we're a day late, but Happy start of Pride to all!! 🩷💜💙✨🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
have no fear, bisexuals!! bisexual necromancers are here to totally wreck anyone who tries any culturally heterosexual bullshit this month!!! they will defend you (bloodily)!!!!
also our other friends who aren't bisexual but are still different flavors of queer! you're beautiful, we love you, and they'll also protect you from close-minded horseshit!! bloodily!!!
we are all we have, and the best thing we can do is have each other's back 🫂
to everyone in and out of the closet, if you're here, we see you, and we love you. keep being yourself in your own time, whatever that looks like 🖤 we'll be here with you whenever you're ready 🥰
my goal is to have the first 100 pages of the manuscript version ready for review by the guy leading my cohort at the end of this month, but in the meantime, I'm also looking forward to catching up on stuff for this blog that I have Started in various stages, but didn't get to finish while I was working on my diss/at my last job.
I'm looking forward to sharing it with our friends here, and celebrating all our different shades of queer together ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ✨
☞ 1.1k words, gn!reader, non-descript, religious undertones, blasphemy, oral sex as communion, allusions to erectile dysfunction, power imbalance, 18+
It feels forbidden to approach him in the chapel, when he’s veiled in his white ceremonial robes and the mitre, his appearance grand and all-powerful. Primo shimmers like a preternatural being, surrounded by long beams that hold up high vaulted ceilings, halos of light reflected by stained glass, clouds of incense and the echoing chants of the congregation lingering long after everyone left.
He is one with the fog when he preaches, his voice subdued, yet roaring from the depths of Hell itself.
You watch him for a while, in the center of it all, the crackling, static atmosphere of mass still clinging to you. His sermon is burnt into your memory. It’s rare that he’s convinced to preach these days but when he does the impression lasts for weeks, like a feverish dream, the vision barely real but lingering in powerful fragments. Sometimes you hear people whisper about it, some confused, some in awe and some frightened to their very bones. For you, it’s all that you can think about.
“Will you help me with my robes, little lamb?”
His voice is softer now, mellowing when he’s addressing you. Your palm strokes across the warm wood of the pew one last time before you stand. His back is still turned to you, his attention focused on the altar. Your heart thumps in your chest but you have no reason to be nervous. The big bad wolf has become tamed in your presence, though his fangs never quite retract.
“You were mesmerising,” you compliment. He turns to look over his shoulder, his unbearably sharp eye still glowing white in the aftermath, and you almost flinch. Almost.
“You are flattering an old man,” he says, turning fully now, and the weight of the moment falls off of him. His shoulders release their tension, his features soften, though the corpse paint never loses much of its edge. When he removes his mitre some of the magic comes off with it.
You reach out to touch the smooth fabric of his robes, enamoured with the contrast of the man you saw during mass and the controlled yet tired old man in front of you. “I’m not exaggerating. The Sibling next to me stifled a cry when you started speaking.”
“Are you saying that I… still got it, hm?” he teases, holding out his arms. “Sadly, this time no one ran out screaming.”
You smile when you lift the robes over his head. He’s wearing a simple black cassock underneath that hides his scraggy frame. But when you wrap your arms around his neck you can feel him, hard-edged and ungiving. Primo is not a soft man, you wouldn’t call him very considerate, but he can be gentle when he wants to be. Right now, you feel the tenderness in his touch as his long, bony hands roam your back, up and up until one long finger reaches your neck and tilts your chin up to meet him.
His kiss is insistent, slow but thorough. He’s hungering for you after spending so much of himself on the congregation. You respond eagerly, inhaling bitter black paint and the intense remnants of burnt resin. Underneath it all, there is the forbidden feeling again, as though he is not a mere man but something else, something you’re not allowed to touch. He belongs to Lucifer, he belongs to the fog, but you have to remind yourself, that in these moments, he belongs to you as well.
“Have you taken your communion, little lamb?” he asks as he breaks away.
“No, Papa. I only take it from you.”
His eyes narrow. You’re familiar with this as well. Primo doesn’t have to order, you sink to your knees on your own, using the now folded robes as a cushion. From below, he looks dangerous. Tall and in all-black, jagged and death-pale, the shadows on his angular face deep, hollowing him out. His long fingers remain on your cheek for a moment, his face calm and expectant. You’re the lamb before the slaughter, wondering why the butcher hasn’t drawn his knife yet.
And perhaps he won’t if you only please him enough.
Primo doesn’t react when you reach to open the buttons on his frock. He’s made it clear that you have to work for what you want, that you’re here to serve, that this is not just for you but for Him as well, the one who carries the light. Primo’s guidance is a gift from Him, as is his attention, and your reverence is the answer to how he keeps you by his side.
When you look for the thicker button on his pants, Primo stops you. His thumb moves to your chin, gloveless now, and you can feel a sharp nail pressing into the softness of your bottom lip, quickly drawing blood. Obediently, you open your mouth, stretching out your tongue just enough to taste metal. He moves inside, pressing down on the centre until spit gathers and you can’t swallow.
His eyes remain fixed on yours. You note that he never blinks in these moments, that his focus is dangerously sharp.
“Are you ready to receive Him?” he asks.
You nod and keep your eyes on his. They’re all you see amidst the rustling of fabric, the slow sigh that falls from his lips. A moment later he replaces his finger with the tip of his cock, leaving you no time to give into the urge to swallow. It’s warm, heavy, familiar, almost choking you already. You close your lips around him and take him as deep as you can, breathing against the discomfort. He’s not fully hard, he never is, but the fullness of him is too much even so.
It’s a precious moment to feel him so deeply, to glance up at him in the hazy light of the chapel when he’s in full control, to have him to yourself just after he gave his presence to so many others. He’s your light, he’s your path to the end of all things that you walk down willingly. And you know that he'll always be there amidst the chaos.
You pleasure him for a while, slowly and to no specific end. He doesn’t always come but you don’t mind either way. He lets you go on for a while, just watching, moving with you at times, staying completely still at others, encouraging you with his admiration. His hand holds your head and it feels safe, it feels painfully intimate.
The only sounds in the chapel are your shared breathing and the echo of wet flesh.
Even so, you can feel a change when he approaches the height of his pleasure, ragged breaths breaking through his still demeanour, his fingers tightening, the sharp little sting of pain, the pulsing in his cock and the occasional taste of salt when he does find his end. It doesn’t matter how he gives you this blessing. Here on your knees, you receive whatever he is willing to give.
more under the cut, including another photo or two!
basically:
last friday: had a photoshoot in my regalia in the cemetery down the way from our old apartment, where I got the above shot of the Morvants (and a few more!)
saturday when I posted last: ~GRADUATEEED~
sunday: hung out with my beloveds in my old city for one last hurrah there (we're still deciding where the next one is going to be 🖤)
monday: emptied out and cleaned my apartment of seven years. the last place the Goblin Prince and I lived together when he was on this side of the veil (though he's here with me now, I know)
tuesday-wednesday: drove back to my parents' place, many states and a whole timezone away
thursday: emptied the uhaul holding the majority of the last near-decade of my life into a storage unit or the cellar I'm staying in for a bit while I work remotely to focus on the manuscript draft
friday and saturday: SLEPT. oh my god, did we sleep. and read, and just. enjoyed being somewhere without a looming deadline, without stress, without feeling judged or criticized by my old boss, without the feeling that something bad is going to happen if I let myself relax and actually exhaled.
I know I'm going to go a little crazy if I don't find a job sooner rather than later, but right now, at this second, it's nice to just... exist ✨
I still have the urge to knock on wood, but for the first time in a while, I feel like everything might actually turn out okay 🖤
... [knock on wood]
in the meantime, the tinies and I have our first movie date at our new theater scheduled for tuesday, and my younger brother is going to visit us this weekend starting wednesday.
beyond that? I don't know for sure right now. but maybe that's fine too ✨
the nice thing is, I should hopefully be around more than I have been in a while, which I've been looking forward to for a long time :)
cheers to hopefully having a productive summer in terms of writing what I want to write, at last 🖤🥂
pictured: the tiny!morvants from the other side of our favorite little cemetery, and aurore, posing with a name twin from a couple centuries back -- in front of a tombstone all in french, no less!
oh yeah, and this is only a little snippet of the whole thing, but:
SEVEN YEARS LATER. I HAVE MY FUCKING TITLE AND MOTHERFUCKERS CAN'T TAKE IT BACK NOW ✨
this is the closest I've ever gotten to feeling like cinderella with her slipper. just a non-binary and their gender neutral title, that they get to use for the rest of their life 🥰
I hope everyone else is enjoying this first weekend of the summer season, and that something pleasant is waiting for all of you, too 🖤🥂
the weird thing about being a leftist is the government calling you a radical extremist and your family believing that youre a radical extremist and the whole times your main political beliefs are shit like "we live in a world where we could very easily end world hunger, homelessness, most disease, poverty, ect. and the people in power are choosing not to, and thats evil and should change" and that bigotry is bad
honestly i think the reason why it’s so common for kids to have the “it’s not a phase, mom” argument in their adolescence is less because they genuinely plan for their current state of being to remain utterly unchanged forever and more because they’re tired of having their interests/self expression/beliefs/etc dismissed as foolish due to being probably temporary
i know that when i was that age i certainly wasn’t thinking about whether or not i’d be into whatever shit i was into then when i was 80, all i knew was that i was sick of feeling like the adults in my life were just rolling their eyes and waiting out everything that was important to me at that moment
The nsfw alphabet with Copia was TASSTTTYYYY thank you
👉🏻👈🏻 may I perhaps request a Terzo alphabet
nsfw alphabet ☆ terzo
pairing: terzo x gn!reader
summary: back at it again, this time with the third. strap in! (or strap-on?)
tags/warnings: switch!terzo, switch!reader, terzo had issues, fingering, cum eating, impact play, orgasm denial, blindfolding, safe words, mirror sex, mentions of urine/piss kink, etc.
word count: ~6.5k
a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER!!! listen he's my favorite papa so you KNOW i had to make sure this was perfect. i really enjoyed being able to explore his character with these prompts so this is very personal-headcanon heavy, but i hope you enjoy reading regardless!! feel free to request again :D
TEMPLATE CREDIT
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
☆ Terzo is the kind of lover that will put the needs of others before his own. As soon as the dust settles and the impassioned love-making has come to an end, he always begins with an emotional check-in. He'll ask you how you're feeling and if you need him to fetch anything for you but his body is already moving before you answer, perhaps to run a bath or bring over a glass of water. To him, taking care of you after sex is first on the list, always. He'll stroke your hair and pull you flush against him, allowing your body heat to seep into each other as either you or you both drift off into that rejuvenating kind of slumber you can only find in each other's arms.
☆ Even after sessions that are intense for him in particular, Terzo still pays himself no mind. Perhaps it's due to his former flings always expecting that from him, making him out to be this sort of sex god who is self-assured enough to take care of himself after they've left. Or maybe it's because deep down he feels undeserving of attention that isn't sexual, what with nearly everyone in the Ministry throwing themselves at him at any given opportunity. Regardless of whatever inner turmoil he may be experiencing, it isn't until you come along that this starts to change for him.
☆ At first he's confused as to why you're insisting on taking care of him, but that's nothing an uncomfortable (but necessary) conversation can't fix. He needs to be reminded that he is worthy of affection and attention, not just to what's between his legs. As he ages Terzo feels like he is growing more lackluster with each passing day, like a well-worn fabric that's beginning to fray around the edges. But you don't see that. You never would. And it breaks your heart to think that he feels aftercare is not a guarantee for him, that it's something he has to figure out for himself. You're determined to show him how much he means to you, how different this relationship is in comparison to his previous ones. You've come to find out he is a sucker for non-sexual physical affection through this, always one head scratch away from becoming boneless in your embrace.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
☆ Terzo doesn't have a favorite body part of his, but if he had to choose… he would probably say his hands. Manicured to perfection thanks to his semi-weekly appointments yet slightly arthritic, he prides himself on the ways he can eke pleasure out of you just using them and nothing more.
☆ He can lay you down with them, flattening his fingers against your flushed skin as he smooths palms up and down your sides. They seem to have a mind of their own, wanting to memorize every dip and curve of your form. He can brush his fingertips feather-light over your erogenous zones, reducing you to a pleading mess just from the sensation, and when those fingers are finally inside you… Satanas below, you're in for it. He'll pump them in and out of you rather languidly and stick his fingers from his free hand into your mouth to muffle your cries for him to go faster. "Mi dispiace, cuore," he'd tease, "I can't do what you want me to unless you tell me."
☆ His favorite body part of yours would have to be your eyes. Ever the romantic (which he has been able to indulge in since your relationship began), Terzo believes that the eyes are truly the windows to the soul. Your eyes in particular, he feels, can express a myriad of emotions that only he is privy to. A rather innocent passing of each other in the hallway can turn erotic in seconds based solely on the look you purposefully throw in his direction, and he will be thinking about it for the rest of the day.
☆ Specifically, thinking about the way you look up at him with his cock nudging the back of your throat, the way your eyes seem to do all of the pleading for him to ease his way into your aching hole, and about your deliciously fucked-out gaze cast from over your shoulder while he takes you from behind. It would simply be impossible for him to focus on anything except the next time he can see you. The minutes would drift by like hours until he's able to whisk you away to his quarters to test how… expressive your eyes can truly be.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)
☆ Terzo will take any opportunity to cum on you rather than inside of you. It's not that he doesn't enjoy the feeling of releasing inside you, but there's something about the way his release looks on your skin after he's painted you with it that riles him up to no end. He loves to watch it drip down the curves of your form, tracing your silhouette as it shimmers in the light. It invokes a feeling of ownership for him, the act of "claiming" you this way helps your relationship feel real for him. He'd rather have this than a potential love that's constantly threatening to slip through his fingers.
☆ This is why it excites him when you're enthusiastic about him cumming on you. If you're giving him head and you beg for him to cum on your face he will be able to fulfill your wish just from hearing you say that. During missionary, all it will take is you gasping out for him to pull out and mark you before he'd groan and nibble on your neck in pure ecstasy. He'd pull away and out of you, giving himself a few more encouraging pumps before releasing all over your torso, crying out a broken "Grazie!" as he empties himself of all he has. At least this is what he thinks before he watches you collect it on your fingers and lick it off, savoring the taste. Then he gets hard all over again.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
☆ Terzo is a slut for pain. He has trouble admitting it because he is so used to previous hookups wanting him to assume the dominant role, but deep down he longs for submission as well. It's really no surprise that he yearns to give up control when he's been often viewed as a means to an end, the harbinger of a good orgasm. He is currently too ashamed to present his fantasies to you because of this, but there are many that come to mind when Terzo daydreams about the ways you could ruin him.
☆ First and foremost, he needs impact play just as badly as he needs to breathe. And we're not talking just spanking either (although he really does love that, too). His lustful reverie almost always include you slapping his face and cock around a little bit, his nipples being pinched, and his hair being pulled. He isn't sure why he finds it pleasurable, having never dared to explore the psychology behind his own desires, but what he does know is that he can't get enough of it.
☆ It doesn't have to be a form of punishment for him, either. His submission doesn't have to warrant discipline every single time. Sometimes he just wants to absorb the pain and truly feel it. His forced removal from being Papa has triggered a strong dissociation for him and, at the end of the day, is grounding for him. And you can't deny that his skin blooms such a pretty pink when it's been slapped, coupling nicely with his worn-out little gasps and whines as you see just how much he can take.
☆ Additionally, Terzo loves that heat-of-the-moment kind of pain where hands grab wherever they can and just pull, too overwhelmed with pleasure to think about consequences. If he's bouncing you in his lap and your hands reach behind him to pull at his disheveled hair, he will let out a strangled version of your name and cum on the spot. If he's folding you into a mating press and you scratch your fingernails down his forearms, he'll hiss in delight and murmur a "Take it out on me, cuore, it's alright." Marveling at the marks left on him in the morning has become the highlight of his day, a constant reminder of who he belongs to.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
☆ Experienced, for sure. As mentioned before, throughout his years at the Ministry he has been the object of affection of many. He's never one to turn down a quick fuck, but there's this insistent part of him that yearns for something more, something with longevity. It eats away at him every time he thinks about what he's become in the eyes of the Ministry: sex god, casanova complex Terzo. But, at the end of the day, he doesn't truly know who he is outside of being that object of desire (heavy emphasis on "object"). Your steadfast presence in his life is helping him unlearn this.
☆ But with this being said, he is very well-versed in pleasing all types of anatomy and is game to indulge in any kinks you may have. As long as there's a safeword involved, he can get his freak on for sure. He knows just where to kiss, just where to touch to make you shiver even if your skin is flushing. And if you're unfamiliar/unsure about trying out something you're interested in, he will walk you through it in baby steps.
☆ And there is something so, so sexy about him taking your hand and letting you test the waters instead of trying to dive in head-first. He'll murmur in that thick accent of his phrases like "does that feel good?" and "Dolce, you're doing so well for your Papa..." He loves to lay it on thick with the praise during these moments, always making sure that you know how proud he is that you're exploring your own sexuality.
☆ When it comes to him being submissive, he lacks the expertise he usually carries with him as a dominant. This isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy subbing (as we can tell from the previous section), but he will need the same kind of praise from you in the beginning when he chooses to walk this path. And he gets so shy when you tell him how well he's doing, trying to hide his face as a beautiful pink starts to dust his cheeks and chest. Poor guy just needs some encouraging kisses and mind-numbing orgasms (your doing, of course) to find his footing.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
☆ God, he loves doggy. There's something about the way you look from behind, back arched in pleasure as his cock plunges in and out of you that throws him into a lusty haze. It's like a switch is flipped in him, and all that's left on his mind is how badly he wants to you to cum, how badly he wants to feel you clench around him as you ride out your own release.
☆ Another reason Terzo loves this position so much is that your hips are practically begging to be grabbed. Not only does it keep the two of you stable but he goes crazy for the way the curve of your figure fits into his hands that knead and squeeze wherever they can. The way your body goes limp in his grasp as he pulls your hips in to meet his own with each thrust… he could watch it all day if stamina permitted.
☆ Oh, and one more thing - Terzo is an ass man and this position gives him ample opportunities to leave your ass burning and blemished. Only if you want it to be, of course. Consent is key!
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.
☆ Very serious. A romantic at heart, Terzo views his courtship of you to be sacred, something to be treasured, especially because he hasn't had this kind of connection with another in a very long time. So in bed, he will be very tender and sweet, always checking in to make sure you're feeling okay and lavishing your body with the worship it deserves.
☆ Sex has always been an act worthy of reverence in Terzo's eyes, but his years at the Ministry have tainted that. When he became Papa, all he wished for was to be accepted, and that unfortunately came with a price. His frequent one-night-stands led the congregation to conclude that he was easy, someone who didn't care much for anything other than when he could have sex again. He felt reduced, boiled down to an object because he had to be. That's who he, the third Emeritus brother, would forever be known for. He hadn't realized just how much he missed truly loving and being loved in return until he met you.
☆ So don't expect much giggling unless something tickles or someone falls over. He won't be upset if you don't take the sex seriously yourself, but it will bring back memories of him practically being used by his previous sexual partners. Sex to him, at this point in his life and your relationship, is a means of proving his devotion and loyalty to you. And he'll be damned if he lets that feeling ever escape him again.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
☆ Terzo is vain about his appearance and his pubic hair is no exception. He has a happy trail that leads down to a wide, triangular patch of hair just above his cock that he constantly maintains to keep its shape. He doesn't like when it gets too long and unruly but also doesn't like to be completely hairless down there. He settles for a happy medium between stubble and bush. As he ages the salt and peppering in his pubic hair becomes more prominent, along with the hair on his chest and arms. He catches you staring often.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
☆ Intimacy, genuine intimacy, is something that Terzo craves in the deepest reaches of his soul. That kind of connection that only sex can offer, especially when you truly are in love with the other party, is sacred. So during sex he will exude passion for you, professing his undying love for you any chance he can get. He's careful not to overdo it out of fear that it will scare you away, but reassurance from you remedies this worry entirely. If anything, it's so sexy when he does it every single time as if it were the last.
☆ His romanticism shines through in the way that he holds you, the way that his palms smooth over your body and press it against his as he fucks into you. It's not gentle, but it's not aggressive either. It's poised. It's a deep-seeded respect for you and your pleasure, a manifestation of his infatuation. And his eyes hold everything. His gaze is wanton in the moment, pupils blown wide with lust, but there's something swimming underneath their surface that only you have access to: his commitment. He's staunchly dedicated to you and only you because he wants to be. There's a special kind of beauty in that.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
☆ Terzo loves to masturbate while you watch. And not only are you watching, but you're commanding his every move. Telling him what part of his cock to stroke, how quickly he's allowed to move and, most importantly, when he's allowed to cum. He adores not only being completely at your mercy but also putting on a show for you when he relinquishes the reigns to his pleasure.
☆ He's unabashed with the way he moans and writhes as you deny his orgasm over and over, reaching out for you to help him even though he knows you won't. He doesn't mind either. He savors the helplessness and the power you hold over him, mind able to go empty save for being nothing but good for you. He'll whimper at the sight of precum dribbling from his cock, so desperate for release but also just as desperate to please you. He can take it, he's sure of it.
☆ And you can tell every time he gets close with the specific noises he makes and the way his body twitches in anticipation. His moans get higher pitched and a little squeaky, and the muscles in his abdomen are pulled taut as his hips buck up into nothing. He's so sure that you're going to command him to pull his hand away again, but that command never comes. Instead it's a gentle "go ahead, sweet boy" that flings him over the edge. He cums with a strangled cry and strokes himself through it, delighted to be able to finally enjoy his orgasm with your permission.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
☆ You would think that it's everything and anything under the sun, having years upon years of sexual experience, but that's not quite true. There are plenty of kinks that Terzo has never been truly comfortable with, but there are also just as many that are right up his alley. One kink he is honed-in on exploring with you (besides impact play) is blindfolding. Allow me to explain.
☆ Terzo shares the belief with many that sex is all about physical sensation. The pleasures of the flesh are something that he always held a strong curiosity for. As the years pass and he chooses monogamy with you he slowly (but surely) allows himself to believe that he can have sex because he wants to, not just when others want it from him. And this kind of play is the perfect means of exploring each other's bodies, in every sense of the word.
☆ Once boundaries are set between the two of you, Terzo won't be able to decide who he wants to wear the blindfold first! Let me break down what would happen based on who does.
☆ If he's more drawn to holding power over your pleasure for the night, he'll make you shiver with alternating cool and warm breaths all over your erogenous zones. He'll reach down between your exposed legs with lubed fingers, stroking to emphasize the wet sounds that emerge. This is all you can hear along with the gentle purr of his voice in your ear: "So messy, tesoro. What do you suppose we do about that?"
☆ More often, though, Terzo eagerly waits on his knees for you to blindfold him. Tie his wrists above his head to the bed frame and he will be trembling with arousal. Rake your fingers down his chest, stomach, and thighs to get him writhing and pulling against his bindings. His cock would be flushed and leaking despite the o-ring you've been making him wear all day, and he'd let out a strained "Per favore" while you ghost your breath over his tip. The noises he'd let out when you finally take him into your mouth are sinful enough to make even Satan want to give the two of you some privacy.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
☆ He's grown to prefer the seclusion of the bedroom. When he was younger, perhaps in his Cardinal days, he would be riskier with the publicity of his fucks. But now that he has someone in his life he wants to spend the rest of it with (you!), Terzo prefers the privacy. Not only does it mean that you don't run the risk of being seen, but it also is a manifestation of one of Terzo's biggest fears: being seen as nothing but the Papa who is "easy." If he sequesters the two of you away, the world can't reach either of you.
☆ But inside his bedroom, any location is fair game. He's given you head while you sit on the kitchenette counter, you guys have fucked more times in the shower than you can count, and he's bent you over the sofa armrest before all of your clothes could fully come off many a time. Just because he's drawn towards the isolation doesn't mean he still can't get creative with where you guys get it on!
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
☆ He loves when you wear revealing clothing. Regardless of what your fashion sense is, any sliver of skin he's able to sneak a peek at will… distract him, for lack of a better word. If you wear a top that exposes more of your chest than usual around the Ministry, he will maintain his composure and give you a respectful compliment. It's a rather innocent exchange on the outside, but there's a specific lewd look in his eye hidden so well that only you can truly see it.
☆ It's a different story when you wear clothing like this around him in privacy. Wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts that leave little to the imagination will be enough to have him following you around like a dog. Even when you're not trying to seduce him, he still thinks you've never looked more beautiful and must make it known. He'd come up behind you and snake his arms around your waist, kissing your temple and murmuring filth into your ear.
☆ They'd be little lascivious things like "you look far better in this shirt than I ever could, cuore mio" and "you are my greatest weakness, simply indimenticabile." His hands would slink underneath your shirt and smooth up your stomach to press you into him, rubbing his bulge against your ass. It's safe to say that those clothes don't stay on your body for long. Not when you drive him this wild.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
☆ Terzo draws the line at human excrement/waste. If you ask him, anything that could be a bio-hazard doesn't belong in the bedroom. Urine can be an exception to this, though, in specific situations. It would also deeply sadden him if you were to take the sex between the two of you for granted. He knows he never would and trusts you enough to believe that you'll be gentle with his heart, but he spirals about this often. His libido may be high but his need for romantic, non-sexual connection is just as important.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
☆ He has no preference for giving or receiving, loving the sensations that both can give him. When it comes to giving oral, his generosity is limitless as he lavishes your sex with kisses, licks, and sucks. Regardless of what you've got going on down there, he is masterful with his tongue. And the look in his eyes while he wraps his lips around you, peering through his lashes and mouthing along you has resulted him getting his face fucked numerous times before. He looks so pretty when giving you oral and especially afterwards, with his hair hanging in his face and papal paints smeared around his lips.
☆ Giving Terzo head is one of the most versatile sex acts you could do with him. When he's feeling more dominant he will demand that you "kneel before your Papa" to take him into your mouth, the most unholy of communions. Those nights are filled with unforgiving thrusts that nudge the back of your throat and spit that dribbles onto your chest as all you can focus on is taking all of it, all of him.
☆ Submissive Terzo receiving a blowjob paints a different picture entirely. Suppose that you're giving one to him as a reward for taking a punishment in stride (which he loves). He would be grasping at any part of you he can reach when you seal your lips around his tip, practically folding in half at the long-awaited contact. He'd moan and wriggle under your touch, holding himself back from rolling his hips to meet your nose. But when you release him from your mouth to tell him that "it's okay to let go, honey," the dam would break instantly as he bobs your head up and down his length. And there is nothing sexier than a blissed-out Terzo taking what he wants from you.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
☆ Slow and sensual was his go-to for a long time. When your relationship first began and he was reveling in the sex he was having with you, Terzo feared being too rough with you would tarnish the connection you've created. The sex was dream-like, an addictive kind of want blooming underneath his hands as they appreciate the expanse of your body. But as he becomes more comfortable, more attuned to his own desires again, he allows himself to simply take you sometimes.
☆ If it's something agreed upon beforehand and boundaries are discussed, Terzo will use intercourse with you to blow off steam and encourages you to do the same. There's never any resentment behind that type of sex with him, but rather a release of pent-up physical energy. During these moments his thrusts are more forceful and he will rough you up a bit if you're into it. It's not humiliating nor degrading when he does, though. Not when he's sweet talking you the whole time with lecherous phrases like "your body responds so well to me, amore" and "you're going to take what your Papa gives you, sì?"
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
☆ His Cardinal days were full of them. Once he had his sights set on whatever Sibling he planned to whisk away, he would indulge himself in the chase (ONLY if he knew that the feeling was mutual). Moments of fleeting yet heated eye-contact from across the room would precede his cat-like slinking toward this potential fling, perhaps at dinner. He would sit across from them and get their mind all sticky-sweet with honeyed words, promises of what would be in store if they followed him to one of the Papal offices. "No one would find us there, cucciolo," he'd purr, tracing their shin under the table with the tip of his shoe. "Join me in worship, won't you?"
☆ His proclivity for this kind of behavior has faded with age, though. As you can probably tell from the previous sections, Terzo's many mid-life crises and revelations after meeting you have made him more hesitant to have sex as frequently as he used to. He hasn't lost the urge, though. It's just been clouded by the mistakes he made when he was younger. He still wants to have sex often, just not with whomever crosses his path anymore. Only with you. His devotion is unshakeable, eyes now only set how quickly he can get his true love into his chambers.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
☆ As mentioned previously, Terzo is no stranger to any kink or fetish and is happy to gratify his partner as long as both parties have a safeword and are not toeing the line between manageable injury and serious injury. This also applies to the pleasures he wants to wallow in, too, trusting that you will take the potential riskiness as seriously as he would with you. But it must be said that not all moments of experimentation have to involve riskiness. However, sometimes you don't realize you have a boundary until it's crossed.
☆ One situation that comes to mind where Terzo got a little too risky with it is when he practically begged you to verbally degrade and humiliate him. He often asked for this kind of treatment when he felt like he needed reminding of who he was after stressful days within the Ministry. He didn't want you to hold back, needing the grounding sting of your palm on his backside while you spat venom into his ears. Usually in these scenarios he lets himself go without issue, losing who he is for a moment so he can find it again with newfound purpose, with a new appreciation. But tonight was different.
☆ Where he usually enjoyed relinquishing every ounce of confidence he had, Terzo's mind instead fought tooth and nail to keep it close. He didn't slip into where he needed to be fast enough. Tears of anguish instead of the typical bliss pricked his eyes and it took every ounce of energy he had left to sob out "Meliora!" before collapsing. His body shook with pent-up emotion as his expression turned pained. The rest of that night was spent with you building him back up with your words and giving him the sweetest touches to soothe him, a salve for both his skin and mind. He never stopped apologizing for needing to be taken care of and it was heartbreaking how he felt undeserving, but you vowed to spend as much time as you could helping him believe that he was.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
☆ It really depends on how much time the two of you have to yourselves. I'm sure you can gather at this point that Terzo's aim is not to have sex with you constantly, but if you have a few hours of mutual alone time at least one of them will be reserved for sex. He loves to make you a delicious dinner before heading to the bed, but sometimes the tension building over the day has no choice but to snap as soon as the door to your quarters shuts behind you.
☆ He loves when sex is drawn out. Foreplay is a must for him, heightening the experience as clothes come off slowly and hands tease around spots that ache for touch the most. Sitting you in his lap so the two of you can make out while he rocks your hips against his own only enhances the shared desire as you feel him harden beneath you. He adores swallowing your whimpers and soft little pleas for him to speed things up, relishing the saccharine taste of your desperation. He'd insist on undressing you himself and allow you to do the same for him, every inch of skin revealed getting you needier and needier. Just how he wants you.
☆ Another reason why he loves long, slow-moving sex is because once he cums he is basically down and out for the count. If you have the capacity to have multiple orgasms, he will eke as many out of you as possible through different means each time. One he'll use just his mouth, the other just his hands, and maybe for another he will introduce a toy or two. If you can only have one, he'll edge you until you're crying for it and let you do the same to him as a reward.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
☆ Everything Terzo holds in his arsenal is well-chosen and used frequently. He has vibrators of all shapes and sizes, dildos of varying lengths, and a plethora of BDSM gear. This includes restraints, paddles/floggers, gags, and collars. He prefers having a variety of toys to choose from in case either you or him have a specific scene you want/need to play out. His collection is also this vast because he enjoys the journey of figuring out which toy feels the best for the both of you. His personal favorites for you to use on him are the strap on (if your anatomy calls for it), a remote-controlled vibrator that straps to the head of his cock, and a leather paddle in the shape of a heart. He also enjoys having his hands restrained, completely at your mercy.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
☆ The "T" in Terzo stands for "tease," didn't you know? It's damn-near impossible for him not to, what with the way you respond to his voice and his touch. It's addictive to him. When he has you naked from the waist down he adores the way you twitch beneath him when he rubs his hands along the crease of your upper thigh. His fingertips would just barely graze your sex, palms smoothing over flushed skin as he smirks at your whimpers. "You poor thing," he'd tantalize, "is there something you need?"
☆ He wouldn't be able to restrain the moan that rumbles through him as you roll your hips up towards his face. He can put up the titillating front for a good amount of time, but the longer he takes you in the more mutual the desperation becomes. He'd lean down and simply breathe onto your sex, scanning your face and body for every little reaction before licking a small stripe up you. Your taste and the sound you make has him straining in his pants, his erection becoming more adamant with each passing second. His teasing can only go so far before he starts growing impatient, too.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
☆ It'll depend on what the dynamic is, but he'd loud regardless. Chatty as hell, too. If he's assuming a more dominant role while he fucks you, he will grunt and groan. It's easy to tell when he's close because these rougher noises turn into full on moans and raise slightly in pitch. His thrusts would get faster and sloppier as he goes full stream-of-consciousness mode, frantically babbling about how good you feel and how he's gonna fill you with every last drop of him. And when he comes, it's somewhere between a strangled groan and a cry. When he's coming down from the high, his pants and huffs are vocalized without shame.
☆ If he's the one getting fucked or if he is feeling submissive, his moans will be softer at first. They're cute little things, mouth all kiss-swollen as he lets out tiny "ohs" and "mmms." He'd gasp phrases like "Please, cuore, I've been so good" or "Cazzo, you're so big! So deep!". When he gets close to cumming his moans get squeakier and more whiny as he loses control over the sounds/words that escape him. He'd bite his own teeth and scrunch his eyes shut as he teeters on the edge, crying out with zero restraint as he cums (untouched at times if you've been fucking him).
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
☆ Terzo has a full-length mirror by his bedside specifically so he can make you watch as he fucks you. He'd bounce you on his lap with your back towards him, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hand grasping your face, forcing you to keep your gaze locked on the reflection before you. His chin would rest on your shoulder and his eyes would flit between your own and where the two of you meet, hooked on the sight of you. This gives him ample opportunity to move his mouth to the shell of your ear and mumble obscenities like "Look how it goes all the way in, amore" and "See how you're making a mess all over my lap?"
☆ However, it takes two to tango. He's learned this the hard way (or rather, in the best way) when you caught him off guard one night. You had him on his hands and knees as you took him from behind when you caught a glimpse of the two of you in this mirror. Then, after what seemed like a rather tame sliding of your hand up his back, you threaded your fingers in his raven locks and pulled. His neck craned upward as he yelped, locking eyes with himself in the mirror. His papal paints were smudged and he was near-drooling from the overwhelm of pleasure. It wasn't until you started dishing out your own flavor of filth into his ear that he came, forcing him to watch the reflection his own undoing.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
☆ Our beloved Terzo is rocking a solid seven inches when standing at attention, which is straight out in front of him, but the weight of it pulls it at a downward angle. It's firm girth comes from how wide it is and he is circumcised!
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
☆ Very high in that he still thinks of it as often as he did when he was younger, but he has learned to hold the reigns on it well in comparison to the decisions he used to make in the past. Acting on sexual urges is strategic for him, something that he has to plan around what he has to do around the day and what time he needs to be in bed by. He also feels an urge to have the initiation of sex with you to be come grand gesture even though you've told him countless times before that it doesn't need to be that serious. Unfortunately, given the way he feels about having you at his side, it is very serious for him.
☆ This doesn't stop him from telling you how he's been thinking about making love to you all day as he slips your clothes off your body with practiced ease and kissing along your shoulders and neck (with some gentle nibbles mixed in, of course). He wouldn't be able to stop praising your beauty, laying you down onto the bed as he admires you like a piece of precious glass artwork. He'd whisper against your exposed skin about how he will never love another like how he loves you, about how his appreciation for you will never be ephemeral. He's the kind of yearner that oozes just the right amount of romanticism to get those butterflies swarming in your stomach. Who could ask for more?
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
☆ It'll be influenced by what time of day you're having sex, but if it's before bed he will try his damndest to fight off the sleepiness that creeps into his bones after orgasming. Aftercare is still a priority for him, obviously, but after you both are cleaned up he will pull you into bed so you can cuddle him to sleep. He loves when you pull him close and pet his hair with his head on your chest, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. It's centering for him, a reminder of what he has to look forward to every day. It keeps him tethered to this life, this role he's chosen for himself. Your presence in his daily life is a gleaming reminder that retirement doesn't have to be so miserable after all. He doesn't have to be reminded of everything he lost when he is so grateful for everything he's gained because of it.
