#cardinal secondo

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As promised I went ahead and continued my "ghoul guide" with a part 2 (part one linked in replies)! This one covers stuff specifically with a made up lore guide of in-world ghoul stuff as if they were a sort of unique magic entity.

This one wound up way longer and had to be split so expect a third final one eventually lmao. for now though... I'm gonna take a break and yell. Bonus extra info plus the transcript under the cut!

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Bonus note: While not portrayed in the guide, it’s important to know a detail about ghouls’ origin called “memory echoes”. While ghouls are formed from humans past who lose all memory of their previous self while maintaining an assumed personality from before, at times certain instances of events, actions, items, and otherwise can trigger these “echoes”. Echoes are very rare, but a valued treasure to ghouls; they make them feel more connected to their past and more “human”. Upon triggering an echo, a ghoul will become completely listless, unable to respond or react until the echo has completed, usually within seconds.

“Memory echoes” are described as blurry faded memories that often show featureless shapes and colors, but a very strong “feeling” of a Deja-vu of the moment. They feel viscerally real and can have a mix of the senses i.e. touch and smell, but produce no recognizable faces or imagery of the self. No ghoul has ever reported fully remembering one, nor any semblance of their true past beyond the haunting leftovers.

Begin Transcript:

A Compendium of Hell’s Derivates

While there are many theories on the demonic nature of ghouls,

The true source is surprisingly Human.

Souls cannot be recreated; rather, they’re Recycled and Reborn

The cycle of ghoul creation started for unknown reasons…

But one thing is Certain:

Natural forces do not change easily.

Raw elements collide with the fuel of life itself until one connects

by His command

A violent injection of pure elemental magic

Rewrites and erases all memory and one’s past, drastically altering the soul…

These new powers lend to the powerful allies of the ministry,

However….

… new powers are a dangerous toy.

While coined as “Feral”, new ghouls would better be designated “Raw”, “Unbound”, and “Lawlessly Dangerous”

First formed, they are still elements;

Torrential, Aimless,

Incapable of coherent thought or rules

-but with time, coherence returns to the individual

Who grows much like a life cycle’s stages without necessarily aging.

The overall cycle is the same per ghoul, yet varied enough each rises differently…

First form: “Raw” – Second form (1): “Feral” – Second form (2) – Third form: “Stabilized”

Catalyst, violent, poor formation – Unaware, wild, chaotic – Conscious; can act like oneself; less raw – fully formed and recognizable

The first form, “Raw”, is notably so violent the devil himself does not release them until stage two.

The second form in stage one of a “Feral” ghoul is much like the forces of nature; free willed and wild, understanding minimal speech.

Take caution: they can be mischievous and cause decent damage.

In the second stage of a “Feral” ghoul, they behave like typical people; however, they’re still very free and may choose to never fully stabilize.

Note: you can tell they’ve reached this stage by presence of a tail and civil habits.

If desired, a ghoul reaches the final form: “Stabilized”. They’re transformed into a stable humanoid body, a form less powerful but safer.

Note: Talented ghouls can change form at will in this stage between secondary Feral and Stable.

When it comes to location, each form is most likely to be found:

Raw: Hell, contained

Feral (Stage 1): wilds/natural areas

Feral (Stage 2): wilds and civil areas

Stabilized: anywhere people go

Seeing feral ghouls is not uncommon, and can even be considered lucky!

They tend to provide free protection to keep their home

Ghouls can only stabilize via ministry ritual;

One can assume they’re ministry members if stable, even off duty.

Ghouls are uncommon, but found most places if looked for;

This seems especially true near ministry placements.

Ghouls only form from adults and don’t “age” traditionally, yet they’re still mortal

Deceased ghouls do not seem to return or recycle.

Summoning intentionally pulls only second stage feral ghouls or stable ghouls from anywhere,

They don’t always like this however (see other guide).

The cycle of ghouls serves a main purpose – as forces for the Dark One, in return for rebirth

However, there are two channels through which they serve.

1) Natural defense against corrupted holy magic

Non-stable ghouls defend at will naturally where they live

2) training to fight, protect, and uphold the ministry’s efforts in the name of the Devil.

Contrary to belief, summonings cannot grab from “nothing”;

Like the creation of a ghoul,

Their element, once developed, is what becomes pulled by nature

The force of such pull is incredible,

A disorientating test of will so great…

…it can render even the most sound minds rather violent.

This is why while some choose to stabilize, others may not;

But should a mind change, they can be freed or re-summoned.

Alternative to wild summoning, one can summon from trained ghouls over feral;

Many ghouls are trained for ministry positions all over, but any can be summoned if unassigned.

Though stabilized, unassigned ghouls are not contractually bound to anyone until assigned.

They’re great for extra work hands and being able to know what kind of team mates you’ll get without leaving it to chance.

Summoning any ghoul however reverts them to feral form, and the challenge to tame them remains the same.

Just because you know a ghoul does not mean an easy summon.

Finally, be warned: forcing unwanted breaking or upholding of a summoning contract

Will have dire consequences.

Aside from rarity of an element, there are “power classes” within each element.

Tiers:

Rarity of an element does not equal strength.

The break down is as follows:

Rare – extreme and dangerous power. These ghouls earn a specialized title.

Quite strong, stand out in their class and very sought after.

Most common tier; average and decent powers that are expectable.

Weak powers, but some uses are applicable.

Uncommon – ghouls who possess little to no powers. Ghouls in this tier may at times suddenly change power tier without warning to any other category.

S-Tier ghouls are quite rare and a sight to behold- truly, they embody nature’s power.

End transcript.

[copias-sewer-rat]

POV: You are Cardinal Secondo’s new obsession🖤

Ref bellow!

Conclave my beloved

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 25 - Breeding

Cardinal!Secondo x Reader

Since Papa Primo took his ascension, Cardinal Secondo had started thinking about the future. More specifically, the legacy he was going to leave behind…

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 4k.

Reading Time: 16 min.

Warnings: breeding, choking, degradation, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, PIV sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

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Since Primo took his ascension to the papacy, Cardinal Secondo had started thinking about the future. More specifically, the legacy he was going to leave behind. It was a shift you noticed almost immediately—small at first, just a tightening of his features when he spoke of his brother, a tension in his hands when he held you. But soon it had grown into something heavier, something that weighed on him in quiet moments and filled the silence between you.

You sit across from him now, the low light of the candle flickering between you as you watch him, his brow furrowed, eyes distant. The usual fire that burned behind those stormy irises seemed dimmed lately, as though the weight of his thoughts had stolen it away. His hand rested on the glass of wine beside him, untouched, fingers tracing the rim absent-mindedly. He hadn’t said much in the last hour, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“Secondo?” you murmur softly, reaching out across the table to lay your hand atop his. It’s a small gesture, but it pulls him from whatever spiral of thoughts had him captive. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see that flicker of warmth return.

“Hm?” His voice is deep, gravelly, but softer when he speaks to you. It’s always been like that—rough around the edges, but with a tenderness reserved only for you.

“Where are you?” you ask, squeezing his hand gently.

He sighs, running his free hand through his dark hair. “Right here,” he replies, though you know it’s only half true. His gaze drifts again, and after a moment, he speaks, his voice quieter, thoughtful. “Primo… he’s secured his place, you know. His ascension, his legacy. And what have I done?” He chuckles, but it’s a hollow sound, lacking any real humour. “Nothing but stand in his shadow.”

You frown at that. It wasn’t like him to talk this way—to compare himself so openly to his brothers. He was always the proud, stubborn one, the one who walked his own path without looking back. But Primo’s rise had shifted something deep within him, something that gnawed at his sense of purpose.

“Secondo…” You stand and move around the table, slipping into the seat beside him. Your hand lifts to cup his cheek, turning his face towards you. “You’ve built your own legacy. Look at everything you’ve accomplished—everything we’ve accomplished.” Your thumb brushes gently across the stubble on his jawline. “Don’t let Primo’s path make you question yours.”

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, as though savouring the reassurance you offer. When he opens them again, the vulnerability is still there, lingering behind that hard exterior. “I just… what will they remember of me, when it’s all said and done?” he asks quietly. “I don’t want to be forgotten.”

You shake your head, your heart tightening at his words. “You won’t be forgotten,” you tell him firmly. “You’re unforgettable, Secondo. Not just to the Clergy, but to me. You’ve left a mark, whether you see it or not.”

A faint smile tugs at his lips, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always know how to talk sense into me, don’t you?” He presses a kiss to your palm before taking your hand in his, his grip firm but comforting.

“It’s the truth,” you reply softly. “And whatever comes next, I’ll be right here beside you.”

Secondo’s gaze softens, and for the first time that evening, the tension in his shoulders seems to ease. He reaches out, pulling you closer until you’re nestled against his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a rare, unguarded moment of intimacy. His chin rests atop your head, and you hear the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your ear, grounding you both.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned back, capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss. The world around you faded, leaving only the warmth of his body beneath you as you straddled his lap, your thighs pressing against him. It was a bold move, one that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you.

Pulling away slightly, he fixed you with a heated gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You know, Primo doesn’t have any children yet,” he mused, his breath hot against your skin. “Maybe we should get on with it.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, a wicked glint that sent a jolt of desire straight through you.

Your heart raced at the implication, the raw, primal need for his seed mixing with the thrill of his proposition. “Get on with what exactly?” you teased, though your body betrayed you, arching closer to him, eager for the tension that crackled in the air.

He chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “You know what I mean. It’s about time I leave my mark.” His hands slid down your back, gripping your hips as he shifted beneath you, the growing hardness between his legs pressing against your core. “What better way than to fill you up, to ensure there’s a little bit of me running around?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the idea igniting a fire within you. You’d imagined this moment before—the thrill of being taken, of being claimed in the most primal way. You bit your lip, a sly smile forming as you leaned in closer, your voice low. “You want to breed me, then?”

“Absolutely,” he said, the heat in his gaze intensifying. “I want to see you round with my child, filled with what’s mine.” His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you down onto him, urging you to feel the hard evidence of his desire. “I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

The suggestion hung heavy in the air, a heady mix of lust and longing. The thought of being filled with his seed, of carrying a part of him, drove you wild. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” you whispered, your voice laced with urgency.

His lips crashed against yours once more, and you felt the world around you fade again. You were entirely in his grasp, and as he began to grind against you, the line between need and want blurred.

Secondo’s kiss grew more demanding, his lips bruising against yours as his hands gripped your hips with an almost possessive force. He shifted beneath you, his hardness pressing insistently against your core, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. His breath came hot and fast as he broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re going to take it all,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous, and thick with intent. “Every last drop. And when I’m done, you’ll be dripping with me.” His hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, your bodies flush against each other.

You let out a soft gasp, the primal heat of his words curling low in your belly, sparking that urgent desire that had been building between you. His hands roamed your body, rough but precise, as though he was laying claim to every inch of you. And in that moment, you were his—completely and utterly.

“I want to watch it take,” he rasped, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I want to see you swollen, round with my child. And every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remember that I put it there.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body responding instinctively to the raw, animalistic need coursing through him. You could feel his cock twitch beneath you, the promise of what he would do pushing you further into that primal state of mind. You wanted him inside you, to be filled, stretched, and claimed in the most intimate way.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice breathy, pleading. You rolled your hips against him, feeling the hard length of him through his trousers, desperate for more. “I need you, Secondo.”

Secondo’s eyes darkened further at your words, a growl escaping his throat as he lifted you effortlessly from his lap. His hands were firm, commanding, as he carried you to the bed, the intensity in his gaze never wavering. He laid you down on the mattress with a swift motion, his body immediately following, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“You need me?” he rasped, his voice dripping with dominance as he settled between your thighs, the heat of his body pressing into yours. “Then you’ll have me.” His hands were everywhere—rough and possessive—peeling away your clothes with swift, eager movements until you were bare beneath him, exposed and vulnerable to his every whim.

His lips found your neck, biting and sucking at your skin, leaving marks as he worked his way down your body. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading you open for him as he settled between your legs. He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on you, taking in the sight of you laid out before him.

“You look perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, thick with lust. “Ready to be filled. Ready to take everything I give you.” His fingers trailed down your thigh, brushing over your slick heat, teasing you until you squirmed beneath him.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside you, a guttural moan escaping your lips at the sudden intrusion. He moved them with precision, curling and twisting, making sure you were soaked, ready for what was to come. The rhythm of his hand quickened, coaxing your pleasure from you until your hips bucked, desperate for more.

Secondo’s fingers continued their relentless assault, plunging in and out of you with a practised rhythm that left you gasping for breath. His touch was precise, the pads of his fingers grazing against that perfect spot inside you, making your body arch off the mattress with every stroke. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, mingling with the soft, desperate moans escaping your lips.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I can feel how ready you are. You’re going to take it all so well, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, nodding, unable to form words as his fingers curled inside you, pressing harder against that spot that made your vision blur. He increased the pace, his other hand gripping your thigh to hold you still as he fucked you with his fingers, his thumb brushing over your clit in maddening, teasing circles.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear. “So fucking desperate. You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you?”

Your hips bucked against his hand, seeking more, the need to be filled overwhelming every other thought. “Please,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, your body trembling beneath him. “I need more.”

Secondo’s dark chuckle vibrated through you, his fingers still thrusting, twisting, bringing you closer to the edge with every movement. “You’ll come on my fingers first,” he growled, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, circling faster. “Then I’ll give you what you need.”

The tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, your body writhing under his touch as the pleasure built to a nearly unbearable height. His fingers quickened, fucking you with ruthless precision, his thumb never relenting, pushing you closer to the brink.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice low, commanding. “Now.”

It was all too much, the pressure finally breaking as your orgasm crashed over you, your muscles clenching around his fingers, your body shuddering violently beneath him. You cried out, your nails digging into his arms as the wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

But Secondo didn’t stop. Even as you came, he kept his fingers deep inside you, drawing out every last tremor, every aftershock, until you were a quivering mess beneath him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, savouring the sight of your slickness coating them.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “But we’re just getting started.”

Secondo’s gaze was dark and unrelenting, watching your body tremble beneath him, still sensitive from your release. Without a word, he stood up, his hands going to the buttons of his cassock. Slowly, methodically, he began to strip, his eyes never leaving yours as each layer of his robes fell away, revealing the powerful body beneath.

He knew what he was doing, teasing you with the slow reveal of his skin, making you wait in anticipation. His movements were deliberate, controlled, his cock hard and thick as it sprang free from his trousers. He stroked himself lazily, watching the way your eyes followed every movement, your breath hitching with anticipation.

“You want this, don’t you?” His voice was low, a dark promise laced with the growl in his tone. He stepped closer to the bed, standing over you as his hand stroked his cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. “You want to be filled by me. You want me to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel it tomorrow.”

You could only nod, your body arching towards him, desperate for his touch, for the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. The tension between you was thick, every second of waiting only amplifying the need that coursed through your veins.

Secondo climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered himself over you. His cock brushed against your entrance, teasing, the slickness of your arousal coating the tip as he pressed just enough to make you squirm.

“Are you ready for me?” he rasped, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse quicken. “Ready to take me inside? To be bred like you’re meant to be?”

You whimpered, nodding as his grip on your throat tightened slightly, the sensation making your core clench in anticipation. The primal need to be filled, to have him inside you, overwhelmed everything else. “Yes,” you gasped. “Please, Secondo. I need you.”

A wicked smile curled his lips, and without another word, he thrust into you in one smooth, powerful motion, filling you completely. The stretch was immediate, intense, as your body adjusted to the sheer size of him. His cock buried deep, and the sensation of being completely filled sent a shudder through you.

Secondo paused for a moment, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you gasp, his eyes locked on yours as he held you there, pinned beneath him. “You feel that?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “That’s what you’ve been craving. Being filled, claimed. And I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”

He began to move, pulling out slowly, teasingly, before slamming back into you with a force that left you breathless. Each thrust was deliberate, deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you with an intensity that made your toes curl. His hand remained on your throat, controlling the pressure, keeping you in that delicate balance between pleasure and submission.

The friction was overwhelming, the way his cock stretched you with every thrust, driving deeper and deeper, filling you in a way that made your mind spin. Secondo’s other hand gripped your hip, holding you still as he fucked you with an almost punishing pace, each thrust harder, more desperate, as though he was determined to make you feel every inch of him.

“You’re going to take all of me,” he rasped, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he watched the way your body responded to him. “Every last drop. I’m going to fill you so full, you won’t be able to think about anything else. You’ll be dripping with me, swollen with my child.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, the primal desire to be bred consuming every thought. You could feel the tension building in your core again, that tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every thrust, his cock slamming into you with a rhythm that was as precise as it was brutal.

His hand around your throat tightened just a little more, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath catch, to make the world blur at the edges. The sensation only heightened your pleasure, the mixture of control and submission driving you closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” he growled, his thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat, his cock hitting deep inside you. “Come while I fill you. I want to feel you tighten around me, milk me dry.”

His words were the final push you needed, the pressure inside you snapping as your orgasm crashed through you. Your body clenched around him, your muscles contracting as waves of pleasure ripped through you, your breath coming in ragged gasps beneath his grip. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of it heightened by the way his cock filled you completely, by the control he had over you.

Secondo didn’t stop as your orgasm wracked your body. If anything, the way you clenched around his cock only seemed to spur him on. He growled low in his throat, his hips snapping against yours in rough, unrelenting thrusts. He watched you with a dark satisfaction, his hand still wrapped around your throat, keeping you teetering on the edge of breathlessness.

But then, he slowed just enough to pull out of you, your body immediately missing the fullness, the heat of him. Before you could protest, his strong hands gripped your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. You barely had time to catch your breath before he yanked you up onto your hands and knees, positioning you the way he wanted, his cock hard and glistening as it pressed against your entrance again.

“You look perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he reached for your hair, twisting his hand into it and pulling your head back with a firm, possessive tug. The angle forced your back into a deep arch, your body exposed and open for him, exactly how he wanted you. “Made to be fucked like an animal. Made to be bred.”

With one swift motion, he slammed back into you, deeper than before, his cock hitting you at a different angle that made stars explode behind your eyes. The rough stretch sent a cry from your lips, but it was swallowed by the sound of his ragged breathing and the slap of skin against skin.

His thrusts were merciless now, his grip on your hair tight, pulling you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. The sound of it—of him, of you—filled the room, raw and primal. His free hand slid down your back, nails dragging across your skin before gripping your waist, holding you in place as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly in your ear as he pulled your head back further, your scalp tingling from the force of his grip. “Every drop of me, filling you, making you mine. You’ll be swollen with my child, marked by me.”

His words sent another surge of heat through you, your body trembling under the force of his dominance, the possessiveness of his tone. You could feel yourself spiraling towards another release, the tension building rapidly as his cock drove into you with a punishing rhythm. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, each one harder, deeper, as if he was determined to make you feel him for days.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he rasped, his voice strained as he tugged on your hair again, pulling your body back against his, the slap of his hips against your ass loud and unforgiving. “You were made for this. Made to be fucked and filled. I’ll breed you again and again, until you’re swollen with my legacy.”

His hand on your waist slid down, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive nub, driving you closer to the edge with every stroke. You could feel your body responding, your muscles tightening around him, the pressure building inside you until it was almost unbearable.

“I want you to come again,” he growled, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he leaned over you, his hand tugging your hair harder, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “I want you to come while I fill you, while I claim you.”

His words, his rough touch, the way his cock filled you over and over—it was too much. The coil of pleasure inside you snapped, and you came with a cry, your body clenching tightly around him, spasming as wave after wave of intense pleasure tore through you. Your vision blurred, and the only thing that kept you grounded was the feeling of him, his cock still pounding into you, his grip in your hair, his words dripping with lust.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice strained as your orgasm milked his cock, your walls clamping down around him. “Good girl. Now, take it. Take all of me.”

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he released, filling you with his seed. You could feel the heat of it, the way he pulsed inside you, his body pressed against yours as he spilled everything he had into you. His grip on your hair loosened, but his other hand held your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he emptied himself into you.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, his chest pressed against your back, both of you panting, bodies spent but still connected. You could feel his cum leaking from you, a reminder of how full he had made you, of what he had promised.

Finally, he released your hair, his hand sliding down to caress your back in a short moment of tenderness. He pulled out of you slowly, his seed spilling from your body as he did, the emptiness almost jarring after the intensity of being so full.

As the aftershocks of your shared release began to fade, you felt Secondo’s hand slide gently over your back, grounding you in the aftermath of what had just transpired. He lingered there, his breathing gradually slowing, his chest rising and falling heavily. When he finally drew away, there was a lingering sense of warmth in the way his fingers traced your skin, a rare tenderness surfacing just beneath his commanding exterior.

Slowly, he helped you turn over onto your back, the intensity of his gaze softened now, though there was still a flicker of pride and satisfaction in his eyes as he looked down at you. He adjusted the rumpled blankets beneath you, a subtle but genuine gesture, before he stretched out beside you, one arm possessively curling around your waist as he pulled you close.

Without a word, he tucked you against his chest, his breathing rhythmic and steady as his fingers idly traced patterns along your shoulder. Exhausted and blissfully content, you nestled into his warmth, letting your head rest against him as the weight of sleep began to settle in. Secondo’s hand continued its slow, comforting movements, his presence grounding you, marking the end of an unforgettable night with an unspoken promise of more.

“Sleep, cara mia,” he murmured, voice low and soothing, his breath brushing against your hair. “You’ll need your strength.”

And with that, you drifted off in his embrace, the memories of his words, his touch, and the possessive look in his eyes lingering as you slipped into sleep.

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[s1eepysuccubus]

Cardinal Secondo piece

[ficandkaboodle]

Going back to that one post I made a while ago…The one about how cardinals are selected by the pope?

Do you wonder if this was ever a point of tension for the original Emeritus brothers? Like, imagine if Primo, as the dutiful son, felt pressure to ascend to cardinalhood as quickly as possible but by doing so, it affected his ability to try and parent even more than naturally. Or Secondo, not even wanting to become a cardinal but having no choice, further embittering him to his decided lot in life. Or Terzo, putting up with whispers and rumors that he only ascended because he’s Nihil’s son, never mind that Terzo busted his ass off to make sure he only got this far by his own merit.

Or did Nihil even care? Did he stare blankly down at them when they came to receive their birettas? Dod he feel anything when Primo approached? Did he ever glare at Secondo for barely hiding his discontentment? Did he even look Terzo in the eyes to see a barely-contained glower looking back at him?

One simply must wonder…

[estuaryghoul]

uhhh sketch dump bc i have no energy for art anymoreee oughejejek (college moment)

body type sketch, cardi secondo, frater from the newest chapter, water era dewdrop, and a study of @xruiiii-blog 's human design for mountain? kinda. i rly love their art style so i study!

i rarely see mountain designs that I like, even my own attempts are always meh so I'm trying to do a meta-analysis of everything vaguely mountain-y so i can create the perfect version of him -w-

[beeloovedd]

Love cardinal Copia of course but we need more Cardinal Terzo, Secondo and primo ✊

[lucistarsfire]

Young adult Secondo and baby Terzo!!

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

some Cardinal Secondo

quite pleased with how he turned out:))

[thisvampireisaloser]

May or may not be starting the next chapter of What Was I Made For? (WWIMF) with the Cardinal initiation ritual for a certain Emeritus sibling 👀👀 for now tho, have this silly drawing doodle thing of the boys in my fic feat. Biblically accurate Terzo height and Secondo with a mohawk

May or may not render it digitally and make it look better, who knows

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

Hi ❤️ Any HCs of the boys' lives growing up in the Ministry? Would love to hear what you think! 😍

SAHSHEHE I DO

Primo:

Being the eldest he knows every secret passageway, the hidden compartments behind the confessional boxes, the hidden places in the gardens.

He surprisingly didn’t attended most of the masses that Nihil held because they weren’t accurate

Has the old sisters wrapped around his pinky.

Safe to say he knows the ministry like the back of his hand due to all the exploring he did in his younger years

His room is pristine and clean and rarely anyone enters

Unless it’s Imperator

He spends a lot of time in the garden in his Cardinal years, and then his retirement years to.

Cardinal years are filled with young sisters trying to woo him by asking to learn about flowers, needless to say takes awhile to actually settle in his retirement years

Secondo

Not as knowledgeable as his brother

He has dedicated spots he prays to Lucifer in his room and nobody is allowed to touch it

Now he’s not one for begging but he begs his brother to show him around the secret passages.

Primo caves and now he knows about all emergency exists

He spends little time outside because that’s his older brothers domain.

Very few sisters of sin actually pine over Secondo (unless you count my oc)

Terzo

Unlike his two older brothers he doesn’t care about secret passages, but he finds out about the one behind the confessional when he and a sister of sin have a very heated make out session.

He was very popular among the ghoulettes and sisters of sin in both his Cardinal and Papa days.

He was a menace, setting up pranks when he was younger

His bedroom is a complete mess, he refuses to tidy it so they hire a cleaner to do it when he’s on tour.

Of course, no matter what he does his Prime Mover and future wife is by his side.

They met when they were five

(Both were fucking menaces)

He would often try be sneaky at night when he went to meet the ghoulettes, but he was often caught by his lover and she joined the fun

Copia

I like to think Copia wasn’t born at the ministry. Instead he turned up on the doorstep when he was around 1-2 years old.

It was hard being the youngest, specially with very teasy brothers

Terzo was the worst for making Copia cry when he was younger, and often Copia would hide in the secret passageway doors whenever he saw Terzo (when they were younger anyway)

His young Cardinal years were very strange to say the least

Nihil took him under his wing despite seeming to hate him, not giving him a very stable family (no surprise there)

Copia also feels like because of his older brothers achievements he has to do just as good.

His room is very childish, there’s is a mini fridge in the corner packed with juice boxes and jello

You have to be very special to take his juice boxes and NoT die

He also has a tendency to stay up late into the night because of his fear of Terzo popping a balloon of cold water over his head again like he did when he was 4

Fin

[bupia]

I'm accepting prompts! 

At this time, they will be SMUT ones, so please, minors do not interact, +18 only!

Don’t forget to tell me with who you want it (Papa I, II, III, IV, Nihil, Ghoul or Ghoulette, Sister Imperator...) and the number(s) you’d like! 

Inexperienced Smut Prompts ✨

“We’ll take it slow.”

“I’ve never done this before…” - “Well, neither have I.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“Tell me what you like.”

“Tell me if it feels good.”

“We can stop anytime.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like…”

“I think I’m ready (for this/to have sex/…).”

“Please be gentle…”

“This is going a bit too fast…”

“I can’t believe you’re this innocent…”

“Makes me want to wreck you.”

“You’ve never even touched yourself?”

“Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”

“What do you like?” - “I don’t know…” - “Then how about we find out together?”

“It’s my first time…”

“I can’t wait to take your innocence.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“It’s not a big deal. Let’s just get it over with.”

“I want you to be my first.”

“I want you to teach me.”

“Teach me how to make you feel good.”

“I wanna touch you too.”

“Show me how to touch you.”

“Am I going too fast?”

“You’re doing so well.”

“Do that again.”

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises.” - “Me neither…”

“It’s not scary at all. Let me show you.”

“I’m worried I won’t be good enough.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m really embarrassed about this…”

“No need to worry.”

“I got you.”

“Kiss me.”

“Will you be my first?”

“Will you let me be your first?”

“I have no idea how to go about this.”

“(If you like it), we can go all night.”

“So excited already…”

“Are you sure this is your first time?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Is this okay?”

“Does it feel good?”

“Tell me what to do.”

“I’ll guide you.”

[namelessdumbass]

Perpetua's first day at the Ministry is going to be fun

[mebbrrr]

oh yeah baby we’re BACK in BUSINESS

[ghostchems]

the devil's damsel - cardinal secondo x female!reader - part 4

after one mistake, you end up in the belly of the beast.

warnings/tags: it's been a thousand years. i'm so sorry it took so long! anyway, nothing too crazy in this chapter except for some confusing conversations and alcohol consumption! this is a DARK FIC. MDNI! 18+! I MEAN IT! 2.3k words. ao3 link :3 (read part one here/part two here)/part three here)

You swallow the brown liquid hastily, wincing as it burns down your throat. Someone who looks to be wearing a clerical collar  is trying to speak to you, but you are too afraid to look them in the eye. He is watching, you know he must be; he wouldn’t leave you alone without keeping a careful watch over you. You fiddle with your drink, staring down into it as you feel a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. You bring the cup back to your lips and finish off the whiskey.

“Agnellino.” His voice is harsh and full of venom, causing you to quickly choke down your drink as his hand snaps to grab you by the chin. Whoever had been beside you has now vacated their spot, off to mingle with the rest of the party probably out of fear of dealing with Secondo. “The second I leave, you flirt with another, eh? Perhaps I shouldn’t have given you this freedom.” His grip on your chin only tightens and you give a panicked squeal.

***

“Get dressed.” Secondo snaps and tosses the habit onto your mattress. You’re already sitting up, your back against the wall with your knees folded underneath you and a blanket around your shoulders. He already seems to be in a bad mood and typically you don’t push your luck with him when he’s like this but… you have to ask.

“What is this for?” You whisper hoarsely and poke your hand out of your blanket to lay on the outfit. It feels soft beneath your palm. You lift your head to look up at Secondo, sleepy eyes meeting his piercing gaze. He stalks closer to you as he clasps his hands behind his back, his large figure looming over you. His expression looks stern but the longer you watch him the more his lips quirk into a barely perceivable grin.

“I’m setting you free — for the evening. There is a celebration tonight at the Abbey and I thought as a treat you would accompany me.” His lips stretch into a more noticeable smile but there is still that glint of danger in his eyes. Secondo has given you several treats since he took you but all have taken place in the basement. “I want to expose you to the clergy — my piccolo esperimento.” His voice is a throaty growl, deep and commanding as he sinks to his knees in front of you. 

You start to feel the familiar ache between your legs, heat rising up from your chest to your cheeks. Secondo’s gloved hands push aside the covers and rests them on your knees as he moves in closer. You shrug off the rest of the covers, your eyes locked with his whole letting him part your legs with ease. He slips between them, one hand drifting to stroke your inner thigh while the other takes your hand. You give a soft breath, relaxing into his touch. 

Secondo has been far more tender with you these last few days and you are basking in it, enjoying it while you can for fear of him ripping it from you at any moment. He’s done far worse already. For now, he brushes his lips against your knuckles.

“As long as you promise to behave, agnellino.” He huffs against your hand, bringing it up to his face to press against his cheek. You chew on your bottom lip, feeling his smooth skin beneath your fingers. “And if you break that promise, well — must I even go into detail?” Secondo moves your hand to his lips, kissing at your fingertips. Of course, there’s fear welling up inside of you. You’re not sure how long you’ve spent in the basement but the idea of leaving it now and interacting with others… you’re not even sure if you remember how to be a person anymore. 

“I promise.” You voice quivers but Secondo quickly kisses your palm, soothing you.

“You will be fine, agnellino, so long as you keep your promise and stick with me.”

***

“I ignored him, Secondo. I did, I promise — I don’t even know what he was saying to me.” You ramble on, your eyes wide as you stare into his eyes. His grip loosens, a content grin on his face while his thumb starts to brush over your lips. You feel a hazy excitement replace your panic, half-lidded eyes drifting up to meet his. Secondo purrs and presses his thumb into your mouth. Your gaze flits around the room, your face flushing in embarrassment but it doesn’t look like anyone is watching.

“Aww, look at you blushing.” You’ve never seen him smile so wide, so genuine but you’re sure it has something to do with the  His thumb presses down on your tongue and you whimper, your mouth dropping open. “I have someone I would like for you to meet, agnellino.” Secondo moves in closer to you as his other hand grasps your waist roughly, forcing you up against him. You feel his breath against your face, his thumb still firm in your mouth as his gaze suddenly becomes threatening and pointed. “Be sure to behave in his presence, pet.” 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth and takes you by the hand. You follow close behind him, smiling dumbly as your eyes scan over the crowd. There are no summoning circles, no orgies, and only a few wearing hellish masks — a stark difference from the grim stories you were told by your parents growing up. Everyone is having a good time and everyone is nice. The few people you’ve interacted with so far (with Secondo by your side, of course) have been nothing but welcoming and sweet, despite where you come from. You’re too drunk to think too hard about it but somewhere, deep in your mind, you wonder why Secondo is so much different than them. 

“Ah, Papa. Questo è il mio agnellino.” Secondo shakes the man’s hand and then gestured towards you. You don’t realize that you are already there being introduced to this man and your eyes grow bright once you get a good look at him. He had the same eyes as Secondo, one deep green and one bright white, but they look softer and kinder, a contrast to the dramatic paint that covers his face. You reach out to timidly shake his hand and he warmly takes it in his, giving it a soft squeeze as he smiles at you.

“A true pleasure, tesoro. Come, let us chat.” His voice is raspy and low but there is a warmth to it that you can’t explain. You give one last look to Secondo who seems less than pleased that you are being stolen away from him. “How could I forget my manners? Perhaps I was too taken with your delicate beauty, eh?” He squeezes your hand and comes to a stop in a large room lined with stained glass windows, his friendly gaze falling to you. You find yourself blushing at his words and his gaze, something you’re sure would piss off Secondo. “Io sono Papa Emeritus il Primo.”

“Papa?” You quirk a brow at him but that’s all you’re able to manage, your thoughts far away from you as the alcohol clouds your mind.

“Si, si. Like the Pope. I am the leader of this congregation — and Secondo is il mio fratellino, eh, my little brother.” 

Your eyes practically bug out of your head. Secondo and Primo? Their father named them first and second? Also the idea that Secondo has a whole ass family has never crossed your mind. He seems like the kind of loner who wouldn’t have any kind of family, or at least, decided to go out on his own and leave his family behind. It’s difficult to think about the two of them being related given how different they come off. Still, there is much you don’t know about the congregation. 

“He’s not very little, is he?” Primo muses as he gently lets go of your hand. “Though, he does have very big shoes to fill.” He gestures towards the stained glass in front of them: a large portrait of the devil, complete with blackened wings and horns that look almost like a crown. Satan’s body is chiseled to perfection, strong thighs and a large, thick cock between your legs. You feel your temperature rise, your habit suddenly feeling too hot for your body. 

“I know it is very difficult to leave behind what you know, what you’ve been exposed to all your life.” Primo clasps his hands in front of him and he catches your gaze, a serious look in his eyes. “We’ve all had to do it, in some way. Very few of us are born into the church. We all find our way here — to bask in Lucifer’s loving, warm embrace. A place where we can be ourselves and love one another and be kind.” You feel your chest start to tighten at the sincerity of his words, the way he speaks about the church is a stark contrast to what you’ve gone through since “arriving” here. “If you have any questions or need any guidance, per favore, I am here to help you through this difficult transition. I am sure, eh, Secondo is providing much support but I know he can be a tad…rough.” 

“That is enough, Primo.”

The hair stands on the back of your neck upon hearing his booming voice, interrupting what was the lone peaceful moment you’ve spent since meeting Secondo. He is quick to grab you by the arm and tug him close to him, his back pressing possessively into your back.

“I am not lying, fratellino. We all know you can be somewhat extreme with your lovers.” Primo smirks and offers you a wink. Does he know? You chew the inside of your lip before being tugged away by Secondo.

“Thank you, Papa!” You blurt out as you’re dragged away, Secondo’s grip on your impossibly tight. You’re unsure if he even responds to you, trying to catch a glimpse but you are already out the door and into a courtyard. The cold air hits your flushed face and you feel like you can breathe again. It’s nighttime. You realize that this is the first time you’ve been outside since coming here. The smell of the cool air makes you feel like a person again, it reminds you of what else there is in the world — what else you’ve been missing. 

Anger wells up inside you.

“Everything I have seen of this church suggests that it’s a nice place to be so how come you’ve had me locked in the basement? Maybe if you had tried talking to me first — “ Secondo’s hands are on you in an instant, forcing you against a nearby stonewall. You are jostled, your back being pressed against the wall as you squirm in his grasp. When you look into his face you are even more confused because there is a hint of amusement in his scowl. His hand rests on the base of your neck, holding you in place but he offers a bit of space between the two of you.

“Do you already forget, agnellino? I tore you apart and put you back together, I’ve shown you pleasures you would have never experienced, I’ve liberated you.” His voice is low and gravelly, his eyes boring into yours but he is not threatening you. Secondo sucks in a deep breath before chewing on his lower lip as his eyes start to roam your face. Do you believe him? Are you even in a good state of mind to be talking about this with him right now? Your head feels heavy from the alcohol and all you can bring yourself to focus on how plump his lips look. He hovers in front of you and then rests his other hand against the wall beside your head. The distance closes between you and he slowly dips his head down, his nose brushing lightly against yours.

Warm shuddering breaths graze your lips and you tilt your head up ever so slightly, moving your head in closer. Secondo’s hand drifts up your neck to slip his fingers into your habit, tangling them into your hair. His eyes flicker up to yours once last time before they shut slowly, his lips meeting yours in a simple kiss.

Your first kiss.

He takes his time, planting kiss after kiss, allowing you to get used to the feeling. You rest your hand on his broad chest, standing on your tippy-toes so that you can be as close to him as possible. Secondo starts to ease your mouth open with his lips and tongue, tasting the now familiar taste of alcohol. His tongue pushes along yours, giving a soft groan as you let him guide you. You are desperately trying not to think too hard about what you’re doing or if this is how kissing is supposed to feel and also worrying about accidentally biting him but you find comfort in his arms and against his lips. You’re surprised it took this long for him to kiss you, given everywhere else his mouth and fingers had been and yet this feels far more intimate than all of that.

Secondo angles his chin against yours, forcing your mouth open more so that he can slip his tongue further down your throat. A moan rumbles up from his chest, feeling it against your hands and swallowing it in the kiss. Your legs start to wobble, your fingers digging into his shirt urging him closer. Instead, he pulls away but stays hovering just over your lips, his hands dropping from your hair to place it over your hand on his chest. Your lips quiver, a whimper pushing from them while you try to catch your breath. Secondo wordlessly steps away from you, squeezing your hand while your eyes meet. 

You follow him as he leads you away. 

[the-pigeon-queen]

Meet my Ghost oc, Secondo's ferocious dog. Remember that interview where the ghouls say he has an attack dog? This is her, trust me