Sometimes when you have a hobby you use it for useful things. And sometimes you make silly little things like a crochet intarsia decoration to hang 2 feet in front of your face over your desk because it makes you smile. Made a tiny one for the car, too, to scandalize my small southern town when I drive around with my children.
I feel like too many of us are over looking the fact that Copia and Perpetua both wear very tight pants and if you've ever worn very tight pants you KNOW how silly and unsexy you look trying to take them off.
What I'm saying is... I need to read/write a fic about one of them, where they fucking eat shit trying to get those fuckass skinny jeans off.
Terzo-adjacent?!
Warning: I don't know how to draw; sorry Terzo lovers :'(
Anyways, I took my two elementary-aged kids to the barber, which meant that I had a free 20 minutes. I haven't drawn on actual paper in about 7 years, and even then I only drew ladies. Faces? Hard. I don't know how to draw sexy old men. Will I ever actually finish this? No, probably not. I wimped out. BUT my 8-year-old said it was pretty good and that he would let me keep it in his sketchbook, so that was pretty nice of him. Sorry I'm dookie, but hey, here's something new to look at in your Terzo tags <3
My favorite thing is that we collectively assumed that the 'sexy pixxx' on Cardi's computer are of himself and not of other people. I haven't seen anyone even entertain the idea that it's not just a folder full of himself.
Summary: Copia is all too enthusiastic when you suggest something new.
Warnings: 18+, smut, f receiving oral, face sitting, dry humping, kissing, Copia’s nose, Copia being beautiful, Copia worshipping reader, fluff, established relationship
Word count: 2k
A/N: Happy Birthday @littlemissemeritus!! I cannot believe writing a face sitting fic for you motivated me to get back into writing after several months. Hope you have a good one today, this is for you :)
The Cardinal had such a beautiful face. It was the kind of face that artists yearned for as to inspire their pieces of work. You could imagine that anyone with an ounce of talent in their bodies would long for him to be their muse. He had the kind of face that people went to war for.
Which is why you had the burning urge to sit on it.
Especially his nose. His gorgeous nose.
A flurry of butterflies swarmed in your stomach any time he looked at you, which had been a lot in more recent times. Ever since he expressed an interest in you really. You had always admired him from a distance, keeping away from him as your desire for him overwhelmed you any time you were in close contact. So you watched him, just looked at him, from afar. It turned out that he felt the same way for you, as he awkwardly admitted one day. He was endearing as well as beautiful which really screwed you over - the lust that buzzed in your bloodstream only doubling with that new information.
Another fun fact about the charming Cardinal Copia was that he worshipped you. By simply throwing him the bone of sharing a mutual affection for each other, he was willing to do anything for you. Which is why it didn't take too long once the intimate side of your relationship had started for you to express your want, no need, to sit on his face. And he was all too happy to hear it.
The way his eyes lit up at the mere notion of it showed you how in tune the two of you were. His words only solidified this. "I think that is a wonderful idea."
You weren't entirely surprised by his enthusiasm, he had shown in the past how willing he was to try anything in the bedroom with you. And with how much he practically bowed down before you and grovelled at your feet, it wasn't exactly a shock that he liked the idea of you potentially suffocating him by sitting on his face and crushing his head between your thighs. Not that you'd let that happen, you liked him too much so would prefer it if he stayed alive. Copia wouldn't have hesitated in saying that dying as a consequence of giving you an orgasm would be a pretty good way to go.
You were, however, slightly surprised when he suggested going forward with the activity right then and there in the moment.
"Wait, right now?" You gasped at him.
"Why not?" Copia shrugged in response, a smile on his face. "I have time. You have time. My bed is right there."
Your eyes drifted towards the piece of furniture in his room. You should've seen this coming really with how you'd brought up the idea whilst in his bedroom. It seemed only natural to immediately give it a go.
He saw you hesitate. "My face is also willing and available."
Your gaze snapped back towards his face. His beautiful, beautiful face. His nose really was calling to you, begging to be ridden on.
"Okay, let's do it."
"Great!" Copia cheered and bounded over to the bed, leaping onto the mattress and landing on his pillows with a couple of small bounces. He starfished momentarily before waving you over. "Come, come! So I can make you come!"
You shook your head at his joke, stifling a smile, and started kicking off your shoes. Pausing, you stared at Copia sprawled on the bed. He was fully dressed, and would remain so. You, on the other hand, would be have to be naked from at least the waist down.
The Cardinal noticed your hesitation and pushed himself up on his elbows to look at you. "If it makes you feel better, I am very excited about this."
The sincere grin on his face, the face you were about to sit on, was very convincing of his enthusiasm. So you stripped. Well, stripped from the waist down at least. And then you crawled onto the bed, smiling at Copia as he flattened himself against the bed again, fully prepared for what was to come. However, he appeared confused once the length of your body covered his and you stopped with your face hanging over his.
"Amore, what are you doing? This is not prime position for what we discussed." Copia's eyes roamed your face, affection filling them as he gazed up at you. He was confused but he certainly was not complaining when he had your breathtaking face so close to his own. He always found himself feeling rather lucky that you felt the same way for him as he did for you. When he had first admitted his feelings, he had expected that he would have needed to grovel at your feet in order to convince you to go on one date with him. He was shocked when you had immediately announced that you found him beautiful and jumped at the chance to spend the evening with him. It had only gone uphill from there.
"That'll come soon enough." You nudged your nose against his. "But kissing first."
"Well, if you insist." Copia chuckled lowly and closed the inch of distance between the two of you, his lips covering yours.
It was always nice kissing the Cardinal. Extremely nice. He knew the perfect ratio of lips to tongue, the exact way to have your toes curling without even touching you intimately with his hands, and the precise moment to break away that always left you craving more. He always had you clinging onto him, trying to pull him impossibly closer, bucking your hips against him with the desire for some sort of friction. You believed it was part due to your carnal attraction to him based on his beautiful face, but you knew it was because he possessed the gift of knowing you, of understanding you. He could sense exactly what would get you ticking and used that to his full advantage.
Which is why it didn't take him long before he was sliding one his thighs in between yours and pressing it against you.
You whimpered against his mouth and reluctantly broke the kiss. "That is not what we agreed."
Copia smiled. "Oh but, amore, I know it's what you want."
Damn, he was right. How he read you so well would continue to be a mystery. But oh, it was a mystery that you loved.
So you kissed him again and rutted your hips against his thigh, letting out a soft moan against his mouth as you did so. This sound made Copia smile, as it usually did. The initial objective was forgotten momentarily as you suddenly favoured the idea of riding his thigh rather than his face. This particular activity wasn't new for the two of you, in fact it happened to be one of the first things that you had explored with him and tended to make an appearance during every sexual encounter with him.
You desperately grinded your pelvis against his thigh, chasing the high that you knew would come soon enough. The Cardinal could sense your impending orgasm so shifted his leg into a slightly different position that would get you there sooner. He knew all the tricks with you, after all. But just as you inched closer and closer to that inevitable drop, Copia dropped his thigh from beneath you and slide it out from between your legs.
You groaned in protest. "Why? Why did you do that?"
The quaking feeling of the approaching orgasm faded away into a buzz that had you clenching around nothing. You hated him sometimes. Despite worshipping the ground you walked on, he could also be a tease.
"I think it is time for you to sit on my face now, don't you think?" He grinned up at you like the Chesire Cat and made a circular motion with his hand at his face. "Use this to make you come instead?"
He knew exactly how to get you.
Seeing the desire in your eyes, he patted his chest. "First slide on up here and take a seat."
You did as you were told, very aware that your arousal was staining his clothes. "Now what?"
"Now you sit on my face."
With a low sigh, you scooted forward until you were hovering over his face. But then you paused.
Copia's hands rested on your thighs, gliding up and down the skin to calm you. "Sit down. I promise it'll be fine."
"Are you sure? I don't want to break anything."
He laughed. "You won't. Just sit."
"But... your nose." You whined, thinking about how one slight slip up could leave it a mess forever. A crooked nose would look good on him, granted, but you did also like the way it looked now very much.
Copia huffed. "I can wait here all day if you like, I have a very nice view, but it's you who will be left with cramping legs and sexual frustration if you do not sit down."
He was right. The bastard. So you sat.
The delighted squeak that left Copia and was muffled against you did not leave you regretting that decision.
There was only a fraction of a second of delay, that had you wondering whether you had suffocated him, before his tongue darted out and swiped against you.
"Oh." Your hips squirmed at the sensation, the angle somewhat different to usual oral.
Copia's hands gripped your thighs tightly, somehow forcing you to sit against him even harder. It was like the taste of you sent him into a frenzy, it had, that caused him to make his mouth go wild on you. He devoured you. Licking, biting, sucking, shaking his head from side to side. Anything that he could reach was touched by his mouth at least once.
One of your hands flew to the headboard of his bed, clinging on for stability, whilst the other slapped across your mouth in an attempt to smother the sounds that were attempting to escape you. But as much as you could control the sounds your mouth was making, you could not control the movement of your hips. A primal urge overtook you that had you rutting your hips backwards and forwards. And once your clit hit his nose, you were done for.
A choked cry left your throat, the hand covering your mouth abandoning it's mission and flying down to grip onto Copia's greying hair instead. The grasp you had on him kept him in exactly the position you wanted as you rode his face, pelvis circling so the tip of his nose continuously hit exactly where you needed it to. The Cardinal beneath you had no issues with that and just carried on using his tongue to hungrily eat you like you were his last meal.
So lost in your own ecstasy, you didn't notice the squeaking of the bed springs behind you as Copia uselessly thrust his hips up into the air seeking out a friction that did not exist. However, he suspected he was probably going to come based on the taste of you alone. So sweet. So delicious. So addictive.
You weren't surprised at how little it took to have you approaching the edge of your orgasm with how good it felt. You expected maybe a few more knocks of your clit against his nose would have you there but you were caught off guard when the tips of the Cardinal's fingers dug so deeply into the flesh of your thighs that you predicted you would be seeing bruises sometime soon, and he pushed his face even harder against you. With the added pressure, your body tensed up and you crashed over the edge.
A strangled scream left your mouth as you collapsed against the headboard. Copia smoothed his hands up and down your thighs to calm you down as you slowed your breathing down, eventually lifting a shaking leg to move off of his face and sit down next to him.
The room was silent for only a moment before your beautiful Cardinal spoke.
"Well, that was fun." He chimed happily. "We should do that again."
You glanced over at him, taking in the sight of his skin glistening with the remains of you, looking drunk on the taste. He really was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
I have a friend that I went to high school with. I haven't seen him in 15 years at least, but we send messages to each other every single day. We're both perfectly content to tell each other what time we woke up, what we are thinking about making for dinner, or just any number of mundane things. He sent me a message talking about a specific brand of seasoning called Cavender's. I read it too fast and thought it said 'cadaver' seasoning. Now I can't stop thinking about the fact that if you put any seasoning on any meat, it's cadaver seasoning 😭
