honeyynymphh

[honeyynymphh]

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Cardinal Copia/Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus III & Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus II & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus II, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: POV First Person, Swearing, Dark, Italiano | Italian, Français | French, 19th Century, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Mild Blood, Threats, Bodice-Ripper, Superstition, Catholic Character, Face Slapping, Humiliation, Captivity, Eventual Smut, Wine, Sexual Tension, Non-Consensual Kissing, Undressing, Tattoos, Forced Orgasm, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Graphic Violence, Strangulation, Angst, Intercrural Sex, Virginity, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Fingering, First Time, Creampie, Vaginal Sex, Loss of Faith, Action & Romance, Pain Summary:

A lonely stroll down by the Caribbean shoreline goes terribly wrong.

#MY FAVOURITE!!!!! #fic rec #cardinal copia x reader

[honeyynymphh]

G'day! I'm Roach. I'm a child of the 20th century and I'm a lover of gothic fiction and gothic romance. Yearning for an era before the algorithm, desperate for this old Satanic pope named Copia. You'll also find a very good helping of Vincent Price thirst here, and a lot of Balder's Gate 3!

Minors, please do not interact with my blog or my work.

I write Ghost fic! Please find links to my fics under the cut. There are links to the Ao3 page, and also to the original tumblr post I shared them here with.*

Please read the tags in the individual fics -- I write smut that might be upsetting.

A Problem of Mind and Body 5,900 words (explicit) x

The Cardinal creeps into your room at night, intent on teaching you a lesson about the value of obedience, and the joys therein.

Poor Beast in the Catacombs 9646 words (Chapter 2/3) (explicit) x

Hiatus because writing hard but chapter 3 is coming i prommy. i do this for free. im getting there.

Quiet had been the want you bore for the Cardinal. He seemed a man so devout in his studies of the Satanic faith that you had considered him, perhaps, uninterested in that most delicious of Sins - Lust.

It is at Mass one night that you realise perhaps this may not be true, and you can no longer silence those lascivious thoughts and fantasies - but it is on his terms that these passions will be unbound.

Dark are the catacombs - but there are pleasures to be found there, if only you submit to the shadows.

Cover art here by @meowsaidmissy - it is beyond gorgeous!!!

Also, peep this incredible artwork and this gorgeous artwork, both by @meowsaidmissy

What You Deserve 5819 words x

When the terrible inferno consumes you, catharsis comes bloody and destructive.

Perhaps, though, you do not deserve this.

Ritual and Ruination 6911 words (explicit) x

Cardinal Copia has been avoiding you all day, and you do your best to respect his need for space - but when he backs out of Mass with no warning, you're sure something is wrong. When you go to check on him... well, you're not ready for what you find.

Ritual magic can have very strange, very delightful side effects.

A Violent Shower 3979 words (explicit) x

In which the Cardinal makes promises in front of the entire audience - promises that are up to you to fulfil after the show.

Sacrificing Nothing 2761 words x

You thought he knew you better than this - but still, you find out he wants to ask the impossible of you... to be his Prime Mover. But really, what were you thinking was going to happen? He is Papa. This is the way of things, isn't it?

Late Night Worship 4864 words (explicit) x

After watching the Cardinal’s… exertions… on stage, you’re having trouble getting to sleep. There’s something about him that you can’t get out of your head. Perhaps you need a little bit of exertion yourself before bed?

Tumblr only fics/ficlets/headcanons:

Headshot - fic (explicit), inspired by this Ghost chapter: x

Pantysniffing Copia - ficlets (explicit), what it says on the label

Being able to distinguish fantasy from reality is literally SO sexy.

*NOTE: my fics are exactly where I want them. Do not ever repost. My fic are currently locked to AO3 users only due to data scraping concerns — go get an account! It's worth it, I promise!

[pinned edited 14/07/2023]

#💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #fic rec #cardinal copia x reader #papa iv x reader

[honeyynymphh]

Hello! You can call me Oak or Oakie 💙

Here’s all my writing! At the moment I only write for the band Ghost.  Please note my page is largely NSFW, so 18+ only. Minors please do not interact. I only post my fics here or on Archive of Our Own. Please do not post them anywhere else OR put them into any sort of AI program.

My fics as of 11/7/23:

The Cardinal's Bride ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ A Romantic Adventure in the Old West: After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

The Cardinal's Bride is the first part in The Outlaw Brides series! Please visit the series Masterpost to see everything else I've written for it 💙

New Fics:

Copia on ICE! ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ At what would probably be your final Winter Olympics you needed to focus on realizing your dream of winning gold. You definitely didn't need to start a whirlwind romance with world famous speed skater Copia Emeritus...

The Vampire's Bride ~ Part One / Two / Three ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ A retelling of my Western AU The Cardinal's Bride but with vampires.

Care Package ~ Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ You take care of Copia after he gets sick at the end of the tour

Ring Ring ~ Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ Your work day is interrupted by a phone call from Copia

A Gift Of Bones ~ Terzo x Omega ~ Terzo is adjusting to his life as…whatever he is. With Omega by his side and his brothers back there isn't much else he could ask for. Except maybe a pulse.

My Other Fics:

In His Name ~ Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ You and Copia spend some time worshipping the Olde One.

I Love You, I Like You ~ Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ Copia is there to help you when you need him the most

Invisible Touch ~ Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ You decide to give your Papa a call while he's busy in his office

Ring Ring ~ Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ Your work day is interrupted by a phone call from Copia

Don't Go ~ Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ While trying to convince Papa to cancel the tour you end up confessing how you feel about him

Smudge ~ Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ Copia drags you into his office to show off his new sparkly jacket

Feeling Blah ~ Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ Your Papa comforts you when you're feeling off

Them Rats ~ Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ Copia makes a special dinner to celebrate the birthday's of one of his rats

Little Hands ~ A ritual goes wrong and the Papas are being hunted...

A Lil Somethin' Somethin' ~ Chapters 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 ~ Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ Copia gives you a lil gift before taking you out for dinner

Play Ball ~ Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ You weren't the only one that loved that baseball uniform

Best Folk Album ~ The Ghouls attempt to cheer up their Papa after his Grammy loss

Copia Is Terrible At Telling Scary Stories ~ 1 / 2 / 3 ~ Papa tries and fails to tell you some scary tales of the abbey

Ratte Art ~ Cardinal Copia x GN Reader ~ Coffeeshop AU ~ Omega helps Copia deal with a customer that doesn't appreciate his latte art

Rainy Kisses ~ Cardinal Copia x GN Reader ~ You confess your feelings to Cardinal Copia and share some kisses in the rain.

Yay Satan Day ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ Copia does his best to distract you from your job

His Dark Song ~ Chapters: 1 ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ A man covered in occult tattoos, a difficult ritual, sex magic…would you be able to survive months alone with Cardinal Copia?

Satan's Toy Box ~ Cardinal Copia x GN Reader ~ As the owner of the local sex toy shop you find yourself developing a crush on a Cardinal from the local Satanic church

A Man After Midnight ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ Copia had the best ass in the abbey

Falling ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ How long can casual sex with Cardinal Copia stay casual?

The Late Assistant ~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ You're very late for a late night meeting with the Cardinal

The Pants ~ Cardinal Copia x Reader ~ You help the Cardinal get dressed

A Gift Of Bones ~ Terzo x Omega ~ Terzo is adjusting to his life as…whatever he is. With Omega by his side and his brothers back there isn't much else he could ask for. Except maybe a pulse.

The Morningstar ~ Terzo x Female Reader ~ Stealing from cowboys was easy, but you might have met your match in The Morningstar

The Perfect Afternoon ~ Terzo x Female Reader ~ After One Dance you impatiently wait to hear from Duca Terzo

One Dance ~ Terzo x Female Reader ~ Duca Terzo Emeritus was too charming for his own good

Please, Cardinal ~ Terzo x Female Reader ~ You meant to share your biggest secret with Papa Primo during confession, but unfortunately Cardinal Terzo is there instead

Satan's Dick ~ Terzo x GN Reader ~ Terzo won't leave you alone while you're on an important conference call

Yes, Cardinal ~ Terzo x Female Reader ~ Cardinal Terzo eavesdrops on your phone call

My Husband is Now Bones ~ Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 ~ Terzo x Omega ~ Omega will do anything to bring his Papa back

Cartoon Copias ~ Terzo comforts a Sister of Sin after she starts doubting her talent

Promises ~ Terzo x Female Reader ~ Terzo always kept his promises

140 Shades of Terzo masterlist ~ There was a list of 140 smut prompts and I decided to write a drabble for each featuring our dear Papa Emeritus III, Terzo

Breakfast in Bed ~ Secondo x Female Reader ~ The perfect start to your new life as a vampire

Distraction ~ Secondo x Female Reader ~ Teasing Secondo during mass might not have been the best idea, but you couldn't help yourself

A Single Kiss ~ Secondo x GN Reader ~ You need a very specific type of kiss from your Papa

Shut Up ~ Secondo x GN Reader ~ Secondo had been avoiding you for weeks now and you were desperate to find out why

Sap ~ Secondo x GN Reader ~ Prep for a ritual has kept you away from your Papa and you both are feeling the strain

Sliding Home ~ Secondo x Female Reader ~ You manage to convince Secondo to have his own Ghaseball moment

And I'm Yours ~ Secondo x Female Reader ~ Secondo has you help him with a ritual when he catches someone flirting with you

Drenched ~ Secondo X Female Reader ~ You were drenched

Payback ~ Secondo x Female Reader ~ Your Papa wants you to be quiet

What You See ~ Primo x GN Reader ~ Primo needs you to tell him what you see when you look at him

Nema ~ Primo x Female Reader ~ You and Cardinal Primo perform a ritual together

Dumbasses ~ Cardinal Primo attempts to help his younger brother Terzo navigate some hurt feelings

Time's Up ~ Primo prepares himself for a ritual and ponders his future

#fic rec #cardinal copia x reader #papa iii x reader #💕💕

[honeyynymphh]

fic masterlist

black light guides you /status: complete, multi-chapter /pairing: resurrected!terzo x female oc

a perpetual rise / status: ongoing, sequel to black light guides you, multi-chapter / pairing: resurrected!terzo x female oc

burn with me /status: ongoing, multi-chapter / pairing: dracopia x female oc

cirice /status: one-shot, complete / vampire!papa emeritus iii x female!reader

the sads / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iv x gender neutral reader (hurt/comfort)

restroom detour / status: one-shot, complete, part of the pinnacle lounge series / cardinal copia x female!reader

kazoo comfort / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iii x gender neutral reader (hurt/comfort/angst/fluff?)

la bella luna / status: complete, part of the pinnacle lounge series / papa emeritus ii x female!reader

somethin' spooky / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iv x female!reader

the rose / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iii (angst and humor)

upiór / status: complete, multi-chapter / papa emeritus iii x female!reader, cardinal copia x female!reader

road rage / status: one-shot / cardinal copia x female!reader

oops / status: one-shot / cardinal copia x succubus!reader

cemetery stroll / status: one-shot / werewolf! papa emeritus ii x female!reader

the wedding guest /status: ones-shot / papa emeritus iii x female!reader

have some sympathy and some taste / status: one-shot / dracopia x female!reader

the cardinal’s cure / status: one-shot / cardinal terzo x female!reader

devotion / status: one-shot / cardinal copia x female!reader

the devil's damsel / status: ongoing / cardinal secondo x female!reader (please read the warnings for this one!)

gloves / status: one-shot / cardinal terzo x female!reader

wrong place, right time / status: one-shot / papa emeritus iv x female!reader

prompts / primo / secondo / terzo / cardi / popia

updated 9.7.23

#fic rec #cardinal copia x reader #papa iii x reader #🥰🥰🥰

[honeyynymphh]

Papa Emeritus III Masterpost

Pastimes of a retired Papa 1 | 2 | 3 | NSFW | 21,000 words

Papa III x Fem Reader After a stressful time at work a new friend recommends a special package offered at The Ministry Spa resort. After the perfect day of pampering you meet your personal masseuse who is very very invested in making your experience as pleasurable as possible.

New Years Party | NSFW | 8,000 words

Papa III x Fem Reader When your work organises a New Years Eve party to thank you all for your hard work there is only one person you want to take as your plus one.

Sam and the series of disastrous dates 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | WIP

OFC x OMC Sam has watched her new best friend fall in love with the man of her dreams but when will it be her turn? We follow Sam on some of her dating adventures and see if she will ever meet her dream man.

Pomegranate Noir | NSFW | 4,000 words

Papa III x Fem Reader Papa Emeritus III knows the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day. Will you be willing to assist?

Teasing kisses |  600 words

Papa III x Reader You have a little fun when Papa tries to distract you from your work

Kiss me just to kiss me | 900 words

Papa III x Reader Papa struggles not to let his mask slide in front of a sibling of sin.

Goodbye kiss | 900 words

Papa III x Reader On the last night before he leaves for tour Papa gives you a special goodnight kiss.

Sleepy kisses | 500 words

Papa III x Reader Sleepy early mornings with Papa.

From this slumber you shall wake | 2,000 words

Papa III x Reader Attending to the Veneration of Relics is a time consuming if boring task for a newly appointed sibling of sin and you can't help wondering what was so special about the Emeritus brothers, especially the Third.

When true love’s kiss | NSFW | 2,000 words

Papa III x Prime Mover | Papa III x Reader After waking up in his glass coffin Papa has travelled back to the Abbey in search of something he needs to regain his true strength.

The Diary of Cardinal Terzo | NSFW | WIP

Cardinal Terzo x Multiple Characters Cardinal Terzo is issued with a challenge at the start of the new year and keeps a diary to keep track of his progress. Will he manage all 666 creampies in a year?

Cardinal Terzo Interlude | NSFW | 1,000 words

Cardinal Terzo x Fem Reader Our favourite Cardinal has the perfect present for a Sister of Sin's birthday. A creampie!!!

The perks of working for Papa| NSFW | 1,500 words

Papa III x Fem Reader After a hectic morning Papa asks his assistant to have breakfast with him.

Papa’s Assistant | NSFW | 400 words

Papa III x Fem Reader Sister Imperator comes looking for Papa when he fails to show up for their meeting.

Banchetto | NSFW | WIP

Papa III x Fem Reader Papa Emeritus III is struggling to adapt to his life after the Ghost project but perhaps some good homemade Italian food will do the trick.

#fic rec #terzo x reader #Jen is such a wonderful writer!!

[honeyynymphh]

Claws & Clauses Raphael x Haarlep x FemTav/Reader

NSFW mdni tags/warning: dubcon, face fucking, knotting, monstrous cocks (woe devil cock be upon ye), p in v sex, hands free choking summary: you've broken your deal and now are eternally bound to pay the price this is just a short ficlet to try and get back into writing again. it’s literally just 1k words of smut.

 “Remember, there are forty-nine clauses and subsections in your contract that specifically cover coming into my house uninvited, little mouse.”

Raphael tilts his head as he regards you, a leering smile contorting his handsome face. You stare up at him through glassy eyes, heart hammering in your chest. You really should have read that contract properly.

You don’t know what to say to him, what you can say - but that doesn’t matter as you couldn't utter a word if you tried. Not with his cock down your throat and his hands gripping your face tight. He thumbs away your tears in a mockery of tenderness, it makes you shiver.

The devil laughs, a low rumbling sound like the pleased purr of a cat, as you try to breathe through your nose. But it’s difficult, you aren’t alone in Raphael's room. Beneath you is Haarlep, their large hands gripping your hips as you sit reverse atop them on the bed, cock buried deep. The incubus thrusts up into you and you moan at the gift of friction, your walls clamping down on him and trying to seek more. Raphael’s cock twitches in your mouth and the devil growls, clearly enjoying the phantom feel of your cunt around him.

You do it again and his grip on your face tightens as he fucks your throat. No matter the human disguise his skin is hot unlike any mortal man and the strength of his fingers now digging into your hair sends a biting thrill of pain through you. More tears spill down your cheeks and you choke when he suddenly drops his human glamour, his fiendish appearance unfurling before you. You cry out as you feel his cock change; the soft flesh giving way to ridges that slide against your tongue as the girth of it fills your aching mouth. He pulls back just when you feel you can’t take anymore, though his hands stay near your face, one hand idly stroking the top of your head. His demonic eyes look upon your tear-stained face.

“This is a fairly light punishment, I must say,” he murmurs, mouth curling in amusement. “How lucky for you, pet.” A clawed thumb moves over your face, tracing your swollen bottom lip. “But it can always change if you do not behave.”

You know this. You’ve seen the other debtors. You had seen Hope. It’s still an effort to bite your tongue but you do. There is no point in resisting, or fighting. You've tried that in the past—tried and failed. Been bruised and broken into submission for going against your contract and stupidly trying to free yourself from his grip. That had only resulted in becoming more firmly choked by his claws and clauses.

“You should be worshipping me for my benevolence,” the devil coos with another fleeting caress across your face.

His soft words wrap around you, trying to bend you to his whims. How easy it is to want to submit to that voice, and of course you do, leaning forward to steady a hand on his thigh. The strange soft yet rough texture of his cambion form always delights your senses, though you wish it didn't. You muse how unfair it is that such a cruel creature can be so beautiful as your other hand takes his cock by the base so you can wrap your lips around the tip, making the devil sigh in pleasure. You can feel the infernal heat of him beneath your fingertips along with the ridges that lie there. Your tongue flicks at the underside, running along the bumps and grooves as you take him further into your mouth. The taste of him is heady on your tongue, addictive. You tell yourself you are pleasing him in such earnestness because then it will be over sooner. You tell yourself this even as your slick walls flutter around Haarlep. Raphael groans again as you try to take more of him into your mouth and the sound goes straight to your cunt. Instinctively you press down against Haarlep, their answering groan and thrust making you work faster with your mouth and hand on Raphael. It’s hard to focus while the devil whispers words of delightful filth as his tail slinks up your sweat-covered body and wraps around your throat. It's not too tight, but he squeezes it tight when Haarlep tilts their hips beneath you. You inhale sharply through your nose at the lack of air and the full feel of that ribbed cock sliding inside you. You dance on the edge of bliss as the tail loosens and you can breathe. You're pulled away from Raphael, his burning eyes lingering on your swollen lips. He lets a hand reach out and a claw is dragged across your skin, leaving a red path in its wake across one breast. Quickly he pinches the nipple, the spark of pain blending into pleasure as he laughs to himself. He does it again to the other as Haarlep again grinds up into you, their own tail coming to twist around a thigh.

The ache in your cunt is making you delirious. You need more and you move against the incubus, hips working clumsily to try and relieve the tensions deep within you. The devil still teases you, hands running over your flesh but never touching where you need. You are aware of the desperate pleading that falls from your lips but it is too late for pride. You’re being kept on the edge, your body feverish and taught as the incubus keeps the fires of arousal stoked high. Who knows how long you’ve been here, there is no sense of time in this place of languid carnality. You sigh in relief and frustration when Raphael removes his hands from your body. You’d been so close to the edge and you grind down against Haarlep, squirming above him desperately. “What a desperate little creature you are.” Raphael saunters away and sits in one of his plush armchairs across from the bed, legs splayed as he lazily fists himself. His gaze looks past you and at Haarlep. “Hold our little mouse still.” The incubus digs their nails into the soft flesh of your hips and you cry out in pain but it turns to a mewling sigh of pleasure as Haarlep fucks up into you fast. You can feel them swell within you and you sob, hands reaching between your legs to try and touch your clit but they’re yanked back quickly. “Naughty naughty,” laughs the incubus, the tails around your leg squeezing tighter. “I’m afraid you're caught for now.”

And you are, with hands bound behind your back and his cock buried within you, you realise they've knotted you. The overwhelming sensation of absolute fullness has you gasping and you keen when Haarlep pulls out slightly, the stretch a sharp but pleasurable sting.

Through half-lidded eyes you watch Raphael, his eyes are brighter than the Hells and while his hands rest on the arms of the chair, his grip is tight—claws biting into the gilded armrests. You roll your hips, eyes heavy but never leaving him—too lost in the burning heat of his stare. He whispers encouraging words of depravity as you roll your hips again, mesmerised by the sight of him. His red skin is flushed and slicked with a sheen of sweat. It reminds you of pomegranate seeds and how you long to taste his skin again, no matter the cost.

Because a cocoon of hedonistic revelry lives and breathes in this room and you are not strong enough to resist it. And you won't, you will stay there for what feels like an eternity, suspended upon the knife's edge of pleasure and pain as Raphael watches on in amusement.

#for anyone who follows me here that likes raphael #this is where i will posting stuff i write for bg3 #might upload onto ao3 if i write something longer :)

[honeyynymphh]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV/Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus II & Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus II & Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus III & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV, Original Female Character(s), Sister Imperator (Ghost Sweden Band), Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus III Additional Tags: Evil Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Dark, POV First Person, Swearing, Masochism, Sadism, Consent Issues, Italiano | Italian, Latin, Panic Attacks, Knifeplay, Dacryphilia, Blood and Violence, Catholic Imagery, Creampie, Misquoting the Bible (Abrahamic Religions), Armchair Therapy, Phone Calls & Telephones, Bubblegum, Oral Sex, Orgasm Series: Part 21 of Cardinal Copia: A Sadistic and Glorious Bastard Summary:

Picking up where we left off, Mouse finds herself receiving the Cardinal’s forceful care, deep in the forest. An apology is needed, and yet there are issues which remain unsolved. After a dark night of the sinful soul, Mouse receives further care from opposite sources, dealing with some sweet and surprising messes in between. In the end, whose darkness exactly will be able to cleanse her? Can she bear the saccharine? Or will all turn to bitterness?

#tbr #i know this will be wonderful!! #sadglo #cardinal copia x female oc #love your writing so so much Z

[honeyynymphh]

You are one of my favorite writers in the ghost Fandom. Even if you don't come back to it, thank you for the works you did give us ♡ ily

oh!! that’s so sweet, thank you! my brain is just utterly consumed by bg3 at the moment so I have no space for ghost. though I do really want to finish at least one of the like 20+ wips I have but brain says ✨no✨

#my brain is a bitch lmao #but thank you so much anon that’s so sweet of you I can’t deal!! #inbox <3

[honeyynymphh]

just a psa that I’m probably not going to be writing anymore for the ghost fandom, at least for now. I barely feel like I can write anything and I’m just not really interested in ghost right now. I think a lack of engagement has just kinda deflated me a lot lately and while I write for me, reblogs and comments are super encouraging so I just feel a bit bleh.

anyway, I do have soooooo many wips but I just don’t have the desire to finish them atm but thank you to everyone who has ever given me a nice comment and been supportive of my writing :)

#I say this and will probably suddenly get the urge to finish something haha #but probably not #I was hoping seeing ghost would respark the creative love but it did not sadly #unfortunately I cannot control the hyperfixation

[honeyynymphh]

For the horror prompts: 19 and/or 28 with Copia? Perhaps with some sexy vampire action? 👀 love youuu ♡

boys suck

that gut feeling something is following you & having blood smeared all over you

a/n: mdni! 18+! there’s smut and blood and drama. tw for blood, death, mind-control, and mooooore. about 1.8k words! ao3 link.

You know you shouldn’t be out in the park this late at night but you need some fresh air and some space away from your boyfriend. The situation is spiraling out of control between the two of you and it’s getting exhausting trying to hold a doomed relationship together. You need to be able to think, to try and clear your mind so that tensions could at least go down before speaking again. You know that this is the big one, the last fight you would ever deal with and you are ready to tell them now - you just had to think about how.

The brisk air sends chills down your spine as you snuggle up in your oversized sweatshirt. Your mind is far away, so much so that you’re not paying too much attention to where in the park you’ve wandered off to. It isn’t until you start to get the feeling of being watched that you’re brought back to reality, finding yourself in the far, dark corner of the park. The sound of the wind through the trees distracts you for a moment, and then you hear it: a deep, throaty snarl ripping through the quiet night air.

You don’t know what else to do other than run, a fear striking through you that you haven’t felt since you were a child. Grass and leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you race back to where you came. A hand grabs you by the arm, the grip impossibly tight and it brings you to a halt.

“Why are you running, dolcezza?” His voice is smooth and has a heavy Italian accent. You turn to look at him and you’re immediately struck by his sharp, white eye. He is wearing a cape, a bat clasp keeping it in place over his shoulders and his brown hair looks a bit wild.

“I… I heard something. Growling.” You manage to say between heavy breaths but your eyes fall to his grip on your arm. Danger is ringing in your ears and you start to feel like there is something not right with his man. The more you look at him, the more his features change to appear more pointed - his eyes, his eyes… his teeth. You swallow thickly once you notice blood on his check. “Y-you…”

Before you’re able to say anything more he has you pinned against a nearby tree and his hand is clamped over your mouth to muffle your scream. He presses his lips against your ear and draws in a deep inhale through his nose, a low moan spilling from his lips.

“You are lucky that I’ve already been sated.” His hot breath fills your ear and he pushes in closer to you, his body firm against yours. “Ohhh… but you smell so delicious.” He groans into you, his breath shaking as he pressed his nose against your neck. You try to push away him but he is far too strong for you, his gloved hand so tight on your face that all sounds are swallowed by it. His lips brush your neck and heat spreads along your skin. There’s a small moment of silence before he sinks his fangs into you.

The pain is blinding. Your vision starts to blur and a scream rips from your throat, the taste of his leather gloves filling your mouth. Your entire body feels like it is on fire, growing to a point that you’re sure you are about to burst into flames. And then, the pain is suddenly gone, replaced by comfortable warmth and numbness. His hand drops from your mouth and you give a shattered exhale. You have no urge to scream even though your brain is telling you to. His tongue laps at the wound on your neck, breathy moans and huffs coming from him as he grips at your waist.

“I need your help.” He whispers as he pulls away from your neck, his mismatched eyes gazing into yours. You want to run or to at least tell him no but you can’t bring yourself to speak. He leans in and brushes his pointed nose against yours. The warmth within your spreads and your cheeks grow rosy. “Be a good girl for me, dolcezza.” He murmurs against your lips and you can feel the tickle of his mustache. His tongue licks along your lip, the salty taste of blood starting to seep into your mouth. You are only able to give a small whimper before he forces his tongue into your mouth.

It’s then that you feel an ache between your legs as he kisses you. It’s desperate and demanding, the taste of your own blood coating your mouth while he grips your chin, forcing your mouth open even wider. All thought has left your mind. All that matters is him and what he wants. You don’t fight anymore. Your body melts against his, your hands drifting up his chest and feeling the soft velvet of his cape. It’s like you can’t control yourself anymore — it’s like he has taken over every corner of your being.

“There is a body not far from here.” He whispers and his voice echoes in your mind, to the point that it’s all you can hear. “I need your help moving it, dolcezza. Will you help me?” You nod slowly. His lips curl into a blood-stained smile. “Atta girl.” He grabs you by the arm again and starts to lead you back toward the dark corner of the park. You allow him to pull you and you feel like you are merely along for the ride at this point.

A little further past the spot you had turned back from is where the body is laid out in the middle of the path. It’s completely unrecognizable with blood completely covering him and his face mangled. It would make you scream normally, in fact, you are screaming in your head but on the outside it’s like it doesn’t phase you. He lets go of your arm slowly, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he motions to the body.

“Grab him by the arms.” The suaveness of his voice has gone and is replaced with a deep, commanding growl. You don’t hesitate, reaching for the man’s arms and lifts them as the stranger grips his feet. Blood spills from his neck and head all over you, but you’re too focused on following your orders despite how uncomfortable it feels and how badly it smells. The two of you make quick work of moving him, dumping him into some nearby bushes.

Blood clings to your gray hoodie and is smeared all along your face. You look at him with bright eyes, waiting for his next order. His lips twitch into a wide smile, blood still dripping from the sides of his mouth from when he bit you. He circles you, his cape blowing in the evening breeze before settling behind you. His hands fall to your hips, tracing lazy circles along the outside of your thighs, further staining your sweatpants.

“You’ve done so well for me, dolcezza.” He hums, his nose lightly brushing against your ear. “You’ve helped me out of a tight spot, si. Perhaps I owe you a bit of thanks.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and slips one of his hands to your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants. You give a soft yelp and try to push back against him. He shushes you, his lips pressing against your neck. “Do not worry. He won’t find out.” He presses soft, wet kisses to your neck that lights a fire in your abdomen.

All of your worries wash away as his hand dips into your pants. The feeling of his leather glove against your bare skin makes your breath catch in your throat. He cups your sex and presses his palm firmly against your clit, your eyes fluttering and your back arching against him as he moves his palm in slow circles. You can’t hold back a moan, your hands moving to clutch at his arms while your hips rock against his hand.

“You haven’t gotten attention like this in a long while, have you, dolcezza?” He tsks as he presses his palm firmer to your clit. You can’t bring yourself to speak, the building pleasure is all that matters now. It’s like he’s closed you off to the world, causing you not to care that you’re out in public or that you don’t even know his name as he continues on with his intimate touches. His fingers dip lower and run along your wet entrance, humming in approval before he easily slips two fingers inside.

“God!” You moan, your chest heaving and your legs trembling. His fingers dip in and out of you, then eventually he curls them inside with each dip, massaging that deep, sweet spot. He chuckles against your neck, playfully nipping at it. Your body is burning now from the overwhelming sensation and you suck in a sharp breath as your head tilts back against his chest. You close your eyes and part your lips, a steady stream of breathy moans flowing from them as you let go, your hips rolling against each of his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby…” He growls before nibbling on your earlobe, rolling it between one of his sharp fangs. Your toes curl in your shoes and a sharp cry rips from your throat as shockwaves grip your body, coming hard against his fingers. You slump against him, his arms loosely holding you up as you catch your breath. Silence falls over the two of you and you lean your head back to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t want to go back.” His voice is light and it sounds like he is sad for you. Emotion swells in your chest, tears forming in your eyes. How does he know what you’re going through? “You don’t have to go back.” He tugs you against his chest and wraps his arms securely around you, tucking you underneath his cape. You feel safe and warm snuggled against him, like you never want to leave his side.

“You don’t ever have to go back.” His voice drops to a low growl, his mouth hovering just over your neck. He sinks his teeth in again, this time deeper than before. The familiar warmth overtakes you and you lean into it, closing your eyes as his arms tighten around you to the point that you can hardly breathe. You welcome the feeling and you press into him further while he drinks from you with deep gulps and soft, pleased moans.

Your eyes flutter open and shut as numbness spreads through you and your mind starts to drift far away…

#loved this chems!! #fic rec #dracopia x reader

[honeyynymphh]

Trying to overcome my sadness and anxiety with smut, so here's a short little something with heavy daddy Papa kink Copia.

MDNI - Smut under the cut

It was quiet. Too quiet. Copia hadn't heard any noise from you in the last few minutes, which meant someone wasn't doing as they were told.

"Dolcezza…" his tone was edged in warning.

He heard the tell tale jingling of a bell from the other side of the room. His lip twitched.

"I can't do it, Papa," your voice was soft.

"That doesn't mean you're allowed to stop."

He heard you sigh, the tinkling of the bell starting up again as your tired hips ground into the pillow on the bed. You were completely bare except for the collar hanging around your throat, and connected to it was the source of the jingling. You had come to Copia with an ache and needing relief. But Papa had work to do, so this was his solution - having you grind yourself on one of his pillows while the collar let him keep an eye (or ear) out for you.

You whined internally. The friction from the pillow was nice at first, but it could only get you so far before you were needing more. And he knew it. The amount of sleepless nights where he had done just the same gave him some perspective into your frustration. But your whines and whimpers were all too amusing. And arousing. He wasn't sure he could focus much on his work anyway.

Standing from his desk, the look of desperation on your face turned to one of anticipation as he came closer. He looked down into your eyes, frustrated tears threatening to spill over.

"Keep going, Principessa," he murmured, his gloved hand coming to gently caress the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, lust and adoration all too evident in your eyes. His thumb stroked your bottom lip before pushing itself inside, making you moan as you sucked on the soft leather. The dinging of the bell increased, your motivation returning with his attention. He watched as you sucked the digit in your mouth, feeling himself grow harder at the feeling of your tongue laving over the pad of his thumb. "Brava ragazza," he hummed, finally removing his hand.

You looked up at him questioningly before you felt him softly push you down onto your back, the bell clanging harshly as you fell onto the bed. He grabbed the pillow that had previously been between your legs, raising it up while never breaking eye contact with you. Your breath caught in your throat as he pressed it to his face. Inhaling deeply, his eyes finally closed leaving you to look back at the black sockets of his papal paint. He exhaled with a growl, tossing the pillow back to the bed before crawling towards you.

"I guess you do deserve a reward, after all," he groaned as his clothed erection brushed against the mattress. He brought his face towards your waiting pussy, his eyes taking in how it weeped for him. You were practically panting in anticipation as he finally, finally, gave you what you needed.

Your hips bucked up into his mouth with a cry as his lips met with your folds, the bell tinkling again at your neck. But he didn't devour you as he normally did. Instead he worked over you slowly, methodically, intending to savor your frustrations as he deliberately avoided your clit. Your supposed reward felt like even greater punishment. Soft whines and moans escaped you as you attempted to grind your cunt into his face, but he held you down in place with ease, causing a sob to wrack through your chest.

"P-Please, Papa, please," you begged, delirious with your need for release. But he ignored your cries to attend to his meal instead, groaning at your taste on his tongue. Tears fell freely now as you felt yourself begin to break from his cruelty. "Oh, Papa, please…"

He finally lifted himself up, black paint smeared across his lips and chin. "What is it you are wanting, hm?"

You didn't have the usual reservations you normally would when he wanted you to use your words, the torture had been too great. "I want to cum, Papa, please make me cum, please." Your words spilled from you without restraint, begging for relief. "I've been such a good girl, please Papa…"

"So polite," he teases, finally relenting. The thumb that had previously been in your mouth finally came in contact with your clit, your back arching with a cry as he made soft little circles there. You sobbed as you already felt yourself near the edge, his touch alone giving you the push you needed. His mouth came back to your folds, working his tongue down inside you. Your hands fisted into the sheets as you neared closer, and closer still. "Cum for me," he growled, his own need breaking his composure, "Cum on your Papa's tongue, dolcezza."

His words were the final straw as you felt yourself be flung over the edge with a scream, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you as you came. The bell jangled as your body shook from the force of it, finally able to grind yourself onto Papa's face as much as you needed. He moaned into your cunt, drinking up everything you had to offer him like a man dying of thirst. Pulling back ever so slightly, he watched the last of your orgasm die down, your pussy contracting and clenching around nothing. It made his cock ache.

"Papa, oh Papa," you babbled almost incoherently as you came down from your high, not even realizing as Copia freed himself from the confines of his pants. You only did once he grabbed your hips, pulling you to him so his cock rested against your folds. You looked down at it, eyes still hazy from your tears. But even through the obscurity, arousal shot through your core.

"Don't think we are done yet, Principessa."

#saving to read later! #but this sounds yummy!! #fanfic #tbr

[honeyynymphh]

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

#please help me fortune cookie

[honeyynymphh]

Papa's Assistant

Papa Emeritus III x female reader | Sister Imperator | Implied NSFW

This is @ghostchems and her horny anons fault. And part two is 90% written in my brain but I unfortunately have to work today so the filth will have to come later 😈

'Where is Papa?' The door slammed open harder than she had intended, startling the poor Sister sitting at her desk. She dropped her pen in surprise, spilling ink all over the document she had been annotating but she barely had the patience to care about stained paper work right now. The newly appointed Papa Emeritus III had been due to meet her an hour ago and she had grown sick and tired of waiting. 

'Where is he?' She repeated annoyance only growing as she looked around the room with no sign of him within. His office door was wide open and clearly empty and he wasn't lounging across any of the furniture in his assistants room, as was his rather unprofessional habit. She was about to start opening the damn cupboards when her eyes finally settled on the only occupant of the room. It took a moment for the girl to realise she now had the full attention of Sister Imperator but when as she did she blinked owlishly before stuttering out a reply. 

'I, I'm sorry Sister,' she took a deep breath before continuing. 'I don't know where he is.' The more she looked at the girl, the more suspicious she became. Her face was flushed, more so than was warranted from a Sister Imperator interrogation, with beads of sweat building on her brow. Her breathing was laboured, but she was going to some effort to hide it. Her slow even breaths forced but interrupted by uncontrollable hitches and shaky inhales. 

Sister Imperator stepped closer to the desk only needing a little more to confirm her suspicions. The way the poor girl leant back in her chair, in a futile attempt to keep some distance between them all the while her stomach was firmly pressed to the desk. Her knuckles turned white where she gripped the edge seemingly the only thing stopping her sliding off her chair. That was all she needed to see 

'When. You. See. Him.' She punctuated each word with a tap on the desktop. 'He is to come to my office straight away. Do you understand?' She nodded vigorously, eyes wide and pleading. 'I do not like to be kept waiting!' She wrapped her knuckles one last time on the desk and was satisfied to hear a muffled pained groan from underneath. She held her wide-eyed contact with her as she left the office, doing her best to conceal her smirk. She was annoyed still, her time was precious and she hated it being wasted but she knew all too well the sway an amorous Papa could have. 

'Ohhhh Papa,' she heard the no longer suppressed moan floating down the corridor just as she got to the corner and she could no longer contain her laugh. She would deal with him later. Let the Sister enjoy the perks of being Papa's assistant a little while longer. 

#HEHEHE!!! #oh i adore this #the band ghost fanfic #fic rec #papa iii x sister of sin

[honeyynymphh]

La Principessa di Papa

Papa IV x Fem!Reader

rating: E

word count: 2k

tags: daddy papa kink, daddy papa dom, praise kink, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, google translated italiano

summary: after days of being sick in bed, you’re feeling restless. But Papa is always there to look after his little principessa.

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You’d been sick in bed for days now. This evening you were feeling much better—perhaps there was still a little bit of a sniffle. So, technically you could have returned to your duties.

However.

Papa’s bed was very comfortable and Sister Imperator had excused you for the rest of the week. Why would you wish to hurry back to your room and listen to Sister Natalie complain about whichever ghoul she was fucking this week? No, you did not want to listen to that—it would probably just bring on another headache. And your bed, while comfortable, was nowhere near as glorious as the one in Copia’s papal suite.

You snuggle further into the bed, a soft hum of contentment leaving your lips as you do so. The bed was warm and smelt of him—all warm spice and hints of leather. It was better than any medicine one of the nurses had tried to shove down your throat. You sighed as you buried your face into a plump pillow, inhaling as you did and revelling in the fact that you could finally breathe again.

Papa had been so busy lately but had still been so sweet the past few days; bringing you tea and soup when he could. Giving you little kisses on your forehead despite your (very half-hearted) protests that he would get sick. He had only chuckled in response and made an offhand comment about only humans getting sick. You had given him a quizzical look but he had merely winked that wicked eye of his at you and sat down at the small desk he had in his room.

Whenever he worked in his suite, he would don his reading glasses. He looked so handsome in them—so distinguished with them perching on the edge of his long nose. Lucifer, it certainly would be nice to have his nose—and his glorious mouth—between your legs right now. You knew he was self-conscious about the glasses (not that he would dare admit it) and so you always made a point to tell him how much you liked them. That and his grey temples. And you were sure he’d been working more in his suite instead of his office in order to keep an eye on you. You smile to yourself at the thought.

For most of the week, you have been so ill you could barely speak but now you were feeling a little restless. And the thought of his face between your legs was making you hot—and it was no fever.

You tossed in the bed and tried to get comfortable, pulling the blanket over your head as you do and pushing your legs against the mattress as you wriggle around again. Copia was again at his desk, he’d been there all evening—the small lamp on the desk was the only source of light. No wonder the old man needed glasses! But you weren’t to disturb him while he was working. You tossed again, thoughts still on his nose and mouth as you pressed your thighs together.

“Dolce, stop writhing around like a worm.”

You lift the blanket up and peek over at him. His face is set in that of concentration, the warm light casting a glow over his demonic visage. He’s wearing one of his old suits—the black one—though he’s ditched the gloves. He’s writing and doesn’t even glance at you. When he pauses to lift a page, you think he’s going to stop for the night but he merely sucks on his teeth in thought and then continues scribbling across the page—muttering something that sounds awfully like, “Terzo, quella spesa eccessiva idiota.”

You roll over again and grab one of the pillows to hug it against you. Maybe you should just tell him you felt better—but you’d been here for days and perhaps he was sick of you taking his bed. What if he kicked you out? He was a very private man and maybe he was tired of sharing his bed with a sick Sister. Though you were sure Papa would have said something, he wasn’t shy when it came to his demands.

But you were so utterly bored now that you felt fine. Bored and restless. And starting to get a little too hot just seeing him sitting over there with those damn glasses.

“Dolce,” comes a warning voice.

Flipping over again to face him, you pout but he still isn’t paying any attention to you. He’s too busy with whatever it is he is working on and so you just sigh and flip on your back to stare at the gilded ceiling. You sneak a glance at him again but he still is immersed in his work and ignores you.

You sigh again, a pathetic sorry sort of whine and you can’t help but smile when you hear the clink of his own being set down and his chair moving across the rug. Soon the sound of his muffled footsteps greets your ears as he comes towards you.

Closing your eyes quickly you pretend to be asleep. Maybe if he thinks you’re having a bad dream he will pay you some attention. You slow your breathing when you hear him approach the bed and try to keep your face as neutral as possible.

“Sleeping?” you hear him ask, a teasing edge to his voice. A hand touches your cheek and you try not to melt into it. “What a pity you’re asleep, principessa.”

A thrill runs down your spine at those words. He only calls you ‘principessa’ when he’s in a certain mood and you are more than willing to play along. You let your head loll to the side, as if in sleep, and feel the bed dip as he sits down next to you. You feel his lips on your forehead as he presses a kiss, lingering a moment as you try to keep your breath slow and even. His breath ghosts gently over your skin as you are enveloped in the scent of him—he must have been drinking whisky at his desk as you can smell it on him. Your sex throbs at the heat and smell of him surrounding you but you focus on pretending to be asleep.

When he leans back you feel the bed shift a little as one of his hands creeps under the blanket reaching for your thigh. You’ve been sleeping in one of his buttoned poet shirts—the silky fabric feeling so glorious against your bare skin, but it feels even better when he pushes it up so his fingers can slowly rub you over your panties. You can’t help but let out a little soft moan but you keep your eyes closed as his fingers keep softly stroking you through the fabric.

You hear Copia breathe out a pleased hum as he pushes your panties to the side so a finger can slide through your wet folds. It’s enough to make you stop pretending and flutter your eyes open.

“Papa?”

His face is above yours, glasses still perched on the end of his nose as a knowing little smile plays on that devilish face. “Feeling better, principessa?”

“A little…” you say, breath hitching as his thumb slowly circles your clit.

“Only a little?” He withdraws his hand. “Maybe Papa should check you all over first, hmm?”

He pulls the blanket down until it’s bunching around your knees. It’s warm in the room but you have been so cosy in bed that it feels cold, you shiver. A hand is against your forehead and you stare up at him.

“You are not hot anymore, that’s good.” His hand touches your neck, fingers gliding down your throat. “Is your throat still sore?”

You shake your head. “No, Papa.”

“Buono.”

You lie there, entirely on edge as he keeps smoothing his large hands over you, occasionally asking how you feel. Is your tummy okay? Is your head feeling better? You relax a little until his fingers begging toying with the waistband of your panties. Your body tenses in anticipation and glance at him.

“What about here, principessa?” he asks, those eyes of his watching you carefully.

“It’s a little achy, Papa,” you murmur, hands fisting the blanket as he runs his thumb along the frilly little waistband.

He gives you a smile and tugs at the elastic. “Up,” he commands softly and you lift your hips so he can pull your panties down and off. “Brava ragazza.”

You try not to squirm when his hands push at your thighs, making you open your legs wide for him, but you can’t help the little noise that escapes you. He moves more firmly onto the bed so your foot closest to the edge is in his lap while the other is behind him as he bends your legs to get closer. You’re completely open to him and he’s staring down at your bared sex with an air of tenderness.

“Your pussy is very pink, principessa, have you been having naughty thoughts?” When his hands move up your inner thigh to spread your slick folds open for him you moan. He merely chuckles. “You have, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Is it very achy, principessa?” There is pressure on your clit again and you hum in response. It’s both a blessing and a curse as it only makes the tension of arousal tighten in your stomach. “Does that feel good?”

A finger slides into your wet pussy while his thumb continues to rub your swollen clit in agonisingly slow circles. You whimper, hands scrabbling to grip the blankets as your body tenses further. A second finger joins the first and you moan out his name while he slowly pumps them into you. His movements are steady and when he curls his fingers deep to tickle that delicious spot within you it has you panting and staring wide-eyed up at him.

“Hmm, la mia piccola principessa?”

You just nod unable to form anything coherent as your walls clamp down in his fingers. It feels so damn good after so many days of feeling utterly awful—your mind too full of delightful pleasure that you can’t think at all.

“Do you like how Papa makes you feel?” he asks again, voice far too calm as you pant and mewl, hips thrusting against his fingers—desperately trying to get more friction as you feel your release nearing closer. “You have to tell Papa or he won’t know how to help his little girl.”

“Yes, Papa,” you say quickly, words tumbling out in one short breath.

He smiles at you affectionately and you can’t help the way you flutter around his fingers. “Good girl,” he coos, thumb now rubbing insistent circles on your clit as his fingers continue to bring you close to the edge. He pressed harder and you cry out a string of unintelligible pleading. “Are you going to come for Papa, principessa?”

You merely nod, brow furrowing as you feel you abdomen tense as your release nears its peak. Copia continues to pleasure you, fingers dancing within you until you finally break—sobbing out your orgasm as you come all over his hand. He doesn’t stop, he merely slows his ministrations—his thumb gently swiping over your swollen clit and making your hips buck.

“Such a good girl for your Papa, principessa.” He leans forward and plants a soft kiss against your temple. “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

Nodding as he removes his hand from between your legs, you sigh in relieved bliss. You feel so tired now, perhaps you were still a little unwell if a single orgasm had you feeling this exhausted. The bed shifts and you close your eyes, murmuring a sleepy, “thank you, Papa,” as you feel him stand. You feel his hands on you again, gripping the shirt you wear and tugging it up. Lazily you lift your arms and sit up a little so he can pull it over your head before you flop back down into the soft mattress. There’s some more rustling of fabric and then the other side of the bed dips and you feel Copia slide in next you. His hands pull you to him so that your head is against his bare chest and you press your face against him.

A contented sigh escapes your lips and you breathe him in. The hairs of his chest tickle your nose but you don’t mind, it’s nice hearing the steady beat of his heart underneath your cheek. One hand is tracing patterns against your skin while the other is in your hair, fingers gently massaging your scalp. He places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Principessa?” you feel the rumble of his voice as he speaks.

“Yes, Papa?”

“Try not to wriggle too much.” He kisses your head again. “Or I’ll give you a reason for your throat to be sore again.”

*quella spesa eccessiva idiota - that overspend idiot

*la mia piccola principessa - my little princess

[honeyynymphh]

St.-Matthäus-Kirchhof Cemetery in Schöneberg, Berlin, Germany

[honeyynymphh]

La Principessa Addormentata Papa IV x FemReader Rating: T tags: mostly sfw, cuddles, daddy dom papa, established relationship, fluff, google translated italiano 800 words

summary: Copia returns to his papal chambers late one night to find his principessa asleep on the lounge after trying to wait up all night for him

I wrote this last night at midight and it's mostly unedited, sorry. I was feeling a type of way. I might expand it later and turn it into a proper fic another day. This is the same universe as this fic and this one

“Principessa?”

You open your eyes slowly to see Copia standing above you, the low light of the room made his painted face look eerie—but it doesn't frighten you, instead, it's a welcome sight. You’d been waiting up for him for hours. At first, it had been easy; a little studying before you had put the demonic textbooks aside and swapped them for much more enjoyable books. After showering and getting comfortable in your nightgown, you had sat on the lounge reading. When your eyes had become heavy, you had told yourself you would just shut them for a moment, your novel still held in one hand as it rested against your chest.

But you must have fallen asleep—and how could you not? It was so cosy in his papal suite with the warm fire and the comfortable lounge. The flames had tickled your cheeks and the crackling of the burning logs had lulled you into a hazy place of dreamless rest.

“Papa?” you say, voice heavy with sleep as you gaze up at him.

He smiles down at you, a gloved hand reaching out and brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The firelight flickers over his jewelled vestments and you note how his hair is a little mussed from wearing the mitre.

“It’s very late, I am sorry,” he says, slowly shrugging out his vestments and placing them on a nearby armchair, revealing the black suit underneath. “You should have gone to bed.”

You shake your head lazily, unable to stifle a yawn. “But I was waiting for you."

The sound of his low chuckle makes you smile, you eyes closing when he leans over you and places a kiss on your temple. Your smile spreads into a giddy grin and he places another kiss on your forehead before his fingers wipe at where he has kissed you—clearly trying to remove the black marks he has left behind.

“Sei troppo dolce, mia piccola principessa,” he says, his arms sliding under you so he can pick you up, cradling your head against his chest. “Time for bed.”

You try to protest, surely you are too heavy for him but he clearly doesn’t seem to struggle as he moves you with ease towards his bedroom. While the smell of the fire and the incense you had been burning earlier had been delightful, nothing could compare to the smell of your Papa and you nuzzle closer, deeply breathing him in. His suit jacket is smooth against your skin and you can hear, and feel, the steady beat of his heart. Ever so gently he places you on the bed, helping to lift the covers up so you can slide in.

The sheets are far too cool and you curl up instantly on your side, your head burying into the soft pillow. You can hear him moving about—the sound of him undressing, and then the shower turning on. His little hums as he sings to himself merely aid you in feeling sleepy again. It was always so comforting having him near, and the domestic sound of him getting ready for bed always made you smile. How quickly you had learned his little routines. He didn’t like hot showers, though they were always so long, and he insisted on using two towels—one around his waist and another to go over his shoulders, he always said he got cold after getting out. You must drift back to sleep as you jolt when you feel the mattress dip and open your eyes to find the room completely dark. Warm arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his bare chest—the hair there still a little damp.

“You use two towels yet you don’t dry yourself properly,” you mumble, though you make no effort to move away from him. 

He doesn’t say anything, instead, he just pulls you closer so your back is completely pressed against his chest—you can feel that he’s dampened your nightgown. When he presses his face against your neck you feel water dropping onto your skin from his wet hair. 

“Copia, you’re making me wet,” you whine half-heartedly, wiping at the droplets he has dripped on your neck.

“I hope so, principessa,” he says, pressing himself against you—you can feel his cock hardening against your ass.

You shake your head, though you can’t help but smile in the darkness. “You said bedtime.”

His mouth presses a kiss against your neck and you shiver. He does it again, his mouth hot and hitting that sensitive patch of skin behind your ear. You can't help but sigh in pleasure at the feel of it, feeling less sleepy with each touch of his lips on your skin.

“Si,” he murmurs in between another kiss, “I said bedtime.” The arm he has over you shifts, his hand moving down your side and skating over your hip. “But not time to sleep, principessa.”

La Principessa Addormentata - The Sleeping Princess Sei troppo dolce, mia piccola principessa - You are too sweet, my little princess

[honeyynymphh]

Florence Welch, photographed by Karyme França