the hallways on Tuesday - but you couldn’t, not with the Clergy in the pews next to you.

Yet when it was over, you found yourself remaining where you sat, waiting until everyone left. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was stupidity - to not go back to your room to relieve those fiery thoughts going through your mind just moments ago.

You gazed up at the large Grucifix hanging over the altar. You closed your eyes and slipped your hand through the slit of your habit, touching yourself slowly at first, then quicker and quicker until -

“All by yourself, Sorella?” came a familiar voice.

Blood rushed to your cheeks, sudden shame washing over you. “Papa! Shit - I mean I, I didn’t see you there,” you exclaimed. You scrambled to pull down your skirt to make yourself decent, but an unexpected leather-gloved hand tucking your hair behind your ear stopped you in your tracks.

“Tsk tsk, Sorella,” he snarled, appearing in the pew behind you - one hand gripping your wrist so tightly it turned white, his other hand lifting your skirt back up. “The only sin you’ve committed is not letting me help you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand slipped easily into your core. His breath, hot and heavy, whispered devilish things into your ear in between the kisses he placed on your neck. You kicked up your combat boots on the back of the pew in front of you, feeling his fingers explore you deeper.

“Really, Papa? Right here, in the place where we worship the Olde One?” you teased through quiet moans as his fingers slid around your clit, back down and slipping two fingers inside you.

“Really, Sorella? Eye fucking me,” - he began to slide his fingers in and out of you as he said this - “and flashing me your upper thighs as I dutifully led our worship to the Olde One?”

Motherfucker. You had no quick retort when he was inside you. You had no mind, no resolve, no breath, no name - only his name at your lips. Merely a Nameless Sibling, melting at the slightest look he gave you. No voice but a whimper, a moan, echoing the pleasure he gave you within the Abbey halls.

His free hand clapped around your mouth to muffle your moans, as people crossed the hallway just outside the doors. “When we get back to my room I want to hear you screaming, but for now…shhh,” he said, thumbing your clit as he continued to thrust in and out of you. Your body tensed, your fists in balls as you tried as hard as you could not to scream into his hand as you came, shaking in his arms.

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bupia · 11 months

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Love letter: Chapter 1 - Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader

Summary: Working as the Cardinal’s assistant, one day you find a letter inside of one of his filing cabinet. As you take it in your hands, you notice there’s no “from” or “to” written on it.

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Warnings: Some Italian swearing. This chapter is pure romance, but there may be smut in the upcoming chapters.

It was pretty early in the morning and you were already making your bed while all the other siblings who shared the dormitory with you were still asleep. You were the Cardinal's assistant, although you weren't sure why he chose you. You hadn't been in the Ministry for very long compared to other few siblings who applied for the role. To be fair, you were not sure how many people applied to be Cardinal's assistant. He was not as popular in the ministry as Papa Emeritus III, Terzo. Many siblings in the ministry would do anything to be close to Papa, but it was well known that Terzo didn't care for any siblings in the ministry. There were rumors that his heart was already taken, some rumors suggested that he already had what people would call his “Prime Mover”, but you weren't sure about it as you didn't know much about him. Nevertheless, you decided to do the best job you could.

When you first started as his assistant, you thought the job would be boring. In the beginning, it felt a little dull, but as time passed, you and the Cardinal developed a good relationship. Working with him became your favorite thing to do at the ministry, especially when he would call you by Italian nicknames.

You had been working together for 7 months now, and although waking up early wasn't your favorite thing, being near the Cardinal was pleasant. Cardinal Copia was a nice old man - gentle, clumsy, silly, focused, and respectful. He also had a habit that you found amusing. Sometimes, he would mumble words in Italian. You weren't able to understand all of it, but you were already used to some words like "cazzo" and "merda."

With all the time you spent together, you started to see the Cardinal in a different way. He was not just your clumsy boss anymore; you started to feel something else. Hearing him call you by your name, was the highlight of your day. You loved how your name sounded on his voice with his accent. But you needed to keep it extremely professional, not showing any emotions, controlling yourself to not blush or talk to him in a shaky voice whenever he was too close to you.

Looking at the clock on your bedside table, you realize that you are already a few minutes late. You rush to the door, opening it quickly, causing Sister Emily to almost drop the laundry basket she was carrying.

"Is everything okay, Si-sister?" She asked, her voice shaky from being startled by you.

"Yes, I'm sorry Sister Emily, I didn't mean to scare you." You apologized before leaving your dormitory in a hurry.

You run down the stairs and head straight to Cardinal's office. Luckily, it's still early and there aren't many people in the corridors. You reach his office door, grab the keys, and unlock it. You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear the click of the door unlocking, indicating that Cardinal hasn't arrived yet.

Once inside, you open the curtains to let in some light and notice that his desk is a bit messy. "He must have stayed here late last night after I left." You think as you start organizing the pens on his desk before getting on your knees to organize the files in the filing cabinet of his desk.

As you're organizing the files in the filing cabinet, you come across an envelope that doesn't belong there. There's no "From" or "To" written on it, just a blank envelope with a paper inside. You consider putting it back in the folder, but your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to open it, but before you can read the contents of the letter, you hear a click at the door. You quickly stand up, close the cabinet door, and shove the letter into your pocket fixing your habit.

"Buongiorno, sorella!" Cardinal greets you as he enters the room, looking at you suspiciously. "Is everything okay?" he asks while he takes some steps ahead getting close to his desk.

"Yes, Cardinal. I was just organizing some papers you left on your desk." You explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot to organize them yesterday." He apologized.

"No problem, Cardinal. I'm here to help you with whatever you need." You assure him with a smile.

He smiled back at you, pulling his chair to sit on. "I honestly don't know what I would do without you, sorella. You're one of the best things that has happened to me recently. I really made a very good choice, sì?" He giggled.

In an impulsive act, you got up quickly from your chair, putting your hands on the table and taking a deep breath.

"What's the problem, sorella?" He looked at you, sitting in his chair.

"I just noticed I forgot your coffee, Cardinal." You said, turning your back to him and walking to the door before he could say something.

Feeling your heart jumping from your chest, you closed the door behind you. Those words messed with you, you know you had an impulsive reaction but you didn't know what to do when you heard him calling you as "one of the best things that has happened to me recently." You were pretty aware of how you felt about Cardinal Copia and you didn't want to let it show.

Walking to the kitchen, you could smell the coffee. The scent of the coffee was filling the corridors already. You could also smell bread being baked.

"I came to get Cardinal's coffee!" You said as you entered the kitchen.

"Sister! We thought you wouldn't come!" One of the siblings said, getting the tray with Copia's breakfast and lending it to you.

"Oh! I didn't forget at all, I was just busy with some duties." With the tray on your hands you left the kitchen and headed to his office again.

Stopping by the door, you opened it slowly, keeping the tray straight with one hand. When you stepped inside the office, you saw Cardinal Copia in front of the window behind his desk with his gloved hands behind his back. You stayed in silence for a while, just staring at him. Today, he was wearing your favorite cassock, the black one. Not that you didn't like the other ones, but there was something about the black that would make you look at him more than usual.

Using one of your feet, you closed the door behind you. As the door clicked shut, Copia turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. As you took steps to get closer to his desk, Copia turned his body in your direction and gave you a gentle smile.

"Oh, sorella. You're too good for this old man. What would I do without you, sì?" Giggling, you placed the tray on his desk in front of his chair.

"Well, Cardinal, I'm just doing my work." You smiled at him as he sat in his chair. "And also, if I didn't get it for you, you would totally forget to eat because we both know you get too focused on your work and forget to eat!"

"Sì, sì, you're right, sorella, but you are not 'just doing your work.' You do a lot more for me." He reached for your hand and held it. You froze at the touch of his hand reaching for the one that was still holding the tray handle. Turning your eyes from your hand to his face, you saw that he was staring into your eyes.

What only took a few seconds felt like hours due to the silence that filled the room after his touch. Giving him a shy smile, you could swear you saw him blush. As he let go of your hand, you walk back to your desk trying not to loose your composure.

For the rest of the day, you and Copia stayed in silence while doing your jobs. It was not common to work with him in complete silence. He would call your name to ask for something or just to point out some information. Sometimes, he would also engage in casual conversation. However, at times, you could swear you felt him looking at you.

Lunchtime came after a long morning of silence. It almost felt like time had stopped. Looking at the clock on the wall, you see that it is almost time to get Cardinal's lunch.

“Co-, Cardinal Copia” You took a deep breath before keep talking. “I’m gonna get your lunch at the kitchen with the other siblings.” You got up from your chair and walked to his desk to pick up the tray that was on the right side of his desk.

“Oh! Sorella, don’t need to worry about it. Go have your lunch with the other siblings and I will ask for someone to clean it and bring the lunch.” You stopped walking to his direction and nod with your head.

Turning your back to him, you left his office and went straight to the cafeteria. It was the first time that Copia hadn't asked you to do something for him or allowed you to do it. Today was definitely not a normal day, but at least it was Friday, which meant that whatever was happening between you and the Cardinal, the weekend would probably fix it.

Returning to the office after eating with the other siblings, you hear Cardinal's voice screaming in a not-too-unfamiliar language and loud noises coming from inside the office. You hurried your steps and opened the door, finding his office in a big mess. Cardinal Copia was throwing papers in the air, and some were already on the ground. The shelves were disorganized, all the drawers from his desk were fully open, and only your desk remained untouched. You stepped inside the office, closing the door behind you looking around all the mess having no idea what was happening.

"Cazzo! Merda! Dov'è?" Cardinal was now on his knees on the floor, taking out papers from the filing cabinet.

"Cardinal, is everything okay?" You asked, approaching him getting on your knees in front of him.

"Sorella! Great! I'm glad you're here!" He grabbed your hand, looking at you. "Sorella, per favore, essere onesta con me, did you see an envelope today when you arrived at the office early this morning?"

You knew exactly what he was talking about. "I'm sorry, Cardinal. I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen it." You lied. You wanted to tell him that yes, you saw it and yes, it was in your pocket, but you were too afraid to admit it. What would he think of you? There was no plausible excuse for having it in your habit's pocket.

"I may have taken it with me somewhere else. Are you sure you didn't see anything, cara?" Cardinal sighed.

You nod your head. "I'm sorry, Cardinal. I'm sure we'll find it somewhere, right?" You give him a smile.

"Sì, cara, you're right."

"Should I help you clean up this mess?" You put your other hand on top of his.

"Ah... sì..." You felt his grip on your hand getting tighter, and you let go of his hand. Cardinal get up giving you his hand for you to hold helping you to get up after him. You smile at him grabbing his hand, holding your habit, you get up.

As you and Cardinal starts to organize the room, you couldn't stop thinking that the envelope was still in your pocket. Not only that, but you had also lied to him about not knowing what he was talking about. If it wasn’t bad enough that you had taken it from his filing cabinet, imagine how much worse it was now that you had lied about it.

While you were organizing his documents in the filing cabinet, you thought you could just put it there without him noticing it. But that would be strange, if you just looked at him saying: "Look, Cardinal, it was here the whole time!"

So you had to think in a better plan. Maybe when it was time for you to leave his office, you could tell him that you would stay just a little bit longer, so you could hide the envelope somewhere and tell him how you found it on Monday.

As the last hours of the workday approached, Cardinal Copia got up from his chair. He walked towards your desk and stopped in front of it. "Sorella, I suppose we're finished for today, sì?"

"Oh! Cardinal, I haven't finished these papers yet. Is it okay if I stay for just one more hour?" Your face was glued to the papers in front of you just to avoid his gaze.

"Are you sure, sorella? Do you want some company?" He asked, not moving from in front of your desk.

"Yes, Cardinal. I'm sure. I'll finish these papers in an hour or less, and you can go rest now. Don't worry, I'll lock the door when I leave.” You replied, still focused on the papers.

He grumbled some words to himself.

"Hm?" You lift your head in his direction. "What did you say, Cardinal?"

"Nothing, sorella. Just thinking out loud, sì?" He took a step back from your table and walked to the door. "Buona notte, cara. Don't forget to lock the door when you leave." You smiled nodding at him as he left and closed the door behind him.

After he left, you returned to focusing on the papers in front of you. They weren't a big deal; you just needed to review some official documents from the Clergy to make sure everything was in order.

By the time you finish with the papers, you get up from your chair, stretch your back, and start to clean up your desk right away. You organize the files in the shelf and check if Copia's desk needs attention. With everything in order, you leave the office and lock the door. The corridors are already quiet, and you can only hear the sound of crickets outside the Ministry.

As you approached your dormitory, you retrieved your keys from your pocket. Suddenly, an envelope fell out. You realized with dismay that it was the letter you had forgotten to replace. You couldn't believe you had forgotten it.

Picking up the letter envelope from the floor, you weren't sure what to do next. Should you return it to his office, dispose of it, or keep it with you until Monday?

With so many options and thoughts running through your mind, you decided to head back to your dormitory. At this point, you regretted taking the letter from Cardinal's filing cabinet. However, it was too late, and you already had it in your possession, even worse, in your room.

Realizing it was a lost cause, you placed the envelope under your pillow and took a quick, relaxing shower. Upon returning, you checked under your pillow to ensure the envelope was still there. Unfortunately, it was.

Lying down, you couldn't stop thinking about what you had done. You had lied and hid it from Cardinal Copia, and if you told him what you had done, he would probably be disappointed and remove you from your position. You were supposed to return it after he left, but you got so distracted with the papers that you forgot.

But there was something else on your mind: why did Cardinal look so worried about this envelope? What was in the letter? If he was hiding it, it was probably something important. Your curiosity started to hammer in your head with questions that could only be answered if you read the letter, but should you? Invading Cardinal's privacy like this would probably put you on a tightrope. In fact, you had already invaded his privacy when you took it from the filing cabinet and shoved it into your pocket. And yes, you had the intention to give it a look before, but now, after seeing Cardinal on his knees throwing the papers all around, you weren't sure if you really should read it.

Yet, curiosity wasn't leaving you alone. You swiped your hand under your pillow and grabbed the envelope, bringing it close to your chest and taking a deep breath. You look around to make sure all the siblings were asleep and with a trembling hand, you open the envelope and take out the letter from inside. You still hold it close to your chest, gathering the courage you need.

Unfolding the letter, you realize that it bears the handwriting of the Cardinal. As you begin to read, you do not see any name mentioned in the first few lines but the next few lines made your eyes widen.

“If you are reading this, it's probably because I have finally mustered the courage to deliver this letter. I know that a man of my age and position in the Ministry shouldn't be feeling what I feel for you, but it's inevitable to do not feel the way I feel when you are one of the few people who truly show compassion for me here. You've turned my world upside down in these last few months. Through small acts of affection and words, I try to show what I feel for you, but being close to you is like losing my breath, and whenever you look at me, I feel my body freeze and I have no reaction, that’s because I see gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at me, and it's almost impossible for me to maintain my composure. Your smile brightens up the room and your voice calling me as “Cardinal” is like music to my ears, although, I really wish you’d call me as Copia. Sometimes, I'm afraid of speaking too much and letting my feelings escape from within me. I can't say if this is love, passion, attraction, or something beyond that, but I know that I want to be the one holding your hand, Finally, I would like to say that even if my feelings for you are not reciprocated, I hope you can still understand that...”

"What?!" you exclaimed in your head. You turned the paper over to see if there was anything on the other side, but the letter ended there. It was inconclusive. "How can someone leave a love letter inconclusive?" you ask to yourself. Oh- wait. You sit up fast on your bed, noticing you've just read a love letter from the Cardinal, and you have no idea who he wrote it for. You've just read that Cardinal Copia is in love with someone from the Ministry, and you start to wonder who it is. But, do you really want to know? You feel a tightness in your chest. It was going to be a long weekend until Monday, but not forgetting about the Sunday mass. You’d see Cardinal Copia earlier than you thought.

Chapter 2

Grammar

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Cazzo - fuck Merda - shit Sorella - sister Buongiorno - good morning Cara - dear Dov’è? - where is it? Essere onesta con me - be honest with me Sì - yes/right Buona notte - good night

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 6 months

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little sunshine. - from the start

cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader part 1.

masterlist. / little sunshine masterlist.

a/n (edited): thank you for all the love you guys are amazing <33

warnings/things to note: just copia being a ball of anxiety but we love him for it, oops i accidentally put some autistic traits into Copia but THAT'S FINE WE LOVE HIM EITHER WAY- also i wrote the reader as a confident, beautiful woman BECAUSE YOU ARE!!1!1!

anyway enjoy <3 requests are always open !

word count: 1,887

You were sitting at a windowsill, overlooking the garden. You had taken off your veil earlier, it had gotten too itchy to wear for 80% of the day. The veil was sitting in your lap as you combed your hair with your fingers, not really thinking of much, just spacing out.

"O-Oh! S-Sorella, hello...!" A voice pulled you out of your daydream, and you turned your head to see a nervous-looking Cardinal, whom you've learned to know as Copia. "What, uh... what are you doing here?" He asked politely, already starting to fidget in your presence.

Copia had always thought you were beautiful, with how you did your hair (from what he could see given the chance), to your eyes, and how they always seemed to sparkle with some sort of magic when you spoke about your interests. He tried to act brave, to put on a face of a confident Cardinal and could do anything he put his mind to. Unfortunately, he couldn't hide the fact that he'd always get nervous around pretty girls, and you were no exception. He cleared his throat and looked up at you, admiring your beauty.

You, in turn, stare at him expectantly with a cautious eyebrow raising. "Hello, Cardinal. Did they... need me for something?" You asked as you ran your fingers across the fabric of your veil, still sitting in your lap as you waited from a response from him.

Copia took a deep breath. "Um, yes, Sorella- I- I mean, Sister..." His voice cracked and he felt a wave of embarrassment flush over him. He cleared his throat again and started over. "Yes, the clergy requested you for an important m-meeting, about you." He looked up at you again, his breath catching in his throat the longer he stared at you. The truth was, he loved you. He really, truly loved you, and he didn't know the reason why. He cleared his throat yet again and looked away quickly.

You sighed, looking out at the gardens one last time, you knew the meeting would be at least 2-3 hours, and that's if they were all arriving on time. "Alright... I'll be there in a moment." You replied, sliding off of the sill and digging into your pocket to grab your compact mirror. When you found it, you handed it to Copia. "Could you be a dear and hold this for me for a second? Thanks."

Copia nodded, opening the mirror for you in one hand and looking around awkwardly as you put your veil back on. His eyes darted to his feet, the wall, the ceiling and eventually back at you. He tried to look you in the eye, but as always, he just lost any confidence or courage he was able to muster up. As much as he wanted to meet your gaze, his heart did a thousand jumping jacks per second. He just couldn't do it.

Meanwhile, you were finishing up putting the veil back on your head, your perfect bangs peeking out and falling into place just above your eyes. You smoothed it over with your perfect, manicured hand and stared at yourself in the compact mirror for a few seconds, smiling at yourself before taking the mirror back. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Copia nodded again, barely looking at you for a moment before dropping his gaze down to his feet. He knew that if he stared at you any longer than that, he'd just might lose his marbles because he was so in love with you. The feelings that ran through his mind and soul were ones that he did not know were possible for him to feel, especially as a Cardinal in a Satanic Church.

Copia's face flushed. "Y-You look, um..." he fumbled over his words. "Like a drowned rat?" You cut him off, joking. "Don't worry, I'm aware. I'll see you around, Cardinal." You smiled to yourself as you walked towards the meeting room.

Copia's eyes followed your figure as you put more and more distance between the two of you. "Y-You look gorgeous.... drowned rats don't tend to be as attractive as you..." he mumbled to himself the moment you were out of sight, then facepalmed. He couldn't believe he just said that out loud, what if someone could hear him?! Not to mention, what if you heard?! He hid his face in his hands. "Great, just great, now I look like an idiot. She's never going to talk to me ever again..."

A few hours later, you wandered out of the meeting room, looking stressed and exhausted. That meeting had really worn you out. You sighed heavily once you got into the middle of an empty hallway, burying your face in your hands and letting out a muffled, voice-cracked groan. "Okay! Get yourself together, girl. You can do this." You whispered to yourself to boost your confidence, You took another deep breath and started to walk down the hallway again.

Little did you know that Copia was actually right behind you. "S-Sorella- I- I mean, Sister! Wait for me, please!" he squeaked, stuttering like crazy as he power-walked to you. "Hm?" You turned in confusion, then relaxed a bit as you realized it was just Copia. "Sister. What is wrong? Everything okay?" He asked, a bit out of breath. He sounded worried; he knew the amount of stress you might be under right now, but he hated to think you were suffering. His heart ached when you looked anything but happy.

"Oh, hello again, Cardi. Sorry, is it okay if I call you Cardi?" You greet him and you two slowly walk down the hall side by side. "And, to answer your question, yes, I'm fine. It's just... they want me to work at the library now instead of with the kids, which I don't mind, it's just... I dunno. The library can get really stuffy sometimes." You sigh, staring at the tiles on the floor.

"Of course you can, Sister... but, uh... I would prefer if my name was not in such close proximity to the, uh... cardiovascular system. M-Maybe something a bit more... friendly, y'know?" He chuckled a bit, seeming like he had something else to say, but he chose to keep it to himself, for now. He looked down at his feet, counting the seconds between each step. "I... I understand that it gets stuffy, but what about the little ones? They love you, no?"

You giggled at his comment on the nickname. "No, no, I meant- I meant it as a shorter version of 'Cardinal,' that's all. Silly billy." You sighed, looking at the tapestries decorating the walls. "I know, they really do. They're so cute, but they do cry a lot. And it can get really loud at times." You shrugged. "I don't really mind the switch, honestly."

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry, I'm bad at picking up on social things. I- I mean, if you want to call me Cardi, you can...!" He mumbled bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "Alright, then. I will." You smiled at him.

When he glanced at you again, he knew that now would be the time to bite the bullet. He cleared his throat again and began to speak. "Sister.. I.. is it okay if I ask you a question?" He looked down at his feet again. You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, andpart of your hair that was hiding behind your veil had fallen over your shoulder. "Oh? Go ahead..."

He took a deep breath as he stopped, looking you in the eye. He couldn't believe he was actually saying this. He just hoped you wouldn't throw your heel at him and hate him for eternity by the end of it.

"I.. Sor- Sister.. I... Would you like to... um... would you possibly want to take a walk with me in the gardens after dinner? Just... just you and me? Like a, uh... like a date?"

There, he'd said it. Out loud. In front of you. He felt faint and the room began to spin slightly, but he had to be brave for you.

"......Eh?"

You didn't mean for that to slip out, but it did. You were just surprised. It wasn't uncommon that you'd get a love confession, you'd get one almost every week. But you were at a loss for words at this one because, well, it was Copia of all people! The Cardinal Copia, future Papa Emeritus IV of the Satanic Ministry!

Copia felt his face turn pale as your reaction shocked him. He thought he had screwed up big time, and he had a bad feeling he was right. He took a deep breath and looked up at you with pleading eyes. "Oh... please, don't be angry with me. I've... I've loved you for so long, Sister, so very long. I- I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't bring myse-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow your roll, Cardi. That wasn't supposed to be my response!" You chuckled, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder to comfort him (and to make him meet your eyes). You smiled at him. "And my response... is yes, I'd love to." You couldn't help but tease him a little, he just looked really cute when he got all shy and fumbled over his words while trying to talk to you.

Copia's eyes lit up at your words, he knew he was smiling like an idiot right now, but he didn't care. He let out a quick laugh. "Y-You really want to?" He couldn't believe it; he thought you were just playing him at first. But when you nodded and smiled, he almost swooned with joy. He accidentally, unknowingly started to step towards you, a shy smile on his face.

He started to lean in slightly...

...and you leaned back slightly, patting his shoulder with an awkward chuckle. "Uhhhh.... not quite there yet. But we'll get there eventually." you giggled.

He felt his face flush with embarrassment, and he took a couple steps back. "S-Sorry..." he chuckled awkwardly. "A-Anyway, tonight after dinner? Is... is that a plan then?" He smiled awkwardly his heart fluttered in his chest as the realization hit him. You said yes. He was so excited and worried at the same time. The feeling was so overwhelming, it made him feel lightheaded.

You nodded, inadvertently brushing your bangs out of your eyes. "That sounds wonderful. I'll meet you in the dining hall entrance after we're finished. I'd like to change my shoes first though."

Copia nodded. He couldn't hold in his excitement anymore, his hands fidgeting again, but this time out of happiness. You smiled as it caught your eye, you thought it was cute. He chuckled nervously. "O-Okay, Sister. I'll be in the dining hall, waiting..." He then turned the opposite direction of where you two were supposed to be walking, then turned back to look at you again. "Sister, I just wanted to say.... thank you. Thank you so much, I... I don't know if you know how much this means to me." He smiled warmly at her then ran off excitedly.

"Okay, Cardinal... I think I'm pretty aware now." You nodded and chuckled, shaking your head as you walked towards your own room to get ready.

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she-lovesmovies · 11 months

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Copia x sister of sin reader

(She/her reader)

Words count: 1,5k

Summary: Since Copia had become papa, he seemed to forget you more and more. Making you aware of your insecurities.

Warnings: A bit of angst. Emotional hurt/comfort. My bad English writing.

Notes: sorry English is not my first language so it’s not really well written and may contain mistakes. Attempt to write Italian (it fails). Also this is an old draft I posted on my other acc so some people may have already read it.

(Pic from Pinterest)

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

Copia had always been sweet and kind to you. Yes he was someone else on stage but you loved him that way.

You had shared your best moments in the clergy with him. After one of the ghoul (Aether) had find you waiting outside of the clergy’s church, desperate. You had entered the ministry in hope to find something better.

And you had fall in love.

Everything was perfect.

Until Copia had started ignoring you.

Well he wasn’t really ignoring you.

It was more about forsake.

These days he always had something better to do than spending time with you.

Of course he did, he was papa after all. You knew it, and understood that his place was difficult.

But after multiple excuses, you started to take it personally. You knew Terzo and the other papas had time to take care of their beloved or at least had time to do what they wanted.

All of Copia’s weird act had started after he became papa, so you really thought it was because of his work, but then, you realize how now that he had that place, a lot of the sisters started flirting with him, and even though at first he was declining all the confessions, you had seen that those last few weeks, he didn’t turn them down, he was more tactile with the sisters. And most of all, he had time to be with the sisters but not to just lay down in the garden with you.

And the worst of it all was that you didn’t even blame him for it. You were just you. There were tons of prettier sister than you, even though you knew he didn’t care about looks, he still deserved someone more pretty, someone more funny, who was as confident as him on stage.

And all those thoughts got worst.

Everyday, every-nights. It had been going on for 3days since that very moment you realize that he just didn’t loved you anymore and that he was just trying to replace you without hurting you directly.

You hadn’t got out of your bedroom, and the fact that he didn’t even come once to see if you were okay was hurting you even deeper.

It felt like you were loosing all of the things that mattered in your life: Copia, and now you were probably going to be thrown out of the clergy for not doing anything for days.

Everything was too much.

But today, you wanted to got out.

You didn’t knew why.

You just wanted.

So, still wearing your white night dress, you got up from tout bed and made your way out of your bedroom.

You knew you probably looked like a ghost right now, wandering in the hallway.

“Oh my- look at her!”

“She looks horrible.”

“What’s with her face ?”

“Poor Copia he has to deal with someone like that.”

And the last one of the sisters’ muttering got the better of you.

You ran through the corridor. Wanting nothing more than to get out of this place.

But to make everything worse, Life obviously wanted you to cross path with Copia.

And even with your jerky breathing, he didn’t notice you. You tried to hide yourself and contain yourself as you saw he was talking to a sister.

She was so pretty.

Really pretty.

Even Satan would have melt in front of her.

And Copia looked at her.

He looked at her in the eyes.

Like he hadn’t looked at you for weeks.

And it hurt.

“Papa your concert was amazing. You were really brilliant and… handsome.”

Copia chuckled. And you realize that everything he was doing was hurting you a little more.

“Papa, would you like for us to meet later at the library ?”

Ok that was enough.

You turned around and started running away from them. Of course, both of them heard you. But you were already gone when Copia called your name.

You finally found a way to get out and end up in the garden. You walked for a few meters more and fell to your knees, before laying down on your stomach, your cheek touching the grass.

The sun was gently keeping you warm as you let more tears stream down your face.

You heard the door when it opened.

And you had hope it was Copia.

“What are you doing here ? You okay ?”

It was not Copia.

You hold back a whimper and more tears.

“Yeah Rain, I’m good. Don’t worry you can go back.”

He didn’t argue.

Because you didn’t really knew each other.

And because he thought you needed time.

So here you were again.

Just listening to the sound of nature.

Everything was so calm that for a moment, you felt like your mind could be at peace.

“Cara Mia ?”

Oh Satan fuck me.

Could Life be fair with you just once ?

“Don’t come closer.”

He didn’t listen.

So you got up as quick as you could and took several steps back from him.

“I said don’t come closer.”

He now, could clearly see how red your eyes were, with the deepest bag he had ever seen under them.

“Princess-“

“Don’t. Listen if you’re gonna do it now. Let’s do it somewhere else. Everyone already thinks I’m pathetic so if we could just go somewhere else where not everyone can watch us.”

He didn’t say a word, just followed you into his bedroom.

So if you wanted to run you could. Because in your room it would have been more complicated to escape .

“Cara Mia what is going on ?”

You laughed. A cruel laugh.

And it seemed to torment him.

“You would have known if you had fucking asked. Or even talked to me for the past weeks.”

Fuck you were being so agressive.

And you were the one. You were the girlfriend who wasn’t good enough for him.

“‘M sorry.” You muttered.

“It’s okay. I know I haven’t been there for you. I abandoned you.”

“Listen Copia. I’d rather prefer you just broke up with me than come with excuses. Honestly I get it. Sister Claude, or most of the sisters are way better than me, so I understand.”

His brows furrowed as your hands clenched on you night dress.

“What are you saying ?”

“I’m saying if you don’t love me anymore just say it. It would hurt less.”

“What is this nonsense ? Sweetheart have you been eating well ? Are you hurt ? Did something happened to you ?”

“Stop making me sound like I’m mad! When you literally didn’t talk to me, or kiss me, hold me or even touch me for weeks. As if you hadn’t flirt with all the sisters since you became papa.”

He stayed silent.

While you, were just staring at the ground, tears falling on the carpet (again).

“You think I don’t love you anymore ?”

What did he wanted you to reply ?

He was asking that as if he hadn’t showed you he didn’t want you anymore.

“Oh hell what have I done. Y/n it’s not like that…”

He tried to take your hand but you stepped back before he could.

His arms falls back along his body.

He took a deep breath before talking.

“We were trying to set up a party for our two years together… I wanted it to be a surprise. And I knew I couldn’t lie to you. So I started avoiding you. And, me talking to sister Claude was because she is suppose to help me to pick a gift. But I messed up. I’m sorry. I love you so much Mia Cara.”

Fuck.

You fucking idiot.

You were a fucking brainless dumb cunt.

“I’m stupid.” You murmured as you cried even harder.

“What ?”

“I’m so sorry Copia. I’m a fucking idiot. I cry all the time for nothing and I fucking thought you didn’t love me anymore. I’m so dumb. You deserve so much better.” Your head in your hands, you were debating running away from embarrassment.

Copia took a step ahead, carefully, and picked your hands, kissing the palms of it gently.

“My sweet demonic angel. My dying daisy. I’m the one who wronged. I’m deeply sorry that I have caused you this much pain. You deserved to be treated with all the care in the world and I failed you. I only love you please, forgive me.”

You cried even harder (if it was even possible) as he took you into his arms.

His lips kissed your neck and face, from your cheeks to nose to forehead to lips.

“I’m sorry for ruining the surprised… Shall we take a nap in the garden my sweet ?”

You nodded timidly and took his hand in yours.

This warm feeling that you thought your body could never feel again rushed through you as a small smile made its way on your face.

#ghost band #copia x reader #shitghosting #be gay do drugs hail satan #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus fanfiction #papa emeritus iv x reader #sister of sin #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic

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missygoesmeow · 1 year

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a cheesy romance comic cover style for @sucharide's Poor Beast in the Catacombs

(please mind the warnings/tags for this fic!)

#this was so fun!!#i might offer this as a commission option in the future #if people are interested that is #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #ghost bc #ghost fanart #sister of sin #cardinal copia #cardinal copia fanart #my-art #cardinal copia x reader

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isweatstickers · 9 months

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everytime i read Ghost fanfics and they tell me at least one papa is obsessed with me because i’m not like the other “Sisters Of Sin”… i agree.

I’m a fucking autistic woman and i bet those mfkers might see me as a whimsical and Down-To-Satan lady. Who wouldn’t want me as their Prime Mover if i live for weird shit?!?! I’m not in the clergy for sex, i straight up came to Satan for salvation and to experience my human sins to the maximum.

#im jusy writting this cause i’m high af #ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #sister of sin #sisters of sin #ghost band #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia

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copiousloverofcopia · 6 months

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Cardinal Copia smut 🔥😮‍💨🫣😳

Bet... Lol

❤️‍🔥😈 Here we go some Cardinal Copia smutty smut smut. 😈❤️‍🔥

**thank you @gothdaddyissues for the page break ❤️‍🔥**

Rush

You know exactly how you ended up here and exactly how much trouble you'll get into if caught...but that's not stopping you and Cardinal Copia from consummating your feelings.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

You both rushed into the confession booth, breathless and hearts pounding. The scent of old wood and sweat overtaking your senses. Wondering how many others had done before, what you and the Cardinal were about to do right now. Copia quickly sat on the small bench against the back wall. Struggling to free himself from his cassock. Cursing under his breath and fumbling with the endless buttons on his vestments, which now had only served to delay him sinking into you.

“Almost.” He panted, licking his lips as he slid another out from its buttonhole. Still tasting your lips, as he finally pulled himself free from under the fabric. Throbbing, aching, and hard. The sight of his length, on full display to you for the first time, made you salivate. A hungry animal ready for devouring.

It had been weeks since you caught his glances. The shy Cardinal sneaking a peek at you during Black mass, and staring at you from behind his morning cup of coffee. It had happened so often you'd forgotten there was ever a time before it. Now all the subtle hints of his hidden desires had culminated today in a bit of small talk in the refectory. The instant chemistry between you leading to a heated, kiss filled journey to the Chapel.

“Ah! Finally.” You exhaled, delighted as you lifted your habit and spun around to face the door. Your eyes, catching sight of the carved Grucifix in the wood grain as you hovered above his lap. Sounds of ruffling, panting, and creaking from the old bench filling your ears. Though you both knew what you were doing was so very against the rules—it was oh so exhilarating.

Copia, didn't even bother to take off your panties. Only taking time to push them off to the side before gently running his still gloved finger down your slit. Making sure you were ready for him. Your lust, evident and waiting for him.

You could feel him grab hold of his shaft. His hand, brushing against your burning thighs before stroking himself. Quickly bringing the tip nudge against your folds. Urging you downward before slamming into you full force.

His cock filled you out so fast you could hardly stand it. Unable to stop yourself from moaning, his quick hand covering your mouth as you began rocking backwards onto him. Squeezing with each of your movements. No resting on ceremony as you rode him hard and fast in the dimly lit booth.

“Oh sorella…ti senti così dannatamente bene con me.” The Cardinal hissed, grunting with clenched teeth and pupils blown wide. Desperately trying to have you cum before him. His hand gripped tightly to your hips, fingers pressed into your flesh as you melted over him. Copia relishing it as your body began covering him in your desire, wet and hot as you begged for more.

“Oh, Cardinal please! Ah!” you screamed out from behind your pacifying hand as he continued pounding against your ribbed flesh. Your pussy clenching tightly around him with each thrust of his hips. Your Cardinal was not holding anything back, only continuing to fuck up into you faster and with full fervor.

“Shhh…shhh…sorella...” He hushed, breath heavy and eyes closed to the feel of you, “we mustn't be caught like this here.” Copia reminded you. There was to be no fraternization between the siblings and the high clergy, but here you were so filled by his girth and dripping with satisfaction. You did your best to stifle your cries once more. Your body, so flush with passion and need.

You were tingling all over by this point, your head fuzzy and weak. Sensations, already overflowing when you felt his hand wrap around you. Lowering it to feel his slick cock, moving in and out of your needy cunt. Reveling in just how good it felt to finally be inside you, before Copia brought his fingers up to graze your aching clit.

“Ah…oh fuck…please Cardinal touch me. You feel so good.” you mewled softly. Whining and whimpering for more.

“Mmm…that's it sorella. Show me you want me as badly as I have been wanting you.” He purred, his fingers lazily rubbing circles over your swollen bud.

“Ah…yes…yes. Don't stop.” You begged as your legs began quaking. Your orgasm, building up inside you, so fast you couldn't see clearly, when his whisper sent you over.

“Cum.” He commanded and with that you buckled. Never had you imagined the shy, timid Cardinal to be such a spectacular lover. Following his commands like a good servant as your insides seized up around him. Tucking along his shaft so tightly that Copia couldn't help but follow you. His own climax, warm and thick like nectar as it spilled out inside you.

You were limp now in his lap. Copia, making sure he continued to pound away. Milking the sensation of your orgasm as he gave every last bit of himself. Filling you up before his movements ceased.

In the quiet moments after, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Enjoying the feel of your weight against him as you laid back on his chest. The two of you, still intimately connected and gasping for air. No regrets for having committed such a transgression.

“What a rush…Do you think we could ever…you know…do this again?” You asked, carefully disguising your need for him. Hoping that your midday rendezvous would not be both its first, and last. Copia pressed his lips into the moist skin of your shoulder. Kissing long the line of your neck before letting out a sigh.

“I would let them burn me alive before giving you up.” He said as you turned your head to face him. Kissing him deeply before he broke away to continue. “You belong to me now sorella…and I…you.”

Notes:

Oh sorella…ti senti così dannatamente bene con me- oh sorella…you feel so fucking good around me.

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trashland-llamas · 5 days

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She's So Pretty

Florence was at the age where they hated completing chores. Part of it being the ghouls were about to leave for rituals again. The ghouls thought it helped take Flora's mind off the impending departure but in reality, it just made it more apparent. Given a feather duster and a chide remark to be careful. Aware that the human kit would climb surfaces to reach higher. Not that Flora ever takes these chores seriously, instead half assing them.

'Cucciolo?' Papa Copia softly called out, seeing them hold a picture frame up close. The duster was discarded on the table. 'Who is she?' The picture of a blonde woman overlooking a banister. 'It's Sister Imperator, from when she was young.' Letting out a small wheeze laugh as Florence gave him a shocked look. 'I know, nothing like the old crone she is now.' Copia brushed some curls out of their face.

'She's so pretty!' Eyes full of admiration. Florence thought Sister Imperator had aged gracefully. Ultimately disagreeing with Copia's use of the word 'crone.'

'Yea, she was. You should probably get back to dusting now, little one. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble.' Ruffling their hair, handing them back the duster as he left.

Sister Imperator's confused the next time she sees Florence. Especially with how the child looks at her with awestruck eyes, thinking of the life she must've lived.

#my ocs #oc; florence #sibling of sin oc #ghost bc oc #ghost the band #ghost bc #not x reader #sister imperator #papa copia #cardinal copia #drabble #oc & character

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quaildoodle · 8 months

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when copia ascended he insisted his loyal assistant wear his colors…and you can’t say no to papa

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost papa emeritus #papa copia #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv x reader #sister of sin

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themratts · 2 months

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haven’t drawn a kiss in awhile💋

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fallenartistwitch · 1 year

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Heyy, could I please have some dewdrop fluff, it always gets to my heart.

thank youu<3

kinda hate this but i have a writer block rn

Mr. Snowman

summary: a fire ghoul in the snow uh?

snow falling, softly , silently , you were looking at it trough the window of the living room, Curled up in a blanket ,on the couch ,with hot chocolate in your hand, and the fire ghoul was hugging you tightly. The fire ghoul didn't really like snow, snow means cold, cold means dew spending more energy to keep himself warm, spending energy means begin tired, and he didn't like begin tired, expect if he could sleep hugging you tightly.

Can we go and play with the snow?" you asked passing your free hand in his hair, the ghoul raised his head and gave you a "are you serious " look.

"i know, i know freeze cold warm spending energy bla bla bla" you said, the ghoul lowered his head again and sank into your chest.

"pleaseee i do something in exchange if we go outside and play with the snow" dew raised his head again, this time he looked more interested

"Come on what you want me to do?" you asked , in response dew stood up, stole the mug from your hand and placed it on the coffee table and grabbed your harm pulling you out of the couch

"Come on we're going to play on the snow!!" he said kinda exaited

"oh no i'm scared of what you will make me do in exchange " you said responding at the reaction of your boy

"shhh don't worry about it now, now go and put something warmer i wait you on the front door come on" said dew.

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you walked out of your room, you wore something warmer, a white hat and scarf, and white gloves. Arrived in front of the door you found dew already waiting for you, he was also wearing a red scarf a black hat and black gloves, and probably more than two layers of clothes and a coat on top.

"why are you looking at me like this?" asked dew

"you look like a bundle" you giggled "Now lets go!" you grabbed dew's hand and pulled him out of the door , snow covered the entire garden, you walked out of the porch , snowflakes starting to fall on your hat, you trowed yourself on the ground starting to play with the snow like a little kid, dew hesitated but he then stepped out of the porch, the cold breeze hitted him, he hide himself into his coat.

"alright are you satisfied now? we can go back inside?" said dew what he got in response was a snowball right in his face.

"OW THAT SHIT ITS COLD WHY" screamed dew removing the snow from his face, you giggled, dew looked at you and giggled too, he raised his head looking at the grey sky and the snowflakes falling on his face, a shiver of cold ran through his body, he moved his look on you, to see you build something.

"What are you doing?" asked dew

"can you get me a carrot, and two branches?" you asked facing dew

"ok-?" he said going to get what you asked, he came back few minutes later and handle you the things.

"alright almost done, there is only one thing missing" you say, you pull dew in a sweet kiss.You part from the kiss to catch breath but Dew pulls you back in a more passionate kiss placing his hand on your hips . You take advantage of this opportunity to stole his red scarf. You pull back once again , and before turning to face your creation you leave a small sweet kiss on the fire ghoul lips. You place the scarf around your creation.

“Done!” you proudly say

“Wait- THATS MY SCARF” Dew finally realize.

“No it’s mr snowman’s scarf now”

“Come here you little-” dew jumped on you making both of you ending up in the cold snow.

“AA ITS SO COLD” you screamed, Dew ignored you and instead started tickling you.

“NO NO- AHAHA- NO PLEASE-”

"SAY SORRY"

"NO"

"THEN I WON'T STOP"

"OK OK I'M SORRY" dew stopped tickling you

"good girl" you lay on the cold snow, dew was on top of you, you pull him in a hug

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"how long are we gonna lay in the snow? i'm cold" asked dew

"till we will freeze to death" you responded.

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Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'till death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go

Masterlist

#dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul x reader #sodomizer ghoul #sodo x reader #sodo ghoul #ghost the band #the band ghost #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #swiss ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #sister of sin #cardinal copia

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