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Something neat from the archives that might be of interest to all the Papa III and lore enthusiasts out there. The text was part of the promotional materials for Meliora sent out to media by the label. Words by Peter Bebergal.
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Papa Emeritus III. A prologue and introduction
A decadent and hash-addicted poet once wrote, âWhat matters an eternity of damnation to someone who has found in one second the infinity of joy?â This is the only choice that matters. The devilâs fall came only after his great rebellion, a single and simple act of looking into the face of authority and saying, âI am glorious.â This was Satanâs ecstasy, but he embraced it knowing the punishment. Are you ready then, to join Papa Emeritus III in the pit, to proclaim your own splendor, feeling your wings melt as the last breath of the exclamation leaves your mouth?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
my first fic!!! hope ya like it
cardi x self insert one shot 18+
it's cold and my insert just wants her cardinal to keep her warm
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV | Frater Imperator/Original Female Character(s), cardi x shameless self insert
Characters: Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV | Frater Imperator, Original Sister(s) of Sin (Ghost Sweden Band), kinda? - Character, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, late night sex, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Sleepy Cuddles, Teasing, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, One Shot, Porn, Grinding, Developing Relationship, Riding, Lingerie, Sub Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV | Frater Imperator, idk if it really counts as sub, still working through this tagging thing, Self-Insert, Flirting, Female Reader-Insert, no beta we die like terzo
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The soft patter of her naked feet on cold tile was all that could be heard within the halls of the ministry at that hour. Winter had set in and the ancient building did its best at keeping the worst of the cold at bay, to little avail. She regretted going barefoot. The freezing floor sent icy needles through her nerves and up her spine. On top of that, the thin slip gown she hid under a sweat set coolly brushed her skin, adding to the gnawing cold.
She didn't dwell on the cold too long. Walking through the silent antichurch that she called home, she had only one thing on her mind. Or man, rather.
She moved to the ministry a few years ago. She was hired as a temporary nurse when a baby boom occurred within the antichurch due to a rather enthusiastic fertility celebration. Raised vaguely Catholic, she felt strong apprehension toward working for a Satanic organization. However, as she got to know the mothers, babies, and the rest of the congregation, she soon couldn't imagine a life outside the ministry. Especially after meeting the man she was on her way to pay a late-night visit.
They met by pure chance. With her working nearly exclusively in the maternity wing of the infirmary and him serving as a high-ranking cardinal, their paths should never have crossed.
It was after a particularly long shift, full of colicky infants and exhausted mothers, that she took refuge in the library in hopes of finding some mind-numbing romance novel to thumb through before bed. Lazily sauntering through the tall shelves, she paused after hearing what can only be described as an avalanche of hardcovers proceeded by a string of frustrated Italian swear words. Following the sound toward the theology section, she came upon a man in a red cassock kneeling away from her, surrounded by his mess of fallen books. Even from the back she recognized him as Cardinal Copia. His awkward demeanor was unmistakable. Every little mannerism added to his oddly charming persona, from the way he shook his head and swore to no one in particular, to the deer-in-headlights look perpetually plastered on his face.
"Are you okay, Cardinal?" she softly asked.
He jumped, believing he was alone. Standing up to face her, his expression relaxed though flushed from being caught off guard.
His voice took on an official tone. "Ah, I apologize, sister. I seemed to have made quite the mess." His eyes trailed to the haphazard spread of books on the floor. With his eyes lowering, so did his tone, "I guess that's what I get for doing my work last minute." He grumbled to himself for another moment when suddenly he seemed to remember he had an audience. "Oh, listen to me! Forgive me sister, it's rather late."
She took note of his frazzled state, and briefly the word âcuteâ crossed her mind. "It's no problem, Cardinal. It happens to the best of us." She smiled softly and knelt down to pick up the books. "I've had my fair share of late nights in a library when I was in school."
Standing above her, he realized he had never seen this particular Sister of Sin before. Though the congregation was fairly large, as a well-respected Cardinal he made a point to become familiar with much of the dark one's flock.
He knelt beside her, "Are you new to the church, sister? I don't think I've seen you around."
She had definitely seen him before. Usually sheâd catch an incidental glimpse of him in the halls or at masses, where he could be seen among church leadership. She was usually stationed somewhere in the back of the room, helping settle a displeased infant. But, she had never really seen the Cardinal up close. While they were kneeling down together, she snuck a sideways glance at him. Though age was evident on his face, he had a certain boyish look to him. Beneath his red biretta, ruffled pieces of salt and pepper hair stuck out defiantly. The paint around his eyes and on his upper lip had faded and revealed small wrinkles that were accentuated by his furrowed brows. The eye closest to her was a pretty brownish green, though she knew the other eye was a curious pale white. Moving down his face, she lingered a little too long on his nose. His sharp, strong nose and thin moustache beneath it gave his face a timeless handsomeness that made her cheeks warm.
She shook her head clear, "I am not a member of the church. I work in the maternity unit."
He looked at her. "Ah," he smiled cheekily, "you were one of the ones hired after the eh- rise in pregnancies."
"Yeah, that's right," she giggled. "But I enjoy it here. I'm hoping to stay, if they'll keep me on after my contract runs out." She stopped herself, realizing she probably spoke a little out of turn.
The books had been organized back into a neater pile, both of them holding a small stack. He stood to face her, and she did the same. "Well, my dear, just so happens you're speaking with a fellow that can put in a good word for you," he winked playfully.
She flushed again, "That's sweet of you to say, but you don't have to go out of your way on my behalf."
"It's no biggie," he started toward the exit of the library, again seeming to forget she was behind him with half of his books. "Oops, give me the rest of those, I've taken up enough of your evening."
"Not at all, I don't mind, let me help you carry these. I'm heading out toward the dorms anyway."
They walked the warmly lit halls toward the Cardinal's quarters. He idly chatted about happenings in the ministry that week while she politely listened. His quiet conversation was a comforting sound in the noiseless hallway. As they approached his room, he pushed open the door to reveal a modest, yet comfortable living space. Silly novelty posters covered the walls. Star Wars memorabilia took up space on his shelves. In the corner, was a twin bed with a tricycle parked at the end of it. Before she could process that a Cardinal of the Church of Satan sleeps next to a tricycle, her eyes caught an NES console in front of his TV.
"Hey, I used to have one of those growing up."
He raised an eyebrow as he took the stack of books from her hand, "You seem a little young to have grown up with one of those, no?" She couldn't help but latch onto his cheeky tone.
"Isnât it rude to comment about a woman's age?" she smirked, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow. He laughed genuinely, a sound so sweetly striking that she found herself thinking about it for days.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to make it up to you," he took her hand in both of his and squeezed it tightly. She swore her heart stopped for a moment. "But now I must say goodnight, my dear." He kissed the back of her hand softly and she nearly passed out. Gathering herself the best she could, she said goodnight back and shuffled out of his room. She hurried back to her own dorm and hardly slept as thoughts of the Cardinal fluttered around in her head.
...
She approached the door of his room. It was a place she had spent many nights in since that first meeting. The cold air urged her to enter without knocking, in hopes of finding some warmth within. Softly pushing the door open, she found her lover softly snoring in his bed beneath a fluffy comforter. Briefly, she forgot that she came to his room in search of a more vigorous kind of attention. The peaceful scene before her made her heart flutter. Closing the door, she moved to his bed and snuck under the comforter beside him. Snuggling against his back, she sighed out of relief from being out of the cold and in the comfort of her man. The mattress shifting stirred him awake and he blinked confusedly. She pressed a soothing kiss to his cheek, "It's just me." He turned over and the full view of his sleepy face framed by disheveled hair made her smile.
"Are you alright?" he mumbled with a soft rasp. They had been seeing each other for only a few months now, so it was unusual for her to be sneaking into his bed unannounced. Though she spent many nights in that bed recently, she wasnât sure exactly where she stood with him. Many of the nights they shared hadnât even been sexual, giving her some hope that he genuinely enjoyed her company. But, she wasnât naive. He was an attractive, powerful man within the ministry and she knew the churchâs stance on the freedom of sexual expression. He could have any flirty follower he wanted and there were probably a lot that wanted him. Besides, she wasnât even an official member of the church. Who is she to assume he is willing to give her his exclusive attention? Regardless, he made it clear that she is a welcome guest in his bed.
She hummed affirmatively. "It's so cold in the dorms. I was hoping you could help warm me up." As she said this, her hands found his bare chest. She ran her hands gently over his graying chest hair and squeezed. At this, he lazily opened his eyes to look at her. Scooping her into his arms, he pulled her close.
His raspy voice melted into a purr. "Mm, you want me to keep you warm eh, cara?" She choked back a moan at his pet name for her. Whenever he slipped into his native tongue to flirt with her, her head spun with anticipation.
She nodded.
"I can't leave my baby wanting, can I?" His hands wandered up her sweatshirt and stopped when he felt the silky fabric. "Hm, what do you have under there?" He tugged at the sweatshirt.
She stood up out of the bed and awkwardly shed her sweats, revealing her little pink slip dress. The baby pink slip hung loosely about her breasts and hips, ending just below her butt. The chilly air had her nipples straining against the slick fabric. He sat up with interest. She knew his eyes were on her, so she dramatically fluffed her hair by running her fingers up through it and shaking it out. He was silent for a moment, fully appreciating the view.
"Come back to bed, baby." She obeyed and crawled back into his arms. A dirty smirk played on his lips, "Look at you, can't make it through the night without your Cardinal, no?"
She leaned into him and caught his lips in hers. They sighed in unison and held one another close. Pressing against him, she felt his length stiffening against her thigh. Grinding her thigh into his heat, she held his jaw gently and deepened their kiss while he whined into her mouth. She briefly broke from the kiss, "I missed you."
"I missed you more than you know, my dear," He groaned.
Taking her wrists softly into his hands he rolled her onto her back beneath him. Holding her wrists on either side of her head, he nipped at her ear. Kneeling between her trembling thighs, his mouth moved down her neck. He left teasing kisses along her throat while his hands held her shoulders, sliding the straps of her slip down and uncovering her pale collar bone. The Cardinal took his time, leaving small bruises along her chest while his thumbs circled her tender nipples through the thin fabric. She could feel feverish heat rising to her face and neck. Every sensation attacked her senses, dragging her attention from one touch to the next. Overwhelmed beneath his affection, her eyes rolled back with a flutter of her lashes. Her lips parted loosely with small moans and weak huffs escaping.
Between her legs, he gently rocked his hips, brushing his firm member against her heat. Even through two layers of underwear, he could feel her excitement manifesting as a warm slick fluid. Stars flickered behind his eyelids from holding himself back in an effort to prolong their late-night tryst. The painful anticipation grew too big a problem to ignore. Aching, he could barely choke out his words, "Baby, I want to spoil you, but I don't think I can last much longer. I need to be inside you. Ti prego."
That last desperate plea escaped his throat in a sweet whine that flipped a switch in her. She briskly rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips. His sudden submissive temperament made her head swell with passion.
"Just relax, sweet boy," she guided his hands to rest on her hips. "I'll take care of you." His wide eyes took in the feminine form before him. Messy hair cascaded over her face and shoulders. The pink dress slipped down, exposing the top of her cleavage. Her soft hips and thighs threatened to push the hem of the slip up over her ass. Speechless, he let out a tiny whimper, urging her to seize his lips in a messy kiss. All tongue and teeth, she kissed him while nudging the waistband of his boxers with her toes. After a few rushed attempts, she grew impatient and tucked her fingers under the band. He obediently lifted his hips while she slowly drew down his boxers. Throwing his underwear to the side, she settled her hands back on his plush thighs and all but gawked at his body. The soft tummy and thighs covered in dark gray hair were her favorite parts of his figure. She ran her hands over his body before settling them on his twitching erection. Her cold hands on his sensitive member ripped a gasp from the Cardinal. She cooed as his breathing picked up, "You're just the sweetest. Are you ready for me?"
"P-please," he sounded close to tears. Her heart melted.
Freeing herself from her panties, she scooted herself up to position herself over his cock. She rested her hands on his chest while she rubbed her slick onto his heat. Her eyes closed and she rocked her hips. She angled her pelvis to massage her clit over his stiff veiny cock, taking her time over the ridge of his tip. For a few minutes, she carried on, savoring the endearingly lewd babble coming from her lover.
"Please, no more teasing," he whined. She, too, decided she had her fill of delaying gratification. Hushing him, she grabbed his shaft and guided his tip to her entrance. She lowered her hips slowly, summoning twin groans from the lovers. Once she had fully sheathed his length, she stilled her body to truly appreciate the fullness inside her. She closed her eyes and sighed prettily, smiling at the way his cock kicked with need within her.
A moment passed before she moved her thighs to rock up and down on his length. By this point, the tips of his fingers pressed crushing bruises into her hips. As she sped up her pace, his head lulled back as he moaned wantonly. "Ah! Cara! You feel un-fucking-real."
She bounced up and down quickly, enjoying the way his tip kissed the spot that made her vision blur. The faster she moved, the harder it was to ignore the pressure building in her core. The closer she got to pouring over the edge of pleasure, her thrusts grew sloppier and rougher. Her Cardinal noticed and, desperate to bring his lover to her peak, dug his heels into the mattress to thrust himself up. Her ragged breaths transformed into screams. A searing heat flooded her belly as she finished. He followed soon after, spilling into her.
Keeping his softening dick inside her, she collapsed onto his chest and closed her eyes. Their identical panting slowed into sleepy shallow breathing. She nuzzled her nose into his soft chest hair, melting into the clean scent of his cologne. Occasionally, when she was working or out running errands by herself, sheâd catch a trace of his cologne. Even if she changed and showered, it somehow clung to her, unwilling to dissolve. Sometimes, she wondered if she really liked the cologne itself or she just grew to love the emotion that came with it.
A soft kiss to her hair turned her from her thoughts. Warm arms enveloped her in a tight squeeze. She tilted her face to meet his eyes. Their noses brushed one another and she emitted a shy giggle. He pressed small chaste kisses to her lips.
âThat was quite the surprise. Maybe Iâm still dreaming,â he muttered between kisses. âStay the night here with me?â
She smiled and nodded. âOf course. To be honest, Iâd be pissed if you made me walk back to my room in the cold.â She buried her face in his neck to bask in his post-sex warmth.
He chuckled, âI hope you donât think Iâm that cruel.â In her afterglow, she realized her lover had none of the characteristic black paint around his eyes. She had been so caught up in her mission for sex that she hadn't fully noticed his face was bare. Without the paint, the Cardinal looked a little older and more vulnerable, especially with the blissful expression on his face. âBesides,â his voice was soft and distracted, âI like it when you spend the night. If it were up to me, Iâd have you here every night.â
They both were quiet for a moment when he realized the gravity of what he said. He quickly tried to back track, stuttering endearingly before she kissed him to quiet him. âYou know Iâd love to sleep beside you, Cardi, if youâll have me. I really enjoy the time I spend with you.â
He seemed relieved after her reassurance, âI guess then weâll have to make arrangements, wonât we?â She interrupted him with a yawn. âHeheh, for now, we can rest, sweet girl.â
He gave her a final goodnight kiss and snuggled her into his side. Pulling a blanket over the both of them, he cooed âNight night, cara.â
She smiled sleepily in return, âGoodnight, Cardi.â
The lovers drifted into sleep along with the rest of the ministry, keeping one another warm through the cold winter evening.
