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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.

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Gifts of the Sabbath (Part 2)

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut

3.4k words

Chapter 1 Ao3 Version

Omega gives Terzo roses. Terzo gives Omega... something else.

When they finally made it to the bedside after what felt like an eternity, Omega was allowed to sit up on his knees. Omega could see that there was another black box waiting for them on the bed. He swallowed hard; Terzo had been scheming. Omega felt antsy.

“These seem to have gotten awfully tight,” Terzo said, gesturing to his black lace panties. He was right. Terzo’s bulge was straining hard against the fabric, the seams protesting. “I think I’ll need your help getting them off, amore.” His voice was positively dripping with lust. Omega eagerly reached up to remove them, but Terzo moved to stop him, tutting. 

“Not with your hands.” Terzo smiled down at him wickedly. Omega whimpered. He tried his best to do as he was told. He grabbed at the lace with his teeth, taking great care not to accidentally graze Terzo’s skin with his fangs or rip the delicate material. It was a frustrating process, and Omega was surprised to find the humiliation welcoming. He could feel the heat coming off of Terzo, could smell the vanilla on his skin. Finally Omega freed Terzo’s hips and allowed the underwear to shimmy down his legs, Terzo kicking them off haphazardly. Terzo stood at attention, reddened and glistening with precum. Omega salivated at the sight. Omega moved to grab him, but again Terzo stopped him.

“Ah ah, not yet, bello. I have one more gift for you. That was practice.” Practice for what? Terzo sat on the bed, reaching back behind him for the black box. Omega could see that there were multiple objects in the box, but couldn’t make out what they were. What Terzo pulled out, though, was a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. Omega’s stomach dropped. He didn’t know if his body could handle all of this in one day.

“Will you wear these? Is that ok?” Terzo asked, speaking softly, looking at him directly. Omega nodded before he could even get the question out. Terzo knelt down behind him, securing his arms together. The cuffs just barely fit, but they didn’t dig into his skin. They were flimsy; he could easily break them if he wanted to. No real danger, should anything happen. He could work with this. 

Terzo sat back down on the bed, leaning back on his palms. Omega inched closer to him on his knees, face pleading. Omega was so close to Terzo that he could almost taste him, but he waited. Terzo smiled fondly at him and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Unable to use his hands, Omega caught Terzo with his mouth. He closed his eyes and hummed, savoring the taste. He trailed his forked tongue over veins and swirled around the tip, making sure to be careful of his fangs. Terzo moaned low and grabbed the back of Omega’s head with one hand. Omega was throbbing, already hard again. He worked Terzo, wanting to hear more of his beautiful noises. But just as those noises were growing louder, Terzo tugged at Omega’s hair, asking him to pull away. Omega was disappointed, but listened, spit trailing as he released him. 

“You’ve had your taste, amore. Now, on the bed. Up,” Terzo directed, catching his breath, running a finger along the underside of Omega’s jaw. He helped Omega stand on shaky legs. Once he was situated at the foot of the bed, Terzo did something he wasn’t expecting. He tied Omega’s leash to the intricate wrought iron bedframe, giving him about a foot of slack. Enough to sit comfortably, but not enough to reach any further on the bed. At the other end of the bed in front of him was a stack of pillows. Terzo proceeded to situate himself on them, propping himself up. Omega had a spectacular view of everything. Especially his face. 

Omega could be in for more than he bargained for.

Terzo gave himself a few quick strokes, then opened the black box beside him and pulled out a bottle. He made a show of spreading his legs for Omega, running his hands up his inner thighs. Terzo coated his fingers with lube and slipped one inside, sighing with relief. He stared directly at Omega as he fingered himself, eye contact growing so intense that Omega wanted to look away, but he couldn’t; he was entranced. Omega’s face and chest were flushed a dark purple. Terzo threw his head back with a groan as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly. He started curling his fingers upwards, massaging his prostate. Precum dripped onto Terzo’s stomach. Omega whined at the sight, his own cock aching and dripping onto the bed.

Terzo withdrew, apparently satisfied with his preparation. What was he preparing for when Omega was restrained at the other end of the bed, though? Omega was getting more anxious by the second.

Terzo opened the black box again, this time pulling out a toy: a large purple dildo with a flared base. Omega’s heart sank as Terzo lubed up the toy, looking at him as he stroked it teasingly. Omega’s cock jumped and he felt a twinge of jealousy; it should be him getting all that attention. At least Omega was bigger than the toy, he thought to himself.

Terzo lay back again, legs spread even wider this time. The collar began to feel tighter and more restrictive by the second. Terzo hissed as he inserted the tip. His face contorted in pleasure as he slowly pushed the toy inside, moaning. Omega strained against the leash, choking himself in his need to get closer. He was lightheaded as he watched Terzo fuck himself. His thrusts started long and slow, nearly pulling all the way out on each stroke. Terzo let out a dreamy sigh, again looking Omega directly in the eyes. Omega’s cock was weeping.

As Terzo’s speed built, so did the heat inside of Omega. He felt like he could combust at any second. Terzo was moaning and sweating as he began to move his hips in time with his thrusts. Terzo’s free hand gripped the sheets, and then his cock. He pumped himself in time with his thrusts, his noises growing louder and more needy. Omega was huffing and sweating, desperate to touch Terzo, to be inside of him. He thought very seriously about breaking the handcuffs and untying himself, but he didn’t. He waited. He wanted to be good.

Suddenly Terzo stopped. He released himself and withdrew the toy. He caught his breath for a moment, and then he sat up. He crawled towards Omega. Omega’s heart raced impossibly faster. Terzo got close enough that Omega could feel the heat coming off of him. He was just barely out of reach, no matter how hard he tried. And he did try, nearly choking himself out in his need to touch Terzo. Terzo grinned down at Omega.

Terzo reached out and ran his fingers through Omega’s hair soothingly with one hand, furiously working himself with the other. Terzo was so close to Omega, right in front of his face. Omega’s wrists burned. All he had to do was break these flimsy cuffs and he could touch Terzo. His chest was heaving, he was on the verge of tears. Lucifer help him, he needed to touch Terzo–

Terzo suddenly grabbed Omega by one of his horns, yanking him down to be on level with his cock. Terzo threw his head back with a shamelessly loud moan and came across Omega’s face, bathing it in warmth. Omega started panting, salivating. His hands strained at the cuffs, trying with all of his might to stay still. To not break them. He trembled. Be good. Be good. Please be good. For Terzo. He was so hard that it hurt. A single tear rolled down his unmarred cheek.

Terzo released Omega, leaning back on his palms for a few moments to catch his breath. He was sweaty but glowing. Omega thought he looked positively radiant, and that mischievous twinkle had yet to leave his eyes. Another tear escaped. Omega was still aching to touch him. Terzo reached out and caressed Omega’s cheek. Omega leaned into his touch.

“Look at you, bello. You are so beautiful like this. Such a good boy.” Terzo praised. “My perfect ghoul.” Omega felt like he was going to pass out. Terzo drew his hand away from Omega’s face, one of his fingers coated with his own cum. Omega quickly caught the digit with his mouth before Terzo could withdraw, greedily sucking it clean. Omega distantly thought about all of the teasing he’d heard over the years from clergy members about ghouls going into heat like animals. This must be what that would feel like. He felt crazed, feral. Out of control.

Terzo chuckled at his desperation.

“You’ve been so good for your Papa,” he spoke softly. He reached down the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube, filling his palm. When he finally grabbed Omega’s cock after what had felt like hours of it begging to be touched, Omega almost came on the spot. He bit his tongue against a shout, a strangled sound escaping instead. Omega felt like he was going to vibrate out of his body as Terzo slicked him, praying for what was next. Terzo leaned forward to grace his cheek with a lingering kiss. Omega didn’t move, didn’t dare disobey and ruin his chance at relief.

“Now I’m going to uncuff you, and you’re going to stay still like a good boy. Do you understand?” Omega nodded enthusiastically. Terzo reached behind Omega and undid the cuffs, allowing them to fall onto the bed. Omega let his arms rest at his sides but didn’t move, frozen in place. Terzo looked Omega directly in the eyes, his hand on the clasp to remove the leash from the collar.

“You’ve been such a good ghoul,” Terzo repeated. “Such a good ghoul that I’m going to let you fuck me now. Is that what you want?” Omega whimpered and nodded, unable to find his voice. His breath was coming quick, almost hyperventilating. Terzo undid the leash, leaving the pink collar on Omega’s neck but freeing him from the bedframe. 

Omega immediately pounced on him, pushing him back onto the bed and wedging himself between Terzo’s thighs. When he entered Terzo, it was with a cry from both of them, Omega’s of relief, Terzo’s of overstimulation. Omega looked at Terzo with concern in his eyes but found himself unable to speak. 

“Nnn, don’t stop,” Terzo hissed, wanting to reassure Omega. His legs drew up Omega’s sides to wrap around his waist. Terzo’s nails scored down Omega’s back. His teeth bit into Omega’s shoulder, muffling his noises.

Omega began to thrust hard, resting his head on Terzo’s shoulder and looking down between them. He saw that Terzo was miraculously hard again. He watched himself fuck Terzo, a mesmerizing rhythm of in and out, in and out. He thrust harder, seeing a bulge in Terzo’s stomach in response. He swallowed hard. On second thought, he shouldn’t watch if he wanted to be able to last. That might be out of the question anyway, he thought. He was slipping quickly towards the edge. He needed to make Terzo cum first. He needed it with every fiber of his being.

He propped himself up, reaching down to grab Terzo’s cock. Omega began furiously stroking, trying to catch Terzo up to where he was currently teetering. Terzo moaned loudly, throwing his head back and grinding down on Omega. Terzo clung to Omega’s for dear life. Terzo had always been a vocal lover, but Omega was more grateful now than ever that the papal suite was in a secluded wing of the building.

Omega attempted to reach out to Terzo with his quintessence, to connect their minds in his need to come together, but Terzo shook his head. 

“Too much,” was all he panted, unable to manage anything else. Terzo was probably right; he didn’t think he could hang on for much longer as it was. He gave a particularly hard thrust, hoping to finish Terzo off, but it wasn’t enough.

“Omega!” Terzo was spurred into crying. Omega had been good for far too long, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Terzo knew that saying his name drove Omega wild. Omega came with a pained yell, unable to stop his body’s reaction. He gnashed his teeth, snarling as he rode out the wave, but it kept coming. He felt so good that it almost hurt. It seemed unending, until slowly, mercifully, it began to ebb away. Unable to support his weight anymore, he slumped down on top of Terzo. Terzo let him lay there for a few minutes, stroking his back affectionately until he really was struggling to breathe.

“Amore. You are crushing me,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to lose his weight. Seeming to just now remember where he was, Omega drew out of Terzo and rolled off of him. He curled up beside Terzo, his face against Terzo’s neck, kissing. Pleading.

“I’m sorry, mio amato. I couldn’t hold on any longer.” His voice was full of genuine guilt as he remembered his earlier need to make Terzo cum. His hand traveled down Terzo’s body to grasp his cock. “Terzo. My Terzo. Please forgive me.” He slid down to nestle his head in the crook of Terzo’s arm, laying on his shoulder. The game was back on. He turned his face to catch Terzo’s nipple, swirling and sucking as he pumped him. Terzo groaned, back arching. Omega propped himself up to better reach the rest of Terzo’s chest, gently kissing and biting his way across it. He zeroed in on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, stroking Terzo all the while.

Terzo tugged on Omega’s hair, urging him to raise his head up to Terzo’s level. Omega almost wished that the leash was back, wanting to feel the tug on his throat instead. As though he knew what Omega was thinking, Terzo grabbed him by the gold ring on his collar. Omega relished the pressure. He pulled him forward until their lips met in a bruising kiss. Terzo’s other hand slid down his stomach, grazing Omega’s hand that was still working him. It continued down until he slipped two fingers inside himself, still stretched from Omega. He was slick with Omega’s cum, leaking out of him. Omega pulled away, needing to see. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted more, more, more, but his body was tapped out. So he watched, and pumped, as Terzo touched himself. Terzo curled his fingers expertly, his hips again moving in time with his hand.

“Omega,” Terzo whispered, repeating it over and over like a prayer, spreading his legs further. Omega’s cock twitched uselessly, and he growled in frustration. He was still mad at himself; he always tried to make sure they finished together. Why couldn’t he have lasted just a few minutes more? But then, he would’ve missed such a beautiful sight. 

Omega returned to Terzo’s nipple, still watching, unable to tear his eyes away. He pumped harder, faster, until Terzo’s breath was ragged. He kissed his way all the way up to Terzo’s ear, nipping. Omega was breathing heavily, too. He whispered encouragements and sweet nothings.

“Terzo… Mio amato… Please cum for me.” That did it. Terzo came across his own chest with an agonizing cry, orgasm tearing its way through his body. He shook hard, nearly sobbing, clutching desperately at Omega. Omega lapped up Terzo’s mess hungrily with his tongue. He cursed his own physical exhaustion; he never wanted this to end. He let his head rest on Terzo’s chest. When he could move again, Terzo rubbed Omega’s back, ran his hands through his hair.

“Come here,” Terzo ordered softly. When they were laying eye to eye, Terzo reached up and removed Omega’s collar. Omega’s neck felt sore. It must’ve been red and raw, because when Terzo saw the skin underneath, his eyes filled with guilt. “Oh, my poor, poor ghoul,” he said, placing several gentle kisses to his throat. Omega didn’t feel any pain, and wouldn’t have cared if he did. He was too blissfully happy to think about anything other than being in this moment with his husband.

“I am so sorry, mio caro. I got carried away, didn’t I?

“I’m fine, tesoro. Promise,” Omega assured him. He wasn’t quite ready to confess just how much he had enjoyed himself. Instead, he further tangled himself up in Terzo’s arms, basking in his warmth. After a few long minutes, Terzo tried to sit up, but Omega clung to him.

“Amore, I need to get up now,” Terzo said, voice gentle but firm. Omega reluctantly let him go. Omega felt even lonelier in Terzo’s absence than usual.

When Terzo returned it was with a warm, damp towel in hand. Tenderly he cleaned Omega up, peppering him with little kisses along the way. Omega let him finish before pulling him back down on the bed, eliciting a startled yelp from Terzo. He held Terzo close to his chest, nuzzling his face into Terzo’s hair and inhaling deeply. They stayed like that for so long that Omega almost fell asleep, until his stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. He had been so excited when he realized that he could spend the entire day with Terzo that he’d wasted no time getting ready. What time was it? Ugh. He didn’t want to know. The inevitable march of time just brought him closer to having to say goodbye. Terzo tried to get up, but Omega didn’t let him.

“Come on, amore, you’re hungry. Let me make us something,” Terzo said, trying again to sit. Omega relented. Terzo pushed up onto an elbow, gazing down at him. Omega leaned up to steal a kiss, but Terzo dodged him. “Let me take care of you.”

“You’re already taking care of me,” Omega said earnestly, looking up at him with big, soft eyes, pleading for Terzo to just stay in the bed with him. He took Terzo’s free hand and kissed his palm. Terzo carded a hand through Omega’s hair. He cupped Omega’s chin and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I would love nothing more than to cuddle with you all day, amore, but one of us has to take charge. We aren’t in our 20s anymore, we cannot just fuck the day away. There is nothing wrong with taking a break.” Terzo stood, taking a particularly gratuitous stretch. “Besides, you need to keep up your strength,” Terzo winked.

Omega’s jaw fell slack for a second, a bolt of electricity shooting through him. He closed his eyes, composed his face, and took Terzo’s outstretched hand. Terzo got Omega’s dressing gown and retrieved his own from the sitting room floor. He tried to make Omega sit on the sofa and wait while he cooked for him, but Omega was having none of it. He followed him around the kitchen like a lost puppy. When Terzo had finally gathered everything he needed and was settled at the stove, Omega wrapped his arms around Terzo’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Terzo hummed happily.

When they had everything plated, Omega pulled his chair around to the other side of the table to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Terzo. He was unwilling to allow more than an inch between them. They talked and joked as they ate, occasionally feeding each other in turns. When they were done, Omega helped Terzo with the dishes. Omega was in domestic bliss. This was such a rare taste of the life he craved with Terzo. That they craved together. Acknowledging the rarity threatened to turn it bittersweet, but he wouldn’t let it. No. Nothing was going to ruin today. This day was a gift, and he would treasure it as such.

After lunch, they both settled down on the sofa together. They started out sitting side by side, but at some point, Omega’s head had ended up in Terzo’s lap. Terzo ran a hand through Omega’s hair, reading to him. When they reached a natural stopping point, Terzo set the book aside and looked down at Omega. He took one of Omega’s hands in his own and threaded their fingers together before kissing the back of it.

“Thank you for being so good for me today. My ghoul,” Terzo said, eyes hooded. He gave Omega’s hand another kiss, and then another. Omega sucked in a breath. He sat up, careful not to bump Terzo’s nose. Their lips met in a tender kiss. When it broke, Omega rubbed at the back of his neck, staring at the ground sheepishly before asking:

“Can we, um… Can we do that again?”

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"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.”

“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.

Omega should fuck him in this cove more often.

-

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 .”

[sisterprocrastinator]

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. 580k words, 240+ 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

560k 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

132k 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

15k 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

17k words (complete)

FxM, MxM, Multi

Various characters

A collection of short fics based on Kinktober 2023 prompts.

QUAIR ONESHOTS

5k 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

6k 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 🖤

[ghulehunknown]

DAY 2 of KINKTOBER is HERE! 🎃

**RATING: EXPLICIT** ***NSFW***

Also available on AO3

“I Wanna Be Yours”

TerzoxOmega

Summary: Terzo and Omega get together after a tour dress rehearsal, and reveal their true feelings.

Reader Notes: gender neutral terms are used for Omega’s body, and masculine terms are used for Terzo’s.

Warnings/Tags: Terzomega, gender neutral, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, rough fuck, size difference, Terzo moaning, I wrote this instead of sleeping

Word Count: 2K

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Terzo may have posed himself as an overconfident, cocksure asshole but Omega knew Terzo was a shell of a man who longed to love and be loved in return.

When the crowds and adoring fans were gone Terzo would often wallow in the emptiness and serotonin crash, finding himself at the bottom of an empty bottle. He never found solace in the drink; it was only a distraction to pass out intoxicated in the dressing rooms after a show.

Omega would find him tired but half-belligerent and carry him back to the hotel room for the night, making sure to tuck him in propped up with pillows before sweetly kissing his cheek and turning off the lights. Thankfully they were taller and broader than Terzo, and it was easy to swat away his drunken attempts to push them away. It pained them to see him this way, but he wasn’t always like this.

On the road or back at the Ministry, Terzo would take pleasure wherever and whenever he wanted, with whomever he wanted. But Omega knew they were his favorite, because he kept coming back for more. The way he would tease them onstage and strutted, almost like he was begging to get fucked. Omega would oblige, everytime, because Papa was the most generous lover they ever had. And who wouldn’t want to get fucked by an Emeritus - to be chosen?

Tonight he was in a good mood (and most importantly, sober). They were about to kick off another tour and had a successful dress rehearsal back at the Ministry. In between a couple of sets, he tried out a few new comedic lines, making flirtatious quips at Omega.

“Omega - take me right here, right now, Omega,” he growled to the invisible audience. “I want to be yours, Omega.” Thankfully, Omega was in their mask to hide blushing cheeks. Last Thursday the pair were in his office on the plush leather couch and Terzo was on top, Omega easily bouncing him up and down on their lap. The soft ways he said Omega’s name onstage sounded just like his desperate whimpers from that day.

The two walked back together to Terzo’s bedroom, laughing about the similarities of their last sexual encounter to his ritual standup “comedy.” Omega playfully pushed Terzo down the hall, a small power trip, knowing they could dominate Papa if they wanted to.

But tonight Terzo was the one in the mood for dominating. As soon as they were inside his room, Terzo trapped the ghoul by pinning them to the wall.

“Take this damn thing off so I can kiss you,” he said, not even waiting for Omega before ripping off the mask and tossing it on his dresser. He took the ghoul’s face in his hands and planted his mouth on theirs.

“Mmm!” Omega murmured into Terzo’s mouth, taken by surprise. Their lips parted to meet his, delicately caressing Papa’s. Papa met their soft touch with a coarse, primal urgency.

He pawed at their shirt, wanting to rip off the buttons - but suddenly remembered Sister would have his head if she had to order another costume in time for their performance. He huffed in annoyance, knowing he had neither the patience nor gracefulness in that moment not to rip the shirt off their back. “Take it off.” He pursed his lips, waiting impatiently to lay with his mate.

Seeing Papa so flustered and bothered made their thoughts race in such a way that would even make Lucifer blush. They unbuttoned the top and unzipped the pants, placing the show costume on the back of the leather side chair carefully to hopefully avoid wrinkles and having to iron it last minute. Why did humans even worry about such trivial things as clothes and their presentation anyway? They kicked off their shoes, and stood in front of Papa in just their boxer-briefs.

Terzo traced invisible lines along Omega’s chest with his fingertips, admiring his paramour. “Così perfetto,” he breathed, looking up into their eyes. As he gazed at Omega’s perfect body, the ghoul began to undress Papa, undoing all his buttons and zippers, until he too was standing in his underwear.

Suddenly his primadonna came out and he took his suit from Omega, waltzing over to the closet. He pulled a hanger out and carefully hung up his garments. “You better be completely naked by the time I come back,” he called. He walked back in, and they were both bare, gazing at one another longingly.

“On the bed,” he commanded, motioning for the ghoul to heed his order. Omega obeyed and backed into the bed, playfully spreading their legs apart, ensuring Terzo would get a good look at their sex.

He leaned against the wall, finally pulling off his gloves. “I am going to fuck you now, caro mio,” Terzo stated, as if that was not apparent to Omega by now.

He gazed down below Omega’s navel, in between their inner thighs. He wanted to bury his face in their soft, wet flesh and drink them.

“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” Omega asked, a half-cocked smile on their face.

Terzo shook his head and exhaled sharply out of his nose, always amused at their cheek, consistently choosing just the right moment to playfully sass their Papa. He rolled his eyes at Omega before sliding onto the bed and hooking his arms underneath their legs.

Terzo nipped at Omega’s thighs, his little bites turning into pecks peppering their legs until getting closer and closer. Terzo started to lightly suck on their swollen sex, a groan escaping his lips buzzing against flesh, in turn eliciting a small cry from Omega.

“Alla mia piccola puttana piace?” Terzo asked, knowing full well Omega did not currently have the cognitive ability to translate his provocative phrases. When Omega did not respond (as expected), Terzo chuckled and murmured, “Il mio piccolo tesoro,” before continuing.

Now that, Omega understood - and smiled, before shifting their hips a little on Terzo’s mouth for more friction. Terzo’s raven hair fell down in front of his face and tickled the inside of their thighs. Terzo bobbed his head up and down, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue, and every so often would glance up and look into Omega’s eyes - which were closed for the most part. Omega grabbed a fistful of Terzo’s dark locks, pulling him closer and grinding on his face.

“Così impaziente per il tuo Papa,” Terzo said, breaking away, an arrogant smile on his face. He pet their entrance with the tip of his finger playfully.

Omega nearly rolled their eyes at his brash behaviors, still not quite able to translate but understanding the meaning from his tone of voice regardless. Terzo had a habit of falling into his mother tongue when engrossed in his affairs, a frantic attempt to seem more alluring and mysterious. They did not fall into Terzo’s laid traps, but instead fell for the man he truly was; passionate and sentimental, their lover. If only the third Emeritus knew how to genuinely be himself…

Their thoughts trailed off and eyes fluttered, as Terzo continued in a more frenzied pace, his finger still hovering over their entrance.

He spat on his hand and slipped two fingers inside, Omega’s body welcoming him in with ease. “Cazzo, così fottutamente stretto e bagnato,” he groaned into the sheets, shifting on the mattress, almost humping it. Omega gasped and clung to the sheets as Terzo brushed against their sensitive spot. “Mi fa venire voglia di essere dentro di te, ma hai un sapore così dolce,” he continued, whining in a bratty manner.

Omega looked at him, sure of his intent but unsure of the words. “English,” they grunted through moans.

“I cannot decide if I want to continue tasting you, or be inside you,” Terzo said, sitting up and watching their chest rise and fall as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of their entrance. He rested his chin on their knee, pouting.

“If I taste so good, then why did you stop?” they asked, looking up at him seductively.

Terzo rolled his eyes once more and dove back in, inhaling their scent and lapping up their juices, fingering Omega close to orgasm but stopping just short of letting them cum. He withdrew his fingers and cleaned them off in his mouth. “I can’t have you cum so soon,” he said, watching their chest heave and their hips twitch towards his now fully erect cock.

Omega clutched at Terzo’s thighs, desperately trying to get him closer. He stood up and began to rummage in his nightstand drawer, pulling out a sleeve of condom wrappers and tearing one off.

“Don’t,” Omega whispered breathlessly, propping themselves up on their elbows. “I want to feel you - all of you.”

“You sure?” Terzo asked, raising an eyebrow. “We’ve never - ”

“Yes,” Omega interrupted him.

“Okay,” he responded, not completely sold on the idea. “I’m not going to cum inside you.” He put the condoms back in the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

Omega nodded in response. “I just need to feel you.”

“Mmm, how badly do you need me?” he asked, smirking as he slid back onto the bed, hovering over them. He held himself up over them, placing the head of his cock at their entrance teasingly while spreading lube on himself and Omega.

Omega whimpered quietly, needing to be filled by their Papa. “Please Papa,” they whispered.

“So formal.” He cocked his head to the side, looking into the ghoul’s eyes with warmth and affection.

“My Terzo, please.”

“‘My Terzo’?” he quizzed.

His Grucifix necklace dangled onto Omega’s chest, a stinging cold from the metal combined with Terzo’s mimic of them snapping them out of their enamored gaze. “Oh shit - I mean, I just meant - ”

“Shhh,” Terzo said, shutting them up with a long and passionate kiss on the lips. “I want to be yours, Omega. Tonight I am yours.” He sloppily and hastily kissed along the ghoul’s face, then turned them on their side. He kneeled beside them, his cock level with their entrance, and held onto their hip and upper thigh.

He slid inside them, having worked them up enough that their body invited him in effortlessly. “Fuck!” he shouted at the same time Omega gasped. “Mmm… così buono per me. Stai andando così bene per Papa.” He couldn’t help but thrust fast in and out, clinging onto their hip and pummeling into them in a furious, excited passion. Omega caught a glimpse of his face contorted in pleasure. He let out ecstatic cries with wanton abandon as he dug his nails into their skin, pushing them deeper into the mattress.

In a single motion, he flipped Omega onto their stomach, thrashing in and out of them wildly, pushing their head down into the pillows. Omega choked and gasped through Terzo’s every motion, climax inching closer and closer. In this position - expertly planned - Terzo was hitting their spot perfectly with each thrust.

“Ohh, fuck - !” the ghoul screamed as they came, Terzo still penetrating quickly. They shuddered underneath him, body pulsing around Terzo’s cock, squeezing him and making him lose control and roughly fuck into them even harder.

“Oh Lucifer, dio mio,” Terzo murmured along with several strung together Italian curses, while slipping out. With one hand on the back of Omega’s head, the other on his cock, he shot lines of warm cum all over their back, grunting, each stroke shooting more out.

He caught his breath a little, then reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, and wiped his cum off Omega’s back gingerly. He brushed softly, admiring the soft curvature of their back and the little dimples just above the ghoul’s ass.

Terzo laid beside Omega, who rolled onto their back next to a panting Terzo, both exhausted and spent. “Potrei innamorarmi di te,” he said, confidently believing Omega still did not know enough Italian to comprehend.

Oh the folly of an arrogant man, thought Omega. He’d spoken enough Italian around the ghouls that they had all picked up a little bit of his language. Now that Omega wasn’t being pummeled within an inch of their life, they understood. They smiled softly, unbeknownst to Terzo who closed his eyes and began to drift asleep.

…

Italian to English

- Così perfetto (So perfect)

- caro mio (my dear)

- Alla mia piccola puttana piace? (Is my little whore enjoying this?)

- Il mio piccolo tesoro (My good little dear)

- Così impaziente per il tuo Papa (So eager for your Papa)

- Cazzo, così fottutamente stretto e bagnato (Fuck, so fucking tight and wet)

- Mi fa venire voglia di essere dentro di te, ma hai un sapore così dolce (Makes me want to be inside you, but you taste so sweet)

- così bravo per me. Stai andando così bene per Papa. (so good for me. You’re doing so well for Papa.)

- dio mio (my god)

- Potrei innamorarmi di te (I could fall in love with you)

[forlorn-crows]

nice! in that case i'll request omega/terzo just anything random you might think of, no specific prompt because i'm curious about how you imagine them being first

pretty sure this is my terzomega writing debut. i hope ive done them justice--they really are a fun pair!

Omega presses into his back, resting his chin on Terzo’s head. He slips his arms into the sleeves of his ornate papal robes to clasp around his middle, humming a rumbling, contented noise. It’s innocent enough, but to seasoned ears, it’s laced with mischief. 

“Why is it that every time I sit in the front pews you can’t take your eyes off me?” the quintessence ghoul teases. 

“I know nothing of what you speak of, my ghoul,” Terzo chides in reply, feigning disinterest. He smooths his palms over the leather-bound tome full of sermons and ancient scriptures in various dead languages, centering it on the ebony pulpit. 

“Oh, no? You’re very mysterious, Papa, but that white eye is very easy to follow.” Omega runs his hands over his middle, claws grazing the buttons of his shirt.

“Do not taunt me as if you are completely innocent, Omega.” Terzo turns his head slightly, peeking at him out of the corner of his eye coquettishly. “Your mask does not hide your smirk as well as you think.” 

No longer burdened by the fake visage, Omega flashes him a genuine smile, all fang. The big alabaster incisors make him look like a starved but playful tiger, with Terzo as his prey. “Ah, so you were looking.” Omega drops his head down to nuzzle against Terzo’s painted cheek, no doubt coating his own in a smear of black and white. 

Terzo chuckles at the affectionate gesture. “Can you blame me, caro?” He pats Omega’s clasped hands over the chasuble. 

“I have been told I am quite irresistible, yes.” 

The Papa sucks his teeth and scoffs, slipping out of Omega’s hands and turning to face him. He chucks the ghoul under his chin lightheartedly. “Such a humble beast you are,” he teases. 

“I learned from the best.” 

Terzo smirks at that, stepping closer and running his gloved hands up the quintessence ghoul’s sides. Omega mirrors him, resting his hands at the man’s waist and pulling him close. He smells of incense and expensive cologne, but underneath both strong aromas is the scent of arousal, quickly ripening at the closeness of their bodies. 

“I do believe the devil is reaching out to me tonight—whispering in my ear, as it were,” Terzo says in that rumbling, seductive tone. He smooths a hand over Omega’s chest, tracing over the line of embroidered elemental symbols and coming to rest underneath the heavy silver pendant. 

Omega leans in, just close enough to feel a little huff of breath ghost over his chin. “And what is our Dark Lord saying to you, Papa?”

Terzo smiles, playing with the metal symbol, twirling it between his fingers. He runs the tip of his nose along the side of Omega’s—teasing, toying. “He’s telling me to indulge," he purrs. "To sin." He drags his mouth along the ghoul's cheekbone, halting at the shell of his pointed ear. "To live deliciously," he whispers. 

Omega chuckles low in his throat. “You know, I do believe I’ve been ignoring my confessions recently,” he rumbles. He grips a little tighter on Terzo’s waist, leaning into the lips on his ear. “May I divulge to you, Papa?” 

“I was hoping you’d say that, my ghoul.” Terzo pulls him by the necklace over to the confessional booth in the corner of the chapel. It’s a tight squeeze with both of them on one side of the box, but they press close, the back of Terzo’s knees knocking against the small bench as Omega draws the curtain closed. They don’t have to be secretive, not really. But it’s part of the allure, the tongue-in-cheek roles they play. 

Terzo pulls him down into a kiss, licking into his mouth with fervor. Omega returns the enthusiasm, cradling the man’s face between his hands. Terzo fumbles with his robes, rucking up the hem and shucking off the chasuble in one swoop. 

He grabs one of Omega’s wrists and forces his hand to palm at his crotch, cock already tenting against the fly of his trousers. “Look at what you do to me, mi amore.” He grinds into his hand with a groan and captures Omega’s mouth in another kiss. It’s fast and dirty, heavy with need. 

The quintessence ghoul hums against Terzo’s mouth when he feels his cock kick under his palm. “Bless me, unholy Father,” he whispers between kisses, “for I must sin.” He gropes him through the fabric of his pants, stroking roughly once, twice.

Terzo moans long and decadent before pulling away. His lips are spit-slick and pink, now completely devoid of any makeup. Omega supposes it’s smeared across his own face instead. Terzo’s gaze flicks pointedly to the ground and back up again, his white eye almost glowing in the dark of the booth. “On your knees then,” he commands, pressing a single finger into Omega’s broad chest. 

He goes down without a fight, eyes fixed on his Papa’s as he sinks to his knees. “That’s a good ghoul,” Terzo smirks. He strips off the leather gloves, biting each by one of the fingers and pulling them off with a classic flourish. He then makes quick work of freeing himself from his trousers, making a show of pulling his length out and stroking it from base to tip in front of Omega’s face. 

The quintessence ghoul grips the back of Terzo’s thighs, eyeing him hungrily. He slides his hands all the way up to his waist, groaning low in the back of his throat, looking at him reverently. “You’re so small I could just . . .” Omega wraps his hands fully around Terzo’s middle, claws touching together at the small of his back. 

“I am not small, mi amore, you are just a big hellbeast,” he chides, giving the side of his face a firm pat. But he can’t hide the flush that creeps up from under the facepaint, bleeding down his throat in a rosy red. 

Omega hums, sliding his hands down to rest on Terzo’s hips instead, pressing closer to his cock. Terzo strokes a thumb over his bottom lip, through the gray smears of makeup and into his mouth. The quintessence ghoul opens up obediently, lolling his tongue out for Terzo to pet over. He presses down slightly, right in the middle, as if placing a wafer for sacrament. Saliva pools under the digit as Omega looks up at him, excruciatingly doe-eyed. 

“Now, Omega,” he says, drawing out his name in his signature way, smiling suggestively. “Start praying.”

[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

[parts]: one | previous | next

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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~

[parts]: one | previous | next

[kabukiaku]

your smutty Terzomega art reminds me of the song “Forever Young” by Alphaville :’) 🫶🏽

smut with feelings? I'm here for it. 🥺

[emeritus-fuckers]

emeritus-fuckers masterlist (ghouls)

Multicharacter:

Ghouls comforting their depressed s/o

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus

Ghouls pining after a Sibling of Sin

Ghouls Pampering You

The Ghoulettes NSFW headcanons

Copia's ghouls babysitting his baby

The Ghoulettes comforting a polyamorous person

A kink for every Ghoul (CW: CNC for Chain.)

Ghoulettes with a nonbinary lesbian goth s/o

Water ghouls helping a newly summoned ghoul learn their instrument

Chosen Ghouls with a darling who shuts down emotionally

Ghouls with a darling who suffers from back pains

How would Copia's ghouls react to their s/o teasing them in public?

Character exclusive content:

Alpha

Alpha Headcanons (SFW)

In the Before Times ⸸ Alpha x Omega NSFW

“Living Heated Blanket” - Alpha Ghoul x GN! Reader

Omega

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Yandere Omega headcanons

Omega and Aether with a pregnant Ghoulette darling

Being in a poly relationship with Terzo and Omega

Feel Better Omega Ghoul

Day 16 of Kinktober: Size kink - Omega Ghoul

Call me your master ⸸ TerzOmega smut series (1/7)

In the Before Times ⸸ Alpha x Omega NSFW

TerzOmega as dads

TerzOmega's daughter and her first pet

Swiss

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons

Swiss with a pregnant Ghoulette s/o

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

“The red means I love you” ⸸ Yandere!Swiss Army Ghoul x gn!Reader cw cannibalism. blood. descriptions of slight gore. imprisonment. brief descriptions of violence.

Sodo

Sodo relationship and NSFW headcanons

Sodo fluff headcanons

Sodo with a pregnant Ghoulete s/o (headcanons)

Sodo with a mentally drained s/o (headcanons)

Sodo with a FTM trans s/o NSFW headcanons

Sodo with a shy darling pining for him (headcanons)

Poly!Mountain, Cumulus and Sodo comfort headcanons

Little "kisses" with Sodo

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Sodo finding out his s/o writes songs

Yandere Sodo headcanons

Chain

Chain NSFW Headcanons

Rain

Yandere Aether, Rain and Mountain headcanons

Mountain and Rain with a FTM trans s/o NSFW headcanons

NSFW Rain Headcanons (+ Aftercare!)

River

“Wet as a Water Ghoul” - River x AMAB!Reader (NSFW)

Aether

Yandere Aether, Rain and Mountain headcanons

Fluffy Aether headcanons

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Omega and Aether with a pregnant Ghoulette darling

Mountain and Aether comforting their s/o after a loss of a friend and a pet

Aether being your piercing buddy

Day 41 of Kinktober: Cockwarming - Aether Ghoul x reader

Mountain

Yandere Aether, Rain and Mountain headcanons

Mountain and Rain with a FTM trans s/o NSFW headcanons

Platonic yandere Mountain with an angel s/o

Mountain with an innocent s/o NSFW headcanons

Mountain with a pregnant Ghoulette s/o

Poly!Mountain, Cumulus and Sodo comfort headcanons

Mountain NSFW headcanons

Day 46 of Kinktober: Corruption II - Mountain Ghoul

Mountain comfort

Overprotective Mountain fluff

Mountain and Aether comforting their s/o after a loss of a friend and a pet

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Hiking with Mountain

Pebble

Dating Pebble

Delta

“The Dark Lord’s Intent” Delta x GN! Reader

“Good Morning” - Delta x GN! Reader NSFW

Phantom

Little kisses with Phantom (headcanons)

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Phantom fluff headcanons

Phil (Special Ghoul)

Special Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Cirrus

The Ghoulettes (Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine) with their s/o

Cumulus

Cumulus relationship and NSFW headcanons

Cumulus NSFW headcanons

The Ghoulettes (Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine) with their s/o

Poly!Mountain, Cumulus and Sodo comfort headcanons

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Yandere Cumulus headcanons CW: poisoning, manipulation, gaslighting. factitious disorder implied.

Cumulus with a darling who gets exhausted easily

Cumulus with an insomniac s/o

Sunshine

The Ghoulettes (Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine) with their s/o

Aurora

Nothing yet.

Zephyr

Zephyr breeding headcanons

Ifrit

Ifrit with a pregnant s/o

Day 7 of Kinktober: Marking - Ifrit Ghoul

Day 52 of Kinktober: Blood II - Ifrit Ghoul

Papa Nihil's Ghouls

Papa Nihil's Ghouls introduction headcanons

[quitelitteghoulpup]

Choose my next stories!!!!!

I'm gonna write them all, the one with the most votes first, than the second, etc.

[ghulehunknown]

Hey everyone! I’m Elizabeth (:

My blog is strictly 18+! I write adult themes and I will always tag my posts accordingly. Sometimes it’s just fluff.

Requests are open! - fanfics, drabbles, headcanons, etc. I love hearing from you! Just a few things to note:

Typically I write Papa x Reader (either GN or F reader), but I am open to changing it up

I’ll write any of the Papas or Ghouls/Ghoulettes, but am most comfortable w/ Terzo x Reader or Copia x Reader

Topics I will NOT write include the following, but are not limited to: incest, beastiality, underage, non-con - I will update this list if I need to

DM me anytime! If I’m taking a while to respond or post, please be patient as I’m probably thinking of the best way to write the request.

I reserve the right to deny any request but please do not take it personally. Certain topics I may not write if I can’t find the inspiration or I’m uncomfortable, but generally I’m open to just about anything.

Enjoy!

🔞 The following list contains NSFW content. Minors DNI 🔞

Wintertime Smut Collection

XXXmas At The Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia

Naughty Presents (Primo) by @copias-sewer-rat

Ungrumpify Your Papa (Secondo) by @molly-ghuleh

Mistletoe’d (Terzo) by @ghulehunknown

Treasure Hunt (Copia) by @bupia

Papa Holiday Headcanons

Papa Valentine’s Day Headcanons

Vacation Full Length Smut and “The Note” (a continuation of Mistletoe’d) - coming soon!

“A Holiday Tail”

“A Rainy Winter”

Kinktober 2023

Day 1 - masturbation • Day 2 - Terzomega • Day 3 - blowjob • Day 4 - cunnilingus, fingering, worship • Day 5 - miniskirt rough sex, dom • Day 6 - soft dom, sweet sex • Day 7 - teacher/student, inexperience, praise • Day 8 - rimming • Day 9 - public sex, exhibitionism • Day 10 - spanking, fishnets • Day 11 - group sex • Day 12 - sub Copia, degradation • Day 13 - kissing HCs • Day 14 - period sex HCs • Day 15 - lovemaking HCs • Halloween - Vamperzo, period sex

Papa Emeritus IV

“Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • Random Drabble • “Creature Comforts” • Undressing Copia Drabble

Cardinal Copia

“Cardi Confessions”

Terzo

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “La Notte del Vampiro” • “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “One Missed Text”

Secondo

“Papa’s Punishment”

Primo

“Teach Me Tonight”

Papa Headcanons

Kissing/Cuddling • Period Sex/Comforting • Romantic Sex/Lovemaking • Sick Days • Mary Goore NSFW • Positions • Going Down (F Receiving) • Jealousy • Thanksgiving • Showering Together • Holidays • Valentine’s Day • Proposals • Waking Up Together • Aftercare

Ghouls

“A Holiday Tail” (Mountain) • “A Rainy Winter” (Rain)

Papa of Choice

“Caught by Papa” • “Tangled Sheets”

Gender Neutral

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Tangled Sheets” • “Papa’s Punishment” • Random Copia Drabble • “A Rainy Winter” • “Creature Comforts” • Undressing Copia Drabble

F!Reader

“Caught by Papa” • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • “Teach Me Tonight” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “Cardi Confessions” • “La Notte del Vampiro” * “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “A Holiday Tail” (Mountain x AFAB) • “One Missed Text”

[anamelessfool]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

oh wow this was tough! Especially since I write to make myself happy first so I like everything I do.

You can tell I like em so much based on the art I commissioned and/or made for the project!

Violence & Gentleness (Primo set in 1979)

Honestly I would consider this one of my greatest artistic achievements in my life. Like, full on sad I can't officially publish this. Firstly I put so much historical research and lore into it. And then the characterizations of the brothers and their relationship to each other. How the dynamic of the Church changes when there is a female Satanic Anti-Pope.

Strength VIII (Dom GN! Reader x Papa IV)

I was feeling like there was no representation of a realistic Dom/sub encounter with a Dom reader, or at least I hadn't come across something that I felt was accessible for me. I'm not a sub person at all but I'm not an intense whips and chains Dom either. I wanted to create a scenario that showed first and foremost a foundation of trust and affection instead of just shock tactic sexcapades. It's important to make the stuff you want to see.

Ribbons & Ties (Terzo x Omega)

I got very invested in domestic non-smut. I liked how neatly the story fell into place. You get a glimpse of the Church as I see it and all the brothers in their specific roles. Plus Terzo shows Omega the deepest part of his heart. Vulnerability and trust is what I like to write about most.

Wanna Bewitch You (Copia x Cardinal Marian)

Again, another plot that fell neatly into place. Got time skips, flashbacks, platonic bonds and apocalyptic visions forced upon the cowardly Copia. Marian and Copia are beyond 'meet cute' but still afraid of commitment. Another "Wouldn't it be funny if..." Story that basically stopped being a joke.

No Deal (Hippie Reader x 1970 Nihil)

I can't ever have a normal reader fic, sorry. Liked researching the era for this one. 1969-1970 was literally the best 20 months of music history in the last 200 years holy shit. Started out as a joke and yeah you guessed it....not a joke no more.

(commissioned art (Copia Terzo Duet and Terzomega) by @kabukiaku)

[osiris-iii-bc]

The thing that should not be [Terzomega One Shot]

I finally made it with a Terzo/Ghoul. What’s your opinion on POV fics? I used to write a lot of it in my past fandoms but here I see rarely this kind of fics. Thank you @van-goghs-smoking-skull for your help 🌹

Genre: slash, explicit, oral sex, sex, Terzo POV, young Terzo, sub Terzo, dom Omega, first time with Omega/a Ghoul.

Pairing: Terzo x Ghoul (Omega)

Rating: Nc17 (explicit but not properly smut)

Words: 2.943

Summary: Terzo is the 20 year old last heir of Papa Nihil and he’s definitely not having fun at his father’s birthday party. Luckily, a big Ghoul is around to save the night…

>>> Wattpad | AO3 | or down here 👇🏻

The first time we met, the big Ghoul and I, was in the hallways of the Ministry, shortly after the new summoning, but there was nothing more than a few distracted glances. I had seen him walking along with the other Ghouls, standing out for his size; their black robes covered every inch of their bodies, including their faces, making them look like nothing more than disturbing moving shadows.

The last time was a few days ago, and besides the looks, there was also the insolence of a mouth that was too big and too dirty to keep a few of their thoughts to themselves. 

It had been a coincidence that I happened to be passing by just in time to hear my name, followed by a somewhat ungentlemanly "I'm surprised none of us has fucked him yet."

The reply was even less gentle, “Just give me some time and my cock will end up deep in that throat.”

It must have been a group of Ghouls, judging by the voices, but from the cloister colonnade, I couldn't see them. A few more steps, and they were all there, gathered, chatting among themselves, some smoking with the cigarette passing under their masks. It was hard to tell who had spoken, but one of them, the tallest and most recognizable of the group, had stared at me a bit too interested while still laughing at what was said, even though it was impossible to imagine his expression under the mask.

I had noted that tone, knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.

Birthday parties are all dramatically the same and all equally boring, especially when it's your father's birthday. Or at least, I'm just in a phase of chronic dissatisfaction, as Copia would say.

Suddenly, a nearby, deep and familiar voice draws me to a small sofa that I only see from the back.

"...and so you're going on tour."

There is a girl with him, but I can't understand what they're talking about. I only catch a few phrases about music, and as I drink, I move a little closer. Just out of curiosity.

"Yes, in a few weeks." I hear him say, almost disinterested. 

"And is there a chance you'll take me in your suitcase?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'd fit."

I almost want to laugh and clench the straw between my lips. I'd like to see the girl's face, but I only see her leave, probably after trying to hide her disappointment with all the self-control that a rejected woman can muster.

"You really know how to disappoint a woman." I say out of honesty, because I would have expected anything from him except for him to turn down someone like her.

He shrugs, not even surprised to see me there.

"If I listened to all those who flirt with me, I'd probably have little monsters scattered all over the world, which has probably already happened."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling my head a bit heavy for the few drinks I had. For now, it's still a nice feeling, but I've never been able to stop in time to leave it that way. Somehow, it's as if I need to create a balance just for the sake of destroying it with my own hands.

"I understand."

"Do you?"

I shrug, while I feel him watching my lips tighten around the straw.

I hear Sister Imperator calling me, and we both turn to her. "I think I have to go."

"You'll stay here, later?" That isn't really a question. It's an invitation, if not an order, and I quickly decide that I really like his orders tonight. "I'll make up for that incident in the cloister."

"See you later, then." I tell him as I boldly clench the straw of a now-empty cocktail between my teeth and move toward who I have always called mother.

After a night spent watching the others participate in the party, drinking and staring at the tips of my shoes as if in a catechism lesson, even the prospect of starting a conversation with Primo about his passion for succulents would seem interesting to me. Fortunately, my first brother doesn't have enough time to waste on me, so Copia approaches me, a cigarette between his lips and the rest of the pack still in his hand.

"Want something to drink?" he yells in my ear, as if the loud music gives him the right to think I've gone deaf.

"Do I look like someone who needs a drink?"

He nods convincingly. "Absolutely!"

"Then I'll go get it myself, at least it'll get me moving a bit. It's a real pain in the ass here."

"I haven’t seen you having fun lately!" He rolls his eyes before muttering something to himself, probably about what a creepy presence I am in his life. I hope that with alcohol around there's some action at least.

There isn't, or at least I don't get to know about it, as someone far more interesting than a drink blocks my way.

"Are you having fun?" 

The first time we saw each other, I must have had a really strange expression. It must have been at least five years ago and it was the first time I ever saw a real demon so close, but he hasn't changed at all, and I'm almost curious to know how he sees me now. Not that I expect him to understand concepts like age and physical change.

"Yes, yes."

"Shall we find a quieter spot, what do you think?"

I don't have the clarity to say no, and with a bit of luck, maybe I won't even remember it later.

I've seen him drink continuously during the party, but he seems as clear-headed as if what he's been drinking was fresh water. Either he holds his liquor well, or he knows how to mask it. Or maybe he's not a twenty-year-old jerk who collapses like an idiot after the third glass and makes a spectacle of his worst self.

I nod with a head that's a bit too heavy, then gesture for him to lead the way, only to stop him soon after.

"Wait a moment." I tell him, and I move away, looking for Copia.

When I find him, I only whisper, "Don't look for me… I'll be back in a while." making sure no one else overhears. He looks at me as if to say 'don't mess things up' - the way I have noticed everybody has started to look at me lately, as if they were ready to bet on me causing new trouble every step I take - and then reluctantly nods. I bite my lip, and the Ghoul takes his time to scrutinize me from head to toe as I approach him again.

When I don't want to feel utterly miserable, I seek refuge in Copia's reassurance. I revert to feeling at least ten years younger, shedding the darkness that has accumulated in recent years, especially when the hassle of being the last Papa's heir began to manifest. You need to start building your reputation very early, and I'm not exactly inclined to miss the fun of my youth for something that will likely happen in twenty or thirty years from now.

In all probability, later tonight or tomorrow I'll rest my head on Copia's shoulder, having him telling me that I'm a dickhead but that's ok, that the way to equanimity is a long and hard one, and I'll believe him.

The Ghoul raises a champagne bottle toward me, then hands me a glass as we sit on the secluded couches.

"To make it up to you." he explains, filling my glass like a seasoned gentleman. There's nothing to make up for, I'd tell him if I had the necessary courage, if you want, I can blow you right here.

We spend some time with a few words and many glasses that empty too easily, my stomach flaring up unsure if for the alcohol or who knows what else.

As I drink, I dare to throw a few interested glances at him, running my eyes up and down his frame, catching any relevant detail, even if it's hard to find them in a figure so covered up like his. The rings on his fingers, the shape of his shoulders, how he tilts his head when laughing… Anything can help me understand why him. And he does the same.

He talks about what he does, the music he likes to play, and worlds I've never seen.

Maybe I'll take you there. It always seems like he's about to say. Maybe we'll just stay there. Or maybe it's just me who wants to hear it from him.

I listen to him, barely hearing his deep voice, muffled by the mask he wears, and the party becomes just a confused cloud of lights and distant voices.

The mask is a testament to his past, his condition as a demon bent to the laws of a world not his own. Esoteric symbols stand out on his uniform; I focus on one of them, Omega. I decide on the spot to call him that from now on, aware that in the absence of an identity, everyone must have given him a different name.

How important it is for us humans to name everything. Perhaps that's our problem.

Omega, a guest who can't stay in his place and also the only one who manages to distract me.

We find ourselves drinking straight from the bottle, and I understand less than half of the things he tells me, but it seems to be okay with him. However, I can feel his hands lightly touching me while talking, so discreet that it surprises me. His are distracted caresses barely hinted at, words that say without saying, and I, who speak that language, immediately think of making it clear to him.

"Let's go to the bathroom?"

And I don't know if it's me or him who says it, but the fact is I get up, and he follows me.

Once inside, I let out a deep sigh that actually has nothing of the malice it seems. My ears already relax due to the newfound silence.

"I have to say you saved me from a boring night."

"You too."

I look at him through the mirror, and he does the same, at a comfortable distance from me.

"Really? Wasn't there anything more valuable than my company?"

He shrugs, then approaches, casting a glance at the door.

"It depends on how the evening might end..." he says with a very calm tone, getting closer until he's right behind me, but he doesn't touch me.

I almost want to laugh, but I let it stay just a little smile and I leave him there to enter one of the cabins and wait.

It doesn't take long before he follows me. He tries to enter, but he holds himself against the doorframe and dares to stretch only his head.

"Is there room for me too?"

I look away, tilting my head and shrugging, leaving it up to him to find out. And he does.

Perhaps my Ghoul doesn't like to give empty words, so he strokes my neck in a way I already know, and there's no need to even apply pressure for me to slowly slide down the wall to end up on my knees in front of him, putting into practice what he has fantasized about with his friends.

Too bad that this time there are no witnesses to prove how true to his word he is.

When he takes it out, I reluctantly admit that what they say about the Ghouls is indeed true. Me, a mere human, must accept and accommodate Mother Nature's wishes.

While I admire him, an involuntary "damn" escapes me, to which he responds with an avoidable "seems so.", but I decide to smile anyway. And then I begin.

I partly watch him and partly keep my eyes closed, relishing the weary satisfaction that comes from having the power to grip a man - human or not, as they apparently work the same - just by slipping into his underwear.

At some point, he stops me, and I understand that he wants to get serious; I stand up, and he immediately seizes my hips with those huge, hot hands. I've always thought of myself as not being a good catch for a woman, let alone a man, from this perspective... I have slender hands and long fingers, which I happen to know many appreciate, but they are minuscule in comparison to his; he probably doesn't even feel my touch.

From the way he's gripping me, it really seems like my entire body can fit completely between his hands.

He turns me around with expertise, and I let him.

I have too many thoughts in my head to properly think about how to move for him. Thoughts that I really shouldn't have in a situation like this, but I also know that this thing won't empty me at all; rather, it will fill my head even more than it already is.

As I gasp against the icy wall, I feel his face in my hair and his breath on my neck, escaping the mask he still has on.

"I like it like this."

Me too, sometimes.

I want to think about what a better person I could be, but instead, I let myself get screwed in a restroom by a Ghoul without saying a word, looking at the white tiles faintly mirroring my panting face while I moan and bite on the sleeve of my habit that still covers me, but not enough to grant me a decency I never really had. He has already said enough about me, and I remained silent even then. Maybe I deserved it. Sure I do.

When he thrusts, I feel it perfectly, almost too much. I feel it so much that I open my eyes wide and gasp, scratch the wall, and stiffen in a way that must amuse him. He grins in my hair and doesn't stop. Thank you.

At this point, I don't even know if this is actually his way to make amends, or if he has forgotten it along with the tenth glass he downed and changed his plans in the meantime.

In the following minutes, there are no words, and I'm grateful for that. I don't understand where one can find the strength to talk in a moment like this, when all you feel is your skin burning with flames that are only yours, and every breath seems like it's never enough.

Then it's just a warm breath on the skin, and what seems like a caress on my hips that now belong to him. At least for a while. Then I can't help but bend over in a way he doesn't seem to appreciate, or maybe he only takes it as a chance to pull my hair and tilt my head back, almost resting it on his shoulder, before pressing my chest back against the wall.

That's how I come, with one hand around my throat and the other resting on my hip, feeling my legs tremble and losing their strength as his thrusts get faster and stronger; I slide my tongue on my lip, hungrily savoring what's left of his flavor and all I can think of is how proud Asmodeus must be of me, while I ignore all the Clergy’s advice by letting those last drops of pleasure shake me and the voice dies in my throat in that last groan, while everything seems to turn white for a couple of seconds.

He holds me, saying nothing, with his huge hand holding himself on the wall, near my head, and the other firmly on my chest, pressing my back against him, and I can't say if that's a caring gesture or he just doesn't want me to fall on his feet.

I take my pack of Marlboros from my pants, which I've just put on, covered by my cassock, with hands still trembling a bit.

"Wanna smoke?" I ask, offering him one while I already have one between my lips.

"Nah." he mutters, as he gets dressed as well, as far as pulling up the zipper of his pants can mean "getting dressed."

I lean against the wall while he takes his time to straighten every fold in his Ghoul uniform, and I have strange thoughts.

"I was thinking about where we shouldn't be."

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, not at all impressed.

"What we shouldn't have done..."

Encounters between humans and hellish creatures are not forbidden, but highly discouraged. Nobody can say what the true intentions of an entity born and raised in Hell may be, and it's always dangerous to form that kind of bond with subordinates, especially ones who don't feel feelings in the same way as humans. It is something to play with carefully.

"I only think about what we shouldn't be and we'll never be, so don't get ahead of yourself."

I shrug, also unimpressed. The cigarette is still unlit, and I don't think I'll smoke it.

"So disappointing is really your specialty." I joke, approaching him in this bathroom that now seems too big. I offer it to him, and he looks at it a bit strangely. "But keep this one." I tell him, and I like to think he's smiling under the mask. The fact is that he accepts it.

You keep it, so next time, I'll come back to get it. 

And we'll smoke it together.

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Roses — Terzomega

~part five of the Little Monster Series~

2.4k words ~ (light) smut

Days after his last encounter with Terzo, Omega finds himself in the ministry garden.

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[author note:] early upload because the last part reached my goal of 50 likes! thank u everyone. for an early upload of part 6, get this one to 100 likes (i made it harder). otherwise, see you next wednesday ;)

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“You need to get laid.”

The snickering jab came from Earth, who sizzled his cymbal for effect. Air laughed.

Omega’s tail flicked angrily. Having been warming up, he continued to practice with an edge of frustration, not giving Earth a reaction. His fingers climbed the guitar’s neck, quick as lightning, turning into an angry, shrill chromatic scale that left the guitar screaming its highest note through the crackling amp.

“He’s been so uptight,” River sighed, plucking a dark note from his bass.

“Ignoring us,” Air added with a random piano riff. “Too busy to say hi.”

“I’m right here,” Omega snapped. The four ghouls looked up from their instruments. The sound-proof practice room filled with dead air.

It was Alpha who finally spoke up. “You gotta admit it’s been a while, Megs.”

“Since what?”

“Since you got laid,” Earth interjected, hitting his bass drum a few times to punctuate his statement. 

River and Air burst into childish giggles. Omega’s brow furrowed with annoyance. Alpha laughed, a carefree sound, before shaking his head. “Nah. I mean, maybe, but nah. It’s you, man. When’s the last time we all hung out?”

“Last week,” Omega replied tersely.

“That was practice,” River said in his sullen voice. “You hardly spoke at all.”

“Yeah, like, really hung out. We used to do it all the time, right?” Alpha looked around at the other ghouls. There was a chorus of agreement.

“Why are we even practicing?” Omega huffed, suddenly frustrated. “There’s no new music and no tour date scheduled yet.”

More silence. Finally, Alpha said, “I mean, besides the obvious to keep ourselves fresh, it’s the only time we ever see you.”

“I’m busy.”

“We know, Megs. It’s not fair they make you do all that shit.”

“That’s why you gotta do your own shit, right?” Earth was relentless, laughing boisterously.

Air tilted his head, smiling suggestively. “If you need your dick sucked, you know I’m happy to do it.”

“We all want to suck your dick, Omega,” River sighed.

Omega, fed up, threw his guitar on the ground. The amp made a painful shriek that made everyone except Omega flinch.

“Megs–” Alpha tried.

Omega snarled at him, snapping his teeth. They locked eyes for a moment. Fiery red glaring into lightning purple. He growled, “We’re done here.”

He stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Every Sibling unlucky enough to see his terrifying rampage turned the other way, disappearing inside doorways, avoiding his path. There was no destination to his rageful stalking, his pacing of the Ministry. He just wanted to clear his head, to get away from the ghouls, to take one single moment of the day to himself, to think. 

At an intersection between halls, he felt a breeze gently blowing down an empty corridor, one that led to a glass door cracked open by a rock. The garden. The air was cool against his heated disposition. Refreshing. Inviting.

Omega detoured down the hall, slipping outside and carefully ensuring the door remained open. It automatically locked, and the only way to get back inside was to walk around the expansive compound through the front door.

The sky was cloudy blue, overcast but not quite raining. It was warm enough to be comfortable with a coat, though the breeze was cold and light, giving Omega goosebumps. He took deep breaths, smelling the air, calming himself. 

The plants around him were dying in the early fall, some still green, others withering away. The one plant that stood against the seasons was a dark red rose bush, though little remained of the blooms. He noticed, on the pathway, a handful of rose petals, which were bigger than any of the current flowers growing on the bush. Confused, he looked around, seeing another one further down the path. 

He walked forward, stepping around a hedge to see the very rose he had been searching for, clutched in the hands of the last man in the Ministry he wanted to see.

Cardinal Terzo was sat on an ornate concrete bench, looking down and spinning the thorny rose between his fingers. The bench was in a small clearing that looked over a garden of dead flowers, the back surrounded by hedges to create an apse in the walkway. Omega knew it was Primo’s favorite spot, and it surprised him that the old man was not there instead of Terzo. Of course, it was too cold to tend to the fauna in early autumn.

Terzo looked up at the intrusion. He looked sad. Not miserable, not pitiful, but simply sad. Then, he smiled at Omega. His frustration disappeared in an instant, leaving room to sense Terzo’s state of mind. Indeed, he was sad, mourning, his mind mulling over something in particular. But it was not all-consuming. There was a spark of happiness, and it came from seeing Omega.

“Hello, Omega ghoul. Care to join me?”

Omega hesitated. Suddenly, he felt as if he should not be there, and looked away. Terzo said, “Do not be frightened, ghoul. I do not bite.”

Omega relented, shuffling over to the bench and sitting on the edge. He stared at the collection of browning and dead flowers, wondering why Terzo was so welcoming of his presence. Since their tepid encounter days ago, they had yet to even see one another, let alone resolve the tension between them. 

“I was surprised to see this rose today,” Terzo said, breaking the silence. “The bush looks dead. Look how big and red it is.”

He held up the rose. Omega regarded it. 

“It’s dead now,” he pointed out.

“It was soon to die anyway.” Terzo held it to his nose, smelling it deeply. “Roses were mi mamma’s favorite. That is not a very uncommon favorite, is it?”

Omega shook his head.

“Many people love this flower. Yet I can only think of mamma when I see it. No one else will think of that, si? It is mi mamma’s flower. To you, you may look at this flower and think nothing of it. To me, mamma is what makes roses special.”

Omega’s tail flicked back and forth on the bench contentedly. He nodded along to Terzo’s musings. Surprisingly, this gentle atmosphere was soothing him from his outburst at the ghouls, and finally, he could calm down. 

“Is that why you’re out here?”

Terzo nodded. “Two years ago yesterday, I buried mi mamma with roses. I was hoping there would be one left in the garden.”

Omega thought to say something. To give his condolences, to ask how she died, to ask how he was doing, any number of things. Instead, he choked. And before he could think of anything of comfort, Terzo spoke again.

“What brings you to this garden, Omega ghoul?”

Relieved for the topic change, Omega sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing important. I’m taking a break.”

“From?”

“From… everything,” he chuckled slightly. “I’m exhausted.”

“Ah. It is hard, si? They say, eh, you work for Satan, then they say, eh, you must do all these things. It is like a business, not a church. Why, we are no better than the Catholics.”

Omega looked at Terzo, surprised. Though Omega may not have fully acknowledged them before, Terzo had just voiced the very feelings that he had been plagued by for far too long.

“Yeah,” he sighed, then laughed despite himself. “That’s it. I’m the only quintessence ghoul, and they give me too many responsibilities. Trivial, meaningless things anyone could handle, all because of my element.”

“You delegate then, si?” Terzo began pointing at invisible people. “You do this, and you do this. Lower your stress.”

“I don’t have the authority to do that.” Omega sighed.

“They expect too much out of you. They always do.”

Omega looked at Terzo, slowly plucking the petals from the rose. They naturally fell silent, both watching as dark petals drifted to the ground until the rose stem was barren.

“Now I have really killed it,” Terzo said, dropping the stem. He pushed his hair back, sitting up. “I can never help myself from ruining nice things.”

“It’s not always your fault.” Omega leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That rose was dead anyway.”

“Si. But how much longer could it have lived?”

“Maybe it would have died today.”

“Or maybe it would have lived through winter,” Terzo chuckled. “But it does not matter. You cannot bring back a dead rose.”

Omega stared at Terzo. After a moment, Terzo noticed, catching his eye. Omega swallowed thickly, looking down at the remnants of the flower, breaking their eye contact.

“Maybe we can.”

“Hm?”

Omega rubbed his hands together a few times, his fingers suddenly feeling cold with the breeze. He chastised himself for feeling so nervous. He looked at Terzo again.

The words escaped his mind like air from a deflating balloon. All that was left was his eyes, rimmed by black, always seeing through him, piercing him like arrows. And his lips. One plump pink, one black. An unsettling appearance, but one that Omega had grown to long for. 

Terzo reached up to take off Omega’s mask. He let him.

There was no telling who leaned in first, who initiated the kiss that followed. Only that there was one. One that both had been craving for some time. And it was unlike any they had shared before; indeed, for they had rarely kissed at all. When they did, it was rough, nasty, followed by choking or spitting or both. Never for the sake of being kissed but for the heat of dark passion. But on this concrete bench in the Ministry garden, Omega felt the gentle nature of this kiss, and it scared him. This was not how they were. This was not hatred. This was not lust.

Omega pulled away first. 

Terzo said, “Omega—”

“I want to revisit our agreement,” Omega interrupted, clearing his throat, too terrified of what Terzo would say to let him finish.

Terzo paused. “You want to fuck me again, mostriciatto?” 

Omega gripped the edge of the bench, annoyed at how he always said things like that just to make him mad. “Yes,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Why did we stop before?”

“It…” Caught off guard, Omega failed to answer right away, his mouth agape like a fool, hesitating. “Your drinking.”

“Eh, you catch me after a party, and you think I drink too much? I do not drink today, do I?”

“You always did when we had sex.”

Now, it was Terzo’s turn to be caught off guard. He shook his head, shrugging. “Wine makes me horny.”

“If we continue doing this, I don’t want you to drink all the time. It increases the risk of getting caught,” he added quickly.

“Fine.” He held up his hands. “I will be responsible. I won’t quit cold poultry, but I will do my best. Happy?”

Being happy was a complicated feat. Omega was surprised at how happy he was at that moment, yet what lingered in the back of his mind was far from the excitement he felt now. It made him want to quell the happiness, chalk it up to being horny, and forget the ways Terzo’s smile made him feel.

Omega nodded slowly. Terzo reached up to touch his face.

“Shall we reinstate the agreement now or later?”

Omega pointedly avoided turning his head to Terzo’s touch, glaring at a dead leaf across the garden instead. “I’m busy until evening.”

Terzo tutted. He got up to stand in front of him, casually running his arms along his shoulders. He leaned over to kiss his jaw. He murmured lowly, “As I recall, you still have one more hour of practice.”

Omega wondered when Terzo found out his schedule, or when he became such a convincing man.

He tilted his head to meet Terzo’s, reuniting once more in a salacious lip lock. His arms slipped around his waist, pressing their bodies close, Terzo now standing between his legs. His hands ran along Omega’s back, lightly scratching, slipping up to tangle his fingers in Omega’s hair. Omega gripped his ass with his big hands, slipping one down his pants just to feel the flesh. Terzo released a gentle groan.

Omega suddenly lifted Terzo, then carefully set him on the concrete bench, lying down. He knelt over him, one leg on the ground to balance, kissing fiercely. Terzo held on to him, still playing with his hair and face with his fingers, splitting his legs apart greedily. Omega slid his hand down his chest, stomach, resting comfortably on the curve of his bulge. He thumbed the length of it, tight in his pants, making him moan lightly.

Then Omega heard something, which made him stop dead in his tracks. The crunch of a dead leaf. He raised his head, his eyes darting around them.

“Mostriciatto—”

Omega shushed him. He walked away from the bench, checking the path that led to the door. Not a soul in sight. The door was still ajar. Omega returned to Terzo.

“I thought I heard someone,” he said, tense.

“There is nobody around, ghoul; you worry too much.”

Omega looked at Terzo, who was disheveled and clearly begging for more. As much as he wanted to relent, to give in to his feral desire to rip into him in the garden, he was too concerned with getting caught, and the moment had passed.

“It’s too risky out here.” Omega pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know why we didn’t think about this.”

“We are horny,” Terzo said helpfully.

Omega sighed. “I should get back to work.”

“You have always been a cockblock, ghoul,” Terzo mumbled bitterly, standing to readjust his pants and fix his hair.

Omega glowered at him. “You think I’m not frustrated?”

“I hope you are,” Terzo grinned. “Then you will treat me not-so-nice later tonight.”

Omega crossed his arms. “I’ll be at your quarters when I’m finished.”

“Oh, Omega, do not finish before you see me. It will not be as fun,” Terzo winked at him. He slapped Omega’s ass on his way out, causing him to jump in surprise. Omega’s eyebrows furrowed, embarrassed, angry that he was embarrassed, and glared at Terzo as he walked up the path and disappeared inside the Ministry.

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What should I write tomorrow, the intimidating TerzOmega origin story that I've been loosely outlining all week, or a short and sweet cutesy beach story before summer is over?