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Better Than Your Hands | Terzo x f!Reader

You try not to wake your Papa when you come home but he's ever so perceptive as to what you're up to.

Content: 1.1k words, f!reader, smut (mild dom!terzo, caught masturbating, biting, teasing, p in v, light manhandling, unprotected, coming inside) 18+, MDNI

In a shocking twist of events I wrote my first Terzo smut, more as a practice than to share it but I was convinced by my friends. This is for @leezlelatch ♡

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The room is draped in deep shadows. A sliver of pale moonlight falls onto the sleeping man’s face, bare and soft without the edges of his paints, framed by his unkempt raven hair with silver streaks. He looks so peaceful like this, the reading glasses and his book safely resting on the nightstand. He sleeps in the same pose as always – on his back with one hand spread in the direction of your pillow. Only tonight his arms have nothing to curl around. 

For a moment you wish you would have come home earlier to see him reading. To have him read to you in Italian like most nights with your head on his pillowy chest. You have settled into a slower life these days and yet it is rare to see him so utterly relaxed. You’ve been wanting him all day, needing him, craving him, but you cannot bring yourself to wake him up so selfishly. 

Instead you tiptoe to the bathroom, tiptoe to your closet to find one of his shirts and then tiptoe over to your bed. You’re tired when you soundlessly slip beneath the blankets, exhausted after working so late tonight. You could fall asleep instantly, follow him into this peaceful state, if it weren’t for the persistent throbbing between your thighs.

You roll to your side, facing away from the sleeping man next to you. Your hand slides down your body, no time for gentle caresses as you shove it underneath the waistband of your panties. A soft sigh leaves your lips when you feel the wetness between your legs and you run your fingers through your folds, teasing your clit with every motion. As the friction finally provides some relief, your head falls back into the pillow. You start to rub slow but intense circles, heat slowly spreading in your body. It’s quick and messy but you think you can–

The mattress dips beneath you, a silent, unexpected quake that brings you to a stop as you try to make out any sounds that indicate whether he woke up or not. Before you can turn around a hand much broader than your own slides between your legs, cupping your own, and the strong forearm it’s attached to keeps you still.

“What do you think you are doing here, bella?” he purrs.

You shift uncomfortably, your cheeks heating up. “You were asleep when I got home.”

“Amore, you know you can always wake your Papa when you need him, eh?”

His second arm snakes underneath your body like a serpent, a firm hand spreading over your belly before he pulls you across the mattress and flush against him. One knee pushes between your legs until his thigh is pressed tightly against your wet cunt.

“Do you think I could ever be too tired to fuck you?” he asks. 

Encased by his warm body with his voice deep and his breath hot against your ear the only sound you can produce is a moan. Terzo pulls at your panties, pushing them down to your knees until he can line himself up from behind. His cock is already hard, like the mere sight of you pleasing yourself was enough to have him ready for you.

“Oh amore, not even the most vicious storm could keep me from you.” He pushes inside with a grunt, the tip of his cock sliding along your inner walls just so. “N-not even the most biblical of catastrophes.” Another inch, a slow, shallow roll of his hips. “No flood, no thunder, n-no hurricane.” He pulls back, then fills you up with one sharp thrust. “Not even Death himself.”

You keen, uselessly grabbing at the sheets. Terzo’s hand shoots up to grab your chin, angling it towards his mouth.

“Do you understand?” 

You nod as best as you can. His fingers dig into your jaw a little more tightly to keep it still. Words. “Yes, Papa.”

A soft kiss to your cheek. “Brava ragazza. Now I will show you what you almost missed.”

He rolls his hips again, letting go of your head to grab your thigh and use it for leverage. His pace picks up as he begins to fuck you, deep and precise thrusts that fill your whole body with pleasure. His own grunts echo in the quiet around you, intermingling with your desperate moans and whimpers.

“Did you think of me all day, bella?” he teases, slowing down as he rubs his nose along your shoulders. “Were you so desperate to have me that you couldn’t go to sleep without touching that sweet little pussy?”

You nod desperately, so fast your head bumps against his jaw.

“Words,” Terzo warns. “Tell your Papa how much you wanted him.”

“I wanted you all day,” you admit, squirming in his hold. “Thought about you in every meeting, even the one with Sister.”

You can feel him grinning against your shoulder blade before he gently bites the tender skin above. Still, he isn’t moving any faster, only gives you these slow, languid thrusts that drive you wild. Impatiently, you push back against him, fucking yourself against his cock, and his initial moan quickly turns into a distorted growl. His fingers dig into the soft meat of your hips before he loses his patience. With one swift roll he has you on your belly, teeth still stuck in your shoulder as he drives himself into you from behind again and again. Your cries are muffled by the pillow and the new angle brings you close to the edge within seconds. You can feel him so deep inside of you, his whole body weighing you down until all you can focus on is the heat in your lower belly. 

Terzo pushes his hand back between your bodies, leaning heavily on his other arm, and he hardly grazes your clit before you spasm around him. He groans when he feels you tightening, the orgasm a heavy crash of pleasure and relief. Terzo’s rhythm falters when he follows you, rolling his hips a few more times until he curses under his breath and eventually stills. His hair falls into his face until you can feel it tickling the skin of your neck and shoulder, all while his cock empties inside of you.

With two more lazy thrusts he prolongs both of your pleasure, fucking his come deeper into you while your body goes limp underneath him. He inhales sharply, humming against your ear before he pulls you both back onto your sides. His lips leave a soft trail of kisses over the bite on your shoulder, then up your neck until he can reach your jaw.

“Better than your hands, amore, hm?” he teases as his arms wrap tightly around you again.

You lean into his embrace, content and happy. “So much better.”

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Mistletoe’d: Papa Emeritus III x F Reader

“Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

**WARNING - NSFW CONTENT - MDNI**

Summary: After the Ministry Christmas party, you join Terzo in his bedchamber for some festive activities.

CW/Tags: characters drinking alcohol, established relationship, clothed female nude male, blowjob, penetrative sex (P in V), condom use, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face fucking

Word Count: 4381

Available on AO3! Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia

Author’s Note: This is the third day of the four-part series XXXmas at the Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia - please read their works too!

Happy Hornidays! ❄️

xoxo, the Naughty Ghulehs 💋

Primo | Secondo | Copia

A HUGE thank you to AlexandrMcQueer on Twitter for the accompanying artwork! Check out the full NSFW version on her account.

Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.

But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.

Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.

Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.

“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.

“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”

That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.

Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.

Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.

The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.

Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.

“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.

He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.

As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.

“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.

“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”

“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.

You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.

Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”

The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.

“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”

“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.

“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.

He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.

“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”

You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.

He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”

You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.

“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.

“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”

“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.

“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.

You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.

“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured.

“Come on - spill!”

“Well, Terzo and I -”

“Terzo?” said another.

“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.

“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”

“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.

“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.

“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.

You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.

You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —

What was that?

He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.

“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”

His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”

“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.

“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”

“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”

“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.

He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.

“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.

“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.

You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.

“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.

You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.

“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.

You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.

Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.

He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.

Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK

“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.

Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK

“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.

You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.

“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.

“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.

“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”

You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”

He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.

He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.

“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.

Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.

“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.

“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”

“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”

“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”

“‘Our?’”

“Shit. You know what I meant.”

He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”

Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”

“Bottom drawer!” he called out.

Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”

“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.

“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”

“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”

“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”

“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.

“It’s just, argh!”

“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.

“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”

He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”

“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”

“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.

“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.

“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”

Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.

You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.

“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”

“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.

You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.

“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.

“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.

“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.

“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.

“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.

“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.

You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.

“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”

“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”

You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.

“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.

“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”

You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.

He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.

Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.

You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.

“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.

His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.

“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn���t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.

“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.

“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”

You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.

“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”

“There’s more?”

“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”

You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.

One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.

You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.

“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”

You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”

[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]

Italian to English Translations

(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)

tesorina (little treasure/darling)

amore (mio) ((my) love)

cazzo (fuck)

Stai zitto (Shut up)

Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)

Sorella (Sister/nun)

bella (beautiful)

Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)

merda (shit)

La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)

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October 5th

Collaring, Papa Emeritus III x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 2k

Warnings: Collaring and leashes; established relationship; power play?; dom!Terzo; sub!Reader; piv; vaginal sex; protected sex; clothed man, semi-naked woman; vaginal fingering; masturbation; choking; positive degradation; spanking; cunnilingus; squirting; cumswap (sorry not sorry); nipple play; free use?; body worship;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Terzo was already sat on the bed waiting for you when you entered the room, your frame decorated with black lingerie and harnesses. Terzo, after a long day at the Ministry filled with meetings and stressful actions, was still fully clothed in his suit, albeit missing the jacket. His legs were open as they often were when beginning a scene like this - he liked this posture because it made him feel powerful. In his right hand was a thick, black, leather collar, with a circular ring screwed into the middle of it. He fully intended to put you in that tonight.

“Come here, tesoro.” He requested softly. His voice was deep and smooth as it usually was in the bedroom, and it had you melting. You obeyed him and bent slightly at the knees, allowing him from his seated position to clasp the thick collar around your neck. Following a chaste kiss to your red lips, he then clipped a silver, metal leash to the collar. “On your knees for me.”

You placed yourself in front of him as gracefully as you could, your eyes never breaking the contact with his. You knew better than to make any movements or decisions. Papa was in charge now. Papa would tell you what to do.

“Touch yourself.”

Your hand immediately went down to your clothed clit and began to rub over the black cotton that covered it, teasing yourself for Terzo’s enjoyment. You immediately began bucking your hips in time with your movements chasing as much pleasure as you could from the muted touch. Your noises were soft but genuine, the pleasure was great but not enough to have you screaming. Terzo’s hand grasped onto the other end of the collar tightly, though his eyes were transfixed by your hand, obsessed with the way that it was moving and giving you the pleasure that he asked for.

“Does your hand feel good, tesoro?” Terzo asked, very much affected by your little show.

“Yes, Papa. Fuck! Not as good as yours, though. I l-love the way your fingers feel on me… inside of me.”

“Hmm.”

Your other hand moved from your thigh up to your breast, grasping it and playing with it to put on the extra show for Papa. Your fingers found the erect nipple poking through the delicate lace of the bra and began pinching and playing with it, giving Terzo an extra moan of satisfaction. All the while the pupils of his mismatched eyes were blown out, and staring at you with nothing but lust and adoration. You were pleasing him, you could see by the very prominent bulge under his trousers.

“Papa!” Whimpering his title was a sure fire way of getting him riled up. He wanted to seem powerful today, he wanted to remind himself of his position. Seeing you on your knees at his mercy was a sure fire way of doing that.

As the pleasure became too much you stopped your ministrations on your breast and instead clutched onto the loose chain of the leash, and your hand moved faster and faster over your clit, still trapped under the fabric of your panties. Meanwhile, your hole was clenching around nothing, screaming out for your fingers to fill it. But Papa hadn’t told you to move your panties, or even put your fingers inside you. So your hips continued to buck against the air desperately searching for the friction you craved.

Terzo loosened the leash (though it wasn’t particularly tight to begin with) and wrapped it a little around his hand. That same hand came to caress your cheek, the cold metal of the leash contrasting with the warmth of his touch. His thumb found its way into your mouth, and he watched with carnal interest as you began to suck on it, gliding over its length like you did with his cock. He exhaled deeply and mindlessly spoke, “Just like that.” At this point, his voice was hoarse and gravelly, but that word was so quiet you almost missed it. But you didn’t - and your fingers began to work over your clit even faster as you sucked his thumb.

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you gave the tip one final lick before he took his hand away altogether. “Will you cum for Papa, tesoro? Will you show Papa how good you feel being watched by him as you pleasure yourself, hm?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Are you close?”

“Mm-hmm.”

You continued to work yourself into a frenzy, rubbing quickly over your clit and applying more pressure. You looked at Terzo whose eyes were glued to your vulva, obsessively watching you work yourself over. At no point did he touch himself. He just watched. And that was the thought that drove you over the edge, and made you cum for him, stilling as your orgasm washed over you and had moans spilling from your lips.

“Che brava ragazza per tuo Papa. On the bed, tesoro. Ass in the air.”

You crawled across the floor then climbed into position, getting yourself ready for him as he had asked. You arched your back and placed your head onto the bed, allowing the roundness of your ass to really pop, and this earned you an appreciative smack to one of your cheeks.

He hummed admiringly. “My beautiful bitch.”

Another smack. This time, the hit was followed by him groping your offended cheek and pushing them upwards, in turn spreading your labia apart and over the gusset of your panties. “So wet for Papa. What a gift for me, eh? I was blessed by the Dark One, no?” With his hands still pulling your body apart, he dove into your cunt, licking the wet fabric of your panties and playing with your sensitive clit. The gusset was already soaked with the wetness of your previous release, but now it was just drenched. Terzo wasn’t much of a fan of this, and quickly moved your panties to the side, giving him full access to your sodden folds.

His tongue came down on your folds again, but this time there was nothing to dampen the sensation, causing you to cry out in sensitivity. As soon as his tongue was on you, however, it disappeared but soon replaced by two fingers poking at your entrance, sliding in with no resistance and immediately getting to work. Because of your position, his thick fingers curved downwards in order to hit that spot inside you that had you screaming. “Una ragazza di facili costumi, sì? Letting Papa do whatever he wants to you. Are you this much of a slut for my brothers? Or am I the only one who gets the privilege?”

“J-just you, Papa. I spread my legs only for you. Oh fuck, Papa, just like that, please don’t stop!”

“Do my fingers feel that good, tesoro? Good enough to have you wailing like that? Merda! Listen to yourself.” He began to finger you harder in order to make his point, the squelch of your heat getting louder with his roughness. “Acqua empia direct from Sathanas himself.” He bent down to lick and suck at your clit again. “More delicious than any wine.” The way his fingers were moving inside of you and how hard he sucked on your clit, you could feel yourself tipping over the edge. Without moving much, he spoke again. “Cum, tesoro. Bless me.”

After his instruction, you came for a second time biting into the sheets on the bed; your cum squirting from your body and onto his face. You could hear him slurping everything up as though he were drinking from a water fountain, moaning at your taste. He left you briefly to lie in front of you, propping himself up on his elbow. He lifted your head to meet him and kissed you deeply, transferring the cum he collected into your mouth. There was so much of it, it spilled down both of your chins and wiped away what remained of the paint around his mouth. When he pulled away from you, sinfully pink and swollen lips peeked out from behind the dramatic makeup, and had you gasping for air.

“Now it is Papa’s turn, sì?”

He stood and rummaged through his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom. He handed it to you for you to open, and while you removed it from its packaging, he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. “Get Papa ready, per favore.”

You placed the rolled condom in your mouth and moved towards his dick, using your lips to unroll it onto him all the way down to the base. He hissed at the feeling. “Puttana.”

He knelt behind you, still fully clothed and ready to go. His hands gripped your hips, gave you one, hard spank, and thrust all the way to the hilt, not waiting for your cunt to adjust to his size. “Take it all.”

He immediately got to work, his hips snapping against yours quickly and hitting that spot right at the back of your pussy making you scream out each time. “Fuck, Papa!” You called. “Use me for your pleasure!”

Terzo always felt so good inside you, he was so thick and long and stretched you out so well. Usually by the time he was done with you, you were an aching, shaky mess on the bed, unable to breathe or even think.

You arched your back for him again, and moved your hips to meet his thrusts, making your ass jiggle more than it usually would. A string of Italian expletives fell from his mouth, each one telling you how much of a whore you were for him and how Hellish your pussy felt.

“A filthy succubus sent from Sathanas to tempt me into sin.”

His hand moved to your side to pick up the leash that lay forgotten on the bed, and he tugged it hard enough to make you rise onto your hands. He tugged once more, a little tighter this time to restrict your airways and make it difficult for you to breathe. He would periodically loosen his grip to let you gasp for air before he tugged it again and choked you.

Your own hand came down to play with your clit one more time.

“Always so tight for me, tesoro.” He watched the cream from your pussy gather at the base of his cock. “Always so wet and pliant.” Release. “I wish you could know how divine you feel. How this cunt gives me new life.” Tug. “I could conquer the world with you hanging off my dick. Fucking shit! Così stretto.” Release. “Perhaps I’ve been worshiping the wrong god all along.” Tug. His thrusting became faster and more erratic. The one hand that remained on your hip held on even tighter than before, like he was too scared to let go or you might disappear and leave him unsatisfied. Release.

“Papa! You - fuck! - You’re gonna make me cum!”

Tug. “Tell me, tesoro! Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“No one could compare, Papa!” Release. “No one could ever make me cum as hard as you. I’m yours! I’m always yours. Fuck, Papa, I’m so close. Please!”

“Cum on my cock, tesoro. Give Papa your pleasure!”

Your cunt tightened around him to an almost suffocating level. It was so difficult for him to move inside you as you hit your third orgasm of the night, choking underneath the collar he put around your neck. More of your sweet nectar spilled out from your cunt and drenched his pants in it, soaking the sheets underneath you. This caused Terzo to thrust one final time inside you before emptying his load into the condom, the very same thing he cursed when he realised he wouldn’t get to see his seed drip out of you the way he wanted to.

When he was spent, he collapsed onto the bed next to you, breathing hard. His lips found yours again and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, tongues rubbing together with need. That was when he finally removed the collar from your neck and replaced it with his hand. The collar was thrown to the floor in disregard and made a loud clunking sound as it made contact with the wood. Terzo didn’t care, he just pulled you into him and held you, his lips still kissing at yours claiming the intimacy you both needed. He was yours, and you were his. And that was how it was to remain.

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Between Breaths (An XXX Perspective) - Terzo x Reader

Summary: You're the Head Witch at the Ministry. Arguably at times you hold more power than the current Papa, Papa Emeritus III. You've always hated him and you assumed the feeling was mutual. But what happens when he calls you out on it?

song: between breaths (an xx perspective) by blaqk audio

A/N: had an idea that was encouraged by @copias-juicebox, @fishwithtitz, and @da-rulah. you can thank them or blame them for this. idk i guess i have terzo brainrot. enjoy the absolute filth that is this one shot. (pictures for the mood board all found on pinterest)

word count: 6.5k

warnings: MDNI. enemies to lovers, angst, female reader, hate sex, semi-public sex, library sex, oral m-receiving & f-receiving, face fucking, deepthroating, dom!terzo, brat!reader, edging, fingering, squirting, p in v, face slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie, using a belt as a makeshift whip, choking, lots of bickering banter before the smut, not really proofread, self-translated italian

Being the Head Witch of the Satanic Church definitely had its perks. For example, you could go in and out of the restricted section of the library as you pleased without having to provide any explanation as to why you needed a certain book, your living quarters rivaled that of the highest clergy members, and you were the one calling the shots with anything related to magic, be it a conjuring or a protection spell, a cord cutting. Sometimes your power within the Ministry rivaled that of Papa, the Anti-Pope, much to his chagrin, of course. 

Brothers and Sisters of Sin alike flocked to you, not only for your expertise, but because you were drop dead gorgeous, charismatic, feisty, and because you had power. With your office being directly across from Papa’s, you would often catch him glaring at you from his desk as the door to your office might have been a revolving one with how many people were in and out of it. And especially during major holidays, did the Children of the Ministry come knocking at your door. It sometimes seemed like they had forgotten about their darling Papa Emeritus III. They only had eyes for you. That drove him crazy and thus, your rivalry was born.

Despite seeming to have it all, it grew tiring to be constantly surrounded by so many people. Having company at night was great and all, but the connections were vapid. You had no choice but to keep any and all suitors at arm’s length; it was safer that way, both for you and for them. Your work was demanding and that would always come first. There was an aching loneliness that gnawed at you, but you refused to acknowledge it. Relationships, true connection, only got in the way. You weren’t the youngest Head Witch the church had ever seen, barely even in your thirties, because you spent time curating intimate and genuine relationships in the hopes of one day starting a family. You had ambitions, goals, and nothing would get in the way of that.

This led to quite the paradox: you were surrounded by people, loved and excelled at your job, and even craved solitude, but the loneliness that clawed at your heart could be suffocating.

Tonight was one of those paradoxical nights where you wanted nothing more than to be alone, but you wished there was someone you could be alone with – no expectations, no ulterior motives, just the mere act of coexisting with someone who had chosen you and you had chosen them. Often, you would find yourself in the library on nights like this. People would be too engrossed in their own studies to pay you any mind. Or you would just stay in the restricted section, knowing very few people had access to it. 

It was quiet enough that you found yourself just outside the off-limits occult books. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, perhaps you’d know when you found it. 

Too lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the last person you wanted to see walking towards you until it was too late to make a swift getaway. “Buona sera, cara mia (my dear),” greeted the illustrious Papa as he leaned his back against the bookshelf, an arrogant smirk on his face. 

You set your book on the shelf in front of you as your head tilted back with an exasperated sigh escaping you. “What do you want, Terzo? I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.” 

He put a gloved hand to his chest and gasped dramatically. “I am offended.”

“Clearly not enough to leave me alone.”

“Ah, you see, that I cannot do, because I’m looking for something, a book actually, and I just so happened to see you, and perhaps you could find it in your cold, black heart to help me.”

It was your turn to gasp dramatically as you slowly turned to face him. “You can read?!”

Terzo rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Will you help me or not?” he asked curtly. 

“Sure! The children’s section is downstairs, to the left, all the way to the back. You can’t miss it.”

“I didn’t rise to Papa with the reading level of a toddler,” he retorted with an edge to his voice.

“You’re right, my mistake. It must have been the nepotism.” 

He let out a frustrated puff as he pushed himself away from the bookshelf and started to walk away. Your quiet chuckle was loud enough so that he turned on his heel and walked right back up to you. “I don’t understand why you hate me so much.”

“Because you’re a pompous figurehead with a constant need for attention who’s had nearly everything handed to him and the fact your dick sees more traffic than the 405 on a Friday night during rush hour.” You spoke with an air of nonchalance like you were just spouting off a common factoid as you turned to face him, crossing your arms. The bookshelves now against your back.

His eyes turned to slits. “Who am I to turn down those that hand themselves to me willingly? And don’t act like your body count isn’t as high as mine. If anything, I’d bet it’s higher judging from how many people I see – and hear – coming and going from your office,” he spat. 

“Well, at least the lives of the people I fuck actually improve afterwards when the spells come to fruition. They aren’t just fucking me for clout and just to say they did only to find out you’ve already moved on to your next conquest.” Your upper lip started to curl upwards into a sneer, but you did your best to control it. The last thing you wanted to do was give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you.

“Oh, spare me the righteous act, dolcezza.” 

“It’s not a ‘righteous act’ to make my intentions clear to my partners. Maybe you should try that out sometime. Sure would save me a lot of work.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, glaring at you as he took a step towards you.

“It means that your escapades upset enough people that they come to me to seek retribution. Against you. You have no idea how much thankless damage control I have to do for your pathetic ass.”

Clearly, that jab had the opposite effect you intended. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he took another half step closer to you. “Are you implying you… protect me?” he asked slyly.

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself. I’m implying that I’m doing what I have to to keep Sister Imperator off my back.”

“But that is still protecting me from hexes and curses cast by the ones who let their feelings cloud the reality of the situation. And for the record, cara…” With another step forward he placed his hand on the shelf next to your shoulder, leaning in, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I make my intentions very clear.” You refused to acknowledge the way that made your stomach flip and your heart rate picked up speed.

You tried to take a step away from him, but were only met with shelves digging into your back. The crease in your forehead deepened as you clenched your jaw. It wasn’t until you saw his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips did your arms uncross from your chest as you pushed him to the side. “You’re an insufferable rompicoglioni (pain in the ass), you know that?” After turning your back on him, you only managed to get a few steps away before his next question stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it…” 

You tilted your head to the ceiling, your eyes shut, as you let out a deep breath. “Thought about what?” you asked through your still gritted teeth. He stayed silent. You shook your head and turned around to face him again. “Thought. About. What?” you practically growled your repeated question.

He stood there, leaning against the bookshelves, with his bottom lip seductively in between his teeth as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Do I really need to answer that question?” he chuckled. 

“I can’t fucking stand you,” you said as you turned to leave his stupid, smirking face behind you. Again, you didn’t get very far when you felt a gloved hand grab your wrist, his grip just tight enough to halt you and turn you to face him. 

“Have you ever thought why that is, streghetta mia (my little witch)?” he cooed, bringing his other hand to gently caress your cheek. 

“I am not your little—” you began defiantly until he interrupted you. His words suddenly became harsher, much more serious. 

“Rispondimi (answer me),” he demanded, his grip tightening on your wrist. His hand on your cheek went from a feather light touch, to forcefully grabbing the side of your neck, aiding in the way he pulled you to him so that almost no space remained between you. 

“I already told you why,” you said through your teeth. Your whole body tensed being this close to him. If it was a losing battle, you desperately tried to fight the lost cause of keeping your composure. His deliciously delicate Italian cologne didn’t affect you. The heat from his body didn’t affect you. How roughly he handled you definitely didn’t affect you. 

“No. I don’t think you did, because I don’t think you can admit the truth.” The intensity of his stare burned into you (but it absolutely did not affect you). He pulled you into the crook of his neck. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way you could ground yourself, focus on the task at hand — not letting him win. He was so close to you that you could feel his lips moving against your ear as he murmured, “Everything you hate about me… is what you hate about yourself, amore.” 

You lost sight of him; all you could see was red. Twisting your wrist, you broke free from his grasp. Your hands flew up to his chest as you shoved him back. He stumbled slightly, bracing himself on the bookshelves. The amused half-smile on his face told you everything you needed to know: he was loving every second of this. “Seems I’ve struck a nerve, hm?”

“You fucking asshole! I am nothing like you.” The venom clinged to your words.

“You’re not? You don’t enjoy the company of others under the guise of tending to the flock when all you crave is real connection? You don’t flaunt your ‘power’ to make up for every inadequacy you feel about yourself?” He sauntered up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as if the slightest movement would shatter you.

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” you mumbled through barely parted lips. 

“How long are you going to keep telling yourself that, hm?” he purred, hooking his finger under your chin, which you pushed away. You tried to back away from him, but yet again, you were stopped by the bookshelf.

“If you’re so self aware, then why do you still act like a piece of shit?”

He leaned forward, putting a hand on either side of you, caging you in. “Because, streghetta, the only connection worth pursuing thinks I’m a pompous pain in the ass fucking asshole piece of shit figurehead with the reading ability of a four year old. Did I remember everything?” he smirked.

His mismatched eyes burned into yours. His white iris seemed to be almost glowing in the dim library light. The heat that was starting to burn in your center made you stay put. Your only movement came from your head quickly turning to the side as you heaved an insolent breath. Breaking eye contact was the only thing you could think of doing right now, but even that was short lived. He emphatically grabbed your face, silently ordering you to look at him, your cheeks smushing together between his thumb and index fingers. “I asked you a question. Stop being a brat and rispondimi,” he hissed.

“Kinda hard with my jaw in your hand,” you managed to mutter.

“I understood you just fine.” He pressed harder into your face. The longer you were silent, the more pressure he added.

“F-fine! Yes! That’s what I think of you, stronzo,” you spat. 

“Brava ragazza. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he praised softly. The back of his fingers returned to graze your cheek. 

You couldn’t help but press your lips into a thin line as you mulled over when he said “...the only connection worth pursuing…” 

“Thinking about what I said?” His hand slid down your neck to your collarbone.

“No,” you replied immediately. Your eyes quickly flitted up to the ceiling at how easily you gave yourself away, which earned you a light, airy laugh. “Wait. Yeah. If this is the ‘only connection worth pursuing’ then what’s taken you so long? Did you have to test out all the others to make sure it was the right choice?” 

“You’re too busy scowling at me to notice me noticing you.”

“No, not quite. Try again.”

“This is one of the very few times I’ve been able to catch you alone.”

“Oh, please. Your office is directly across from mine. And I have seen you on multiple occasions staring at me when your door is open,” you scoffed.

“And every time, before I can even think about getting up from my chair, you slam the door shut,” he countered, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers. 

Swatting his hand away, you said, “Still not the real answer.”

“Then what is?” He let his hand fall to your shoulder and slowly began to cascade down your arm.

“You don’t think you’re good enough for someone like me.” With a challenging tilt of your head and raise of your eyebrows, you watched as astounded annoyance clouded his eyes. “Yeah, two can play this game.” You straightened out the collar to his shirt and trailed your fingers down to adjust the top buttons with your eyes focused on your small task. They only looked back into his eyes when you mockingly added, “Caro.”

Finally, you struck a nerve. He took both your wrists and pinned them down beside you. “Before tonight’s over, I’ll show you I’m more than good enough for you.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, craning your neck to watch his reaction. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. I’ve seen the way your conquests look when they leave your office. It doesn’t take a genius to know you’re a good fuck. It does, however, take a certain kind of person to notice how you never seem completely satisfied… like something’s missing…”

Pressing his body flush against yours, he leaned down and whispered, “Like I said earlier, amore, it’s the craving for real connection, which of course, you of all people would notice something like that.” You could feel the warmth of his breath dancing over a sensitive spot on your neck. “Because… you’re just… like… me…” he added breathlessly as he dragged his lips along your neck before he pulled himself away to stare into your eyes.

The desire pooling between your legs was inescapable. Your eyes darted from his to his lips before returning to the mismatched eyes that watched your every subtle movement. That was all the invitation he needed before he released your wrists to take your face in his hands as your lips crashed together. Just because you lost the battle didn’t mean you couldn’t win the war. 

Your hand flew to the nape of his neck where you threaded your fingers in his hair. He moaned into your mouth when you started pulling. Your other hand balled the fabric of his shirt at his hip into your fist. 

He broke the kiss only to leave a sloppy trail of kisses down our neck where he began to suck and nip at it. You let your head fall back and your grip in his hair tighten. He maneuvered himself so he was pressing his thigh between your legs and without a second thought, as a breathless moan escaped your lips, you began to rut against him. “I still… fucking hate you…” you panted. 

Before he could make his clever retort, your heads turned towards the sound of the door opening. You could hear the light sound click-clacking of heels on the floor below. Terzo couldn’t even get his suggestion out before you pushed him off you, taking his hands in yours and leading him deeper into the library. He eyed you curiously, an impish grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.  

When the sounds of the other patrons faded, you slammed back against a random stack and pulled him against you, assuming your previous formation. “Are you sure you want to do this here?” he asked in between open mouthed kisses on your neck. 

“I wouldn’t have dragged you over here if I wasn’t.”

His gaze lingered over you as if to double check you were telling the truth. He nodded once. “Bene. Safe word?”

“Rigatoni.” He tilted his head at you, a quizzical look on his face. “What? Do you prefer ziti?”

“No, just an… interesting choice.”

“Non verbal is two taps and a pinch, but first,” you said as you held his wrist one hand and started taking off one of his gloves in the other, “the Mickey Mouse gloves are coming off.” His eyes narrowed into slits as he let you remove his gloves, placing them in his back pocket. You gave his ass a hard slap when you were done, leaning back on the stack behind you, with an exaggerated and triumphant smile on your face. 

Taking your face in his now bare hand, he held it like he did just moments ago. He put his other hand beside your head, pressing his body into your and leaning forward, “I’m not going to hold back, streghetta.” He lowered his voice, making it sound husky and gravelly. He let go of you, roughly pushing your head to the side as he did so.

“Good. Don’t want you to,” you paused before you giggled, doing your best Mickey Mouse impersonation. 

That earned you a smack across the face. It wouldn’t leave a mark, but you felt the sting go straight down to your core. You looked up at him with a daring smirk. 

You could see the anger ice over his eyes. His features darkened. “Be careful what you wish for.”

You yanked him toward you, your fists grabbing his shirt as leverage as you purred in his ear, “Do your worst, papino.” 

His hand wrapped around your bicep so tightly, you knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. He dragged you through the aisles of books to the study area. He let go of you only for a moment to turn you away from him as he pushed you down onto the table in front of you. Biting your lip, you pressed your thighs together, needing some semblance of relief. 

Mismatched eyes watching you like a hawk, of course he noticed. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. You heard the faint clinking of a belt buckle and the slide of leather. Using his knee, he nudged your legs away from each other. “Brats like you don’t get anything until they’ve been properly punished.” You chewed on your lip as he folded his belt, allowing for him to have more control. 

The brisk air hit the back of your legs as he lifted your maxi skirt up, exposing yourself to him. He put the belt in his mouth, freeing his hands, so he could yank your panties off you. Your ankle lifted off the ground, causing you to throw one of your hands to the edge of the table to save your balance. The belt went into his left hand, he placed it beside you as he leaned over you, pressing his still clothed erection into your bare ass. “Mmm, you say you hate me so much and yet here you are, already so fucking wet for me.” Not giving you any chance to make a smart ass comment, he shoved your underwear into your mouth. 

Pushing off of you, he caressed your ass like he was mapping out where the belt would strike you. He went from the left corner down to the right, being mindful enough not to even graze your cunt, giving no reprieve whatsoever. Then he repeated the motion going from the right corner down to the left. 

Thwack!

Without warning, the belt made contact with your skin. Tears instantly sprang in your eyes, having been taken by surprise. The force of the blow made you cry out, but the sound was muffled; it just sounded like a poor excuse of a whimper.

“Still think you can handle this, streghetta mia?” 

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you nodded – your tone still defiant.

Thwack!

You were actually thankful for the makeshift gag in your mouth, which gave you something to bite down on as you took the pain.

“If I had known–” thwack! “ –That this is what it took–” thwack! “ –to get you to shut your goddamn smart ass mouth up–” thwack! “ –I would have done this so much sooner.” Thwack!

He leaned over you again, this time pressing a kiss to your shoulder before asking if you were okay. Blinking tears away, you nodded. You were more than okay. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I’m completely convinced…” he mused as he stood up. Just as you went to loosen the white knuckle grip you had on the table’s edge, you felt his thumb trail down from your taint, through your folds, and onto your clit, which he circled twice. You moaned loudly. “Mmm,” you could hear him sucking your arousal off his finger, “yes, you are doing quite alright.”

You practically squealed when suddenly one of his fingers slid right inside you. He wasted no time finding the spot that could make you scream. You whined when he removed himself from you, but it was only to flip you over onto your back. Without thinking, your leg hooked around his waist, anchoring him to you. He looked down at you, smirking, before he plunged his middle and ring fingers inside of you. Your eyes rolled back with your head that rested on the table. Your back arched.

And then he began the assault of pressure; his fingers curled up, furiously tapping on your sweet spot. You swear you had never been this wet for anyone before. The noises coming from your cunt only made you clench harder around his fingers. His movements were so hard and so fast, you were almost being lifted off of the table. You were so close, so close. Despite the makeshift gag, you were screaming. Just as the coil in your core was about to snap, he was gone. Your eyes snapped open, wide with rage. Instantly you sat up. If looks could kill, he would have been dead at your feet.

“Stand up. Get on your knees.” For the first time tonight, you followed his instruction, but that was where your obedience ended.

“Figlio di puttana del cazzo (you fucking son of a bitch!)!” you snarled, looking up at him, after throwing the gag to the side. 

Shaking his head, he gathered your hair into a ponytail, tugging your head back. You earned your second slap of the night. He undid and took off his pants, tossing them haphazardly to the side. You watched as his leaking cock sprung out. At the sight of it, your mouth immediately began to water. “If you can stop being a fucking brat and actually put your mouth to good use, then maybe you’ll get a reward,” he seethed. He shoved two of his fingers into the corners of your mouth. “Open.”

There was no getting used to him. In what felt like mere milliseconds, his length was down your throat. The only thing you could think of, for just a fraction of relief, was to open your jaw as wide as you possibly could, but even that wasn’t enough. He held your hair like he was holding on for dear life, deep growls rumbled from his chest. With every thrust you could feel whatever leftover animosity he had towards you pouring into you. 

A near constant stream of tears cascaded down your face. You could barely see his smirk as you gagged around him. Abruptly, he stopped, pulling himself away from your mouth. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. “Get up,” he commanded as he pulled you up by your hair. He only let go when you were standing. “Back on the table. On your back.” You relished the break, taking your time to do as you were told. He stayed looking down at you, a lust-crazed look on his face. Expectantly, you looked back up at him, waiting for whatever he had planned next. Grabbing you by the shoulders, he slid you to him so your head was hanging off the table. “Apri (open),” he breathed. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you braced yourself for the second onslaught that never came. He slowly slid himself into your mouth, down your throat. You let the spit you saved from before getting on the table bubble up around him. This angle was a bit easier for you to take him. He used your ribs as leverage to thrust in and out of your mouth. A moan floated from his lips as his eyes closed, letting himself get lost in his own pleasure. You placed your hands on the back of his thighs. His lips curled over his teeth as he moaned again when you dug your nails into him. “Satanas, sei bella (you’re beautiful),” he murmured. Dragging his hands up, he wrapped them around your neck as he kept thrusting down into your mouth.

“Cazzo,” he groaned as he could feel himself in your throat. By this point, you said to hell with your gag reflex. It was easy to ignore while he incessantly fucked your face. He was slightly less aggressive with your neck bent over the edge of the table, his pace slower. As if savoring every inch of the feel of you, he pushed himself into you until your lips curled around his base. You couldn’t help, but moan. “Lucifer, fucking hell,” he growled. He repeated this a few more times before he backed away from you again, his breathing growing labored. You never took your eyes away from his as you spun around and got off the table. 

Kneeling in front of him again, you looked up at him with your tear-stained face and doe eyes sparkling. You started stroking his length before you took him in your mouth, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. Then you licked down his shaft until you took his balls in your mouth, gently sucking on them. He groaned as his head fell back. After you licked back up his length, teasingly slow, and took him back in your mouth did you begin bobbing your head up and down. When you moaned again, his hands tangled in your hair again. This time it wasn’t to cause you pain, but to find purchase and ground himself. “Fuck,” he hissed. He was close. You could see it. You could feel it. So you took his hips in your hands, digging your nails into his flesh. Looking up at him, you subtly nodded to him. His fingers curled and pulled at your hair. He sloppily thrusted into your face again and soon you felt his hot seed spilling down the back of your throat as he cried out.

He slumped forward somewhat as his high waned. You stood up, making sure to catch his dichromatic gaze as you did. You wiped the corner of your mouth and swallowed every drop he had given you. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you feverishly. As you gripped his wrists, he pulled you to him, pushing you back toward the stacks of books behind you until they met your back. You eyed him hungrily as your hands reached for his shirt, your nimble fingers sliding down as you unbuttoned it. Not even bothering to shove it all the way off him, you let your hands explore his chest. The only thing you heard was each other's heaving panting. He was on your lips again the second you made eye contact with each other, his tongue diving down your throat, doing an exploration of its own.

You moaned as you hooked your leg up on his hip, pulling him even closer to you. Resting his forehead on yours, he held your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Time for a reward, sì? La mia brava ragazza (my good girl),” he cooed softly as he sank down on his knees. 

Your breath got caught in your throat as he lifted up your skirt to dive under it. “Oh fuck,” you breathed as he dragged his nails up your thighs. Throwing your leg over his shoulder, he dove right in, his tongue lapping up your wetness seeping from your slit. You moaned again as his nose nudged your clit and his tongue dipped inside you. Your right hand grabbed at his hair under your skirt while your left was sliding up and around on the shelves behind you as you tried to find the best angle to help keep yourself propped up. 

Taking his tongue out of you, he dragged it up to your bundle of nerves that were desperate for attention and started to suck on it as his tongue swirled around it. “Shit, s-shit!” you cried out. “Right… th-there. F-fuck. Fuck, Terzo. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

His ministrations stopped, but only to shove two of fingers inside you. You mewled loudly; it didn’t matter if anyone was nearby or not. They could enjoy the free show at this point. Just as he had before, he was hitting your g-spot as if this was the thousandth time. You were seeing stars, but what you wanted to see… was him. “W-wait, wait, stop!” you panted. You were so close, you couldn’t finish just yet. You tapped him twice and he stopped before you could pinch him. He rushed out from your skirt, a confused look on his face that glistened from your arousal. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said as you discarded your skirt. “I want to watch. I want to watch you make me cum,” you said lustfully as you perched your leg back onto his shoulder. Your hand threaded into his hair, holding on tightly as he resumed where he had left off. This time, his pace returned to that of the first time he had you like this. You bucked into his face, adding even more friction. “Holy fuck, yes. Terzo, please, don’t stop. P-please. Fuck! There! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m–” 

Removing his fingers from you, he aggressively rubbed your clit. You opened your eyes just in time to see him get showered with your juices as they streamed out of you. And that man lapped it up like it was his first drink of water after a hike in the desert. You sunk back into the stack behind you as he looked up at you through wet lashes. He looked like he got caught in the beginning of a downpour – and it was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Maybe you should fuck the people you hate more often if this was the result, because… this was still hatred you felt burning inside you. It had to be…

Afraid your shaky legs would give out on you if you tried to move, you stayed frozen in place. At some point your hand attached to Terzo was helping keep you upright on the shelving behind you. He stood up in front of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. When you were secure in his hold, his finger hooked under your chin, directing your hazy eyes to him. “Can you give me one more, amore?” he softly asked you. Eagerly, you nodded. He tilted his head, giving you a warning look. “Is la streghetta at a loss for words?”

“Yes,” you said, still nodding. “One more.”

“Va bene (okay), hard or easy?”

Your eyes darkened as more lust flared up in them again. “Don’t take it easy on me.” His lips curved up into a half smile that turned into a menacing smirk. 

A sharp gasp fell from your lips as he spun you around so you were facing the books in front of you. One hand reached in front of you, circling the sensitive bud between your legs. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, while his other hand encapsulated your throat. “Do you still hate me?” he questioned through his teeth as his hips bucked up into you, using your ass to provide himself with the friction he needed. 

“Yes,” you moaned wantonly. 

You felt his breathy laugh on your ear as his grip tightened around your neck. The blood supply being cut off shot pangs of heat right down to your center just as he removed his hand from there. The whine you were about to make died in your throat as you felt him dragging his cock through your still sopping folds. With a squeeze to your throat, and a bite to your shoulder, he pushed himself inside you. You wanted to be so irritated at how perfectly he filled you up, how your walls stretched to accommodate him, but you couldn’t, at least not right now. Not when it felt so good. Most of all, there was no hiding it from him. Not when the pornographic sounds were spilling out of you. The war was lost way before it even began.

At first, his thrusts were slow. It was like he was committing how you felt around him to memory. You mewled when he hit that perfect sweet spot. And then came the attack. 

With steady rhythm, he mercilessly pounded into you. Sounds of skin slapping skin, your unrelenting moans, the heaviness of both your breathing, filled the room. There was nothing else going on in the world, not in that moment. In that moment, there was just you. And there was just him. Coupled with the feeling of ecstasy. All you could do was claw at the shelves in front of you.

You felt the coil tightening again. With your head still back on his shoulder, you could feel your legs growing weak. His arm enclosed around you. His forearm pressing against your lower abdomen introduced a new sensation of pleasure that turned your vision white. Or maybe that just from the way his hand was still constricting around your throat. Probably both, but whatever the cause was, you didn’t care. 

“A-aga– I– I’m–” was all you managed to say as you felt even more of your juices gush from between your legs. He bit down onto your shoulder again as he moaned wantonly with it. You could feel he was about to pull out of you, probably to release his spend on your face, but you managed to wrap your arm around his back, letting him know to stay in place. 

With his erratic thrusts your arm fell. The overstimulation made it so the only words you could get out were “Inside. Cum inside.” As if on command, you could feel him emptying himself into you, filling you with his seed. After his hips stopped, you both stayed as you were. The hand on your throat slid down and across your waist as he held you there. He supported you as you put your weight back on him and your hands covered his. 

Time stood still as you both caught your breath. Once your breathing returned to semi-normal, did he finally pull out of you. You sighed at the feeling of emptiness.

Hesitantly, you stepped forward. You felt shaky (in the best possible way), but you weren’t going to fall over. “Hold on, amore.” You heard him whisper as you folded your arms on the shelf in front of you and rested your head on them. You hummed in response, staying where you were. You closed your eyes, basking in the blissful peace that was settling over you.

Behind you, you could hear the rustling of his clothes and his footsteps as he walked back over to you. In your near boneless state, you didn’t even register the absolute mess that was dripping from you until you felt soft fabric between your legs. You looked down to see Terzo cleaning you up with one of his gloves. 

“See? These Mickey Mouse gloves are good for something,” he teased.

You let out a genuine laugh. “Grazie,” you said tenderly. 

“That’s as good as we can get for now,” he said once he finished, punctuating his sentence with a couple light pats on your ass.

Playfully, you rolled your eyes and shook your head as you turned to go put your skirt back on. He followed suit. As you were smoothing out your outfit, he was doing the last few buttons on his shirt. You surveyed the scene around you. “I kinda feel bad for the Ghoul that has to clean this up,” you giggled. 

Terzo just smirked at you as he put his arm around your shoulders, guiding you both out of the library at a very leisurely pace. Wrapping your arm around his waist you said, “For the record, I still hate you.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Has anyone ever told you that you are very stubborn, principessa (princess)?” 

“Nope, never,” you said with an exaggerated smile. 

His light laughter was cut short when you both noticed someone grumbling with their head down as they headed towards you. "Buonasera, fratello. Little late for a library visit, no?”

Secondo looked up at the sound of his brother’s voice. You could see his eyes scanning over the two of you, taking in the disheveled sight. The annoyed look permanently etched on his face deepened. “I could say the same to the both of you.” 

“I was minding my own business before this stronzo bothered me,” you said.

“Bothered is a funny way to put it, principessa,” Terzo grinned.

“Why are you here this late, Secondo?” you quickly asked in hopes of preventing Terzo from saying an offhand comment. The way one of Secondo’s eyebrows raised in suspicion wasn’t lost on you.

“An uncrossing spell. One of the Ghouls fucked up. Again,” he glowered. “And it’s falling to me to fix, since someone was unreachable.”

You tugged at Terzo to start walking again, too tired to deal with Secondo’s disgruntledness. “Of course, they did. Well, just, um, don’t go too far past the restricted section.” You and Terzo exchanged a look before picking up your pace. “Buonasera!” you added without looking behind you. 

Secondo saw both yours and Terzo’s shoulders shaking with laughter. He just shocked his head as he continued getting the book he needed. “About fucking time…” he grumbled.

[bupia]

bael hello

13 on smuts with Terzo…

FACE SITTING

"Makes me want to wreck you."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: oral sex; dirty talk; Terzo is very sweet and romantic)

Available on AO3

Day 12 | Day 14

"So, what do you think?" Terzo inquired, a mischievous grin gracing his lips.

You hesitated, feeling a surge of uncertainty. "I... I'm not entirely certain," you admitted, your voice laced with insecurity.

"Why the hesitation, amore?" Terzo's brow furrowed. "It was a simple request, just sit on my face."

You gazed at him and closed your eyes. "I... I can't do it."

"Why not? Don't you want to make your Papa happy?" Terzo's tone held a hint of offense.

"No, it's not that," you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. "I want to make you happy, Papa. It's just... what if I..."

"What if you?"

"What if I accidentally break you?" you wondered, meeting Terzo's gaze.

Suddenly, his expression transformed, and he burst into hearty laughter, covering his face with his hands.

"Terzo, please stop!" you protested, ready to rise from the bed.

"Amore, amore, I apologize deeply," he said, still chuckling, as he sat on the bed and reached for your lower back, pulling you close.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. Terzo leaned in, gently pressing a quick, tender kiss to your lips. He gazed into your eyes and then shifted his attention to your mouth, showering you with a series of kisses. The affectionate onslaught continued as he planted sweet kisses all over your face, causing you to break into a fit of giggles.

Terzo reclined on the bed, resting his hands on your thighs, his thumb tracing delicate patterns. Your own hands remained on his chest, and you began a slow exploration, trailing your fingertips downward, savoring the sensation of his warm skin, the contours, and the shared heat between you.

"You won't break me," he reassured you in a gentle tone. "And even if you did, that would be an honor."

You sighed, lowering your head, avoiding his gaze. His hands shifted from your thighs to your hips, and he pulled you closer, making you sit on his chest.

"Come on," he urged, squeezing your hips. "Don't act like that, let me do it, I'm trying to be romantic and more... passionate today."

You lowered your body, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead before resting your head beside his. Your eyes met, and you both shared a smile. Although uncertainty still lingered, you contemplated whether or not to go through with it. Terzo desired it, and you found yourself wanting it too. You lifted your body slightly, positioning yourself, yet the fear of sitting on his held you back.

"Take your sit, amore mio," he whispered looking hungrily at between your your legs.

Your heart began to beating rapidly as you slowly lowered your body onto him. The warmth of his breath caressed your skin causing you to shiver. Terzo wrapped your arms around your waist pushing you down onto his face, you gasped and the vibrations of him giggling tickled your wetness. You looked down seeing his eyes looking straight at you, then suddenly you felt his tongue sliding across your flesh. You threw your head back letting a soft moan escape your lips.

You shivered in pleasure as you felt his tongue delved deeper inside you. His tongue lapped on your juices, causing you to moan in pleasure. He withdrew his arms from around you, reaching up for your ass, pulling you closer. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment as his tongue slid up and down your slit.

"Mmm... Papa... Ah..! Papa... T-That feels good... Very good..." you moaned softly, your tone a little breathless from the pleasure that was already built inside you.

The tip of his tongue reached for your clit, flicking it, causing you to shudder. His tongue slid deep into your wetness, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His tongue was so warm, it felt like it was touching every inch of your core. Your hands went to the headboard of the bed, and Terzo wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place.

"Oh, that's... yes... Papa! Fu-Fuck!" you rolled your eyes to the back of your head in pleasure, biting your lower lip. "Yes, just like that, that's so good... yes!"

The sensation of his tongue sliding up and down your slit made you feel even more aroused. You began to grind against his face, moaning a little more louder. Your hips were moving back and forth, grinding your clit on his nose. His tongue lapped at your juices, darting inside of you. Once again, you felt the tip of his tongue on your swollen clit, teasing it, making you ache for more. You began rocking your hips faster, feeling the pleasure building within you.

You closed your eyes enjoying the sensations, throwing your head back. Terzo reached for your clit with his mouth, sucking it into his mouth. You opened your eyes, looking down, watching him lick at your wetness, loving the sight of him enjoying you. Your breath became heavier, your heart beating faster. You grabbed onto Terzo's hair, pulling him closer. He moaned against your core sending waves of vibrations from your core to your body.

"Oh... Oh... Papa! Mmmm...." you purred, pulling his hair slightly. "Your mouth is... so... good..."

Terzo pulled away from his core, looking at you with a smirk. "My mouth is good, sì? Wait until you have my cock inside of that delicious pussy of yours."

"Oh! Pap-Ah!" you whimpered as you heard his words.

Terzo went back with his mouth to your core, lapping his tongue hungrily. Your eyes widened and a loud moan escaped your mouth. Your hips were rocking back and forth, grinding your clit against his mouth. He was devouring your juices and you were crying out loudly.

"No! Yes! Papa! Fu- Oh! I... I'm going... If you keep going like this... I- Ah!"

He lowered his mouth going with his tongue to your entrance, inserting it inside you. You arched your back, pressing your core harder against his mouth. He started to thrust his tongue inside you, licking your walls. You clenched around his tongue, squeezing it tightly. You were moving your hips, making small circles. You raised your hips, grinding your clit against his nose, your hands gripping his hair and the bed's headboard.

"Papa...! Papa...! Pap-Ah!" you screamed out, feeling your body tensing up.

You slammed your hips against his face, grinding your clit hard against his nose. Your body shook, your legs trembled as he continued to eat you out, drinking your juices. You screamed as you came hard on his mouth, riding his face. Your body convulsed, your juices flowing from you. He didn't stop eating you out. He continued lapping at your juices, drinking it.

You collapsed on your back on top of him, breathing heavily. You rested your head on his thigh, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. You slowly sat up on his hips, looking at him. His hands went to your hips, gently caressing them. You giggled as you saw his face glistening, and his paint smudged around his lips.

"See, amore?" Terzo began, "I told you that you wouldn't break me."

He sat on the bed, holding you on top of him. He lowered your body on the bed, laying you down, staying on top of you.

"But I unfortunately have bad news," Terzo whispered. "Sì, sì, terrible news."

"What? What's wrong, Papa?" you asked concerned.

"I'm afraid that I'm the one who will break you," he said, grinning devilish. "Because the way you rode my face and moaned for me, only made me want to wreck you."

You bit your lip as you saw the lust in his eyes. Terzo leaned in, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You kissed him passionately, your tongues dancing with each other, with your bodies entwined and your hands caressing each other's skin.

[deetz-ghuleh]

cw: Papa Emeritus III Terzo x gn! reader, smut, explicit language, domination, rough sex, toxic behavior

Thinking of possessive, feral Terzo who's so enamored with you that sometimes he terrifies you.

You love him desperately. So much it makes your chest ache. But he's boderline obsessive and won't let you out of his sight. Gets jealous even when his own brothers look at you.

His insatiable sexual appetite can be too much for anyone to handle, but you try, and you are so used to the fucking by now that you get wet almost involuntarily when you see him.

He fucks you anytime he has the chance - in the corners and alcoves of the abbey, the kitchen, the old library, that one secluded area in the garden, the confessional. You can't name a place in the whole church where he hasn't fucked you senseless. But somehow, he always finds a new area.

Siblings complain about the constant screaming and moaning coming from the Papal suites. They can't sleep. For a week or so, Sister Imperator had gotten involved, but the truth is that the Clergy doesn't really give a shit about what any Papa is doing behind closed doors, so it continues.

No matter how torturous his affections, you love to feel his skin against you, the warmth of his ragged voice beside your ear, the filthy praises he loves to use, and his constant need for domination and control.

"You'd never leave me right, amore mio? Even if I'm not- hmph - fucking perfect? You're all mine-fuck-all mine..." He asks as he thrusts into you so deep from behind that you feel your heart will burst. Only thing you can do is nonsensically babble in between gasps and shake your head. How you swallow his pain is almost addicting. You wonder if he feels your own just as intensely.

He feels guilty sometimes if he's been too rough with you and shows little gestures - showering you with gifts, bringing you food, singing your favorite songs.

He promises he'll give you a break, that he just can't help himself around you.

But that same night, he's biting your neck and pinning your wrists above your head as he fills you again so deliciously.

[marrieart]

Undress him game part 3

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 5. spanking

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “naughty list”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ how sad… you ended up on the naughty list, looks like papa terzo will have to ingrain some discipline into you

pairing: papa terzo x gn!reader

a/n: back at it again 🙏 this one is kind of ass because i rushed it.

cw: nsfw content. spanking. bratty reader. brat tamer terzo. degradation. terzo is a lil’ condescending. dacryphilia.

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“you want me to keep doing this? spanking you like the brat you are? hah, i bet you do. this is what you actually wanted the entire time, isn’t it?” —❤︎

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there are times where people have to hold their tongues. certain moments that provoke bratty behavior leads to dire consequences, all because one party decided to fuel the fire with their childish antics. pushing other people’s buttons to get a rise out of them and relish their entertaining reactions.

you’re notorious for being a troublesome sibling of sin. you were always getting caught doing something you aren’t supposed to be doing. sneaking in the ghouls’ dens, stealing food from the church’s kitchen, and blatantly disrespecting the higher-ups, including terzo himself.

now, terzo was a patient young man. he’s always been known to be a kind soul, always treating new people delicately and guiding lost souls among the ministry with the utmost of care. but you, oh you were just a brat that loved to push his buttons.

he knew it was all for attention. who would go out of their way to cause this much trouble anyways? he could see it in those mischievous eyes of yours, he was no stranger to that look.

it was like you were begging for someone to discipline that entitled mindset of yours.

what an attention whore.

but he had to put you in your place somehow.

so as an attempted punishment, terzo pulled you aside for a private meeting in his office to discuss that you’d be staying back during the winter season to take care of the ministry, while the rest of your brothers and sisters got to have the entire month off.

of course, you didn’t take it well. your entire vacation was being taken away! which is what led to the current conversation.

“oh come on! you’re not being reasonable here, terzo.” you complained in an exasperated manner, almost slamming your hands on the desk.

terzo groaned out of frustration and rubbed his temple, sitting back in his seat on the other side of his desk. “i’m sorry, but it’s for your own good.”

he looked down at your annoyed look, and he scoffed.

“and it’s papa terzo to you, sibling y/n.” he corrected, his tone clearly aggravated.

you only glared at terzo’s stern face, having no regards for his authority over you, or for the very fact that he basically had the power to revoke you of your sibling of sin status for your intolerable behavior.

it wasn’t your fault that everyone in the ministry were such snowflakes! rules, rules, rules, nothing but rules. you found them pointless. you came to this place thinking you would have a great, fun time, spreading the word of Him, and making a difference. and yet, you were stuck with such menial tasks that left a bland taste in your mouth. besides, your antics clearly added more life to your mundane routine. now you were actually getting the attention of the other siblings, nuns and even the great papa emeritus the iii himself. it was honestly quite nice. you’ve grown to really like it, being the center of attention. of course, you’d never outwardly admit that, you’d get shunned for weeks on end. especially by papa.

after all, you found it entertaining. you could get such a rise out of the calm and collected papa if you just try hard enough, and your annoying habits were definitely working.

because clearly terzo wasn’t finding it funny if he was taking your vacation away.

but of course, the argument you and terzo had escalated into something more intense and the heated tension between the two of you was almost tangible.

“y/n.” terzo started out, dropping the use of ‘sibling’ to highlight his seriousness. “your attitude has been nothing but a thorn in my side. this punishment is for your own good. be happy i’m being tame on you.”

his voice was strained. you could tell terzo was doing his best not to snap at you and do something really bad. the way he was clenching his fists through his gloved fingers was honestly kind of hot.

suddenly you got an idea.

“awh what? is the big bad papa too much of a coward to properly punish me himself? so he has to go easy on me?” you mocked with a high-pitched voice, a cruel impression on your superior.

terzo’s eye twitched as he listened to your voice, but he didn’t say anything further.

you smirked and stood up from your seat. “you can’t just get up and forcefully discipline me yourself? make me me how to behave? or are you too prim and proper for that kind of roughhousing?”

your words clearly indicated something more provocative, and terzo was definitely getting a rise out of it. he just sat in his seat, his eyes glaring daggers into your chest, but you were unfazed.

“y/n.” he warned. he didn’t know of what, but terzo knew he was about to do something big to you.

“come on now, terzo. do something.” you egged on, only serving to fuel his rage.

“y/n, i’m serious.” terzo stated firmly. “stop.”

you weren’t heeding the warnings at all. you could tell terzo was about to do something.

“what? too much of a coward to actually force me down and obey you?”

“stop.”

“come on, is this the best you’ve got? not so papa emeritus of you now, isn’t it?”

“you don’t wanna do this.”

“do what? speak my observations? i’m only stating what i see; a coward.”

that does it. terzo shot up from his seat and slammed his fists on the desk, making you jolt slightly and look at him with wide eyes.

“that’s it. get your fucking ass over here.”

before you knew it, terzo quickly made his way over to your side of the desk, before forcing your head down on the surface of his desk. he restrained your wrists by clasping them together and pinning your hands on the desk. you let out an audible, loud gasp.

terzo forced a knee between your legs and loomed over you from behind, keeping you bent over his desk. he growled into your ear, his voice clearly agitated while you were frozen with shock.

“now listen here you fucking brat. i’ve been doing my best to be lenient with your bratty behavior, but you are pushing my buttons to the absolute limit. so this time, i’m not fucking holding back.” his voice was dripping with venom, clearly meaning his words.

your eyes widened, but you quickly turned your head back to try and glare up at terzo, mirroring his expression. however, you were satisfied with this. you finally got what you wanted.

“now we’re talking.” you smirked, grin still as cocky as ever.

“shut the fuck up.” terzo scoffed, your behavior clearly ticking him off. “by the time i’m done with you, you’re voice will be so rasped from screaming my name that you won’t be able to talk for a week.”

now that’s a thought you liked.

with a haste desperation for putting you in your place, terzo’s fingers fumbled over the button of your pants harshly. he yanked down your pants quickly, snapping off a button.

“hey—!” you gasped out. “careful! these are new, asshole!”

“do i look like i give a shit?”

terzo’s free hand came down to smack your ass hard, which was still being delicately protected by the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasped loudly, and terzo’s hand gripped your asscheek firmly.

“i could give less of a fuck about your pants. so stop bitching and behave like a good little whore.”

you didn’t know what compelled you to listen, but you bit your tongue this once and let out a soft whine of protest. terzo clicked his tongue, and you could hear him chuckle, amused by your antics.

his hand fully brought down your underwear, letting the clothing pool around your ankles as it dropped to the floor. terzo cursed in Italian as he saw your bare ass exposed to the world.

“fuck, look at that.” terzo marveled, his hand running over the smooth skin. “looks so nice, i almost feel bad for ruining this perfect ass with my handprints.”

he removed one of his gloves with his teeth. “oh well, too bad then.”

he smacked your ass again, this time harder. you couldn’t resist the choked up moan that escaped your lips. terzo did it again, and again, and again. he wasn’t stopping, and he was drinking up your juicy reactions.

your ass was stinging and red from his spankings, and it seemed that he wasn’t done.

“look at this pretty little ass, completely covered in my red handprints.” terzo cooed mockingly, kneading the flesh with such roughness that it had you squirming underneath him.

“f-fuck you.” you managed out.

“no thanks. we’re not there yet.” terzo chided.

he smacked your ass again.

“you want me to keep doing this? spanking you like the brat you are? hah, i bet you do. this is what you actually wanted the entire time, isn’t it?”

and again.

“for me to discipline your bratty ass, and put you in your place. you just love the attention.”

“t-terzo!”

and again.

“sounds like you wanted my attention all along. what? you didn’t know any other way to get it? so you had to act like a fucking bitch just for this to happen?”

again. again. again. the spankings didn’t stop, and each one only got harder than the last. you moaned with each one, taking each slap until you couldn’t feel pain in your ass anymore.

“hahh.. look at you, a little mess all for me to see, and just from spankings too.” terzo mockingly cooed.

you couldn’t resist the tears coming out of your face from the pain and terzo’s words. he was being so cruel, crueler than you’ve ever been. but it was so fucking hot.

terzo just kept on whispering dirty things into your ear, most of them putting you down for being an attention seeker and a whore.

after a long while, he stopped, and you slumped heavily against the desk. you were shaking and there were even some dried tears that ran down your face.

“aww. were you upset by me? finally getting a taste of your own medicine now, eh?” terzo scoffed out.

his fingers traced shapes in your ass, and you whined from the contact. yep. terzo has definitely put you in your place now, and you were completely at his mercy.

terzo grinned down at you, and pushed his knee further between your legs to further humiliate you, even though you two were the only ones in the room.

but it felt like everyone was watching.

“now, ride my thigh like the attention whore you are. show me how much you want this.”

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[black-moon-bunny]

Private Confession

A shy sister decides to walk into the confessional to relieve some weight on her shoulders, she needs to confess the filthy dreams she has been having with the image of her Papa Emeritus the Third and take some guilt off , what she doesn't know it's that Papa himself is taking the confessions today.

Word Count : 4300 words.

Warnings: Smut with plot basically.+18 NSFW Oral Sex (male on female) Unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of praise kink, a dash of Dom!Terzo, a bit of corruption kink he just want to break her mind and shit. Y/N is used, some broken Italian that I took from Google translate sorry if it sucks. Minors DNI. All the pictures were found on Pinterest I just edited them so credits who made them. No betad. today I die like a woman (?).

The cute dividers that I used this time belong to @firefly-graphics 💕

A.N : I promised this a couple of days ago but I never thought that it will be that long, again I just got carried on. The fires are still burning near my city, everything was covered in ashes and smoke so I just locked myself in my home and spent all day writing and playing monster hunter on the switch. I hope you enjoy this filthy piece of work. Take care, drink water, eat your three meals and hug your loved ones. 💕

She was nervous, the last time she confessed to a member of the clergy was years ago, and she wasn't sure if it was ok for her to confess her latest dreams with the new Papa of the church. Papa Emeritus the Third was like a breath of fresh air into the Rituals, he was too charming, too charismatic, too flamboyant. And it was magnetic, since the first ritual she felt pulled to him not being able to keep her eyes out of him during performance, the purple gowns, the modals, the way that he moved and walked on the stage. It was even worse in church and the abbey, the way that he talked with the sisters, and walked around winking his eyes and smiling. That's when she couldn't even look in his direction. After a few months of this martyrdom she began to have the most unholy thoughts of the man in the sheets of her bed, most of the time giving herself pleasure in the process. She felt guilty, he was on another level completely away from her own level in the clergy, she shouldn't be having those lustful dreams with him! So she decided that the best thing she could do about it was going to confess, get the weight off her chest and get some advice in a more private scenario. She greeted without entering the little space of the confessional waiting for the clergyman permission

—Come in, sister. Please.

—Thank you Cardinal...

And the men inside the other side.of the confessional tensed, he was no Cardinal. He was Papa himself, the change in "title" shook him a bit, it had been a long time since someone referred to him as cardinal.

Terzo found himself bored in the abbey so he changed his place at the confessional with Cardinal Copia, he was one of his closest friends in the church so he was always down to help him, after the last ritual he ended up with a raspy deeper voice because his over exigence and that helped him to mask his identity behind the confessional. He wanted to talk to other people, he was tired of only talking to the upper clergy most of the times, he wanted to talk with anyone else besides Imperator and his dad

—What's your name, little lamb?...

— It's y/n , Sister y/n. —He smiled trying to get a look at her to confirm his suspicions, but he was sure that he knew her. She was the soft lamb that always seemed to shiver around him, but was always at the rituals supporting the Ghost Project. She was particularly interesting to him, she seemed to change every time he went on stage, her eyes fixated on him more than any other sister or brother at the rituals. So he was aware of her existence and presence in the church.

— Tell me Sister y/n ... why are you here? What is the thing that lingers in your mind? The burden that you charge...

She didn't recognize the voice...It was not the Cardinal , but she couldn't quite guess, it sounded a bit raspy

— Sister, are you okay? It's okay, this is a private moment, a moment of trust. I'm not going to judge you.

She felt the guilt and the shame in her head but he was right. It was just a confession and besides he was there to help her and not judge her. And most probably he didn't even know who she was.

— I have dirty thoughts... sinful and dirty dreams every night...

— And why do you think it is wrong to have sinful dreams my dear?

— It's not because of the dreams....It's about who I am dreaming in those dreams..

—Why do you feel bad about dreaming with this person?..

—Because he is our excellency, our guide in this place...I'm having dreams with...—She took a breath and let out a sight before saying it. — I'm having dreams with our new Papa. Really nasty and naughty dreams...

Terzo was amused, this cute sister was having dirty dreams with him? How could he be mad?

— Sister, what kind of dreams? Why are they naughty?....You mean sex dreams?...

—Y-Yeah....they begin always the same, Me and Papa talking after a ritual on his back stage...and then I gave him a shoulder massage to ease his tense muscles and...we ended up fucking. It's always the same and...I feel that is wrong! How could I dream such dirty things with someone that I admire...

— Sister....you like what Papa does to you in the dreams?..

— Y-Yes....he feels so good...the way he kisses me, and rubs me, and soothes my skin with his hands, and move me like I was a doll on top of him...

— So, do you desire your dream to become true?

She stood in silence for a moment. She really wanted that dream to become true? Or she just wanted to leave it as part of her dirty imagination?

—...I don't know....he would never look at me in that way! It's almost impossible...

— That is not an answer, little lamb...

— I'm sorry ...I would like to be true ...but I know that it's almost impossible.

— Ah little lamb...who says that dreams do not come true?...—Terzo laughed a bit leaving his spot inside the confessional and opening the door of the side in which she was seated.

She looked at him in utter disbelief, she just confessed to Papa himself that she was having sex dreams about him! . But Terzo did not look angry, he had this flirty expression, that arrogant and sly smirk in his face looking down on her. He grabbed her chin with his fingers and made her look up to him as she was trying to not look him in the eyes.

— What's wrong sorella...are you ashamed that I heard your secret?...—He caressed the skin of her cheek with his thumb slowly, without looking her right in her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes had this glisten in them, her expression was a mix of fear and excitement.

—P-Papa I'm ...I'm so sorry....

—Don't be sorella....do you think I'm mad at you? I'm amused....you who always shiver when I go near you, you who are always so supporting during Mass or in the rituals...all of this time living with the burden of those dirty dreams with me...Poor thing...did you get your relief after those dreams? You were touching yourself thinking about me?.....

She felt her thighs clench together, her chest was on fire. Her breathing stopped for a moment before answering

— Yes Papa....

—Don't worry my sweet sorella...I know this place is too small for you to enjoy...-He let go of her chin and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the confessional — Follow me...we are going to have a extended talk about your dreams....If you are really repented you are going to show me how did you pleasure yourself.

He dragged her to his room, she felt lightheaded. She sure was having a dream again, because none of this could be part of reality. She was being dragged to Papa Emeritus the Third room to "show remorse" and "talk" about her sin.

He opened the door and guided her into his chamber, seating her on the bed. The luxurious deep purple bed sheets, the soft cushions and mattress, the smell of roses and leather. Everything felt too dreamy to be true. She sat there, waiting for him to say something, waiting for her to wake up from her dream.

—Sorella...tell me...how did you touch yourself?

— I...I....

—Don't be afraid little lamb...we are not going to do anything that you don't want to...but I want to know how did you treated yourself...So I can know where to start your penitence, and don't worry about the old hag...This is our secret of confession ...Now my dear sorella....—He took a seat in front of her, not before removing part of his "working clothes''. He just had a white silky shirt and his black tight pants left as he sat in front of her— Show me, how you enjoy yourself after dreaming with me...

Her pulse was completely messed up, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her eardrum. Her legs spread slowly, shyly she took one of her hands and lifted her skirt showing her red lace underwear.

He felt his cock twitch inside his pants, who would have thought that the shy sister used such sexy lingerie? He was delighted, her soft and embarrassed expression contrasted so well with the sexy red lace between her legs, he could even see the dark spot where she leaked her fluids, he swore that he could smell her in the air.

— Take those off and give them to me...

— Yes papa....—She slid them down her legs and handed them to him, she couldn't do anything more but obey him. She opened her legs once more, but this time showing her exposed core to him, her folds were coated and slick with her fluids, she froze for a bit looking at the darkened and lustful expression in Papa eyes.

— Please continue...show me more, I want to see you give pleasure to that perfect pussy of yours...—He licked his lips, he wanted to go down on her and lick her fluids while fingering but he knew that if he waited the reward was going to be much better.

—.....Y-Yes....Mnhg...— A whimper left her lips as soon as she brushed her clit with the tip of her fingers. She was so sensitive already, she felt her insides twitch wanting something inside to fill them. She gave her clit slow grazes and applying some pressure, his middle finger slid slowly between her folds tempting the entrance of her hole for a bit before pushing it inside. She moaned and cursed herself on her inside for the embarrassing sounds coming out of her mouth. Her free hand was on her right nipple, pulling and pinching the button sending shivers down her spine directly to her pussy.

He was stroking lazily his cock under his pants, the show she was putting for him was completely outstanding. The way she moaned, how her hips moved looking for more contact with her hand. How she squirmed and giggled at the pleasure. He wanted more of her.

— Keep going....show me more, I want to see you fully sister.,..come on, obey your Papa..

— mnhg...ah! No...Papa per favore...

— Oh my little sorella....you know Italian huh? ...—He positioned between her legs, standing over her looking at her trembling body — la mia tentazione dolce e peccaminosa, così bella, solo per me, vero?....—He leaned on her just a bit, touching her face and caressing her skin, looking at her glistening eyes, waiting for an answer — Vero?...

— S-Sí....just for you....

He felt his cock pressing so hard against his pants just by hearing her. It was all the confirmation he needed to make his move. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, taking an intense look at the wonder in front of him.

— Sorella....we are not going to do anything that you don't want, I need you to say it, say that this is what you want....—There was a deep growl inside him trapped, her smell was driving him nuts, she was so wet that it dripped down her ass to his bed , directly into his velvet bedspread leaving a wet spot that grew by the minute.

— Papa please....I want you!.I need you!...are those dirty thoughts enough proof for you?....I desperately need you....—She whimpered and moaned, she was so needy of him. Her sweet and shy demeanor was long gone, she needed him, she wanted to indulge in the sin of Papa Emeritus the Third and never be the same again.

— Lucifero per favore, fammi godere per sempre di questo piacere peccaminoso....—He looked at her, his eyes completely darkened by lust, he began placing small kisses along her thighs, getting closer and closer to her wet impatient core, he spread her folds with his fingers to leave her clit exposed to him, he blew a bit of cold air and she moaned by the feeling.

After a sly smirk he got closer and closer

— Thanks dark lord for this delicious meal....—He gave a long lick to her clit down his folds before completely attacking her clit. Sucking slowly and moving his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands left to her thighs caressing and tracing the skin with the claws of his gloves, her moans sounded like the most delicious choir of sweets sounds.

She was losing slowly her contact with reality, she had never felt something like this before, she had been with boys during her teenage and young adult era, but nothing like this, nothing like the sinful dexterity of Papa's tongue, the feeling of his leather gloves and claws along her thighs as she moved her hips looking for more contact ,her hands playing with her nipples pulling them every time he gave a long lick.

He felt how she was melting under him. He took his gloves off and carefully placed one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy, pressing slowly letting her suck him inside. She was so wet that his finger slipped inside easily, but she felt tight around it at the same time. He moved one finger and then added another one, spreading her insides preparing her for him.

— Don't try to muffle your voice, my little songbird....—He moved his fingers slightly up inside her, touching that rugged spot over and over — I want you moaning my name...say it....

— Papa....Mngh papa, please made me cum....

— No no....not papa....—He finally released his erection from his pants and underwear , he kept moving his fingers inside her, brushing her clit with the palm of his hand every time he pushed into her, and with his other hand he was stroking himself.

She was about to climax on his fingers, she needed to release the pressure in her belly, she needed to let loose the coil that was about to snap. She moved her hips wanting more. She couldn't say his name, she was going to burst if she heard herself saying his name, no not papa, Terzo.

—Say it...or else I will not let you come, how about that? Enough motivation for you...puttana?....

She whimpered and moan obscenely at the nickname, her hips jerking from the bed moaning out loud his name

— T-Terzo! Terzo please! I need to....I want to...

—....You little filthy sister....—He positioned himself between her legs and without much warning he pushed inside, gasping and moaning deeply at the feeling, she felt the most blasphemous pleasure in the world.

Something inside her snapped after his thrust, her whole body felt like wildfire and she could swear that she was seeing stars and glistens all over the place, with the last part of her coherence she moved his arms towards him, looking for more of his touch, she wanted to feel him completely. He kept thrusting into her while taking of his shirt, he leaned over her and kissed her, her lips were soft and plump, as they kissed her moans got trapped in her throat and left only as breathy whimpers as he moved his hips and his bodies became one sweaty wet mess.

— I can feel you squeezing me so good....such a good girl for your Papa...—He bit her neck leaving marks all over the skin, she scratched the skin on his back and pectorals, she looked at him completely lost in her lustful dream that came true , adoring his expression, his passion and the delicious way in which he was devoted to give her pleasure.

For him, she was a devil that came from hell to make him lust over and over. He already had many affairs under his sleeve, but no one of those compared to the sinful sweet adoration of the sister. Her body seemed to perfectly fit with his, the way her legs hugged his hips, how her breast moved hypnotizing him, the delicious tightness and the way his name sounded on her lips. He wanted more of her, he wanted her for him and only him, this egoist desire of consuming her, of corrupt all if her shyness and all of her politeness into a pure lustfull mess, a fuck doll , a slut just for him.

He stopped for a bit to lift her legs over his shoulders and letting one of his hands wander from her tits to his neck and to his face, drawing the shape of her lips with his finger, looking at her and licking his lips at the sight, she licked the tip of his finger and he slide his thumb on her mouth. She began to suck desperately, her glossy eyes dropping tears of pleasure as he rolled his hips so deliciously over her, her insides twitched with anticipation of a climax that was already there. She was sure she scratched so hard that he bled a bit, but the pain turned him even more. He helped her ride her orgasm and lowered the pace of his thrusts for a minute.

—How was that dolcezza?....—He grabbed her by the waist and placed a pillow under her back for extra support and then proceeded to give her sweet kisses helping her ride the last waves of her orgasm before keep going further. — Are you okay?

— More....—She looked at him blushed, slightly drooling. Pupils fully dilated by pleasure, sweaty and still gasping for air but begging for more. "Such a good girl "terzo thought admiring the sight in front of him , but he needed to make sure she was okay, because after her approval he was going to go full feral on her.

— First, are you okay? Nothing hurts?....I plan to make love to you all afternoon and then at night if you are still needy give you some more but I need to know if you are well...—He brushed some strains of hair out of her forehead and caressed her cheek.

— I'm okay....I want more. Please....

— Mnn...I'm not sure if you are well...—He smiled devilishly moving his hips with one hard thrust — You seem quite agitated and...—He thrusted again — you look too red...—Once again another thrust — and you are gasping for air...

— Mnh...p-please ....ah! Don't....don't tease me....I ...I want more...

— And are you sure that you could...—His thrust were slow but hard and deep, he took his subtle time between thrusts just to make her squirm underneath him —.... take it?..

— I'm sure! I just....please fuck me! I want to feel your cum inside of me!

— Mngh....fucking hell y/n....you filthy puttana...want more of your Papa?....—He lifted her in his arms and sat on the bed with her on top but with her back pressed against his chest , he had her hold by the thighs with the rest of her legs clinging in the air. — Then take me....

After this sentence he began thrusting into her making her almost jump in his lap, her moans were obscene and loud, the wet slapping sound echoed in the room mixed with the moans of them both. His nails dig into her soft skin , her neck and back as his full disposition to bite and kiss , leaving marks all over her skin. He was close, he could feel the tightness in his abdomen. He dropped one of her legs and lowered his hand to her clit pressing and making circles over it as he thrusted, she squirmed and moaned his name over and over.

— Mnhg...y/n I'm...I'm close....you want it inside huh?....You filthy whore....so dumb fucked by your Papa...this is what you dreamed of isn't it?...mnhg! Ah! Fucking Satanás! ...

His hips moved faster and harder searching for his climax , but he couldn't indulge until she came at least one time more.

— Mmngh terzo! Together please....I want to come with you Papa! ...I want to be your personal..ah! Fuck toy! ...

— You sure are a bag of surprises sister...— His gasp and moans reverb on her ear, the praises and filthy remarks made her even closer, with only two thrusts more she came undone over him, squirting hard and wetting his bed, sofa and floor. He felt like he was melting in the caldrons of hell with her, he came with a loud and deep growl thrusting some more before collapsing in the bed with her underneath him. He pulled it off and watched as his cum leaked from her, this filled him with pride, looking at her so disheveled on his bed.

— mnhg...ah....don't leave...

— I'm not leaving....—He brushed some strains of hair out of her face and gave her a sweet peck on the lips as she turned around to be face up on the bed— but I need to prepare something...wait a minute dolce...

He went to his bathroom and prepared the tub for her, he took her in his arms slowly and carefully before letting her down slowly in the warm water. She was dozing a bit.

— You will stay here in my chambers today, and tonight you will make me company at the mass and ritual, then right back here with me si?...

— But...papa....—As she came down from her high the weight of reality became real, she knew that this will probably be a one time thing and she needed to get back to her chores— Sister Imperator is going to punish me if I do not finish my chores...

— It will be arranged as soon as we leave the tub, sí dolce?...—He entered the tub with her and she cuddled instantly on his chest, such a cute sight...

— Are you sure Papa?...

— I'm sure...and do not call me papa when we are alone si? Just terzo...Don't worry about the old hag , she is going on a trip with the old man and my brothers, we are going to be alone all week...Just me and the Cardinale, and of course you in my office all day wearing your cute dresses just for me...—He nuzzled her hair messing with her....

— Oh...I thought that...you know...I was going to be your one day off and stuff...—She looked up at him and he melted again, so innocent and yet so filthy, who would think that about her? He needed to thank his dear Amico later for letting him get in the confessional, maybe she would never had approached him otherwise, and yes , maybe he wouldn't done either . He was glad that Satan put her in his path.

— I know about my reputation sister...

—Just...y/n is fine if I can call you Terzo...just between us ...

— Well...y/n I know about my reputation but that's mostly a ...eh....it's part of the job...and I know that i have my fair share of affairs with a lot of sisters but no more than Secondo did or even Primo in his "prime" — He joke about his lame joke to ease some of her tension — You are right in be suspicious but I'm being honest...I want you for me as long as you are right with it , maybe we could get to know more about each other...I'm a bit tired of the running around with the sisters if I'm honest I'm bored about everything this days that's why I asked Copia...I mean, Cardinal Copia the favor of being on the confessional and that lead me to you, I will take it as a signal from our dark lord..

— So...you are asking me out?...—She smiled, it wasn't a dream right? — I'm not dreaming of this? Please tell me that I'm not..

— You are not ....— He laughed before pinning her slowly against the marble of the bath — But I'm going to make you feel like you are walking on air after this....—He laughed a bit at her expression of sudden lust and hunger— So eager....another round then?...

She used his weight in her favor and the slick of the water and turned around this time pinning him, he felt his dick bounce to his abdomen as soon as she was over him and her tits hanging in front of his face. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly over his cock

— Another round then ....—She took a deep breath and let him slide inside of her in one seat — Mnhg!...fuck...why it's so big?...mgnh....

— Mgnh...y/n ...so eager....—He bit his lip and grabbed her hips to give her more support, she moved wonderfully. She looked like a dark goddess of lust over him. His breast moving up and down with her, tempting him to bite and lick every piece of skin on them and so he did, he trapped one of her nipples between his lips sucking and biting, his hands traveled from her hips to his ass, squeezing and slapping her precious butt cheeks.

— Mnhg...Terzo....—She put her arms on his shoulders for support and started to move harder and faster, moaning his name over and over. The echo in the bathroom made her sound like a choir of devilish succubus filled with pure and primal desire. Her whole body was invested in giving him the biggest pleasure as a way to retrieve the pleasure that he gave her, the way she moved and breathed, how she moaned his name, how the tightness inside her felt. He felt his whole body sensitive, the way the warm water soothes his skin while being in the hot embrace of that marvelous woman on top of him, he moaned her name as a prayer. His wet hair falling on his face, her hair dropping over his shoulder everytime she moved, the heat of both bodies becoming one through the ritual of pleasure and lust.

— Mnhg! Fuck....y/n I'm not....mgnh...you are too...mgnh... damn hot ...I want to feel you more...ah la mia dolce puttana...così buona per me, così desiderosa del mio sperma....

— Sí Terzo please! Fill me with your cum...I'm getting closer...mgnh I want to come all over your dick...

— Mgnh...Sí dolce ... everything that you desire my sweet little devil....—He grabbed her hips, thrusting hard and fast over and over until she came with a high pitched moan. He came shortly after, filling her again with her cum..

— Mnhg ...ah!...don't ...move....—He smiled a bit — Too...sensitive....

— Oh...let me just ...—He plopped out of her and lifted her slowly.

— Mnhhh.....—She cuddles with him again. Caressing his chest and brushing his chest hair slowly. Giving kisses on his shoulder and chest.

— You are so cuddly...—He sighed in relaxation— so warm...

— You...don't like it?....—She asked a but worried of being too much all of the sudden.

— I love it....—He kissed her over and over, making her blush. — Let's get out of here and shower, I will make a ghoul go for some clothes for you and then you can sleep a bit on my bed while I take care of some duties...Don't worry about a thing of your chores, it's all ready....now, let's get cleaned up si princesa?...

They showered and rested on his bed, she fell asleep quickly, he brought his paperwork to his chamber and worked on his desk while watching her sleep, he was sure that it was the right decision following the devil's sign that guided him to her. All of it just for a simple private confession...

A.N : Heeeey! I hope that you enjoyed it, I was in the mood for a filthy sexy smut with our slutty Papa but I could keep the fluff away, I like fluff. If you have comments suggestions or want me to write something specific you can comment something down below or leave and question on the ask me page. 💕 thanks again for reading and I hope you have a great day/night/afternoon etc. 💕

[ghoulette-knell]

Confessional Booth

Terzo x Fem!Reader

You’re confessing to Terzo… some very explicit dreams you’d had about him.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Oral (male receiving); Fingering (female receiving), Dirty Talk; Semi-Public Sex; Cum-Swap.

Word Count: 4,053

Papa Emeritus III, also known as Terzo, sat silently as he waited for you to begin speaking. You and him were on opposite sides of the confessional booth, and he was ready to hear about the sins you must confess, no matter how deviant they might be.

“What can I do for you, young one?” the Papa asked while leaning against the wall eagerly.

“Papa, I’ve been having dreams about… about you,” you whispered while pressing your ear against the wall to hear him better. He didn’t know who was on the other side of the wall, which is what made the confessional booth so affective— there was no shame because it remained anonymous.

"Dreams about me?"

Terzo raised his eyebrows. This piqued his interest as he wanted to hear more. He wondered what were the nature of these dreams. He could assume though… whenever talk was going on in a confessional booth, it usually wasn’t orthodox. This proved to interest Terzo even further.

"Please, go on," he replied. "Dreams of what nature?"

You hesitated slightly. It was embarrassing, but what made it easier was the fact that you were anonymous. There was definitely no going back now. He wouldn’t drop it until the words left your mouth.

“The… sexual nature, your unholiness,” you answered as a blush appeared on your face. You buried your face in your hands as you spoke, which slightly muffled your words.

"Interesting..." Terzo said, his voice dripping with temptation as he listened to you describe these dreams. He couldn’t help but smirk at your words, his hand hovering slightly over his crotch.

"Were the dreams pleasant? Tell me about them, sister.”

You blushed and squeaked slightly as Terzo spoke and asked such an important question and demanded to hear more. That was a question you were asking yourself too. Hell, you’d been with dozens of men and women in your life, but somehow, that dream with Terzo was more explicit and pleasuring than any experience with anyone before.

“Yes, Papa… they were very pleasant. Which is why I came to confessional today. I wish to understand why I feel this way.”

"Ah..."

Terzo grinned widely as his attention was captured by your words.

"Would you mind... uh... elaborating on these dreams for me, cara?” Terzo asked as he inched closer to the side of the confessional booth where he could hear you better. The anticipation for him was growing as well, his pulse picking up.

“Well,” you swallowed nervously, “It was you and I… in the confessional booth, ironically enough. You had me in on your side… I was sitting on your lap with your hand placed over my mouth so no one could hear me moan, groan, and scream... You fucked me while listening to the other Sisters of Sin’s confessions.”

Terzo was speechless... but not in a bad way. As the details of your dream began to sink in, a smirk spread across his face, along with a lustful gleam in his eyes.

He licked his teeth before whispering to you to "go on" through the wooden confessional booth walls with a subtle nod of encouragement.

You blushed deeply as Terzo obviously wanted to hear more. You felt a growth of both arousal and embarrassment as you continued to speak. Your boldness surprised you— perhaps Terzo’s words of encouragement were making you confident enough to continue this ‘confession.’

“That dream felt better than anything I had experienced in real life. If you’re anything like that in real life… I would be jealous of your partner, if you have a partner anyways.” Another blush graced your cheeks as you dared utter such words to your Papa.

"Oho! It sounds like you really enjoyed this dream," Terzo said as he let out a low growl of delight.

You had certainly stirred a fire within him— he seemed even more eager to continue this confession now. Of course, he was always eager to continue confessionals with his precious Sisters of Sin, but this unorthodox meeting has his blood pooling.

"Perhaps it would be possible to... replicate this dream in real life? How does that sound, young one?"

You gasped in surprise and stared at the wall separating Terzo and you. You blushed deeply and nodded, nervously grabbing at your habit, a tendency you showed when you were incredibly nervous, “I suppose that sounds nice, Papa. Is that what you want me to do?”

"Oh yes, it's what I want you to do."

Terzo let out a low growl of approval and anticipation as he leaned even closer, his head now resting on the wooden wall separating the two of you. The anti-pope couldn’t help but wonder excitedly which of his sisters was on the other side of this wall.

"I know you want it too. Why else would you confess this to me in secret? You wanted to tempt me into acting on these urges, yes?"

Your eyes widened as Terzo lightly accused you of purposely using this confession to get what you wanted, “I promise, Papa. This was not my original intention. I know Lucifer would’ve wanted me to confess such desires to you, and it would’ve been blasphemous to disobey our Dark One.”

"Ah, how dutiful and obedient," Terzo said with amusement in his voice as he stroked his chin with his gloved hand, "Lucifer would be proud of you, mia dolce.”

He looked to be lost in thought for a brief moment before he continued in a more suggestive tone, "If your dream is any indication, Lucifer clearly wants you to... satisfy... me. Your Papa is asking for your obedience once more. Can you give it?"

You felt a heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as Terzo asked you that burning question. Were you going to give him what he wanted?

The answer was yes. Undoubtedly so.

You groaned lightly while pawing at your pussy through your habit, “Y-Yes, Papa. I am yours to do whatever you wish.”

Terzo smirked as you gave your submissive reply. It was clear that he and you had an understanding, and you were only fulfilling the wishes of your Papa.

"Are you sure your body belongs to me, cara?" He purred into your ears through the wooden wall. "I don't want to hear any hesitation. Only complete submission and confidence in your desires.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to swallow the accumulation of saliva that was pooling in your mouth from Terzo’s words. No man nor woman had ever made you feel this turned on by just words alone.

Circumstances helped. It felt so deviant and blasphemous to be having this conversation with the anti-pope in his own confessional booth. Just the circumstances alone made you feel very hot, but also being able to have a chance to fuck Terzo was the tipping point.

Your fingers began to move faster against your wet pussy, moans threatening to leave your lips.

“Yes, Papa. I am confident that my body belongs to you. I am wholly yours to do whatever… whatever you wish. Make my confession a reality.”

"You know what I want."

Terzo's voice was lower in tone than usual as he looked dead centre at the wall where he knew you were seated behind; his multi-coloured eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"And I know you can't resist the temptation. You're already wet and begging for me to take you," he whispered. "I bet just the idea of it has you dripping. I can smell your arousal, mia tesora.”

Your eyes widened over how direct Papa was being. You felt your thighs begin to shake and burn over being called out for your lust by the man who was causing it.

“Fuck, Papa. Can I please… can I please come on your side of the confessional booth. I can’t wait much longer.”

"Yes, yes, of course!" Terzo replied eagerly as he unlocked the door that separated the two of you. His smile grew and his eyes glistened as he anticipated your arrival.

"Come to Papa," he said in an enticing voice as he gestured to you to enter the confessional booth beside him. As you walked in; your face red with embarrassment, lust, and desire, the smirk on his face just continued to grow.

He definitely hadn’t expected you to walk in.

He recognized you from mass and other ministry-related services. You were shy, only speaking when chanting Satanic texts and prayers to the Dark One. You were a very ‘only speak when spoken to’ individual, which was what surprised Terzo the most. He would’ve never suspected a Sister of Sin like yourself would have such dirty thoughts about her Papa.

He placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed it gently, “It is a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you, Sister (Y/N).”

You blushed lightly and closed the confessional booth doors behind you. Terzo’s gloved hands felt absolutely wonderful against your quivering thighs. If it wasn’t for your underwear, you knew your wetness would begin to pool over, “Lucifer blessed me with such desires, Papa. You only fuel them.”

You leaned your arms on the walls to hold yourself up, as you had to crouch due to the low ceiling of the booth. Terzo’s face was right at yours; only a few inches apart.

Terzo's lips curled into a mischievous smile as his gloved hands continued their journey up your thighs — the friction of the fabric felt even better than he and you both imagined.

"Your Papa has taught you well, cara. You're doing a great job of making me want you," he purred. "I'm glad I get to show you the way to darkness.”

He chuckled softly as you blushed from his words. His voice began to grow even more lustful as the moments passed. “Tell me how much you want it."

You groaned and swivelled your hips to meet his hands as they made their way further up your habit. You could feel how delicate his fingers were as they grazed your panties in a teasing manner. You shivered as his finger began stroking the outside of your panties.

“I need you so bad, Papa,” You moaned while staring down at him with such heavy, unbridled lust in your eyes, “I physically feel like I might pass out if your dick, your tongue, or your fingers aren’t inside of me.”

The words were coming out of your mouth all jumbled and breathily now that this was truly happening.

"So desperate," he whispered, making fun of your breathlessness while slowly sliding the glove off one of his fingers. He softly began pressing the bare digits on your skin. You could feel how warm his touch was, and with the slightest pressure, there was a slight chance of it burning your skin. But, that was what made it so good.

He chuckled a little.

You groaned lowly as his fingers began to trail up your skin. Somehow, Terzo removing his gloves made him seem more human.

He was always seen as Papa Emeritus III, never Terzo. He was the leader of the Satanic church— the anti-pope. He rarely exhibited humanistic expressions or emotions, and his skull paint always blocked facial expressions. This made him seem more human… more alive.

“P-Please, Papa,” you whispered as my arms began to shake as they held you up in this confessional booth.

He smirked at you, his remaining gloved hand quickly losing that glove as Terzo’s teeth clasped around the fabric; removing it from his digits. His hand found it’s way back to your hip and he quickly pulled you onto his lap. You squeaked as he did this; your face flushing red once again.

He moved his free hand further upwards to your chest as it lightly traced your cleavage line. His painted lips delicately kissed your exposed breasts, his fingers digging into your hip as he held you in place.

“P-Papa, please stop teasing me!” you whined as Terzo continued to pepper your breasts with soft kisses. Your pussy was basically screaming at this point to be touched, especially now since the man had pulled you into his lap.

You wanted nothing more than to fingered right now… to be bent over Terzo’s office desk and be rammed until you saw stars… or to have his dick forced down your throat until you were gasping for air.

"If you want it from Papa, it will be a struggle, cara. You must earn it," he said with a devious smile.

His painted lips kissed up to your neck where he bit down and held as he began to kiss down your cleavage; his fingers still exploring your hips and waist.

“Do you want me to blow you, Papa?” you asked bluntly while swivelling your hips into his exploring hand, “I will do whatever you want as long as I get you inside of me tonight.”

His eyes widened as he registered what you had just said to him. He slowly lifted his painted lips away from your neck; blackened smudges left behind on your skin, and looked into your eyes.

"Oh, that's what you want, cara?" He chuckled lustfully.

He brought his lips next to your ear, and in a sultry voice, he whispered, "Do you know how to use that beautiful mouth of yours, mia tesora?”

“I’ve had experience with it, Papa,” you giggled lightly while leaning into his lips as they grazed your ear; your lips enveloping with his, “I know how to make you feel good if that’s what you’re asking.”

"I knew you might have some... experience. But I think it was time to teach you how to do it right,” he said in a sultry, seductive tone. He kept his lips pressed against yours for a short moment before he gently pulled away, looking at you and stroking his chin with his gloved hand.

"Now, show me how good your mouth is, cara.”

You pecked his lips once more, then slid off his lap and onto the floor. Your knees held you propped up as your hands flew to Terzo’s belt. You quickly unbuckled his belt and helped the anti-pope push his pants down to his knees. His boxers already had a tent pitched in them, signifying how excited his body was for you.

You stared up at him with lust-filled eyes while pulling his boxers down, “You’re so big, Papa. I can tell.” You licked your lips as Terzo looked down hungrily at you.

The sight of your eyes looking up at him as you revealed his manhood did nothing short of make Terzo’s heart race and his lustful thoughts build even more.

"You are bold, cara," he chuckled softly as he watched you look at him with such lust and admiration.

"Show me what your mouth can do. Please your Papa.”

Immediately, without hesitation, you licked Terzo from his base all the way to the tip. It was agonizingly slow to get back at him for teasing you before. You placed your hands on Terzo’s bare thighs as you continued to kiss and lick his member, your eyes never leaving his.

Terzo looked down on you with an expression that spoke of surprise.

The painted lips on his face curled into a lustful smile, as he placed a hand on your head to hold you in place.

"Oh, cara..." he whispered seductively, "... that feels so good right now."

You giggled lightly as Terzo’s fingers intertwined with your hair; his arm lightly bouncing your mouth over his cock.

Unknown to the both of you at this moment, however, another Sister of Sin walked into the other side of the confessional booth, where you once were.

“Papa, I’ve come to confess,” she whispered as you continued to take Terzo in your mouth.

Terzo's eyes widened as he heard another voice speaking from the other side of the confessional booth. His smile grew wider as it became clear that this Sister of Sin was oblivious as to what was going on in the booth with his cock and your lips.

"Now, now, Sister... don't be shy," he said stoically to the newcomer. "Speak your problems to Papa, and your sins can be acknowledged." As he spoke his words, Terzo's free hand gripped onto your head firmly and his lips curled into a more lustful expression. His hips began to thrust into your mouth.

You fought the urge to choke as he did this. Your eyes bulged out as he moved. The last thing you wanted was for this oblivious sister to hear your choking and grow suspicious of what was happening through the wooden wall.

Your fingernails dug into Terzo’s thighs from the sudden presence of his dick hitting the back of your throat.

Terzo's eyes widened as you choked and dug your fingers deeper into his thighs. The fact that you weren't able to properly breathe turned him on even further. This was the feeling of domination that he relished in.

You heard several words exchanged from the other side, where the oblivious sister continued to speak to Terzo. Meanwhile your efforts of fighting that gag reflex began to grow stronger and stronger.

The fact that this was happening with someone mere inches away made this so much hotter. Your underwear was soaking wet at this point.

“Sometimes I wonder if Lucifer is really there for me,” the sister droned on as your mouth continued to sink down on Terzo’s twitching cock, “I know he loves all of us, but I have to wonder why he lets things happen.”

“Oh, sister,” Terzo muttered. You weren’t sure if he was replying to the sister on the other side of the confessional booth, or to the sister currently giving him the best blowjob of his life.

The sister on the other side continued speaking. Meanwhile, Terzo closed his eyes and his grunts of pleasure grew even louder.

"It is hard to understand The Dark One's works, sister. But you must remember that he has a plan. He is testing you, pushing you towards your limits."

The woman continued to speak and talk of the tests being placed on her and the other Sisters of Sin.

All while this sister and Terzo spoke about Lucifer, you continued giving him the best of your skills with your mouth. You could tell the anti-pope was close to cumming based on his involuntary muscle twitches in his hips.

After a few more magical moments of giving Terzo some of the best head of his life, you could tell Terzo was ready to reach his climax. His hands forced your mouth down; the head of his dick slamming painfully into the back of your throat as he came. Your gag reflex failed you and you sputtered and choked, making noises that would make Satan himself blush. Terzo’s moans from reaching his orgasm mixed in with your noises, creating a cesspool of pleasure.

You prayed the sister on the other side of the wall was too wrapped up in her own problems to hear the two of you.

Luckily enough, the sister on the other side of the wall continued to speak her confession to Papa while he experienced the most euphoric and lustful moments of his life inside the confessional booth.

The moans and sounds emanating from your side of the booth were... loud, to say the least. But the oblivious sister on the other side didn't have any clue as to what was going on. Terzo’s dick, for the most part, muted your gags.

“The Father of Darkness… he truly is… the embodiment of… pleasure,” Terzo moaned in euphoria, feeling you swallow his cum right down your throat as he exploded in your mouth.

It burned going down, but it was a good burn.

Without hesitation or allowing you any time to recover, Terzo’s hands wrapped around your hips and he hoisted you up and onto his lap. The man was eager, and he surely didn’t care about the other sister in the booth. He smashed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your lips.

His hands quickly discarded your panties; a chuckle vibrating in his throat as he did so.

He slipped a hand between your legs and brushed his fingers over your entrance. You felt his lips on your neck as he kissed you hungrily, a low growl emanating from deep within his throat.

“S-Shit, Terzo!” you groaned while cocking your head to the side to give the anti-pope more access to your sensitive skin.

Your hips twitched from pure and unbridled arousal as Terzo’s fingers danced over your clit; his thumb and pointer finger coming together to tease the sensitive bud.

As you were about to moan loudly, Terzo’s hand quickly clasped over your mouth, absorbing your moans.

Your body bucked in Papa's lap as he played with you. His lips left your neck as he whispered in your ear:

“Quiet, cara," he hissed seductively. "Can't let the sister hear us on the outside. That would be awfully… awkward to explain why I’m fucking you while I should be focusing on her problems.”

He pulled his fingers away and placed them against your face; painting your lips with your own slick. He quickly dunked his soaked fingers into your lips; your tongue dancing around his fingers eagerly. He then placed his hand back down and continued to tease your entrance.

Then, the first finger went in. You gasped in surprised and dug your teeth into the hand that was still over your mouth to mute your moans; not enough to draw blood but enough to be a bit painful.

Terzo's lips curled into an expression of pure delight when your teeth sunk into his fingers. The painted muscles of his mask flexed as his free hand continued to work its way inside of your sopping cunt.

“Papa, are you still listening to me?” the woman on the other side of the confessional booth asked. She had gone silent, likely listening to the noises Terzo and you were making.

“Of course, sister. I am always listening to the faithful when they need me,” Terzo replied deeply, a moan threatening to leave his mouth. “Your confession is almost done. Please continue.”

Terzo quickly added another finger, which he effortlessly slipped into you thanks to how wet you’d become. His thumb circled around your clit, summoning hungry grunts and growls from you.

You began grinding down on his hand. The friction and penetration was enough to cause a heat to pool in your abdomen. Terzo’s free hand came up and started stroking his cock as he kept fingering you. He lapped up the noises your were making; his lips hungrily kissing yours as you squealed.

Papa continued to stroke his dick against your pubic mound. He occasionally slapped the head against your swollen clit, causing your hips to involuntarily jerk forward. This caused Terzo to giggle, which quite frankly, was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

His fingers began to make a scissoring movement inside of your cunt, which was the tipping point you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came all over Terzo’s fingers.

The anti-pope sped up his own pleasure and stroked himself faster. As you finished cumming, the man himself came; his thick ropes of seed drenching your pubic hair. His lips met yours in pure ecstasy as the two of you came down from your climax.

“I think I’ll come back later, Papa…” the Sister of Sin muttered while standing up and leaving.

You giggled in amusement while kissing Terzo once more, “I doubt she will be coming back.”

“Eh. Not my fault she can’t enjoy one of Satan’s most wonderful blessings— lust. Her loss.”

Terzo playfully swiped your sensitive clit again with his thumb, “Meet me in my quarters tonight, cara. You have some more confessing to do, I’m afraid.”

A smile rose to your face, and you kissed his lips once more before climbing off his lap, your legs shaking from the over-exertion , “I will be there, Papa.”

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Papa Headcanons: Showering Together 🚿🧼

What happens when things get hot and steamy in the shower with Papa?

WARNING - NSFW, MDNI

Inspired by Heartsforcopia_ on Twitter!

Primo

Lots of lotions and potions in unlabeled bottles on the shelves in his shower, all handmade from the things he grows in his garden

“Do you need help reaching, cara/caro? Let Papa help…” as he touches you in the most sensual way possible

Sometimes he prefers baths so he can just sit and relax after a busy day and invites you so you’re laying against his chest

Claims he has trouble reaching certain spots and needs your help washing, but you’re pretty sure you saw him bend over in the garden no issue earlier

Insists on no funny business as you both wash together but his touches leave you practically begging him to fuck you in the shower

On second thought, he was looking a little wobbly today so maybe shower sex would be dangerous (so you just bang it out in your towels on his bed)

Secondo

He’s got a nice ass shower, like it’s huge with multiple shower heads and lights and a bench

He’ll use the shower head on your sensitive spots to help get you off

Lathers up soap on your chest and pinches your nipples in the suds, kissing you deeply as the water falls over your heads

Watches you lather up, shave, whatever you do in the shower as he does the same, content on just watching the water roll off your frame

You ask him for help shaving your nether regions because you just know he’ll be careful

That’s the perfect excuse for him to go down on you as well while he’s down there

Terzo

Has all the expensive skincare items, and you spend half the time looking at everything and using a little bit of it all

“Oh your [insert preferred body part here] looks sooo dirty I must help you wash it”

Lathers up your entire body, lingering on your sensitive spots

Will NOT keep his hands to himself - he’s touching you, putting soap on you, putting his fingers in certain places and he wants YOU to wash him

Hogs the water on purpose but his caresses keep you warm

He fingers you with the claim that he must clean ALL of you 😫💀 (don’t worry, he knows not to stick soap up there)

He’s too much of a horndog so you fuck in the shower, soggy doggystyle 😈

Copia

You’re pretty much stuck with his 3-in-1 wash for your whole body

You start to question why he’s got a pink razor and think he might be seeing someone else who’s got their stuff in his shower but then he says he just prefers Lady Schick for shaving his balls

Blocks the water flow with his big ass head but he doesn’t mean to leave you cold and shivering, he’s just kinda spatially unaware

When he notices you’re cold he wraps you up in his arms and lets you have the water (where he stands shivering the rest of the time)

“Eh, can I wash your boobies/balls/butt, tesoro? 👉👈” (choose your preferred body part)

Excited to wash your hair, your face, everything because he sees this as more of a bonding experience versus a sexual one

But yeah he still gets really horny and if you don’t fuck in the shower, you for sure are slapping your wet bodies together on the bathroom floor or against his sink, wherever you end up first

[her-satanic-wiles]

So, I need help!

I have two full-length fics planned for two of the fics I wrote for Kinktober, and I'd love to know which one you want me to prioritise and release at the beginning of next year. So, here are the fics:

Divine Desires: Secondo x Reader, enemies to lovers, forbidden lovers.

You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your teenage years, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.

Fallen Reverence: Terzo x Reader, star-crossed lovers, "office" romance.

When you are recruited from your humble Parish to work at the Ministry in Italy, your worldview expands to innumerable lengths. You are to take care of the Satanic Church's impressive and ancient library and find yourself falling in love with the Church's leader. But, when conspiracies become deposition, your once unwaverable faith comes into question, and you doubt the very clergy you've come to respect.

[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part iv -- copia x reader, ex!terzo x reader

Summary: Your cheating ex is the leader of the Satanic church and you caused a scene in front of the whole congregation. You've been summoned to meet with him, alone, to be served your punishment. Turns out, you're destined for more than you could ever imagine...

A/N: buckle up buttercups, you're in for a doozy. please read the warnings. also this is my first time writing real smut please be nice to me. this little idea i had has grown into something i never thought it would and it is my overflowing cup of reason to live juice. and yes i switched gifs around because i'm new here and found the perfect one for part iii soooo did a little switcheroo. ps there’s a lot of lyrical easter eggs for my fellow swifties

songs: coney island by tswizzle, tempt me by stone nobles (please check out this band, i beg of you. trust me.)

word count: 8.4k (😬😬😬)

warnings: (this chapter deals with some dark stuff) dubcon, manipulation, talk of self-sabotage, flashbacks, oral (f!receving), fingering, p in v, rough sex, choking, fingers in mouth, allusion to panty-sniffing kink (kinda), horror elements, allusion to degradation (the bad kind), female reader, terzo heavy, google translate latin, some google translate italian (i took it in high school but that was forever ago, so i tried?)

“A summons?” you gasped jumping up from the couch. “A summons?! Oh, great. Perfect. Wait, what exactly is a summons?” 

“It’s a meeting with Papa… alone…” Copia said, his voice balancing on the edge of feigned calmness and panic.

“Why the fuck does he need to see me alone? He can’t excommunicate me without witnesses, right? …Right?!” Your voice was rising in pitch as you started to pace around the living room. 

“I-I don’t know, tesoro. No matter what happens, eh, I don’t think he’ll let you go that… easily.”

“Okay, okay, we just have to remain calm and- and think about this rationally. I-it could just be the slap on the wrist for the outburst, right?”

“Maybe…”

“Then again, if I’m alone in his office it’ll probably be a slap across my ass,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. Copia couldn’t even respond, he just made a growling sound from deep inside his chest. You held your hands up defensively. “I’m just saying.”

“If so much as lays one finger on you–”

“He won’t,” you interrupted. “What happened after I left mass?”

“I got up to run after you and the fucker, very condescendingly, reminded me…” he trailed off as a realization smacked him across the face. “He reminded me I was to lead the closing prayer, which he assigned to me at the last minute. Cazzo! Quel figlio di puttana (Fuck! That son of a bitch…) planned this. He knows what he’s fucking doing,” he fumed.  “That’s why he couldn’t wipe that fucking smirk off his face.”

“Oh fucking hell, we are so fucked,” you groaned, sitting back down on the couch with your head in your hands.

“Eh, maybe not if we’re already figuring out his plan?”

“True... Okay, so… we just have to think like Terzo.” A repulsed shiver went down your spine at that thought alone. “His comment to me was planned. He wanted to get under my skin. Point for him. I spat wine in his face and told him to fuck off in front of literally everyone. Point for me. But he was testing me to see my reaction or maybe it was just to test your reaction, or both? Either way, it didn’t matter because he made it so your duties came first no matter what I did… Point for him. He’s in the lead and now I’m gonna have to be in his office tomorrow. Great. Just fucking great.”

“So he’s going after me now too…” Copia sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“N-no. Not just you.” Your voice faltered as you felt your insides do a somersault. A realization of your own drained every emotion from your face. “He’s going after us. He’s going– He’s gonna try and break us apart.” Copia looked up at you, dumbfounded. Of course. Of course that’s exactly what Terzo was doing. 

“If he can’t have you, no one can…”

“Do you remember what a big fucking deal it was to get me on the books for living with him?” Copia nodded, not liking where this was going. “I… I never officially moved out… I just… came here. He’s… he’s going to reassign my living quarters tomorrow. That's what this has to be about.”

“Oh Satana mio…(Oh my Satan)”

“Call Sister Imperator. Right now. She can rush the paperwork, can't she?”

“Amore, even if we could, he’d still have to sign off on it in the morning,” he sighed.

“I can’t just sit here and wait for morning. Even if that’s not what the summons is going to be about, at least let’s cover our asses. Now… Call. Her.”

He ignored the warmth that traveled up his body from you being stern and demanding with him and started the call to their superior. She answered right away and you were sitting on the edge of the couch. “H-hi, uh, hello, Seestor. I’m sorry it’s so la– Sì. She received the summons… Eh, sì, that’s why I’m calling you… No… Okie dokie, Seestor.” He hung up the phone after that.

“Did you really just ‘okie dokie’ Sister Imperator?”

Copia just shrugged. “She’s expecting us in her office.”

“Hmph!” you hummed triumphantly as you got up. “Told ya we needed to call her.”

He rolled his eyes at your gloating. “Andiamo, anidamo (let’s go, let’s go),” he said as he placed a hand on the small of your back, letting you lead the way out of the apartment.  

Copia knocked swiftly on Imperator’s door. Seconds later it was opened. “Come in. Quickly!” she hissed. The Sister took her seat at her desk, while you and Copia sat in the chairs in front of her. She stared at you, her lips pursed. “That was some stunt you pulled at mass today, Sister.” 

“I-I… he… I’m–” you stuttered and then abruptly shut up when she held her hand up.

“I knew of the nature of your relationship with Papa and I know that it is no longer. I know of the infidelity… on both your parts. Save the apologies. I heard what he said to you. When I was your age… I would have acted similarly… I did not bring you both here because of that incident. Clearly Papa Emeritus III is out of control and it’s only going to get worse.” She spoke matter-of-factly. There was no animosity in her voice towards you, this was strictly business.

“I think he’s going to try to separate Copia and I,” you blurted out quickly. You winced at the frantic tone of your voice.

“Yes I know. I have your room transfer papers ready. Luckily, it’s before midnight, so tomorrow he won’t have a say in where you end up since this is already being put in motion. Sign here and here,” she pointed with her pen as she spoke and handed a clipboard over to Copia who then passed it to you.

“Do you… do you know what else is going to happen tomorrow? At the summoning?” you questioned timidly.

“No. I only caught wind about the transfer. But, Sister, you must be prepared. We are thwarting his plans. Whatever happens tomorrow, you cannot retaliate via a spectacle. I am fully on your side here, but we need to bide our time.”

“So… What? I’m just supposed to take the public humiliation and whatever else he’s gonna throw in my face?”

“I think what Seestor is trying to say, cara, is that behind closed doors you can say anything you want to him, but whatever you say to him, we don’t know if he will retaliate right then or wait to strike,” Copia said calmly.

Sister Imperator gave a short nod in agreement. “Your reactions have to be calculated. You cannot let your emotions get the best of you in the moment. You’ve done so well holding yourself together, I know you are capable of this.”

You felt the weight of everything come crashing down on you, overwhelming you. All you could do was chew on the inside of your cheek.

“I know you know this more than anyone, Sister,” Imperator continued, “Terzo is out of control and out of line. This is becoming nothing but a game to him. As Papa, he feels no one has the power to tell him no. At the rate he is going, he will only bring ruin to this Ministry. And I, for one, will do everything in my power to keep that from happening. I know Cardinal Copia feels the same.”

He nodded. “Sì, Seestor. I do.”

“I will do whatever it takes, Sister.”

“Do you know why your role is so vital to this?” Sister Imperator questioned. You shook your head. “You were the only one that could tame Terzo. For a while, I had thought we found our solution to our problems with him. But he is a wild animal. No amount of domestication will tame that beast. You also possess magical and ritual talents well beyond your years. You are a very valuable asset to the church as a whole. If all goes according to plan, your efforts will be regarded in the highest favor from the Dark Lord himself, I’m sure.”

You were too stunned by her praise to notice that Copia shifted uncomfortably. Sister Imperator shot a glare at him to stop before you looked up from your hands. “I– Um, thank you, Sister.”

She gave you a stiff nod as she began to organize the papers on her desk. “Oh, and, Sister? Should anything happen to you, be it comments or gestures, report it to myself or Cardinal Copia. Immediately. If I am preoccupied, tell someone or myself that you have a very important document for me to review. Understood?”

“Yes, Sister,” you nodded.

“Very well then. I will have this processed and on Papa’s desk by sun rise.”

Copia got up and bowed to Sister Imperator. He held out his hand for you to take your leave. Just as you both were a step away from the door, you turned back to her desk. “Sister Imperator?” you asked innocently.

“Hmm?” she murmured without looking up at you.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

She finally looked up at you, her eyes darting between you and Copia. An uncharacteristically warm smile spread across her face. “No need to thank me yet.” Her demeanor turned back to its usual stoicness. “Now go get some rest. The both of you. You’ll need it.”

~~~~~ 

Even though you somehow managed to fall asleep, you felt like as soon as you drifted off, you heard the incessant beeping of Copia’s alarm. You rolled to face the ceiling and groaned, but didn’t allow yourself any more time in bed. You wanted this over with. You had no idea what was about to happen. Delaying it wasn’t going to solve any problems. Reluctantly, you got up and showered quickly, putting on your makeup afterwards. While Copia got ready for the day, you searched your side of the closet, trying to decide the best approach for this summons.

Earlier last week, while Terzo was tied up in meetings, you and one of your favorite Ghouls went back to the place you once called home and packed up the rest of your things. When you brought in the last box, and the Ghoul was to return to his post, he gave you his signature straight-lined, toothy smile, something he rarely did around humans. He stood at your side and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling his head into you. The affection was so endearing you didn’t mind his mask slightly clunking against your head.

“Thank you for always being there for me, Swiss,” you told him. He had caught you crying on more than one occasion, always wiping your tears away or badly misbehaving around Papa when he realized that’s who was the reason for your sadness. “Don’t forget about me, okay?” you laughed delicately. The Ghoul put both their hands over their heart and shook their head. How could they ever forget the one person who treated them like an equal and not as just a devout servant or like some kind of pet? 

His shoulders slumped when it was time for him to go. You put your hand on the side of his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and said, “Be on your worst behavior for Papa. Be the best little shit I know you can be for me, alright?” He perked up and nodded excitedly, happily accepting this task from you. “There we go, that’s my favorite Ghoul,” you smiled warmly and scratched under his chin as his tail swished. He flashed you one more of his signature smiles before turning heel and heading back.

You sighed. “I miss the Ghouls,” you grumbled as you continued to flip through all the clothes you had hanging. You could wear something plain, albeit respectful, just what all the Sisters wore day-to-day. Maybe something more formal… But then you found it. It was a dress you saved for special occasions and events and luckily for you, you had yet to wear this one. A devilish smile went across your face. 

Looking in the mirror, smoothing out any stray wrinkles, you nodded to yourself. You looked hotter than hell. You had your wimple on, but pulled some hair out to have it frame your face. You fluffed your bangs, then applied your red lipstick. Yeah, this’ll do.

You walked out of your room, causing Copia to look up from his phone. He almost choked on his coffee at the sight of you.

The dress was a black satin that hugged your body. Leaving very little to the imagination, it had a plunging neckline and an open back. Its asymmetrical hem fell just above your left ankle, while the right side hit the top of your thigh, showing off your whole leg when you walked. On that leg, you had a garter with a single Grucifix dangling from it, made of black diamonds. It had been a gift from Terzo, you only hoped it added insult to injury. For shoes you wore simple, black, strappy stilettos. 

“Y-you’re wearing that for h-him?” he stuttered in shock.

You grinned a Cheshire cat smile as you walked over to him. Tilting his head to the side you were on, you leaned down and kissed him. Your hand trailing down his chest, a finger dragging across where his pants started under his cassock. “Oh, caro, this dress isn’t for him. I’m dressing for revenge.” You dragged the hand holding his head across his jawline as you pulled away. “You got a little…” you said quietly as you used your thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth. He could only stare at you as you walked towards the door. His eyes wide and filled with lust. “Meet me back here for lunch,” you said, your tone commanding. You looked over your shoulder with a delightfully sinful grin to see Copia nodding fervently. 

Just before you stepped out to leave, he called out, “Be careful, amore. Per favore.”

“Always am,” you responded as you shut the door. Taking one long, deep breath, you began your trek to the summons.

Dark Lord, give me the strength to mask my emotions, to not let them overpower my actions. Please, give me your strength and guidance to get through this. Nema, you thought to yourself, eyes closed and focused as you stood outside his office and set your intention. You elegantly knocked on the door.

“Entra.”

Let the battle begin. 

He sat with his elbows on his desk, chin perched in his folded hands. You felt him eyeing you as you walked over to the chair across from him, sizing you up. His face dropped slightly, taken aback by your appearance. His lust for you consuming him.

“You did this all for me, sorella? Or would you still prefer I call you tesoro mio?” His voice was sultry, dripping with sweet honey. It made you sick.

“Sorella is fine, Papa. You summoned me, I only thought it best to wear something more formal,” you smiled politely. 

“I always did like the way you think…” he mused under his breath, but still loud enough for you to hear. You ignored the comment. “Do you know why I summoned you, tesorino?” 

Your expression held firm as you kept your air of professionalism intact. “I can only assume it has to do with the incident from mass.”

“Actually, I wanted to discuss your living arrangements. But you see, a very curious thing happened. There were already papers on my desk dealing with just that. Isn't it funny how quickly things can get done when you know the right people, hmm?”

“I see it as a blessing. The Dark Lord works in mysterious ways.”

“That He does, that He does…” his smile showed he was impressed by your response and ability to dodge the question, but his tone suggested he knew the move was calculated. “Well, with that out of the way now, I suppose we have time to talk.” He looked at you through his lashes. He softened, his voice quieter. Was this his way of waving the white flag? You weren’t talking to Papa now, you had Terzo in front of you. The real Terzo. However, you weren’t about to drop your guard so easily.

“What is there to talk about, Papa?”

He shook his head, his expression forlorn. “This isn’t business anymore.” When he looked up at you, he dropped any and every mask he was wearing. Even behind his papal paints, you could see how broken and defeated he actually was. “You left… and then I returned home one day and… every trace of you was gone. Poof. As if you were never there. As if we never happened…” he took a deep breath, it was unsteady. He bit his lip in an effort to control his emotions. You stared numbly at him. “Do you remember the first night I stayed with you? When you were sick?” he whispered.

Of course you remembered. How could you forget? You had a nasty cold. You texted him early that day, telling him you were sick and you’d have to reschedule dinner. He told you to rest and get better and that he would see you soon. You didn’t think ‘soon’ meant him showing up at your door later that evening with two quart containers of minestrone soup (that he made himself from his nonna’s recipe (and with Primo’s guidance)) and a bouquet of flowers.  

“What are we watching, tesoro?” he asked as he settled in behind you, holding you, arm wrapped around your waist. You felt guilty having him there. 

“You really don’t have to stay. I mean I don't want to get you sick and… Really, I’m fine on my own, especially now that I have soup!” 

“Amore. Just because you do well on your own doesn’t mean you have to be on your own, hm? I'm here because I want to be, because la mia ragazza preferita (my favorite girl) is sick. If we fall asleep watching tv, then we sleep! There’s no use arguing with me, you know,” he said as he pulled you closer to him and pressed gentle kisses on your neck. “I'm staying– right– here.” His voice was muffled from barely taking his mouth away from your neck as he punctuated each word with a kiss. The affection made you bubble with laughter.

“I'm glad you’re here,” you said shyly. It was at that moment you knew you had a difficult conversation ahead of you. One that could make or break your relationship with Terzo, but you were falling for him. Hard. Nothing could stop your momentum. He had a reputation and if he loved you like he said he did, he’d commit to you. Wouldn’t he?

He let out a content sigh that pulled you out of your thoughts. He nuzzled into your shoulder. “Sono tua. Tutta tua.” He paused before adding, “Solo tua.” You froze. Did he read your mind? Did he feel the same as you? (I am yours. All yours. Only yours.)

“Solo mia? Davvero?” (Only mine? Really?)

“Sì. Sì,” he murmured affectionately as he placed a kiss on your temple. “There's no one else I want to share my time with. You’re all I think about, all I dream about, amore. You ground me. Make me feel like… I'm not… I’m not as— You make me feel like I'm worth loving. I want… us… I want to be esclusivi with you.” A sudden bashfulness came over him that you had never seen before. He was also so cool and collected, but you could tell just from the sound of his voice and the way he was fidgeting, tapping his fingers on your arm as he spoke that he was nervous.

You rolled over and cupped his face, searching his eyes with nothing but adoration. “Promise me then. Promise me, I’ll be the only one. Promise me, I’ll be your only one.”

“Te lo prometto. I promise you. You have my word, amata.”  

 “If you get sick this is on you. It’s so not my fault,” you jested as you poked his chest. 

His eyes lit up. “Will you take care of me if I do?” 

You swept his bangs away from his eyes. “Certo, amore.” His eyes scanned your face like he was trying to remember every single detail of it. “Okay, then I have no regrets about doing this and accept the consequences,” you added as you grabbed his face and kissed him. He deepened the kiss, turning and pulling you on top of him. You couldn’t help but giggle. This was it. You both were in it for the long haul. There was no going back now. 

You pursed your lips and rolled them together as you tore yourself away from the now painful memory. You couldn’t help but wonder, if that was the long haul then how’d you end up here so soon? 

“I do… but forgive me, what does that have to do with anything?”

He was focused on his hands in front of him as he anxiously tapped his fingers together. “Could you ever look at me again the way you did that night? Could you ever love me again?”

“Do you know how many nights I spent wondering where that Terzo had gone?” you snapped as you countered his amative question with one of your own that had been frozen in ice.

“I have always been here, tesoro,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes again.

“Do you remember what you said to me that night? What you promised me? How you were all mine? Only mine?”

“Sì, ricordo (I remember)…” he muttered. The quietness of the room made your ears ring. With so many conflicting emotions running through your veins, the strongest made your blood begin to simmer.

“Then why? Why wasn’t I ever enough for you?” The questions flew out of your mouth before you could even debate betraying your strictly-business-like demeanor. Your voice tinged with desperation, devastation, and nostalgic longing. You wanted to hate Terzo. You wanted to. Most of the time now you did, but here he was in front of you. You sacrificed so much for him, for your relationship, you set all politics aside. Right now, you merely wanted answers to the thoughts that had kept you lying awake countless nights.  

His breath got caught in his throat. It was as if he physically reacted to your words piercing through his heart. He stared at you, mouth slightly hung open in shock at both your question and the revelation of the consequence of his actions that it brought. Suddenly, he was on his feet, gliding over to you. Your chair had been far enough away from the desk that he was able to kneel in front of you. He placed his gloved hands on your knees. 

Your jaw clenched. You saw right through what he was trying to do. Act as if it was the first time you confronted him. The first time you caught him. 

The memory flooded your senses making you relive the moment when you returned to your apartment and sat at the table, waiting for the door to open. You didn’t even bother to turn on a light. Copia had walked you back after he literally ran into you as you tried to flee from one of your worst nightmares. It had taken you an hour or so to even begin to calm down. The clock neared eleven and he still wasn’t home. 

He expected to find you already asleep, but he saw you waiting for him, still dressed, makeup ruined. The rage and hurt that radiated off you hit him like a brick wall as soon as he walked in and turned on the light. “Amore, what are you–”

“How was your day?” you asked plainly, staring at your hands folded in front of you.

“Lots of meetings,” he let out a tired sigh. 

“Your last one ran really late. Is everything okay?” 

He froze for a split second as he started to take off his gloves. He cleared his throat. “Yes, you know, just lots of red tape to sort through while the Ghost tour is being planned.” His voice became just unsteady enough to let you know he feared this was becoming an interrogation.

You nodded. “Hm, I thought that meeting was scheduled for next week.” For the first time since he returned, you looked over at him. You shrugged nonchalantly, turning away from him to look at your hands again. 

“I-it got moved up suddenly. Mi dispiace, I thought someone had told you…” he muttered, making his way to the bedroom.

“Ah, yes, I’m sure Sister Thérèse just got tied up with someone… I mean something else. I haven’t seen much of her lately, or at all really, though I’m sure you have.” You turned to see him come to a complete standstill the moment your tone darkened. Slowly, he turned to you. He opened his mouth to stutter out something, but your voice was sharp as a sword. “Don’t.”

“I can explain–”

“Oh, I’m sure you can. There just has to be a reasonable explanation as to why you were balls deep inside her in a random office. And I’m sure there’s another for why the door was left ajar. Usually I would have just kept walking, but there was this very distinctive, very familiar voice. ‘È tutto. Ragazza bene. Sì, sei la mia ragazza preferita. È tutto (That’s it. Good girl. Yes, you’re my favorite girl. That’s it),’” you did your best mocking-impression of him you could muster. “I thought ‘Hmm, I’ve heard that somewhere before. There’s no way it could be..’ Well, sure enough, peaking through that crack in the door, there you were! And now… here we are.”  You were so beyond furious that you appeared calm.

He stood there, still frozen, locked in place. You could see the fear in his eyes. If it weren’t the papal paints on his face you could have seen his color fade. When he finally was able to speak, his voice wavered, sounding close to a whimper. “Are… are you going to leave me?”

Your fists clenched and you let out a huff of air. “I’ve thought about it, but given the nature of everything, I just can’t up and leave you.” A silence hung in the air. “How the fuck did it get to this point?” Your voice cracked as you repressed the tears that started to rise to the surface.

He jolted forward, rushing to you, kneeling in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Please, please, amore. I’d– I’ll do anything for you. Amata mia. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace.” Sobs rippled through him as he cried at your feet. All you wanted to do was pull him up by his hair and slap him so hard across the face, it would have woken the whole floor up, then scream at him to stop crying. You knew you couldn’t do that. That wasn’t you. So you sat there, silent and stoic, your whole body tense.

After he calmed himself down slightly, his watery eyes gazed up to your towering form. “You promised me,” you breathed through your teeth out of fear that any extra movement would cause you to break down just as he had. You refused to give him the satisfaction. 

“I know. I know I did. I… I ruined everything.”

“Why, Terzo? Why did you do it?”

“I… Non lo so.” His lips barely moved as he breathed out words you didn’t care to hear.

You slammed your fist on the table, abruptly pushing yourself out of your chair, needing to get away from his touch. “When are you gonna fucking let me in, Terzo? Huh? This whole ‘us’ thing really won’t work if you don’t ever tell me what the fuck is going on!”

“I-I-I don’t know! She was just there! And– and I knew how wrong it was. I know… but I couldn’t stop. I… I was bored and–”

“You… you were… You– You were bored,” you scoffed. “So I bore you enough to go fuck a  wanna be Prime Mover whore?”

His head dropped in his hands. He moved them up through his hair which he gripped so tightly his knuckles turned white and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant,” he groaned.

“Ooh, do enlighten me then!”

“I can’t tell you why I did it, because I don’t know. Veramente (Truly), I don’t know. It’s just– Everything was going so well. Perfect almost. You were taking everything being thrown at you in stride. Your ideas for Ghost, the way you keep me on track, the way you… You were just you. Always there. Always by my side.”

“So you just had to go and fuck it up.”

His shoulders slumped, his jaw clenched. “I don’t deserve you, tesoro. I never did…”

There it was. There was the answer to the multi-million dollar question. You felt your heart shatter as he sat there in his hurt. You scurried over to him, dropping to your knees, holding his face between your hands. With a shake, you forced his dichromatic eyes to find yours. “But you do, Terzo. You do. Satan, I give you everything I have, every day, to show you that.” He turned his head away from you. Your words only made him feel like you were proving his point. “Look at me,” you commanded with another shake. “Before I came here, I didn’t have anything or anyone. I had nothing. When I found you… when you took an interest in me, the kind of person who never had the guts to stand out or be noticed, who didn’t even think they were special enough to catch anyone’s attention, never mind yours… It’s because of you I can even see myself in a different light. Don’t you think someone capable of that deserves someone just as special?”

The kindest words that were ever said to him, the most genuine words, always came from you. He loved you more than anything he could possibly imagine. He knew lately he’d done a piss poor job of proving that to you. He could see the cuts he was inflicting on you. He hated himself for it. He needed you by his side for so many reasons. He needed you to keep him in line. If you ever stopped… If he ever let himself completely lose control… If you ever left him… He couldn’t even imagine the monster he would become.

You didn’t know the depths of the internal battle he was waging on himself, you saw enough of it on his face to know his struggle was heart-wrenching. You loved him. Yes, he royally fucked up, but you still loved him. “We can work through this,” you whispered, moving yourself to intercept his blank stare.

“Will you ever trust me again?”

You winced at the memory. Everytime he came close to regaining your trust, he would do something to break it. Over and over again. 

“It was never you who wasn’t good enough, amata mia. You know that,” he purred as his satin covered hands slid up your thighs, taking your dress with them slowly. He paused as his fingers brushed your garter. He toyed with the Grucifix that dangled from it. That he had given you. He smiled affectionately at it, before his devil may care smirk returned. You wearing that wasn’t an insult to him. It was a sign of subconscious devotion. 

This was the real Terzo. You chastised yourself for falling for it, yet again. Always a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a lesson you just couldn’t seem to learn. “I am the one who was never worthy of you.” His eyes were locked onto your core. He then stood up, parting your legs by wedging himself between them. As he did so, he dragged his dual-toned irises up your body until they locked with yours. His pupils fully blown out, his breathing became heavier. His lust could only be described as animalistic.

Your words formed a lump in your throat, unable to escape.

He towered over you. His hands grazed along the sides of your entire body. He ripped off your wimple. Your face scrunched at his roughness. One hand, then, settled around your neck, squeezing it, as he put his mouth by your ear. “There is so much for you to learn. So much I have to teach you, demonino mio.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, roaring thunderously in your ears. You felt your blood go from a simmer to boiling. “I’m not your little demon,” you growled as you spat in his face. The hand on your throat swiftly moved to your chin, his grip painful enough to fear it might bruise. He forced you to look at him, to look at his knowing smirk. He knew something you were clueless about. 

“Mmm, C’è la mia ragazza (there’s my girl),” he cooed. He kept your face locked in place as he licked your spit off his face, making you watch. Your eyes burned with a ferocity you’ve never felt before. “Satanas, I’ve missed you,” he sighed.

He breathed out a laugh as he unexpectedly dropped to his knees again. Your dress had already moved up so much, nothing was hidden. He pushed your legs open wider as he dove between them, running his nose along your core, inhaling deeply.

“Terzo, stop,” you demanded, trying to squirm your way out of his hold.

“You know you don’t want me to.” He moved up slightly, so his throat was flush against you. When he spoke, it sent undeniably pleasurable shockwaves through you. 

“No. Fucking stop! No!” You tried to leap up and push him away from you, but he was stronger and faster. Easily he took your arms and pinned you to the chair, of which you were barely sitting on the edge of in your struggle. 

His eyes darkened, his head swayed back and forth as he tutted at you. “Sei stata una ragazza molto cattiva (you have been a very bad girl).” Your arms would surely bruise as he put even more of his weight onto them, further constricting his vice grip he had on you. Relentlessly you still tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp. 

Stop fighting, my child… A calming, almost sultry voice, yet somehow also one of safety, rang through your mind.

Terzo pushed his face into the crook of your neck, biting down where it met your shoulder. You cried out as you continued your attempts to writhe away from the monster in front of you. He licked the mark and dragged his tongue all the way up your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot behind your ear. The line between pain and pleasure was beginning to blur. “If you keep trying to fight me, la mia stellina oscura (my little dark star), or you so much as breathe one word of this to a certain Caridnale, he will find himself back in Italia for a very, very long time…” Your body ceased movement. His stronghold on you loosened as he descended once again. “Ora, dimmi, amore, that you don’t want this (Now, tell me, love).”

Give into temptation, my child. The voice rang out again, echoing throughout your mind like a spell to sedate your frayed nerves. You hadn’t the faintest idea why, but this time, you trusted the ethereal voice. You stopped fighting. 

Terzo returned to his spot between your legs, humming appreciatively. “Oh, guarda. I can see how much you already want this. Sporco bugiardo (You dirty liar),” he taunted as he ran his finger along the wet patch that had started to pool in your underwear, your body betraying you. While his thumb ran circles around your clit, your breath hitched involuntarily. Your eyes shut, your head turning away in shame. You couldn’t bear to actually watch this.

He teased you, dragging his finger up and down your lace-covered slit, before covering you with the palm of his hand. Now he moved his whole hand in slow, circular motion. He was satisfied when your wetness had completely soaked through your underwear. Next thing you knew, he tore them off you, tossing them over his shoulder onto the desk behind him. 

His arm wrapped around your thigh, securing it in place. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as you felt his tongue circle your clit. His brows furrowed and he let out a sharp huff when he noticed you weren’t watching him work. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin brutishly again, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. You hated the force he was using. You hated seeing the insatiable hunger in his lustful eyes. You hated him. But that all paled in comparison to how much you hated the part of your desire that got caught in the wildfire of your rage.

Once he felt you understood his wordless message, he let go of your chin. Stubborn as ever, and with admirable restraint, you refused to let out the mewls and moans that perilously needed to, biting your cheek until a metallic taste tickled your tongue. The little control you had snapped like an old rubber band when he inserted the first finger inside you. Your hips bucked, craving more friction. The smoothness of his satin glove drove you as mad as it had countless times before. Your breaths became shallow and rapid as he pushed another finger inside you. Pawing at your sweet spot he knew as well as the back of his own hand, you now writhed from the remorseful pleasure. You didn’t even have time to register the smirk he made just before he snuck in a third finger. 

“Satanas!” you tried to hiss, but it dissolved on your tongue into a moan. Your eyes slammed shut as your head fell back. Then all movement stopped. You dragged your head up to resume the eye contact he demanded. He stayed frozen, the only movement he made was the one eyebrow he raised, his look expectant of you. You scowled, but in a moment of forgotten animosity, you reached to brush away the hair that had sloppily fallen in his face. “P-please, don’t stop. Please. I need–” that was enough for him to resume with furious intensity. 

You found purchase by running your hand through his hair, gripping it so tightly your knuckles went white. As you pushed his head into you, needing even more friction, more pressure, you could feel his fleeting smile before he resumed concentration. “Fuck! T-terz-zo, fuck!” you mewled, the pressure unbearable. You were about to unravel in his hands. “I’m go–” you started to say, but the words died in your mouth just as quickly as he stopped. 

He leered over you. He pulled you up by your wrist and grabbed you by your waist. He held you there for a moment, your body flush against his. “You are mine,” he commanded, his voice gravelly. Suddenly he turned you around, pushing you down, bending you over his desk. Your arms caught you as you fell forward. You could hear him undoing his pants and then felt his hand wipe some of your slick off to rub on his dick. A faint, breathy moan escaped his lips as he lined himself up with you. “You will always– be– mine,” he growled as he thrusted into you, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. You cried out in delirious pleasure that overrode the pain of him emphatically bottoming out inside you each time. “È tutto. Ragazza bene. Sì, sei la mia ragazza preferita. È tutto,” he moaned in your ear, repeating what you had overheard him say the first time you found him with another in this very same position.

You reached for the edge of the desk to try and brace yourself, but he pushed his fingers into your mouth, hooking into your cheek. You could taste yourself on his soaked gloves. His pace faltered just slightly as he reached for your wrist and pulled you against him. You moaned around his hand, eyes rolling back, at the slight change in position. 

Tears leaked from your eyes due to the overstimulation. You were so close, so, so close. You could feel your pending orgasm building, about ready to explode like a dying star. It had never been like this with him before. Not with Terzo, not with anyone. 

Sure, you liked it rough from time to time, but this… this was awakening something else inside you. And it was solely from the sex, it was everything surmounting together: the infidelity, the degradation both public and private, the manipulation… It felt like a caged animal, a beast, which deep down you knew had always lurked inside you just waiting to be set free, waiting for the right time to emerge from your darkest shadows. There was still guilt bubbling up inside you that longed for this to be over, but… you couldn’t deny it, and you would never admit it. This excited you; it terrified you. 

His gruff whisper pulled you back to reality, “Voglio che tu venga per me, amore mio… il mio unico vero amore. Vieni. (I want you to come for me, my love… my only true love. Come.)” 

You felt yourself erupt, crying out with the force of a hundred hell hounds as your walls pulsated around him, as the most sinful pleasure rippled through your entire body. He kept going with his relentless, starved pace. Only when he spilled himself inside you, did he let up and remove his hand from your mouth. Your cheek, sore, as you tried to adjust your jaw back to normal, tonguing where you still felt the impressions of his fingers. 

You stayed there, bent over, laying on the desk. Your bones felt as if they had been liquified. He hummed behind you, pleased with his work. Using the back of his hands, he brushed them up the inside of your legs before wiping both hands along your cunt, gathering whatever excess of fluids his gloves would lap up in one swipe. He removed his gloves, tossing them on the desk beside you. You could hear the soft splat sound they made when they landed near your discarded underwear. His bare hand slapped your ass and you jumped as the sting radiated through you. 

Tucking his dick back in his pants and buttoning them up, you could feel him looming over you. You only dragged yourself up to stand when his statue-like presence caused your skin to crawl. Your eyes turned to slits as you turned to face him.

Hooking his finger under your chin, his thumb cleaned up the corners of your mouth. His other hand wiped away the tears that stained your flushed cheeks. “I think your incident at mass can be overlooked now, sì?” he snickered. 

The attrition from what had just transpired came crashing down on you like a tsunami causing ripple effects of shame and guilt to wash over you. Suddenly, your breathing became heavy. There was a fire inside your chest that blazed hot enough to burn this entire Abbey to the ground in minutes.  

Through temptation has your wrath been spurred. For your sacrifice… you will be… rewarded, that mysterious voice whispered to you again as your body started to shake from the electricity of your fury.

“Ask me again how I could ever love you,” you snarled as you stood up to adjust your dress in a feeble attempt to cover yourself.

“Oh, dolcezza,” his honeyed croon made you want to grab him by the hair and smash his face into the desk behind you. You never knew where these violent thoughts came from, so out of pocket for you. It was gasoline being added to the flames of your wrath. Your hand twitched, almost as if you were about to do it… You were pulled out of your thoughts by his sickly sweet voice. “You have no idea of the power that you possess.” He gently caressed your face, his eyes searching you as if he could see the power he spoke of, as if he was trying to find it. When his knowing smirk shrouded his face again, you had had enough of his bullshit.

You forcefully slapped his hand away from you. You could hear the sting, “Rot in hell, figlio di puttana,” you sneered as you turned to make your exit.

“Only if you’re beside me, amata mia,” he chuckled, rubbing his hand where you hit him, getting too much enjoyment and satisfaction from your reaction. You accepted that you had no idea who the man standing in front of you was or if you ever did and that thought alone only infuriated you even more. He shut up completely when you turned around and glared at him. He could see darkness starting to cloud your eyes. He shook it off, opening his mouth when you only had one more step before you were out of this office. “Oh, amore,” he started, his tone went from casual to sinister, causing you to freeze where you stood. “I mean it, you know, you utter a single syllable of this to Copia, and he’s gone. Sei mio (you are mine).” 

Your boiling blood instantly turned to ice. You turned around painstakingly slow. Your rigid body and movements were enough to send shivers down Terzo’s spine. You couldn’t feel it. You had no idea it was happening. The fury of hell shone through your eyes as Terzo watched them fill with black smoke until your eyes turned to dark voids before him. “And I’ll make you wish that I never was.”

You watched as Terzo went slack jawed and his eyes turned into saucers from shock. The anger you felt, the wrath coursed through you like an electric current, was the only thing you cared about. Although you did revel in the fact that he looked terrified enough to cry, you were too wrapped up in your emotions to care.

“I-is that a th-threat, amore?” he stuttered, failing to keep his composure.

“It’s a fucking promise,” you growled, your voice dropping several octaves, sounding borderline inhuman. Terzo stumbled backwards, his hands reaching out behind him to clutch his desk. All you could see was red. 

You almost ripped the door off its hinges as you stormed out, leaving it open. You were barely aware of where you were storming off to or that there were two Ghouls making their way towards Terzo’s office. In the haze of your rage, you almost missed how they stopped in their tracks and kneeled the second they saw you. When “Your Eminence,” sounded in your mind from two different and distinct voices as you were a few paces in front of them, your gait slowed. Still bending at the knee, they nodded to you as you passed by. Looking down at them, your brow furrowed for a moment, never having seen this kind of behavior from any Ghoul before. You returned their gesture with a curt, singular nod. They got up to resume going to wherever they were headed and you continued on your war path. Behind you, still watching from his office doorway at the end of the hall, Terzo’s jaw was just about on the floor. He scrambled to get to his phone.

Two Sisters of Sin saw you barreling towards them. Quickly, they moved to the side, but when they saw you up close, they both let out a gasp. You shot them a look only causing them to cower. Once you passed them, they ran down the hall as if they were running for their lives. Your brow furrowed again. “What the fuck…?” you muttered to yourself.  

You didn’t have time for this. Terzo said you couldn’t tell Copia about what happened. He never said anything about Sister Imperator. When you reached her office you didn’t even bother to knock, scaring the daylights of her from the sudden burst of noise and movements. Then the color drained from her at the sight of you.

This time, you slammed the door behind you. Sister Imperator backed herself up until she hit the wall. You stood in there for a moment, your breaths coming out in short huffs, almost like pants. Your eyes looked crazed as you widened them. It was like two black holes were staring at Sister Imperator, threatening to destroy anything that got in their way. Chills ran up and down her spine. “Sister, y-your ey– uh…” she sputtered, her breathing becoming shallow. She tried to ignore the tightening feeling in her chest. She swallowed, even though her throat had gone dry. “Sister, w-what happened?”

You charged forward, slamming your hands on her desk, rattling everything on it. She winced and brought her hands up to her chest, clutching her Grucifix rosary beads that hung around her neck. A malevolent sneer etched onto your face. “Terzo happened,” you growled, although this time, it actually sounded like your own voice. 

You pushed off her desk and began pacing, slowly, deliberating, as if you were trying to both calm down and calculate something. When you gathered your thoughts and paused, turning to directly face the panicked clergy member, your words sounded nothing less than a warning. 

“Imperator, I don’t know what game you and Copia and Lucifer knows who else are playing with Terzo… and I don’t exactly know my role in it,” you clenched your jaw, speaking through your teeth, “since no one cares to divulge that information.” You took a deep breath and regained composure as you feigned innocence. “I only care about how it ends. Do you know how it will end, Sister?” Her mouth hung agape. Any sound that tried to escape was nowhere to be found. She could only shake her head in response. You leaned forward onto the desk again, you slowly pulled your chin in, but you kept your gaze locked on hers, your eyes now almost looking up at her. A smile wider than a cheshire cat’s grew on your face. If Sister Imperator didn’t believe in evil, she certainly did now. “It’s going to end with his head on my altar.”

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part iii | part v

[bupia]

night, 7 & 19 with terzo

Going to bed at night: Terzo, Papa Emeritus III.

"Just put your head on my shoulder." "Your voice is so calming."

There's smut under the cut. +18 (breeding) GN!Reader

"Are you close, amore?" He asked, keeping thrusting inside of you.

"Ye-Ah!" you said between gasps and moans, "I'm getting close."

He leaned down and kissed your neck, while he continues thrusting inside of you. "Are you going to cum for me, amore?" He asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Yes! Terz-Oh! Fuck baby, you fuck me so good. Please, don't stop!" You cried out feeling your orgasm building. "Make me cum for you, Ter-" you let out a loud moan, arching your back.

He pulled it out of your tightness, and then he pressed the tip of his length at your entrance. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he leaned over you, kissing your lips softly. His tongue was soft against yours, and you could feel him slowly pushing into you.

You gasped in pleasure as he entered you, and then moaned again aas he began to move inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and your hands went up to his shoulders, pulling him onto you. The kiss became more passionate as you moved together, his length sliding in and out of your tight entrance. Your fingers dug into his back as he picked up the pace, moving faster and harder. You moaned loudly into his mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.

"Terzo-Oh! For the love of Satan-Ah!" you rolled your eyes as his thrusts became rougher. "It's so good, baby, you're so good."

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and you knew that he would be able to tell too.

"Cum for me, amore." He whispered into your ear, thrusting harder and faster.

You could hear the sound of his skin skin slapping against you, and you could feel yourself getting close to the orgasm. You bit your lips as you felt him picking up speed. You cried out as you came hard because of his member, contracting your walls in a tightening twitch around his length.

"Sì! Cara, sì! Come for your Papa, come for me!"

You wanted to make sure he would came inside of you, and not on the sheets or on your belly or thighs. You reached for his ear resting your face close to it, you knew how he loved when you ask him to fill you inside.

"Papa, I want you to cum inside of me," you whispered. "I want you to fill me with your cum, my Papa."

He whined loudly as began to move even faster, pounding you. "Cazzo, cara!" he exclaimed, growling. "You came so good, merda! So tight!" He started to thrust harder, moaning. He held your waist firmly, and he pumped deeper inside of you. "I'm going to fill you, amore- Ah!" He let out a loud groan, and you felt his length throbbing inside of you.

You could feel his warm seed filling you up, and you couldn't help but smile. He collapsed on the top of you and you wrapped him in your arms. You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he nuzzled into you. You could hear him breathing heavily, and it was making you hot again. He pulled out of you, and you looked up at him, feeling his hot seed dripping from inside of you, causing shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but let a low moan come out of your mouth.

"Amore, that was so good," he said, kissing your lips softly. "That was amazing." He said quietly.

"Mmm," you moaned. "I love how you make me feel." You smiled at him.

He rolled off of you, and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He stroked your hair gently, and kissed your forehead.

"Come here, cara," he pulled you closer to him resting your face on his shoulder. "Just put your head on my shoulder, I like to hear your heavy breath after I fucked you good."

"Terzo..."

"You know, I could go for another round." Terzo murmured. "It will be hard to sleep, you know that once we start to fu-"

You interrupted him with a soft kiss on his lips. "Don't you have to wake up early tomorrow, Terzo?"

"What time is it?" he reached for his phone on the bedside table, glancing at the screen. "Merda, I have to wake up early tomorrow. But I want you so much again."

"Terzo!" you chuckled. "As tempting as that sounds, you need your rest."

He let out a soft sigh, leaning in to kiss your lips gently. "You're right," he murmured. "I just can't get enough of you."

You smiled. "And I can't get enough of you either," you whispered in response, your fingers gently caressing his cheek.

He growled, taking a deep breathing right after. "Ok, cara. But keep talking to me, your voice is so calming. It will help me to sleep."

You chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll talk to you," you said in a soothing tone. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Why don't we talk about how much you love your Papa?" he chuckled, closing his eyes.

"Oh! My Papa wants to hear me saying I love him?" you gently caressed his cheek, getting your mouth closer to his ear. "I love you my Papa, I love you a lot. I love you more than you imagine."

"Oh, do you? And what do you love about your Papa?"

You chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter. "Oh, where do I even begin?" you replied, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips. "I love your kind heart. I love how passionate you are about your music and your role as Papa. I love the way you make me feel safe and loved, even in the darkest of times. I love your sense of humor and how you always manage to make me smile, no matter what. I love your gentle touch and the way you hold me in your arms. And most of all, I love the way you look at me, like I'm the most precious thing in the world."

He smiled, his eyes still closed. "You're my everything," he whispered, pulling you closer. "I love you more than words can express."

"I love you too, Terzo," you replied softly.

You continued to speak softly to him, sharing your feelings and thoughts, as he drifted off to sleep, comforted by the sound of your voice and the love in your words.

[deetz-ghuleh]

Terzo Re-Animated

─ Papa Emeritus III Terzo x F! Reader ─

rating: 18+ Explicit | MDNI

word count: 2.5k

summary: After having some trouble reaching your orgasm, you decide to pay your headless Papa a visit.

warnings/tags: necrophilia, decapitation, decapitated head, cunnilingus, masturbation, mention of blood, blood-sucking, blood-drinking, horror elements, death, dead body, feminine reader, reader has a vagina, use of sex toys, nudity, some humor.

a/n: Sorry not sorry! I had to write it! Inspired by my favorite horror film, Re-Animator. If you've seen the movie, you know where this is going. If you haven't, you might just have a wtf-did-I-just-read moment, so please read the trigger warnings/tags.  Also, a quick reminder that I do not condone any actions depicted in this fic, it is written for entertainment purposes only. Enjoy!

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tag list: @ghu-leh @baelzbu @sodoswitchimage @ghuleh-recs @bupia @onlyhereforghost @mae-mei-m

Your orgasm was close. 

So, so close. 

With your mouth open in suspended pleasure, you rub little circles on your clit and push the vibrator inside your pussy in perfect rhythm.  

Almost there…

Almost…

Then it’s gone.

Sigh. 

You stand and rummage around for another vibrator on your nightstand, but it's not the one you prefer, and you're too lazy to leave the comfort of your cozy bedsheets to get a new pair of batteries.

As you flop back on your bed, memories of Terzo flood your mind. He was the one who taught you to indulge in sexual pleasure, always patient and willing to do whatever it took to make you cum multiple times. And his tongue. That fucking tongue would have you sobbing in pleasure, with your neck arched and toes curled. You fondly remember his unmatched iris flickering with passion and intensity at the sight of you. The way you desired each other was addicting, and no one else has made you feel the same since then. 

OK. Maybe that will do it. 

Closing your eyes, you bite your lip and begin rubbing at your clit again, sliding in and out your warmth with your middle finger. You imagine Terzo's cock thrusting into you again and again, the feeling of him filling you so deliciously, his heated kisses, the filthy words he would whisper in your ear.

But it's no use. Nothing is working.

And now the painful remembrance of his death has you wondering why you still hadn't visited him. It's been almost a year.

After his death, they kept his head in one of the Ministry's private galleries. Why they thought that was a good idea was beyond you, but it was one of those senior clergy decisions no one questioned. All you knew was that it made for a lot of improper jokes and unseemly behavior among your group of siblings. Some were too frightened to approach the gallery at all. Believable. A few others said they had sneaked in and played with his poor head like a football. The nerve! Your poor Papa. And others lied and said that he had talked to them. OK, sure, like they wouldn't just flee at the sight of a talking head! Even if it was Terzo. But your curiosity had been piqued nonetheless. You just never had the guts to go in and see it, see him, for yourself.

You don't know if it's your desperate need to cum, nostalgia, or both, but you feel motivated and decide it's time to pay him a long-awaited visit. 

You put on your robe and slippers and cautiously open your bedroom door. You peek outside and make sure no one is around. The halls are dark but dimly illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the large stained-glass windows, safe enough to help you through the shadowed corridors. Right away your senses are keenly attuned. It's dead silent - almost everyone is sleeping by now, save perhaps for some rowdy ghouls. Perfect.

You start walking, steadily at first, but the eeriness of the silent old abbey makes your feet accelerate, propelled forward by panic and anxiety. 

What the fuck is that? No one is following you, dumbass, just keep walking. The Eyeless Woman doesn't exist. Neither does Nihil's father's father's father's zombie.

The creepy tales you've heard since you joined the Ministry years ago had a way of creeping their way back into your mind whenever you were surrounded by darkness or heard some strange creaking sound around the corner. And the thought of seeing a decapitated head wasn't exactly helping your nerves.

You continue through the long hallways, trying your best not to get lost or dragged away by some harrowing creature.

You finally reach the gallery entrance and-

THIS DOOR IS TO BE CLOSED AT ALL TIMES. FOR SENIOR CLERGY ONLY. ENTERING WITHOUT PERMISSION IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. 

Of course, it'd be locked. Something your orgasm-starved brain forgot to tell you.

Fortunately, you brought your cell phone (totally not in case that awful creature managed to capture you). You knew Sister Rosaline had sneaked her way in months ago. 

A quick "Heyy are you up? I came to see Terzo, but it's locked. How did you get in??" text makes its way to her cellphone.

After a few moments of surveying your surroundings, biting your nails, and praying to Lucifer you don't get caught, she replies.

"__________, wtf. You don't usually text this late. You're there??"

"Yes. Please just tell me how you got in. It's so dark and creepy out here!!😭"

"Why didn't you tell me?? I would've gone with you! You can't go in through the front. There's a back entrance (it says "JANITOR CLOSET") and you have to jiggle it a bit, so it opens."

"Ok, I'll give it a try. Thanks, Rosy. 😗"

"Be careful!"

You make your way around the back and jiggle it just like she said. Nothing. 

You try again but with a lot more strength. Bingo. 

Quietly, you walk in and close the door behind you. Your hands wander around for a light switch. You find it and the lights amplify the room. An enormous collection of precious antiques, portraits, and rare books fill the walls and shelves. You take a moment to walk around and admire the grand opulence. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a handful of oil paintings depicting various images of Lucifer's victory over the archangels. Another one with a stunning elaborate frame you recognize as Goya's Witches' Sabbath. Next to that a large-scale canvas of the Emeritus family tree. Everything was so detailed and beautifully haunting. The place was a treasure trove of artifacts you want to spend all day exploring, but you need to focus. You came here for him. 

As you keep walking, you notice several glass coffins below an ornate plaque that reads MEMENTO MORIERIS. You step forward until you see the royal purple underlining peeking through his Papal robes. How did they keep him so perfectly preserved? Some intervention from the Dark One, perhaps. You notice his head is not tucked away or hidden, but placed right next to his corpse. For a dead guy, he still looked so unbelievably regal and beautiful. His makeup is pristine as if someone came every day to have it repainted. 

Before you can even process it, you're reaching inside the coffin for the head. You admire him longingly, a painful tug in your heart reminding you of his untimely death, but a wave of arousal also rushes through you. Such a peculiar feeling - how can both of these emotions coexist? Even in death, he could do this to you. Unreal. 

Delicately, you bring his lips to your crotch, rubbing them against your clit. The "Are you seriously fucking doing this?" thought pokes at your mind, but you ignore it. The cold skin of his face sends shivers down your spine. Not the same, but it'll do. Plus it feels incredible to have him this close to you again. "Terzo, I've missed you so much..." You whisper as you grind your hips into his stiff face.

The slightest flicker of his tongue makes you jump.

What the fuck?!

Panicking, you drop his head, and it rolls away on the marble floor. 

They had told you he was alive, but you honestly thought it was a sick joke. Something to frighten the newcomers, or another story to tell around All Hallow's Eve.

Your eyes widen in shock as you see his head twitch slightly and give out a long crackly, raspy groan. 

"Sorellaaaaaaaaaa….." 

You go to scream, but the shriek gets stuck in your throat. Your breath quickens as you back away towards the wall. Every cell in your body wants to escape, but your legs feel paralyzed. "Pa-Papa?" 

"B-b-loood....." He breathes weakly.

Did he just say blood? While your brain tries to comprehend what is happening, he calls to you again.

"Bloodddddd..."

He's alive. That's his fucking head, and he's alive. 

Your chest feels tight against your spine. Breathe, just fucking breathe. You can't fucking faint in here. 

The hammering of your heart is deafening. Your hands and legs are trembling, but somehow you manage to keep your composure.

OK, he said blood. Is that what he truly wants?

You try to slow down your breathing some more and search around for a way to help him. Maybe there was a vial of blood somewhere you could just throw at him and leave. 

Still terrified, you tiptoe around him, not wanting to get too close. Had he transformed into a grotesque version of himself posthumously? Was he possessed? Would he even remember you? 

There was no blood anywhere that you could see, and this was taking longer than you had anticipated. Fuck your damn horniness. If you get caught, your whole life at the abbey will be ruined. Surely Sister Imperator would love to keep your head in her collection after this.

But despite the danger, you want to stay - you yearn for him, and being in his presence again, even in this unsightly form, was good enough. You might not get another chance.

Looking around the artifacts, a golden-crested knife catches your attention. If there was no other blood around, yours would have to do. You remove it from its display case and, with a bit of courage, swiftly pierce the skin of your thumb with its blade.

Hesitantly, you make your way towards the head. It hadn't moved again, and you wondered if he had gone to sleep. The whole thing was bizarre. You step closer and gently push your blood-stained finger into his mouth. He latches on and startles you, but you keep still. He sucks your essence, savoring the iron flavor, the sweet intoxicating aroma enlivening his senses once again. 

To your surprise, his monochrome eyes instantly fly open to meet yours. They are just as mesmerizing as when you first met but with an unusual intensity. You feel the tension slowly leaving your body as your mind once again engulfs you with memories of your time together. His gaze whips through your heart, and without thinking, you bring his lips to yours. The warmth of your skin warms his cold flesh as he returns the kiss. "Mia bella ragazza (My beautiful girl)." He murmurs, his voice still hoarse, but gradually coming back to its regular timbre.

"I-I can't believe I'm talking to you right now. It's...surreal." You respond, still in a heightened state of befuddlement.

"I've missed you too, amore." He grins, reminding you of the wicked desire that had captured you earlier when you first saw him. 

You avert your gaze in embarrassment. "Sorry, Papa. I didn't mean to, I just-" 

"We can continue, dolcezza," he interrupts. You only gave me a small taste and I want more. Please, bella."

You chuckle, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. "Please tell me this is not some fucked up dream." 

"No. I assure you it's not. I'm still pretty handsome, si?" He winks, and you can picture the arm movements he would have made if he had any. 

You reach down and plant a small kiss on his forehead. "Of course. My Papa is as beautiful as ever." 

"Bene, bene. Good to hear," he smirks as you place him on your lap. "And do you want to see if he can still make you cum with his tongue?" He teases you, a familiar look of seduction in his eyes. 

"Yes." You reply intently, tracing your thumb along his jawline. "But you don't have to if you can't-"

"Lay down and open your legs for me, tesoro. I don't want to rush, but I only have so much energy with a small droplet of your blood."

Your heartbeat quickens as your bare back touches the cold floor. You squeeze your eyes shut, and imagine him completely bare beneath you, all of him, like it used to be.  

A gasp rips from your throat as you feel his eager tongue delve inside your folds. "F-fuck!" You moan. You knew it would be good, but you had not expected it to be exquisite. He had not lost one ounce of skill.

The fiery embers of desire run up your spine, and again you find yourself rutting your hips against his face. You look down to see him expertly licking you, his makeup smeared, and for a brief moment, it feels like you're in some sort of perverted twilight zone. But you'd rather be here than anywhere else.

His tongue dances across your entrance with precise strokes, just how you like it, intensifying the feverish pleasure rippling through your body.

"Fuck, Terzo, ah, yes, please, it feels... so fucking good..." you choke out, the tension spiraling in your core. So quickly he turns you into a babbling mess. He doesn't reply, but you know he heard you when his tongue continues to swirl maddeningly up and down your slit, making your toes curl.

Clutching at the sides of his face, you push him further into your slick cunt, and he flicks at your swollen clit, coaxing another powerful moan from your lips. A red-hot rush of ecstasy makes your skin feel like liquid fire. He sucks on your clit obsessively, circling faster, and then licks back down again. You exhale shakily and clench your thighs together, careful not to hurt him. 

"Papa-I'm cumming-!" you cry out as you feel your walls tightening around his mouth, your pussy twitching and legs tensing as the climax overwhelms your mind. You let go of his head and stay motionless, panting and basking in your post-orgasm bliss.

You don't know how long you had your eyes closed, but you open them to find him lying next to your chest, in a mildly sleepy state.

"Papa?" you ask, nudging him a bit. He tries to talk, but it comes out slurred. You remember what he said about only having a short amount of energy. Caringly you pick him up and make your way back towards the coffin.

You give him a tender kiss before placing him back inside. It feels odd to leave him there after such an intimate moment. You long for the feel of his body pressed against yours, the warm caress of his embrace. You smile thinking of the way he used to cuddle with you afterward.

You throw on your robe and slippers and head for the door. As you leave, three unread text messages from Rosaline appear when you unlock your phone. The halls were still enclosed in a semi-darkness, and your figure glides through the empty abbey like a specter.

Opening the door to your dorm, you exhale a sigh of relief and crawl back into the comfort of your bedsheets. Things could have gone wrong, but you are still in one piece, you saw him, and you undoubtedly had one of the greatest orgasms of your life. Worth it.

You reply to Rosaline to ease her worries and promise her an update tomorrow. Your eyelids are heavy and now all your body wants to do is rest.

Half-awake, you feel a gloved hand brush against your cheek and see Terzo looming on the edge of your bed, his wispy hair swept forward, begging for a kiss. Your eyes fly open, and he vanishes, the pain of his absence forming a knot in your throat. Your heart aches, and you find yourself wishing ghosts were real, if only just for tonight.

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