#terzomega fanfiction

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The Bonds of Sisterhood

TerzOmega ~ Family Fluff ~ Resurrection AU 3.6 Words Ao3 Version

“ 'Are you ready to do it again?' he breathed against Terzo's mouth before kissing him tenderly. Terzo returned the kiss with hesitation, not understanding why his heart was in his throat.

'Mio caro, what are you–' Terzo started before being cut off.

'We’re having another kit.' "

Omega and Terzo are expecting their second child, but there seems to be a strange connection between her and their firstborn. Content Warning: mpreg(cis) ---

Terzo was tired. It had taken nearly an hour and a half of reading and soothing, but Starlight was finally asleep. He wondered what was up with her; she had been so riled up tonight, so hyperactive and excited.

Terzo loved his daughter more than life itself, but he'd been feeling so exhausted these last few weeks… He was in dire need of some rest. Satanas, he was grateful that he had such a good husband, always eager to help. Terzo spied said husband reading on the sofa and flopped down dramatically next to him, earning an amused kiss on the cheek.

“Rough night, huh?” Omega's tone was sympathetic. Terzo nuzzled his face into the crook of Omega's neck, inhaling deeply; mmh, his partner had been smelling really good lately. He wondered what Omega had been doing differently. Terzo reluctantly hummed in the affirmative, not wanting to complain about their only child. “I would've helped, tesoro, but you kept shooing me away,” Omega reminded him, cracking a smile at being able to have an “I told you so” moment. Terzo shoved him playfully, grumbling. 

“It was my turn! I can handle a two year old on my own, thank you very much,” Terzo snarked, furrowing his brow and sticking his tongue out in faux offense; Omega ignored him with a smirk. Terzo took a moment to examine his nails, disappointed in himself for having bitten them down to nubs yet again. He had been doing so well at keeping his nail biting under control since Starlight was born, but these last few weeks had been particularly stressful.  It was a shame, really.

When he looked back up, Omega had a shocked, far-off look in his eyes as he stared into the distance, his ears twitching. 

“Amore?” Terzo prodded his arm, concerned. 

His gaze darted back to Terzo, who watched as a slow, mischievous grin spread across his husband's face. To his confusion, he felt Omega's hand slide its way down his body, coming to rest on his trim stomach. Leaning in close, Omega made as if to steal a kiss, but instead let his lips linger on Terzo's.

“Are you ready to do it again?” he breathed against Terzo's mouth before kissing him tenderly. Terzo returned the kiss with hesitation, not understanding why his heart was in his throat.

“Mio caro, what are you–” Terzo started before being cut off. 

“We’re having another kit.”

—

Terzo huffed as both his husband and their daughter huddled around him on the sofa, ears pressed to his still-flat belly as though doing so could amplify quintessence. Perhaps it could, who was he to say? Feeling overcrowded but full of love and gratitude, he reached out to place a hand on each of their heads, ruffling their matching white hair affectionately. 

Terzo knew their kit could reach out to Omega with its quintessence already; it was how Omega had identified the fact that Terzo was finally carrying their child after so many months of trying. His ghoul had been the first to know both times now. Terzo hoped they'd get the chance to do it again, to make it a tradition.

What Terzo never considered, though, was Starlight being able to sense her sibling's budding quintessence as well. He didn’t know why he hadn’t given it any thought, since he knew she also had inherited her father’s quintessence. The two used it with each other all the time, even before she was born, just like this new baby.  

“Papa, what do you think her name is?” Starlight asked excitedly, sitting up to stretch. Terzo looked surprised. 

“Her?” Terzo asked quizzically. 

“My baby sister!” she said indignantly. Terzo and Omega traded a look. 

“La mia piccola stella, how do you know it's a girl? Papa and Daddy don’t even know that yet. We have to go to the doctor to find out,” Terzo said with confusion. Starlight made a face like Terzo was asking the most obvious question in the world.

“Because she is!” Starlight smacked her forehead dramatically in the way that only a toddler could, earning a chuckle from her Daddy. 

“I guess we'll see if you're right tomorrow, little Star. Maybe you know something we don't.” Omega kissed the top of her head before attacking her with a round of tickles, earning a delighted squeal from the little ghoul. 

The next day, Terzo was glad they had brought Starlight to the appointment. He wouldn't have given up seeing her smug smile when they found out she was right for anything. 

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“I don't think my baby sister wants that, Papa,” Starlight cautioned from her booster seat as Terzo raised his fork to his mouth, the three of them having just sat down for dinner. 

He looked down at his plate: parmesan-crusted chicken, roasted broccoli, potatoes au gratin. Perfectly balanced and wonderfully flavorful, thanks to the efforts of his talented husband. Terzo made a face. He knew what she was playing at. 

“Oh yeah? And what does she want?” Terzo rested his head in his hands, giving his daughter a serious look despite his growing amusement. This wasn't the first time she'd played this game. 

“Chocolate cake!” Her mismatched eyes lit up as she clapped her hands. Terzo hid an adoring smile behind his hand.

“Mmhm, you mean like the chocolate cake Daddy made yesterday?” Starlight nodded enthusiastically. Terzo had a hard time taking the cherubic little face across the table from him seriously when she did this. Every other night, it seemed, they would inevitably be treated to tales of how the baby wanted this sweet or the other. Being the doting fathers they were, they had a hard time telling their firstborn no, and Terzo swore she knew this, even at her tender age.

They told their angel that they would only get chocolate cake if all of them finished their food, and Starlight pouted but cleaned her plate nonetheless. They ate dessert together, Omega jokingly thanking their unborn daughter for the idea. 

Late that night, Terzo had a hard time falling asleep. He was having cravings. BAD cravings. Cravings for that damned chocolate cake. 

He snuck out of bed and into the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone. He greedily devoured the remaining two slices of cake by himself, dreading the embarrassment of having to explain himself to Omega tomorrow. He knew Omega would be positively delighted, which somehow made it worse. 

He chalked the cravings up to the power of suggestion, but finally felt satisfied as he made his way back to bed, placing a hand on his growing bump as he felt a flutter.

—

Terzo was enjoying his bath, the heat of the water relaxing his aching muscles. He sighed. Baths had always been one of his favorite ways to treat himself, but since his oldest had been getting more rambunctious and required more attention, he often opted for taking quick showers instead. He knew Omega could handle her on his own, but secretly he didn’t want to miss out on any of her “terrible twos”, no matter how treacherous they proved to be. He treasured every moment that they got together. 

Terzo was drawn out of his thoughts by a frantic pounding on the door, making him jump.

“Papa! You need to get out of the water, my baby sister is too hot!” Starlight cried, sounding worryingly upset. Terzo’s hands flew to the soft swell of his stomach, mouth agape. He didn’t understand how Starlight even knew he was in the bath. She had already gone to bed for the night, she was supposed to be asleep!

He thought back to the parenting books he and Omega had read when they were expecting Starlight, realizing to his horror that she was right. The temperatures he preferred were much warmer than what he’d let himself use when he was pregnant previously, and were definitely unsafe for a developing kit. He flipped the drain and hurriedly climbed out of the tub, toweling off and donning his plush bathrobe.

When he opened the door, Starlight was still standing there teary-eyed, her bottom lip quivering. Omega was kneeling beside her with a hand on her shoulder. He and Omega locked eyes for a moment, reeling with shock. Terzo drew his daughter into a tight hug, holding her close and rubbing her back. “Thank you, la mia brillante principessa. What would I do without you?” He crouched down to cup her face in his hands, peppering her cheeks with kisses. She still looked worried. “Everyone is ok, my little Star baby. You saved the day!” Terzo promised her, situating her on his hip as he rose to his feet. Together they settled her down into her bed again, tucking her in and sitting with her until she fell asleep. In their own bed, Terzo and Omega faced each other, a weary look on Omega’s face as his hand rested protectively on Terzo’s belly. “I feel so bad about what happened,” Terzo murmured, his face heating up with shame. “Don’t, mio amato. It was an innocent mistake.” Omega cooed, brushing Terzo’s hair out of his eyes. Terzo changed the subject, trying to take his mind off of his feelings of guilt. “Do you… think that Star really can connect with our kit? Sometimes better than you can, even?” Terzo asked sincerely. Omega thought for a moment before nodding. “It’s becoming more frequent, and more accurate. I can’t help but agree that something’s going on.” He pressed his forehead to Terzo’s, letting his eyes fall closed and sighing. Terzo could tell that Omega was breathing in his scent, enjoying his pheromones as he often did. “That’s not a bad thing. Shouldn’t we want our children to be close?” Terzo nodded, nuzzling against Omega’s cheek. “Sì. You’re right. It just freaked me out, in the moment.” Terzo cracked a smile. “She is so smart. Sometimes I cannot believe that we got so lucky.” Omega kissed him softly, his fangs nipping at Terzo’s bottom lip. 

“Every day that we have together is lucky. I’ll never stop being grateful,” Omega said against Terzo’s skin when the kiss broke, his fingers tracing lightly along the scar that spanned Terzo’s neck. “Never.” Terzo hummed in agreement as he finally relaxed from the stress of the last hour. They fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

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“No, that's not quite it either.” The little family had been agonizing as a group over what to name their newest addition for months now, but nothing had seemed to fit. Nothing was good enough.

They were all gathered at the kitchen table, once again going over their ever-growing list. Starlight’s face was a mask of seriousness well beyond her years as she sat perched in her booster seat to Terzo's left. Terzo wanted to smother her chubby cheeks with kisses, but he restrained himself, focusing on the task at hand. 

Omega was seated to Terzo's right, leaning his head on Terzo's shoulder in defeat. They were all ready to call it a night. Terzo felt a sharp kick to the ribs, as if to emphasize the point.

“Alright, my darlings,” Terzo said with a sigh, wrapping an arm around each of them. He tried to keep an enthusiastic tone, if only for Starlight’s sake. “One last run-through of the remaining names here. If we do not like any of them, we shall start over again tomorrow. Okay?” Both of the ghouls nodded, Starlight rubbing at tired eyes. 

“In keeping with the eh… cosmic theme we have going, I present: Celeste, Lyra, Nova, Cassiopeia, Luna, Aurora…” Terzo droned until he was interrupted by a big yawn from Starlight. He kissed the top of her head and kept going, wanting to speed through the list so that they could send her off to bed. It was getting late. 

“Diana, Halley, Estella, Phoebe, Andromeda, Selena, Astra, Jupit–”

“Wait!” Starlight immediately perked up, startling both of her parents. “What was the last one, Papa?!”

“What, Jupiter?” Terzo asked, confused. Sure, it was a pretty name, but it hadn't particularly stood out from the bunch. 

“No! The one before that!” She smacked her hands down on the table, an uncharacteristically aggressive gesture from the normally sweet girl. 

“Astra…?” Terzo asked cautiously, not wanting to rile her up further.

“Yeah!” the toddler exclaimed, patting her Papa on the back. His heart melted at the gesture, putty in her hands as always. “But it's not right. She needs something prettier!” Starlight chewed on her hand absently, appearing to be thinking it over.

“Hmm. You're right, little Star… How do we make that prettier?” Omega smiled at her, although his head was now fully on the table. 

“Astra… Astri… Astro…?” Terzo could see the cogs turning in her brain. “Oh, I know! Astrid!” She paused, closing her eyes and concentrating hard. “Yeah! She likes that one!” She gave them a toothy grin, looking pleased with herself.  

Her fathers looked at each other, taking a long moment to mull it over. Omega was the first to crack, a bright smile slowly dawning over his face like a morning sunrise. Terzo wasn't long to follow, breaking out into barely suppressed peals of laughter. 

“Hey! It's not funny, Papa, don't laugh at m–” was all she managed to get out before Terzo scooped her up in his arms, sitting her on the table in front of them and attacking her with kisses, finishing off his assault with a tickle to her ribs for good measure. Omega caught her before she could fall back onto the table as she screeched. 

“La mia magnifica bambina, it is perfetto!” He kissed her again, squarely between the eyes. Omega sat her in his lap, spoiling her with kisses of his own, not one to be left out. 

“Astrid is perfect, Starlight! You’re such a good big sister,” Omega crowed, echoing his husband as he squeezed her tightly before she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. 

Neither of Starlight's fathers could have, in that moment, articulated exactly what it was that made that name so much better than the others. All they knew was that it felt right. It instantly clicked, they didn't even need to think about it. Her name simply was Astrid.

Everyone went to bed happy that night, Terzo drifting off with his mate's arms wrapped tightly around him, precious baby Astrid beneath their fingertips.

—

Terzo and Starlight were snuggled up together in the recliner, her favorite place to sit with her Papa, rocking gently. The 1998 production of Cats played at low volume, one of his daughter's favorite movies. She sucked her thumb in an effort to keep calm and quiet instead of humming along. Ordinarily she loved to duet with her Papa, but not today, he had told her. She couldn’t remember all of the words, but her fathers applauded her every time. 

They were trying to give Omega some much-needed rest after being called away during the day for most of the last week. Copia had asked him to help train a new ghoul on rhythm guitar, and Terzo had urged him into saying yes, knowing he needed more social interaction. Omega had gotten back early today and had been sleeping soundly in their room for the past hour.

“Papa?” Starlight was trying to keep her voice down, but couldn't hide her curiosity.

“Yes, my dear?” Terzo answered sweetly, always wanting to encourage her to ask questions. 

“How many sisters and brothers am I gonna have after Astrid gets here?” Starlight patted Terzo’s rounded middle for emphasis. Terzo felt his face heat up at being put on the spot about something so serious and personal to all of them.

“Well, ah… That is a complicated question, little Star,” Terzo replied, keeping his tone light. “Papa and Daddy would love to have as many children as fate sees fit to give us. But it is not always that simple.” He paused for a moment. “I… think what is most important is that you know we will be happy no matter how big our family is. If we only ever have you and Astrid, we will be just as happy as if we had ten children running around.

“Hmm…” she didn't seem happy with this answer. “Two sounds boring, though!” Terzo frowned in dismay. 

“Well, why don't you see what your sister thinks we should do? No one has even asked for her opinion yet,” Terzo teased. Starlight didn't seem to catch the mirth in his voice, pressing her ear to her Papa’s belly even though Terzo knew she didn't need to in order to “hear” her sister. She closed her eyes for such a long moment that he wondered if she had fallen asleep, when suddenly she popped back up again. 

“Astrid says that she doesn't care as long as I'm here,” she finally answered with a smile. Terzo wanted in that moment to hold Starlight tightly and never let go, but he maintained his composure. 

“See? Then we will take it one step at a time, no?” 

The little girl seemed content with this answer, relaxing again into Terzo’s side. Her tail swished happily when her Papa scratched between her horns. 

—

It was nearing Astrid’s third hour of shrieking, and Terzo was beginning to feel like crying himself. Their second child was fussier than Starlight had been at her age, but usually not this fussy. 

He and Omega had been trading her back and forth, trying in vain to soothe her. One played with Starlight while the other rocked Astrid, walking her around their quarters and trying everything they could to calm her down. Their poor darling had been screaming until her face was flushed a much darker purple than her usual dusky skin tone, and both of her fathers were growing concerned. 

Starlight stormed out of the room that she shared with her sister, Omega trailing after her. Her hands were over her ears, and she looked irate. Terzo looked at the clock; it was well past Starlight’s nap time. No wonder she was cranky. 

“Papa!” Starlight drew his name out. “Astrid is upset because her new clothes are too itchy, you need to change her!” she pleaded, sounding like she was repeating herself for the hundredth time. Terzo quirked an eyebrow, but after the day they’d all had and after everything he’d seen between the two sisters, he was inclined to believe her. He quickly swapped the offending outfit for something softer, and just like that, she calmed within minutes. They settled her down in the bassinet in her parents’ room, Terzo still too nervous to let her sleep by herself in the crib until she was a little older. As they tucked a very sleepy Star in for her long overdue nap, Terzo couldn’t help but ask the question on the tip of his tongue. 

“Star… How did you know what was wrong with Astrid?” Starlight made a face, as she often did when questioned about this. “I told you, Papa, she told me!” Starlight huffed, beginning to tear up. “Ok, ok. I believe you, la mia gioia. But… if she told you, why didn’t you say something earlier?” Terzo asked gently. Starlight’s eyes grew wide, and Terzo hoped she didn’t think she was in trouble. He ran his fingers through her silky hair to try and reassure her. “I thought Daddy could hear her too,” she mumbled, eyes shifting between Omega and Terzo. She looked confused as Omega hesitantly shook his head. “I guess I’m not as good as you, little Star.” Omega flashed her the brightest smile he could muster before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Get some rest now, we’ll be here when you wake up.” The couple walked into the sitting room hand in hand, collapsing onto the sofa together. Terzo curled up next to Omega, leaning heavily on his beloved ghoul. He rubbed at his temples in an attempt to ward off the headache that was threatening to strike. Omega wrapped an arm around Terzo’s shoulders to pull him close. They sat in silence for a long moment. “I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on that…” Omega said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. Terzo leaned up to kiss his neck. “It’s not your fault, mio caro.” Terzo trailed a line of kisses up to Omega’s jaw. “I do not think we can explain the connection they have. But clearly, it is quite strong.” Omega’s face flushed. “Yeah, but I’m her father. You’d think I’d be better at this.” Omega’s tail was flicking back and forth in agitation; he was mad at himself. Terzo’s heart broke for him. He pulled Omega’s face down to his, taking a kiss. Omega was stiff at first, his jaw clenched, but after a moment he relaxed and kissed back. When they broke apart for air, Terzo began playing with Omega’s horns, fingertips delicately stroking along their length. Omega closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, almost purring. “You are an amazing father. Please don’t forget that.” Terzo gave his husband a soft smile. “Star and Astrid just have a special bond. What was it you asked me before, shouldn’t we want them to be close? It means that we are doing something right. It doesn’t mean they are closer to each other than they are to you, or to me. I promise you, they both love their Daddy, and their Papa.” Omega couldn’t help but grin. Despite the stress of the day, Terzo’s heart felt full to bursting with pride for their girls. For his husband. For their family. 

The pair spooned together on the sofa, Omega letting Terzo take a nap while he kept an ear out for their daughters. He pressed his lips to Terzo’s hair as he drank in his mate’s comforting scent. Terzo dreamt only of the most important people in his world, resting safe and warm in Omega’s arms.

[puuuders]

Worth the Risk - Terzomega Oneshot

Smut. Minors DNI.

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Omega and Terzo have adult fun time for the first time.

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A/N - VERY CLICHE "sneaking into bedroom late at night" type shit but it's fun to write.

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The corridors of the ministry were uncannily silent during these hours of the night, or morning, considering it was in the AM. However, everyone was asleep at 1 AM, apart from Omega who cautiously clung to the dark gray walls as he traveled silently down the hall, his steps wide and quick. He would not have to travel far, as his own dorm was at the end of the Siblings hall, only a corner away from the elevator that led to the next floor where the Emeritus hall was located. Unfortunately, though, his destination was the last room, since his newly obtained partner was the youngest in the family and subsequently had his room created last.

Omega’s anxiety was almost tangible, coursing through his body in the form of quintessence that caused his veins to glow a faint white. It was covered in his nightwear mostly apart from his hands, his neck being too bulky to really show it. The crevasses in his horns emitted a soft, dark purple, the colors spiking as he slowed his pace past Secondo’s room. He was not as nervous about Primo. Primo was just as friendly towards the ghouls as Terzo was, yet it was still not a comforting thought for someone to know about his and Terzo’s secret affair. He debated for hours over the phone with Terzo about whether or not the risk was worth it, eventually caving to the temptation after receiving a suggestive image of Terzo’s neck and bare shoulders that were perfectly illuminated from the orange glow of his bedside lamp.

Omega just about broke into a sprint as he successfully made it past Secondo’s room, raising a shaking hand to knock on Terzo’s door. It would be their first entirely private meeting together, and there was no time for Omeg’s nerves to make him hesitate due to the secrecy of their relationship. They could not be caught by a wandering Sibling or Clergy member at any cost. Just as he knocked, the door squeaked open, and Terzo gently guided Omega in by latching onto his fingers and pulling him inside the room.

The room was very dark in nature. The walls were panted black, the bay window draped over with a lacy purple curtain. Black, purple and gold was the theme, which made perfect sense to Omega considering Terzo’s choice in papal attire. Omega was almost distracted by how beautifully the room was decorated, but snapped out of his admiration when the bed squeaked. He looked down at the shorter man, his heart dropping and face heating up in glowy purple blush as he realized what Terzo was wearing.

Lavender lingerie clung tightly to Terzo’s chest and hips, barely concealing his nipples, his bulge very apparent. He leaned back on his hands, his head cocked to the side as he crossed his legs, which were clothed with tight black stockings and garters strapped to his thighs. If the attire wasn’t enough to make Omega’s knees feel weak, then the slight pudge around the openings of the stockings and the way the garters dug into his delicately smooth thighs absolutely was. This was not visible in Terzo’s teasing photos he had sent his ghoul earlier.

The effect of Terzo’s unexpected choice of clothing made Omega’s knees wobble, and it took a simple snap of Terzo’s fingers and his index pointing downward for Omega to act as if his body was not his own, dropping down to sit on his knees. He moved forward, and gently put his clawed hands on Terzo’s knees, looking up at him, grateful that Terzo decided to take the lead. Terzo hummed in approval and arched his back, legs still crossed, exposing the curve in his lower belly and hips.

Feeling his calves, Omega found even the more muscular portions of Terzo’s body felt as dainty as he imagined those thighs and that abdomen would feel. To test his theory, Omega slid his palms upward, gripping his thighs with light pressure as Terzo uncrossed his legs. He found himself to be correct with a gentle gasp, Omega’s thick fingers dipping the skin around his thumbs, caressing with purpose. They were so silky, so smooth. An addictive feeling, the immediately developed emotional dependency causing him to push himself between his legs, rubbing up to his hips, to his waist, turning his head to leave kitten licks across his inner thigh.

”Cosí gentile, caro… Good ghoul.” Terzo sighed, his fingers now running through Omega’s white hair. Omega’s fingers climbed up to his bralette, slipping under the fabric and gliding over his pink nipples, causing Terzo to twitch and shiver.

Omega lifted upwards, still on his knees. He began kissing up his thighs, approaching dangerously close to his sensitive areas, skipping over it to plant his lips on his stomach. His hands slid to his sides, to his back, and then back to his hips, kneading his fingertips into them and teasingly playing with the thin strings that kept Terzo from being exposed.

Terzo moaned quietly as Omega began to leave small love bites across his stomach, moving his hands down to rub his back. Omega tested the waters, sliding his thumb back and forth between Terzo’s legs, growing closer to what he really wanted. It had grown twice in size since this worship began, growing warmer by the second.

“You want it, do you not?” Terzo whispered, moving his right thigh to encourage Omega more inward. “Do you want it?”

“I want it.” Omega whispered back, harshly, desperately. His fingers glided over the panties, rubbing Terzo’s solid tip with his thumb. Terzo moaned, leaning his head back and lifting his hips, allowing Omega to wiggle the panties down and rest on his thighs.

Omega’s breath lingered on Terzo’s cock as Omega admired it. It kicked, the tip glistening with small beads of precum. Greedily, Omega poked his tongue out and licked it, earning yet another shaky moan from Terzo before a gasp as Omega inserted his cock into his mouth. Terzo’s hands gripped Omega’s hair, his breath hiccuping as Omega bobbed up and down, occasionally pulling up to let his tongue swirl around the tip and drool dripped all the way down to the base. His claws caressed Terzo’s skin, soft as feathers, fragile as can be. Each gentle drag of his claws left faint red marks down his sides and hips, so he switched to his palms, watching from the side at the skin caving under his touch.

Omega could feel Terzo throb in his throat, his hands now gripping his thighs to keep him from squirming too much as his breath picked up and his back arched once more. Terzo scratched at Terzo’s back, leaving red marks of his own, though his blunt nails could never do much damage to the ghoul.

“Oh, cazzo-! Omega!” Terzo gasped, sucking in air through his teeth, his hips bucking. They jolted once more, and Omega listened to his squeaky groan as a thick substance filled his throat, burning up to his mouth and leaving some strings on his tongue for Omega to savor. He pulled off of Terzo slowly, purposefully flicking his tongue off of Terzo’s tip to make him shudder and whine. They both caught their breath before Terzo sighed.

”Good ghoul… Such a good ghoul.” He rubbed Omeg’s horn, leaning over to kiss the tip of each of them. Omega smiled and kissed his way up Terzo’s torso, rubbing his hands up his arms and leaning him back on the bead, hovering over him.

“Ah…” Terso whimpered, his own hand gliding down to touch Omega’s rock hard bulge with a smirk, “you deserve a reward, mio bravo ragazzo.”

“No,” Omega whispered, stopping Terzo’s hand and leaning down, his lips overtop Terzo’s, “maybe another night.”

”Why?” Terzo tried to sit up, concerned, but Omega stayed put, forcing Terzo to keep lying down. Omega pressed a gentle kiss against his soft lips.

”You will need… Preparation.” Omega blushed, unable to stop the smirk as Terzo’s eyes widened. “Next time.”

Terzo nodded, not wanting to pressure the ghoul if he really felt it was not a good idea yet. Though his vagueness intrigued him. He must really be packing something for the horny ghoul to deny him out of mercy. In its place, Omega delivered another gentle kiss, moving to lie down next to Terzo, trailing his kisses across his jaw and cheek before pulling away fully with a smile. Terzo giggled and faced Omega, quickly reaching down to pull his panties up and cover himself in a blanket.

“Are you cold?” Omega asked, his tail wrapping around Terzo’s thigh under the blanket. Terzo nodded and scooted closer.

”Very.”

”Come here, then.” Omega opened his arms and Terzo eagerly took his invitation, lying on Omega’s chest, feeling his strong arms hold him close. Omega purred lowly, and it was as if Omega was Terzo’s personal heater. At least, for tonight.

[lucistarsfire]

Alright.

(Terzomega Angst Fic: Terzo's dead)

Since being resummoned, he'd hoped to all  hell  that Terzo would have returned as well. But that was hardly the case. Days at first, then weeks. Another day came, then passed, and then the night cornered Omega into that place where he always felt so trapped. He felt his breath catch as he neared his room, before he came to a stop.  Why should he go back to his room? What was there for him?  Nothing, of course. So he didn't stay. He strayed from the hallway, moving into another. He wasn't just walking with no destination, he was more than sure of where he  needed  to be tonight. He roamed closer to the large doors of the room, hesitating as he touched the wood of the doorframe. He shivered. Then he felt chills. And then he felt weak.  ....

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[atmosghoul]

Where You Go, I Go

TerzOmega Angst. thats literally it just 2.1k of pure angst.

Rating: T Warnings: major character death, hints towards suicidal ideation

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 Omega woke from his nap with a start. Something was wrong. His chest was pounding, his brow damp with sweat and unable to catch his breath.

 “Papa,” he gasps.         He feels the poison running through Terzo’s veins as he leaps over the couch of the lounge. Narrowly avoiding kicking Aether in the face.

 “Oi! What’s gotten into you?!” Aether yells after the older ghoul.

 Omega ignores him. There’ll be time for apologies later. Right now his papa needs him. His Terzo needs him.

 Think. Think, dammit. He needs to think! Where did Terzo say he would be?

 His pulse is quickening and he knows he’s running out of time. The panic is clouding his mind. He needs to calm down.

 He can’t lose him. He starts running down every hallway screaming Terzo’s name. He doesn't care about the siblings staring at him like he’s lost his mind. He’s about to lose something much more important if he doesn’t find Terzo in time.

 He passes by Sister and Nihil turning from a hallway with storage closets he knows are big enough for clandestine card games. Then it clicks.

 He freezes. His blood turns to ice and everything turns into a blur. He runs to every door banging on the wood so hard it splinters until he comes to one door cracked open. He stumbles inside body moving on its own. Unable to process what he’s seeing. He only barely catches a glimpse of a ghoul slinking away out the window but he’s too shocked to do anything but stare at the three bodies strewn across the floor and table. He sees Terzo face down on the table and hesitantly reaches out a hand gently shaking his Papa’s shoulder.

   “T-Terzo…please,” he says as he watches the lifeless body slump to the side.

 His shaking becomes more insistent as he grabs both of Terzo’s shoulders so he’s sitting up and continues shaking him back and forth.

 “No, no no no NO!” He yells. He leans Terzo back in the chair and gives his cheeks a few slaps desperately yelling in his face to wake the fuck up.

 “Please! I can’t lose you not like this please please wake UP!” He’s sobbing fully now, breaths coming in deep uncontrollable gasps. Tears falling heavy as he holds his Papa close and continues screaming.

 He doesn't know how long he sits there holding Terzo’s limp body but after a while the tears stop coming even though his breath refuses to stay in his lungs.

 Then something flips a switch in his brain.

 The image of Sister Imperator walking away from this very door.

 The ice in his veins turns to magma as shock gives way to rage. The smile he saw on Sister Imperator’s face was too knowing, too cunning. The old man couldn’t have been a part of this. Nihil was far too oblivious and self absorbed to be concerned with the fate of his sons.

 Sister would pay for what she had taken from Omega.

     --------------------------------------ONE WEEK LATER-------------------------------------

     “IMPERATOR!” Omega roars as he walks towards her office busting through the double doors as a handful of siblings of sin attempt to reign him in unsuccessfully.

 She keeps her composure as she watches the unglamoured ghoul stride into her office with a determination she can only liken to her own purposeful stride.

 “Ah, Omega. What can I help you with?” she smiles.                  He stomps over to her desk and slams his hands down sending stray papers flying. Imperator doesn't flinch but Omega doesn't miss the way her eye twitches ever so slightly at the sudden loud noise.

 “I know what you did. I just want to know why?”

 “Oh I'm sure I don't know what you mean,” she says, folding her hands under her chin. The image makes Omega sick.

 The two are stuck in a stare down, each one willing the other to break first. Omega feels the fire within his infernal core reach a peak and then wills it to simmer down.

 He sighs clutching his fists at his sides.

 “Bring him back,” he says barely above a whisper. Hoping to Satan that Imperator doesn't catch the quivering in his voice            

 Sister Imperator stands from her desk and beckons one of her personal ghouls to her side. They hand her a glass of water and stand obediently by her side.

 “Thank you, Special. Now, Omega. I know we are all deeply saddened by the loss of all three of our beloved previous Papas. But we are ushering in a new age of The Ghost Pro-”

 Omega isn't listening to a single word she’s saying. All he’s focussed on is the ghoul in front of him. Something about them seems familiar and Omega bristles when he recognises this ghoul as the one he saw jumping out of the window as he entered the room and all judgement goes out the window.

 His claws come out and he sees red. He grabs the other ghoul by the neck digging his claws in enough to draw blood. Special is grasping at Omega’s arm but is unable to do anything against the larger ghoul. Special’s back hits a wall and Omega keeps pushing on his throat, lifting him off his feet to meet his own eye level.

 “You did this! How COULD YOU?? We ALL served them! Took an OATH TO PROTECT THEM! YOU BROKE THAT OATH!”

 Special is still struggling but only barely hanging on. Omega looks into Special’s eyes and sees Terzo’s lifeless body next to his brothers. He feels the tears come back and his grip loosens slightly. The smaller ghoul drops to their feet and gasps for air sputtering and coughing as they go to move. Omega catches one of their horns in his hand before they can escape, kneeling down in front of them. He stares into their eyes a moment relishing a bit in the fear he finds there before roughly ripping the mask off of them. Their face shows real fear. Good, omega thinks to himself.

 “You are not fit to wear this mask,” He says, discarding the mask to the floor.

 “Get out of my sight before I send you back to the pit.”                  Special looks at Sister Imperator and she nods her permission for them to leave.

 They scramble away and Omega stands, crushing their mask under his boot clad foot.

 “Are you quite finished?” Imperator’s shrill voice rings from behind him. Not a single ounce of fear in her words.

 “Did you get it all out of your system?”

 Omega turns to stare daggers at her, his chest heaving with anger still.

 “I swe-”

 “Good, good,” she interrupts him, walking over to place a hand on his shoulder. A gesture that would normally be a comfort, were it coming from anyone but her.          He flinches as soon as her hand lands on him. An involuntary reaction he silently curses himself for as he stares at the offending hand.

 “Now, listen very carefully, my dear,” her words are venom in his ears and in that moment he wishes it was the kind of venom that would take him away and end this suffering.

 “You and the rest of the ghouls are to be in the chapel at midnight tonight for a special ceremony. No excuses.”

 Omega hung his head and stared at the hardwood floor they stood on.          “Understood?” she says through a smile that looks like it was ripped from a mannequin and plastered onto her. He feels her fingers digging into his shoulder. A show of power that they both know holds no physical pain, but her commandeering nature is enough to make even him yield, though no one but Imperator knows why.

 “Yes. Sister,” Omega growls out through gritted teeth.

 He rips his shoulder out of her grip and stalks out of her office. He knows what the “special ceremony” is to be. A ceremony of death. But not for the Papas. Imperators words were coming back to him. In his blind rage he didn't catch them.

 “A new age for The Ghost Project”

 “Out with the Old in with the New”

 “Retire the previous members of the project”

 The ghouls who had been in the Ghost Project before the current lineup would be “retired” - in other words sent back to the pit - to make room for the new ones who had been summoned.

 He thought about convincing the other ghouls to just steal away with him into the night to run away and never look back. But if he and the other ghouls did not attend, they would most certainly be killed anyway.

 He spent the next few hours trying to think of a plan. How to stop the ceremony, how to disrupt it.

 He came up with nothing.

 He had a decision to make and it came time to tell the rest of the ghouls that they were expected.

 Would he warn them?

 Send them to their doom knowing where they were headed?

 He came into the lounge and found Zephyr, Cow and Alpha laughing and playing a game - he thought it looked like hangman - and leaned against the door frame taking in the scene. Zephyr was in the recliner, leaned back with his knees wrapped in heating pads and propped up on pillows - he must have been having a flare up, poor guy. Hopefully whatever Imperator had planned wouldn't involve too much kneeling.

 Cow and Alpha were arguing about the spelling of whatever word was being played.

 “No hold on! HOLD ON!!”

 “NO I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU THAT'S NOT HOW ITS SPELLED!”

         “YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG?”

 Cow smacks Alpha on the back of his head and Alpha quickly grabs Cow by the back of the neck rendering him almost frozen.

 Omega chuckles causing the three ghouls to look in his direction.

 “Omega! There you are!” Cow says, his body limp in Alpha’s grasp.          “Yea sorry to have disappeared. I had to speak with Sister Imperator about something,” he says, still standing in the doorway.

 “You wanna play with us? We can play whatever you like?” Alpha letting go of Cow and gesturing to a spot next to him on the couch.

 “Thanks, but I've still got some things to take care of around the abbey. I just came by to tell you that Sister Imperator expects us in the chapel at midnight for some Special Ceremony and she said not to be late.”

 Zephyr pointed to Cow accusingly.  

 “That means you, bellboy,” He said with a chuckle.

 “It's not MY fault I need maximum allotment of sleep!” Cow says standing on the couch.          Alpha pulls him back down by the back of his shirt. “Sit down, milky white.”          “Into the woods reference! Nice!” Zephyr chimes in.            

 “Aaanyway,” Alpha says, cutting off the other two. “Midnight tonight. Chapel. Do we need to tell the others?” Alpha confirms with Omega.          “No, I’ll handle telling the others. Not everyone is needed, just us and a few others who aren’t active band members anymore,” He looks at Alpha and hopes his face conveys that something is wrong. He didn't want to know if Alpha understood or not but he needed his best friend to get through this.

 “And remember, don't be late. Sister said that there would be consequences if we’re late.”

 He says as he walks away.  

 At least he would get his wish. His own suffering would end. He just wishes it didnt mean the end of the others’ lives as well.

    -------------------------------SOME YEARS IN THE FUTURE-----------------------------

 The first thing Terzo does when he realises he’s fully resurrected and not just a spectre, is to look for his ghouls. Or rather, his Ghoul. Omega.

 “Fratellino, what became of my ghouls? Alpha, Zephyr, Om-” Copia’s hand lands softly on Terzo’s shoulder, cutting his question short. His face displayed what Terzo feared, but ultimately knew to be true - they were gone.            

 “Mi dispiace, Terzo. Sister…she had them sent back to the pit.”

 Terzo’s vision becomes blurred and his eyes sting with the angry tears  threatening to spill over.

 “Omega?” he mutters through barely withheld gasps.

 Copia only nods, his face sympathetic.

 Terzo’s mind races, his heart pounding with a thousand different emotions ranging from sadness and loss to anger and fury. His vision starts to go dark and his limbs go numb.

 Copia catches Terzo in his arms and kneels down with him. Simply holding his brother not knowing what else to do in this moment, he just holds him close as he sobs.

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Sunrise — Terzomega

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“Are you awake?”

Omega stirred at the words. “Mhm.”

Terzo opened his eyes to the dark room, seeing only dusky purple skin. “Sorry to wake you.”

“‘S okay. Can’t sleep?”

“I could not get back to it.”

“Mm. What time is it?”

“I think it is five.”

“Mm.”

A lull hung in the air like mist.

“I wish there were windows in here.”

Omega sighed, peeked his eyes open and pulled Terzo closer. He nestled comfortably against him.

“Why is that, tersoro?”

“We could watch the sunrise together.”

“Why would we wake up that early?”

“It is that early now, stella.”

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“No, amore,” Terzo shifted, moving off his chest, turning to lay on top of him. “Stay in this moment with me…”

“‘M tired.”

Terzo pressed his forehead against Omega’s.

“A little longer, stella. Please.”

Omega sighed slowly, letting his chest deflate with Terzo’s weight.

“A window,” he murmured.

Terzo smiled. “Si.”

“Let’s take a trip to Italy,” Omega suggested sleepily, “and get a room with windows.”

“Ah, amore, si. One on the coast by the ocean. With a balcony.”

“‘Nd we can sleep on the balcony.”

“We can watch the sun rise,” Terzo playfully corrected. “We will be awake, standing at the railing. You can hold my waist while we drink espresso. The moment will fill our hearts.”

“Then we sleep.”

Terzo giggled. “Then we sleep.”

“Let’s do it tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”

“Okay…”

Omega took Terzo in his arms and turned him on his side, his arms enveloping him.

“Goodnight, tersoro.”

“Goodnight, stella.”

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The Gift of Empathy, Terzo/Omega, Explicit

The Gift of Empathy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Terzo

Contains: Trans!Terzo strapping it on and blowing Omega's mind, turnabout being fair play, a little help from our old friend quintessence because why the hell not, overstimulation also because why the hell not. For @excentricanthropologist

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“Of course you would,” he says easily, and the sounds of metal rings reach his ear while Terzo adjusts the harness. “And you’d put on a show, wouldn’t you? You like eyes on you just as much. No need to play coy with me.”

“Yes, Papa,” he answers. Out of habit. He’s sure the statement required no response. Terzo seems not to notice his words. Nervous, anticipatory energy sees his tail uncurl around Terzo’s forearm to flop against the bed.

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Shooting His Shot

Terzo x Omega ~ This takes place in the Butt Sparkle Verse along with Copia on ICE! It's the Winter Olympics and Omega gets distracted hearing his favorite ABBA song playing nearby...

This was directly inspired by this amazing work by @ghuleh-recs!

Warnings: everyone is younger than canon in this verse, love struck Omega, grumpy older brother Secondo and a Terzo that knows exactly what (and who) he wants, nsfw due to a brief daydream by Omega, 870 words

It was the ABBA blaring over the speakers that got his attention. 

There’s probably a joke there about ABBA and being Swedish but whatever.  Omega’s heard them all.  It helped that “Voulez-Vous” was his favorite song.  Well technically his mom’s favorite song but after hearing it so many times as a kid growing up it had wormed its way into his heart.  He always thought of dancing around the kitchen with her whenever he heard it.  So initially he was just curious why it was being played, although he wasn’t surprised to see it was due to a figure skater. 

He was surprised by the skull paint though.  

Of course that was only the first thing that caught his eye.  His outfit was next, an elaborate costume that was sheer enough to see nipples and dark hair.  It had to be borderline regulation and knowing how the officials at the Olympics could be he bet they still bitched about it.  The man’s entire body seemed to sparkle as he sped around the rink.  Countless spins and jumps being executed at a speed that made even Omega tired.  

“Can I help you?”

All the blood in Omega’s body froze at the sound of the voice at his back.  Omega would know that voice anywhere.  Deep and accented, he had heard it many times in his life and each time it always managed to strike a note of fear into him.  You couldn't be a hockey player anywhere without knowing who that voice belonged to. Slowly, like he was a creature trying not to upset a predator, he turned around to face another man in skull paint.

“Secondo.  Hey.”

Jesus, great first impression.  Secondo raised an eyebrow and impatiently crossed his arms.

“I’m waiting.”

“Uh, I don’t need any help.”  He winced at the raised eyebrow that got.  “Was just watching.”

“Watching my brother.”

“Yeah.  I like this song.”  Of course that was when the song stopped and Omega turned to see the man out on the ice striking a pose and breathing heavily. 

“Well the song is done so it’s time to go.”

Omega sighed, dragging his eyes from the ice right as the man relaxed and looked his way.  He took a few steps towards Secondo before stopping and taking a quick breath. 

“It’s Terzo right?  Your brother.”

“Sì!”  Omega turned back towards the rink and was immediately met with a shining set of eyes, one green and one as white as the ice he was standing on.  “It’s Terzo.  And what’s your name, bello?”

“He’s leaving, it doesn’t matter.”  Secondo brushed past him as he addressed his younger brother.  “Get dressed so we can meet Copia and Primo.”

“It’s Omega.”  Fuck it, he wouldn’t be a good hockey player if he didn’t know when to shoot his shot.  “Nice to meet you.”

He chose to focus on Terzo’s amazing smile rather than Secondo’s glare.  

“Omega.”  Terzo dragged out the ‘a’ sound far longer than necessary.  He had a brief vision in his head of Terzo also doing that while Omega pounded into him and holy fuck he was in so much trouble.  “Judging by my fratello’s hostility I’m assuming you play hockey, sì?”

“Yep.”  He dared to walk closer to the ice, really not sure where all this bravery was coming from but also knowing it had everything to do with how Terzo was looking at him.  “Sweden.”

“Ah, well that’s a pity.”  Terzo set his elbows on the short wall around the rink and rested his chin in his hands.  “Here I was hoping you were Italian and I’d see you more.”

“You can see me whenever you like.”  He hazarded a glance at Secondo and immediately regretted it.  The glare enough to tamp down the brief moment of suave bravery he was feeling.  “I mean, if you want?”

“Oh I definitely want, in fact why don’t we do lun—“

A burst of Italian from Secondo had Omega flinching and Terzo glaring at his brother.  He straightened up from his lean and spat something back at him.  The two went back and forth for a moment before Secondo threw his hands up in the air with an irritated shout.  He directed one last glare Omega’s way before storming off.  

“He ok?” 

“Sì, he’s just tense.  Lots of pressure.  You know how it is.” 

Omega nodded because he did know how it was.  And with this being the Winter Olympics all that pressure was amplified exponentially.  He had no doubt there would be an even larger target on his back if Sweden and Italy met on the ice this year.  But with Secondo gone he felt the spark of bravery returning and knew this was as good a chance as he’d get.  

“So.  Lunch?”  

Terzo smirked and started skating backwards along the wall.  Omega followed him like a duckling, watching as his muscles moved under his costume.  

“Lunch to start with.”  Terzo exited the rink, grabbing his blade covers and easily slipping them on.  “I’m sure we can find something to do after.”  

Omega grinned, ducking his head for a moment to hide his blush.  When he looked up Terzo had moved closer and Omega was definitely in trouble here.  Talk about love at first sight.  

Although the ABBA definitely helped too.

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The Way We Fit

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut 4k words Yes, Omega is much larger than Terzo, with fangs and claws, but Terzo won't let that get in the way of their love. (Size difference k!nk) Based on the character depictions of Terzo and Omega that have been lovingly crafted by @kabukiaku , thank you so much for continuing to allow me to write stories based on your characters, and for giving me guidance and insight along the way! They truly are so special to me, and writing them is always such a fun process!

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Terzo checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been fifteen minutes since Omega had last responded, and Terzo was getting a little antsy. He had been torturing Omega all day, sending him texts and photos that were at first just suggestive, but eventually became explicit as his excitement grew.

Omega's replies were shy, at first, but slowly got bolder, trying to match Terzo's energy. He was considering sending Omega an even racier photo in the hopes of speeding his arrival along, when he finally heard a key in the door to his chambers. Terzo’s expression twisted into a devilish grin. Today had been a long day; he had been waiting very patiently for Omega to come home. He was in the mood, and he knew just the ghoul for the job.

Terzo arranged himself just so on the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs bent at the knee in front of him. He was wearing nothing but sheer black thigh-high stockings and a pair of black lace panties, which he was already straining against. By the time Omega walked into the bedroom, wild eyes widening even further upon seeing Terzo laid out so pretty for him, Terzo felt like his body was on fire. He was itching to be touched.

Terzo didn’t know what had come over him today, but since they woke up that morning, he had felt an insatiable NEED gnawing at him, threatening to eat him alive.

He had wanted to try and satisfy his need that morning, but they had been up all night fooling around the previous night; by the time they finally woke up, Omega had to leave for his ministry obligations, leaving Terzo all alone in his chambers on his day off. He had wanted to drag Omega back to bed, to beg him to stay, but he knew Omega would've done it, for him, and gotten in trouble. He had spent the whole day unable to think about anything other than Omega, and so, feverishly, he decided to make it both of their problem. If he couldn’t have his ghoul now, he would make sure that Omega would be prepared for him later.

Evidently his plan had worked, if the visible bulge in Omega’s pants was to be believed; Terzo’s grin widened.

“Terzo…” Omega croaked out, towering over him, a hand twitching at his side.

“You’re finally home, my darling,” Terzo purred sweetly. He spread his legs, beckoning Omega forward with a curl of his finger. “Come here, big boy.”

Omega practically ripped his mask off in his haste, letting it fall to the floor. Terzo’s heart skipped a beat at the expression on his face, all hunger and yet still full of such tenderness. Sweat had already begun to bead on his brow. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were scanning up and down Terzo’s body, drinking him in.

He approached Terzo slowly, almost reverent as he crouched down on the bed by Terzo’s feet. He moved to kiss Terzo’s calve before looking up at him, eyes questioning. Terzo’s smile softened as he nodded, reaching down to ruffle Omega's soft white hair affectionately.

Omega took one leg in his large hand, stroking up the back of it. He kissed his way from ankle to inner thigh, repeating the process with the other leg. His breath was hot and heavy on Terzo's skin, and Terzo began to squirm loosely in Omega's hold as lips and tongue tickled closer to where he wanted them. By the time Omega's mouth finally pressed a lingering kiss to his bulge, Terzo had begun to sweat as well, electricity coursing through his veins. Terzo grabbed Omega gently under the chin, tilting his face up to make eye contact.

“I want you inside me tonight, amore,” Terzo breathed, wanting to cut right to the chase and make his intentions known. Omega blinked, eyes growing impossibly wider.

“Are you sure, mia luce?” Omega stammered, his grey skin flushing darker. Omega shifted his weight on the bed, rubbing his legs together subtly. It was true that it wasn't their most common bedroom activity; due to their size difference, it was quite taxing on Terzo to have full penetrative sex with Omega. Tonight, though, Terzo was craving Omega as though his life depended on the press of their bodies together.

“Sì. I need you,” Terzo responded as though he’d never been more sure of anything, eyes lidded heavily. He ran a thumb over Omega’s bottom lip, tugging it down gently. Omega swallowed hard before grabbing Terzo’s hand in his own, turning his face into it and kissing Terzo’s palm. Omega staggered to his feet, going to fish a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. He began to fumble with the lid of the bottle, seemingly forgetting about both of their clothes still being in the way in his haste. Terzo chuckled.

“My my, amore, so impatient,” Terzo tutted, as though he had any room to talk. Omega looked dumbfounded before realizing what he was doing. He hastily set the bottle on the bed, then made as though he were going to remove Terzo’s panties, but Terzo stopped him gently, catching his hand.

“Strip for me?” Terzo asked, voice saccharine as he batted his eyelashes. “Slowly,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

Omega eagerly complied, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands. Despite his eagerness, he did his best to take his time for Terzo. As he peeled back his layers, Terzo could see that his poor ghoul’s flush continued from the tips of his ears all the way down to his broad, muscled chest. Terzo nearly drooled at the sight of so much bare skin. After he had discarded his belt, Omega hesitated for the briefest of moments before beginning on his trousers. As he finally freed himself from his underwear, he glanced up at Terzo expectantly. It was Terzo’s turn to rub his thighs together. He inhaled loudly as he bit his lip, staring with open want.

“Mm, my beautiful ghoul is such a big boy,” Terzo crowed, wanting to shower Omega with praise. Omega looked chuffed, preening a little. “Sì. So beautiful… I want to taste.” Terzo’s tongue came out to lick its way up two of his own fingers, putting them fully in his mouth before slowly drawing them out through pursed lips, working to maintain eye contact. Omega’s cock jumped.

“Come play with me.” Terzo’s voice was syrupy, and all the invitation Omega needed to pounce. Omega crossed the room to Terzo before he could blink, and then he was upon him, kneeling again on the bed and pulling urgently at Terzo’s panties. This time Terzo didn’t slow him, wanting to be freed from the suffocating fabric to feel his lover’s touch. Terzo kicked the panties haphazardly across the room once Omega had gotten them down his legs. Omega grabbed him then, touch impatient. Terzo groaned, throwing his head back. He had been craving this all day, but at the rate at which Omega was moving in his enthusiasm, Terzo was worried about their night being cut unceremoniously short.

“S-stop, amore,” Terzo cautioned as Omega was mid-stroke, trying to catch his breath. “You are getting me too riled up,” he quickly added as he felt Omega freeze in an instant. Terzo scratched between Omega’s horns, feeling guilty for worrying him. Omega instantly melted, turning to putty in his hands. He rested his head on Terzo’s hip as he waited for direction, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration. His ragged breath was hot on Terzo’s skin. Terzo tugged gently at Omega’s hair, pulling him up to his face.

“Kiss me,” Terzo whispered. At once Omega’s mouth was on his, hungry and invading in a way that was incredibly welcome. He bit Omega’s lower lip gently, pulling it into his mouth, and Omega moaned. Terzo’s hands floated up to cradle Omega’s face, the pads of his thumbs running along his cheekbones. Throbbing turned to a persistent ache as their tongues danced together, and Terzo didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. Spreading his legs wider, Terzo coaxed Omega into making his way between his thighs. Omega followed his lead, breaking away from the kiss with a soft sound as he got himself into position.

“I need you, Omega,” Terzo reminded him softly, taking Omega in hand and stroking him delicately. Shuddering at his touch, Omega nuzzled the side of Terzo’s face. Terzo searched for where Omega had set the bottle of lube down on the bed before his striptease, wriggling in Omega’s hold to reach it. When he finally got it, he flicked open the cap, slicking the fingers of one hand with a generous amount. He handed the bottle to Omega.

Omega rocked back on his heels, giving both of them space to prepare. Terzo hissed as he slipped a finger into himself, slowly thrusting in and out. When he was comfortable, he added a second, and then, since Omega was so big, a third. Omega slicked his cock as he watched, enraptured, precum beading at his tip. Terzo curled his fingers, massaging, milking himself, enjoying the way Omega’s eyes watched hungrily as precum pooled on Terzo's stomach. Terzo groaned self-indulgently. He was as prepared for Omega's massive size as he could be. At this point, Terzo was just having fun with him.

Terzo withdrew his fingers from himself and beckoned Omega forward. Omega drew closer, reaching behind them to grab a pillow and propping Terzo’s hips up for easier access. Omega caressed Terzo's chest, then stomach.

“Are you ready?” Omega asked in a hushed voice.

“I am,” Terzo replied confidently, sure in his desires.

Terzo thought back to the first time they had done this, the first time that Omega had been inside of him. Omega had been sweating before they even started, trembling with nerves, so worried that he was going to hurt him despite Terzo’s endless reassurances. When he realized how afraid Omega truly was, Terzo had stopped them, cradling his ghoul’s head in his lap and soothing him until he steadied. They had a long talk, then, about boundaries, and how they didn't have to do anything that Omega didn’t want to. About how size wasn’t a factor that Terzo cared about, and how he never wanted it to be something that came between them.

Yes, Omega was twice his size, with beautiful fangs and claws, and in many ways, it was true that their bodies didn’t quite fit together. But they loved each other, and Terzo wouldn't let anything get in the way of expressing that love. Terzo even found those differences quite enticing, something that he had no problem admitting to Omega. When Omega had finally pushed inside of him that night, when they had finally united, it was all either of them could do not to finish far too early.

Terzo closed his eyes for just a moment, grounding himself in the present before he could get lost in sweet nostalgia. Omega moved closer, lining himself up with Terzo’s entrance, too focused on his task to notice that Terzo's mind had been elsewhere. He looked to Terzo for the go-ahead, face flushed, not quite meeting his eyes. Terzo smiled warmly at him, his own face surely a deep shade of pink by now. When Omega gingerly worked his tip inside, Terzo’s eyes rolled back, hissing before letting out a long, low moan as he was stretched. He had been aching for this all day.

“Yes! Oh, you feel so good, amore,” Terzo gasped, desperately aroused, biting his lip and letting his hands float up above him on the bed. Omega slowly pushed inside with a grunt, a look of concentration on his face as he gradually inserted as much of his shaft as he felt comfortable with. He rested, allowing Terzo a moment to adjust to his considerable girth. Terzo attempted to grind down on him anyway, shifting his hips. He was starved for more.

“Nn… deeper,” Terzo moaned breathily. Omega pushed inside just a little further, hesitant. Terzo knew from experience that he was pushing his luck, but he had to try.

“Deeper!” Terzo urged him on, panting.

“I really don’t think–”

“Please, Omega!” Terzo begged greedily, eyes wild and pleading as his chest heaved. Omega grabbed Terzo’s hands up above him, leaning forward, effectively pinning him to the bed. Terzo felt his cock jump at the suggestion of being physically restrained, but Omega's expression was one of concern.

“I don’t want to hurt you, tesoro,” Omega said sternly, voice firm. Terzo met his gaze, Omega's soft eyes boring into him. Terzo felt a twinge of guilt for pushing him too far. Releasing one of Terzo’s hands, Omega propped himself up to lean down to meet Terzo’s lips in a tender kiss, full of unspoken feelings. Terzo kissed him back with a shuddering sigh, his free hand coming up to tangle in Omega’s hair. Their kiss steadied him, and Terzo felt his clawing, overwhelming need calm, just a little. Just enough.

Terzo brought his legs up to wrap around Omega's large frame, locking his ankles. Omega cautiously began to move, slowly at first, but as his confidence grew, so did his momentum. Their breath came out in huffs, twining together. Terzo urged him on with the responsiveness of his body, moving with Omega and encouraging him to pick up both speed and force.

“Aaah, Omega!” Terzo cried, reaching out a hand, wanting to touch, he didn't care where. “You are doing so good, mio caro… so good,” Terzo praised him. Omega shivered, finally allowing himself to relax, surrendering freely to pleasure, beginning to make noises of his own. He hoisted Terzo’s legs further up his body, tucking them under his arms. His large hands wrapped around Terzo’s hips, claws digging as he gripped tight.

Terzo looked down, watching as a bulge in his belly disappeared and reappeared with each thrust, visible proof of his lover filling him. He was so intensely turned on by the sight that he felt lightheaded, balling the sheets up in his fists. When he watched as Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, he reluctantly made himself tear his eyes away, his worries about cumming prematurely becoming a little too real.

An idea came to Terzo then, one that was too enticing to pass up. Terzo wanted to catch Omega up to where he was, in the hopes that they could finish together. Terzo felt around the bed blindly, looking for the discarded bottle. Finding his prize, Terzo asked for Omega's tail, stroking it lovingly, sensually, when it was presented to him. Omega to let out a shuddering moan. Terzo brought the narrow spaded tip to his lips, planting a kiss on its apex.

“Would you play with yourself for me?” Terzo murmured against Omega's skin. Omega whimpered, nodding emphatically, looking excited. Terzo lubed up the end of Omega's tail, taking his time, perhaps teasing him a bit more than was necessary. When Terzo finally released him, Omega allowed the tip of his tail to snake around behind him, penetrating himself. He pushed inside just enough to brush against his own prostate, letting out the most beautiful sigh.

Terzo tightened his thighs around Omega, wanting to get as close to him as possible. He wanted to touch Omega, to run his hands and his mouth all along his body, but in their current position, he couldn’t. Terzo whined, writhing under the ghoul. He was nearing his limit, pleasure building deliciously at the base of his spine. His hips moved in time with Omega’s motions, and he was overcome with a desire to ride Omega, to bounce and grind and control the speed and depth on his own. He would have to talk to Omega about letting them try that for a future encounter…

“Omega… I want you to cum inside me, amore… Please...” Terzo panted before repeating Omega’s name. He knew his dirty talk always made Omega weak, and he needed him to buckle before he lost his own grip on his control. Omega huffed through his nose, concentrating and picking up speed. Terzo began to drool, head thrown back in ecstasy, his speech turning into incoherent babbling.

Omega tightened his grip on Terzo’s hips, moving inside of Terzo and playing with himself all the while. Omega began to whimper, and Terzo could tell he was close. Unable to speak, he began to moan loudly, wanting to spur Omega on. It was working. Omega bucked hard, trying to restrain himself in order to protect Terzo, to not bury the entirety of his girthy length within him, but he was visibly struggling with his composure.

“Terzo…” Omega hissed out through gritted teeth, desperation in his voice. Omega reached out and grabbed Terzo’s cock, working him furiously. Terzo shouted at the added stimulation, back arching off the bed. He tried to hold on for as long as he could, but this was a battle he couldn’t win. It was an unspoken game between them, to see who could make the other climax first; neither of them wanted to finish before the other was satisfied, but inevitably, someone had to lose.

Tonight’s loser proved to be Terzo. He came with an agonizing wail as orgasm tore through him, his release painting hot streaks across his heaving chest. Pleasure washed over him for what felt like a blissful eternity. As he began to come down, Terzo bit his lip against a whine as Omega continued to move inside of him, overstimulated but needing with everything in him to let Omega finish.

“Omega..” Terzo whispered over and over like a prayer. “Please… Cum in me, Omega, I need you,” More dirty talk. He knew exactly how to push Omega’s buttons, how to overwhelm his senses. Omega lost it then, his cock kicking inside of Terzo as he came with a guttural groan, the dam finally breaking. His seed spilled out of Terzo, dripping onto the sheets.

As Omega braced himself with trembling arms on either side of Terzo’s head, sweaty and winded and struggling for air, Terzo felt an overpowering warmth and affection bloom through his chest. He wanted to cradle Omega in his arms, to stroke his hair and smother him with kisses, but in his current position he settled for reaching up to cup his jaw. Omega leaned into his touch.

Omega pulled out of Terzo slowly, carefully. Terzo mourned the loss. Standing on unsteady legs, Omega briefly left to get a towel, ever the gentleman, and helped Terzo clean up. Terzo silently wished that he would just leave it be for the moment and stay within his reach, free to touch, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. When Omega settled down beside him it wasn’t a moment too soon, and Terzo descended upon him immediately, caressing and kissing and quietly singing praises. His hands and mouth explored Omega’s face and body, touch insistent, making up for all of the contact he couldn’t indulge in while they were in their previous position. Omega chuckled, reveling in the attention he was being showered with.

“Feeling better now, Papa?” Omega teased. He reached for Terzo, coaxing him back up to his level, stealing a kiss himself. “For a minute there I forgot which one of us was the demon,” Omega joked. Terzo cringed, feeling guilty.

“Sì. I am so sorry, my darling. I guess I did get a little out of control,” Terzo said, remorseful over the prospect of having perturbed Omega. “I am sorry for being such a menace.” Omega’s smile widened, and he took another kiss, making sure to take his time.

“What are you apologizing for, mia luce?” he asked against Terzo’s lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.” Another kiss, this time with plenty of tongue. Terzo felt a spark of arousal race through him, though his body was too tired to follow through with it. He groaned into Omega’s mouth.

“Mio amato monstro…” Terzo breathed against Omega’s cheek when they broke apart. Omega started trailing languid kisses down Terzo’s neck, his chest. “I shouldn’t have distracted you while you were working. I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he continued, genuinely repentant.

“Worth it,” Omega stated simply, shrugging. They continued trading lazy kisses and lingering touches until Omega decided that they needed to get ready for bed.

“It’s getting late, tesoro,” Omega said reluctantly, pushing up on one elbow.

“It’s not that late yet,” Terzo scoffed, wanting to continue to bask in the afterglow that they’d been indulging in together for quite some time.

“Maybe not, but we still have to clean up and eat. We both have to work tomorrow, it’s Sunday,” Omega reminded him. Terzo grimaced. “I don’t want you giving another half-asleep sermon. Sister Imperator really chewed you out the last time that happened.” Terzo rolled his eyes, remembering the talking-to he’d had to sit through the last time that he and Omega had fucked away a Saturday night.

“Hm. Maybe you’re right,” Terzo conceded. He grimaced as he sat up. “Let us take a bath first.” He went to stand, not realizing how weak his legs felt until they started to give out under him. Omega lunged to catch him, pulling him back to sit on the edge of the bed. Terzo chuckled, trying to play it off. He made to stand again, batting Omega away when he tried to help, but Omega was having none of it and scooped him up in his arms.

Terzo started to protest, indignant at being carried like a child, but soon relaxed at Omega’s warmth and the scent of his skin. He knew Omega just wanted to help, that he wasn’t looking down on him. Terzo sighed. Tonight was not the night to be stubborn, he was far too worn out for that.

Omega carefully sat Terzo down on the edge of the tub and began preparing a bath. He kissed Terzo on the crown of his head and left to change their bedsheets while the water ran. Terzo felt lonelier than he usually did in Omega’s absence. When the bath was ready and Omega had returned, they slipped into the water together. They made quick work of washing each other, wanting to get to their favorite part: relaxing. Terzo sat firmly between Omega’s legs, his back to Omega’s chest, Omega’s arms wrapped loosely around him. Terzo hummed to Omega softly, and Omega’s tail came up to wrap around Terzo’s leg.

Terzo grabbed one of Omega’s hands in his own, examining it. His was tiny in comparison. If they were to try and lock their fingers together, to hold hands in the traditional way, they wouldn’t quite fit right. They were frequently having to come up with creative ways to get around their difference in size, but that never bothered Terzo. He and Omega would do anything to fit together. To complement each other.

Terzo pressed his face into Omega’s hand with a sigh, leaning into it. He kissed Omega’s palm, and then up each of his fingers, slowly, deliberately. When his tongue came out to taste Omega’s skin, Terzo couldn’t help but rub his thighs together. He felt Omega’s cock twitch at his back.

“Don’t go getting yourself all worked up again, tesoro,” Omega chuckled breathily, his tone playful. “We need to actually sleep tonight.”

“Do we?” Terzo asked idly, stroking Omega’s arm. “I think I can handle a little tongue-lashing just fine. Surprisingly well, actually,” he quipped as Omega’s other hand began to glide its way down Terzo’s body. Terzo tilted his face up, lips seeking and being quickly met. It was an awkward kiss, truthfully, upside down and wet. Terzo wouldn’t have traded it for the world. When it broke, Terzo spun in his hold, straddling Omega’s lap instead.

No, maybe they didn’t always fit together perfectly, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[marrieart]

The kazoo man - Quick practice

[madangel19]

Ghostober Day 14: Tender Sex

Pairing: Terzo/Omega

Summary: Omega helps Terzo relax after a rough meeting with Sister Imperator

Contains: Slight angst, tender sex, ghouls cuddles, quintessence use, jerking off, mention of mpreg, minute man Terzo

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam and you guys can also read this on Ao3!

Word Count: 1005

Omega was reading a book by the fire when the door opened. He looked over, a smile on his lips as he expected to see his beloved little mate saunter in, but what he saw was much different.

Terzo looked miserable as he walked in and shut the door behind him. Omega could smell Sister Imperator’s perfume on Terzo. Another bad meeting. 

“That woman will be the death of me, Omega,” Terzo groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked over to the armchair across from Omega and sat down dramatically. 

“What did she say this time?” Omega asked, putting his book down.

Terzo was silent for a moment, gazing into the fire. His expression changed from anger to sorrow as he sighed.

“Do better, but I’m always doing my best for her and the ministry. Dannata donna,” he grumbled, his hands balling into fists in his lap. 

Omega moved to kneel before his Papa. He needed some comforting in these trying times. He took his hands in his own and kissed them tenderly.

“You’re doing an amazing job, Terzo. She just can’t see it like I do,” the ghoul said, gazing up at Terzo in adoration. The elder man’s lip began to tremble and tears welled up in his eyes.

“Oh, Omega. Only you and the rest of the ghouls will understand all the hard work I do. It’s so tiring hearing her words. So tiring,” he said, reaching down to caress the side of Omega’s face. A purr rumbled in his chest as he nuzzled Terzo’s hand, turning his head to kiss the inside of his palm. 

“We’ll be rid of her someday. She can’t live forever and when that day comes, you’ll be the one in charge,” Omega said, smiling when he saw the mischievous glow in Terzo’s eyes. 

“That will be a glorious day, my dear Omega. Absolutely wonderful,” Terzo crowed, his gaze going to their large shared bed. Omega followed his gaze. He didn’t have to think twice before scooping Terzo up in his arms and carrying him to bed.

“We should fuck on her grave. The ultimate fuck you to that woman,” Omega said, chuckling darkly at the thought.

“Mmm, I like that, mio caro,” Terzo purred before kissing along Omega’s neck, making him purr even louder. 

“Let’s do it,” Omega said while sitting Terzo down on the bed. 

Terzo was about to take his top off, but Omega stopped him in his tracks. 

“Let me undress you,” the ghoul said.

“Ah, of course,” Terzo said, dropping his hands.

Omega took his coat off, making sure not to damage anything in the process. He had ripped off plenty of clothes off of his beloved, but he wanted to take things slower tonight. Once his jacket was off, he unbuttoned his top and removed it. He saw his exposed shoulders and kissed along his warm skin while taking his shoes off and tossing them to the side.

“You’re so good to me, Omega. Always so good,” Terzo sighed, reaching down to cup the front of Omega’s pants. With just a few caresses from his expert fingers, Omega grew hard under his touch.

“So are you, Papa,” Omega murmured, palming the front of Terzo’s pants and feeling his already hard cock. 

“Free me, Omega,” Terzo moaned, unzipping the ghoul’s pants and freeing his cock. It was a good day for him to go commando.

Omega was quick to unbutton his pants. He then pushed Terzo on his back with ease and pulled them off along with his undergarments. He took a moment to take in the sight of his mate and felt love and passion swell up inside him. He was beyond lucky to be with such a man.

“You’re amazing, Terzo. So beautiful,” he said, undressing completely.

Terzo’s cheeks turned a light shade of red under his face paint, something Omega always loved to see. There had been some times he made his Papa flustered during services and he always tried to hide his face, but there was no hiding now. 

“Mm, my big ghoul. So perfect. Come here,” Terzo cooed, opening his arms out to him. Omega chuckled and crawled into his arms and held him close to his body. The smaller man’s face was buried in his furry chest as he held him. Omega couldn’t help but chuckle as Terzo nuzzled his chest with a sigh. 

“Tell me what you want, Terzo. I’ll give it to you,” Omega said, reaching down to caress his cock. 

“Make me forget that devil of a woman, Omega,” Terzo said, pulling away from his now paint-stained chest. 

“I will, Terzo. I will,” Omega whispered before pulling him into a tender kiss. 

He deepened the kiss with a soft growl, wrapping a hand around Terzo’s cock. Terzo moaned into the kiss, his body trembling from pleasure. After a few moments, Omega reached out to Terzo with his quintessence and after getting into his head, blocked out any negative thoughts about that woman. It wouldn’t last long, but it would be enough for the night. 

“Ah, Omega~,” Terzo moaned, biting playfully on Omega’s lip as he rutted against his hand. He wrapped his arms around Omega’s middle, keeping him close. 

Seconds passed and Terzo spilled himself onto his hand with a sharp cry. Omega raised a brow at his mate and Terzo chuckled in embarrassment.

“Guess I was just a bit too excited there, amore,” he said, wiping away sweat from his forehead. 

“It’s okay, love. We have all night together. Come here,” Omega purred, moving to get into a sitting position. He smirked, rubbing his cock with one hand and beckoning his human to join him with the other.

“You gonna impregnate me right here right now, Omega?” Terzo chuckled, crawling into his lap and straddling him, his ass pressed against his monster of a cock.

“We can certainly try, Papa. I’d love to see you carrying my kits someday,” Omega smiled, holding his mate close and kissing him once more.

[nihildenial]

"Fifty Shades of Pink" a Papa Emeritus III x Omega fic

SMUT UNDER CUT

one chapter ; wc: 6,586

There wasn’t much that could surprise Omega anymore. He’s been topside for about six years now, served as rhythm guitarist for three Papas, and performed countless ritual performances.

This, however, was something new.

“Isn’t it perfecto ?” The short man in front of him throws his arms wide and does a slow spin.

Omega simply blinks his lavender eyes and tries his best to think of a way to put what he’s thinking into nice-enough words. Why the hell did he agree to go to the cobbler to pick up the Terzo’s loafers and leave his kin with the man? “It’s…tailored nicely.”

Terzo Emeritus, Papa Emeritus III, a forty-three year old, pouts like an affronted child. He turns back to the large floor length mirror and takes in his appearance from the tailors’ platform. “I think I look like I belong in one of those fancy Ivy League college fraternities! Alpha told me pink was my color. Imagine a beer in my hand.”

Omega should fuck him in this cove more often.

“You took advice from Alpha? The Ghoul who still puts on different colored socks because he’s too lazy to find a pair from his dresser?”

The raven-haired man huffs, “You were too busy with Francesco! Maybe if you weren’t such a bossy-pants, you would have been here. I think I’ll keep it like this just to show you that I do look handsome.”

Omega sets down the several pairs of ties and socks on the vacant chair next to the platform. Of course his kin would disappear when someone had to tell Terzo he looked like a bottle of pepto-bismol. “I didn’t say you weren’t handsome. It’s tailored well to your figure. The color on the other hand…”

“Pink is the new black! Slimming for the masculine shape, and feminine to complement the olive tone of my sun-kissed Italian tan.”

The large Quintessence Ghoul sighs, “Just humor me and try the gold that we originally agreed on.”

“No!” Terzo steps off the platform, losing the extra inches of height. “I like this. We’re going to check out and go back to the Ministry.”

“You look like a child dressed for church.” He could pick the small man up with one hand and shake him like a naughty toddler.

Terzo flips a loose bang out of his eyes, “I’ll let you be the first to take it off me.”

Omega holds back a grumble, “What is the horrible pink shirt for anyway? You’re still getting the white suit, right?”

“Of course, I’m getting the white suit! This is for a new music video; Sister Imperator finally said the budget was thick enough to shoot it,” His fingers make sure the Grucifix cufflinks are facing the same direction, leading Omega and his purchases to the Ralph Lauren counter.

“Mr. Emeritus, I see the tailor was able to make those adjustments for you.” The woman flashes a polite smile.

Omega sees it falter a bit as he feels his four kin reappear at his side. Of course, Alpha has damn pink socks. “We are not getting pink socks too.”

Alpha puts the offending socks on top of Omega’s well-chosen accessories. “He looks good in pink.”

“I’m buying the damn socks, Omega,” Terzo affirms and lets the woman take all the items to begin scanning.

Omega could be petty and not hand over the Ministry credit card, but Terzo strikes him with a look that promises a reward for being good. “Fine,” He grumbles and nudges Alpha out of the way so he can sign the receipt. The woman hands back the large items in several bags and the five glamoured hellbeasts follow their leader out onto the busy 5th Avenue streets. Glamouring all of them, they walk undisturbed down the block to where a sleek SUV idles.

“That’s what you spent all that time getting fitted for?” Is the first thing out of Sister Imperator’s mouth when they all pile into the car. A bag of clothing for some of the Sisters of Sin sits by her feet in the passenger seat.

Omega sits directly behind her, letting her take in Terzo in the driver side middle seat. “I said the same thing.”

“We like it, Papa,” Pebble chirps from the third row, “All of us back here do.”

Alpha and Mist nod.

All eyes turn to Zephyr, who is unfortunately stuck sitting between Omega and Terzo. “I mean…Papa can make anything look fetching.”

Terzo claps a hand on the air Ghoul’s shoulder, “Majority rules! Now, let us get back to the Abbey so I can make sure the equipment is ready for shooting tomorrow.”

Sister Imperator pinches the bridge of her nose, but nods for the Brother of Blasphemy to go ahead and drive away.

“I made sure we got the white suit, at least,” Omega watches the bustling city slowly crawl past them in traffic.

“I knew I could count on you, Omega,” She says, reaching back and patting the Ghoul’s knee.

—

For the music video of He Is , the Ghouls weren’t needed as actors or instrumentalists, so Terzo gave them all the day off–except for Omega.

“Your punishment for yesterday is that you get to spend the day with us as we shoot.” It’s like four in the morning so they could get the shots down at the river around mid afternoon.

He wants to whine like a Ghoul kit. “They’re going hunting! Deer season just began!”

“Maybe I’ll take pity on you after the lunch break,” Terzo chides with a wink, “Now sit in your chair and be good for Papa. You can be my waterboy.”

Omega would do most anything for him. Sitting and zoning out while his beautiful Papa twirls his dramatic ass around a sound stage may sound like a relaxing afternoon, but his kin are out frolicking among the large forest and hunting.

Terzo stands on his tip-toes to presumably kiss Omega, but the antipope simply smacks his lips a hair’s breadth away and bounds out of the Ghoul’s arms.

That motherfucker, Omega sits back in the shitty makeup-chair with a huff.

Sister Rebecca raises a beauty blender. Her brown eyes are bright as she’s nearly bouncing in place/ “Could I try something on you? I got a new, thinner foundation to use for you and the Ghouls in an upcoming photoshoot.”

He sees how hopeful she is. She wasn’t chosen by Sister Imperator to be in the music video because of her skills at makeup. Both of them were stuck watching this anyway.

Omega reaches up and undoes his mask. “Knock yourself out. Don’t be offended if I fall asleep.”

“I also have some head massage techniques I could try out…?” She grins.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

A few hours pass with Omega submitting to anything Sister Rebecca wanted.

The new foundation she got did make his hell-soot colored skin more luminous, and flattened some pores that he���s been a bit self-conscious of. She smudged some eyeliner here, a small dusting of brightening powder on his eyelids, and something moisturizing that tastes like cherries on his lips.

Omega can’t help the happy rumble when her manicured hands reward him with a truly sinful scalp massage. Thankfully it isn’t loud enough to disrupt the filming across the room, but Sister Imperator does shoot them a glare that sobers both of them up enough to stop.

“That’s a wrap!” Comes the director’s call.

“This was really helpful, Omega, thank you.” The sister begins to put away most of the new makeup. She leaves out Terzo’s papal paint in case he needs to reapply during any of the recording.

He looks at himself in the mirror, “I feel good in this. Much better than the grease paint of the last tour.”

She huffs a laugh, “Yeah, that stuff was disgusting to work with and have on. Here’s some wipes to take it off.”

Omega takes in the nearly flawless quality of his charcoal skin, “Actually, I might keep it on for a bit. See how it wears.”

“Of course, I’ll leave those here,” She rolls the makeup suitcase with her as she follows the production crew towards the Abbey sanctuary.

In the mirror he can see the reflection of Terzo talking to the two young children that were in the video. Their father was an archbishop from the Salem Ministry, and was one of the only clergy members with young enough twin children.

Terzo was always so great with people. It breaks Omega’s heart that he and his kin hold the man’s love and there’s little chance for mini-Terzos to come into being.

“ Grazie, miei dolci bambini ,” The antipope pats their heads, eliciting delighted laughs as the boy and girl toddle over to their watchful father and mother. He struts to Omega, taking a long swig from the water bottle Omega was tasked with keeping. “Wasn’t I absolutely sinful?”

The Quintessence Ghoul inclines his head, “There’s hardly been a time when you’re not. It was good to see those kids so happy.”

“ Sono una famiglia adorabile , quite the lovely little family, no?” Terzo smiles. He steps forward to peer around Omega’s back.

“What do you think? I let Sister Rebecca experiment with some new shit,” He turns fully to face the antipope. He relishes the shocked flush that crawls through the cracks of Terzo’s papal paint.

For once the man is rendered speechless. His mouth opens and closes like one of the fish Pebble caught the other day in the Abbey lake. “I…”

Omega sees his chance to get some payback, “I think I should let her do this more often, yes?” He makes sure most of the room has cleared (mostly just making sure Imperator is gone) and uses his larger form to back Terzo against the vanity counter. He lets his hands rest on those beautifully familiar and full hips and leans down.

Terzo takes the bait and sighs happily into their shared breath–except Omega smacks his lips together and pulls back before their lips could meet. “It’s a shame, really. My lip balm is cherry-flavored."

The shorter man’s mismatched green and white eyes fly open in betrayal, “You motherfucker!”

Omega folds up the vanity chair and saunters to the doorway, “I might take pity on you after lunch.” He grins at the imaginary lasers shooting him in the back.

—

Terzo and Omega have always been this way. One of them does something immature to the other, then other retaliates, then they make up by the fucking the absolute shit out of each other. It’s very much a game of cat and mouse or freeze-tag, making the four other Ghouls roll their eyes when an argument inevitably happens.

Terzo’s a little shit.

Omega’s a little shit in the form of a 6 ft 7 Quintessence Ghoul.

Nothing is better than the angry-eventually-loving makeup sex. Tonight was going to be quite a treat judging by the horny mini-glares Terzo gives him between shots of the He Is sanctuary scenes. Omega sits out of the way in his vanity chair and snacks on popcorn provided on the shooting table.

After another two hours of getting footage, the director calls for lunch. They’ll resume in another hour to begin the footage down by the river.

Omega doesn’t know necessarily what they’re going to shoot down there. But he hopes Mist is ripping into the throat of a deer on the banks and ruins their shot so he and Terzo can go fuck.

Speaking of, they do have an hour before resuming…

Terzo is engulfed in a mass of followers and Siblings. He drinks their attention as if he needs it to continue existing. He flashes that sharp smile that’s all shiny, white, perfect teeth and it makes Omega’s black heart do somersaults.

He likes to think that he controls the Antipope, but Terzo is a feral hellbeast in his own way. Even if Omega holds the man facedown against the mattress more times than Terzo rides him, Omega would fold faster to the man’s orders than the other way around.

The crowd moves towards the Dining Hall across the cloister courtyard, carrying Terzo with them. He doesn’t even spare the Ghoul a glance as the group filters outside.

Omega holds back a growl. So that’s how it’s going to be.

Lunch flys by. Omega tears into a pack of beef jerky and one of Pebble’s edibles. If he got upset, then he can go fuck off. Omega’s horny as shit and being forced to be a waterboy for a frustratingly beautiful and petty man while Pebble got to sink his fangs into a tender deer flank.

By the time they resume filming at the hill that leads to the Wallkill river, Pebble’s edible has kicked in and relaxed him some. Which is good because his anger shoots back up as Terzo steps out into the mid-afternoon sun in that damned pink shirt under a white waistcoat.

He looks like a douchebag actor in an American frat movie! Paired with black aviator sunglasses, it screams the wrong kind of self-assertion. But then again, Omega hasn’t really thought about what He Is is about…and it begins to make sense as they start filming.

So, he’s been an asshole for no reason. The song is a parody of Christian baptism rock. Guilt rises in Omega’s chest. How many times has he performed this damned song and not understood what it meant?

The Quintessence Ghoul watches the group film shots of a handful of Sisters of Sin frolic in the meadow that covers the path down to the riverbank. Their flowing white dresses and long hair twirl in the gentle breeze.

It is a nice day. Omega turns his face towards the sun and feels how the foundation moves on his cheeks. He’ll never get tired of being out in the topside sun. The heat from the planet is a pleasant warmth compared to the spikes of fire from the Pits.

He hears water splash. Down at the edge of the grass, Terzo is wading into the water, while in that stupid outfit.

Part of Omega’s brain purrs in happiness knowing the brackish water will destroy the offending shirt but also–What the Hell is he doing? That outfit alone cost nearly $3,000, and they bought it just yesterday!

Despite the conflict within Omega, he ultimately decides to sit still. He’ll give Terzo a reprimand after he’s done being a destructive little shit. So he sits, watching the Sisters remove their sandals and wade in a bit aways from Terzo.

All of them are only waist-deep. Are they going to do some sort of synchronized swimming routine? Omega doesn’t remember Terzo being very good at keeping afloat just by himself.

To Omega’s disbelief, the first Sister wades to Terzo and he takes her hands in his right, cradling her against his chest. Her blonde curls flare in the wind coming off the water.

Terzo’s free hand comes up to rest at the back of her skull and he dips her back into the water.

Her perfectly tan hand slides up to his jaw, a teasing thumb brushing against the black paint of his upper lip.

Terzo submerges her entirely then helps her upright, the water rushing from her plump form. Her white choir robe clings to her now stiffly peaked nipples. His hand that held her stomach sneakily cups her right breast during the sloshing of the cold river water.

Omega wouldn’t typically be that upset; he’s always up for a third (or fourth, fifth, and so on) to join him and the Antipope. The Sister is extremely beautiful and has always been kind to the Ghouls, but this bastardization of a water baptism taking place in front of Omega after Terzo was being so fucking petty, absolutely makes Omega’s pointed ears burn with jealousy.

One by one, the baptism continues five more times. Each one has some naughty tease between Terzo and the Sister: the next one gasps out a moan at the cold water when she comes up, the third one unbuttons the infuriatingly pink top button of his shirt, and the fourth Sister’s breasts are basically exposed through the now-soaked white robe.

The fifth woman is more bold than the rest. When the brunette cuddles into Terzo’s baptismal embrace, her hand follows the same path as those before her–up to cup the blurred edge of his papal paint on Terzo’s jaw. He leans her back and submerges her.

She’s guided back up with Terzo’s steady hands (hands that are usually gripping Omega’s white hair as the Ghoul fucks the Hell out of him) and as she lets the face drip from her face, she leans forward and catches his lips.

Terzo doesn’t hesitate to deepen it.

And on the far shore, four unglamoured Ghouls howl with the victory of a fresh kill. It echoes so loudly that it creates ripples on the mostly-calm river.

Omega’s Hell-beast blood boils.

He leaps up from his chair and stomps past the production crew and down to the water’s edge. He ignores the sound of the crew frantically packing up as the scent of ozone fills every molecule of the air by the riverbank.

“ Get the fuck off her !” Omega thunders in Ghoulish.

The Sister squeaks and pulls out of Terzo’s arms so fast she falls onto her ass in the water.

Terzo goes to help her up but Omega leaps from the bank and slams into the raven-haired man.

They collide and go underwater, Terzo’s hands grappling the front of Omega’s vestments as they resurface. The Antipope’s aviators are missing and he goes to search for them but Omega pulls him away from the shore.

“ You make me sit here all day, tease me, and now you decide to snog a Sister during a fake baptism, in front of all these strangers?!” Omega growls as he bodily drags the now fully soaked Antipope to a mostly-submerged cove just out of sight. He tosses Terzo onto the small silver of a rocky beach, making sure it’s enough to bruise, but not actually hurt him.

Terzo spits out some brackish water to the side. His face is equal parts cocky and affronted, but the smirk on his ruined makeup grows as he takes in the Quintessence Ghoul’s burning eartips and heavy rut scent. “It was Sister Imperator’s idea-”

“ I know it fucking wasn’t. You’re just a whore.”

Terzo reclines on the beach as if he wasn’t just dragged through the water like a piece of lumber, “I never took you for a jealous teenage Ghoul.”

Omega snarls, frustration only building at the man’s continued sass. Doesn’t he know what danger he’s in? He trudges through the water and lets his glamour fully fall. He feels his horns reappear and his sleeves bulge as they barely contain the soot-black muscles Omega crafted over centuries as champion in the fighting Pits.

Instead of flinching, Terzo’s erection hardens in his wet trousers. “ Un ragazzo così grande …”

That tone immediately dismisses part of Omega’s fury. There’s appreciation and lust wrapped up in that sentence. How is he supposed to stay angry when Terzo becomes so riled up when he’s in his most authentic form?

“I’m still angry ,” The Ghoul says.

Terzo slicks back his sopping bangs, “I would hope so. I’ve been so naughty I deserve a punishment; merito una sculacciata . A good spanking would make me repent.”

Omega reaches forward and slices through the white vest and pink shirt with a long claw.

“Hey! Fuck you, we just bought this! I could have gotten the salt out of it.”

“You’ve been sitting in brackish water for the past two hours and now you’re upset?” Omega rips the offending material from the man’s body to float off in the water around them. “If anything, this is simply payback. I don’t think I should even touch you. I should leave you here to trudge back to shore; water-logged, naked, and messy-faced.”

Terzo play-struggles as Omega grips his chin tight enough for his claws to press in. The Quintessence Ghoul sees his mismatched eyes roll with pleasure.

“ Filthy .”

“The correct word is-” Terzo’s shit-eating grin grows.

Omega has him on his stomach in the next blink, claws raking down the man’s legs to shred the white trousers. He relishes the red scratches that follow his claws. “Shut the fuck up.”

Terzo lets out a groan and his hands grasp for purchase on the slippery rocks. “ Omega …oh, how you spoil your Papa.”

“Right now, you’re nothing more than my bitch.” Omega has to re-glamour his hands so he can pry apart Terzo’s slippery thighs. When the infuriating man wiggles his ass out of Omega’s grip, the Ghoul smacks the pert right cheek.

Terzo’s echoing gasp is beautiful. Water sloshes over him and pools in the hip dimples above his ass.

-

Terzo makes Omega carry him back to shore after a rough fuck in the cove. Indulging the man who did make him cum so hard his vision whited out isn’t the thing he has issue with. Staking a claim on Terzo has only partially satisfied him.

The shreds of the blasted pink shirt swirl in his wake as Omega trudges back to shore. As the Quintessence Ghoul walks back to the Abbey at the top of the hill, Terzo lounges in the strong arms.

Terzo idly plays with the black chest hair brushing against his cheek as Omega walks. “Why don’t you like me in pink again?”

“You’re better suited to richer tones.”

“Do you think purple is ugly on me as well?”

Omega rolls his eyes and sets Terzo on his feet as they reach the Abbey’s doors. “Of course not.”

“I would like a reason, per favore ,” Terzo ignores Omega holding open the doors for him.

“You simply look better in colors other than pink. Even going a shade darker like magenta would bring out the warm undertone in your skin.” Omega takes the human’s forearm and turns it over, tracing a claw over the thrumming veins below the skin.

Terzo blinks, “So you aren’t just doing this to spite me.”

Omega’s thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Spite you? For what?”

“Because I had the other Ghouls come with me to the fitting and had you come later,” Terzo admits sheepishly.

“I don’t care about that shit.”

Terzo hums, “So…you tackling me and pounding me into the rocks of a cave wasn’t a consequence of your jealousy from earlier this week?”

Omega takes a deep breath. “No. It’s because…I was jealous of the Sisters in the music video. How they got to hold you, how tender you were while you gave them an unholy baptism, all while wearing the shirt you knew I disliked…I want to feel like you hear my opinion.”

“Oh.” Is all Terzo can say. His face flushes in realization. “I probably was a bit mean and the gold was pretty… Mi dispiace .” He hugs Omega around the middle.

Omega sighs and pets the damp raven hair, “You’re too cute to stay upset with.”

“I promise to make it up to you,” Terzo’s smile is innocent but filled with the promise of something naughty.

The large Ghoul watches the naked antipope saunter inside without a care in the world. He passes a wary Sister Imperator and Cardinal Copia talking in the foyer without a second glance.

-

While the music video was in the editing phase, Sister Imperator called the band together to record ‘He Is.’ It only took a few times to get a good enough recording, and Sister rewarded them with a few days off.

Before Omega could even grasp the fact that he only had a few cleaning chores for the next two days, Terzo was rushing out of the studio room. Rolling his eyes, Omega reracks his guitar and chats with the producer about if there was anything he needed to drag Terzo back to fix.

“So, ‘Mega…want to come hunting with us?” Pebble’s tiny form pops up from behind the drum kit.

He thinks it over. He could go track down Terzo but potentially get turned away for the man to have a nap, or join his kin for the night. “Hunting sounds good.”

Pebble’s fanged grin is infectious. “Awesome! You missed out on Mist taking down a deer twice her size! It was so cool.” The two ghouls walk from the studio out into the courtyard where the other three Ghouls are stripping their clothes to hand to one of the sisters tasked with laundry.

“No more blood stains on these, please. It was impossible after yesterday’s hunt,” Sister Anais held out the basket already filled with Alpha and Zephyr’s uniforms. Mist is taking her time undoing her boots.

Omega easily undoes the buttons of his cassock.

“Now, you boys are going to be careful out there tonight, yes? The game Warden said there’s an excess of about thirty deer this season,” She says, nodding as all of them finish placing their clothes in her basket.

“Including the ones from yesterday?” Zephyr’s gray eyes brighten.

“No. New total based on the herds movement today. I’ll tell Papa all of you are leaving.”

Omega and his pack scamper through the courtyard (always careful of Primo’s topiaries) and out the gates to the hill that holds the forest on one side and the meadow that leads to the riverbank on the other. Once out of view from any Siblings, all of them let their Earthly glamours slip away.

Omega’s muscles have been crying out for him to move for a few days now. Even his hot tryst with Terzo in the cove wasn’t enough to fully drain all of his infernal adrenaline. He senses how the forest is filled with potential dinner, a group of deer only a mile away.

He drops to all fours and bounds away, leaving his mates to hopelessly beat him to the first kill.

Not many things were better than this.

-

It’s near midnight when the five Ghouls waddle back to the Abbey with bellies full of rabbit, fox, and deer. Thankfully they were able to stop before they hit the target overpopulated numbers. There’d be another night of hunting in a week or so.

Omega drops his body onto the Ghoul common room couch. He could sleep for a month, but then he’d miss Samhain and Terzo’s birthday.

Mist plops into the armchair by his head. “Those rabbits were so tender…” She purrs happily.

“My fox was delicious. I probably absorbed his wit and cunning.” Pebble maneuvers her so he can curl up with her.

There’s a collective eye roll from the pack.

“We’ll see if you stick a fork in the toaster again!” Alpha calls, snickering.

Omega closes his eyes as the pack continues to roast each other. He’s on the edge of falling asleep when footsteps come from the stairs down into the crypt that holds the Ghoul den. He cracks an eye open, seeing the common room is empty of his pack. He must have dozed for a bit longer than he thought.

The Quintessence Ghoul smells the air and relaxes as the scent of Maison Margiela’s Jazz Club fills his senses. “Terzo,” He says to the newcomer.

Terzo is dressed in a loose black t-shirt and baggy gray sweatpants. His face is empty of skull paint. “I was wondering if you were going to leave your poor Papa all alone in bed tonight,” He says innocently. His bare feet are barely audible as he steps up to the couch, tracing a finger down Omega’s strong nose.

“Sorry, we got back maybe an hour ago and I dozed off.”

“Va abbastanza bene , Omega. At least, it would be alright… if I got some special attention.”

Omega pulls the man’s hips until he’s straddling the Ghoul on the couch.

Terzo tsks, “Not here.”

“Then where?” Omega asks.

“My rooms, please.”

Omega exhales and lifts the man back to his feet. “You should’ve just called me to come upstairs.”

“I did. You didn’t pick up.” Terzo pulls out his iPhone. Sure enough, Omega missed three calls and three texts from him.

Shit. Time to turn on the romantic gestures. Omega picks up Terzo easily in his arms, one wrapped securely under his knees and behind his back. He regales Terzo with how the hunt went as they ascend the stairs and make it to the man’s papal suite.

Terzo locks the door and turns to Omega with a coy smirk. “Now, before we start anything, I did get you a surprise.”

Omega puts his slippers by the end of the bed. “Hmm, what for?” He asks, suspicious.

“Well you still believe I don’t look good in pink–”

“Terzo, are you seriously still thinking about that?” Omega gives him a pleading look. “I’m sorry I said that.”

Terzo nods, “Yes, yes; I forgive you for all that shit. Anyways…I thought I would show you that I do in fact look good in pink.” His hands take their time moving to the hem of the shirt he stole from Omega, then pull the garment up and over his head to toss carelessly on the floor.

Hidden by the bagginess of the shirt is a baby pink, sheer lace bralette embroidered with cherries and soft ruffles. Terzo doesn’t have a lot of area to be placed in a bralette, but the sheerness makes the illusion that he’s filling it out just a bit.

Terzo’s smirk grows as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Omega’s eyes are glued to the slow reveal of skin and matching pink lace hemline that appears as the sweatpants pool at the human’s ankles.

The front panel of the panties are the same pattern as the bralette cups. It leaves nothing to imagination as the leaky tip of Terzo’s cock just sticks out over the panty hemline. The soft looking ruffles continue over the high cut expanse of Terzo’s thighs to disappear to probably cup his ass perfectly.

“So what do you think?” Terzo turns in a circle, and Omega feels his blood drain to his cock.

He was correct about the ruffles. Omega is dumb with memorizing the sinful sight in front of him. “Oh..”

Terzo gently lifts his head by the chin, tearing Omega’s lavender eyes from roving over his body. He uses his leverage to move Omega backwards until the Ghoul’s knees hit the bed. Omega drops back to the bed, stuck in Terzo’s laser-focused gaze.

“Now, il mio gatto cattivo , no claws are allowed to rip this delicate outfit,” Terzo coos, easily lifting himself to straddle the Ghoul’s wide chest. “Premium Italian lace…Rip even a single stitch and you’ll be forced to watch your brethren have their way with me."

Omega snorts, cockiness rearing up at the demand even if he’s clearly losing the battle. “That’s still pretty hot.”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that you would be strapped to that lovely St. Andrew’s Cross?”

Omega gulps and his claws shift to human fingers.

“That’s what I thought. Now touch me,” Terzo says sweetly, taking the Ghoul’s hands to rest on the cups of the bralette. “A few more spoonfuls of Nutella and I’ll fill these, probably. Copia’s been making too much carbonara recently.”

“I would still love you either way,” Omega’s hand cups the back of his neck and pulls the man down to seal their lips together.

Terzo’s voice is pitched with arousal and fondness. “Sap.”

Omega’s left hand slides over the pink lace of his sides and down to grab a handful of Terzo’s ass. According to his fingertips, it’s a thin thong in the back, the crotch band barely holding a glass plug inside him. Omega’s finger stretches the fabric and he snaps the thin waistband against the smooth side of the plug’s base.

Terzo yelps, “Watch it, asshole! That could’ve come apart!”

Omega shrugs and does it again. “Seems fine to me.” He presses a finger against the plug and forces it as deep as it can go without getting completely swallowed.

Terzo’s hole resists, turning it into a game that leaves him flushing as pink as his lingerie.

“Didn’t stretch all the way for this, huh?” Omega coos to the human.

“I like it when it burns at first,” Terzo says, even if both of them already know it.

Omega grasps the end of the plug and pulls it out in one smooth motion. He lets it roll from his hand to somewhere on the duvet of Terzo’s bed. They’ll deal with it after Terzo’s cock-dumb and knotted.

Terzo is pressing a tube of lube into the hand wrapped around his ass.

“When did you grab that?” Omega pops open the cap easily and spreads a good amount inside the human with invading fingers.

“I had it in the left cup,” He moans when Omega presses against his prostate.

Of course, the bralette cup Omega didn’t feel up. “Sneaky bastard ,” The Ghoul growls. He tosses the lube in the same direction as the glass butt plug. He lifts his hips and slides down the boxers he put on after getting back from the hunt. His cock springs to attention from its confines, the tapered tip slapping against the beginning swell of Terzo’s ass. It doesn’t take much maneuvering for Omega’s head to find Terzo’s hole and push in.

Terzo’s answering moan vibrates through Omega’s chest where the man’s immaculate fingernails dig into his pecs. The Ghoul didn’t notice the coating of nude pink on Terzo’s nails. That wasn’t there earlier…was it?

Nothing else matters as Omega pushes himself inside all the way to the hilt. He feels Terzo’s ass resist him near the end but a carefully placed kiss to the human’s neck makes him relax easier.

“I bought this…so we could fuck and keep it on…” Terzo pants into Omega’s hair.

“So thoughtful,” Omega sighs happily. His hands shift to cup an asscheek in each, forcing Terzo’s center of gravity over his face and leaning on his hands on either side of Omega’s ears. It puts the cherry-embroidered bralette cups right in his face. He cranes his neck and sucks at a nipple through the lace.

Terzo squirms at the first few slow thrusts, trying to frustrate Omega enough that he’ll speed up without any begging.

“You’re so beautiful in this,” Omega fucks up into him deeper. He’s so slick and warm and perfectly fluttering against the ribbed sides of his engorged cock. Every steadily increasing speedy thrust makes Terzo moan like a whore.

As wonderful a feeling as all of this is, Terzo is far from his twink past where he could bounce on a cock for hours at a time. His knees are older and are already starting to ache. “‘Mega…”

The Ghoul presses a kiss to his cheek to show there’s no hard feelings, and lets the human sit upright. Terzo carefully eases himself off Omega and makes himself comfortable against the pillows, blow-dried bangs fanning out around his unpainted face.

Omega turns onto his stomach to cage the human in between his arms. Terzo kisses him as he lines his cock back up to his entrance, swallowing their shared moans. Omega does his best to stay attached at the lips, but he’s craving to watch Terzo’s lace-covered body writhe under him.

The lace is a more saturated pink than the stupid shirt. It complements the dusty rose of his nipples and the neat, salt-and-pepper hair that is smattered around the human’s sternum. It also fits well against the darkening red of his cock. The head strains against the thin silk waistband of the thong, the lace sticky and glistening as each thrust forces out another small spurt of pre-cum.

Omega wraps a hand around the lace covered cock and shifts the fabric over it. It moves the human’s foreskin and jolts Terzo into awareness at what he’s doing. “So much for talking about me ruining the lace…”

Terzo whines as Omega times the tight strokes with each rolling thrust. There isn’t much movement he can do with the panties, but it’s enough to send Terzo over the edge. His cock gets caught under the hem and his cum shoots from behind one of the cherry motifs, sticking the front gusset to his cock. He shivers in pleasure.

Omega doesn’t slow down. He knows his human isn’t satisfied with just one. He continues the steady pace, changing angle gradually to now rub a nodule on his cock against his prostate with every movement. Terzo shudders in overstimulation, his ass clenching against the invading cock. His nails dig into the short white hairs at the nape of Omega’s neck.

It all burns so good.

“I love…our little games,” Terzo breathes into the space between their lips. His mismatched eyes are lidded heavily, “You get so defensive…yet are always so ready to defend my honor. Fuck, right there, please…”

Omega places a flat hand on Terzo’s solar plexus and sits up straighter to thrust straight inside him.

Instantly, Terzo’s moans morph into punched-out whimpers. Omega’s fingers grasp the bralette to stretch it down to below his nipples. It acts as a leash to move Terzo in time with each roll of his hips.

“‘Mega…” Terzo whines, “Please, please…”

“Please, what? Gotta use your words, sweetheart.” The Quintessence Ghoul can feel the beginning swell of his knot. It’s starting to keep him from sliding all the way inside Terzo. He uses his momentum to pop in the swell and it makes Terzo explode with an orgasm again. This time, the cum reaches the edge of the bralette and Omega’s hand.

“O-oh, fuck!” The human cranes his neck to look down as he feels the knot forming.

Omega sweet talks him as he pushes the knot inside with each thrust until it’s formed enough that it would tear the human to push back out.

Nothing compares to this moment; Terzo’s musical whines in his ears, the mottled red blush of his chest underneath the cherries and pink lace, the gloopy pools of his cum from his two orgasms collecting in the thong and bralette waistbands.

“You want it, Terzo?” He can’t resist teasing him as he writhes. He can’t hold himself back, but it enhances the experience to hear the words from the man.

“Y-Yes! Please, ‘Mega!” The human yelps, helpless as a third orgasm overtakes him at the same time as he’s pushed full of Ghoul knot and a river of cum. A small indent forms as Omega floods him with enough release to knock up any Ghoul, female presenting or not.

It’s probably a good thing that Terzo’s the one taking knots and not Mist.

Terzo’s slumps against the fluffy pillows with a fluttering heartbeat. He lets silence fill the spaces between their panting breaths. “You ruin me for everyone else,” Terzo says quietly once they’re locked together and calmed for a moment. “At the tailor’s I agreed with you; that shirt was ugly. It didn’t match my undertone. Gold was a much better choice.”

Omega buries his head in the human’s hair so he can laugh, hiking up his hips so the angle of penetration doesn’t hurt his hips. They’ll be stuck together for a while. “You’re such an asshole.”

“And you love both my personality and asshole, il mio adorabile demone .”

[evereverest2]

Afraid — Terzomega

~part 6 of the Little Monsters series~

3.4k words ~ smut

Omega returns to the cardinal's quarters.

i think this is the longest part yet. well. hope you like it :3 posting slightly early bc who gives a damn ! hopefully i don’t get swamped by school and finish the next part in a timely manner hehe

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Omega found himself outside the cardinal’s quarters once again. He had been there for a number of minutes, hesitating. Wringing his hands. Scratching his neck. Thinking.

He was inclined to trust that Terzo would keep their deal and be perfectly sober when he walked through that door. What made him hesitate, though, was how he should act. Taking out his frustration and hatred on a drunk man seemed less wrong than doing it on a sober one. Terzo’s expectations, if he should not be so violent, if he should give the human mercy. Sure, it was their old deal, but to Omega, it felt as if everything had changed. Their kiss in the garden had made it change.  

Omega did not hate Terzo anymore. And it terrified him.

He cast his thoughts aside, his body letting him know how inconvenienced it was waiting for his mind to pick up the pace. It was just sex, after all. Simple, carnal sex. That was their agreement, and that was all they would do.

Omega gave one last glance around him before lightly knocking and stepping inside.

Terzo looked up. He was sitting on his couch, writing something in a book, but as Omega entered, he cast it aside and stood.

“Hello, Omega ghoul. You finally show up.” Terzo smiled, clearly excited.

Omega nodded. He looked around the room as if he had never seen it before, still feeling nerves bubbling in his stomach. 

What was wrong with him?

Terzo did not miss a beat, though. He crossed the room to stand in front of Omega. He reached up for his head, which Omega obliged, leaning down for them to meet in a kiss. He was suddenly thrust into Terzo’s feelings. Arousal. Desire. Impatience. 

All Omega felt was hesitance.

Terzo jumped up, and Omega caught him by instinct. He was hoisted high in the air, legs wrapped around his waist, with Omega looking up into their embrace. Terzo held his face, gently feeling the contours of his jaw and cheeks, humming against his lips.

Omega walked slowly, moving to sit on Terzo’s bed. Terzo easily settled into his lap as if he belonged there, kissing with ferocity as Omega’s hands settled around his hips. Terzo’s hands roamed his body— over his shoulders, his chest, diving down to grasp his bulge. He rubbed it harshly, grinding down to shallowly hump his lap. Omega growled lightly in stimulation. 

He undid Omega’s belt, unzipped his pants, now palming his underwear. It drove him wild with need, not enough friction. Omega gritted his teeth, his kissing becoming stilted as a result.

Terzo was teasing him. Taking his sweet time to satisfy him. And any other day, Omega would punish that. Today, though, things were different. He wanted to be gentle. To, for once, allow the cardinal a night where his body was not destroyed by a savage ghoul. There was no resentment. There was no wrath. Only the perplexing state of their affair in which Omega was too frightened to sort out in his mind.

Terzo pulled away, tilting his head mischievously. “Are you pissy, little kitty?”

Omega glared with carnage in his eyes. “No.”

“Your tail begs to differ.”

Indeed, it was swishing back and forth in frustration. Omega stilled it.

Terzo yanked down his underwear, letting his large, purple cock free with a slight bounce. They stared at one another, Terzo smirking, Omega glowering. Slowly, ever so slowly, Terzo wrapped one finger at a time around his shaft, and once his hand was firmly grasping him, he dug into just the tip with his thumb.

Omega clenched his fists, willing himself to be compliant, unmoving. Their eyes were still locked in a stare. He was close to snapping. No, he must hold back. Be a good ghoul. Let him have his way tonight.

“Okay, what is deal?” Terzo suddenly let go, huffing, his expression falling into that of disappointment. 

Omega, confused, mumbled, “What?”

“You do not ravage me as a ghoul should. You sit there and let me tease you. Why?”

“I was…” Omega looked away, somewhat embarrassed. “I was trying to be nice.”

“You are not nice; you are mi mostriciatto. You hurt me.”

“I don’t have to hurt you.”

“I want you to hurt me! It is sexy, ghoul!” Terzo said, exasperated.

“I don't have to be an asshole when we have sex.”

“But you are an asshole!”

Omega’s brow furrowed, and he frowned. He instantly felt defensive. “No.”

“But you are! Satanas, Omega, this is why we fuck.”

“Because I’m an asshole?”

“Exactly.”

Omega stood, lifting Terzo with him briefly until throwing him down angrily on the bed.

“Fine,” the ghoul growled, bearing his teeth. 

Terzo immediately looked uneasy.

Omega pounced on him, tearing off his clothes with nothing but his claws, indifferent to his skin breaking in the process. He dove down and kissed him wildly, making him groan with every long drag of claws down his body. 

Omega reached out with his mind, delving into Terzo’s. For a moment, he paused, his actions ceasing, focused. Then, he began pouring his quintessence into Terzo.

He turned and stood, his back to him. Listening. Suddenly, Terzo was whining, moaning, pathetically calling Omega’s name behind him. He cast a dour glare over his shoulder.

“Mostriciatto, what is happening?” Terzo whimpered. His body was shaking, his dick so hard it was visibly throbbing. Through him, quintessence was flowing in the form of sexual stimulation, taking over every nerve in his body. 

Omega was overwhelming him with pleasure.

“You’re getting what you asked for,” Omega replied darkly.

Omega watched him struggle and stare at him with pleading eyes. He slowly undressed himself, listening to Terzo’s cries, leaving everything he wore on the floor except his belt.

He slid into bed, leaning against the headboard. He commanded Terzo, “Come here.”

Terzo struggled. He slowly clamored to his knees, shaking fiercely, and crawled towards him, eventually dragging himself on his lap. Omega wrapped the belt around his neck, fastening it snuggly before giving it a terse yank. Terzo fell forward, catching himself on his chest. Omega held a claw under his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Ride me.”

Terzo shuddered, looking as if tears were filling his eyes. He nodded.

“Speak.”

Terzo moaned. “Yes… mostriciatto… I will…”

Terzo clamored to sit up, using Omega’s shoulders to steady himself. He looked down, grabbed Omega’s dick, and pressed it against himself. 

“There is… lube…” Terzo breathed, pointing at his nightstand.

He never held any patience for the suffering cardinal. Omega grabbed him by the hips and, with a bit of effort, shoved himself inside.

Terzo shouted in pain, then whined in pleasure. He hung his head, hand pressed to his forehead, gasping.

“Every time…” Terzo mumbled.

Omega yanked on the belt, stopping him from collapsing by holding his shoulder. Terzo’s breath caught with the hold of the belt. 

“Move.”

Terzo, with great effort, complied, raising and lowering himself with stuttered breaths and moaning. After only a few short thrusts, he came. A white stream that painted Omega’s stomach, his untouched cock kicking a few times, his ass tightening around Omega. He sank down, trembling, supporting himself by planting his hands on Omega’s hips.

Omega did not stop the flow of quintessence. Tears slipped down Terzo’s face.

“Mos… Mostri…” 

Omega held his face, wiping away a tear with his thumb. He said coldly, “I won’t stop until you make me cum.”

Terzo shook his head. Omega gripped the belt. “Keep. Going.”

He gasped against it, holding the belt with his hands. He let out a strained sob. Hesitantly, he began to move, placing his hands again on Omega’s shoulders, pushing himself up and down.

Omega peered at him callously. Deep down, while he loved the sight of Terzo so desperate, he knew he was going about it wrong. But when he remembered what Terzo said, he just became angrier. Unsatisfied. Covetous. Hedonistic.

“Faster,” he barked, frustrated. Terzo whined, tears falling from his chin to Omega’s stomach. So overwhelmed. His legs shook like they never had before. He sank down and stopped entirely.

“Fuck,” Omega seethed, growing rageful by the second. “I said faster.”

“I— I— I— am— t—trying—“ Terzo wailed. “It’s— too much—” He covered his face, collapsing in on himself like a dying star.

You are an asshole.

Omega roared, a monstrous sound that erupted from his throat, born of pure aggravation., like an animal that had been starved for too long. He grabbed Terzo’s hips and pushed him on his back. Terzo fell to the bed, his legs practically vibrating as they hung in the air.  Omega continued to pour that ever so pleasurable magic into him, just as he began to pound his cock into his tight ass.

“You wanted this!” Omega shouted. Terzo continued to tremble, covering his face, sporting another measly erection from the unending quintessence rushing through his veins. He said nothing in reply. He could not even hope to respond. He was too busy drooling on himself, losing control of his body.

Omega snarled, confused in his own rage. “Answer me! Tell me this is what you want!” 

Omega dragged his claws down his body, drawing blood. Terzo did not answer. Only incomprehensible sobs. Omega fucked him harder.

“Tell me to stop!” Omega said, desperate now, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. “Say stop!”

Omega grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands away from his face. Terzo’s eyes were rolled back, lashes fluttering, mouth agape in whatever form of moan or sob or scream emitting from him.

Beautiful.

Omega clenched his jaw. He grabbed him by the arms, sinking his nails within to hold him tight, thrusting as hard as he could. 

 “Mm… Mos…!”

The bed shook with the force. Terzo shook with more, and he came again. His body clenched down so hard that, for a moment, Omega thought he might get stuck.

And it felt amazing. 

With Omega’s orgasm came a wild jerk, one that made the bed shriek sharply in protest. He lost his connection to Terzo, finally ending the torturous waterfall of quintessence devouring the poor cardinal. Lost in his fog of pleasure, he fell forward, burying his head in Terzo’s shoulder, holding onto him like he was lost at sea. After a few more thrusts, they were still, with nothing but the sound of Terzo’s gentle sobbing, his soft hiccups as he calmed down.

His arms surrounded Omega. They slid around his back, massaging circles in his skin. It was strange, yet soothing. Omega was satiated, the rage dissipating, feeling calm.

“I’m sorry, mostriciatto,” Terzo murmured, his voice breaking slightly. “I asked for too much.”

Omega rose slightly, able to meet his eyes. He shook his head, pained by Terzo’s expression. His tears. His guilt.

“Don’t you apologize.” Omega took in a few deep breaths, and when he opened his eyes again, he noticed Terzo listening closely, watching him with intrigue. He looked away, finishing his sentence with, “I’m sorry.”

“Is Omega ghoul apologizing to me?”

Omega could no longer get mad. He was ashamed, abashed, disgusted by his own brutality. He simply nodded. 

“Then I forgive you.” 

Astonished, Omega turned to look at him just as he reached up to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. 

Terzo blinked up at him. Smiling. Omega felt his heart pounding. From his mind were bursts of adoration and happiness that Omega could not bear, that made him want to scream and sprint away from the bedroom. It smelled like roses.

Oh, how he despised him. 

But he could not despise him. Not anymore.

Omega gently touched his face, wiping away residual tears from his eyes, trying not to smear his makeup further. Terzo shut them, sighing serenely. His face. It filled his mind. His gentle face. His handsome face. His cute face.

Terzo interrupted his thoughts, opening his eyes once more.

“That was a bit much, though,” Terzo chuckled. “I think it was the yelling at me. That is usually fine, but you were angry, not sexy.”

Omega hardly listened. His face.

The aggression returned, but Omega bit it back. Instead he pulled out of Terzo, causing the cardinal to groan lightly, and sat at the edge of the bed. He sighed, clearing his mind.

“You called me an asshole,” Omega said quietly. He drew up his legs, wrapping his arms around them, his tail curling at his feet. He stared at a flaw in the patterned wallpaper behind his nightstand.

“You are not an asshole.” Terzo also sat up, sitting next to him. “I was speaking in bed. You do not-so-nice things, and it turns me on. But— err— perhaps asshole was the wrong word. Simple, eh, miscommunication. In normal life, you are quite good.” 

Omega did not answer. This prompted Terzo to keep talking. 

“Si, you are responsible and caring for the Ministry. They do not appreciate you, but I do.”

Omega turned his head towards him, still not quite meeting his eyes.

“When I become Papa,” Terzo continued, “Things will change. You will not be so stressed. You have my word.”

“Why does that matter to you?” Omega finally said.

“Ghoul, you are a gift from Satan, not a feelingless tool. You do not deserve to be enslaved by the cruelty of man. This is why you are angry, si?”

Omega’s eyes widened.

“We are lucky to have such magnificent creatures in our midst,” Terzo said. “Imperator does not understand. Perhaps she has not learned to know you. No human has been to me what you have been.”

Omega was at a loss for words. Was this truly the cardinal he had hated for so long? The drunk idiot skulking around ministry halls? This sober man was worlds away from the cardinal Omega thought he knew. Someone that could, somehow, so clearly read others better than Omega himself, and was thoughtful as a result. Someone that Omega thought he was like, before his life became a constant hailstorm of resentment and rage.

“What have I been to you?” Omega eventually asked.

“You are my mostriciatto, of course.”

Omega’s heart dropped. 

What was this man doing to him?

He abruptly stood and looked around as though uncertain of his intent. He caught sight of his clothes on the ground and snatched them up.

“Are you leaving so soon?”

Omega paused. “You aren’t done?”

Terzo sighed, hugging himself and looking away. “I am. I just thought you might stay tonight.”

Why?

The question rattled around his brain. One word. There was no reason for Terzo to treat him this way, to be so forgiving, to want him. To act so kind and say these things that made his chest feel strange. To possess him, to call him his mostriciatto.

Omega dropped his clothes, sitting again on the bed. Terzo’s feelings of shock struck the air like lightning, pervading Omega’s consciousness. Terzo was not expecting him to stay. Neither was he.

Omega said, “Okay.”

A warm vanilla scent graced his senses. Happiness. Relief. Intimacy. Terzo wanted this. Omega had never willingly spent the night with him before.

“Really?”

Omega nodded.

Terzo leaned against his arm. Without seeing his face, Omega knew he was smiling. “You have been surprising me as of recent, mostriciatto. I hope you keep doing that.”

Omega’s tail flicked back and forth. This time, let himself be. 

“I’m sorry. For yelling, I mean. And being an asshole. Again.” Omega’s words escaped him like vomit, feeling the need to apologize again.

“I do forgive you, Omega ghoul. Is there anything you would like to do tonight?”

Omega shook his head.

“We drink?”

Omega jumped up, scowling at him, ready to throw the entire night away.

Terzo laughed. “I kid, I kid! Calm down, ghoul, I know you do not like it. I do not need to drink with you around, I promise. Come, sit now.”

Omega sighed, relieved. He listened to his command, returning to his side. 

“Actually, I should not have sit. My quilt is ruined.”

Terzo slowly rose, and they both looked down at the mess he left behind. Well, it was really Omega’s mess that was left behind. 

“I will shower,” Terzo declared, snatching up his robe, discarded on one of his armchairs, and wrapping himself within.

Omega nodded. He hesitated, watching Terzo walk away. 

“Do you…” Omega started. Terzo paused, looking over his shoulder. “…I mean, I want to shower.”

Terzo smirked. He held up his hand and curled his finger back, beckoning the ghoul. Omega, though embarrassed, obediently followed his gesture, trailing after him into his bathroom.

Terzo turned on the water. They both lingered for a moment, subtle glances directed anywhere but their eyes. When the water began steaming, Terzo hung his robe on a nearby hook and stepped inside the standing shower, leaving the glass door ajar.

Omega shuffled towards him, shutting the door behind him. He looked down. Terzo’s hair was wet, flat against his head with strands sticking to his forehead. Black eye makeup streamed down his face just as residual blood rinsed from his fresh scratches, giving him a hauntingly beautiful complexion, like a painting thrust into the rain.

“What do you smile at, hm?” Terzo asked. 

Omega had not realized. He set his face in stone. “Nothing.”

“Ha, I know. I am only now realizing I forgot my eyes.” He grabbed a bottle of some sort of cream, squirted it onto his fingertips, and scrubbed furiously at his face. He turned towards the spray, rinsing it off. Omega idly held his waist, blaming their close proximity.

“Is it gone?” Terzo spun and looked up at him.

“Yeah,” Omega said, feeling his face heat up. Indeed, his face was clear, and it felt to Omega just a tad too intimate to see his face like this. At least last time he saw his face, when Terzo was hungover, he looked too awful to inspire such thoughts. Now shone his true complexion, and it was bugging Omega in some type of way.

Terzo fell forward, pressing his cheek against Omega’s chest and hugging him. Omega naturally embraced him back.

He sighed softly. “Mostriciatto, what are we doing here?”

Omega ran his fingers through Terzo’s hair. “I don’t know.”

“It would not work, would it?”

Omega wanted to feign ignorance, but they both knew what Terzo meant. Omega, as hard as he tried, could not be blind to Terzo’s feelings. 

“No.” His heart twisted painfully.

Terzo nodded, his face gliding against Omega’s wet chest.

“But we can keep fucking?”

“Yeah,” Omega murmured. “It’s easier to hide.”

“Is that why it would not work?” Terzo looked up.

“What?”

“Because we could not hide. Is that why?”

“No.”

Terzo’s eyebrows twitched, confused. “Oh. Is it… You do not feel the same?”

“I don’t.” 

He knew it was a lie before it even left his mouth. But Terzo was not the one able to read his intent, and so he believed him. His face fell, and he looked away, returning to their hug. Disappointment. Sadness. 

“Oh.”

The smell of roses faded. It broke Omega’s heart. But somehow, he believed it was the right thing to do. 

“I hope it is not awkward then,” Terzo laughed, but it was strained. “I am sorry, mostriciatto.”

Omega could hardly withstand the feelings of hurt and confusion radiating off him. It would not work. Not because of Terzo, or the Ministry, or any of the plethora of minute yet valid reasons that they could not be together. Omega had wrapped himself up in an angry facade to keep the world at bay, but he had not forgotten his own, true emotions.

He was afraid.

“Don’t apologize.”

It took everything inside of Omega not to take it all back. This was for the best, he knew. Omega always had to make the sacrifice.

“Then forget I said anything,” Terzo laughed again. He untangled himself from Omega, turning to the shower. He started cleaning himself. “I want to keep fucking you, that is all that is important, si?”

“Terzo—“

“Please. Do not say anything.”

Omega watched him shower in awkward silence. They took turns under the spray, saying nothing.  They did not speak another word until they had left the bathroom, with Terzo sitting in his bed, robe around him, looking up at Omega hesitating to join.

“You may leave if you want,” Terzo finally said. He crossed his arms, looking away.

Omega grappled with himself, struggling to let the cardinal go in his mind. 

And in the end, his heart won.

Omega wordlessly slipped under the covers, lying next to him. After a moment, Terzo cautiously shifted closer, lying on his chest. Omega put his arm around him, and felt Terzo’s tension and unease dissipate with the act. He nestled against his side, sighing contentedly. A hint of rosey fragrance graced Omega’s nose.

“Goodnight, mostriciatto.”

“Goodnight.”

~end of act one~

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MASTERLIST v2.0

Here is the up to date list of my work, including links to the stories on my AO3 page

All of my works are 18+ and most contain NSFW themes.

There is probably something for everyone here - epic sagas, small multi chapter fics, oneshots, ghouls, demons, witches, angels, Papas, smut, fluff, intricate world building, smut, heartbreak, tragedy, soul bonding, angst, smut...

You get the idea.

I've tried to put my own spin on the lore of the Ghost universe by mixing the ghouls and the Papas with my own original characters, and stitching it all together to create a huge multiverse.

Essence of Quinn is my main WIP right now. 600k words, 250+ chapters; the glue that binds all my worlds together (it's also the longest and most commented on fic on Ao3 under the Ghost Sweden Band tag).

Masterlist below:

ESSENCE OF QUINN

590k words (ongoing)

MxM, FxM

OC ghoul x OC ghoul

Secondo, original ghoul characters and actual ghoul characters

A child of Fate, a slave to destiny.

Quinn is a quintessence ghoul with a tragic and traumatic past who is cursed with visions. He's summoned to Earth to work with the Clergy. Epicness and spice ensues.

NAMELESS GHOUL

134k words (complete with occasional updates)

FxM

OC ghoul x Sunshine

Papa IV, Secondo, current ghouls

A ghoul is summoned illegally and enslaved by a rogue sect of the Clergy.

BLACKENED FEATHERS

92k words (complete)

FxM

Omega x OFC

Terzo, Alpha and the rest of the papas and ghouls along with some originals.

Heaven and Hell collide, but who will come out on top?

BURNING FOR YOU

16k words (ongoing)

FxM

Alpha ghoul x OC ghoulette

Papa IV, Terzo, Secondo and all of the ghouls and original character ghouls.

Fire ghoul Alpha has impulse control and anger issues. He finds himself falling for an off limits water ghoulette with scary guard dog bodyguards. Biker ghoul fun and smut ensues.

UNHOLY COMMUNION

20k words (complete)

FxM, FxMxM, FxMulti

OC fire ghoul x OC Sister of Sin

Evil Secondo AU, dark smut

Secondo and his ghouls pay a visit to a small rural abbey to perform mass. A Sister gets up close and very personal with his mysterious fire ghoul.

MUSHY MAY 2024

5.6k words (ongoing)

MxM, various

Secondo, Phantom ghoul, Aether ghoul, Dewdrop ghoul, Alpha ghoul, Omega ghoul, various originals

Ficlets using Forlorn-Crows' Mushy May challenge prompts

THE GLOVES STAY ON

2k words (ongoing)

FxMxM

Terzo x Omega x Sister of Sin

A Sister Of Sin is left hanging and at the mercy of Terzo and his ghoul.

Alternative title: Fucked by Terzomega.

KINKTOBER 2023/2024

18k words (complete)

FxM, MxM, Multi

Various characters

A collection of short fics based on Kinktober 2023 & 2024 prompts.

QUAIR ONESHOTS

15k words (ongoing)

MxM

Original ghoul Quinn x Original ghoul Air

Sometimes I get smut ideas that will have no context for the main story of Essence of Quinn, so I will put them here when the mood takes me.

Various spicy scenarios including edging, cock warming, overstimulation, phone sex, ghouls in corsets, idiots in love etc. etc.

SECOND CHANCES

2k words (ongoing)

FxM

Secondo x OFC

Secondo has been alone for many years since tragic events took the love of his life from him. He's spent a big chunk of that time living up to the playboy image that others have, but behind the persona he feels so, so lonely.

When one of his ghouls is badly injured, Secondo must work closely with the Abbey's head physician, Astrid, to try and save him. He enjoys the challenges set by her fierce intellect and finds himself reluctantly falling for her charms.

Can the old playboy find it in himself to give love a second chance? The only thing standing in his way is himself.

FIRE & WATER

12k words (ongoing)

MxM

Secondo's fire ghoul x Secondo's water ghoul

Secondo's fire ghoul surprises his mate with an unexpected and well deserved date night. Sweet smut ensues.

Spin off from Essence of Quinn, but it works as a standalone smut fic.

GO WITH THE FLOW

5.6k words, ongoing

FxM

OC earth ghoul x OFC

Secondo's earth ghoul has never been interested in humans before. He's the biggest ghoul at the Abbey and he steers clear of them because he's always been told how fragile they are.

Everything changes though when he meets Zoe, a human who supplies the Clergy with their ritual ingredients and supplies. His seer packmate lets slip that Zoe might just be his mate and it all goes downhill from there.

SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES

1.5k words, ongoing

Special ghoul x Mist ghoulette

Terzo's ghoulette Mist lost her potential mate Special thirteen years ago under tragic circumstances. Just lately though, she's convinced herself that she's seen him around the Abbey.

With the help of her packmate and good friend Alpha she tries to piece together what's going on.

It's All Hallows Eve and the veil between worlds is thin. Will Mist finally get to say goodbye to her lost love? Or will her heart get broken all over again? Anything can happen on Halloween 👻

Anyway, check out my page and see if anything catches your eye. As always, be mindful of the AO3 tags. Thanks for reading 🖤

[ghuleh-recs]

In honor of @anamelessfool’s birthday I have made us all a mixtape of my personal must-reads from her incredible arsenal of fanfiction. You are not ready for how brilliant her writing is. There is truly something for everyone. Whether you’re a reader-insert enjoyer, a terzomega enjoyer, or even a late-1970s noir mystery enjoyer—Fool’s got you covered. Tight plotting, satisfying characterizations, and lovingly constructed lore can be found in every single one of her creations. Her world building is unmatched and never fails to blow my mind. Don’t even get me started on her young papa portrayals. I frequently have to kick my feet and scream into my pillow over how wonderful (and sometimes heartbreaking) they are.

To top it off, Fool is a terrific artist and such an interesting and lovely person. Have you seen @resin-popia?! What can’t she do?

Please do yourself a favor and check out the recs below. Be sure and leave some bday comments and kudos if you do! Like I said, there is something for everyone.

Recs under the cut.

Violence & Gentleness - Primo x OC

You made me forget myself...I thought I was someone else, someone good... LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

For One Creature's Sake - Primo and Copia

"Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it."- Frankenstein's Monster Moments in Primo's and Copia's lives.

Ribbons & Ties - Terzo x Omega

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Reciprocity - Terzo x Omega

Terzo and Omega spend a tender afternoon together. Nothing bad ever happens to them ever again.

No Deal - Nihil x F!Reader

1970Nihil was one of these friends of friends of friends. Some forty-something cat who lived further up in the mountains, in what you suspected was some sort of commune. Shit like that was pretty common around here. The higher up in the mountains, the weirder folks got. Could be the altitude. You've decided to live a quiet bohemian life, but one of your clients Nihil has plans for you that afternoon other than just chatting about the latest albums.

Sweeter Red - Copia x OC

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

VIII Strength - Copia x GN!Reader

VIII STRENGTH Strength (Physical and Will), courage, persuasion, influence, compassion Copia is a pent up sort of man, he always has been. He enjoys being Papa but on his worst days the title has a near physical weight pressed across his shoulders. He comes home to you, and you can tell when it's been one of those days. Luckily, he has you to guide him.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

Did I forget your favorite? You've got a standing invitation from me to add your own rec and reblog ♡

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To Borrow A Rat

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 5 - Animals

Terzo x Omega

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ Terzo is the mayor of Lucifer's Hollow and Omega recently moved there to open a vet clinic, Paws and Claws ~

Warnings: cuteness (i hope) and fluff, sfw, 1,700 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“I need to borrow one of your rats.”

Terzo ignored the bewildered look Copia gave him and went right for the cage against the office wall.  Three pairs of eyes peered at him curiously, unsure of what to make of the person now attempting to open their cage.  

“Get your hands off of that, idiota!” 

“Ai!  Just for a little while!”  When Copia swatted at the back of his head Terzo spun around with a hiss,  “I will bring it right back.”

“You’re not borrowing a rat.”  Copia managed to get between his brother and the cage.  Two sets of mismatched eyes glared at each other until eventually Terzo flounced away, going over to the couch along the opposite wall and flinging himself onto it.  “Terzo, why do you want to borrow a rat?”

“Well, you see,”  Terzo sat there opening and closing his mouth while he seemed to debate on what to say to his brother.  “Ok.  The thing is…”

“Just spit it out, I am busy!”

“I met someone.”

“Oh Lucifer’s balls here we go.”

“Hey!  You asked and I am telling!”

“I should’ve guessed.”  Copia walked back over to his desk and sat down, grabbing the book he had been reading before Terzo barged in.  “You cannot borrow one of my rats.  Especially for whatever the fuck you were planning.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“No, no I am the opposite of curious.  Please stop talking.”

“His name is Omega.”

“The veterinarian?”  Terzo nodded enthusiastically but when he started to speak again Copia waved him off.  “No.  That’s a horrible plan.”

“You haven’t even let me tell you the plan!”

“You want to borrow one of my perfectly healthy rats, pretend it’s sick and then take it to the vet to waste Omega’s time all under the pretense of trying to get a date with him.”

“What the fuck.”

“Please leave poor Omega alone, you’re gonna run him out of town before he’s even settled in.”

“Fratellino.”  Terzo got up from the couch, wandering over to Copia with his hands clasped together.  “Copia, per favore.  I uh, I like him.”

“Then talk to him like a normal person.”

“Where?  How?  I never run into him even in this tiny fucking town.”

“Then how do you know that you like him?”

“I have a feel—“  When Copia groaned, Terzo reached forward and grabbed the book out of his hands, smacking him over the head with it.  “Fucking listen you stronzino!  I have a feeling, ok?  I met him at the ribbon cutting for his clinic and there was something there.  I swear to you.”

“Ok!  Ok, I get it.”  Copia lowered his head into his hands, rubbing at his face violently before looking back up at Terzo.  “Why can’t you just go there and talk to him?” 

“I can’t do that.”

“Terzo, you are the mayor.  This is your town, sì?  You could do anything.”

“SÌ, like borrowing a rat because my plan is better.”

“No.”

“You have three rats you can loan me one for a few fucking hours!”

“Get out before I have Aether drag you out.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Alright, fine.  But I’ll call Secondo and he will.”  

Another stare off began but as soon as Copia reached for his cell phone Terzo growled and stalked towards the door.  A vicious string of Italian trailed behind his brother until Copia heard the front door slam shut.    

Omega checked his clipboard quickly before quickly heading into the exam room.

“Alright I hear we have a rat not feeling the be–oh.  Hello.”

“Ciao.”  The mayor of Lucifer’s Hollow fidgeted in place before gesturing towards the white rat sitting on the table.  “This is my rat and he is ah.  Sick.”

“I didn’t know you had rats too.”

“Oh sì, me and Copia.”  Terzo reached out as if to pet the animal but then quickly pulled his hand away.  “We are rat…fans.”

“They’re a good choice, they make amazing pets.”  

Omega smiled at the man while he moved closer.  He had not expected to see him again, not since the somewhat disastrous ribbon cutting for the opening of his clinic, Paws and Claws.  Disastrous since Omega could not stop himself from staring at Terzo openly.  There had even been a horrific moment when he couldn’t help himself and had leaned in close to smell him.  Honestly the whole event was embarrassing and he had done nothing but kick himself since.

“He is an amazing little uh, thing.”

“What’s his name?”  

Omega glanced up from the information sheet after noticing Terzo had left that part blank.  The man stared at him blankly for a handful of seconds, seemingly at a loss for words.  Terzo looked down at the rat which was busy cleaning itself, its little hands rubbing across its head. 

“Il suo nome?”  Omega nodded when Terzo looked back to him, mismatched eyes meeting his purple ones.  “Bello.”

“Bello?  I like that, is it Italian?”  Terzo pressed his lips together, nodding his head quickly.  “Well it’s nice.  He looks just like Copia’s rat, Brizio.  Are they from the same litter?”

He only got a few nods in return and man, this was awkward as hell.  Omega suppressed a sigh as he moved closer to the exam table, his hands reaching out towards the small animal.  It was pretty clear Terzo had zero interest in him, the man could barely look him in the eyes.  All the silly fantasies Omega had created since meeting him dissipated and he was left with the almost overwhelming feeling that had made him leave his previous home and move here in the first place.

The overwhelming feeling of being alone.

Omega cleared his throat as he let Bello sniff at his hands.  He felt a little nibble on one of his claws and he couldn’t help but laugh, this one was definitely related to Brizio.  Copia’s rat had done the same thing.  

“You are very good with animals.”

Terzo’s voice startled him, the accented voice sounding much warmer than it had a moment ago.  He looked up to see Terzo staring at him, something unreadable on his face.

“It helps being a quintessence ghoul, probably cheating even.  Since I can help keep them calm.”  Omega picked up Bello when the rat climbed onto his hand, bringing him a bit closer to look him over.  “You said he was sneezing?”

“Who?”  Terzo blinked a few times before shaking his head,  “Oh Bello, sì.  Lots of sneezing.”

A phone ringing cut through the air and Terzo cursed under his breath before shoving his hand in his jacket pocket.  He took a quick glance at the screen before declining the call and putting it away.

“Is it possible he got something in his nose?  His breathing sounds fine.”  

The phone rang again and while he held his stethoscope to Bello’s side Terzo turned away to answer the call.  Omega tried not to eavesdrop but it was clear whoever was on the other end was angry although he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“I am busy!”  Terzo ended the call while he turned around, wincing when he saw Omega staring at him.  “Mi dispiace.”

“It’s ok, I can’t even imagine how busy you probably are.”

“Not busy enough to come see you.”  Omega nearly dropped the rat at Terzo’s words.  He felt his cheeks pink up, a look that Terzo started to mirror before he held his hands up.  “With my rat!  See you with my rat.  Since you are the rat…doctor.”

Damn.

“Yeah that’s me.  The rat doctor.”  He knew he was doing a terrible job hiding his disappointment but he couldn’t help it.  With a sigh he set Bello down and took a few steps back from the table to lean against the door.  “He’s perfectly healthy so no need to worry.”

“Oh well, bene!  Good.”  Terzo reached out for the rat, hesitating briefly before awkwardly picking it up.  “I suppose that’s it then.”

“Yep.  But if you hear anything else feel free to ca–shit!”

The door opened up behind him causing Omega to stumble back into the hallway.  He ended up falling against whoever had opened it and the two barely stayed upright.  Omega could feel the irritation coming off of whoever it was in waves and when he finally straightened up he found himself staring into a different set of odd colored eyes.

“Terzo!  Sei uno stupido stronzo, where is he?!”

Omega watched as the two men both let loose a string of Italian at each other, vicious sounding words that had him flinching.  He felt like an intruder, although this was his damn clinic, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.  It wasn’t until a gentle hand on his shoulder startled him that he managed to look away.

“Sorry about this.”  Aether wandered by and went into the room to collect the rat before coming back out to stand with Omega.  “Copia insisted on coming to get Brizio.”

“Brizio?”  Omega looked down at the rat in confusion before looking into the room at the arguing brothers.  “I thought this was Bello.”

His friend let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he looked back into the room as well.

“Copia does tell him he’s handsome a lot but no.  This is Brizio.”

Unholy hell this was confusing.  Omega kept glancing between the rat and Terzo, trying to put everything together.  The brothers were still only using Italian but when Omega finally caught Terzo’s eyes the man’s face flushed before he looked back at Copia.  Wait…

“Bello means handsome?”  

Aether nodded, a knowing smirk on his face.  Omega found himself unable to bite back a smile, even after digging his fangs into his bottom lip.  He checked the time on his watch before scribbling his number on a corner of the exam form and tearing it off to hand to Aether.

“What’s this?”

Omega ignored Aether for a moment, looking back at Terzo with a grin.  He winked at the man, pleased beyond belief when Terzo’s mouth fell open in surprise.  After a few seconds of eye contact Omega turned back to Aether, slapping his friend on the shoulder before going to another exam room and his next appointment.

“Tell Terzo I do house calls.”

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