You, Your Mother, The Cardinal, And The Christmas Lights

Hi hi!!! If requests are open, perhaps some headcanons on Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o? I love all the stuff you have so far 🖤🖤

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o

When you two inevitably get to the sexy things while cuddling on his bed and you suddenly stop him, he's confused.

Did he hurt you? Did he misinterpret your intentions? What's wrong?

But then you look up at him with those big, anxious eyes and tell him that you've never done this before?

His gaze has never been softer than when he assured you it's okay. That he doesn't care and he wants to make love to you because he cherishes you so much.

Will cover your face with kisses, saying some silly shit in Italian. Anything to make you giggle. He absolutely adores your giggles and he will let you know it.

He also wants to ensure your comfort. He doesn't mind waiting if you're not ready.

"You want to cuddle with Papa instead, hm? Want Papa to hold you nice and tight?"

If you say you want to wait, he's cool with it. You're worth waiting for.

If you say you do want to have sex with him, but you're just nervous, he'll understand.

This man is absolutely feral and unhinged, but he's also respectful as hell. You take your time, babes, he'll hold you and talk to you about boundaries before anything happens.

Yes, you get a safeword. You get to decide everything. This is your first time and Terzo will absolutely NOT let it leave a single bad impression on you.

It will probably be a bit goofy, with him saying stupid things to keep you relaxed.

He'll seek your approval with everything he does. Every touch, every kiss, anything you haven't experienced before.

And don't worry about him not getting enough attention.

"Amore, being here with you and guiding you through something so incredible is enough for me. You'll have your time pleasing Papa, but right now this is all about Papa pleasing you."

Terzo is attentive. All the Emeritus brothers are. If he notices discomfort, he stops and gently confronts you.

He wants to know exactly what's wrong to fix the issue if he can.

And just so you know, you don't get to feel guilty about making him stop. If you want to stop, he stops. End of story. If you don't wanna tell him why, it's fine. He won't push.

Anything he does, he does with your permission. He loves you and he won't let you forget that, babes. He doesn't mind if it takes hours to get you comfortable enough to actually do the act.

He's so sweet to you, he holds your hand and assures you everything is alright. He takes his time getting inside you for the first time, holds you tightly and kisses your temple, letting you get used to it. He loves you. He really does. With all his heart. And he wants you to know it.

It's kinda like there's two of him. The wild innuendo making one that's on stage and the sweet, caring one with you right now. Usually it's a mix of both, but right now? You've never seen this man so tender.

It's all about you. Your happiness. Your pleasure. You, you, and only you.

He calls you the sweetest names as you take your time and get used to the weird mix of pain and pleasure. Gives you the sweetest kisses, too.

Honestly he's just so nice, you fall in love with him all over again.

Your first time together will be slow. Sensual. Loving.

You'll feel worshipped by him and you wouldn't be wrong. He subconsciously considers you giving him your virginity the sweetest sacrifice anyone can make.

And he will cherish that night forever. The sounds you made when he touched you. The cute expression after your first orgasm.

He loves it. He loves you. And he'll make sure you feel his love.

The Hunter’s Blood Moon

Prologue

I gripped the very edge of the stage, unable to wipe the beaming grin off my slightly-sweaty face, my chest heaving as the audience and I belted out the lyrics to ‘Cirice.’ Hearing sensitivity be damned, I would have gladly gone deaf if it meant I got the closest spot to the stage—the closest spot to him—as possible. I looked left to right, still no security guards to be seen, and yet nobody took the opportunity to climb onto the stage and join the performance, especially when he, Papa Emeritus III, was the lead vocalist. My heels bounced up and down with each boom of Pebble’s drums, the heavy shredding of Omega and Alpha on their respective guitars—it was still difficult to tell which Ghoul was which without their instruments—but my eyes stayed completely focused on the main lead himself.

I had no idea what the hell happened, but when Papa Emeritus II disappeared from Ghost and Papa III took over, it was like a switch just flipped on inside me. Seeing Secondo in his full Papa regalia? Awesome, and kind of funny considering his resemblance to a certain canine-named American singer; he’s nicknamed Mr. Worldwide for a reason. But seeing Terzo? With his raven-black hair, his classy black coat, and his white button-down? My heart had never fluttered so fast before, I had never squealed so loudly or flapped my hands so hard whenever photos and videos of him cropped up online or on the news, and even though I had wanted to see Ghost live since ninth grade, as soon as I graduated with my two-year film degree and got my first job at a local bookstore, my motivation cranked up to an eleven as soon as I found out that they—he—would play live in my town.

Terzo had just become my newest celebrity crush.

I didn’t give a single shit about any of the concert recordings I’d seen on YouTube anymore, nothing could have compared to hearing him in person. Whenever he held his microphone and sang, from ‘Year Zero’ to ‘Mummy Dust’—especially ‘Mummy Dust’; fuck, I’ll never get his raw sexual energy during that song out of my head—the sheer amount of confidence radiating from him had me falling head-over-heels, my heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out, my cheeks heating up so much to the point where I probably looked like a tomato or a seedless strawberry. And judging by the comments I’d seen other fans post on the Internet, I wasn’t the only one having a reaction like that.

Some very eager fans shoved past me and squealed right in my ear when Terzo swept past his boyfriend Omega, and the reason why clicked in my head as soon as the music drastically stopped, his voice lowered to a near-whisper, and his gorgeous mismatched eyes scanned the entire front row of the crowd. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t stop the short scream that tore from my throat, my right hand among others reaching past the edge of the stage as the audience either screamed for Papa or belted out the important lines for that part of the song.

A lucky fan was about to get Cirice’d.

My heart practically stopped as soon as Terzo’s gaze landed on the rabid fans around me, his lips curling into a devious smirk, making my cheeks burn and sending the women surrounding me into an absolute frenzy. The anxious lump immediately grew in my chest, my knees trembled, and my shyness kicked in as I slowly drew my hand away from the stage. There were already so many hands reaching for him, I didn’t think he would notice one missing. Terzo glanced at each frothing member of his congregation, strolling up and down; I’m pretty sure some ‘Wet Floor’ signs would be put around the place once the area got cleared out, I’d have to keep my eyes on the ground just to be sure I don’t slip and fall and potentially break my neck.

He started to approach a fan to my left…

And stopped.

Right in front of me.

I felt my pulse begin racing throughout my entire body, the flush on my cheeks reaching down to the back of my neck as the audience members next to me kept their hands towards Terzo. He looked down, directly at my withdrawn hand as I held it against my chest.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

He looked back up at me…

…got down on his left knee…

…held out his hand…

…and his smile easily put an angel’s to shame.

Holy fuck.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’M GETTING CIRICE’D!!!

Before I knew it, my fingertips met the soft fabric of Terzo’s gloved palm, and his fingers curled around mine, his thumb brushing the back of my hand as he tugged me closer to him. While my brain short-circuited and the ball of shyness threatened to explode in my chest, my other hand tried and failed to cover up and cool down the blush on my left cheek. My head was on the verge of overheating, but an airiness settled itself along with the heat as I looked up at Terzo. He knelt right in front of me, my hand in his as the Ghouls started playing again, his voice so clear and pretty as he sang the main chorus of the song. The corners of my mouth curled into a timid smile, and I could only look away for a few seconds before my eyes found his again, the anxiety wearing down and changing into a bubbly, giddy sort of shyness with a ton of suppressed excitement just short of bursting. My very first Ghost ritual, and I got to hold hands with Papa Emeritus III.

I couldn’t wait to gush about it to Elijah and Allison.

He pulled me closer, my stomach beginning to press against the edge of the stage, and I was more than certain that he, the Ghouls, and the audience could see the imaginary pink and red cartoon hearts floating around my head and popping like bubbles. Anticipation fluttered in my chest, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better than they were right now, Terzo set his microphone down next to him, his voice still perfectly clear as day, and I felt a legitimate shiver—an actual honest-to-God shiver—run down my spine as he gently tilted my chin up with his other hand, like something straight out of a romance novel. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, and I swear the ground almost disappeared beneath my feet, my breathing grew slightly heavier, and the noisy crowd behind me faded away into simple background noise.

Blood thrummed in my ears. Adrenaline rushed through me. My toes curled inside my shoes, the muscles in my shoulders ached the longer I tensed them, but I stayed rooted to my spot.

“…s… im…!”

What…?

“Ki… im…!”

The hell were they saying?

“Kiss him!!”

Oh.

OH.

Okay, I definitely did not hear that right. There was absolutely no way in hell that the entire audience started chanting “Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!” nonstop, their screams loud enough to make the entire arena tremble. I clutched the fabric of my pants, my knuckles no doubt turning white, the muscles in my fingers twitching with how hard I was straining them. Most of my brain yelled at me not to do it, not to risk getting banned from another Ghost concert for life; so I just stood there, willing my body not to pass out from how close Terzo was, how the fabric of his gloved palms fueled the steaming blush on my cheeks and sent shivers down my back, how his fingers brushed against the…

…the hollow of my…

…my throat…

His eyes…

…his mysterious white eye that gleamed under the harsh stage lights…

…the way his furrowed brows enhanced his gaze to create the most beautiful pair of ‘fuck me’ eyes I’d ever seen…

…the only ones I’d ever…

And then it happened.

It finally happened.

A pair of warm paint-covered lips pressed against mine, stray locks of raven hair traced feather-light touches against my temples. My fingers clutched the left collar of Terzo’s coat as my knees threatened to buckle under my weight. The butterflies immediately erupted from my stomach and spread throughout the rest of my body. I couldn’t tell my own thundering heartbeat from the deafening roar of the crowd while the last few minutes of ‘Cirice’ had now become simple background noise. His fingers gently threaded through my hair, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he tightened his grip on my hand. The steaming rosy blush on my cheeks spread down to my neck, my eyes fluttered to a close, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

It finally happened.

I just had my first kiss.

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My breaths were deep and slow as my eyes fluttered open, the Christmasy smell of fresh pine flowing through my nose as the gentle hum of the A/C met my ears. The thinnest rays of sunlight were just beginning to stream through my window, casting slanted orange-yellow patterns and shapes on the walls; a strand of hair stuck to my left eye, but at least I didn’t get a flash-bang straight to the face. I turned onto my back and sluggishly raised my left hand up, brushing my fingers against my dry and chapped lips. After making a quick mental note to apply lip balm later—Mom would definitely get on my ass about it—I clenched the blanket and threw my head back against the pillow, glaring at the ceiling like it owed me money and was too lazy to pay me back even a dollar. My cheeks puffed out as I added a childish pout to my little staring contest with the drywall or whatever it was above my head. I didn’t have a doubt that grabbing my pillow and punching it would have woken up my parents and my brother in the next room over, so I just sat there and pulled the blanket over my face, a warm flush coloring my cheeks as I willed the bed to swallow me whole and let me wallow in my own disappointment.

I huffed, crossing my arms. I should have known it was too good to be true. Kissing Terzo immediately after getting Cirice’d? I mean, come on. No way. I would give all the money in my bank account for that—consensually, of course, I’m not a total creep—but the chances of a kiss on the lips during that part of the song are practically zero. He probably has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or gender-non-confirming date friend or something; if I were his partner—God, I wish—I’d be pretty pissed if he made out with every fan he Cirice’d. Besides, security would have definitely stopped that from happening.

A girl can dream, though.

Ok but getting overwhelmed and hiding in secondos bed until you calm down,,,, like I just wanna get wrapped up in his blankets and pillows and take a nap

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HEHRHEISOAOXWIWOAPA YEEEEESSSSSS

okay so I’m autistic and getting overwhelmed is somewhat common. So like I’m thinking:

Getting overwhelmed bc of sensory issues or routine changes or whatever and sneaking into Secondo’s room. Putting on an Albert Hitchcock record and burying yourself in his blankets and pillows. You made sure to stop by your room to get a stuffed animal, the small item tucked safely in your arms with papa’s blankets all around.

You raided his closet for a White Sox hoodie that was at least two sizes two big for you. Getting swaddled up in his sheets, your face pressed into a pillow as you slowly drifted off.

You wake up to papa entering his quarters, muttering multiple Italian swear words in rapid succession. You sat up in the bed, his hoodie still swallowing you up, your stuffie clutched in your arms. “Papa?”

Papa jumps damn near out of his skin and then he’s like “awwww is someone sleepy? Napping all by yourself, little one?” And teasing you.

You just glare and whine, not unlike a petulant child. Papa kicks off his shoes, sheds his robes, and then he’s in your blanket nest. He’s got you pressed into his chest, his fingers stroking over your hair, his body heat spreading to you, making you feel so relaxed. Papa coos, gentle and loving, “go back to sleep little one. Papa is here now.”

Some behind the scenes of THAT moment

please, please, please elaborate on Terzo and consensual somnophilia 🥵 how would he go about telling his partner or what if his partner brought it up first? Or any of Terzo’s other bedroom interests- Or, god- anything TERZO, I love him so much thank you for this wonderful blog 🙏🏼❤️

Ghestie are you okay - Jez

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

First of all, I wanna get one thing clear. Terzo is extremely big on consent. And I mean really big.

If he notices you being slightly uncomfortable with any sort of touching, he reacts. If it's his fault, he apologizes and seeks out a different way if touching that you are comfortable with.

If someone else touches you in a way you don't like, he's your #1 defender. Won't hesitate to call that person out. He is capable of getting in a fist fight if needed.

That's how big he is on consent.

With that being said, he adores how cute and innocent you look while sleeping. And his mind can't help but wonder.

He'd never take advantage of you in a situation like this, though. He wouldn't dare.

No, he'd just carefully leave the bed and deal if it in the bathroom. It kinda becomes a regular occurrence until one day you wake up because he didn't realize he left the door slightly ajar, so you can totally hear him doing his thing.

You jokingly asked him what got him hard so early in the morning and this is one of the very few times you've actually seen him embarrassed.

He ends up explaining to you the thoughts that he was having and you honestly found it cute how he held his urges and masturbated just because he loved you too much to touch you when he wasn't sure if you were okay with it. We love a caring king.

So you end up coming up with a solution. You'd leave him a note in the evening that would say if you were okay with him touching you in your sleep.

And he's just... So sweet about it. So gentle.

At first he just limits it to gentle strokes of his fingers and kisses over your body, but as time passed, it wasn't uncommon for him to wake you up with sex, regular or oral.

And even if you never change the note that gives him your consent, he checks it every time.

BECAUSE HE IS A RESPECTFUL KING.

It took me maybe a week or two but I wanted to design Ghoul/Ghoulettes from this current era! Hope you like them all!

don't let ghouls make tour bus playlists, worst mistake of papa's life 😤

there was a whole 30 seconds left on this audio but I don't have what it takes to finish. ah well.

original audio is from this vid

He just showed up out of nowhere. I have no idea how he got in my house, but he was in my kitchen and he ate my entire pack of sliced bread.

- V

Have you tried offering Plushia support in coming out of the closet? - Jez from @emeritus-fuckers

Oh, he came out to me months ago, and as a fellow queer person, I couldn’t be prouder for him! But the problem is that he’s squatting in my bedroom closet and won’t leave, and whenever I’m about to sleep, he peeps out and stares at me for a couple of minutes before popping back inside.

- V

Subtle Pride Flag Masterpost

All my subtle pride flags so far compiled into one post.

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Gay

Bisexual

Pansexual

Transgender

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Aromantic

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Satan’s Toy Box

Hello anon!  Thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy what I came up with!  

~ As the owner of the local sex toy shop you find yourself developing a crush on a Cardinal from the local Satanic church ~

The prompt was: attempting to find out if they are single/available

Cardinal Copia x GN Reader (nsfw, 18+, mdni)

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Today was going to be the day.

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