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No thoughts just Rainsmut from ghost

Don't know if this was a request or just a lovely thought but yes, the answer is yes. Wooo, had dust off the cobwebs in my brain for this one *cracks knuckles* This is fem!Reader too, hope that's okay

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Rain is a shy boi turned soft dom boi, oral (f and m!receiving), biting, scratching, marking, blood, fluffy aftercare (more for Rain honestly even though he was the dom lmao he needs reassurance)

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You never expected to find love in your life, not to any human, especially not to a demon. But becoming a Sister of Sin took you on a path that still manages to shock you, including how you felt towards a specific water Ghoul. 

Everyone told you that having a Ghoul as a partner could have its…difficulties. 

In the past, relationships between a Ghoul and a human would not last long, and the end usually was not pretty. You heard stories of blood, violence, and death. Some Ghouls had the tendency of getting territorial of their mates, often picking fights with other Ghouls if they even had a suspicion that one of them was interested. In rare instances, some Ghouls would even kill their mates, though not on purpose. So you would’ve had every right to be more than a little hesitant in being with a Ghoul. 

But you knew Rain wasn’t like that.

Typically, the water types were less aggressive and more reserved than the others, often keeping to themselves, staying out of trouble, and never really picking fights unless they felt threatened. But they were still demons, they still had an aura of danger surrounding them,  they could still annihilate a human if they ever felt like it. But Rain never gave you that vibe that he was even capable of such acts. He made you feel safe, comfortable. He was protective, but not in an overbearing type of way. If you were around any other Ghouls, he’d always be by your side watching over you. He was sweet, and you couldn’t see a world where he’d ever hurt you on purpose.

The two of you had been together for a few months now, but you still did nothing more than kiss. It was frustrating, and it had to have been difficult for Rain too. For some people, that contact is a need and a lack of that made you more irritable. You knew how skittish Rain could be, and you absolutely did not want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn’t ready for. But you were so desperate for his touch and you didn’t know how long you’d be able to last.

You wanted to be with Rain intimately, but you just didn’t know how to bring it up without spooking him off. You were aching and needed him now, but him being off in a touring band caused some unwanted distance between the two of you, so you were just going to have to handle it yourself like you always had to.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you removed your habit, laying on your bed with your legs slightly spread. You imagined Rain looking down on you, eyes dark and narrow behind his stage mask, a bulge prominently poking through his tight black jeans. You imagined his soft voice telling you what to do, forcing you to obey his every command. You slowly trailed your fingers down your body, running along your lace lingerie, tentatively journeying down until your fingers felt the heat that was radiating from your already sopping wet cunt, begging to be touched. 

You were a second away from reaching your aching nub until the door to your bedroom opened suddenly, a grinning Rain entering the door frame. But he quickly froze as he realized what was happening, his grin falling off his face and his eyes widening in shock as your half naked form. “Oh, fuck-! Uh, I’m sorry!” He covered his eyes and quickly closed your door, leaving you flushed and disheveled.

You put on a robe and walked out, finding Rain with his head in his hands in your living room. “Rain?” You called out softly, taking cautious steps towards him.

“I am so sorry, babe. We, the band, we got a few days off and I wanted to surprise you but…oh god.” Rain’s ears were flattened back, his tail actually tucked between his legs, coiling around his leg tightly. He sighed. “I didn’t mean to…walk in on you like that, I promise.”

You gently took a seat next to him, reaching up to lightly rub his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, you did really surprise me.” You joked, smiling when he managed a nervous chuckle, his body untensing a little. “Coulda joined me, you know?” You said, in a split second decision, wondering if testing the waters was a good idea in the moment. You felt him tense up again beneath your hand, almost regretting your words until you noticed a slight bulge in his pants, not unlike the one you saw in your fantasy. “I mean, don’t you want to, with me?” You asked, feeling a little insecure.

Rain furrowed his brows and sat up more straight, taking a hold of your hand. “Of course I do, it’s just…you’re human. You can…break.” You don’t know why his choice of words made you clench, a sharp pang of desire shooting straight through your core. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Dewdrop almost killed his mate during…you know. I don’t want that to happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You’re not Dewdrop, Rain. You’re not like that.”

“He wasn’t like that either until it happened.” He frowned.

You could’ve whined. You were so needy. You understood his apprehension. It made you nervous too, but you loved your demon and you wanted him badly. “I want you, Rain. You want me too, I know you do. But…I understand if you can’t. But there is nothing you could do to me that would make me love you any less. You could never hurt me.”

Rain inhaled sharply, his hands tightening into fists as he smelled your arousal. It could’ve driven him mad. He saw how your thighs pressed together, how your teeth nawed away at the dead skin of your lips, how anxious your expression was. You looked to be in pain, and that pained him. “If we do this…you have to promise me, if I get too rough or do anything that you don’t like, you stop me. Whatever you have to do.” He spoke seriously, his pupils dilated until you could barely see his iris’.

“Yes, Rain. Just please, touch me.” You begged, opening one of his fists and bringing the palm to cup your sex, gasping as the much needed contact. You heard him audibly inhale, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. “Feel how much I want you? Feel how wet you make me?” You whispered.

Rain growled as he surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, teeth grazing against each other’s and pushing your tongues to meet. You moaned in his mouth as he started playing with your clit through your underwear, the fabric practically ruined with how soaked it was. “I didn’t realize how good you smell like this, baby.” Rain purred, trying his best to maintain his composure while he pushed the robe off your shoulders. “Bedroom. Now.” He ordered, leading you to the bed hastily.

You sat on the bed with a glazed over look in your eyes, your ears perked up at the sound of Rain’s belt buckle coming unlatched, the leather sliding and making a slapping sound as he removed it and tossed it to the floor. You could feel your mouth watering as he started to unbutton his pants. “You look so gorgeous like that, sweetheart. You wanna suck my cock, hm? Your mouth is already halfway open.” You could only nod as you finally started to see the side of Rain that you’ve been dreaming of. 

Rain beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and watching your expression as you finally saw all of him. “Is this what you were thinking about before I came home?” He asked darkly, gently caressing the back of your head. “You touch yourself to thoughts of me?” You nodded weakly, your mouth filling with saliva as your lips finally came into contact with the head of his cock.

Rain groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head and moaning at the taste. “Oh, sweet Lucifer…” He cursed, reaching down to unclasp your bra and to lift your chin, biting his lip at the sight. Tears in your admiring eyes, drool running down your chin and onto your tits, all for him. The view could’ve made him come right then and there. But he wanted you to feel good too.

You gasped as he tore you away from his dick, having you stand up as he sank to his knees, his own expression needy and glazed over as he ran his claws up your thighs, forcing goosebumps to form along the path. You quickly stepped out of your underwear as he pulled them down, him grabbing the back of one of your thighs to bring your leg to rest on his shoulder. Rain licked his lips as he finally saw the full glory that was your pussy, your arousal coating it and your inner thighs. He had never seen such a pretty sight. 

You let out a cry as Rain dove in, lapping up all your wetness and going to work right away. His long tongue poked and prodded at your tight entrance, undulating against your folds in such a way that you almost saw stars. “So sweet.” He growled, moving to focus on your clit, using his forked tip to rub on either side of the little nub. You tried not to scream, your legs threatening to give out just from the pure pleasure Rain was giving you. It was hard to focus on anything other than how his tongue was making you feel. But then it all came to a stop unfortunately, a loud whine escaping you as Rain rose to his feet with a shiny nose and chin. “I could do that all day.” He chuckled, but instead of doing just that, he pushed you gently to lay on the bed with your legs spread.

“Please, Rain…” You begged, arching your back so your chest could touch his, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. “I need you.” And without warning, Rain entered you, almost immediately filling you to the brim, the head of his cock grazing your sweet spot already. “Fuck!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his torso as he started to thrust into you.

“You feel so good.” Rain panted, a thin sheen of sweat already building on his forehead. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He whimpered, the sound driving you wild.

Rain buried his head into the crook of your neck, holding onto your shoulders with a vice grip. You felt multiple sharp stings as his claws extended, digging into the soft flesh, but Rain didn’t seem to notice, too lost in the feeling of you. It surprised you to find that you enjoyed it, the pain only amplifying the pleasure you already felt. The pain brought you closer to the peak you so desperately wanted to reach, you didn’t even notice you were clawing him right back. 

“Fuck, Rain, I’m so close!” You cried, attempting to meet his thrusts from underneath him, but Rain suddenly had a vice grip on your hips, pushing them down and pistoning into you even harder. “Oh, god-!” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but just take it, the pleasure rendering you useless.

The final straw was the new pleasurable pain you felt in the hollow of your neck, sharp fangs breaking your skin and sinking in, marking you in a way that just felt so right. It hit you like a train, knocking the breath out of your lungs, and then you let out a loud strained moan as you came around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes.” Rain whispered as his thrusts became sloppy, licking up your neck and stilling, his cum spilling inside of you as he whimpered.

You whined as Rain pulled out of you, flopping down beside you in exhaustion, a blissed out expression on his face. But his face quickly furrowed in concern, finally taking notice of the droplets of blood that slowly leaked out of your claw and bite marks. “Oh fuck, baby, I hurt you. Shit, I know this would happen. I never should have-”

“Rain, Rain!” You quickly interrupted before he had a full blown panic attack. “You didn’t hurt me, my love.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I…I liked it.” You felt your face heat up at the admission. “It felt really good.” You chuckled giddily, and Rain relaxed a little but you could still see him beating himself up about it mentally. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” His eyes lit up at that, allowing himself to smile proudly at himself.

“Really?” He asked timidly, causing you to nod with a tired grin.

“You made me feel amazing. Only you, Rain. I knew I could trust you. If I didn’t like something, I would’ve told you. I promised, remember?”

Rain pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you close. “Thank you.” He whispered sleepily, happy purrs rumbling in his chest, making it very difficult to stay awake.

You gave Rain a soft kiss on his chin as he fell asleep, his comfortable hold on you and purrs lulling you to sleep right after him.

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rain is baby

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 - 𝒚𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairings: copia x reader

summary: its yule! one of the biggest celebrations in the ministry. drinking, dancing, worshiping the unholy father. but of course, something else seems to be on your mind…a certain papa. maybe he has you on his mind too?

rating: mildly spicy, VERY MILDLY, otherwise pure fluff and comfort

author note: ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE BOTTOM BTW!!

Snow fell around the ministry, and the world was dark. It was as if the rooms inside the ministry had taken all the light from the world and stored it inside it’s deep unholy walls, filled with sin and the children of the dark.

But tonight? Tonight was a night of celebration. The world outside was a void, only filled with the noise of music and laughter from inside. Snow fell around the trees, covering it in a blanket of white and quiet. Lights from the stain glass windows left a kaleidoscope of colors upon the frosted and snowy earth. Footprints from the Siblings and those who traveled for the celebration marked and trampled some of the newly-fallen snow. In summary, the world outside was currently a wasteland of cold barren trees, but inside was a world of joy.

It was Yule.

A night where many came together, where Siblings danced and thrived under the eyes of the Dark One. A night of blissful sin and devotion, of love. And of celebrating the earth, the returning of the light and the cycle of the land.

Currently for you though, it had begun as a night of distress. You had paced around your room, searching for some kind of clothing to where. It was…irritating. For a night that’s meant to be so full of happiness, it seemed to bring much misfortune to your wardrobe. Eventually, you were able to put your complaining to a ceasing as your eyes laid upon a perfect thing to wear. Something you had purchased a long while back, that had slipped your mind and your field of vision by disappearing into the back of your closet. You thought it was very fitting for the theme of tonight and for the general spirit of things. And you looked..well let’s just say you were very satisfied with how it made you look. You had completed every other aspect of your look for the night, and decided to head on down to join the merriment.

You opened the door of the room that was your haven, and stepped out into the hallway of the ministry. A wall of what you could only describe as Yule hit you. Noise flooded your ears, filling them with the sounds of dancing, laughter, talking. Of course some shrieks of joy, singing, and running was mixed in. You inhaled and you felt the warm air which was filled of the smells of food and incense. And then of course, your eyes took in the rest. Decorations had been sprinkled all over the walls and you were sure that the center of all the festivities was absolutely drenched in them. You smiled to yourself as you began to watch, appreciating how festive they managed to make things look while still maintaining a dark-ish look, a gesture to the general beliefs in the Abbey.

As you walked through the halls, you saw strings of tinsel covering paintings, a ornament hanging off of one of the fingers of a statue of Lilith, and a upside-down star on top of a tree covered in dark red lights. As you came closer and closer to the giant room that held the main party, you were able to identify it as Frankincense. Candles flickered on the walls as you walked through the hallways, making things dimly light but still bringing you comfort. And it wasn’t too dark, as you could still see Siblings running in each and every direction as they prepared for the ongoing celebration. You were happy you were finally able to settle and go revel in the spirit of things. Well, not really settle, knowing the rowdiness of everyone from the Ghouls to even the Clergy on holidays.

As you were thinking, you had lost track of the time, and were surprised to see that you were already in the great big room that held so much excitement. The rest of the building had simply passed before your eyes before you could realize it.

Songs played on a speaker, and Siblings danced wildly. Though some danced slowly and rather…sensually. You chuckled to yourself as you walked over to a group of Siblings you’d grown fond of. Your eyes scanned over the crowd of members of the Abbey, and some of the Clergy. You watched, amused, as Dew chased Swiss by the food table. You wondered why but decided to stay out of it, though you were always entertained by their rambunctious behavior. Phantom seemed to be sneaking around with a few of the Ghoulettes, while other Ghoulettes were dancing. You saw Sister Imperator standing by the long table in the front, meant for the higher members of the clergy. Such as herself, the Cardinals, and of course…Papa. She seemed to look over the room as well, and you followed her gaze. A few small fires (all safe and meant purely for decoration) were scattered through the room, like little fire-pits. You hoped none of them had been started by Ghouls. Dark red ribbons flowed upon the walls, some green and black joining them. Other dark and gothic- and somehow Yuletide- decorations joined them. The entire room looked perfect. You looked back to Sister Imperator and watched as she turned to another member of the clergy, looking frazzled and concerned. You walked a little closer to her table, pretending to be watching what was now a wrestle between Dew and Swiss, and heard her say something along the lines of “Papa” and “where-?”

Ah. So that’s what it was. Papa. You couldn’t blame him for being late, all with Sister’s impossibly demanding schedule. You were friends with Papa. With Copia. You wished the two of you could talk more, but with the extremity of Sister’s demands, there wasn’t much time. So, you found a way. The first time you truly met was in a walk around the Abbey. Well, outside the abbey. You had been walking around with a book, the whether had been chilly and you were ready to head inside and take shelter deep within the comfort of the library. But the sudden warmth you had felt was not from the solace of inside the Ministry, but instead, Papa himself. You had talked to Copia a few times before he became Papa. You’d helped him when he’d dropped his books once, when you’d found one of his lost rats, when you’d randomly asked him how he was once or twice. He’d always been so sweet, so endearingly awkward. But when he bumped into you outside that one day, it felt as if for the first time, he truly saw you. His nose had been in a book as well, and that’s how the accident had come to happen.

“Le mie scuse, sorella! Stai bene?- Uh- Are you alright?” he had said, his face scrunched up in concern as he picked up his book, and yours as well.

“Yes Papa, thank you, I’m so sorry for the accident. Are you ok?” you asked quickly, unsure whether to smile or put on a face of worry.

“Sì, sì, grazie! No need to apologize, I’m- um, molto bene. All okie dokie.” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at that. It was amusing that the Papa of the entire Dark Church, the leader of all the followers of the Dark One, used the saying “okie dokie”. You couldn’t help but quickly be enamored with his more than awkward charm.

You two had discovered you were both about to head to the library, and decided to accompany each other. You two had smiled as you entered the library, and he had quickly needed to disappear into a separate realm of literature and unholy works, while you had found a nice cozy corner. Since then, you two had found each other often in the library. Sooner than later, you two had begun to sit with each other. Not always talking, but sometimes just sitting them and enjoying each other’s presence. While you had spent time reading, lost in your own worlds, you quickly discovered that less of that time in your mind was lost in the worlds of the books, but more-so lost in your thoughts of him. How his mismatched eyes flitted over words, taking in all types of languages and symbols you couldn’t dream of knowing how to understand, how sometimes he sighed and tapped one of his fingers against the wooden table you two frequented when he was frustrated with some part of the scripture he was reading. How soft his gaze could be, and other times how hard. You took time remembering how when he was a cardinal, how the swish of his cassocks sounded in the hallways. Before you knew it, you were enraptured with him. With how he was as a whole, and in all the little moments when you could see all the different fragments of who he was.

Once, as you two had been sitting at your shared table, as you were looking over the words on the book that had barely held you attention until then, you wondered what he would think of what you read. You thought about all the different pieces of literature you had read in the past while you two had been doing this, and realized a number of little parts that instantly brought him to mind.

The next day, you hadn’t gone to the library at your shared usual time. But instead, you had given a book to the librarian (who had been watching the two of you and decided you were bound to fall in love) and had asked the librarian to give the book to Copia when he came in. She happily agreed and thanked you for coming in so often, and you were on your way.

He had come in, and had been confused as to where you were. He had been handed the book by the librarian, who gave him a smile. And suddenly a tradition was made. You two left books for each other all the time. Genres varied, and notes were left between the pages. You had come to know each other quite well, but you only wished it could be closer. Not just physically, but you longed for him. His presence. All those things you admired while he was reading and so so much more.

As you realized you’d been staring at Sister Imperator while thinking about Copia, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and went to get a drink. You wondered where he was. There were few windows in the huge room that weren’t decorated with stained glass, but through the few clear ones, you could see a heavy snow. It gave you a strange feeling, snow. A feeling of significance. Like loneliness mixed with an intimate comfort. You only wished that a certain Papa was here to share the feeling with you, here in the candlelight room full of both darkness and pure warmth. He always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you feel like suddenly the only people in the world who truly mattered in the moment was you two. He made you feel like your entire existence was burning with passion.

Suddenly, something caught your eye. It was moving in a part of the dark hallway outside the great big room. Seemingly hiding. You got curious and though you hoped you wouldn’t miss Copia’s grand entrance, though you doubted he was the type to really make one. You started moving towards the shape, pausing to survey the room one last time, as if Copia could suddenly pop out of the shadows- not that it would be uncharacteristic for his role in the Ministry. But as you settled upon the conclusion that he was simply not there yet, you decided to head to odd shape in the hallway. Your senses felt stripped of the delight of the party as you stepped back out into the dimly halls which felt as if you’d just been in them, even though by now, it had been a while since you’d been in them. You peered into the darkness ahead of you, not being able to tell if there were any shadows if it was simply the movement of light from the candles which lined the walls. However, as you grew closer you could see that there was in fact a shadow, and it was moving. It wavered for a moment, and you tried walking slower, so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to hear your footsteps and flee the privacy of the hallway. Though the shadow started moving away and you sped up, so did the shadow and it disappeared from sight. At last, you rounded the corner with one last burst of speed and saw..

…Copia?

Yep, it wasn’t just a trick of the eyes. Your unholy Papa was right there in front of you, standing in the hallway, hiding from the annual Yule party.

“Papa?” you called out, and he froze. His back was to you, and he was tense. Though, a second after you said it, he seemed to relax a little bit, as if hesitant to fully let himself relax. But as he turned around and saw you, his entire posture seemed to melt. His eyes softened and suddenly he looked so calm and natural in the candlelight. It flickered prettily across his face, illuminating his eyes so mesmerizingly, and shining off parts of his outfit. He looked like the flame of a candle himself, he had a quiet air of excitement and gracefulness. A slight smile took over his face as you two stood facing each other in the hallway. It had been a while since you’d had a rendezvous in the library or an exchange of a book, with all the holiday preparations and ceremonies.

“Sorella,” he said “You…sono ipnotizzato.”

You didn’t know what that meant, of course, so you simply smiled. “Yes, hello, Copia.”

He took a few steps towards you, but waited. So you took some.

“Mi dispiace, ero...I was hiding from the party. Not uh, not the most noble thing, eh?” he said,

“It’s quite understandable really,” you replied, and he gave a breath, a kind of sigh, and a emotion not unlike relief spread across his face.

“È così? Well, yes, I suppose so, sorella. What are you doing? Out here, I mean.” he replied, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his Italian accent weaved throughout his words, and how Italian words spilled through more often than not. You found it enchanting. He was enchanting.

“In a way, I was looking for you. I mean, I was wondering where you were, and then I saw a shadow down this hall and decided to go figure out what was going on and here we are really!” you responded cheerfully. You couldn’t ignore the way it felt like your senses were on fire right now, it felt like every breath couldn’t come fast enough and it took all of your might not to practically implode with glee.

“That does make sense. Sì, vedo.” he said and you saw his eyes drift back down the hallway which was behind you, leading into the room of the party. You turned and looked back at it too. It looked so much more inviting now that your beloved Copia was here. Suddenly you had an idea. You took his hand, and decided to put all your doubts aside for a moment.

“Come with me. Back to the party, I mean. We can go together, it’ll be nicer to have you there, and we can hide from Sister Imperator together. And…it would be nice to spend some time with you. I’ve missed you. Plus I’m sure I’d make much better company than Sister Imperator would make if you were to go in there and get swept away by her.” you suggested, with a chuckle at the thought of Sister Imperator and all her flustered pestering.

“Well,” Copia said, and was lost in thought for a moment as he looked at you, then back at the party, then back down the hallway he was heading originally. “Ok, sorella. I would..er, well, yes I would like to go. With you.”

With those words, you lit up inside, a thrill going through you. Apparently, you lit up externally as well, as suddenly you felt a large smile on your face, and Copia chuckled, sharing the smile. You had let go of his hand, but you held it out again, ready to ask another question.

“Well then, Papa! Or, Copia, shall we?” and you let you hand hang out in front of you. He looked at it for a moment, and slowly, but a hand covered in a leather glove, into yours.

“Yes, sorella.” he said, looking from where your hands joined, up to your eyes. Your face lit up again, and you turned back towards the greatly lit room at the end of the hallway. With your hand in his, you begun walking towards it.

“Per te, gentile sorella. Sempre e solo per te.” he said, following you. His eyes reflected candlelight as you led him through the hallway. You only heard a little bit of his Italian words, and you didn’t understand them, but you didn’t recognize their significance. What you were focused on at the moment was the feeling of his hand in yours and the thought that you might get to spend the rest of this wonderful evening with him.

After a moment of reveling in the delight your senses took in being around him, you two were finally in the midst of the Yule celebration. Now that Copia was here, it felt as though your eyes allowed you to take in more, to experience more. You smiled as you looked over the room, trying to find a place where you and Copia could relax, away from the prying eyes of Sister Imperator. Yet your eyes stopped when they reached an ice statue you hadn’t noticed before. It was…a rat? You turned to Copia, your eyebrows raised and a smirk forming on your face. Copia looked at your face and it’s meaning registered in his mind, so he followed your gaze and a wave of realization washed over him when he understood.

“Ah! Si, the ice rat! A uh, nice touch, si? My idea, of course.” he said, and his childlike excitement sent a wave of comforting warmth through you. Oh Copia, dear sweet Copia.

You decided to lead him to the dance floor, where people were still dancing in all types of ways and styles.

You held out your hand to Copia again but he shook his head.

“No, sorella, I couldn’t. Non lo so..I don’t know how.” he quickly stated.

“That’s ok! Follow my lead!” you said, and before he could reply, you pulled him in. Into your arms, and into the mob of dancers. You couldn’t see it, but he both looked at you with immense focus, as he was trying to concentrate on what on earth to do. Yet the look of concentration wasn’t alone, it was accompanied by a look of awe. He thought you looked so beautiful.. if only you could know.

You two whirled along. You knew some people were watching, as you were dancing with Papa for Lucifer’s sake. You knew that on other nights, the feeling of all their eyes would’ve made you uncomfortable. But this time, you could barely recognize the fact that they were even on you in the first place. You were more focused on the unholy man you were absolutely enamored with. You smiled as he slowly began to get the hang of the dance. Within an instant, your feeling of happiness was overpowered by the feeling of pure thrill that was caused by the feeling of his fingers tightening comfortably against your waist, and his gloved hand meeting yours as the music carried on. He gazed at you with a look that captivated you. A smile, an intense one, but it wasn’t a smirk. You hoped for a moment, you prayed to the Fallen One, that maybe, just maybe, it was love. Out of nervousness, you began to talk.

“You know, I would’ve thought you’d have loved tonight! I was surprised when I saw you in that hallway!” you said, trying to speak louder than the music. After you said your thoughts though, you began to understand and realize more of why he might’ve preferred the quiet. You wouldn’t have minded the quiet either. As long as it was with him.

“Oh! Huh, ehehe, why do you think that, sorella?” He says, chuckling at the way the world is spinning around you two, at the joy of the moment.

“Well, because all of the partying!” you say, but quickly you realize how mistaken that statement is, and how you meant something so different.

“Huh? Cosa intendi?” he asked, very very confused, hoping you didn’t misunderstand his personality, his flirting as something different. Though he realized- to his dismay- you had not realized his flirting. It was funny though, because he had not realized yours.

“I’m sorry, that came out very wrong. I just meant that it seems like the kind of holiday celebration you’d appreciate. The closeness, the gift giving, the pretty dark decorations, snow. Oh! And the worship.” you all say, and he loves watching you talk. You watch his face as you say the words too, trying to soak up every single detail of how he processes your words.

“Oh..si, the worship, eh?” He says, quite awkwardly. Worship. Devotion. Giving your all, wishing for the all of another thing. What he felt for you.

You gave him a confused look, “Yes Pa- Copia. Worship.”

“Cara mia, the only thing I’m worshipping tonight is you.”

Your eyes grew wide with that statement, huge. You took in the man in front of you, and you felt your heart soar- did you hear him right? The music was so loud, you couldn’t tell. But the way he was looking at you, dear Satanas. You’d give yourself up at the alter if it meant feeling his soul collide with yours. A loud noise startled you, and the music shut off. The culprit of this interruption? Ah. Of course. Sister Imperator. She stood behind the very long table in the middle of it, facing everyone. She was the face of independence and organization. Oh no, she had a microphone. You felt Copia’s body way lightly next to yours and you realized your hands were still intertwined from the dancing. The thought that the two of you were still touching was seared into your mind. It burned your very existence. Should you pull away? You felt one of your fingers twitch and cursed yourself mentally. He looked over at you and you saw his eyes were also wide. Sister Imperator lifted the microphone to her mouth and the entire room held it’s breath.

“Siblings, Ghouls, Clergy, and others! Welcome to our annual Yule festivities! We thank each and every one of you for attending and giving devotion to the Dark One with us..”

Sister Imperator’s speech went on, but Copia was too focused on you to truly listen to it. Did you hear what he had said about worshipping you? Wait..no. His face burned red as he realized you might’ve taken it in a..different way. A sexual way. That you might’ve thought he wanted you that way. Did he want you that way? Well he knew the answer to that, but did you know the answer to that? Oh Lucifer. He cursed himself for how clumsy he was with his words. He felt himself grow warmer as he thought of how you might think of him now. But he hadn’t meant it in a sexual way. Well, he could mean it that way. If you wanted to- but still it was very early for that- but. All of his thoughts were a mess and jumbled together. He just meant he wanted to appreciate all of you. Give you his all, his devotion, his love. And maybe, have you return that? Though the more he thought about it, the more he realized how unlikely it was. And the sinking feeling he had begun to feel grew more until it took over his every emotion. He reluctantly let go of your hand, and you looked over at him, with a sad face. Wait, a sad face. He was so confused, highs and lows surrounded every thought in his head.

After a minute of blocking out Sister Imperator’s speech, and thinking, he decided that this was Yule, the celebration of the returning of the light, and of the Dark One. That he must have hope.

Little did he know, you were thinking the exact same thing.

You two longed for each other. Must unbeknownst to you both. And soon enough, you both had tuned back in to the speech, as you both processed it was nearing it’s end.

“May this holiday of Yule bring you many joys and connections with our Unholy Father! Nema. Let the festivities continue!” Sister Imperator said. Just as she lowered the microphone from her mouth, and was scanning across the room, her hawk-like eyes finally landed on you two.

“You.” you both saw her mouth from across the room, and your eyes grew wide. You turned to Copia and saw as his eyes widened as well, and he tensed immediately. Suddenly his eyes began to move and you looked back over, to follow them. Sister Imperator had begun to move across the room, and was heading towards you two. And she certainly did NOT look like a ray of sunshine at the moment.

You grabbed Copia’s arm and tugged on his sleeve.

“Copia, go, go!” you said, and begun to pull him along with you. You both raced out of the room, your hearts beating heart, and people parting to watch you two. You entered the hallway and heard Sister Imperator yell something behind you two, but all you could do was laugh. And laugh hard. Suddenly Copia began too. And you kept running, hearing the clacking of her heels on the stone floor a ways behind you two. In all the excitement, you hadn’t noticed that Copia had moved from your grip, and put his gloved hand in yours. You raced through the hallway, making it echo with laughter and your footsteps, running past random Siblings, the occasional pair of people who had abandoned the party to make out in the hallway, you both ran past statues and paintings, through more hallways and past many doors. Before you knew it the sound of Sister Imperator following you two had faded away but either you didn’t notice or you didn’t care. Copia didn’t seem to acknowledge either of those, he was laughing too. Suddenly, you two came to a pair of huge doors. You both slammed into one, and it opened.

A wave of cold hit you, along with a large amount of beautiful snowflakes. You stumbled into the snowy outside world, still laughing. And Copia stumbled with you, always willing to follow. You gazed around as you laughed, then suddenly turned to Copia.

“Come on!” you said, and began to pull Copia along again. He followed and you both raced in the snow, almost tripping, but feeling too free and happy to care. You stopped when you both reached a calm area. The sounds of the party were barely audible. You were by a small cemetery that was on the grounds, surrounded by trees. But you were still close to the Abbey, it was all so connected. You slowed and caught your breath. You looked over at Copia, who to your surprise, was looking at you. He looked happy and free, more carefree than you’d ever seen him. He looked hopeful, and at the same time- hungry.

Much to your surprise, he began moving towards you, the snow falling around you both made it seem all the more important and beautiful. He reached you, and for a split second, it seemed as if your souls really were colliding. Not on the alter as you’d imagined earlier, but here. In the cold snow, in a world of your own with him.

His lips quickly connected with yours as he decided to collide with you in a different way. He wanted you, in any way you would give yourself, he would take any and all of you. His hands came up to your face, as if to cradle it, cherishing every single mark on your skin, admiring how every snowflake looked upon you. He seemed to worship you. As he’d said. You felt worshipped.

This was what he had meant. He moved his lips against yours and he reveled in the way that your body was against him, making him feel warm despite the frozen world around you two. Like you had thought earlier, right now, you were surrounded by a world full of darkness and at the same time, the most comforting warmth. With his arms around you, and a unspoken promise of worship, you felt that feeling the snow had given you before. A feeling of loneliness and significance, an intimate comfort. But this time it wasn’t loneliness, it was love. It was the feeling of having the world all to yourself, with the one person that truly mattered.

So the snow fell around you two, as the world seemed to excuse itself from your minds for a while. Leaving you two to bask in the cold air of winter, on the night of Yule, and simply, wonderfully, and wholly, worship each other.

Authors note: hello! i hope you guys enjoyed this! i plan on making more copia fics very soon! take care of yourself!!

i’d like to give credit to: @gggoldfinch for all their hard work and their amazing fic: Cemetary Gates!! Some themes in this were greatly inspired by their work, and their fic is by far the best Copia x reader I have ever read!

the grucifix artwork is done by the one and only: @gothdaddyissues

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Italian Translations:

Le mie scuse, sorella! Stai bene? - My apologies, sister! Are you ok?

Sì, sì, grazie - Yes, yes, thank you

Molto bene - Very good

Sorella - Sister

Sono ipnotizzato - I’m hypnotized

Mi dispiace, ero - I’m sorry, I was…

È così? - Is that so?

Si, vedo - Yes, I see.

Per te, gentile sorella. Sempre e solo per te. - For you, kind sister. Always and only for you.

Non io so… - I don’t know…

Cosa intendi? - What do you mean?

Cara mia - my dear

𝘼𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝘼𝘿𝙃𝘿! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 hc

pairings: aether ghoul x reader

summary: these are my headcanons for how aether would be with a reader who has adhd!

warnings: descriptions of adhd overstimulation, stress, anxiety

rating: SFW, entirely fluff

authors note: so i haven’t seen much stuff about how the ghouls would be with someone who has ADHD, and as someone who has ADHD, i thought it might be nice to get some out there! and aether’s my favorite so i thought he’d be a nice start.

also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

• this ghoul’s so sweet and caring he’d get you anything you need

• if you feel the need to rant about your current hyperfixation, he’ll sit there and listen for hours, just consuming the information

• and if you need any background noise, he can provide that too, he’ll sit with you and gently play soft tunes on his guitar as you speak

• if there’s a party at the Ministry and you’re getting overstimulated, he’ll whisk you away to a quiet area where you can bask in the silence and darkness

• or if you don’t need that- he’ll put his big strong hands over your ears for as long as you need

• you guys share fidget toys, he has so much energy sometimes

• he’ll remind you to eat, get water, take care of yourself

• if you’re having trouble with chores cause of procrastinating, he’ll help! sometimes he even makes games to help, or give you a kiss with every step! he actually makes it quite fun

• if you “power off” after overstimulating situations, he’ll kinda just sit there in your room, ready to get anything if you need, trying to make sure your environment is calming

• he’s an impulsive and chaotic ghoul himself, so you’re doing something random or something that just scratches your brain right, he’ll join in!

• sometimes as a way to show his love, he’ll buy you something that has to do with your current hyperfixation. for example, if you have a one on a certain animal, he’ll buy you a plush or a work of art of that animal. if it’s of a book, he’ll buy you the next book in the series.

• though he never gives you these gifts himself

• he just leaves them on your bed

• for a while you didn’t even know who they were from- and you got a little scared-

• that is, until swiss spoiled that he saw him sneaking into your room

• you were less scared then.

authors note: should i make a part 2?? ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (please i need requests, i beg of you)

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

⊱ ────── {⋅.𖤐 𐕣♱ ✯ ♱𐕣 𖤐.⋅} ────── ⊰

FOR GHOST:

Cardinal Copia-

“Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me” - Cardinal Copia x reader: Chapter I

Papa Emeritus IV-

“Nothing Wrong With That” - Papa Emeritus IV x reader

“Come Together - Yule Celebration” Papa Emeritus IV x reader

Copia x hurt florist! reader (headcanons)

Mountain-

Mountain x chronically fatigued! reader (headcanons)

Aether-

Aether x adhd! reader (headcanons)

FOR HANNIBAL:

Hannibal-

cervi e consumo (hannibal x reader): chapter 1, chapter 2,

IM NOT CRYING, I HAVE MUMMY DUST IN MY EYE — 😭

Copia with a plus sized reader who's insecure about their body?

I've got two asks about plus size readers in my inbox, and I'm more than happy to oblige - because this is literally me. This is PURE self-indulgence. It's also a fic I wrote for another fandom a while back, repurposed and reworked for Copia...

Mature. 18+ MDNI!

Copia (as Papa) x female!reader

Words: 4k

TW/ plus size reader, insecurity, self-hatred, self-esteem issues, first time together, praise kink, teasing, squirting, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering

Your hands shook a little as you stared into your bathroom mirror, breathing deeply to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were trying so hard to stay calm, to feel comfortable and even a little excited, but it just wasn’t coming to you. All you felt was sick, anxious beyond belief.

Tonight was supposed to be the night; you’d planned every detail. You’d asked Papa to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You’d invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship. But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions… You still hadn’t given yourself to him completely.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sleep with him; of course, you did. You adored him and he adored you, and he was the most wonderful man you had ever laid eyes on but that was exactly the problem; he was just too wonderful for you… That’s what the voice in the back of your head would scream at you, at least. Papa Emeritus IV, the man all the Siblings of Sin would swoon over... How on earth he found you attractive, you just couldn’t understand. If the congregation knew you were dating, if they got a look at you, well you know exactly what they would say…

Not good enough.

Too fat.

Ugly.

Like a whale.

Papa deserves better.

And who’s to say they were wrong. Next to a Papa, some of the prettiest siblings you knew would get the same abuse. The thoughts plagued your mind constantly and made intimacy incredibly difficult for you.

But tonight, you wanted it to be the night. You knew Copia wanted you, wanted to be with you in every sense of the phrase and you so desperately wanted to give him that.

But now here you were, locked in your en suite bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror in the lingerie you had bought to surprise him specially. It was beautiful; a fitted and corseted bodysuit with stunning black lace and red embroidered roses along the cups of the bra and down your torso. The bottom mesh was a perfectly fitted thong, and suspender clips hung from the seam, attached to some very basic black sheer stockings up to your mid-thigh.

But you hated it. It was beautiful, but you weren’t so sure about it now that Copia was waiting in your bedroom and seemingly unaware of what you had planned. You’d simply told him you were going to get ready for bed and slipped into the bathroom, where you’d already prepared the outfit.

You’d perhaps been in there just a little too long, losing track of time as you stared at yourself whilst your inner monologue gave you a pep-talk.

Three light knocks on the door were enough to wake you from your little trance as Copia's voice filtered through the wood.

“Uh, tesoro? Are you quite alright in there?” he asked, concerned and pressing his ear up to the door.

You didn’t answer right away; you couldn’t. You were stunned into silence and really not sure what you were going to do in this situation… But no, you wanted to be brave. You wanted to be with him, to face your fears and just pray that he found you attractive in the same way you did him.

“Uh, y-yeah…” you voice shook. Even to your own ears, you didn’t sound right.

“Are you sure?” he asked, insistent. “Can you let me in?” he asked, trying the door handle a little. You quickly whipped your long bathrobe from the back of the door where it always hung, and slipped into it, covering your lingerie with only your feet in your stockings poking out. Once covered head to toe, you let him in, hugging yourself tight as you sat on the closed toilet lid.

“What is it, cara mio? Are you sick?” he asked, concern on his gorgeous face as he knelt in front of you, placing the back of his palm to your forehead to check your temperature. You just shook your head a little, biting your lip. You were too embarrassed, felt too silly to tell him what had actually kept you in the bathroom for so long.

“What is it, hmm?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked down at yourself, the way you were wrapped up and suddenly, you felt a wash of emotion overcoming you.

Tears stung your eyes and threatened to fall, and you could barely look him in the eye as you clutched the material of your robe.

“I-I… I just wanted to surprise you…” Your voice cracked, a tear falling down without permission. Of course, he saw, and his concern only grew.

“Tesoro, what is it? Surprise me how?” he asked, wiping the tear away with his thumb.

“I-I b-bought… a pretty… set and I… I don’t feel pretty in it… I wanted tonight to be so… s-special,” you sobbed, more tears spilling down your cheeks. Copia's heart broke for you, but he still wasn’t entirely sure what you were getting at. At least, not until he looked you over and noticed the sheer black of the stocking you were wearing underneath the robe.

Suddenly it made sense. You wanted tonight to be special… a pretty set… you didn’t feel pretty… He understood what you were trying to say.

“Hey, cara mio… Look at me, sì?” he soothed, gently tilting your chin to bring your eyes to meet his. “Whatever you’ve got on underneath this robe, I know you’re going to look bellissima. You do in anything you wear. But there’s no rush, okay? If you’re not ready, nothing has to happen until you are. I’m just happy being with you.”

His words only made you sob harder; such a sweet and understanding man.

“B-but I am ready, Copia… I want you, and I want you to want me I just feel so… so… fat,” you practically cried, bowing your head and burying your face in your hands to hide the blush that crept up onto it. Copia's heart ached to see you this way, so insecure and upset.

“Sweetheart, no… No, no no… Come here,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, drawing your body close to his in a tight hug. “Why do a few extra pounds have to be a bad thing? Why do you think that would make me decide I wasn’t attracted to you, eh?”

You could respond, letting the tears fall softly, staining his shoulder.

“Amore, I adore you. I think you’re beautiful, and believe me, I… I really do… want you,” he got a littleshy then, the two of you never having spoken of the subject before, happy to just let it slide for the first two months together. This was far from the confident Papa he usually portrayed.

You sat yourself up from cuddling into him, taking a deep breath and looking down at your hands in your lap, blinking away the tears.

“You do?” you asked sheepishly, still afraid he was just being polite.

“So much, I just… I figured you wanted to wait, and I’m okay with that so I never pushed you. I thought you’d have your reasons, and I was right, eh? But if you want me, cara mio…” he gently placed the tip of his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “you can have me.”

You bit your lip a little, your eyes wondering down to look at his lips; so perfect and soft. Kissing him was like a dream every single time, and when his lips moved to connect with yours again, the tension you were holding in your shoulders simply melted away.

He held your cheek, caressing his thumb over the flush that had risen to the surface and your lips started to move in sync, perfectly matched up with one another. He pulled away and smiled softly, standing up and pulling you with your hands too, guiding you back over to the mirror.

“You see this?” he says, standing behind you, looking at your reflection. “Beautiful. Every single inch. Every stretch mark. Every roll. All the cellulite. You are beautiful, from here,” he tapped the top of your head, “to here,” he tapped his toes against yours. “And tesoro, the thought of getting to be with you, to see you in all your glory, dressed up in this,” he pulled the edge of the robe, exposing your shoulder just enough that one side of the bodysuit became exposed, “or completely on display for me… It drives me absolutely pazzo... (insane...)”

Your heart rate quickened when he pulled the edge of the robe, so careful not to go too far, to push you into what you didn’t want. He was slow, methodical, and you could see the way his eyes darkened as he looked you over in your reflection.

He pressed some feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hands slowly and carefully pulling on the robe against you to expose more of the stunning set you had on for him. His lips stayed attached to your shoulder, but his eyes were watching you in the mirror, watching the way you relaxed your arms to let the robe fall and pool around your feet.

And then his hands were on your waist, his body moving closer to yours as his lips travelled up your neck.

“Amore mio, (my love),” he muttered against your neck, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across the expanse of exposed skin.

“Copia?” you asked, wanting his full attention. His eyes lifted to look at you again, his lips hovering over your neck.

“Hm?” he hummed. You turned around in his grasp, his arms naturally finding purchase on your waist and pulling you against him. You leaned into him, lips merely millimetres from his.

“Take me to bed…” You spoke so softly, and Copia's lips spread to form the prettiest smile, his eyes creasing in the most endearing happiness as his hands dropped to yours, linking your fingers together. He walked backwards, guiding you with him – the robe long forgotten along with your insecurity – and when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he stopped, sitting on the edge.

His eyes drifted over your body, from head to toe, taking in every square inch he could lay his eyes on and admiring just how beautiful you looked all dressed up for him. He considered himself the luckiest man in the world.

He reached for your waist against, pulling you to stand between his knees and encouraging you to bend down to kiss him, which frankly you could never resist.

You ran your fingers through his hair and planted your lips to his so softly, feeling the way he took a deep breath in and slowly released it in absolute bliss. The way you moulded together felt like it was meant to be, like two magnets attracted each other, unable to resist the polarity.

You let your hands run down to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and pulling it from where it was tucked into the hem of his trousers. Without hesitation, you slipped your hands under the shirt at his shoulders and guided it off him, his chest on full display.

Upon instinct, you brought your knee up to the outside of his thigh, leaning yourself on the mattress without once ever disconnecting your lips. Copia shuffled backwards, allowing you the room to push yourself up to straddle his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you.

Already, Copia was growing hotter, his heart racing, his pants tightening. Here he was, with the most beautiful woman in the most beautiful lingerie at his fingertips, and the both of you swimming in a sea of passion and adoration. He’d wanted this for just as long as you had, fantasised about what you might look like completely bare for him, engulfed in lust and need.

He shuffled back just a little more, leaving enough room to be able to remove his trousers, kicking them off and resuming your kiss. He let his hands trail patterns against the embroidery on the bodysuit, lightly tracing each flower as his kisses travelled down to your neck, your collarbone, all the way to the edge of the bra cups that held your breasts together. His fingers played with the straps, teasing taking them down for a few moments before he did just that, letting you remove your arms from them as he pulled the bodysuit down just enough to let your breasts spill out.

Like a man possessed, his lips immediately were on you, kissing the flesh and suckling at your nipple while his hands supported the rest. He loved how you felt, loved how pillowy soft you were. He shut his eyes and lost himself, completely overcome with the need to worship you this way, and you couldn’t help but watch him with your lips parted, little whines and whimpers falling effortlessly from them.

He just could not get enough of you, no matter how much of you there was to enjoy.

“C-Copia?” you called to him as your hips started to move involuntarily against him. You could feel just how hard he was below you, straining against his underwear and without thinking you just couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against it. You needed him; it had been too long, you had waited too long. You both needed this. Now.

He looked up at you, coming up for air as he whispered, “I’m here, tesoro. I’m here…” His hands slid down to your hips again, guiding them against him as you pushed your lips to his in a far more desperate and messy kiss, both of you so far into this intense lust that you couldn’t hold yourself back.

He guided you to swivel, to climb off him and onto your back up against the pillows and he crawled on his knees over you. Neither of you came away from the kiss still, your tongues too entranced in their dance to be separated now.

He held your thighs up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he hovered above you and holding you there as he pushed his hips against the mesh of your bodysuit. His fingers toyed with the suspender clips, snapping them open and feeling the softness of your upper thigh.

For a moment, he sat up on his knees, his hands now resting on your own knees and just marvelled at you, laying there for him in something so exquisitely tempting. But he needed you as much as you needed him, the hardness of his length becoming quite uncomfortable with little to no stimulation.

He focussed his touch on one thigh, gripping the edge of the stocking and slowly dragging it down whilst he leaned over your legs to pepper kisses to the newly exposed skin, moving his lips to chase the seam until it was cast aside, and he could replicate the display on your other leg. The care he took, the way he pressed such glorious open-mouthed kisses to your skin had your patience wearing thinner and thinner, getting more and more desperate with each kiss.

You sat up with him to kiss him once more, with all the heat and urgency you had coursing through your veins. Your hands were fumbling with the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down his hips with far less patience than he had had for your stockings. But you just couldn’t help it; here was one fo the most wonderful - and powerful - men you had ever had the pleasure of being around, and he was worshipping you, inch by glorious inch. You needed him.

He took over when the material hit his knees, lifting each one by one to shuffle out of them further and kick them off whilst you worked on pushing the already half-rolled down body suit down to your hips, but that’s when he stopped you.

“May I?” he asked, so sweetly and gently, his eyes dark and hooded as he looked down at you, lips parted and breathless. You let go of the material to cup his cheeks, nodding as you leaned in to him oce more. But he wanted to watch as he undressed you, to reveal you to himself completely.

He guided you back onto your back, your hands around the back of his head playing with the hairs at the base of his neck as you took some deep breaths. You weren’t nervous anymore, just trying your best to stay calm and not rush things. You could tell he wanted to savour this, to really enjoy every moment of your first time together.

He sat back on his knees again, gripping the rolled material and slowly, he pulled it further and further down to expose your tummy first of all. He had never admitted it to you, but this might have been his favourite part of your beautiful body. The cuddles he could have with you were some of the softest, and the way you felt under his touch and how you looked when you wore certain clothes that accentuated each curve were just heaven. Never had he met a woman who felt more like a woman to him; you felt like home.

He glided his fingertips from between your breasts, down over the softness of your tummy, pressing down to see the way they sank into your flesh a little. He was mesmerised by you, using his hands to play with your tummy, moulding it like dough just because it felt so nice…

But soon, he resumed his previous task and began to drag the bodysuit further down your body, until he was dragging the material from your feet and leaving you completely uncovered.

He pounced on you then, hungry and eager to feel you, to press himself against you just to know how it felt. His lips found yours and your legs parted for him to situate himself between comfortably. You could feel the way his length pressed against you, and you realised you hadn’t even seen him yet, too focussed on feelings and too overcome with the need to have him inside you. Now you could feel him, you realised just how large he was and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through you, pooling between your legs and coating him in warm delight.

He moaned against your lips, his hips rutting against you a few times, hands grabbing at your bulging waistline.

“C-Copia please, need you… Wanna feel you,” you begged, forcing eye contact with him as he hovered above you.

“Of course, amore, need you ready though…” he breathed in his deepest octave, dropping from the usual resonance you were used to in his lustful haze. His hand slipped between the two of you, two fingers sliding through the wetness of your folds and slowly yet easily pushing into you.

You moaned at the contact, finally able to feel something where you needed it. He moved them in and out of you a few times, curling them slowly to reach the most sensitive areas before dragging them out again and using the very same hand to coat his cock in your wetness.

He lined himself up, pushed the underside of your thigh up for a better angle, and started to sink into you, stretching and filling you so beautifully you were sure he was simply made for you. He grit his teeth together as he did so, his lips curling back to expose them as his eyes were diverted to watch himself become sheathed inside you. It drove him absolutely wild, and before long his hips began to roll against you.

“Perfetta… cosí perfetta (perfect...so perfect),” he mumbled, his forehead dipping to rest against the softness of your breast to support himself enough as he floated into a state of hypnosis, hips moving of their own accord and never losing rhythm, rolling and using the perfect angle to really dive into you as far as the position would allow him.

You moaned his name, fingers in his hair yet again. You loved it, adored how long it was getting and the peppering of greys around his temples - and it was perfect for keeping yourself steady in this moment. The way he filled you was simply divine, and how he managed to press every button inside you was simply a mystery that no other man had even dreamt of solving. Yet here he was – your perfect Papa – making you feel things only you had ever been able to give yourself before.

“You’re perfect, amore... So perfect for me, so good for me… Doing so well,” he mumbled over and over again against your breast between light and open-mouthed kisses. He was truly lost in pleasure, lost in the passion of finally giving yourselves to each other.

He spewed a constant string of praises despite him doing most of the work, his adoration for you pouring out of him.

“Copia, sweetie, look at me,” you panted, pulling lightly at his hair to bring him back to hovering above you, his eyes hooded and dark, watching you carefully. His hips slowed, but not to a complete stop, still mindlessly rolling against you. “I love you…” you uttered, breathy and gravelling, thick with pleasure.

His lips twitched into a smirk, then spread into a wide grin and a chuckle. “I love you too, tesoro…”

“Thank you for… mmm, thank you for m-making me… oh, Luficer, making me feel beautiful,” you said between moans as his hips starts to roll against yours at a faster pace again, still hitting your tender spots so accurately.

“You are beautiful, cara mio. So, so… beautiful,” he grunted, fighting the urge to go faster, harder. But you most certainly wanted him to.

“M-more, Copia. Please…” you asked, and immediately he groaned and let go of his own restrictions. His pace quickened, thrusts became far harsher as he lost himself. This new pace was exhilarating, and you could feel that same pleasure from before building and building.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, crying out at the way he made you feel. Your headboard banged harshly against the wall with each thrust from the sheer power of his hips.

“Fuck, cara…” he growled, using one hand to steady himself on the headboard above you and the other to snake between you both, somehow co-ordinating his fingers to his thrusts as he circled your clit.

This new pleasure, this new sensation sent further shockwaves through your body and it simply didn’t take long for you to get to the edge, desperately trying to hold off and prolong the feeling for a more intense climax.

Copia could feel the way you clenched around him, the way your fingers tightened in his hair and all your muscles tensed and he knew you were close.

“That’s it, care. Cum for me, it’s okay. Cum, feel good, tesoro. Just let go,” he repeated himself, praising you over and over which finally drove you over the edge.

It hit you like a freight train, like you could feel yourself being catapulted through the air and flying on cloud nine while wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. Your release squirted from your pussy with every outward thrust Copia made, your cum coating his entire cock and pelvis and the inside of your thighs, finding its way to the blankets below you.

Copia's hips slowed just marginally, but his fingers still remained on your clit and both feelings guided you through it. It was far more intense than any orgasm another man had ever given you, and you weren’t even aware that you could squirt, let alone this much. But the combination of his ministrations, his thrusts, his praise and simply him were enough to bring it out of you.

You truly felt like you were floating when you came back down, spaced out and barely coherent. You could hear Copia grunting as he continued to fuck into you, now using the hand from between your legs to grip your hip again, using how your flesh felt in his hands to get him closer and closer to his own edge.

The blend of this, the added arousal from watching and feeling you squirt and the way you throbbed in the afterglow of your orgasm sent him spiralling, warm strings of cum shooting from his cock deep inside you. He filled you with it, his own orgasm so intense that his grip on the headboard was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into you, totally spent.

The two of you stayed that way for a few moments, out of breath and lost in post-coital bliss until eventually, Copia moved from between your legs to dump his body next to yours, resting his head on the softness of your breast.

“I…I wanted that for so long,” he admitted, chuckling to himself and still out of breath. You couldn’t muster any words back just yet, simply giggling and letting him bask in the afterglow. “You’re so beautiful, t-ti amo, tesoro...”

“I love you too, Copia… Shit, y-you… you made me feel like… a queen,” you panted, smiling.

“Good. That’s exactly what you are,” he reminded you, turning onto his side fully now and looking down at you, resting on his elbow. “Mia regina... (my queen)...”

“Hmmm,” you hummed in affirmation, and he leaned down to kiss your lips again, softer than the last time he had.

Never had you felt more loved, more gorgeous, than you did with that man. You had been so self-conscious in the beginning, so terrified of what others would think of you.

But to him, you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet. And above all, you were his.