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would it be possible to do a cardinal copia x reader first date but the day of the date copia ends up forgetting due to a stressful day, and expects them to be mad but ends up telling copia its ok and ends with them cuddling copia and making sure he gets a good night sleep.

Thank you for being my first request! I really hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it! <3

Content: 1.6k words, gn!reader, very little description to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, soft copia, failed date, sweet ending, just all around very soft and fluffy, no beta we die like nihil!

The little Italian place in town is quaint and surprisingly busy given its midweek. It’s a small hole in the wall, cramped but lively, with beautifully arched windows and candles dotting each table that give off a warm, intimate ambience.

Arranging a date with Copia had proven to be tougher than expected with both of your busy schedules. But when you managed to figure out the time, Copia had insisted on this place.

You arrived early—about thirty minutes to be exact, not wanting to be late for your first date. You’ve gotten all dressed up and probably spent a little more on a new outfit than is warranted for a first date, but you want to make a good impression.

There’s faint music playing above you, slow and swaying. You try not to think about how long you’ve been sitting there, growing increasingly more awkward as the minutes tick by. When you finally do give in and pull out your phone to check the time, you can’t help but feel a bit troubled. It’s close to seven. Anxiety rolls through you like a storm cloud and you swallow, debating on sending him a message. You had agreed to meet at six so you could eat, and then have enough time to take a casual stroll to the Ministry together. You had hoped to enjoy the spring air, but now that's starting to feel like a dream that sadly won't come true.

You slip your phone back into your pocket and lean on a fist, drumming your fingers anxiously atop the red and white check tablecloth. It’s probably nothing, he’s a busy man, after all. Maybe he just got held up with some last-minute things. So then why hasn’t he texted?

Copia is the last man you would expect to stand anyone up without reason, and you know he would alert you if he was running late. He’s sweet and thoughtful—you’ve been with him for long enough to gather that he’s one to commit a bit of self-flagellation when he thinks he’s messed up.

Around you, couples cosy up and laugh, sip wine together and indulge in the restaurant's luscious food that smells divine. Your jealous stomach growls and you swallow thickly when the waitress approaches you for the second time that evening. You can see on her face that she’s hesitant to ask if you’re ready to order, and there’s something akin to pity in her eyes. Not that you need it.

You’re staring at the rose in the little red vase on the table when she asks: “Are you ready to order?”

Maybe he isn’t coming. Maybe he forgot? No, no, that's a stupid thought. Even Copia would tell you that himself. You’re a priority to him.

An idea hits you.

“Actually,” you say, turning over your laminated menu, “I think I am.”

She smiles, pulling out a little flip book and a pen.

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The Ministry is quiet when you make it back, carrying hot, precious cargo in a white paper bag. Your footfalls echo on the marble floor as you traverse the old halls, passing preserved paintings, stone statues of your Dark Lord and stained glass windows that bathe the halls in colour even at night.

You know where Copia’s office is located, near Imperators just down the hall, and so you make your way over. When you get there the hallway is darkened, but you see exactly what you expected. His door is closed and there’s a thin slither of light spilling from beneath onto the oak flooring. So, he has been held up.

When you knock, loud enough to be heard but receive no response, worry sits heavy in your chest. You knock again and wait, but still, there’s no response. Your gaze falls to the brass doorknob which you grasp and turn, the door creaking a bit when it’s open.

Inside is warm, the light from the beautiful Tiffany-styled lamp bathing the room in a cosy orange. His desk is at the far end in front of a massive arched window and there’s a stack of papers on his desk. When you do finally see him, you’re suddenly not vexed or hurt anymore. In fact, you have to bite your lip to keep from giggling.

Copia is snoring softly, slumped over his old desk with his pen still balanced in hand. He looks so peaceful that you don’t want to wake him, but you know his back and shoulders won’t be thanking him tomorrow if you don’t.

Carefully you close the door, tiptoe over to the front of his desk and set the paper takeaway bag on the chair. When you round to his side and get a good look at him, you bite your lip again and something uncoils in your chest. The black paint around his eyes is a bit smudged and his handsome face is picturesque, the wrinkles across his forehead softened by the light.

You touch his arm first, squeezing and rubbing his bicep through his red cassock. You rest your other hand on his wild, mousy brown hair that's sticking up and stroke it down gently.

“Copia?” You whisper, shaking him a bit.

He stirs, inhaling and stiffening before his mismatched eyes blink open. He’s awake in an instant, flustered and a bit out of it, and you step back to let him get his bearings.

“Amore?” He blinks at you a few times, forcing himself to sit up in his leather desk chair. He glances at the clock above the door, then at you, then back at your clothes and his shoulders slump. You watch the horror and recognition play across his face.

“Oh, cazzo,” he swears quietly, scrubbing a hand over his face, as he looks back up at you with big, glossy eyes. “Amore, perdonami, ti prego… I… Sister wanted me to finish some last minute things and I must’ve fallen asleep and—merda…” he says, anguished.

“Copia, shh, it’s okay,” you soothe, taking his face in your hands and stroking your thumbs across the hair of his sideburns. He leans into your hold, wide-eyed. You shake your head, smiling and he deflates, pressing one of his leather-clad hands to yours on his face.

“But you got all dressed up and—“

“It’s okay,” you say again and you think he might actually start crying, but you’re not about to let him catch the self-flagellation train tonight.

“I’m so sorry, amore,” he whispers again, sadly.

“Don’t apologise,” you chide gently, “you’re tired. It’s okay. I figured something was wrong when you didn’t show. Don’t be sorry, I know Imperator has been hard on you lately.”

He winces a bit, but you lean in and kiss him tenderly, soothing his hurt like balm on a stinging wound. He relents, stroking his thumb over your knuckles, and when you pull away he sighs. You know he’ll feel awful about this for a while, but at least you might be able to help him feel less bad.

“I brought takeout,” you flick your eyes to the paper bag, pulling back. Copia follows, taking one of your hands and you help pull him to his feet.

He groans, and winces again, muttering a few choice swears that make you giggle. When he looks you up and down with a new form of clarity that isn’t veiled by torment, his expression relaxes.

“Sei bellissima, amore mio.”

You lean in and press your mouth to his, brief and chaste and Copia hums, wrapping you up in his arms for a proper hug.

You take dinner back to his room, letting the relaxed atmosphere carry you both into its sweet lull.

You borrow one of Copia’s shirts and his many tracksuit bottoms to change into while he freshens up and scrubs the paint from his face. When you’re both done, you pop Bram Stroker’s Dracula on low in the background. You lounge together on his bed, munching on the takeout pasta and drinking the wine Copia had intended to give you at the restaurant. Every time he attempts to apologise for missing your date, you silence him with another sweet kiss that tastes of wine and creamy pasta sauce, watching him blush sweetly.

By the time you’re both finished, bellies full and thoroughly warmed from the wine, you’re both too exhausted and comfortable to move.

Copia’s flush to your side curled around you with his head on your shoulder while you play with his soft hair. You press the occasional kiss to his temple, smelling his zesty shower cream and the heady wine on his breath. You watch, quietly amused, as he tries to focus on the movie, blinking hard and forcing his eyes to stay open. You love it when he’s like this, vulnerable and sleep-warm. You don’t need a fancy restaurant. This is perfect.

“Sleep if you want,” you tell him, trailing your fingers lazily up and down his bicep.

“Are you sure?” He mutters guiltily, lifting his eyes to yours. There's still small flecks of black around his eyes that never seem to leave. He looks adorable and exhausted. You gently wipe away the smudge of black on the tip of his freckled nose.

“Of course,” you smile at him. “You had a long day, Satan knows you need it.”

Copia turns his face and kisses the skin of your collarbone, adjusting again before he settles. You tug the blanket that’s haphazardly thrown over you both further up his body and make sure he’s tucked in.

He’s asleep in mere moments, body growing heavy against your side, and the sound of his slow, laboured breaths mixes with the buzz of the movie as it slowly plays out.

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copias-girl · 1 year

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IV

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Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter V

A/N: I don’t need to use google translate for Italian but I can’t say the same about Latin sooo don’t mind the google translate Latin lol

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The sun shone high in the pale blue sky, gently beaming down on you as you knelt in the grass outside the ministry. You were on laundry duty today, so you and a handful of other sisters were out doing the wash and hanging it up to dry on the line. With your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, you scrubbed yet another garment up and down on the washboard; sparkling soapy water sloshing over the sides of the basin. You rung it out before standing to hang it on the line, securing it with a couple clothes pins so that it wouldn’t blow away. You grinned in amusement, recalling that particularly windy incident where Papa Nihil’s white chasuble ended up getting blown right into a puddle of mud because it wasn’t pinned to the line.

As you and the other sisters silently scrubbed the clothes, your angelic voice rang out in the open air, singing He Is.

“He is, he’s the shining and the light without whom I cannot see,” Your voice was graceful and melodic as you mindlessly sang, grateful to Satan for this beautiful day.

“And he is, insurrection, he is spite, he’s the force that made me be.” You continued, smiling when the other sisters began joining you; a soft chorus of voices singing praises to your Dark Lord.

You stood once more, hanging another garment on the line as you continued to sing, “He is, nostro dis pater, nostr- Aaaah!” Your dulcet chorus was interrupted by someone tightly grabbing you around the waist, causing you to let out a surprised, high pitched scream.

“Are you singing that about me, Sorellina?” It was Terzo who purred into your ear, his voice dripping with a smirk.

You playfully struggled in his grasp, screaming again- this time in laughter- when he picked you up.

The other sisters looked on in jealousy, always wishing Terzo would pay them as much attention as he paid you. He was constantly fawning over you, always wanting to touch you in some way, always giving you some sort of special treatment.

“Papa!” You kicked into the air a few times before the two of you toppled to the ground, rolling around together in the plush grass as you both struggled against one another.

“Hm? Are you, Sorella? Are you singing for your Papa?” He teased, now on top of you and trying to pin you down.

Sister Emily huffed at the scene, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. She was especially envious, as she had a huge crush on Terzo.

You grasped for a fistful of little wild flowers, ripping them out of the ground and playfully smacking Terzo with them, shoving them in his face.

The sisters were always so taken aback by your attitude towards Terzo. You didn’t even act starstruck that Papa was interacting with you. Here he was, straddling your hips and holding you down, the skirt of your casual habit having ridden up up up to reveal your panties to everyone. But instead of keening into his touch, you were laughing and fighting for your life, even whacking him with a handful of flowers. But what the sisters didn’t understand is that’s exactly what Terzo absolutely loved about you. He was used to every sister of sin swooning over him, but you… You were feisty, a breath of fresh air.

You erupted in giggles when he sputtered, spitting out some of the flowers that had gotten stuck in his mouth.

“Flowers? For me, Sorella? How romantic!” He gasped exaggeratedly, draping a hand across his forehead dramatically, his other hand trying to pin your wrists down while you screamed and wriggled under him.

“Noooo!” You protested, shaking your head.

“No? Well.. how about some of this, then, eh?!” He cackled out an evil laugh as his gloved fingers found your sides, tickling you ruthlessly.

You shrieked, thrashing under him. “Papa have mercy! I-I’ll get in trouble for not doing my chores!” You cried out between giggles, desperately trying to shove him off you.

You sighed in relief as he let up, leaning down closer to you. “You know, Sorella… As Papa, I can always just relieve you of your duties.” Terzo hummed. “That way I can sit here and tickle you all day long!” He growled suddenly, making you squeal one last time before he huffed out a laugh himself, rolling off you to lay beside you in the long grass, gazing at you fondly.

The two of you were a mess; your veil had been pulled off at some point during the struggle, and there were pieces of grass and flower petals stuck in both his and your tousled hair.

You both stared at each other for a few moments while you caught your respective breaths, but Terzo suddenly turned onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “Allora, I did not come here just to bother you.” He spoke. “Although, it is one of my greatest passions.” Terzo added with a smirk and a wink that had you swatting at him and laughing.

“I have come to remind you of your Latin lesson!” He beamed with a little flourish, or as much of a flourish as he could do while laying on the ground.

“Huh? Oh! Shoot, I’m gonna be late!” You stood up, shaking yourself off and trying to locate your veil. Offering Terzo your hand, you pulled him up to his feet.

“Come on, Em, it’s time for Latin!” You called, waving her over.

She caught up with you and Terzo, eagerly trying to walk next to him and maybe strike up a conversation.

But then you were turning to your Papa, smirking and challenging him. “Last one to the ministry drinks curdled goat milk!” You yelled before taking off running.

“Cazzo!” He swore, chasing after you. He was right behind you, but his foot caught on something, tripping and falling but managing to grab your ankle and causing you to tumble to the ground too. Terzo laughed maniacally, jumping to his feet and dragging you backwards by your ankles as you screamed and clawed at the earth, grabbing fistfuls of grass. You had to admit, for an old man he was pretty damn spry.

“Papa you’re crazy!” You laughed.

“If you don’t hurry up, we’re all going to be drinking curdled goat milk for keeping Papa Secondo waiting…” Emily grumbled.

“She’s right, you know.” You looked back over your shoulder at your Papa, who conceded, nodding in agreement and releasing your ankles.

But suddenly you were squealing in surprise again as Terzo lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you all the way back to the ministry.

“Look at the sweet little lamb I have caught out in the field!” He declared triumphantly once he burst through the doors, making you giggle and swat at his back while kicking your feet.

Some siblings of sin laughed at their Papa’s antics, while others only stared enviously, a few grumbling to each other. Emily was one of the latter, huffing in annoyance and waiting for Terzo to be done. He didn’t have to make it so obvious that you were everyone’s favourite.

Setting you down, Terzo gave you a playful smack on the ass to push you in the direction of Secondo, who was striding down the corridor.

“Crazy old man.” You huffed with a grin. You turned and stuck your tongue out at Terzo, who returned the favour, before you greeted Secondo.

“Hi, Papa Secondo! I’ll be ready for Latin soon, I was just doing the laundry and-”

“Ciao, Sorella. Don’t worry, I am not doing Latin class today.” He explained.

“What?? You’re getting sick of me already?” You pouted.

Secondo’s stern expression softened as he gazed at you, the corners of his lips quirking up in what you could possibly call a smile.

“Of course not, ragazzina.” He pinched your cheek playfully. “I am only taking the day off. Then I will be back, si?”

You smiled up at him, nodding understandingly. “Who’s teaching the class today?” You enquired.

“Oh, Copia. The Cardinale. He is very good at Latin, si? You will be in good hands.”

Your eyes widened, a cute little smirk forming on your face at that information.

“Alright, that sounds good.” You bit your lip. “I’ll miss you dearly but I won’t miss your stupid pop quizzes.” You teased, batting your eyelashes at the man.

“Enjoy today with no pop quiz, but pay attention. I will be testing you on what the Cardinale has taught.” He spoke sternly, but winked at you playfully, causing you to giggle. Secondo picked a few flower petals out of your hair, giving your cheek one last endearing pinch before sending you on your way.

What had started as private Latin lessons between you and Secondo soon turned into the man teaching a small class of you and a few siblings at the behest of Sister Imperator. He was intimidating and scary when he asked you a question and waited for your answer while glaring at you with those haunting mismatched eyes. However, Secondo really was delightful; he taught you well. And you were the teacher’s pet, always pleasing him with being the first one to eagerly raise your hand and giving correct answers. However, even you weren’t exempt from getting chastised, albeit much gentler than the scoldings he gave to his other pupils. It was mostly for you snickering in class and passing notes.

You ran down the corridor and up the stairs, noting that you had some time to clean yourself up before class started. You freshened up, successfully getting all of the foliage out of your hair and changing into a different habit. This time, you opted for one that was almost like your casual habit except it had a shorter skirt which rose above the knee, and a frilly white rounded collar. The top of the dress was tight to show off the silhouette of your breasts and it pinched in deliciously on your waist before the little skirt gently flared out in an A-line. You wore it with a pair of black thigh-high stockings and your high heeled Mary Janes, looking studious, but still sinfully naughty; smirking as you applied some lipgloss and affixed your veil to your head, always preferring to wear it so that it still showed off your hair. Taking one last look in the mirror and grabbing your book bag, you hurried out the door.

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Your heels clicked on the marble floors as you jogged down the hall, actually making it to the classroom early, but upon opening the door, you found that it was empty. You set your bag down at your desk in the front row, and suddenly a horribly naughty idea was blooming in your head. Casting a glance around, you casually walked behind Secondo’s desk and pulled the drawer open, taking out the huge black book that he taught from, the one with the ornately embossed pentagram on it; worn and old from decades of use.

Deft fingers flipped to the place Secondo had bookmarked, which was the unholy sacraments and praying to Satan in Latin. That was all quite good and fine, but you had a different idea in mind.

You flipped to the table of contents, fingertips skimming over each topic before settling on the one you wanted. With a devious smirk on your lips, you plucked the black velvet and gold bookmark out and placed it a little further into the book. You put it back in the desk and hurried to sit down in your seat, hands folded neatly on your desk like a good little girl.

No more than two minutes later, Emily, Mable, Lilith, and Ava entered, followed by a couple more siblings that you didn’t really hang out with aside from class.

One of them was Rob, who everyone thought was particularly dreamy. He had the hots for you, of course he did, but he was sooo not your type. Far too young. Never stuttered. Not rat-like in the very slightest.

You had a much different definition of the word ‘dreamy’ than your friends; while they were all scribbling in their diaries about Rob at night, you found yourself writing Copia’s name in swirly cursive with hearts all around it.

You all greeted one another, chatting for a bit while you reached into your bag, grabbing your notebook and unwrapping a red heart-shaped lollipop.

Suddenly, you saw the doorknob twisting and jiggling around, hearing shuffling on the other end. Then a pause, before the door began rattling on its hinges.

You all looked on in confusion, concern growing as you heard quiet muffled Italian curses on the other side as the ornate wood rattled.

Then another beat of silence.

“Ah, shit..” Copia murmured, finally realizing that he had to push the door open, not pull it. He cracked the door open, peeking inside to make sure he was in the right place.

“Ta da..!” The Cardinal gave an awkward little flourish, finally entering into the room.

You heard Emily leaning closer to Rob and Mable, snickering out a “Loser.” and earning cruel chuckles from them.

“Hi, hello, ehh.. How do you do?” He greeted you all, gloved hands clasped in front of him while he looked around the class, his painted eyes settling on you, swallowing nervously.

You smiled sweetly at the man, licking and sucking on your lollipop, tongue swirling around it as you waited for him to begin the lesson.

Copia pulled open the drawer, taking the heavy book out.

“Ehm.. Class, today we are going to learn the Latin, si?” He looked at you all with a little nod.

“Yeah no shit, Sherlock, it’s literally Latin class.” Rob pointed out, all the girls giggling at his stupid joke. All of them except you, who shot a dirty look back at him.

“Ah, si, o-of course. Ehh… Well let us see where you left off with Papa Secondo, okie dokie?” He was quick to recover, trying not to let the rude comments or snickering get to him.

Copia opened the book, flipping to the page that you had secretly selected.

“Ah, here we are. Today’s topic will be-” The Cardinal’s already pale complexion paled even further, his cheeks immediately flushing red hot as he stared down at the book.

“Ehm.. t-today’s.. eh, today’s topic will be, ehhm…” The man shook his head, making sure that’s really where the bookmark was.

“Is something wrong, Cardinal?” You spoke up, feigning concern with that sweet voice of yours.

“No..!” He replied a little too quickly. “Eh, no, no..” He cleared his throat. “Today’s topic will be… Fornicationis Rituali Magicae ad Honorem Satanae.”

Fornication Ritual Magic for the Honour of Satan.

Your lips curled up into a little smirk, eyes fixed on Copia while you sucked on your lollipop.

He began doing his best to teach the lesson, his cute accented voice wavering and stammering every time his mismatched gaze swept over you.

You knew what you were doing with that lollipop too, ruthlessly distracting him from reading with a few wet slurping noises, no doubt forcing the poor man to think dirty thoughts as you laved your sinful little tongue over it while staring right at him. He probably felt like a sick pervert for those thoughts, clueless at the fact that you were deviously orchestrating it all.

The Cardinal was currently stumbling through a sentence about how important sex rituals were, when you raised your hand.

“Eh- Yes, Sorella?” Copia nodded to you.

“Have you ever done a sex ritual, Cardinal?” You enquired with a curious tilt of your head.

“Ehm. No…” He replied, embarrassment apparent on his face.

“Thank Satan..” Emily scoffed quietly, but still loud enough for everyone including Copia to hear. “I’d feel sorry for the girl who had to get fucked by rat man.”

Stifled giggles sounded from everyone in the class, some murmuring in agreement.

Copia visibly flinched at that comment, clearly already very insecure about being undesirable. With shoulders slumped, his eyes met the floor before turning around quickly and writing on the board, surely because he didn’t want to face the jeering class anymore.

“Would.. would anyone like to come up here and write the translation to this?” The Cardinal spoke up, and you raised your hand eagerly while everyone else slacked off.

The chalkboard read ‘Pro nomine domini nostri obscuritatis, hoc sacramentum libidinis tenebrosum accipio’ in Copia’s nice handwriting.

He nodded at you, and you stood from your desk, sauntering over to him. Considering him for a moment, you pulled the lollipop from your mouth with an audible pop, the Cardinal’s eyes immediately flicking to your lips, which were stained red from the candy.

“Here, hold this.” You said, shoving the lollipop into Copia’s mouth, his eyes widening and cheeks burning red hot at the thought of having something in his mouth that had previously been in yours. You swiped the piece of chalk out of his hand, writing the translation on the board underneath Copia’s writing.

For the name of our Dark Lord, I accept this dark sacrament of lust.

All eyes in the class were on you; how confidently you wrote the answer, and how good you looked while doing it, the short skirt of your habit almost giving everyone an eyeful as you stood on your tippy toes and leaned against the blackboard. You finished by drawing a little heart at the end of your sentence, turning to Copia once more. He had the most pathetically dumb look on his face, still in shock with your lollipop in his mouth. You took one of his hands, placing the piece of chalk in it before taking your lollipop back and deliberately licking his saliva off it before shoving it back in your mouth.

Everyone’s eyes were as wide as pies as you took your seat once more, appalled whispers filtering all throughout the room. Copia was completely besides himself, looking as though he could pass out any second. His blush had spread to the tips of his ears, burning across the bridge of his nose, and surely on his chest under his cassock.

You rested your head in your hand, gazing dreamily at the man as he tried to regain his composure, painfully stammering on about the next paragraph in the book, when a hand swatted at your arm. You looked over, seeing everyone staring at you expectantly.

“What?” You whispered.

“What the fuck was that?” Mable whispered back.

“Yeah, like, ew.” Emily added disapprovingly.

You only shrugged, sticking your tongue out at them and continuing to mindlessly scribble down some notes. Satan, he was fucking delicious. You wanted Copia to be your lollipop instead; you wished you could beg for the Cardinal to spit in your mouth right then and there in front of the whole class. But you couldn’t, not yet. You weren’t… you weren’t done with him yet.

You folded a piece of paper into a neat little airplane, sending it floating through the air and gently crashing into the Cardinal’s back while he was turned around. He turned, afraid that the culprit would be one of the unkind siblings, but instead he saw you giggling at him, your eyes twinkling with mischief. You had been incredibly nice to him, so he knew you didn’t mean anything malicious by it. He picked it up off the ground, inspecting it and seemingly approving of your design before tucking it away into the pocket of his cassock.

You grinned, wondering if he was going to be a little fucking creep about it later. The image of poor Copia clutching that paper and furiously masturbating to the thought of you had you rubbing your thighs together under your desk. But no, he would never. You could tell he was far too shy and ashamed to do that sort of thing, no matter how much he wanted to.

Copia was reading from the book once more, saying something about Latin prayers that should be said before and during sex rituals, and how you can also commit the sin of lust and dedicate it to Satan as an offering. Suddenly, you were so curious, so interested, so you raised your hand to ask a question.

“S-si, yes, you?” The Cardinal pointed to you.

“So…” You tilted your head, playing dumb. “So any two people can commit any sin of lust and use it as an offering to Satanas?” You asked.

“Well, yes-” The man started but you cut him off.

“So, just take you and I for instance.” You continued, pretending to not quite understand, relishing in the way Copia stiffened at the mention of you and him together. “Like, if we committed the sin of lust together, not just through the actual act of sex, but through other lustful activities, then we could also dedicate those to Satan?”

“Y- ehm- w- i- eh- Si, I- I mean, yes, si. That would- that would be, eh, that would be completely, eh, valid.” The poor man struggled, nodding quickly with wide eyes and a tense jaw, his hands clasped in front of him.

You nodded slowly in understanding, pretending to soak in his answer. “So oral activities can be just as effective when making an offering?” You pushed.

“Y-yes, Sorella.” The Cardinal nodded, subconsciously reaching up to tug at his collar. Satan, that slutty high-neck collar of his, he was practically asking for it. Copia reached over to the pitcher of ice water on the desk, pouring himself a glass and downing a few gulps before refilling it and drinking some more, his throat suddenly dry.

“Oh, alright, thank you Cardinal. I wasn’t sure if our Dark Lord had a preference as to where the… you know, ejaculate goes.” You stated simply, punctuating your sentence with another wet pop from your lollipop.

Copia sputtered at that, coughing and choking on his water.

“Cardinal!” You stood, worriedly rushing to his side and patting him on the back. “Are you alright, Cardinal?”

“Si, si…” He cleared his throat, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, finding it difficult to meet your gaze.

“Is there anything this guy is good at? Where’d they even find him?” Rob laughed, leaning back in his seat and shaking his head.

“Trash can, maybe? ‘Cause he’s a rat.” Emily suggested, causing several siblings to cover their mouths and stifle laughter.

You rubbed soothing circles on Copia’s back, and once you were sure he was okay, you sat back down at your desk once more so he could finish up the lesson. The rest of it was pretty straight forward, mostly just certain prayers for sex rituals which he tested the class on. You got every question correct, the other students did mediocre, and both Emily and Rob got everything wrong because they were stupid fucking dumbasses who didn’t pay attention in class.

You couldn’t help but turn to them, holding your hand up in the shape of an L on your forehead. Yeah yeah, like in the Smash Mouth song. You just had to rub it in, especially when they were so ruthless to Copia, calling him a loser every chance they got, even though he was fluent in Latin and they sucked ass.

Emily only averted her gaze and crossed her arms, cheeks burning with embarrassment, while Rob pouted at you and passed Emily a note to pass to you.

You rolled your eyes, opening the note and scoffing as you read it.

Hang out after class, hottie?

You scratched a quick ‘no thx!’ onto the paper before crumpling it and throwing it back to him with a little smile that verged on passive aggressive. Rob opened the note and grinned, shrugging it off and not taking it to heart. You were just so pretty and adorable, so you never came off as bitchy when you did things like this.

Facing forward again, you caught Copia watching you and you gave him a little reassuring wink that had his cheeks heating up as he scratched the back of his neck.

A small endearing smile pulled at the Cardinal’s lips. You were such a little firecracker, not caring what anyone else thought. You were so confident, unlike him, and it gave him a sort of satisfaction- one that he wasn’t even sure he deserved- seeing you give your friends a little taste of their own medicine; avenging him in a sense. It was nice knowing he had someone in his corner. Hell, not just anyone, but the most gorgeous sister in the whole ministry.

After class was dismissed, everyone filtered out, immediately clumping into groups and gossiping about Copia. His name could be heard amongst overlapping conversations and sneers as the siblings exited the classroom. You hung back, strolling over to the Cardinal as he sat at the large black wooden desk, deep in thought as he slouched into the chair with eyes closed.

You took a seat right on the desk, getting his attention by gentle brushing your foot over his knee. The poor thing jumped, startled, his wide gaze meeting yours. You noticed the way his odd eyes flicked down to your thighs as you were perched on the desk, the way your little skirt rode up just enough to tease.

Still licking your lollipop, you studied him for a moment, considering him carefully, making him sweat under your silent inspection.

“You know, you’d make a good one.” You remarked, gesturing at him with your candy.

“A.. eh.. a lollipop?” He asked timidly, tilting his head in confusion.

“No, silly, a teacher.” You giggled. “But maybe that too.” You added nonchalantly, causing the man to stiffen, his breath catching in his throat. You bit into the hard candy, then, breaking the heart in two, before holding the stick out to Copia so he could have the other half. With reddened cheeks and a shaky exhale, he took it into his mouth, and you made sure to accidentally brush your finger against his chin as you pulled your hand away. The air was thick between the two of you, but without another word, you were hopping off the desk, grabbing your book bag, and leaving.

Copia leaned back in the ornate black wooden chair, sighing deeply and staring up at the ceiling. You truly confused him; you were so kind yet you made him so incredibly nervous. As he sucked on the rest of your lollipop, the thought of sucking your saliva off it had him letting out a little stifled groan, the realization dawning on him that this is how you would taste: like a sweet cherry candy. He shook his head, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling like a disgusting perverted weirdo as he felt his pants tightening. He abruptly stood, opting to straighten up the classroom and head back to his office.

You, on the other hand, were sauntering down the hall with a skip in your step, waving to people you knew as you passed them. Satan, you were in such a good mood. Apparently, tormenting shy little rat men was one of your new favourite pastimes. You crunched the rest of your lollipop, teeth shattering the candy into sharp shards. Your tongue swiped over your red stained lips, longing to share sticky cherry kisses with your Cardinal. And you would; all in due time.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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Malleus Draconia (dragon god!Malleus x sacrifice!reader)

genre: angst?, revenge?, budding friendship?

note: mentions of abuse of power from religious figures, allusions to mansl*ugther, allusion to mindsets similar to dangerous nihilism

summary: Traditions must be upheld, even at the expense of morality as you were led to what many said was instant death. It didn’t matter to you, you were willing to give yourself to a being of inhuman power.

series index

No matter the advances of humanity, all is moot when facing the force of nature. Your village was situated in the outskirts of the capital of your land, away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities and still dependent on the mercy of nature. For centuries, the townspeople pray to the deities who reside in the large forest just beyond your village for a successful harvest and kind weather.

However, it seems that the powerful ones were not merciful lately as your village suffered a dreadful drought these past seasons and the villagers were desperate, which was why the coveted priests decided to resort to their last option; a sacrifice.

That’s where you, a recently orphaned resident, was sent to the forest, escorted forcefully by the village’s strongest to ensure you would not escape, not that anyone would blame you if you tried. The last humans in your position that were sent to the forest were never seen again and the villagers assumed the worst.

Not that you cared to run anyway. As stated, you had no relational ties to the village anymore and you knew why the village chose a lowly orphan to take on this supposedly important role.

In short, you were a burden to the village finally removed.

The men stopped at the threshold of the forest and pointed their weapon at you.

“Keep going, and do not come back to the village or else”

“Or else what? You’ll kill me?” You snickered sardonically at their attempt at intimidation but proceeded to venture into the woods. To you, anywhere would be better than going back to that wretched town.

The priests of the village held all the power, dictating what was right or wrong in the land and condemning those that went against them, including your family who came from a different land.

“They must be celebrating that the outsider is gone”

You kept wandering around the dense forest, casually surveying the fauna for anything edible. You weren’t sure what lived in these woods but deity or not, you might as well plan your life accordingly.

That was until you came across…you weren’t sure how to describe it. You were faced with a section of the forest that seems different from everything else you have seen. The air felt dense but it didn’t feel unpleasant, as though the environment felt richer in a sense. Unconsciously, you reach your hand as though to grasp this feeling when a voice calls out to you.

“Another lost child?”

You turned to see a tall figure. You realize the intensity of the air is coming from this man before you. You figured he must be powerful, otherworldly, and potentially dangerous. Not that you longer cared.

“You are the god that resides in this land, I presume?”

The mysterious man raised his brow at your apathetic response. You held the scent of the humans from the nearby village but your reaction is different from the centuries of visitors they have sent.

“Are you here to request from me?” The draconian deity questioned you back which made you ponder.

You had no intention of being a pawn to that accursed village but you were in front of a powerful being unlike anyone you have ever met so, colour you curious.

“You have blessed that village for centuries. How do you do it?” and why? You asked which if not for your keen eyes, you would have missed the raised brows of the tall being before he righted his features.

“You are the first to ask such a thing, human” he mused at you. “To put it simply, my emotions dictate the surrounding environment and the air. If I were saddened or enraged, the clouds gather and the skies weep”

“So…you cried for the sake of that village?”

“I would not say I was saddened the state of your village, but I do pity you humans”

“Hmm, seems fair, considering our actions” you immediately accepted his reasoning which further intrigued Malleus.

He has seen many visitors from that land come through these woods in search of him. Some had begged him to save their village, others have even tried to threaten him.

“Such humans are utterly disgraceful, my Lord! Such impudence!” His aide yelled out at the selfishness of humankind. Not once have they offered to assist or connect to their kind other than to ask them to bestow kindness upon them.

Humans are weak, and Malleus grew tired of them. Which was why he turned away from that village that lost his favour.

But you seemed different. Upon your first meeting, you treated him much differently than any human he encountered. Instead of fear or foolish arrogance, you spoke to him like you were starting chit chat with a common stranger.

“I ask you again, strange human” Malleus spoke to you, and you felt a wave of power coursing through the air. He seems to be testing you. “Are you here to request from me?”

Unperturbed by the energy swirling dangerously around you, you took your time to choose your words. It does seem like his emotions affect the land and sky as he said, and if what he said was true about rain appearing in times of his sorrows or pity, then…

You smiled brightly, the first sign of a positive emotion from you that the dragon-like being has seen since your meeting. You kneeled down on one knee and bowed your head, presenting your neck as a show of voluntary submission.

“My request is to allow me the honour of making you the happiest man in all the lands” you proclaimed proudly, with a smirk gracing your lips. “Let no moment of despair ever befall the great dragon god”

You were sent to appease the gods, right? So be it and let the village receive the results of your sacrifice.

#reader is a petty bitch and I love it #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted halloween series #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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emeritus-fuckers · 11 months

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House husband secondo you say 👀 please tell us more

House husband Secondo concept

Imagine this.

Your dearest partner Secondo retires at the age of fifty-six. He gives up his career as the lead singer of Ghost and his position as Papa in favor of his younger brother, Terzo.

And unlike Primo, he would love to spend his retirement away from the Ministry halls. So he writes a formal request to his father and Sister Imperator so that he gets to take whatever work he has and gets to move away, preferably back to Italy.

And he takes you with him. You get to pursue whatever career you wish while he gets to stay at home, cooking and cleaning. He likes doing that. There's an odd sense of comfort in it, getting to walk around his own house without the facepaint, just a comfortable shirt and some loose sweatpants, his penis casually hanging out and occasionally slapping against his thigh, not restricted by underwear.

He wears a cute, pink apron as he makes you breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert... He even learns how to professionally brew coffee and (with Primo's advice) started a little garden where he mostly kept veggies and some herbs for tea.

Maybe you have kids, maybe you don't. But if you do, he loves them to bits and is a wonderful father. He teaches them both English and Italian. He helps them discover the world in a safe, but not constricting way.

He takes care of your pets. Dogs, cats, whichever you have.

He's a workaholic who hated his work in the Ministry, so taking care of the house, which is undoubtedly a job it its own right, is perfect for him. He gets to work in his own space, one that cannot be invaded by Nihil or Imperator.

And the best part of this? Every afternoon he gets rewarded for his work when you come back home. You sit on the couch, your preferred drink already waiting for you. You tell him about your day as you drink your beverage and have your loving husband massage your aching shoulders. He kisses the top of your head and prepares you a nice, relaxing bath.

He just takes such good care of you, fulfilling all your needs. You get delicious meals, a wonderful house and a loving husband with a monstrous cock between his legs.

What's more to want?

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#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #anon #papa emeritus ii #secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #secondo x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 6 months

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Nexus Character Database.

"Hey, Lear, why are you ignoring my texts again? What if I was getting robbed at gunpoint and needed your help?"

"Why would they let you use your phone during a robbery, Nona?"

"Stop getting all wrapped up in the little details. The important thing is that you check what I sent."

"Alright, alright, let's see... huh. A personality test? Aren't those a pseudoscience?"

"What a lame thing to say. Just take it already. I'll tell you what Our-Lord-And-Savior-The-Exalted-One got if you do. Woah, geez, calm down, at least let it load!"

Nexus index.

Name: Lear (Nickname given by Miss Phaeales, birth name name is Vincent Metellus) Age: 118 Species: Nymphalian Faction: LOTUS-EATER World: Eris Path: Abundance Combat type: Ice Birthday: June 28th Sexuality: [First] Phaeales (he’s het) Height: 5′8 Hair color: Sandy blonde Eye color: Blue, with a white ring around his pupils Favorite animal: Penguins Favorite food: Pasteli, hot cocoa with marshmallows Least favorite food: Gummies, green olives Favorite things: Cooking, baking, gardening, sewing, mixology, sales at the food market and his red hairpins. Least favorite things: Group chats with more than three people, ads, sports and anything that causes Miss Phaeales distress. Clothing style: Casual. Lots of sweaters, turtlenecks, and the occasional trench coat. Prefers warm neutral colors. MBTI: INFP

Lear is considered by his co-workers to be a diligent yet reserved worker. He rarely calls out sick, never slacks off, and can get along with anyone. Most sigh in relief when they're put on the same shift as him. He wordlessly carries out tasks without anyone's prompting. Despite his solid reputation at the LOTUS-EATER, not much is known about him. He doesn't accept invitations to social outings or seek the companionship of others. These requests are turned down with a soft smile and apologetic look, which makes harboring any ill-will toward him difficult.

In his heart, he can't bring himself to enjoy the freedoms deprived from the one he treasures most. He swore he'd remain by the side of a girl who abruptly stumbled into his melancholic life. This unruly girl would go on to bring excitement and adventure wherever she went. Those boring cycles spent on his lonesome were no more. Her happiness became his, a fact that's never changed. He contents himself on caring for those who he's come to be close to.

Name: Nona Age: 113 Species: Nymphalian Faction: LOTUS-EATER, Arc's Pinion (formally) World: Eris Path: Nihility Combat type: Fire Birthday: November 3rd Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 5′3 Hair color: Chestnut brown Eye color: Amber Favorite animal: Octopi (specifically the dumbo octopus) Favorite food: Red velvet cake Least favorite food: Legumes, fatty meats Favorite things: Punk rock, video games (racing in particular), drumming, clothes, accessories, makeup and plushies Least favorite things: Work, 99% of the people she meets, capitalism and the IPC Clothing style: Gothic lolita and sweet lolita, anything super cute MBTI: ESFP

"A place where anyone can enter, but few can leave."

This would best describe Arc, the purposefully forgotten quadrant of Perianth II. Most who are born here never get to see light, artificial or otherwise. Although Nymphalian's have excellent night vision, Nona was never able to accept navigating a world of darkness. She joined a group of likeminded folk who supposedly sought to better the conditions in Arc. For many years, she sacrificed plenty to realize this dream. After overhearing two of the most prominent leaders squabble over the most insignificant things, she realized the futility of relying on others for a better future.

There had been talks of Nona infiltrating the LOTUS-EATER, as she exhibited the traits necessary for an Arbiter's field of work. Her application for Thelx citizenship was readily accepted. Instead of carrying out her group's wishes, she decided to live for herself. Though Nona was initially standoffish toward her fellow LOTUS-EATER co-workers, she soon formed a bond with her mentor, [First] Phaeales and the bartender Lear.

#nexus

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fr3akingtf0utrn · 1 year

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“I can fix that,”

Terzo x fallen angel! male reader

Warnings: nsfw 🙈, Terzo receiving, fingering, desk sex, anal(bc it’s gay), and remember it’s literally nsfw so expect the unexpected.

Summary: Terzo was looking for you all day as to wanting to either annoy you or just want to be in your company. But finally when he did, he found you slumped over your desk frustrated with the amount of work and files you had. So, he decided to help with that frustration..

(btw I haven’t check over this for mistakes)

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You were very important to the band and especially the clergy, always running around having to do something. To having to go on tour, practices, helping/taking care of the ghouls, and serving all of the Papas when needed.

So, it was one particularly busy day with way to much going on.

Seestor had given you multiple files to do along with the many tasks to tend to for the abbey.

The ghouls feeding den desperately needing to be cleaned, but also needing to give them their food.

primo needing help with taking care of the gardens because he wanted them to “have a different aesthetic”.

and secondo needing help get rid of some hookers he found and fucked around with.(you obviously didn’t stay long helping with that).

Between all that, Terzo was constantly looking for you, wanting to be in his “bel angelo caduto”s presence all the time because of his neediness.

Throughout the whole day, he only was able to see you drag a body to the ghouls den and into the feeding chambers and was about to walk to you but was stopped by a sibling.

Terzo groaned internally and looked behind the sibling seeing you casually throwing the bodies down the stairs, but snapped his eyes back to the sibling when they had mention Seestor.

Focusing back to you, half the day went by agonizingly painful to get through. As you finally got everything out of the way, you crashed down onto your office chair, leaned on your knees and head in your hands.

You had to drop your 2nd form and into your full demon/fallen angel form.

Your pitch black wings stretched out and feathers littered the floor slightly. Your horns grew almost as quick as your headache did from the day, and your claws gripped into your hair.

From going into your form, you didn’t notice Terzo was trying to summon you. You had been so pent up with stress and frustration that your senses were on overload and stopped all together.

Terzo was annoyed now, and was in front of your office door opening it to see you.

You hadn’t heard him walking in, and you threw yourself back against the chair, hands still gripping your hair, and growled, your teeth grew immensely sharp and glistened in the dimmed room.

Terzo stood there, eyes wide as he looked at your disheveled form. He hadn’t seen your full form since you went batshit crazy on Nihil that one time. Which was a couple years ago.

Terzo would be lying if he said you didn’t turn him on right now from your form. Between the way you growled, to the way your chest heaved up and down.

Your eyes snapped open as soon you smelt Terzo. His scent made your pupils constrict and sharpen and your head whipped towards him.

He tensed looking into your eyes. As soon as you made eye contact, your pupils dilated and you sighed.

Terzo furrowed his eyebrows and looked how frustrated and stressed you looked, he could see it in your eyes as you looked at each other.

“You look horrible,” He said as he stayed near the door. You narrowed your eyes and raked your claws through your hair. “Thanks,” you roll your eyes.

“I’ve been trying to summon you…are you trying to ignore me?” Terzo says crossing his arms and popped his hip leaning against the doorway.

“what? You have?” You raise your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I’m sorry, Papa, it’s been a…stressful day.”

Terzo cocks his eyebrow, “I can tell, but don’t worry,” he uncrosses his arms and closes the door, hand moving to lock it, “I can fix that.”

Your legs were crossed and you were leaned back, your elbow was on your chair and your hand covered your mouth and nose. Your predatory eyes watches Terzo slowly taunt his way over here.

Your remove your hand and place it on your arm rest as he sits on your desk in front of you, his hands support him. He moves his leg to uncross yours and he was now right between your thighs.

You let out a growl, “come here.” Terzo complies and makes himself comfortable on your lap, but groans feeling you against him. Terzo runs his hand down your shoulder to your chest, feeling you.

Your hands grip his hips and bring him closer to you, chest to chest. He gasps and both of his hands are on your chest. You breath against his neck and inhale. Terzo shudders and brings a hand to your shoulder and stretches his neck and gives you more access.

“You’re pathetic.”

Terzo moans out as his hair is gripped and pulled back by your claws.

“Fuck!” He yells out as arches his back, grinding against you as you latch onto his neck. You sigh through your nose and lap up the blood at his neck. Terzo whimpers and groans as you leave marks on him, feeling the pounding pressure on his cock rise up between you both.

Your canines let go of neck and place wet kisses on the marks you left. You trail up to his jaw away from the marks and take a break to admire your work. Your claws let go of his hair and rake down his back and he shudders.

Terzo sighs out and looks into your eyes dreamily as you stare back. His eyes flicker down to your lips and hooks his fingers around your chin and lifts your head and leans down. You let out a breath as he stops a moment but smashes his lips into yours.

Both of your hands travel down to his hips as his hands are on either side of your face. You groan into the kiss as Terzo grinds down, trying to be as close as possible to you.

He lets out a strangled moan as you softly moan and release from each other. You both look down and see your clothed erections on top of each other.

You roll your hips up and bounce Terzo on your lap, claws digging into his hips.

“..ple-ase…” Terzo strains against you. You smirk and start to unbuttoned his pants and leaned back for you.

“I thought this was for me, punttano,” you tease him as Terzo rolls his hips in greediness.

He lets out a breath and looks into your eyes with lust, “it is, you’re just so irresistible, uno caduto.”

You narrow your eyes at him and lift him off your lap quickly. You flip him around, bending him and slamming him over your desk so his ass is free for you.

Terzo chokes out a gasp of surprise and his hands are on either side of him, palms hitting the desk along with him.

You glare at the sight and inhale, smelling his arousal once more. You lean over him, trapping him underneath your big body, pushing against him.

You kicked his foot with yours, spreading his legs wider for you.

Terzo could feel almost every inch of you against himself as you held onto his hip with one hand and gripping on-top of his hand with the other, intertwining your fingers tightly as your palm hugged his ungloved hand.

Your breath fanned against his ear.

“You know, for the amount of Papas and leaders I’ve served for my time…” you started as Terzo shivered, “you’re my favorite papa.” You nipped his earlobe and in response he moaned hearing the praise and grinds his ass against you.

You remove your hand from his hip and stick two fingers in his mouth, “suck.” You commanded and he obliged. Terzo swirled his tongue around your clawed fingers.

You were able to make them less sharp and having control over them so you wouldn’t hurt him.

Once you decided it was enough lube, you lower your hand and slowly sink a finger in him.

Terzo moans aloud, feeling you long finger slowly sink inside. You curled the finger and his legs twitched against you.

You added another finger and scissored him. As you did, you whispered dirty nothings to Terzo and left bruises on him.

Adding one last finger just to be safe to not hurt him, a another moan rips throw Terzo as he grips the table and arches.

You chuckle at his form and take all fingers out making him whine, he squeezes around nothing.

He turns his head to slightly look at you, “are you ready?” You ask him and he nods, “Prendimi, usami come desideri, mio signore!”

As soon as you heard that, you spit on your cock and pushed the tip in, he whimpers in response to the stretch. All of a sudden you slam into him, letting out a shaky gasp as the tightness of him squeezing you.

Terzos mouth was agape and he moved his hands in a prayer and underneath his forehead to catch it from hitting the desk. His legs shake as he feels your claws grip his hips and slowly drag your cock out.

Your cock glistened and watching him swallow you whole made something animalistic come out of you as you licked your lips

You slam back into him, smacking sounds beard throughout the room as well as the creaking from the desk and squelching from your speed.

You were now hunched over him, hands on either side and thrusting at an inhuman pace making Terzo scream in ecstasy. You grabbed a hold of the back of his neck and brought him up to you, your thrusts still going.

Terzo continued to let out repeating moans and curses from his mouth and not bothering to be quiet. But it’s not like anyone could hear you. You guys were on the top head of the clergy’s floor. No siblings to be found.

Your hand slipped to grip his throat and you bit his neck once again, your other arm wrapped securely and tight around his waist.

Terzo let out a silent scream and moved his hand above and behind his head to hold onto you. His other hand went to your arm around him.

The pounding in his chest matched the pounding in his core. You thrusts deepened as he leaned his head onto your shoulder and kissed his jaw.

“Cazzo, sono così fottutamente vicino!” Terzo gasps as your hand grabs ahold of his cock and his leg twitched.

You played with his tip as your thrusts quickened somehow.

“Vieni per me, mia piccola puttano,” you growled in his ear as your orgasm approached.

Terzo arched his back, making his ass flush against you every time you slammed into him over and over again.

Your hand quickened as well, jerking Terzo off so quickly he couldn’t let out anything. His body was twitching all over as his orgasm took over him. He came all over your hand and only a little on your desk. Him barely making a sound because of the feeling he got and his eyes rolled back.

You release him and he falls forward, his hands barely catching him before his hips hit the desk. You slipped out and he whimpered but you quickly push back into him to reach your peak.

You felt Terzo squeeze around you and heard his begging voice to stop and let out high pitched noises as overstimulation hit him. You never heard the safe word you guys had made awhile back so you sunk your claws into him, blood dribbling down his hips and slammed into him one last time.

You came with a slight roar/groan and threw your head back. “Fuck, good fucking boy..” your praise made him squeeze and you shuddered…

You released his hips and quickly noticed the mess as your eyes dilated back to normal.

“Oh caro..I apologize Papa, I didn’t mean to claw you that hard.” Your panic made you slip out accidentally making you both moan and Terzo’s head slammed against the desk.

His hands laid resting to his side on the desk, the movement causing his back muscles to move and flex.

You moved fast slipping on your boxers, and grabbed wet towels in the connected bathroom, along with ibuprofen and ice. When you came back he didn’t move an inch, only his back showing he’s still alive and breathing by it going up and down at a slightly fast pass.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight of him fucked out by his own cause, blood dripping from his hips, neck, and shoulders, bruises coming in basically everywhere on him, and his face being blurred from his paints by him being smushed into the desk by you.

He was so hazed he couldn’t see anything but the table and didn’t realize you were taking picture of him at every angle.

Once done with that, you started cleaning him up which must of awoke him by jumping at the contact of the towel.

“Hey, you’re okay, just cleaning you up, mi amore,” you mumbled as you wiped at the blood stains.

Terzo smiled and rested his head once more. As you finished with his lower half, you gently leaned him up and turned him around and picked him up. You sat down on the chair and cleaned his neck.

Terzo gave up on holding his weight up and slumped down on top of you, his arms wrapping around you lazily and inhaling softly as his head dropped on your shoulder.

“Darling, you still have slight stains on your neck from blood,” you stated but he ignored you and you smiled at his laziness.

You picked him up and grabbed a shirt to cover him. You quickly arrived at your room which was right near your office and laid down on the messy bed.

Terzo groaned and shifted as he slide off slightly and onto the bed but complied when you appeared next to him immediately.

He slid a leg inbetween your thighs and snuggled in closer to your neck as your arms wrapped around him.

You placed your chin on top of his head and closed your eyes, drowning in the warmness as your full form slowly went down from the relaxation.

You soon drifted off into sleep.

#ghost bc #papa emeritus #ghost band #ghost copia #cardinal copia #ghost terzo #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #terzo x reader #terzo x male reader #ghost bc x male reader #nameless ghouls

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copiousloverofcopia · 3 months

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UNHOLY FUCK Ghesties!

THIS IS IT! The final chapter of Death and Flowers is coming at you!!!

I hope you all enjoy it!!!! Our poor Copia and Ollie have been through so much. Will they have a happily ever after?

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

*Special thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the banners*-hit me up ghestie I owe you a fic or something for using these.

Death & Flowers

It hadn’t been serious, it never was with him. While Papa was suave and Ollie enjoyed their time together it wasn’t meant to be. She knew it wasn’t something meant to last…something permanent but—here she was. It was only one missed pill and life forever changed.

Chapter 14: Long May He Reign

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

They didn't bother to wait for the rest of the ghouls. Copia, along with Alpha, Omega, and Aether began working their way to Saltarian’s office. The Cardinal, having finally put all the pieces together. He was angry at himself for being so blind—the answers were right there in front of him the whole time.

“Tell us Cardinal, who is responsible for this?” Aether asked, watching as the anger inside both Omega and Alpha grew. Threatening to billow out of them like Hell fire—consuming anything and everything in their path.

“It is those men–the League. Maybe Saltarian, I think he has been assembling them to overthrow the Ministry. The Emeritus family and the ghouls are just casualties in their pursuit of it.

“Then… then why weren't they after you?” Aether asked, knowing the truth of Copia’s parentage. It would have puzzled Copia too, had he not overheard the conversation between Sister and Saltarian from before. Now he knew exactly why he was overlooked, despite his heritage.

“The man has a soft spot for Sister… I am her son and from what I have learned, I was never supposed to know Nihil was my father. Blissful ignorance meant to keep me safe in favor of her. But now that has all changed.”

“This is fucking insane; how did they think they were going to keep everything in line without the support of the ghouls. Like it or not, we are essential for the connection and power from the Dark One himself.” Alpha snarled, as they walked, trying his best not to go running off on his own to fight them. The ghouls, confused and betrayed by all they thought they knew.

“I am sure the plan was to have some of you become fodder for those hungry to condemn someone for the Emeritus family deaths, but I can only assume they never meant to imply that all of you were involved. I am certain now that this is why you were framed. Blamed for Primo, Secondo, and Terzo’s deaths.”

“How do you know?” Omega asked.

“The scent. I don’t have senses the way you do, but I have recently come into contact with the same smell Aether described. It was overwhelming on Bishop Martin… it has to be them.

A few hours before…

Saltarian sat at his desk, head in his hands as he waited for the California Ministry to contact him. Hoping to have Copia set up to stay there for the majority of his time of touring. He wondered if he would be able to continue on as planned. His love for Elizabeth had already cost him so much and now with her carelessness, she threatened to undo everything he had worked so hard to orchestrate.

He could hear it from down the hall as they approached. The sounds of footfalls on the tile, made with a sense of haste. Then as expected and without a knock, Bishops Mauro, Henry, and Martin came charging into his office. The looks on their faces telling him this was no casual visit.

“What is it?” he asked them.

“We have a problem.” Bishop Mauro began, looking at the other two to see who might be next to speak.

“What problem?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. Allowing his pen to fall to his desk, and the room to grow quiet before he looked up at them.

“We have learned some very disturbing news, your excellency.” Martin continued.

“Seems our dear sweet Cardinal is not the father of Sister Olive’s child.” Henry smirked, a glint of evil in his eye. One that had far surpassed anything Saltarian had ever seen. The news was powerful, yet not a complete surprise to him. The most interesting part was the thought that Copia knew and still claimed the child as his own. Saltarian, now wondering if the Cardinal and Sister Imperator had conspired against him this whole time.

“He’s also Nihil’s son… a fact you seemed to be aware of, yet we are just now hearing of it. Is this true Mr. Saltarian?” Bishop Mauro asked, watching for a crack in Saltarian’s resolve. He was angered to the core—maddened. He had tried to do right by Sister Imperator. Hiding her bastard son from the eyes of those he answered to—those who also wanted the end of the Emeritus family. Only to have the bloodline kept alive and well in his child. Sure, that it was Sister Imperator who outed him as knowing the secret.

“I see... that conniving bitch. That is preposterous.” he hissed under his breath. “You know what you need to do.” he nodded to the bishops. The men, acknowledging him as they set course to eliminate them all—Nihil, Copia, Olive and the child.

Present time

Copia rounded the corner and ran straight into Bishop Martin, he was covered in blood. Unabashed by walking around in broad daylight. His smug smile, sending a chill down Copia’s spine.

“What have you done!” Copia yelled, the crest of his knuckles bashing into the bishop’s jawline as he threw the first punch. Sending a cascade of blood from Martin’s mouth to the floor. The ghouls standing behind them, growling and tails snapping in the air like whips.

“You really are a fool.” Martin laughed, his face already beginning to swell from Copia’s right hook.

“Whose blood is this? If you don't tell me what is going on, I will let them devour you whole, you figlio di puttana!”

“All this energy over your dead brother's whore?” Martin chuckled. Leaving bloody fingerprints behind on Copia’s cassock as he tried to hold him back from another hit.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Omega roared, Aether and Alpha holding him down so that Copia may get answers before Omega went and tore him to shreds.

“Oh Satanas Ollie.” Copia choked, his stomach sinking as the words left him. Scared that the blood may be hers.

“Relax Cardinal, you precious whore is fine. Though not for long. This blood… belongs to your old man.” he grinned, as Copia dropped his body to the ground. Running behind him into Nihil’s office. Only to find the old man dead in his chair–throat slit and blood decorating the walls.

“Oh fuck.” Aether said, as he and Alpha followed him into the room. Omega, still in the hall. Sinking his teeth into the bishop's carotid before his body went completely limp in the ghoul's arms.

“He’s gone.” was all Copia could say, quickly setting course back into the hall where he found Omega hovering over the bishop. Barely clutching onto his mortal coil.

“She’s next.” he said, choking on his own blood. The ghouls and Copia, realizing instantly what he meant.

“We need to get to Ollie and Luss now!” Alpha growled, taking off full force alongside Copia and Aether as Omega finished off Martin.

As they made it back to Copia’s Papal suites, there was an eerie quiet. The door cracked open and no sign of Ollie or Cumulus to be seen. Copia and the ghouls carefully crept inside. Searching for them, until finally they could hear the sound of glass breaking from within the bedroom.

As they ran inside, they saw them. Two men, in shining silver ghouls' masks, holding Ollie and Cumulus captive. Knives to their throats and the two of them struggling against their captor’s grips. Cumulus, doing her best to try and bite them, while Ollie cried. Her hands, never leaving her belly.

“Ollie! Cumulus!” Copia cried, attempting to run for them before watching the men adjust their blades. Stopping the Cardinal in his tracks as the ghouls continued forward.

“Take those off! You can’t fool us you motherfuckers.” Alpha hissed, watching as the men removed the masks. Revealing themselves to be Bishop Mauro and Henry. Copia’s suspicions had been confirmed. It was the League who was responsible for the deaths of his brothers—and his father.

“Step any closer and we will slit their throats.” Bishop Henry told them. Pressing the blade against Ollie’s neck. A string of blood, beading up along the cut as she cried out.

“Copia!”

“It’s alright amore.” Copia called out, the bishops laughing at his weak promises. Amused with his idea he had any control, knowing they held Ollie and Cumulus within millimeters of death.

“We will tear you apart before you do anything to them!” Omega roared, looking into Cumulus’s eyes. Doing her best to remain calm as her life lay in the balance. Never showing her fear to them as they continued on.

“Please you all are nothing but rabid animals. No sense or reason. You’re disposable. There are millions more like you awaiting summoning. None of them will ever know better.” Mauro smiled. The three ghouls standing their ground, teeth bared and tails swishing. Ready to pounce if they only are given the chance.

“Let Ollie and Cumulus go, take me instead. They have done nothing to you. It’s me you want. I am Nihil’s son.” Copia begged, trying his best to inch closer to them without setting them off.

“There’s just one thing…a tiny… little… thing.” Henry said. Slowly brushing back the hair from off Ollie’s shoulder. Trembling in his grasp. “This is a problem.” he said as his free hand traveled down from her shoulder and over her chest, finally settling over the swell of her belly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Copia said, his teeth gritted and his rage boiling over. Bloodthirsty and ready to end them.

“It’s nothing personal, Cardinal. The Ministry is just done with Emeritus. Sorry you got caught in the mix. Then again, you all are nothing but fools.” Mauro hissed. The tension was unbearable. Every second lingering as they stared each other down. Copia and the ghouls helpless but to watch until somehow, they could find a way in.

Suddenly from the shadows, a figure appeared. Pushing past the men and bringing himself front and center. Positioning himself between them. Announcing himself as the man of the hour, the one who held all control—Mr. Saltarian.

“Not yet Henry…” he said, stopping things from moving forward until he had his final say. Wanting to draw out Copia’s torment for as long as humanly possible. Relish, in his agony as he watched his lover and child slowly be murdered in front of his eyes.

“Ti sei rincoglionito?!” Copia growled, his white eye—blazing with fury. Chest heaving and ready to kill Saltarian where he stood.

“You know, I had a mind once to consider you a son. After all I have known you since your whore of a mother carried you.” Saltarian began, smirking at him as he crossed his arms. Lifting up a condescending brow and snickering to himself.

“You are nothing—” Copia began before Saltarian cut him off.

“I am everything… I have done everything. You know the whole reason this order, the League, was founded was to get rid of them. I may never have been able to become Papa myself, but I could have still had control. If your mother hadn’t been stupid enough to tell you about Nihil.”

“Don’t you dare…” Copia began.

“I did EVERYTHING FOR HER!” Saltarian yelled back, turning around to rip away the knife from Bishop Henry. Pressing it into the side of Ollie’s belly, just hard enough to draw blood. The blood, staining her dress as she cried out.

“Ah!”

“Please don’t hurt her!” Copia pleaded, ready to give his life for her. The ghouls snapping and snarling behind him. Waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Dying to taste the blood of the men on their tongues and pick their flesh from their teeth.

“This is your fault Copia. Had you never been born she might have been mine. Not attached to that old bastard for so long. Even then I would have given you the Papacy to please her. Getting rid of Nihil so you could start anew with me pulling the strings—but now since she managed to ruin it all helping you and helped to protect this pathetic Emeritus whelp…” Saltarian said as he raised up the knife, “...I guess I’ll have to kill you all and take the miter myself!”

Saltarian threw Ollie to the ground and lunged towards Copia. The blade, barely missing his chest and digging into his shoulder. Copia groaned as he pulled it out, him and Saltarian struggling to take hold of it. Copia’s blood painting the floor, slick and red.

The ghouls took their opportunity in the confusion. The bishop’s had grown comfortable, letting down their guard when Cumulus thrusted her elbow backwards into Mauro. Knocking him back onto the floor. The ghouls and ghoulette, flooding over him and ripping him apart with their bare teeth and sharp claws. Bishop Henry panting as he tried to take off. Aether, jumping over his gorging brethren to snatch him.

The ghoul’s claws sunk deep into the flesh of the bishop’s back as he screamed. Blood curdling and powerful as he fell to the ground. Ollie, still laying on the floor, cradling her belly in her arms as she watched in horror at the scene. The ghouls devouring the Bishops and Saltarian and Copia fighting to the death.

The ruckus in the Papal suite had alerted others, crowds of siblings and other clergy members spilling in from the halls. All too shocked and afraid to make a move. Worried that their involvement would seal the wrong person’s fate. Watching as Copia and Saltarian continued to scuffle. The knife dancing between them, always a split hair away from stabbing one or the other.

Ollie pulled herself up, grateful to a pair of sisters who came to collect her. Surrounded by pieces of what once was the bishops. Covered in theirs and her lover’s blood. Catching Copia’s eyes for a brief moment, her tears once again began to shed. Wondering to herself if this was the last time, he would ever look at her.

Seeing Ollie was all he needed. The thought of never seeing her again, never holding her again, gave him strength beyond measure. Toppling Saltarian to the ground and hovering over him. Knife raised high as he was ready to strike.

“You know it's far from over. I am not the only one who wanted the power of the Ministry to be their own.” Saltarian said, spitting up at Copia.

“Your vitriol nature has done nothing for you. How does it feel to know his son bested you after all.” Copia told him, gloating at the idea. Saltarian made one last stitch effort to get the blade. Punching Copia in the gut as he tried to take it from him. The two men, rolling on the ground over one another–until suddenly they stopped.

The two of them, looking down to see the blade piercing into Saltarian’s heart. Immediately he began choking. Feeling his death approaching. Every beat of his heart, bringing him closer as he began to bleed out from the inside.

“This baby will be born, and the Emeritus bloodline will continue…and one day Saltarian, he will become Papa…” Copia began, watching the light starting to fade in Saltarian’s eyes.

“No…” Saltarian shuddered as Copia pushed the knife in deeper. Twisting it as he spoke, “And long may he reign!”

Epilogue

A Few Years Later…

As the lights died down on the stage at the last of the Los Angeles shows, Copia remained bowed. His heart pounding in his chest and the thrill of the crowd cheering “Papa” echoing throughout the arena. Never did he imagine his life would be like this. Admired by all and revered by the Ministry.

It had been so long since his humbler beginnings. The night of his true rise to power was long behind him. Followed swiftly by the sweet embrace of Fatherhood not long after. Becoming Papa, despite it all, in the in between.

Now that he had been in charge for some time, Copia decided that after the Imperatour he would step down. If there was one thing Saltarian got right—was that new blood was needed in the Ministry. Terzo's son—his son, would one day rise to power and until then Copia wanted the Ministry to be helmed by someone else. Copia, knowing he had done all he could there after working to reform things.

He had worked hard to bring down all those who co-conspired in the deaths of his father and brothers. His mother was forced to step down from her position within the church. Toured for years with Ghost, and helped to foster a new wave of worthy siblings of sin and respectful members of the Clergy. Knowing that now was the time for someone else to lead.

He and Ollie had never been better, raising their little boy to the best of their ability while on the road. Never leaving each other’s side, even now. No longer haunted by the ghosts of the past as they worked to create their own family. A life, a love, something special just for them.

As he exited the stage, he caught sight of them. The two things he cared about more than anything else, his sweet Ollie and little Giovanni were standing there waiting for him backstage. Juice boxes, held in his pair of small hands as Giovanni went running up to his daddy. Copia, hoisting him up in the air and squeezing him tight in his arms. Ollie, following right behind him, a smile spread wide across her face.

“That was incredible.” Ollie cheered, coming to plant a kiss on Copia’s smeared painted cheek.

“I should say so, what do you think piccolo? Did daddy do a good job?” he asked Giovanni.

“I loved it!” his son cheered, throwing his arms around Copia. Juice spraying in the air and all over the back of his father’s vestments. Ollie, quickly coming to help try and help clean it up.

“Gio, you need to be more careful.” she told him. Giving him a cheeky look before dapping away at the spill.

“It’s alright cara, I won't be needing them much longer anyways. You know very soon Gio, daddy and mommy are going to take you to the country. Spend some time in the quiet… I feel it's well earned. For all of us.” Copia chuckled, sending Ollie the sincerest of smiles. Ollie was overcome with emotion. So happy to have time to enjoy just each other. The nightmares of the past behind them. She was unable to help but kiss him. Relishing the feel of his lips against hers and the sounds of their son’s giggles as she hummed in contentment.

“That it is Papa—that it is.”

Notes:

figlio di puttana- son of a bitch

Piccolo- Little one

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Mushy May Days 7&8

Prompt(s): Day 7 - Compliments and Day 8 - First Time Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dewdrop/Cumulus Featuring: Cumulus has some reservations about sleeping with the fire ghoul. But Dew definitely doesn't treat her the way she expected. Dew being smitten. Cumulus being nervous. Cunnilingus. Body Worship. Some serious adoration. They're soft as fuck. Word Count: 1.3k+ Read it under the cut, or on AO3.

Cumulus doesn’t get nervous. She gets excited. Giddy. What does she have to be nervous about really? There are very few things on the surface that rival anything she’s seen in hell. She hasn’t been on the surface long, a handful of months. But in that time she’s found that Earth is a calm, gentle place. Easy. Non-threatening. There is nothing to be worried about here. So, the clenching in her gut, the feeling of not being able to sit still, the way her skin prickles somewhere between excitement and anxiety when Dew drags his hungry eyes over her body? It’s new.

And, she’s surprised to find, not entirely unwelcome. It’s nice to feel a spark of apprehension. To stumble forward into the unknown. She’s slept with most of the others, known before any clothes came off how it would go. What the dynamic would be. That Mountain would be soft, and Rain would be nervous, and Aether would want her to take charge. Dew, she knows from the casual way they all talk about each other, is a handful. Demanding. Usually bratty. Occasionally a pillow princess. Which, is why Cumulus hasn’t done this before. Because if anyone is going to be a pillow princess—it’s going to be her.

But he’s hard to resist. Especially on the days when his attention turns to her. When he drags copper eyes over her figure with hunger that makes her skin tingle. She can feel the heat radiating off of him when they sit next to each other during mass. His hands folded on his lap, back straight.

She wants to know what that heat feels like inside of her. Wants to know what it feels like to be consumed by him.

She watches him during mass, scooting her thigh closer until it’s pressed up against his. He turns his masked face toward her, silver glinting in light so dim she can barely make out his eyes. He catches her gaze.

She doesn’t need to see his mouth to know it’s curling up into a smirk.

Apprehension dumps into her belly. Nerves she’s not used to fluttering into her veins. Looks away first, dragging her eyes back to the front of the room where Nihil is droning on. She doesn’t pull her leg away.

It’s only a handful of seconds later that she feels the warm press of a palm just above her knee. His thumb strokes the inside of her leg. A metronome of heat against her skin.

She expects something quick. Expects that when Nihil is finally done with his sermon, Dew will grab her hand and drag her into the relic closet like she’s watched him do with innumerable siblings.

What she gets instead is Dew lacing his fingers with hers and tugging her out of the chapel. He doesn’t pull, doesn’t drag. He walks next to her, thumb sliding over hers. He leads her to his room. He closes the door. He locks it.

She stands next to his bed and watches him pull his mask off and shake out his hair, his face turning up into a grin as he crosses the room to her.

She lets him pull her mask off, calloused fingers dragging across her skin as he does. He sets her mask down next to his gently.

She’s about to ask him who he is and what he’s done with their spitfire, when he kisses her. Fingers sinking into her plush curls as he molds his lips to hers. He kisses to claim, tongue dragging over the seam of her lips until she opens her mouth to him.

He purrs as soon as she does, licking into her mouth, trying to pull her impossibly closer. He tastes like cinnamon. Like cigarettes. Like a bonfire. She curls her arms around his neck and holds him there just as he’s pulling one hand from her curls to run it over her side, to hitch her even closer so she can feel the warm press of him over the length of her body.

She loses track of the kiss. Loses track of when it stops and when others start. She makes quick work of his uniform jacket and the shirt underneath. When he moves to do the same—his fingers shake against the buttons.

She pulls back far enough to look at his face. To see the way his cheeks are flushed pink. He won’t meet her eyes, just keeps slowly threading buttons, exposing more and more supple skin to his wandering hands.

When Dew finally has her naked in front of him, he groans, low in his throat as his eyes drag over her body. She has the strangest urge to hide, to cross her arms over her chest. Not because she’s ashamed, but because the intensity of his stare feels as consuming as his kiss.

“Dew,” she says quietly, in an attempt to break him out of whatever stupor he’s fallen into. “You’re drooling.”

Dew’s eyes dart up to hers, mirth flooding through them, crinkling at the corners. “Can you blame me? Look at you.”

She doesn’t really know what she’s supposed to say to that. All of this is beyond her expectations. She’s been treated like this by Mountain, by Aether, by Cirrus. Held up on a pedestal. Looked at with wide, reverent eyes.

But Dewdrop?

Dewdrop doesn’t offer anyone reverence. The world belongs to him, bows to him, gives him whatever he wants at the snap of his fingers. He doesn’t kneel, or bow, to anyone.

But then he’s doing exactly that, gentling her back onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs, nuzzling his face against her belly, in between her breasts. Mouthing at whatever expanse of soft skin he can find. Sharp teeth and clever tongue leaving a trail of reddening skin.

Cumulus threads her fingers in his hair. The other hand she leans back on, bracing herself on the bed as Dew sits lower on his knees and ducks his head to dig those teeth into the meat of her thigh.

“Wanted this,” Dew murmurs against her skin and Cumulus is sure she’d misheard him. But he keeps going. “Since you got summoned. So, fucking gorgeous.”

“Dew,” she whispers, but whatever the follow up is leaves her brain as his mouth slips higher. Tongue darting out to lick the juncture between thigh and hip. Her body is a thousand miles ahead of her mind. She can’t say the same to him. Can’t profess an immediate attraction—desire. Dew’s abrasive in most situations. Like rubbing up against sandpaper. And so, while she wants this, and Satanas does she, she’s having trouble reconciling the ghoul between her knees with the one who nearly lit the rehearsal room on fire when he messed up a solo last week.

“So pretty spread out for me like this,” he whispers as he mouths over her hips, the space below her belly. “Fucking perfect.”

He slips one finger into her without much warning. She sighs, closes her eyes as he works another finger into her and starts to pet upward. She can feel how wet she is now, drooling down around his fingers. He drags his thumb over her clit at the same moment he finds a spot inside her that makes her whole-body light up in pleasure. She makes a noise she wishes she could take back. Mostly, because it turns his smile smug—prideful.

Someday, she’ll wipe it off of his face. Later, maybe, she’ll shove him into the mattress and ride him until he begs.

But right now his head is dipping lower, that unholy tongue darting out drag through her folds, to gather her taste on his tongue. He groans, uses the hand on her thigh to spread her legs wider. She digs her fingers into his scalp. And tries to force her shaking arm to hold her up.

Dew notices. He pulls back to grin up at her. “Just lay back, Lus. Relax.” When she does, he dips his head again, tongue darting out to flick over her clit. “Let me take care of you.”

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