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Danse_Macabre_Ballerina
@danse-macabre-ballerina
Just feeding my hyper fixation by writing some Ghost smut.
She/Her 40+
All my smut is also on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Danse_Macabre_Ballerina
Don't be fooled by the goofy memes...This blog is mostly 18+ Explicit NSFW horny-ass shit, so NO MINORS
*All of these and more are also on my AO3*
MY ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! (As long as you don't mind waiting 6 months for me to answer) Ask me questions, give me feedback, make special requests, feed me prompts, or aimlessly ramble about whatever.
Just please be kind, I am from the 1900s and I am fragile.
I'll write about any Papa, Mary Goore, or even the occasional Ghoul. (I'll happily write about TF too if you ask, but I don't post rpf fics here.)
I am most comfortable writing for female main characters or readers, but I'll do gender neutral if you prefer. And as far as kinks go there is almost nothing that makes me too uncomfortable, but I will respectfully decline if it's something I don't know enough about to do it justice.
And let me know if you want to be added to my taglist. You can request specific Papas or tropes too.
Full list of fics under the cut...
Click on the masterlists for fic summaries and links
Primo/Papa I Masterlist
Bleeding Heart (971 words) TW Blood
Summer Rain (1,260 words)
Eyes On Me (2,031 words) TW Anxiety
Tossed Salad (1,361 words)
Our Love Is Perennial (2,151 words)
Fiore Di Neve (1,055 words)
Secondo/Papa II Masterlist
Stay With Me (3,384 words)
Bookmark (1,609 words)
Sound Check (815 words)
A Close Shave (643 words)
Mia Ragazza Tosta (902 words) TW Dom/Sub, BDSM, Rough Stuff
Blood Moon (2,539 words) TW Blood
Giveth And Taketh (2,435 words) TW Rough Stuff
Romanzo D'Inverno (3,092 words)
Terzo/Papa III Masterlist
An Unholy Proposal (7,402 words)
Sacrifice On The Altar (4,660 words)
Moonlight Cenotaph (6,725 words)
Bound To Him (5,318 words) TW Past S/A
Lamb To The Slaughter (4,416 words)
Exploring The Dark (7,457 words)
Hello, We Are Ghost (5,648 words)
Body Language (1,444 words)
Hold Me Now (858 words)
Sky Is Falling (977 words) TW Earthquake, Blood
Behave (1,282 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Use Your Pretty Words (909 words) TW Sub/Dom
Red Venus (1,588 words) TW Blood
Papa Terzo (1,557 words) TW Pregnancy
Stella Matina (2,265 words) TW Childbirth Complications/Surgery
Yours To Lose (2,925 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just As You Are (1,568 words) TW Body Image Issues/Weight Gain
Overtime (1,785 words)
Bella Afrodite (1,874 words)
Wait For Me (1,126 words)
Colomba Del Mattino (1,120 words)
Stall Tactics (1,521 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Thigh High (1,461 words) TW Sub/Dom, Collaring
Hands Are The Heart's Landscape (900 words) TW Con Somnophilia
On The Hunt (1,548 words) TW Mild Sub/Dom
My Sweet Adversary (4,525 words) TW Rough Stuff, Dub Con
Cure Amorevoli (3,980 words)
Break The Arrow (3,303 words)
Dust And Shadow (3,080 words) TW Masterzobation?
Cardinal Copia/Papa IV/Frater Imperator Masterlist
Pour Your Pain Into Me (6,332 words)
Blood Lust (2,251 words) TW Blood
Embracing Infatuation (6,655 words)
Surrender To Temptation (6,003 words)
A Lesson In Sin (6,406 words)
You Are Mine (4,844 words)
Second Chance At Ascension (4,104 words)
Rite Of Passage (5,628 words)
Eruption and Absolution (1,255 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Growing Pains (1,514 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Bleed For Me (3,054 words) TW Blood
Bath Time (1,226 words)
Negotiation (409 words)
Negotiation 2 (778 words) TW Rough Stuff
Papa Down (1,253 words)
Game Over (1,045 words)
Eat Your Words (910 words)
Take Five (1,275 words)
Wild Ride (6,939 words)
Mia Dea (1,050 words) TW Pregnancy
In The Heat Of The Night (4,523 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just A Crush (2,508 words)
Duty Calls (1,150 words)
Attrazione Immediata (7,075 words)
Time For Two (1,423 words)
Be My Forever (2,250 words)
Benvenuti A Casa (3,626 words)
Love Long Distance (7,338 words) TW Intoxication
All Work No Play (6,690 words)
Tell The Truth (6,249 words)
Date Night (1,446 words) TW Intoxication
Another Date Night (1,568 words)
Scary Movie (625 words)
Worship With Me (1,796 words)
The Cardinal's Cane (883 words)
Attitude Adjustment (1,030 words)
Bella Ghuleh (2,856 words)
Ready For My Close-Up (1,294 words)
Dream Weaver (3,778 words) TW Mild Somnophilia, Voyeurism
A Special Request (2,871 words)
Standoff (1,793 words) TW Rough Stuff, Con Non Con
Too Shy To Say (2,564 words)
Untamed Pleasure (2,038 words)
Animal Instincts (1,412 words)
Brava Ballerina (1,702 words)
Read To Me (1,649 words)
Wet Dream (1,256 words)
Victory Lap (6,290 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Fallen Petals (572 words)
Frater Ephemerus (1,681 words)
The Taste Of You (1,373 words) TW Autism/Arfid
Here Comes Frater Cottontail (3,039 words)
Perpetua/Papa V Masterlist
Purple Rain (2,323 words) TW Blood
The Calm During The Storm (839 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 1 (1,681 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 2 (1,446 words)
Creature Crush (1,251 words)
Your Eyes Only (1,487 words)
Hide and Seek (4,055 words)
Coffee Break (1,647 words)
Mine To Protect (6,474 words) TW Attempted SA, Violence
Tummy Troubles (646 words)
Non-Fiction Friction (1,354 words)
Any Way The Wind Blows (4,350 words)
Closing Time (1,934 words)
Tender Confession (1,305 words)
A Score To Settle (1,594 words) TW Rough Stuff
Evening The Score (654 words)
The Papa Who Could Fly (4,804 words)
Time Out (1,066 words)
A Happy Homecoming (1,091 words)
A Tender Reprimand (2,400 words) TW Light BDSM
A Reluctant Goodbye (1,889 words) TW Rough Stuff
You Hold The Key (2,780 words) TW Terzo is Dead, Rough Stuff
My Sweet Boy (845 words)
Midnight Snack (992 words)
Love On The Road (5,897 words)
Backstage Pass (2,056 words)
Home Cooking (1,643 words)
Salvation In Submission (2,411 words) TW Dom/Sub
Play It Again (5,260 words) TW Blood
A Free Heart (3,124 words)
Love To Keep Me Warm (2,291 words)
What You Need (2,438 words) TW Gratuitous Rough Stuff
In My Eyes (1,694 words)
Tutor Privatus (1,836 words)
Rainbow Tour (1,201 words) TW Mild Somnophelia
Playing Doctor (1,008 words) TW Sub/Dom, Inspection Kink
The Monster Inside Me (3,254 words) TW Blood, Dub Con
Room Service (4,106 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Creature Comfort (1,390 words) TW Menstruation
Cardinal Peep-petua (2,191 words) TW Voyeurism
Travel Companion (2,905 words) TW Monsterfucking
Sweet Dreams (869 words) TW Somnophilia
Multi-Papas, Pick-Your Papa, and Miscellaneous Masterlist
*Multis involve gangbang and tag-team scenarios, never any of the Papas sexually engaging with each other. If you are into that, that's fine, this is a judgement-free zone...but I a not into that myself.
Tango For Three (5,030 words) *Copia, Terzo TW Dubious Con/Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Resolution (5,695 words) *Copia, Perpetua
The Game (3,664 words) *Copia, Primo, Secondo, Terzo
All The Time (5,232 words) *Copia, Terzo
Night Watch (719 words) *Terzo, Perpetua TW Accidental Voyeurism, Non-Con Masturbation
Sushi Night (1,984 words) *Terzo, Copia
Pas de Trois: Adagio (895 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Pas de Trois: Coda (4,012 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Completely Pleased (2,048 words) *Copia, Dewdrop, Rain TW Tentacle Sex
Dangerous Curves Ahead (1,807 words) *Terzo, Copia
Perfect Pet (5,521 words) *Perpetua, Secondo TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff, Blood/Injury
It's A Beautiful Sky (2,713 words) *All Papa and more! SMUT FREE!
Three Tiny Titty Ditties (2,164 words) *Terzo, Copia, Mary Goore
Blood Monday (1,611 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Blood
Bedside Manner (1,929 words) *Copia, Terzo
Wild Horses (853 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Sub/Dom, Pain
And Papa Makes Three (2,120 words) *Perpetua, Dewdrop
Blood Brothers (1,682 words) *Copia, Perpetua TW Blood
Blood Brothers: Epilogue (324 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Tender In Tandem (3,753 words) *Mary Goore, Perpetua
Chasing Waterfalls (1,507 words) *Pick-Your-Papa
Take Me To The Bone Room (801 words) *Dewrdrop
A Lesson In Mating (4,151 words) *Copia, Perpetua
On A Hot Summr Night (2,469 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Mary Goore Masterlist
Bloody Mary (1,795 words) TW Blood
Haunt Me (1,196 words)
Haunt Me Again (1,880 words)
Silent Treatment (491 words)
A Bad Trip (1,681 words) TW Drug Use
House Chores (1,199 words)
Sweet Revenge (2,034 words)
A Very Mary Christmas (1,805 words) TW Unplanned Pregnancy
Christmas With The Goores (1,787 words)
Nyårsafton (713 words)
Snötäckt (2,208 words)
Breakfast For Dinner (1,547 words)
Addicted To You (3,887 words)
Back Together (1,604 words)
Modersmjölk (1,106 words) TW Lactation
My Bloody Valentine (1,385 words) TW Blood
Mogen Persika (3,401 words)
Vattensporter (1,742 words)
Broom Service (1,277 words)
Födelsedagsöverraskning (2.043 words)
Morgonöverraskning (1,368 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Mary Godmother (1,601 words)
Beneath The Blood (1,644 words)
Hitting Snooze (2,248 words)
I Varmt Vatten (3,870 words) TW Domestic Violence
Min Lilla Blodkorv (2,230 words) TW Blood
Old Faithful (1,032 words)
Manèges Renversées (3,916 words)
Bakdörr (1,369 words)
Kundservice (2,734 words)
Vargens Kläder (2,459 words)
Take Me Tonight (1,980 words) TW Mild Sum/Dom, Degradation
🌔Moon Over The Ministry🌒
January 3rd: Wolf Moon (5,632 words)*Werewolf!Perpetua x fem!afab!reader TW Kidnapping, Dub Con, Monsterfucking
February 1st: Snow Moon (1,975 words) *Secondo x fem!afab!reader
March 3rd: Worm Moon (1,540 words) *Primo x fem!afab!reader TW Blood, Dub Con
April 1st: Pink Moon (2,642 words) *Dewdrop Ghoul x fem!afab!reader TW Tentacle Sex
May 1st: Flower Moon (3,917 words) *Deacon!Terzo x fem!afab!reader
May 31st: Blue Moon (3,727 words) *Cardinal!Copia x fem!afab!reader
Random Ghostie Thoughts
⚪ Sore Sex ⚪ About Me ⚪ Papa Boners ⚪ Lube ⚪
⚪ Skeledancers ⚪ My Kinks ⚪ Poopoopetua ⚪ OCs ⚪
⚪ Mira ⚪ Terzo and the Female Orgasm ⚪ 2025 Recap ⚪
⚪ Mary "Dry Humping" Goore ⚪ 'Tesora' Is Not A Word ⚪
⚪ Pussy Eatin' Papas ⚪ Public Sex ⚪ Ministry BBQ Day ⚪
⚪ Happy Birthday!...Love, Papa ⚪ C and V Like Boobs! ⚪
⚪ Satanic Stories From The Streets ⚪
18+ Explicit (5,030 words) Terzo x Copia x fem!afab!oc, Copia x fem!afab!oc
Mira is living every Sister of Sin's fantasy when she's invited to a sexual encounter with Cardi and Terzo, but things take a dramatic turn that will change their relationships with each other forever
TW Dubious Con/Non-Con/Rough Stuff
I've been on a kick lately of Terzo being a little bit more of a tender lover, but this is...not that. He's a real bastard in this story. So if you're a Terzo-lover, you're probably not going to like this one...unless you like it rough.
If you like Cardi, this is for you...he's a real sweetie.
Also Cardi & Terzo aren't together together in this...that's fine if you're into that, I don't judge, but incest doesn't do it for me.
[Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Boss/Employee Relationship, Angst, Smut, Dubious Con/Non-Con, Gangbang F/M/M, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Oral Sex, Blow Job, Face-Fucking, Choking, Rough Sex, P in V Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Romantic Fluff]
Read on AO3
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"Fratello, per favore believe me," Terzo said, downing the last of his wine before waving to the Sorella for a refill. "I will admit, I was initially resentful...furioso, actually. But I understand now that it was Imperator's doing, not yours."
Cardi nodded with an expression of understanding. "Well, I appreciate you being willing to join me for dinner tonight, to bury the hatchet so to speak. Your time as Papa was such a successful period for Ghost and for the Ministry. I would certainly rather have you as a trusted advisor than as an enemy." He raised his glass in an unspoken toast and Terzo matched him once his glass was filled, snaking his other hand under the Sorella's skirt to give the back of her thigh a gentle squeeze that made her jump. "Grazie, bella," Terzo said in a voice like honey, winking across the table. She looked at Cardi, eyes wide, noticing his nostrils flare and eyes darken with a hint of jealousy.
Mira had volunteered to serve dinner in the Cardinal's chambers that night, though she was beginning to regret it. She was his personal assistant after all and she knew too well that since Terzo was so unceremoniously removed from his position and replaced by his younger brother their relationship had been...strained, at best. She was used to serving the Cardinal by now, and had grown fond of his shy, almost awkward demeanor, his approach towards her was always respectful and professional. His older brother had much more of a reputation as a lothario, and though the Ministry's stance on carnal delights was relaxed to say the least, she still was not used to how the former Papas all treated the Sisters of Sin as their own personal playthings with no free will of their own. The more the evening wore on, the more wine was poured, the more Terzo's eyes and hands wandered over her body at every opportunity, and the more Cardi flinched protectively at his brother's behavior.
Terzo, always one for testing the boundaries of those around him for his own amusement, let his eyes wander more obviously to Mira, who was refilling Cardi's glass now, placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder that he met with his own, a tender moment of mutual understanding. The brief exchange did not go unnoticed and Terzo's gaze was suddenly intense, hungry, and though she was looking down at the Cardinal, she could feel it hot on her skin. She felt a warmth spread through her as she caught him staring, and she quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing. "Terzo," Cardi said, his voice low and warning, "I think it is time we discussed the business of the upcoming tour."
Terzo chuckled, a sound that was both seductive and menacing. "Ah, yes, business. But Sorella, I must say, you've been quite the distraction tonight." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. "I believe we could all benefit from some more...distraction from our business dealings. What do you say, fratello? You, me, and the little one....Some dessert to end such a lovely meal." He said it with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a wicked intent.
Cardi glared at him before looking up at Mira, her expression unreadable. She wasn't sure in that moment if Terzo was testing her or him, but somehow the ball was in her court. Cardi squeezed her hand gently and she dropped her focus back to him. "You do not have to do this, Mira," he whispered. She gave a small nod before bringing her focus back up and saying confidently, with only a hint of a tremor in her voice, "Whatever my Papas desire." She felt Cardi's breath catch at her use of the name to refer to him. Even though he was now the leader of the Ghost project he still had not officially been given that title and she knew it constantly undermined his confidence. "Perfecto," Terzo said in a deep growl, already slinking towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.
He pressed himself against her back, his breath hot against her neck. She squeezed Cardi's hand hard, still clinging to him to ground herself, and he met her gaze with a look that promised protection, though she worried that was something he couldn't guarantee. Terzo nuzzled against her neck as he unzipped the back of her habit, grabbing the hem and peeling it off over her head, revealing her in only a skimpy pair of lace panties and heels. Cardi dropped to his knees at her feet, a look of reverence on his face as he admired her body before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her legs, helping her step out of them without stumbling and pressing his lips against her hips with gently kisses. "How does that pussy look, fratello?" Terzo muttered, more to get a reaction from her than anything.
"Beautiful," he moaned, his lips pressed just above her mound, the vibrations making her tremble with anticipation as he coaxed her legs apart, guiding one leg to drape over his shoulder.
Terzo's lips found the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder and Mira's body arched slightly as he bit down, a spark of pain that sent a shiver down her spine. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples until they hardened under his touch. Cardi watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern as he leaned in. His lips sucked gently against her clit before running his tongue along the length of her slit, collecting her wetness and circling the sensitive nub, repeating the motions over and over, building speed as he felt her body respond. "Mmmm...so sensitive," Terzo breathed against her ear. "And how does she taste, fratello?"
"Fucking perfect," Cardi whispered, his breath hot against her moist flesh.
She was panting, writhing from the sensation, raking the fingers of one hand back through Terzo's black hair while the other gripped Cardi's salt and pepper locks, holding him close as her body barreled towards climax.
"Fermati," Terzo said abruptly, pulling her body from Cardi's hands and mouth. "Let us lay our dessert across the table so that we may both feast on her more easily."
Cardi led her to the end of the table, guiding her to lie back onto the cool wood surface as Terzo cleared away the remaining plates and glasses, catching a quick glare as he was about to sweep them onto the floor in the heat of passion. Mira watched Cardi lean down between her legs, parting them and resting his head against one thigh, and she heard the unmistakable sound of Terzo's zipper just beyond her view. "Now we will see how well you take your Papa, Sorella," he growled, gripping her by the hair and pulling down, making her arch over the edge of the table, enough that he could rest the tip of his throbbing erection against her mouth. She parted her lips and he pressed forward into her slowly, his head falling back, groaning as he relished the feeling of her tongue along his length. "Si, bella...you take it so well."
Cardi watched her body tense when Terzo's cock hit the back of her throat, wetting his gloved finger in his mouth before sliding it into her trembling pussy in sync with Terzo's next thrust. "Si, fratello...get her ready for me," Terzo growled. Cardi added a second finger slowly, stretching her quivering muscles, watching her nails scrape into the smooth surface of the table while she bucked her hips to meet his movements. Terzo was pumping into her face harder and faster now, leaning down to hiss, "You want to please your Papa, don't you? I am going to make a beautiful mess of you, little one."
The combination of Terzo rutting into her throat and the intoxicating friction from Cardi's gloves was overwhelming her senses. She snaked her hand through Cardi's hair again but it wasn't enough and she reached for him with her other hand, hoping that more contact with him would make her feel less like she was breaking apart. He released her thigh, grasping her hand with a grounding squeeze as he increased his tongue's pressure on her throbbing clit.
Terzo's thrusts were becoming erratic and unpredictable and it made her gag and choke, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she fought to keep up through the fog of pleasure sweeping over her. "She is close," Cardi whispered, his lips never leaving her sensitive bud, his fingers curling and stroking her inner walls.
Terzo's grip tightened on her hair, yanking her hard and pulling his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. "Scream good and loud, Sorella. Scream for your Papa."
Mira clutched at Cardi desperately as wave after wave ripped through her, her cries hoarse, her throat already raw. As she relaxed he pressed tender kisses along her inner thighs and his fingers kept moving inside her, languid and soothing as aftershocks pulsed through her. Terzo stroked her hair while ragged breaths shuddered through her body. "Brava," he said with a chuckle. "You are doing so well."
Cardi pulled her limp body up by both wrists, getting her upright and off the table enough to press her up against the nearest wall, pinning her with his body to keep her knees from giving out beneath her. She could taste herself of his lips as he kissed her passionately, as if they were suddenly alone together, sheltered from anything outside each other's bodies. Terzo followed them, stroking himself lazily as he planned his next move. He hooked his fingers into Cardi's shoulder, rolling them both across the wall until Mira's body was pressed between them and Cardi was pinned against the wall. "Non dimenticare chi è il responsabile qui," he growled in a voice that was barely human. He hooked an arm under her leg, pulling it up high and pressing her foot against the wall above Cardi's shoulder. "Supple little creature, is she not?", he snickered, staring daggers into his brother's eyes with a wicked smile as he thrust into her, hard and deep, buried to the hilt. She cried out, the pain immediate and intense. "Merda! So tight," Terzo exclaimed. Cardi tightened his grip around her waist to keep her knee from buckling under her. "Easy, Terzo. She is young," Cardi warned. But it fell on deaf ears and Terzo started pounding into her in slow, deep thrusts that punctuated every word he hissed over her shoulder. "Or maybe... you... are... just... not... training... her... properly."
Cardi freed one of his hands, bringing his fingers to her clit, circling it gently, trying to ease her discomfort, pleasure with the pain. She whimpered, tightening her grip around his neck, letting her forehead fall forward against his affectionately. Terzo brought his hand from her hip to her throat, pulling her back against his shoulder, his fingers squeezing in warning. "You like your Papa's thick cock inside you, do you not Sorella? Filling you...stretching you...claiming you. Your tight little pussy is so hungry for it."
When she didn't respond, his grip on her neck tightened. "That is enough, Terzo," Cardi hissed.
"You will answer your Papa when he asks you a question, Sorella," Terzo commanded, tightening his grip again, feeling her heartbeat hard and fast through his white gloves. Cardi watched her face turning red, her eyes finally rolling back in her head. "Terzo, stop it....TERZO!", he yelled as her body went limp in his arms. Terzo pulled out of her unceremoniously, taking a few steps back as he tucked himself back into his pants. Cardi let himself slide down the wall, gathering her into his lap, "Satan's name, Terzo. You could have fucking killed her"
"Cazzo...Sorellas are so fragile these days. Can't even use a safe word properly," he muttered.
"Get out."
"Fratello, it was just an accident-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
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"No bright lights, no loud noises, and she needs rest. Lots of rest. She's going to have quite a head ache when she wakes up so keep up with her painkiller schedule. And for tonight, wake her every hour. She doesn't need to stay awake, but if it gets harder to wake her you need to let me know right away because there may be complications."
"Thank you, Sorella. Is she awake now?", he asked, walking the nurse to his front door.
"She was able to stay awake while I examined her, but she's asleep now. One more thing, she doesn't really remember what happened, which is completely normal, and probably just as well. For her sake I hope she never remembers." She looked back half way through the door. "She really is lucky you were there, you know. Just a few more moments and he would have killed her."
Cardi walked quietly into his bedroom, peering down at her peaceful form, reaching out to stroke her hair gently. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when her eyes adjusted enough to see him. "Hello, Cardinal," she said whispered, her voice still hoarse.
"Please, Mira," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "When you are in my bed, it is Cardi."
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"Good morning," Mira said, wandering in the kitchen where Cardi was pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Ah, Mira," he said enthusiastically. "You are awake."
"I hope you don't mind, I didn't know where my habit ended up so I borrowed some clothes to wear." She gave a dramatic twirl, showing him her lithe form in one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts.
"Not at all. They look far better on you anyway." He pulled out a chair for her around his dining room table. "Come, join me for breakfast. You must be starving. Coffee?"
"Yes, please." As he poured for her he watched her expression darken. He followed her gaze to her habit, still crumpled on the floor from the night before. She sat silently for a moment, as if it was stirring some lost memories in her.
"How are you feeling today?", he asked, trying to shift her focus.
"I have a splitting headache," she answered, shifting in her seat and wincing with a sharp inhale. "And I'm...sore."
"Sore?", he asked quietly, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice.
"Very sore, actually." He placed a few pills next to her coffee. "Thanks."
He sat down next to her, studying her face, the handprint bruises across her arms and legs, the darkest around her neck. He wondered if she'd seen her reflection yet. He asked her quietly, "How much do you remember about last night?"
She took a few sips of her coffee. It was almost dangerously hot, but the extreme temperature helped her collect her thoughts. "I remember bits and pieces. And some of it feels more like I'm watching a movie, like it's not really happening to me." He flinched, but she was too lost in her memories to see. "I remember you kissing me, touching me...I like those parts." He smiled warmly at her. He had enjoyed those parts too, fleeting as they were. "But then there's this shadow over everything, like a black cloud, and I can't shake the feeling that something awful happened."
"Try not to think about it, tesora," he said gently, laying his hand over hers and she blushed at the sudden use of such an affectionate pet name. "Just focus on feeling better. I will have your meals brought up to you and some changes of clothes, and I will come check on you when it is time for your medicine."
"You really don't have to do that, Cardi. I'm sure I'm okay to go back to my own quarters now." As much as she appreciated how he was doting on her, she really couldn't understand why he felt he needed to, or why he wasn't making any effort to fill in the holes in her memory.
"Absolutely not, I am going to watch over you until further notice and that is final," he said, ending the conversation with a tender kiss pressed against her cheek.
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Mira knew Cardi was serious about her not doing anything but rest, but her mind was racing and the strain of trying to put together the pieces from the night before was making her feel like she was losing her mind, the confines of his quarters starting to make her claustrophobic. It was almost time for her medication, so she downed the pills with the last swig of her coffee and resigned to walk to his office, save him a trip and hopefully walk some of the soreness out of her body. She put her habit back on reluctantly, hoping she wouldn't encounter anyone along the way since it was terribly wrinkled.
She wandered down the corridors, her high heels clickiing on the marble floors. She hadn't made it very far when she turned a corner too abruptly, nearly walking into a black and white-clad figure, looking up to see a familiar face looking back at her.
"Ah Sorella, I was hoping to see you today," he said in his usual velvety tone. "How are you feeling?"
She felt the overwhelming instinct to run wash over her, her heart pounding in her chest and echoing in her ears, and yet was frozen in place, paralyzed as memories came rushing back like a hurricane.
"Terzo," she gasped, barely audibly.
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Cardi looked at his watch for the hundredth time. It was almost time for Mira to take her pain medication, a good excuse for him to go check in on her. He wasn't getting anything much accomplished anyway, his mind cloudy with regret and worry. He couldn't even be bothered to neaten up his desk before rushing home, home to her.
He had almost arrived when he saw her in the distance, standing motionless at a crossroads. "Mira, what are you doing out. You know you are supposed to be resting-"
He caught up to her and saw red when he turned the corner. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?", he hissed, pulling her in close and she buried her face in his chest.
"Per favore, fratello," Terzo pleaded. "I simply wanted make sure our little Sorella is okay."
"She is fine, no thanks to you." He was yelling now. "If I catch you speaking to her, looking at her, or breathing the same air as her ever again I promise I will make you regret it." He whisked her away in the direction of his quarters, leaving Terzo standing in the hallway, mouth agape.
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By the time they arrived, she was shaking in his arms, her back racked with sobs, her vision blurry through the tears. He managed to get her into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed before her legs gave out, but just barely. He rocked her gently, pressing his lips against her hair, making indistinct soothing sounds until he felt her body relax.
"I remember now," she finally said quietly, "All of it."
He held her tighter, tears welling up in his eyes. "I am so sorry, Mira. I should have been stronger. I should have protected you better."
She shook her head, raising her head to look at him. "On some level I really did want it to happen...something out of my comfort zone, you know?" He nodded, wiping the tears off her cheeks. "I just didn't think it would be...like that."
"I should never have let him near you," he muttered.
"But that's not why I'm crying. I realized I really only did it...to be with you." A silence descended over room and what little space remained between them buzzed and crackled with electricity that he'd always felt before, just never knew she did. He brought a hand up to cup her cheek before closing the gap between their lips with a tentative kiss.
Mira's lips parted slightly as she pulled away from Cardi's kiss, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension that had been building between them finally breaking through. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath her touch. Cardi's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. He took her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her palm before guiding it down to his chest, where her fingers could feel the rapid beat of his heart. He leaned in, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss, this time deeper and more urgent. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he whispered, "I want to explore every inch of you, tesora...now that I have you all to myself."
Cardi gently guided Mira to lie back, her body soft and yielding beneath his touch. He hovered over her, their bodies barely touching as he studied her body's reaction to every motion of his hands, every brush of his lips against hers. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for more contact. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He responded by capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. He lowered himself down, leaving no space between them, parting her legs gently with his thigh. Her body responded to the new contact, grinding her hips against his, hungry for friction, desperate for relief from the growing fire in her pussy. He broke away from the kiss, both of them panting, pulling back on his knees to take in her face, eyes full of longing, lips swollen from his kisses, laid out across his bed like a fallen angel. She scrambled to her knees, matching him face to face, panicked to lose contact with him for even a second. She brought her tiny hands to his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He stilled her hands with an affectionate smile, bringing them to his lips and kissing the tip of each finger, charmed by her eagerness. "We should not continue, Mira," he said gently, shaking his head. "You have been through so much. I am moving too fast with you."
She pulled him in for a frantic kiss, knocking the wind out of him. When she pulled away, she looked deep into his eyes with a fire he hadn't seen before. "I don't want to stop," she said in a low, hungry purr. "I need you, Cardi."
It was too much for him to resist. He leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive spot under her ear, kissing each bruise on her her elegant neck as he unzipped her habit, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he might scare her away if he moved too quickly. "You do not know how long I have wanted to hear those lovely words from your lips." His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that had been haunting his dreams. He pulled the fabric away from her body, revealing her smooth, pale skin, her long brown hair cascading down her back, a pair of black lace panties the only thing left keeping him from taking in all of her. This encounter had none of the urgency of the night before and he knew he should slow down, take his time, but the dull ache in his growing erection too strong, the need to claim her, to make her his, overwhelming.
In one swift movement Cardi lifted her, placing her on her back again. His hands trembled slightly as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Mira's lace panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. Even though he'd had the privilege of seeing her body like this, touch her like this only the night before, the intimacy of the moment was intoxicating. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with adoration, before he leaned in, his tongue gently tracing the length of her slit. Mira gasped, her hands clutching at the sheets as he began to explore her, his tongue circling her clit before diving deeper into her folds. He could taste her sweetness, feel her body responding to his touch, and it only made him want her more. Mira's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him as she neared her climax. "Cardi," she whispered, her voice filled with need. "I...I'm close." He increased his pace, his tongue flicking, stroking, and thrusting in time with the movements of her hips. She reached for him, her body feeling like it was coming apart at the seams, and he grasped her hands, their fingers intertwining, completely connected to each other. Mira whimpered and her body shuddered as the orgasm washed over her in waves, not hot and violent as what she felt the night before, but just as intense. Cardi pressed gentle kisses against her clit and her soft folds as she came down, watching her squirm as they made tiny aftershocks ripple through her body.
Cardi crawled off the bed and began to undress, his eyes never leaving Mira as she recovered from the intense pleasure he had just given her. As she lay there, her body still quivering and overstimulated, he knew it would be wrong to take this even further. He knew he should give her time to rest, to recover from the night before, but the look in her eyes, the way her body had responded to his touch, the temptation was too great. When her eyes finally fluttered open she watched him peel off his shirt, stepping out of his pants, she finally had the chance to admire his lean, muscular frame. Her need was far from sated and the sight of him made her desperate to be closer to him. She reached out to him, her voice barely a whisper, "Cardi..."
He crawled across the bed, pulling her up into her arms. "I am here, tesora." He pulled her in to straddle his thighs, her breasts pressed tight against his chest, his pulsing cock nestled between her warm folds. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. "Mira, my darling girl...my angel. I want you so desperately, but it would not be right."
She grabbed his face with both hands, raking her nails against his scalp. "I just need to feel you. Please let me feel you."
He shook his head, trying to reason with her. "You are sore, covered in bruises. I do not want to hurt you."
She let her head roll back, grinding her hips against him. "Cardi I'm literally dripping on your cock right now. What more invitation do you need?", she moaned. She pressed on his shoulders to lift her hips slightly, reaching her small hand to wrap around his shaft, making him gasp from the sudden contact as she lined his tip up with her entrance. She gripped his shoulders with both hands, looking deep into his soulful eyes and Cardi's breath hitched as he felt Mira's warm, wet folds envelop his cock. She started easing herself down, only a few times flinching and pushing herself back up. When their hips met Cardi held his breath, waiting to see her reaction. She moaned, letting her head fall forward, resting on his shoulder. "You feel perfect. I knew you would."
He let out a low groan pressing his forehead against her shoulder, his hands gripping her hips to steady her as she began to move her hips in languid circles, feeling every ridge, every vein against her sensitive flesh. She was tentative at first, her body adjusting to the sensation of being filled, lingering pain gradually melting away, but as she gained confidence, she started to ride him with increasing fervor. She kept a tight grip on his hair, holding his gaze as they lost themselves in the steady rhythm of their bodies coming together. Cardi could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in his gut, her inner walls growing tighter and tighter around him. "I...I'm so close," she whimpered. "Come with me. Please, Cardi." He nodded weakly, arms wrapping tighter around her, guiding her movements as they both raced towards the edge. She let out a ragged wail, shaking with emotion, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed through her, and it was all it took for Cardi to follow, his release pulsing through him as he held her close, their bodies shuddering in unison, leaving them breathless, clinging to each other with a desperate need.
Cardi held Mira close, slowly softening inside her, their bodies still entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her trembling arms gradually relaxing around his neck. "Are you okay, Mira?" he whispered, his voice gentle and full of concern. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I'm fine. I think I needed that." He chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before his expression became serious. "You know I would never hurt you, right Mira? And I will never let anyone hurt you again." The pain in his eyes made her heart ache and she nodded, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively.
"You should rest now, tesora. You need to heal." She nodded, snuggling into his chest. "I will be right here, Mira. Always." As they lay there, safe in each other's arms, the room filled with a sense of peace. Mira drifted off to sleep, a small smile still on her lips and Cardi watched her, his heart filled with a warmth that was both comforting and terrifying. He knew he was falling for her hopelessly, and he wasn't sure what that meant for either of them, but for now, he was content to just hold her and let the world fade away.
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"Non dimenticare chi è il responsabile qui" = "Don't forget who's in charge here"
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I wanted to do one of my big rambling posts today but my brain is scrambled - and oddly enough that led me down a rabbit hole of feelings about my blorbo's own scrambled brain
Cardi and his befuddled noggin are so fucking important to me.
He dissociates multiple times including an entire dream sequence in RHRN, but also in the chapters he is shown zoning out and losing the thread of the reality around him.
Cardi says words that are adjacent to the correct thing but not actually the correct thing: "main poncho", "I'm going to skiddle", his utter mangling of movie quotes you can tell he memorized but aren't coming out right.
His memory is full of little holes, forgetting what he is supposed to be announcing, forgetting Sister Imperator in her hospital room when it's time to wheel her out.
Cardi is also despite being graceful enough for sexy stage moves and ballet dancing, chronically clumsy - crashing his trike into an obvious wall, fumbling his juice box straw, tripping over boxes in his temporary office. His stammer is another of these charming physical hiccups.
It's played for a gag but there's even hints of auditory processing disorder in the chapter where he's talking with Mr. Psaltarian on the beach and needs Psalty to repeat himself.
idk I know it's frustrating when people portray him as a complete bumbling incompetent - I don't vibe with that interpretation of him at all, but it is very, very important to me that people do not forget the ways in which he is legitimately impaired. There's not a label or easy diagnosis for Cardi in canon but just as he isn't a complete doofus (despite me often calling him one affectionately) he's also not a hyper competent cunning Machiavelli like a lot of people want from the Cardinal era either - he is broken in ways that I and a lot of us other fans are broken and I know it's for comedy but it's still Very Important to me. It's Representation. It's comfort. It's seeing him neurotic and sputtery and forgetful and competent in some areas and hopeless in others and going "me too, pookie, me too."
As soon as someone puts "writes fictional incest/pedophilia/other taboo topic" on a callout post, i'm ignoring everything else in the callout and not taking it seriously.
Yeah, sorry. Writing something taboo should not be on the same level as actual heinous acts.
Inspired by @lycanthra's Creature Perpetua month (which brought me so much joy that whole month).
I've decided to do the same thing, but this time it's a month about Secondo!
Our beloved Second Papa and Mr.Worldwide lookalike isn't always as popular to post about compared to the more modern Papa(s). But that doesn't mean we can't take a month to celebrate him!
How will it work?
Like #CreaturePerpetuaMonth2026 anything goes!
Fics, art, moodboards, headcanons, drabbles, fic recs, etc.. Just this time it involves anything Secondo related instead of Creature!Perpetua
Post any time, ideally around/during September!
Feel free to use the tag #SecondoSeptember2026 to help us Secondo lovers easily find your posts!
🦷Primo had his wisdom teeth out in his late thirties after crowding ended up giving him headaches. He saved them in a jar and had them on his desk, but the teeth actually grew back and he had to have them out two more times. He finally had to look up an arcane rite of not growing wisdom teeth back and after it seemed to work, one of his ghouls said he must have run out of wisdom. That ghoul was beaten with hammers but it turned into a sex thing and Primo stopped doing it.
