#papa copia x male reader

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

How about Copia riding the hell outta male reader while he's wearing his ghaseball uniform?

FUCK YES. I’m actually hella into baseball too so when I saw him in that uniform 😩

Also, it’s a bit short so yeah, ENJOY.

copia x male reader

warnings: nsfw, dom!reader, sub! Copia, riding, degrading kink, and uhhh I’m bad at putting warnings but it literally says NSFW so expect the unexpected bitches❤️

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“Fuck!” Copia throws his head back and grips onto your thigh, arching his back. He slammed his hips back down, feeling you press against his prostate once again.

His face contorts with pleasure feeling every inch of you.

Copia as of right now had both hands behind him, gripping your knees as he arched into you. Your cock penetrating him deviously.

He makes more throaty sounds as he feels you play with his own cock that was between you two.

“f-uck!” Your eyes roll back, “you could barely wait another hour you fucking slut.” You words were stern but broke halfway through as he continued bouncing.

This only started because of copia having to appear during a Sox game to throw a pitch. He was getting ready an hour before hand and looked so fucking hot in his uniform that you guys could barely make it to him putting on his pants overtop his sliding shorts.

Copia leaned forward and moved one hand to the back of your neck and one on your bicep. His mouth let out a silent scream as you latched onto to his neck and snapped your hips up into him. You sucked on his sweet spot and he moaned aloud.

You snapped your hips up again and released his neck by pressing wet kisses on the marks. Copia continued to slam himself down on your cock, trying to reach his peak.

His jersey buttons were unbuttoned and showed off his toned chest and slightly chubby stomach, of which you loved so much. You slid your hand to his chest, feeing him and grazing his nipple.

He shivered at the touch and leaned down to the crease of your neck and shoulder, resting his forehead to hold himself up. You could hear all his quick breaths and whimpers as you thrusted up.

“I can’t, I can’t, fuck, please, Y/n,” Copia begged. You growled in response and held his hips, helping him move faster up and down.

“plea-se..” he whispered in your ear, his grip on your bicep tightened and slid his other hand to your neck. He leaned back and bounced more.

You threw your head back in response and your mouth gaped open as he rolled his hips. “Now, copia, go a-head..Tesoro,” you groaned,words breaking, as you felt the burning ache of release.

Copia bounced uncontrollably, he could feel his muscles in his legs burn and ache. He was to caught up with his pleasure that his body and legs shook as you applied pressure to his own cock once more.

He squirted in your hand and on your chest as you thrusted hard into him, releasing as well, trying to go as deep as possible.

Copia arched his back into your cock, his legs twitched along with his hips, feeling the overstimulation of everything. He leaned back down to you, collapsing on top of you as you stopped.

You wrapped your arms around his covered waist and enveloped in his scent as you later soft inside of him.

All of a sudden, there was a loud 3 knocks on the door, startling you both and making you slip out of and hisses in unison.

“Papa Emeritus IV, you’re on the field in 25 minutes.” A ghouls voice boomed through the door, you both sighing gladly because he didn’t come in.

“Also, try your best not to ruin Papas legs before a show or meetings anymore, Y/n,” your eyes widened, hearing the ghoul, “it makes him a bit more clumsy.”

You definitely knew who the ghoul was after they said that.

[ethereal-maniac]

Copia: okay eh, thoughts? *walking out of the change room in his new outfit for tour*

Y/n: shapes your ass beautifully

Copia: what-

Y/n: what?

[dantesunbreaker]

Papa with Transmasc Reader(Headcanons)

Primo

Look, he has been around a while and has been with his fair share of partners. Nothing comes as a surprise to him at this point

Immediately is accepting of your gender identity and does whatever he can to support your transition

If it’s something you are interested in, Primo will help you establish an exercise plan and a diet that helps masculinize your features

If not, Primo still will tell you how handsome and strong you look

On the chance you want surgery, Primo is supportive. Will pay for it and of course give the best post surgery care you have ever experienced

Has tea for you that helps relieve any pain or discomfort

Helps change bandages for you, and once they come off he will have the best ointments and lotions to minimize scarring 

At the end of the day, Primo accepts your body and loves every inch of it as long as you are also happy

Secondo

Takes you in to get custom tailored suits

Very very protective. Gives a death glare to anyone that even thinks about making transphobic comments

Whatever medical procedures or treatments you want to aid your transition, Secondo insists that he pays. He doesn’t want prices to be something that holds you back from being comfortable in your own body

If you take hormones, Secondo has a reminder set in his calendar marking when you are supposed to take your shot or apply gel so he may remind you if it slips your mind

Same goes for if you bind. Has alarms and timers set that let him know when you have to take it off

Might leans a bit towards being rough when he insists you take it off even when you don’t want to, but he does what he can to alleviate as much of your discomfort as you can

Will have you lay down with a heavy pillow over your chest to mimic the pressure of your binder

Every morning Secondo will tell you that you are his handsome man

Terzo

If you’ve had top surgery, Terzo 100% could spend hours just tracing his fingers lightly over your scars

Also, if you are into it, will totally use the gold tipped gloves while doing so(I’m very much into it)

Will use any excuse to get you shirtless, whether it be with privacy or out in public. Terzo simply loves your chest

But, if you are uncomfortable he totally will be shirtless right beside you. Anyone gives you a weird look or makes a weird comment, Terzo is there in an instant stating they are simply just jealous of your masculinity 

No matter your shape or size, Terzo thinks you look divine and will remind you anytime

Spends hours helping you pick out clothing that makes you feel comfortable and accentuates your masculine features

If you wear a binder, you better believe Terzo will put one on whether it be to make you laugh or to make you feel supported 

Copia

This man... well he just gets it, completely understands the feeling of being unhappy with the body you are born in

But Copia always does his best to make sure you know how handsome you look, that you are just as much of a man as any other 

As long as it’s something you also want, Copia will recommend surgery after having his own plastic surgery 

Will even help make the calls and appointments if you have anxiety about it, and will attend each and every appointment with you

Loves to help administer your hormones, because he loves to feel that he is doing his all to support your transition

Similar to Secondo, he also keeps alarms on his phone so he knows when you need to take your hormones or remove your binder

Much more gentle when insisting you remove the binder, and as long as it isn’t frequent and if you are truly having a hard time, Copia will give you a bit of extra time before becoming even more firm with his insistence

Most mornings, Copia likes to start off by standing with you both looking into the mirror while he points out your most masculine features and giving them praise

Totally very proud whenever he gets to call you his boyfriend

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Ghost - Cardinal Copia x Listener SFW Cardinal Copia Tries To Comfort You

[M4A] [Listener left ambiguous - could be a human member of the church of a ghoul, but aren't a member of the band] [Comfort] [Reverse comfort] [TW rats]

So this silly man has been requested a lot. I'll confess, my favourite Papas are Terzo and Secondo, and while I like Copia I'm much more familiar with him in his early cardinal appearances in the web shorts Ghost made and not so familiar with how he acts as Papa IV so this audio is set during Copia's early days after being put as the new leader of the band and public face of the church. I just don't think I'd be able to accurately act in character for Papa IV Copia, but hope I did an okay job as the young Cardinal Copia. Also, I made him autistic-coded because I can. Please let me know if you think I did okay as him, if you want more of him, and if you think the listener should be a brother/sister of sin (I don't know if there's an official gender neutral phrase) or a Ghoul or if I should try and keep it ambiguous (though I don't know if that's possible).

I cannot claim to have made up the name Rigatoni for one of Copia's rats, I've seen multiple fanfics and posts on Tumblr that use that name and unsure who I should credit the name too, it seems a fairly popular headcannon in the fandom. I'm expanding it further that I'm headcannoning all his rats are named after types of pasta, or at least different food/dishes.

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

Softly Into The Night

PapaIV x Reader

sfw, comfort.

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The night was draped in a velvety darkness as you found yourself alone in Copia’s dimly lit chambers. The echoes of haunting melodies still resonate in your mind, the remnants of midnight mass that had been led by him this night. Despite the eerie ambiance, there was an undeniable allure to the quietude that surrounded you as you awaited the man himself.

Sitting at the edge of his large canopy bed lost in your thoughts, you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that tugged at your heart. The enigmatic Papa had captivated your soul with his hauntingly beautiful voice and mysterious presence long ago, before he even earned this role, for he had been the shy and silly Cardinal back then. There was a gentleness behind his full eyes, there always had been, and you had longed to offer him the comfort and love he may seek in his demanding role for the clergy.

Just as you were lost in these musings, a soft voice called out from behind you, accompanied by the soft creak of an opening door. "Il mio tesoro, there you are."

Startled yet delighted, you turned to find Papa, still dressed in his robes, his mismatched eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.

"Oh, Papa," you greeted, a warm smile gracing your features.

The embrace of silence was all-encompassing, and without the need for words he walked over to you, taking you into a big hug. His presence was always a comfort to you, as yours was to him. Since the first night you had shared his chambers he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, though you had no issue with it and even so he had checked many times, his longing to stay near you and touch you was all too strong; hugging you, kissing your temple every few minutes or just sitting, the smallest thing like your pinkies linked grounded him. He gave a deep, contented yet shaky sigh.

He was relaxed against you, but you could still feel the tension in his shoulders and back.

"Papa," you whispered softly, "You seem burdened. Is there anything I can do?"

For a moment, he hesitated, but the trust you had cultivated between you over these months encouraged him to more easily open up. "It is a heavy mantle I wear," he admitted. "The expectations, the darkness, it can be overwhelming at times. It's tiring."

In that moment, you knew what he needed—comfort, warmth, and the assurance that he was not alone in his struggles as long as he had you, and if all went to both your visions that would be forever. Without second thought you squeezed him a bit tighter to you, bringing one hand up to stroke through his graying hair.

To your delight, he leaned further into your gentle touch, his head now resting on your shoulder. The scent of incense and leather filled your senses, and you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

In the safety of your arms, hidden from prying eyes, Papa always allowed himself to let go, shedding the weight of his on-stage persona and revealing the vulnerability beneath. You caressed his back in soothing circles, assuring him that it was alright to seek solace and support.

"I've got you," you whispered, your words carrying the promise of unwavering love and kindness. He nuzzled closer, his grip on you tightening, as if to anchor himself to the warmth of your presence. The walls he had built around himself for the day crumbled, allowing you to glimpse the tender soul he kept hidden from the world.

For the rest of that night, you cuddled together on his bed, finding warmth in each other's arms. You mumbled stupid jokes to each other, told funny stories and had deep conversations until he shifted to lay his head on your chest, nuzzling into you while you gave a pleasant hum. His arms snaked tightly around you, and before long his soft, steady, melodic snores filled the quiet of the room as the tempting darkness of sleep washed soothing waves over his body.

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Taglist: @copias-girl @papasmicstand @lightbluuestars @random-bl-fan @sweatandwoe

A/N: Thank you lovely @lurancyvenom for proof reading this for me, give her a follow if you're not following her already cause you should!! Edit: AND thanks to her for the title!!

[ghostieboi1]

Lost Family Member

Copia x Male!Reader & Ghouls

Genre: SFW, angst, hurt, very little comfort

Summary: Copia and Male!Reader have been dating for a long time, the ghouls consider them parents even. The couple start talking seriously about settling down and even Copia retiring before he leaves for the last part of his tour, only to come back and have his dreams shattered.

Characters: Copia, Swiss, Sodo, Rain, Cirrus, Phantom, Aurora, Aether, Cumulus, Sunshine, Rain, Mountain, Phil (special guest for a special ghoul), Sister Imperator, Secondo, Terzo, Primo

Warnings: Death, major hurt, mentions of drugs that result in death, very little comfort, Sister Imperator and Phil (they deserve their own warnings for this one)

A/N: This one has been on my mind a bit because I wanted to write something sad but I'll admit, this kinda wasn't what I expected. This is also Sister Imperator's continuation of whatever her idea was with killing the three Emeritus brothers but taking it more personal, and I may have accidentally given her toxic mother in law vibes. I also cried while writing this so... GOOD LUCK!

Copia and you had been staying in bed all day, it was his short break in between doing his Europe tour and his USA tour. He didn't wanna do much and since most of his responsibilities were taken off his shoulders until the actual end of tour, he decided to just relax when he could.

You kept falling asleep and waking up randomly, your body had gotten plenty of enough sleep but the comfort both the bed and being cuddled by Copia made you sleepy. Neither of you got up other than using the bathroom or to get something to eat or drink, and neither of you planned on getting up today.

It was his last day before he had to catch a plan to head to the USA to finish up his tour, he wasn't gonna waste his time on something that demanded his attention and wanted his last day of break to be a relaxing one. He voiced his nervousness to you a few times, but that was all he would say when talking about the tour.

The day felt like it ended too soon as the night rolled in and Copia finally gave up on trying to stay awake and fell asleep for the night, you remained awake for a bit longer and cuddled him, hoping he'd sleep better so he was well rested enough to make his flight. Eventually, you fell asleep as well, your arms wrapped around his waist. You woke up the next day to an empty bed but a note was on Copia's pillow, you woke up a bit more before you read the note.

"Dear amore, I'm sorry we weren't able to say our farewells in person before I left but I couldn't disturb you when you were sleeping. As usual, I left behind one of my red jackets for you as you asked me to last time I went away. This tour will end up being a bit longer than last time but I assure you that I will be home eventually, and then we can start just being a family. All my love, Copia."

You couldn't help but smile while reading the letter, you sighed as you put the letter on your bedside table before deciding how you were going to spend your day today. Mostly you would either stay on yours and Copia's room doing whatever until he got back or you would go in about your day like normal, but since he was gonna be gone for a while, you could alternate between both.

The Ministry was very quiet without Copia and his ghouls, the Ministry was always a little bit quiet but it was eerily quiet without them. Copia always managed to call you after every ritual and check up on how you're doing, it was very sweet and sometimes he'd even fall asleep while on call. After a call with him after the LA show, you tried falling asleep.

Falling asleep without Copia was a bit hard for you, but you managed. You rolled over in your bed, now facing the door. Your eyes opened a bit and you saw a figure standing in the doorway, you didn't know who it was until the silhouette had a tail, now you knew it was a ghoul.

You didn't move, afraid to. The figure wasn't moving, just staring. You had always felt a bit vulnerable when Copia and the ghouls weren't around but now you really wished you had taken Copia's offer when he suggested that you join the tour with them.

The ghoul finally took a step closer, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. You tried to see if they were holding something but the darkness in the room made it hard to see anything, the lava lamp Copia bought giving very little light. You wanted to scream for help but you knew that sound didn't travel as fast as you would've needed it to in the Ministry and whoever this was would jump on you as soon as you made noise.

When the ghoul finally got close enough to you, you saw him holding a syringe. You didn't dare to question what was inside of it but you knew it wasn't good, that was when he tried to touch you. A small fight broke out between you two, you managed to knock the syringe out of his hand and it rolled away towards the bedroom door. The fight wasn't anything major other than you fighting for your life, you just needed to fend him off long enough for you to be able to run out of the room and to a dorm of siblings.

The ghoul managed to over-power you and someone rolled the syringe back to the ghoul, you weren't able to see them right away since you were panicking as the ghoul stuck the needle into your next and injected whatever liquid was in the syringe. The ghoul got off of you but you felt weak from both fighting and from whatever was just put into you.

You managed to roll onto your stomach and see who helped him, your eyes widened as Sister Imperator was ushering the ghoul out of the room. You tried to sit up but nothing was strong enough to keep you lifted long enough.

"Sister?" You managed to rasp out, catching her attention. "Why?"

She sighed before looking back at you. "I'm just doing what is best for the Clergy." Imperator simply stated before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Copia grew worried his last couple show nights, you weren't answering his calls or texts. His ghouls noticed this and when they found out why he was so anxious, they talked to Aether and Sunshine, they still lived in the Ministry despite Sister Imperator wanting them gone.

Sunshine confirmed that she hadn't seen you in a while but thought you were just taking the relaxing time to yourself. Aether admitted to thinking that originally too but said that when he passed Copia's room yesterday, it felt too quiet. The ghouls decided not to tell Copia about anything the other two told them because it would've made him more anxious and try to cancel the rest of the shows just so he could come back home and see what was wrong.

Finally, the flight back home felt way longer than necessary due to everyone's anxiety about you. Copia honestly didn't know what to expect but he just hoped that you were okay, at least enough so he could be with you until further notice. What all of them didn't know was that Aether's feelings about this intensified and needed to know the answers, so on the day of their arrival, Aether went to Copia's room.

Upon initial arrival, Aether didn't notice anything that gave him info on your status. He gently knocked on the door, waiting for you to respond. When nothing came, he knocked again.

"Hey, it's Aether. You doing okay in there? Copia and the ghouls are coming back today." Aether called out, waiting for anything.

Nothing.

Aether gathered up the courage to open the door, he peeked inside the room before he noticed you on the ground, motionless. His heart dropped and he immediately was by your side, he shook your body and repeated your name, trying to get you to wake up. Finally he gave up and picked you up before bolting to the hospital wing, his mind was trying to think the worst but all he wanted to focus on right now was making sure you were okay.

Sunshine had sent him a text shortly after the doctors took you away, asking if everything was okay. Aether responded simply by texting.

"Wait by the main door. When they get here, lead them to the hospital wing."

Sunshine decided not to question and followed Aether's instructions, she ran the the main door and waited impatiently for the others to show up. When Copia and the other ghouls finally got there, she quickly told them all to just leave their luggage and to follow her. It was about you.

That was all that it took for Copia to follow very closely behind Sunshine, hoping his greatest fear didn't come true. Aether was pacing the waiting room and talked with them for a bit, telling all of them what he saw before a doctor came up to them.

"Is he okay?" Copia asked, his voice trembling a bit.

The doctor hesitated to respond, seeing as this was tearing all of them up inside. Finally he sighed before saying, "I'm sorry."

That was all it took for all of them. No one could help the tears that spilled out from their eyes. Copia was the first one to gather himself enough to further ask questions.

"What was the cause?" Copia asked, his voice laced in pain.

"We still don't know yet. We'll have to do an autopsy to pinpoint what it was." Silence was met with the doctor's answer. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

The doctor left, all of them had tears staining their faces. After a brief moment of silence, Sister Imperator walked into the hospital wing and saw them all standing there. She decided to wait until Copia came crawling to her to even touch the topic of your death, she quietly and quickly left the area and retreated back to her office.

The Saltarian, however, noticed this and decided to help them settle back home. He carried all their luggage back to their rooms without complaining and even showed some sympathy to Copia.

It wasn't even a full day since they got back and everyone was quiet, word spread throughout the Ministry and now everyone knew. You had been a part of a lot of peoples lives in the Ministry and you were well loved by everyone, some even claimed to say they wished you were their guardian of sorts. All of these words of mourn and condolences flooded Copia's and the ghouls' ears, they were the closest to you after-all.

Copia talked sternly about having a proper funeral for you with Sister Imperator, who originally believed you didn't need one. As soon as Copia was allowed to hold the funeral, he set everything up. When it came to knowing who you were both as a Brother of Sin and who you were prior to the Ministry, Copia knew everything. He spent hours picking photos you would've wanted on display for the funeral and picked all the flowers out, remembering the specific flower you liked. Ironically, Primo's old garden, that's now taken care of by Mountain, had just enough of the right flowers for this event.

The day of the funeral finally came, no one had a dry eye. Copia tried his best not to cry too much since he needed to be semi-professional and because he didn't want to smudge his Papal paints. Copia had hoped the first time he'd hold something for you within the church would be yours and his wedding, not your funeral. All the ghouls didn't wear their masks, it was a well known secret you had that you preferred the ghouls maskless and they wanted to keep to your wishes.

Sister Imperator didn't show up, but Copia didn't care. She had started becoming bitter to you once you and Copia started talking about marriage, this pissed Copia off beyond anyone's expectations. A short piano version of the song "Life Eternal" was played by Cumulus, she gently hit some wrong notes by accident but it didn't take a rocket scientist to simply glance over and see her eyes filled with tears.

Copia did the first speech, he had two, one as Papa Emeritus IV and one as Copia Emeritus. Some ghouls and some siblings held some speeches as well, Swiss' ended up being the second most gut punching speech besides Copia's. Swiss basically saw you as a parent, that you and Copia were his dads. Most of the other ghouls felt that way too but Swiss spent more time around you, he was clearly in pain by your untimely death.

It was one of your wishes to be cremated when you died, no one knew it would happen so soon but they all agreed to give you what you wanted. The funeral ended and then you were taken away to become ash, everyone mostly just went into their rooms to let out the rest of their feelings or to break the barrier that held during the whole event. At least, that's what all the ghouls did.

Swiss screamed into his pillow, Sodo almost broke his desk, Rain drew a bath for himself and refused to leave it, Mountain curled himself up into a ball and couldn't stop crying, Cirrus felt too numb to do anything, Cumulus kept being reminded of you.

The new ghouls, Phantom and Aurora didn't know how to handle these strong emotions. Phantom went to Aether for help, to which Aether calmed him down and said, "Sometimes it's okay to just feel things and not talk." Aether then proceeded to hold Phantom through the night. Aurora went to Sunshine, she couldn't talk but couldn't control her sobbing. All she was able to get out was, "I miss him." Sunshine broke down with Aurora and they just held each other.

Copia wasn't handling this any better. By now, he's gone through almost all the stages of grief but now his stuck on acceptance. He still didn't know the cause of your death, until two days after your funeral, the autopsy report was sent to him via email. You were drugged... just like his brothers.

After printing out the email, Copia marched his way to Sister Imperator's room. He barged into her office and demanded answers, she questioned why he went after her first, to which he laid down plenty of explanations that were all valid. Before she could ask anything else, he slammed the printed paper down in front of her and demanded to know what was happening. She remained silent for a bit before say how her intentions were good, causing Copia to laugh like he was losing his mind.

"What makes you think killing has good intention?!" Copia shouted, his eyes boring into Imperator's.

"We shouldn't be fighting over this." Imperator tried to excuse, but Copia wasn't having it.

"No! I want to know what the fuck happened to him while I was gone!" Copia demanded, this was the only time she's ever seen him get this mad.

"I just wanted you to continue the bloodline." Imperator admitted, she knew that he wasn't going to take this well.

Copia went silent, letting what she just said sink you. "You killed him in hopes I'd fuck around with a girl like my father?!" Copia asked, his voice starting soft but got louder at the end.

"Not exactly!" Imperator tried to justify, but to no avail.

"That was why you hated him! Hate to break it to you, but I was going to do the responsible thing and lay low and start an actual family with him. Maybe then I would've been able to do something I was proud of, not something I was forced to do." Copia explained, his heart completely shattering.

Imperator was at a loss for words, she knew that if word got out, she'd be hunted like a monster by the whole church. After Copia asked if she had anything else to fess up to and no response from Imperator, he left. He went back to his room and let everything go, all his rage, all his pain, and even his faith. The ghouls heard to commotion and went to check on him after it died down.

They found him sitting on his bed, his head in his hands as the room looked like a tornado just went through it. Swiss was the first to his side, making sure he didn't physically hurt himself both on accident or on purpose. Aether asked what was wrong and Copia explained, not holding the truth back. Now all the ghouls hated Imperator, and when the ghouls hated you, they didn't hide it.

"I need to speak with him." You said urgently, not paying any mind to the alive people around you.

"He already knows." Secondo's voice booms in the halls, louder than you expected.

You froze, tears brimming your eyes. Since your death, the three brothers have been helping you adjust. They had been here all this time but no one could see them, their coffins had been warded so their ghosts couldn't be seen. Your vase or box must've been similarly warded.

"Besides, regardless of what you do, nothing will work. We've all tried communicating with him." Terzo added, he had been one of the first dead Papa's to try and reconnect to the living.

"This isn't fair." You muttered, now staring at your hands that were a light shade of blue and a bit see through.

"Nothing will ever be fair—" Primo tried to comfort, but it didn't work.

"No, you don't understand. We were going to get married after he got back. He promised me, he even bought a ring when he was in America, he showed me one that he was thinking about." You explained, the tears left your eyes but didn't go anywhere else.

The three all looked saddened by this, silence filled the room you were in. They had overheard from the afterlife that you and Copia were talking about settling down but they weren't aware that plans had been set in stone.

"I at least have to see him, I need to know he's okay." You muttered, all three of them quickly glanced at each other before nodding.

"You can stay next to him for as long as you need to, he won't know you're there, but if you're lucky enough, he might feel your presence." Terzo explained, he wanted to give you as much information about being a ghost as he could.

You thanked them before running to try and find him, you figured he'd be in his bedroom, and he was. He was now laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. He laid on his side, almost as if expecting you to be beside him. You started to slowly approach him, not sure what to do. Copia reached into his pocket and pulled out a box, the engagement ring he bought inside it. You sighed a bit before getting in bed beside him, you hesitated cuddling into him but decided to say fuck it and go for it.

Copia tensed before he relaxed and huffed a laugh. "Hello, amore." Copia muttered, he knew you were there.

You stared at him in shock before chuckling to yourself and resting your head on his shoulder again. "Hey, handsome."

[lunarbreaksblog]

Halloween

Cardinal Copia X Male!Reader smut

18+

Ever since Copia become Papa Emeritus IV, the office that he worked at previously had become empty. Only you remained in the office. While it was know that Papa would do the masses, the Cardinals were to do admin and daily incarnations for the dark lord.

You missed Copia. Missed his anxious self with how his hands seem to also tremble. You hate being lonely. The clergy would soon pair you up with another Cardinal so the office space wouldn't be wasted.

You didn't want another Cardinal.

You wanted Copia.

You groaned as your head fell into the pile of paperwork before you. You felt tired. However, just thinking of Papa made you warm.

You remember how he was when you first coupled together. How afraid he was, how lonely he seemed and how you seemed to just connect to him. You remember his moans as you rocked into him. How his hands gripped your shoulders, leaving scratches that you loved.

That man, that you made come twice, was crowd Papa the next day. The suprise you felt when he told you in the morning that he had to go get ready. You'd just bedded Papa Emeritus IV.

It made you hard right now, knowing that you were Papa's first, that would change now since Papa would surely have so many more bed fellows.

That made you even harder.

Your cock struggled against your tightening dress pants. It took a bit but you managed to free your length from the confines of your clothing.

Your cock throbbed in the cold air, you let your hand work its way to your cock. Engulfing it in a tight squeeze. You liked being rough with yourself. You glanced at the door to your office.

Your desk blocked the view of you cock if someone were to walk in. You imagine that Papa would walk in, he might be higher in ranking but you knew he'd bend to your whims.

You'd imagine that he would come in, anxious as always, eyes looking everywhere but you.

You knew that you intimidated him.

It only made you harder.

He would come to you, to talk of course. Nothing else. But you knew he'd be thinking about you filling him up again.

You spat in your hand to make your cock easy to glide. You had a piercing on your length, right on your tip, in the urethra of your cock.

You knew that the piercing made Copia scream in ecstasy as you would thrust into him, roughly. His smooth walls clenching around your length.

That made you rub yourself faster.

Soon, you feel yourself tense as you neared your climax. You imagine that you came in Copia again, filling the whore up to the brim.

In reality you just got semen on your paperwork.

"Fuck!" You groaned at the mess.

[gasolineghuleh]

Which Papa is most likely to let me keep their hoodie that I "borrowed"?

Copia looks down at you, smiling gently as you peek out from underneath the red hood of his coat. It hangs loose and large on you, and the zipper jangles against the middle of your thigh, clearly meant for a bigger man. When you return his smile, beaming toothily up at him, he reaches down and pats your head, resisting the urge to ruffle your hair under the hood.

"Glad to see you are comfortable, caro... You little rat." He turns the soft barb into a joke, flexing his gloves fingers to indicate little thieving hands. "This is the third you've taken from me! I'm running the Abbey coffers dry on coats."

"I can't help it if they smell like you." You shrug and the zipper jingles loudly with the movement, your hands twisting deep into the pockets to flap the open sides of the coat-- you feel very much like a protected child when you're hidden in the folds in his coats, but it's not something you'll admit. Not out loud, at least.

"Then return that one when it smells like you, and I'll stink it up again." Copia shrugs with a slanted smile, equal parts actual annoyance and fondness. You reach up and make a show of putting your arms on his shoulders, resting your forearms on him before you step closer. "Needy, needy."

"Only for you, Papa." He flushes under the new paint before he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead and pull you close to him.

[sinclqir]

first greeting pt 2

warnings/ nsfw, edging, slight angst

the next day copia woke up from his luxurious bed. he yawns while he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. all he can think about is what you’re gonna do to him today.

meanwhile you woke up earlier today, having to gripe at terzo for how much he is spending while he is on tour. you’re a fairly chill person, but you’re stern. terzo is….terzo. he takes nothing seriously, and it fucking irritates you. he always assumes you’re joking whenever you scold him. he’ll be chuckling, smiling, having a good laugh, while you’re practically fuming.

“terzo. are you listening to me?” you ask through gritted teeth. “hmm?! what was that sorella? the music is so loud here!” he was at a club, spending way too much. “terzo! will you just fucking listen for once!?” you begin to pace around your office, gripping your phone.

sister gave copia paperwork so he could deliver it to you. he was practically sweating bullets, nervous yet very excited on what you would say. he approaches your door and holds up one of his fists to knock, before he does he hears you basically growl. his heart beats faster in his chest, heat rising through him. he decides to go through with it and gave your door a firm knock.

you groan and ask, “what!?” copias breath hitches, “uh…it’s…i-it’s me sorella… i have something to give you…” his voice is small. you wanted to feel bad at yelling at him but terzo kept pushing your buttons. you stride to the door and open it, turning around again. you sit down on your office chair and gesture for copia to sit in-front of you. the cardinal scurries to sit down and sets the paperwork on your desk.

“if you don’t stop spending all this fucking money, i will make sure that the hotel you will be staying at will be the shittiest place you’ll ever be.” copia watches you intently. “oh cmon sorella, you wouldn’t- no let me rephrase that, you can’t.” you could practically hear his smirk through the phone. your breathing quickened. “yes i will. are you trying to test me here?” copia could hear terzo even though the phone wasn’t on speaker. “you can’t speak to me like that, i’ll have you fired before you can even blink.” copias eyes widened at his brothers words. “terzo. i have been trying to be civil, but if you give me no respect, i will never give you any.” terzo laughed, “i’m done with this conversation.” terzo hung up.

you could feel your blood boiling, your jaw tightening, your breathing quickening. you abruptly stood up and slammed your phone against the wall, shaking in anger. copia felt out of place, awkwardly looking at you. you regain your composure, “i’m sorry you had to hear that cardinal, he can be very irritating at times.” you laughed bitterly. “anyway, what’s this paperwork that sister gave me?” copia snapped out of his trance. “it’s terzos expenses….” he felt nervous to say it. you sat back down in your chair. “what a beautiful coincidence.” you reached for the paperwork. “you seem very tense sorella…” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, “really? didn’t notice.” you immediately regretted your words, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean for that to be that rude. i’ve been very stressed as of recently.”

“would you like a shoulder massage?” copia asked timidly. you smirked, look up at him from your paperwork. “hmm…that actually sounds nice.” his eyes seemed to have lit up. he gets out of his chair and walks over to you. he stops behind you and nervously sets his hands on your shoulders. he starts kneading at the knots in your shoulders. you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh. he felt happy that he could give you a little bit of relaxation.

he kept kneading, slowly going harder. a moan slipped out of your mouth. copias movements stop for a moment before continuing. your body shuddered, and when copia felt that ,his pants started to tighten.

it started getting to a point where copia felt like he couldn’t handle it anymore. it had only been about 5 minutes and he was rock hard, trying to subtly grind into the back of your chair. you felt him against the chair, pushing up against it, then pulling back. you immediately knew what he was doing.

“you’re so good at this…” you basically moaned out. you could feel his hands stop their movements before shakily continuing. “grazie…”

you started over dramatizing how good it felt. you praised him, telling him he’s so good, so good to you. every praise made his hands shake even more. you put one of your hands over his and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, “what’s wrong? you’re hands are so shaky…” your voice was like honey, it drove him crazy. “n-nothing sorella!” he stuttered.

“come here. stand in front of me.” you let go of his hands. his eyes widen and his hands clasped in front of his bulge. you rolled your chair back, giving him room. copia stood in front of you, standing straight. he stayed silent.

“put your hands behind you.”

he slowly put his hands behind his back. he looked down to see if you would notice his erection, and oh yes you could. you smirked and looked up at him. you ran one of your hands lightly up his thigh. his breath hitched. “w-what are y- oh!” his sentence was cut off as your hand met his bulge. “un fottuto pervertito…” he bit his lip, trying to keep his moans. “take off your cassock.” you rolled your chair back further. he started to nervously unbutton his black cassock. occasionally he would look at you. once he finished he slipped it off his shoulders and set it on the desk. “may i ask you something?” he looks up immediately, “si….of course…” you rolled your chair closer, your feet meeting his.

“how does it feel?” he watches your every move with wide eyes. “what do you mean?” he asked. “how does it feel to be un vecchio sporco?” he looked away, ashamed. you rested your hands on his thighs. “how does it feel to be a complete pervert?” arousal pooled in his stomach. “barely touched me for 5 minutes and you’re throbbing..” your words made him audibly whimper. “do you want me to touch you?”

he nodded frantically. “do you think you deserve it?” he nodded again. you smiled seductively and started unbuttoning his pants. his breath quickened when you started to pull down his pants and underwear. his dick sprang free, it was already dripping with precum. copia let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he felt the cold air hit him. you gawked at his large size, you knew he was big but you didn’t expect THAT big. (monster ghock) you wrapped your hand around the base of his ghock (okay im done) and slowly started stroking him.

his face looked so cute like this, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack, heavy breathing. his whimpers drove you absolutely crazy. you began to grip him a little tighter, squeezing harder when you meet his tip. copia felt like he was on cloud nine, it didn’t feel real. you brought your mouth to his tip and licked his slit. his eyes snapped down. he whined so loud it was almost ear splitting. you kept teasingly licking at his tip as you stroked him. copia fely his orgasm coming close.

“i’m…i’m close…” he shuts his eyes closed and grips the table harder. before he can reach his climax, you pull off of him. “wait! i-i wasn’t finished!” copia whines. you look up at him with a mischievous grin. “i have to get to work.” copias face reddens as he heavy breathes. “b-but i was good! i did what i was asked!” he looked as if he was about to cry. “meet me at my chambers at 12:00 tonight, we’ll continue where we left off. but in the meantime, i need to get to work so if you’ll just…” you gestured for him to move.

copia hurriedly pulled up his pants and got out of your way. after he finished putting on his cassock, he left your office. he could feel his dick throb in his pants as he tried to speed his way to his room. once he reached it, he entered and locked his door. all that could be heard was his whining and whimpering, and him occasionally calling out your name.

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sorry for the wait, i’ve been busy. i’ve also made a new tiktok @sinclqirr , i edit 👍

[vanaglori-ah]

uniform fitting

“how does it look?”

“good...it looks...great. definitely fits great.”

“really now?”

your heart rate picks up rapidly as he closes the distance between you two. his mismatched eyes stare deep into yours. it felt like he was looking deep into your soul. like you were being ciriced.

your back hits the wall and his body cages you in. but you like the proximity and you like feeling his body heat against yours. you like him, copia, papa emeritus iv. and you liked this baseball uniform.

enough to want to take it off from his body.

he leans forward, lips meeting yours. the kiss is fervent and it feels hungry, as if he’s desperate to taste your lips. you reciprocate, matching the rhythm, hands going to his shoulders and stroking the fabric of his jersey. a gasp escapes from you as you feel his knee against your crotch. you feel the heat begin to build in your body and your fingers dig into his shoulders.

copia pulls away and he lets out a slight, deep laugh. it reverberates from his chest and makes you shiver in delight.

“be careful not to ruin the fabric.”

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

“yeah, I like that”

A/n: this is inspired by a tiktok I found and I hope the link actually works. also, first time making this so enjoy. Also you’re a fallen angel so yeah

(tiktok got taken down��)

Copia “Papa IV” x Male reader

warnings: slight nsfw, slight choking, and uhhh i think thats it?

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You gripped your instrument as you watched Copia. He was really enjoying himself. I guess Mummy Dust really does something to him, huh?

He kept thrusting and you growled watching him.

He knew you were watching him. He could feel your glare from across the stage. Copia was purposefully ignoring you and going to every other ghoul, and casually walking pass you.

But, you had a plan.

You look up to see him up in front of you on the plate form during the beginning of Ciruss’ solo. He jokingly swats at the fog and dances his way over to the ghouls to the left. You watch with predatory eyes and stalk behind him. The crowd screams as he starts singing again.

You slowly creep behind him as he continues to tap to the beat on stage and goes into the perfect position.

He thrusts forward on beat as you appear behind him. “In. thrust God. thrust We. thrust truusst~” He tensed, but continued. He knew you were stalking behind him.

The people of New York continued screaming, it egged you on even more.

You were well known on stage. Being nicknamed the fallen angel as you were, quite literally, the “fallen angel”. Being here since primos time.

Having to serve every Papa there was. Seestor assigned you to be their personal assistant, because of your powers, you appeared before them at any time. It was aggravating, but you deal with it.

But once Cardinal Copia appeared, everything changed. You fell hard. As did he. You went through everything together and watched him become Papa IV.

You two were known as the “lovers on stage”, always make gestures toward each other, Copia announcing you, but never really ‘intimately’ touching each other.

But in this moment, you didn’t care anymore and pushed your body to his. He felt you through your pants as you covered it up behind him from the crowd. He smirked.

“My mummy dust,” he pushed against you.

“Dust~” Copia slowly bent forward, moving with the word, as he put his hand on his thigh. He gripped the mic, knowing exactly what he was doing. His ass perfectly against your hips. Everyone in the ritual screams at what was happening.

“My mummy dust, in god you trust~!” Copia slowly rolling. You grunted and tried to contain yourself to not thrust forward into him.

“My mummy dust!” He kept going. Going left and right, swaying his hips. He slid his hand up and down his thigh, stroking it. Turning his head to look at you, he smirked seeing your hunger filled gaze on him as you made eye contact

He suddenly stuck his ass out even more, pushing against you.

“Dust~!” You felt yourself rock slowly, throwing your head back, the crowd screams louder than usual, thinking it’s just for them and staged.

He straightened his back, ass still barely on your hips but grazing you through your tight pants.

“Sing it!” He threw his hand to the crowd, gesturing them and put his mic to the side.

As the crowd screamed “In god we trust!” Confetti shoots out, covering you guys.

You slotted your head next to his, drowning in his arousal. “Did you like that?” He asked as he dropped the back of his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I like that,” and brought your hand up to his throat. You growled, “but fuck are you’re in trouble tonight.” He leaned back even more, grinding on you and made eye contact, giving you those eyes.

The eyes where he begs to be fucked ruthlessly into the bed, face shoved into the sheets and ass up, gripping the sheets. Whining as you torture him slowly but soon giving what he wants. Fucking him senseless.

You let go and continue on, desperately trying to cover yourself up with your instrument as you played your own solo which was at the end.

“My mummy dust!” He continued on and tried to keep it in his pants as he watched you walk off.

He finished the song with hands up and pointed to the sky.

As the night went on, it was continuous teasing, barely any words but lust was filled and the ghouls noticed it. They knew if they got to close to Papa, they’d most likely be on a stick because of how strong your scent and arousal was now. Feeling the aura swirl in the air made them dizzy.

They knew what Papa was going to have to deal with tonight. And they were going to have to hear it. They groaned and rolled their eyes at the thought.

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Note: you can take that last line any way you want to;)

[draped1ncerecloth]

Copia x male reader

Tw: Copia x male reader (pronouns not really specified) Blowjob, relationship, power dynamics. Sub copia, Dom reader.

( Small little authors note before I start. I will admit I do not fully know the ghost lore so like if I messed up anything just smile and nod! I didn’t proof read cuz it got too long and I’m lazy. )

Copia recently being appointed papa emeritus 4, brings new attention to his change in attitude and strict management among the church. Copia growing more and more stern by the day has you questioning what was going on. He was your partner after all, what worse would happen?

Shaking your head, you quickly shuffled away to complete the remaining work for the day and once the evening rolls around, you go to track down your papa to have a proper conversation about the bubbling concerns and irritation.

The small tapping of the flats of your shoes can be heard as you rush down the corridors. Heart rate increasing as you near the ending. Where you know for sure your precious papa would be locked away in for hours if you do not do your normal convincing to drag him out. Wrapping your hands into a loose first, you tap your knuckles against the grand wooden door. Awaiting a response, you here a sigh and then copias raspy voice from the other end. “Come in.” Annoyance laced within his voice. Taking the invitation, you push your way into the office, where your papa sits, pen in hand, stacks of papers on both sides and disheveled hair. He looks tired. Exhausted and completely burnt out.

The small ache within your stomach churning as your nerves fire up. Why am I feeling so nervous? It’s just my sweet copia? There should be no reason to feel so on edge at the moment. Lost in thought, you don’t notice you are staring until copia finally looks up from his papers with a sigh until his eyes adjust upon yours. The flash of the white that lay on his eye, a symbol of Him. Symbol of dedication and honor. It strikes you hard and you blink away the nerves. A weakened smile spreads across his face as he watches you smile. The breathe you had no idea you were clenching onto, released with one exhale. Letting loose, you shut the office door behind you and fully step into the room.

Copia straights himself and places the pen down. Looks at you with full attention and the exhausted expression that once lay on his beautiful painted face, completely erased. “Tesoro! What brings you here?” His expression never changes as his loving gaze burns your skin. The familiar flush of list for him rising slow and low within your core as you look over his face and body. His hair reminding you of a familiar image you see ever other time you get him in your hands. “Copia. We need to talk.”

In an instant, copias smile fades into a look of concern at the formality laced within your words. Normally you would call him pet names, as he would you when greeting one another. What was with this sudden change? “Amore mio, do not address me with such a ton like that. I am papa and you should understand to have respect when addressing me now.” This statement from copia, alarmed you. Taken back by the tone of his voice, you stare at him with a disturbed look. Copia sighs, making the air in the room grow heavier as if the walls are closing in on you and in order to cut through the silence you start your statement with a sigh almost matching your papas. “Papa…we need to talk.” His eyes softened at the title and looked through yours. “And what will this talk be?” His eyes remain on yours. “The siblings among the church have been talking. They have said you have changed papa. I have not noticed much, but you have become cold. Colder than our loving dark lord, and I cannot stand to hear this anymore. Papa-“ he cuts you off with the raise of his hand. “You don’t understand eh? I am papa. I have responsibilities and an image to uphold.” Taken back by his response your blood begins to boil. What image? What responsibilities require being so stern with the clergy?

Slamming your hands on his desk, copia jumps at the sudden aggression. “What is this eh?!” Copia goes to stand up and you straighten yourself, standing taller than him before he fully stands. “This is me telling you what is going on within the church that you are missing Copia.” His name leaves your mouth quicker than you can catch it, nearly tripping over yourself to catch it before it falls into his ears that already caught the name. “I told you not to call me that name any longer, (Y/N)!” Copia finally fully stands, the temperature of the room rising as you both enter your nearing very first screaming match with your lover. Frustration and annoyance both laced within your glares, exhaustion coating your bodies in a thin layer.

“I will call you that name. You are Cardinal Copia to me and nothing is going to change that! You will always be my cardinal, and if you think for a second that this new title and role you have been blessed with will change how I talk to you, you are mistaken!” The scrunch of your nose and brow plastered over your face, almost causing a dull ache to form. “Aye, this is not how I am to be treated, I am papa-“ cutting Copia off, your grab the collar of his robe and pull him close to your face. “You might be papa now, but you know damn well who the fuck you are when you are with me. Don’t make me remind you Copia. You might have the eye of Him, but you fucking belong to me and will show ME respect when I address you.”

Copia bites his lip in response to the change in demeanor, his knees nearly buckle at the rough tugging of his collar. And without a warning, your lips are against his. His lips melt against your own, becoming one with another as your lust forms in a greedy fight for dominance over one another. Snaking your hand behind Copia’s neck, you run your fingers through the base of his hair then tug at his hair, forcing his head back. He lets out a soft groan, which you didn’t know if it was from the pain of pulling his hair or pleasure because knowing him, he caves in at a good, strong, dominant hand. As you pry him off of you, you cock your eyebrow with a small smirk forming on your lips as you see him already disheveled and panting from one heated kiss. Knowing him, he was always yearning for more from you and with that, you look down and see a very prominent bulge showing through the decorative robe. In an instant, Copia has your lips locked again in a needy lustful haze washes over the both of you. In a swift motion, the once cluttered desk has its possessions pushed off to the side were a few stray items fallen onto the floor without care. “vieni da me, mia cara.” His voice soothing you as your once rage filled lust soon replaced with nothing but admiration and love. Your hands wander his shoulders as you both melt into each other’s grasp upon the grand wooden desk.

Your hand still rests in his hair as the other slides down his hip, directing him along the desk. Moving him over to your and pulling him against you, it isn’t until the sharp pain within your lungs tells you to pull away for air. Pulling his hair back, he lets out a whine from the absence of your lips on his. In order to make up for this, you bite down onto his neck, marking him in his sensitive areas that have him panting and begging incoherent words. His body tenses against you as you claim his neck and a low moan slips through his mouth. Shuffling with your clothes, you instruct him to strip himself of his papa robe. Giving him one last kiss before stand over him to strip your own self of your confinements. It isn’t until you grab ahold of your boxers, you begin to feel the straining of your own arousal. You feel his eyes eyeballing your once he takes off his clothes, motioning for him to get on the floor in front your waist. To your surprise, Copia quickly gets on his knees in front of you. His once gloved hands wander your thighs and lower hips as he looks up at you, the ever so familiar face giving you the butterflies you got when you first laid eyes on him. This time his papa makeup and white eye being the only difference between the past and present memories.

Taking your hand, you run in through his hair and he leans into it, closing his eyes and taking in the smell of your arousal and scent. “Papa.” You start, and he looks up at you. “I want you to use your mouth. This will be your first punishment you get from me as papa emeritus. You will take it and be thankful.” Your fingers threaten to yank his hair back as he watches you. Eyes intensely staring you down as you fight for dominance once more. “ascolto mia cara. I take any punishment you see fit, for you, yes.” His posture swaying back and forth as his erection stands proudly against his stomach. His tip leaking yet he dare not touch without your full permission. “Good. You have been bad papa. Arrogance is the only thing you have proven once you where gifted this eye of yours. I think, I’m order to makeup for the harshness of your actions, you put your own needs aside and truly serve your purpose as papa. Take care of your siblings, sí?” Mocking his tone, you push your hips close to his mouth. Your cock touching where his white eye lay and the bridge of his nose rests. You hiss as he licks along the underside of it, letting out a shuttered breath when he reaches the tip. Copia listens to your breath and how it gets caught when he runs along the soft veins and skin, using his hand at the base to provide some relief by small pumps and squeezing. Pushing his head down further, you watch him take more of your dick into his mouth, watching his own twitch between his legs. “Since, you are being so generous with your mouth, you should be able to use your hand for your own pleasure, papa.” Copia moans on your dick, sending vibrations through you and nearly shaking you to your core. You stop him from moving his head and begin to thrust slow deep thrusts into his mouth, being careful as to not hit to hard and force him to gag more than he was already lightly doing against your dick. You watched as his hand followed your own movements and when you pushed deeper, copias hips twitched. When you pulled outs he slid his hand all the way to the top, precum already running down his hand and drool running down his chin. His eyes began to water and with one more deeper thrust he was gagging on you. The pleasure from his throat tightening against you and the vibrations from his gagging had you pushing deeper and faster down his throat. “Fuck.” Was all you managed to get out before you had to pull him off your dick with a pop and soft groan. You rub his head, watching his papa paint slightly smeared and his eyes began to water.

While you recollected yourself, Copia ran his fingers up your thighs and onto your hips, whimpers escaping his lips as he felt you against his hands. Grabbing ahold of his head, you guided him back down onto your cock and he willing opened his mouth for you. His hot breath hitting your tip, making you twitch in excitement. His wet tongue meeting your tip as his slide you down his own throat. You moaned and let go of his hair as he held onto your thighs. He looked up at you with lust hazed eyes as you tried your best to grind into his mouth. Copia’s papa paint now smeared all over your groin and his own face, tears spilling down his face along with drool. “You are doing well, just, a little more.” You rested your hand on his head as you threw your head back, bucking into his mouth. You could feel how close you are, Copia and his greedy mouth swallowing more and more of you. It isn’t until your twitching and gasping that you realize you came. Your vision blurred as you held your against the desk.

After cleaning him and yourself up, you smiled as his voice came out in a raspy tone. “Perhaps I have been a little strict on everyone. Eh?” You sighed with content and pulled him closer to you, kissing him quickly. “I love you, Papa.”

[dantesunbreaker]

All Eyes on Me (NSFW: Papa Emeritus IV x Transmale Reader)

As a transmasc person with major chest dysphoria, even after top surgery, I struggle with being exposed to anyone in an intimate way! So if anyone else feels the same, this is for you! That being said this could also be read as being pre top surgery.

You and Copia have been together for a few months, but something keeps holding you back from taking the relationship to the next level. But don't worry, Papa is there to put all your fears to rest. (5.7K Words)

As you check the time once more, tired of waiting, you almost consider deciding to just call the night in early. It was a night of grand ceremonious celebration. All in honor of Papa Emeritus IV,  the former Cardinal Copia. Your sweet, lovable Copia. The very Copia that with reassurance in the form of a peck on the lips sent you off to his chambers with the vow to be there to join you shortly. Promises of a night of relaxation, watching Netflix or playing video games in each other's company. That was two hours ago.

Of course you can’t really say this is exactly unexpected. Copia, despite all his quirky charm, is and always will be a horrible judge of time. Knowing you would have plenty of time to kill, your first move upon entering the Papal suite was to take advantage of Copia’s luxurious tub. Frilly soaps and oils included. Sure, you know that if you were to ask, Copia would gladly let you make use of the tub anytime you so desired. But it was far more thrilling to feel that you were getting away with something secret. 

After the water had lost its relaxing heat, you pulled the plug to let the water drain and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around yourself before making your way to the wardrobe. Though your relationship with Copia was fairly fresh, around only four months or so, you already spent more of your time in his suite than in your own quarters. You have two drawers in the dresser dedicated completely for your clothing. Which is where you pull fresh undergarments and clothes from. A pair of well worn gray sweats and an oversized shirt that hangs just past your hips. Cozy. Comfortable.

That all accounted for the first hour spent in wait. For your next portion of time you took to the cages in the far corner of the room. Copia’s sweet and precious little babies. You could say you probably love those rats just as much as Copia. It is your favorite nightly routine to feed the little pack, taking each of them out for their own little cuddle session. Though, you hate to admit, you always give special attention to your own personal baby. 

Copia had come to your room one day, hands behind his back as he nervously shifted from foot to foot before thrusting a chunky siamese rat out towards you. I saw this little friend and thought of you and...I thought maybe you might like a little critter friend of your own? You always chuckle at the memory of Copia’s stammering, even as you took your child from his hands. And ever since, you’ve had your sweet little Gouda.

But once the rats are fed, after Gouda has fallen asleep on your chest, you give him one last gentle pat on the head before returning him to his hammock. You are restless. Officially out of productive tasks to occupy the time. And thus you find yourself plopped unceremoniously on the couch scrolling through your phone, constantly checking the time. How much longer does Papa need to entertain guests? But just as you rise from the couch, giving up to retreat to the bed, you hear the subtle click of the door opening.

“Amore?” The soft hum of Copia’s voice has you leaping across the floor just as the door swings open enough for him to step through. 

Not even two seconds pass as the door shuts before you are throwing yourself straight into Copia’s chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around you at the impact. Though you have slightly knocked the wind out of him, Copia gives a warm laugh before leaning in to greet you with a kiss.

A soft pop sounds off as you break apart. “Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Copia gives a sheepish smile, gazing down into your eyes in a silent plea for forgiveness.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” 

Visible tension seems to instantly drop off Copia’s shoulders as he gives a sigh, eyes closing as he presses his forehead against yours. Adoration warms your heart as you slide your hands under his sparkling golden jacket, slowly pushing it off his shoulders. Space is made between you, Copia watching you with a fond smile as you take the expensive coat to hang it back inside the wardrobe with the others. When you turn back around, Copia is unbuttoning his vest with his back to you.

You wrap your arms around Copia’s middle, hands splayed across his soft tummy as you press your face against his back. With a warm laugh, Copia turns in your arms to capture your lips in a heated kiss that leaves you melting. Paint is surely transferring from his lips to yours, but you can hardly find it in yourself to care. Especially not when Copia pushes forward, backing you both up until your back hits the wall with a dull thud. Gloved hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. But they don’t stay there long. Instead Copia’s hands travel down the length of your body, hooking around you and pulling you flush against him. Your hips grind together in a way that has you panting against his mouth whenever you part for breath, heart beating faster with excitement. In all the months together, you and Copia had never gotten past this point. You want this. You want him. But... Something always stops you.

Really, you do want this, more than anything you want to be with your sweet Copia in the most intimate way possible. But fear has a death’s clutch around your heart. What would he think when he saw you laid out bare, when he saw you for what you truly are. Would he think you a freak like so many had before? Just the thought is nearly enough to shatter you.

As Copia gives a teasing nibble to your bottom lip, you whine and place both hands square against his chest and give a solid push to create space between you. Instantly his lips pull from yours and his frantic eyes lift to read your expression. 

“Did I misread, caro?” Copia’s eyes turn soft with concern, yet he fidgets nervously with his hands as he takes an extra step back to give you more room. “Do you not want this?” You can almost hear the unspoken question: you do not want him. Of course you want him.

Despite being the leader of a Satanic church, Copia is far too sweet and innocent for his own good. You wish that you could personally slap Nihil and every other person that ever made this man feel anything other than loved and cherished. He deserves so much more. More than you think you could ever provide.

“No!” You shout too quickly, immediately realizing that for the mistake it is as Copia begins to pull further away. “No, wait,” you grab at his wrists to hold him in place. “I mean, no you didn’t read anything wrong. Just.. I guess you could say that I am..afraid.”

Before you can even blink an eye you are wrapped tight in Copia’s embrace, head tucked carefully under his chin. Surrounded by everything that is him. The steady thump of his heart seems to sing you a soothing melody that settles your nerves.

“There is nothing to be afraid of, topolino,” Copia hums softly before pulling back to look into your eyes. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, si?” A silent nod is his answer. “So tell me amore mio, what bothers you? Tell Papa so he may put those fears to rest.”

Insecurity has you mumbling out your next words, hoping the attempt alone would be enough and Copia would not press the issue further. A futile effort.

“What was that, amore?” So pure and innocent, Copia leans down and tilts an ear in your direction in an attempt to hear better. Clueless you had purposely spoken so softly. “You will have to speak up, caro. Unfortunately my hearing is not quite what it used to be.”

You let out a long and loud sigh, closing both eyes tight and squeezing Copia’s hands in a near vice like grip. It’s now or never. The point of no return. Sending a silent prayer to the Dark Lord below, you open your eyes and prepare for the fantasy world you have been living in to come crumbling down.

“C... I’m not like other guys,” you speak slowly and try to focus on anything other than those heterochromatic eyes that watch you with great interest. Copia opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off before you lose your courage. “I know what you want to say: that is why you love me and not them. But it’s more than just that Copia. I.. I uh...I wasn’t born like this,” with a frown you release one of his hands to vaguely gesture down at your body. You wipe a stray tear away before it can travel too far. “I wasn’t born a boy. I wasn’t raised as a boy. I.. I don’t have..” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, but you motion to the space between your legs.

Silence stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time. Anxiously worried, you dare to sneak a glance up at the face of the man before you. You watch his mouth open and close repeatedly as if somehow it would make the words come easier to him. It is almost like you can see the gears and cogs turning in his head to fully process what you have said. But then Copia’s eyes go wide as a small gasp of understanding slips out. Hands reach out to you, wrapping around you to pull you back into his chest. One hand cradles the back of your neck, keeping you close to him while the other rests on the small of your back.

“Oh amore,” Copia’s voice is unlike you have ever heard before, holding you so close as if he were afraid you would suddenly fly away. “Nothing about your body could ever change the way I feel about you. I do not care about, oh how do they say it - what parts you have. You are perfect just the way you are. Please, never again be afraid of how I will think of your body. It will always be the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes upon.”

Copia carefully pulls away just enough so that he may look down upon your face. Your eyes are wide and threatening to spill over with a heavy current of tears. But the soft leather of Copia’s gloves meets your cheeks as his thumbs brush the tears away before they have a chance to fall.

“Will you allow me to show you how beautiful and handsome you truly are, amore mio?” Your face remains cradled in his hands as his eyes carefully study your face, watching for even the faintest hint of doubt or discomfort. Licking your suddenly dry lips, you give a quick nod. “Words, caro. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes,” you are surprised by the sultry huskiness of your own voice. “I want you to show me. I want you, Copia.”

Lips immediately come crashing upon your own, teeth biting at your bottom lip until you allow Copia’s tongue to invade your mouth. Firm hands grab ahold of your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh and drag you flush against Copia’s own hips. Feeling the firm bulge pressing against you has you sighing out a breathless moan against Copia’s mouth. But you want more. No, you NEED more. Grabbing a fistful of soft graying hair, you pull him impossibly deeper into the searing kiss. Nothing has ever felt so exhilarating. Yet all too soon you feel Copia pulling away, a thin string of saliva briefly bridging the gap between you before it breaks away.

With hair disheveled, cheeks flushed a near glowing shade of pink beneath his now smudged paints, Copia stares into you with eyes clouded over with lust. But you can still see the questions in his gaze. Are you still okay with this? Does he need to take it slower? You’re fisting his shirt in desperation to pull him back to you. Copia’s shallow laugh tells you his concerns have been put to rest as he slides his hands to circle around the upper part of your arms.

“Perhaps,” Copia begins softly, massaging your arms to ground you in the moment. “We should take this to somewhere a bit more cozy, si?”

“Yes, please take me to bed Papa,” it’s a tease using Copia’s official title like that, knowing that it drives him wild. 

Emboldened, Copia lets out a near growl of a moan as he is suddenly lifting you by the back of the thighs, carrying you towards his bed. Giggles escape you, aroused by the display of strength yet also worrying that your poor old man is going to hurt himself. You aren’t exactly tiny.

"Papa, don't hurt yourself!" It squeaks past your lips just as you are being thrown onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress and bounces, once, twice, before you settle into the silk sheets. 

But Copia is having none of that. Tonight he feels young and in his prime, ready to go absolutely feral as he ravages your body. Only you can make him feel this way. With bated breath, you gaze up at him from your spot amongst the pillows. There is an undeniable hunger held behind those striking eyes. Looking like a predator stalking its prey, Copia crawls the length of the bed to settle himself between your parted thighs. Heat pools at your core, desperation and need leaving you keening as Copia closes the space between you.

Lips are on you, fiery and urgent. Teeth graze with gentle teasing swipes at your lips as Copia keeps from setting any particular rhythm or pace. Strong hands start at your face, cupping your jaw and holding you to him as he flicks his tongue into your mouth. Massaging soft circles into your tongue with his own. But Copia doesn’t stop there. No. His hands travel down to your waist, giving a firm squeeze to the soft supple flesh that has you arching up into him.

Locked in your heated kiss, Copia reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly easing it up over your waist. But your breath catches in your throat as you're suddenly clutching at his hands. Startled, Copia pulls away from the kiss, hands held up in a display of surrender and looks at you with wide scared eyes.

"Have I done something wrong, amore?" You hate seeing that look of uncertainty in those beautiful dual colored eyes.

You're smoothing your shirt back down before you can bring yourself to answer, guilt eating you at the thought of scaring Copia into thinking he had done something wrong. He wasn't the issue. He could never be the issue. Just...why couldn't you be normal?

"No, C, you didn't do anything wrong," you worry your bottom lip between your teeth as your hands stay wrangled in the bottom edge of your shirt. "Just uh, can the shirt stay on? Please?"

It's almost just as heart shattering to see the look of pure adoration he gives you as he leans in to cup your cheeks. 

"Of course! Anything to make you feel safe and comfortable amore mio," Copia punctuates his statement with a soft grazing kiss to your lips. "Whatever you require of me to do or not to do you have but to ask. In this bed, Papa is but a servant to you and only you. You are the temple at which I worship."

Had your cheeks not already been flushed, they certainly were now. There isn't a single time before this man that you have ever felt so desired by another person. None have ever made you feel so much while saying so little. 

"Now let us try again, si?" He waits for your silent nod.

One hand stays to hold your cheek while the other once more travels back down your body. Moving past your waist, past your shirt, Copia instead palms your thigh and tucks it up against him. Tilting your head to the side, Copia begins to assault your neck with feverish kisses. With a moan you thread your fingers through his thick locks and hold him close to you. 

Copia waits until your head is thrown back, drunk off the feeling of his lips and tongue on you before he moves back to the hem of your shirt. Although he moves his fingers underneath the fabric once again, you remain calm. You trust him. And instead of sliding the piece of clothing up, Copia instead hooks into the waist of your pants. Though still a tad bit apprehensive, you let the man above you slowly reveal you inch by inch. 

Just before Copia unveils your most intimate of parts, he pulls back from your reddened lips to watch your eyes. His breathing is heavy, once slick combed back hair tousled and flicked out at the sides. Once clear black and white lines of paint are now smudged into a blend of gray around his lips and cheeks. You don't think Copia has ever looked better than at this moment. 

"Are you sure you are ready for this, amore?" He is giving you an out. Though you know Copia would stop at a moment's notice if  you were to express discomfort, you know he wants you to have this one final moment of clarity. One last time to pull away with a clear head.

"Yes, C, I need you now," one of your hands slides up to trace over the buttons of his shirt. With only a few precise movements, you manage to open the top three buttons, exposing Copia's neck and collarbone.

That's all Copia needs before both sweatpants and underwear are ripped down past your knees. Hungry eyes stay locked with yours as Copia settles back on his knees, taking one leg into his lap at a time. Gentle hands raise your calf level with his chin, leaning in, pressing open mouth kisses along the length of your leg as he pulls the limb free from its cloth prison. Teeth nip playfully at the sensitive skin around your knees in a way that has you nearly kicking Copia in the head in a knee jerk reaction while you let out a half gasping moan. Teasing bastard. Your other leg gets the same treatment, if not even more as Copia pays extra attention to the thick muscle of your inner thigh. Sucking and biting in one particular spot to the point you are sure it will still bare the marks come morning.

It feels like your heart stops as those eyes flick up to fix you with a dangerous gaze. Copia looks ravenous, stalking up your body, parting your legs wide enough for him to settle between them. Face hovering just above the juncture of your thighs. Just the feeling of his breath tickling your hot sensitive skin has you writhing and desperate for more.

“Amore,” Copia waits until your eyes can hold focus on him, keeping his body from connecting with you just yet. With a huff of breath, you bite your bottom lip and try to ignore the throbbing in your core. “If I do anything, touch anywhere that you do not like you must tell me, si? Tonight is all about your pleasure. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Before you can let out the breath you had been holding, Copia’s mouth is suddenly upon you. With tongue flat and wide, Copia gives one slow saint bernard lick up the length of your entrance. Your thighs attempt to snap closed of their own accord. But firm hands hold them open wide and down with an iron-like grip. Lapping gently at your folds, Copia coaxes you closer and closer to the mind shattering bliss you now so desperately crave. 

When your aching bundle of nerves is enveloped in the soft warm heat of Copia’s mouth you are nearly in tears, crying out as you grab at his hair as if it were a life line. Unsure if you want to pull him closer or to push him away, you simply just hold Copia in place, as if his hair were a set of reins. Copia grins into your sex, sucking on your length as if his life depended on it. Your hips arch up as you pull down, forcing him to take more of you into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, C!” With your head thrown back, you moan out from the pleasure he gives you. But too soon it all feels like too much.

Copia is already pulling off you with an obscene pop before you think to even warn him about the oversensitivity crashing over you. Always one step ahead of knowing what you need. Dropping your gaze, you watch a thin river of drool cascade down his chin as he slides one hand off your hip.

“You’re so big, amore,” Copia gives gentle praise to the effect hormones have taken on your body. One hand lifts to his mouth, teeth pulling free his glove before it’s tossed across the room. “And your taste, simply divine.”

Without much warning, Copia’s hand traces up the drenched seam of your entrance, gathering up a liberal amount of your juices. And then one digit slides knuckle deep inside in a fraction of a second.Your mouth gapes open in a noiseless moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion. Releasing your hold on him, you flop back onto the mattress as if you were suddenly dead weight. Giving an experimental pump of his finger, Copia moves up your body. Resting his weight on one elbow, Copia hovers over you to watch your face twist in pleasure as he stretches you open. 

Nearly drunk off the noises you make, Copia dares to add a second finger to your sopping wet heat, delighted by the squeal you give as you’re fisting the sheets below you. You take all he gives you so well. Leaning in, Copia nuzzles into your neck before his teeth lightly sink in, quickly soothing the pain away with soft laps of his tongue. Keening under Copia and his careful ministrations, you feel that all too familiar coil inside you threatening to snap.

“Oh, C,” you try to moan to him. “I’m..I’m close, please!”

Copia captures your lips in a branding kiss. Silencing your further moans, his fingers move faster in and out of your accepting body. Curling upwards, the tips of his fingers drag along your inner ridges in a way that has you bucking against him. You aren’t sure how much more you can take. But then Copia adds a third finger and you feel the tension in your body snap. You’re screaming against Copia’s mouth, hips bucking wildly as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Only when you are in tears from the delicious overstimulation does Copia finally take mercy and halt his movements, letting you lay boneless against the pillows.

Nothing has ever felt so good yet so torturous. You want more. You need more. But as you manage to flutter your eyes open and look up at Copia, you suddenly realize the playing field is unfair.

“This,” when you can will your limbs to move again you’re reaching up to tug at Copia’s shirt, feeling he is far too overdressed for the occasion. “Off. Now.”

A breathy laugh leaves him, but Copia pulls back to obey your command. Though you mourn the loss as Copia carefully slips his fingers from your heat, you are eager to receive whatever he gives you next. 

“So demanding. You really shouldn’t let this power go to your head,” Copia teases as he sits up, undoing the rest of his buttons under your warm gaze. “But did that feel good, caro? Was it good to let Papa take care of you?”

Playfully, you knock your knee into his side. Copia sometimes needs his ego to be stroked.

“You know I did, Papa,” you watch Copia’s every movement with great interest, hands reaching out to caress his soft belly the moment it is exposed to you. “If someone hadn’t been stifling my noises, you sure would have been hearing me screaming your name.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed the way Copia seems to puff out his chest at your praise. Confidence boosted, Copia shucks off his shirt with what you assume is meant to be a sexual shimmy of his shoulders. You love it when your Copia feels himself. Displaying that same confident energy he uses to command the stage on tour.

"Don't worry amore mio, you will have another chance to scream my name," Copia palms his aching bulge through the fabric of his pants. Your eyes are trained on the noticeable wet spot there. 

With a painfully slow pace, Copia unties the laces of his rat bitten pants, loosening the top few strings until the waist is loose enough to sag from his hips. Copia has gone without wearing underwear this evening. So as soon as Copia wiggles the pants down his thighs, his heavy erection springs out towards you. Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen pink tip. You can see the visible throb as Copia notices the way you trace the length of him with ravenous eyes.

Leaning forward, you wrap a soft hand around Copia's shaft and give one smooth gentle tug. The skin is velvet soft and warm to the touch. A hiss comes from Copia, letting you give him another light stroke before he is pulling your hands off him and fixing you with a peculiar look.

"Ah amore," Copia's cheeks flush a soft shade of pink and there is a sheepish quality to his voice. "I'm afraid as good as that feels, I don't think I will last if I let you continue."

Though you give Copia a pout, it doesn't stay on your face long. You watch him ease back to hang off the foot of the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling his pants the rest of the way off. His thighs. Oh how you love those thighs. As he crawls back up the bed, you are reaching to drag your blunt nails along the thick muscles and delight as you watch them tense and contract. 

"Amore mio," Copia calls to you, sharp and stern. "Look at me."

Your eyes travel up to meet his mismatched gaze, his white iris seeming to glow in the dim light. The look he gives you floats the line somewhere between being soft and gentle, and being harsh and commanding. 

"You are the single most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon,” sweet and tenderly, Copia cups your jaw with one hand as he settles on his knees once more between your thighs. “All I see in front of me is a strong handsome man. Never will I see you as anything less. Do you understand that, amore?”

Fat happy tears well up in the corners of your eyes but are quickly swept away by Copia the moment they fall. You throw an arm around the back of Copia’s neck and pull him into you for a kiss full of as much love as you can possibly put into it. It is all encompassing. In this moment there was nothing besides just you and Copia and the love that you share. When you pull away, both gasping and sucking in deep breaths of air, Copia leans his forehead against yours.

“Now, can you please fuck my brains out, C?”  Your eyes are closed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against Copia’s as you slide a hand down between your bodies. Again your hand wraps around his erection, positioning the tip at your still drenched entrance.

Copia is gasping as he gives an instinctual buck of his hips, sinking an inch into your welcoming heat before he can stop himself. It is as if he needs a moment to collect himself with how he remains still as a rock. But then he gives a moan and drops to his elbows just above you. 

“Amore,” Copia lets out with a long drawn out moan, snapping his hips forward. You let out a sharp shriek as he is suddenly fully seated inside you, but he stops there. “Feels so fucking good."

Saying Copia is big is a bit of an understatement. The stretching of your inner walls to accommodate his girth is borderline unbearable, even after the work he put into prepping you first. It’s a burning sensation that starts where your bodies are joined, but it quickly becomes a pleasant warmth that radiates out to the rest of your body. All the way to even your fingertips, it feels as if your nerve endings are set ablaze. But the fire doesn’t burn, instead it brings unyielding pleasure.

A slow and steady pace is set, a gentle drag that has you feeling Copia’s each and every ridge. Soon the subtle ache of pain becomes a strong throbbing need for more. Desperate to feel Copia deeper, harder, you tilt your hips up to meet him. He gets the message. Picking up the pace, Copia bucks his hips to push himself deeper into you. An arm wraps around the back of your head, pulling you to bury your face into the shelter that is the crook of Copia's neck. You breathe him in. Bourbon and amber, a sweet and warm oaky caramel scent that is entirely Copia. Surrounded in everything that is Copia, his scent, the soft yet solid frame of his body caging you in, even the gentle moans and gasps he breathes out above you. It is impossible to tell where he starts and you end.

“C! Oh fuck, please,” you are losing yourself, arms thrown around Copia with nails digging shallow welts into his back. “Harder! Please fuck me harder!”

Something seems to snap in Copia. With a feral growl Copia grabs both your legs with a bruising strength and throws them up so your ankles are hooked over the back of his shoulders. You find you are far more flexible than you thought, not an ounce of discomfort as Copia has you nearly folded in half with his weight holding you down. The next snap of Copia’s hips tears a scream from you that leaves your throat sore. You can feel him deeper than ever. Each pounding thrust has Copia reaching deep enough you swear that you feel him pushing against your guts to create a dull ache. But the pleasure has you seeing stars.

Sweat clings to both your bodies, sliding against each other smoothly. That familiar coil is tightening. You can’t find a way to bring words out of your mouth, too consumed by all your senses being overwhelmed with the pleasure Copia is giving you. But Copia can read you better than even yourself.

“You are close amore, si?” Copia asks in a grunt between thrusts, eyes locked with yours. He himself is close to his own end, but he is desperate to ensure you reach yours first before he can consider his own pleasurable release. At your nod he gives a cocky smile. “Come on, you can do it. Cum for me amore!”

Doubling his efforts, Copia reaches a hand down between your bodies and strokes you in time with each thrust of his hips. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you're babbling out nonsensical sounds of pure bliss. It’s all too much, yet not at all enough. There is no subtle build up of your orgasm, no soft long drawn out pleasure that increases exponentially. No, you abruptly reach the edge of the cliff and you are immediately thrown straight into the depths.

“Copia!” You scream his name so loud you wouldn’t even be surprised if it echoed down the halls just outside Copia’s chambers. Every muscle in your body contracts, squeezing Copia tight and refusing to let go.

Feeling your walls flutter around him, Copia lets out a pained moan as your nails break the skin of his back. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. Then you reach up in a blind haze and bite into Copia’s collarbone. He is lost. Copia cums with a beautiful sob as he continues to give shallow thrusts. It feels like white hot lava spurting into you, but you can’t get enough of it. 

As you finally come down from your peak, you release Copia from your mouth and flop bonelessly back onto the bed. Every muscle in your body aches. Yet it is pleasant. Something you think you could get far too used to. Copia’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he pants, pulling his softening cock from your body, eliciting a soft hiss from both of you. An aftershock throb has you feeling a stream of Copia’s cum dripping out of you.

Placing a soft kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and a brief one to your lips, Copia is considerate enough to lift himself and shift to the side before he drops to the mattress like a sack of potatoes.

His head turns on the pillows to fix you with a tired, warm gaze. “That was good, si?” 

“Of course,” you give an almost drunken smile, softly carding your fingers through Copia’s hair. “Couldn’t have asked for any better.”

“Good, good,” Copia keeps smiling, but his eyes close while burying himself deeper into the comfort of the bed. “ Now, amore mio... do you think you could fetch the heating pad for Papa?” One eye opens to peek sheepishly at you. Seems I may have overestimated my own limits.”

You can’t help the giggle that leaves you, but you are shifting to roll off the bed nevertheless. 

“Anything for you, C,” but you can’t resist a slap to Copia’s exposed ass, earning a sharp squeal as you saunter past in search of said heating pad. Yeah, you certainly felt attractive and definitely could get used to this.

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BALDUR'S GATE 3

🧛🏻‍♂️🩸 Astarion 🩸🧛🏻‍♂️

ONCE UPON A TIME

⛵🪝 Killian Jones/Captain Hook 🪝⛵

OBEY ME! SHALL WE DATE?

👿🔸 Lucifer 🔸👿

THE SANDMAN

⏳👑 Morpheus 👑⏳

GHOST BAND

👻🎤 Papa Emeritus IV/Copia 🎤👻

MARVEL:

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

🌊👑 Namor 👑🌊

Moon Knight

🌕🤺 Moon Knight System 🤺🌕

TFATWS/CA:CW

👑🗡️ Baron Zemo 🗡️👑

BEETLEJUICE

🪲🧃 Beetlejuice 🧃🪲

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES

🐱👑 Cat King/Thomas 👑🐱

What I write:

!. Headcannons

!. One shots

!. Incorrect quotes

!. Specific short ideas that don't fall under the "one shot" term

[ramblingoak]

Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

Secondo x Female Reader

Still lusting over Secondo in the ghaseball uniform so here's a sort of sequel to Sliding Home (which you don't have to read first) and some amazing art by @tasty-ribz. Happy late birthday Ribz! Love you bby 💙

Warnings: baseball talk, smutty fun in a locker room, nsfw 18+ only, mdni, 1600k words, not really beta read forgive me

“Why am I doing this again?”

“I told you,”  You slapped his hands away when he reached up to adjust his ball cap.  “It’s good pr, gets people curious about the chur–”

“You misunderstand.  Why am I doing this again?”  Secondo stood up and turned to look himself over in the mirror.  “Couldn’t Terzo have taken a turn?”

“Well, I tried Terzo.  Had Copia take him out onto the abbey grounds for a game of catch and everything.”  When you were silent for a few moments Secondo turned your way with a raised eyebrow.  “He, uh, broke one of the windows of Primo’s main greenhouse.”

“Ah.  That’s why the old man was screaming the other day.”

“Yes.  So that was a whole…thing.  Imperator told me to send you again and well, here we are.”

You stood up with a flourish, your arms wide and a big smile on your face.  It was clear Secondo wasn’t buying it.  He clicked his tongue at you as he took a few steps closer.

“Imperator chose me, eh?  Not her golden boy?”

“Copia was uh, busy.  You know,”  When Secondo closed the distance between you even further you gulped and started backing up.  “Papa stuff.”

“Si, I do know of this ‘Papa stuff’.”  He grinned when your back hit the wall and you let out a little yelp.  “I think I know why I’m here and mio fratellino isn’t.”

“Terzo would’ve nailed someone in the head with a ball.”

“No, not him.  Copia.”

“Copia was busy, as I said.”

“Wrong.  Copia has been posting pictures of his rats on his private Instagram all morning.”

“Wait, he has a private Instagram?  No one told me thi–”  

Secondo’s finger on your lips shut you up.  You couldn’t help but hold your breath as the man shifted even closer, one arm bracketing you.  Like usual, having him so close overwhelmed your senses.  His demeanor, his words, even his smell was pulling you in like always.  You were absolutely enamored by him.

Especially with him in that uniform.

“I think, cara mia, that you asked Imperator to send me.  Specifically.”

“That doesn’t seem like something I would do.”

Secondo flashed you a grin that had your stomach doing a little somersault.  He leaned in close, his lips just barely flitting across your own before he moved them close to your ear,  “You wanted to see me in this costume again.”

“It’s not a costume, it’s a uniform.”  He snorted, the quick exhalation of breath on your ear making you jump.  “And so what if I did,”  Secondo pulled back far enough for you to see his face, an eyebrow once again raised as he regarded you.  “Want to see you in this again?  Is that so bad?”

“Non c’è male affatto.  It’s bene.  Good.  But,”  His lips were back on your ear, his body now pressing up against you.  Your hands moved to grasp at the uniform top, your grip tightening when his tongue ran along the shell of your ear.  “Next time just ask me, eh?”  

You stumbled a bit when he abruptly backed away, your grip on his top the only thing keeping your wobbly legs from collapsing under you.  There was a brisk knock at the door to the room and a voice called out that Secondo had ten minutes.  He covered your hands with his, the black leather warm and soft like it always was.  You suddenly felt like apologizing and opened your mouth to do so but he seemed to sense it.  He shushed you while bringing your hands to his mouth and pressing kisses to each of your palms before letting them go and walking towards the door.

“Papa, wait!”  He stopped and turned back towards you, his eyes darkening a bit when you began to slink his way.  You reached towards him and straightened his sleeves, smoothing your hands down his chest next until your fingers rested on the buckle of his belt.  “Mi dispiace, Papa.  Shall I make it up to you?”

“If it pleases you.”  His eyes focused on your mouth when you bit your bottom lip, your tongue immediately peeking out to soothe the sting.  “It would certainly please me.”

“Let’s make it interesting.  How about I reward you based on how you do out there?”

“How I do?”

“Yes,”  You ran your hands back up his chest to rest on his broad shoulders.  “Let’s say if you go out there and completely screw up you’ll only get a kiss.”

To demonstrate, and because you really wanted to kiss him, you pressed your lips to his, quickly pulling away when he tried to deepen it.

“Or?”

“Or, you could get the ball close to home plate and earn some kisses down here.”  Secondo groaned when your hand massaged his cock through his pants.  You were quick, not wanting to get him too riled up so he couldn’t even walk out there.  His growl when you let go of him had you smiling and reaching up to kiss the tip of his nose.  “Does that sound fair so far?”

“I suppose.”  When another brisk knock and shout for Papa came at the door again you winked and pulled away.  “What do I get if I throw it across the plate?  A strike, yes?”

“If you manage a strike, Papa, I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

You stared at each other for a handful of seconds, both of you breathing a little heavier.  Secondo was the first to break eye contact, swiftly turning and striding towards the door.  When he yanked it open he looked back your way, a small smirk playing at his lips.  The stadium assistant trying to usher him onto the field was making worried noises but Secondo ignored him.

“Be ready.”

With that he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.  You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and sank down to sit on a bench.  The distant roar of the crowd had you smiling and you began to pick some lint off your top.

“Play ball.”

“I don’t fucking believe it.  Oh, oh right there.”

His thumb circled your clit again while two of his fingers curled inside of you, dragging along the spot that had you grinding down into them.  Your clothes were already soaked from the warm water of the shower, sticking to both of you.  Secondo’s cap was on the floor somewhere, along with his belt and your shoes.  You couldn’t bring yourself to care that you didn’t have a change of clothes to leave the stadium in.  All you cared about was that he kept doing that.

“What’s not to believe?”  He pulled back far enough so he could take one of your breasts in hand, thumbing at your nipple through your top.  “Didn’t think I could throw a strike?”

“No, no I did—oh, yes.  Yes, please.”

“Which is it, dolcezza?  No?”  He smiled, tilting his head as he watched you lose your mind.  “Or yes?”

“Yes, you bast–ah!”

Two fingers inside of you became three and he started to pump them in and out of you faster.  Even over the falling water you swore you could hear them move through your wetness.  In truth you had been wet all damn morning, the anticipation of seeing him in the baseball uniform again was too much.  Your head fell back against the wall with a thunk and you watched him through half-lidded eyes.  He looked equally a mess as you, the paint running down his face and disappearing down his neck.  When he caught you looking he grinned and you were glad the wall was there to help hold you up.

“I’ve been practicing.  Knowing you as I do I figured it was only a matter of time before you’d drag me to one of these stupid games again.”

“Baseball isn’t, ah fuck, stupid.”

“Demanding souvenirs and singing that stupid song about pretzels and Cracker Jacks.”

“It’s peanuts and Cracker Jacks you absolute snob–fuck, Papa please.  I can’t—”

“You can.  You can take this, my fingers fucking you.”  He moved in close, the water dripping off his head onto yours, streaking your hair and face in black and white.  “You’ll come on my fingers and then you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock.”  He was grinning when you looked up at him sharply.  “Whatever I wanted, remember?”

“Y-yes.”  

“Bene.  Molto bene.”  He gripped your chin and dragged a thumb across your lips.  “I want to come inside your pretty mouth before I come inside your cunt.”

His words coupled with his fingers knowing exactly what you needed had you coming almost immediately.  The orgasm rippled through your body and you clung to him as his fingers continued to move inside of you, slower and slower.  The water continued to beat down on you both as you took a few moments to collect yourself, eventually looking up to meet his eyes and to see him grinning once more.

“What is it?”

“On your knees, dolcezza.”  

You took a quick breath and then obediently dropped, wincing when your knees touched the tile.  When you glanced down to his belt quickly Secondo nodded and you went to work undoing it and opening his pants.  His thick cock sprang forward, eager for your mouth.  As your lips began to close around him he rested his hands on your head, stopping you from going any further.  Confused, you pulled away, looking back up at him.

“Papa?”

“Just trying to think of the phrase.  Ah,”  He bit at his bottom lip like he was trying to hold in a laugh.  You huffed, narrowing your eyes because you knew what he was going to say and you both loved and hated him for it.  “Play ball.”

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Welcome Ghouls, Ghulehs, and everything in between. Ever wanted just plain comfort when reading a Ghost fanfic or looking for a fanfic that involves Reader but not in a romantic way (for the aro/ace people)? Then you've come to the right place.

My account will be dedicated to just kid/kit (for Ghouls/Ghouletts) readers because, as much as we love smut, sometimes we just want a little comfort or maybe something to heal our inner child. But, I'll also be doing male readers and expect smut in those fanfics. The list of characters I will be writing and will take suggestions for are:

Papa Nihil (Young and Old)

Papa Emeritus I (Primo)

Papa Emeritus II (Secondo)

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

Sister Imperator

Omega Ghoul

Alpha Ghoul

Ifrit Ghoul

Mist Ghoulette

Sodo Ghoul

Aether Ghoul

Rain Ghoul

Swiss Ghoul

Mountain Ghoul

Phantom Ghoul

Cirrus Ghoulette

Cumulus Ghoulette

Sunshine Ghoulette

Aurora Ghoulette

It's starting off small but I'd rather not bite off more than I can chew. I kept Aether and Sunshine on here because I know a lot of people got attached to them during their time with Ghost but I also included Phantom and Aurora because I personally feel like they should be just as welcomed as the others were.

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