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Creation of Impossibility

TerzOmega ~ Smut ~ Breeding k!nk ~ Domestic Bliss

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Terzo and Omega are finally able to start the family together that they have always wanted.

Mostly sweet, tooth-rotting romantic fluff, but with sex.

The biggest thank you ever to @puuuders for beta-ing, workshopping with me, and giving me so many amazing ideas 💖

Content Warning: Pregnancy, breeding, mpreg(cis), brief biting and blood mention

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The room was dim, illuminated only by the light of the full moon pouring in from the window. Terzo was lying on his back with his ass propped up on a pillow, legs hiked underneath Omega's arms as he was nearly folded in half. Omega pounded into him in a punishing rhythm, pinning Terzo to the mattress with the force of his thrusts. Tonight was unlike any other night they’d ever had. Tonight was special: they were on a mission. 

In their thirty-plus years together, Terzo and Omega swore that they had tried just about everything that a couple could do together in the bedroom, or at least everything that was within both of their boundaries. Something that they’d never dared to incorporate, however, was the concept of, well, conception. 

As desperately as they’d always wanted to start a family, they had never brought it up during sex, too afraid of the crushing disappointment and hurt feelings that loomed once the afterglow had faded. There was just too much heartache there, with a myriad of reasons why they couldn’t have children together. 

For starters, for most of their relationship, they'd had to keep their love a secret; ghouls were considered within the ministry to be lowly creatures, and fraternizing with them was frowned upon. They weren’t sure what would happen if they were caught, but they weren’t willing to risk finding out. It had taken Terzo’s death, and eventual triumphant return to the realm of the living, to free the ghouls from their caste, Terzo leveraging every ounce of power he had left to officially cement them as equals. 

A seemingly more insurmountable obstacle, though, was the issue of their biology. Neither of them had the right… equipment to carry a child. At least, that’s what they’d always thought, until one day Primo let it slip that there was a precedent for such matings. Over the next month they’d frantically done their research, performed countless rituals, made their deals and sacrifices in pursuit of something they never thought possible, all under the reluctant guidance of Terzo’s older brother.  

Now that there was hope, all bets were off.

“Nnn… You’re such a little cumslut… My little cumslut… You take this cock so good. Do you want me to breed you? Do you?” Omega growled, feeling himself throb with every word that dripped from his lips.

“Sì! Please, Omega, oh fuck, please, I need–” Terzo choked on a groan as Omega thrust hard into him, his balls smacking against Terzo’s ass as he pushed as deep inside as he could.  They were connected through Omega’s quintessence, shared thoughts and sensations buzzing across their bond.

“I'm gonna fill you up… You’re gonna get so big and round, carrying my kits. They’re mine. I’m the one who’s gonna do that to you, no one else. Everyone's gonna know that I bred you.” He gave another hard thrust for emphasis. His own dirty talk was starting to get to him, feeling feral, possessive. “The other ghouls will smell me on you,” Omega snarled, testing Terzo’s flexibility by leaning impossibly further forward to sink his fangs into Terzo's shoulder, yet another way to mark him. Terzo let out a quivering cry. “You're all mine,” Omega added after he'd greedily taken his fill of Terzo’s blood, his voice graveled with lust.

“Please, please, Omega please…” Terzo’s begging trailed off into a whimper as Omega licked up his neck, Omega’s breath harsh in his ear. 

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, you’ll be leaking my seed for days,” Omega ground out through gritted teeth, riding his mate mercilessly until Terzo shattered with a loud, pained moan. Terzo writhing under him, clenching around him, was too much for Omega, and he came hard. Omega supported himself with shaking arms on either side of Terzo, reluctant to pull out, wanting to keep going; pulling out felt like giving up. 

Eventually, though, he could no longer support his own weight and reluctantly withdrew. Omega settled for situating himself snugly between Terzo’s thighs, his tail wrapped tightly around Terzo’s leg and his head on Terzo's flat stomach, lavishing it with kisses and praying with everything in him that it would soon start to blossom. Terzo played with Omega’s hair, his horns, not wanting to let him go just yet as he felt Omega’s quintessence caressing his mind. They fell asleep like that. 

They went on like this for months. As their trysts became more frequent than ever, they both became more and more aroused and desperate, unable to get enough of each other. Terzo became more irresistible to Omega with every passing day. When Omega caught Terzo preemptively online window-shopping for baby clothes, he took him right there on the kitchen counter. 

Despite their exhaustive efforts, nothing seemed to be working. They were hopeful when Terzo started to feel tired and a little nauseous, but when test after test came back negative, they began to lose hope, chalking the fatigue up to Terzo’s increasingly stressful ministry duties. Omega questioned whether conventional pregnancy tests would even work because of the differences between their union and a typical pregnancy. It was hard to keep an optimistic outlook, though, after so many disappointments. Omega kissed Terzo’s belly reverently every night regardless. 

In January, about 6 months into their journey, something peculiar happened. Omega was cleaning up after dinner while Terzo was idly browsing for toys on his phone. When Omega began to feel a tingle at the back of his mind, he paused, analyzing. Without warning, Omega’s body locked up in shock, dropping the glass in his hand. Terzo jumped up from the table, startled, beginning to race over to where Omega stood stock still, but Omega held out a hand to stop him. He stood with his back to Terzo for a long, agonizing minute. When he finally turned around, his eyes were wild and brimming with tears. He stepped over the broken glass, paying no mind to the hazard and picking Terzo up bridal style. Omega sat him down on the sofa and knelt at his feet, his hands shaking as he grabbed at Terzo’s. 

“Amore, what’s wrong?” Terzo asked, voice worried and tinged with fear. Omega’s eyes were full of awe and something else, reaching up to brush the hair out of Terzo’s eyes. Omega opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Flustered and frantic, he reached out to Terzo with his quintessence, needing to share what he couldn’t yet put into words. His tears began to spill over. 

“Omega…?”

As Omega connected their minds, he shared the sensation he’d felt a few moments earlier: a strange, foreign prodding at his consciousness, one that felt eerily familiar somehow. It had reached out blindly, innocently, as though seeking something. It had taken him a moment to process, to pinpoint, but once he did his heart had stopped. It was originating from Terzo, but not from Terzo. Not from his mind, anyway.

Terzo was confused at first. When the realization dawned, he stared back at Omega in disbelief. Omega knew that Terzo didn’t dare to hope, and yet he could feel the warmth blooming in his chest through their bond anyway. 

“A-are you sure?” Terzo stammered out, his voice quivering. Omega couldn’t do anything but nod as his throat closed, choking back a sob. Terzo began to cry then, too. He was so afraid of the joy that was threatening to overtake him, but he couldn’t fight it. There was no other explanation: they were expecting a budding quintessence ghoul kit. The love they made that night was tender and tearful, both of them wanting to be as close to the other as possible. Omega handled Terzo as gently as if he were made out of glass. Terzo felt so emotionally fragile that he may as well have been.

It took a full day to get over the initial shock. They were in disbelief, nervous about the illusion shattering at any given moment. Terzo called Primo, since he was the only one who knew of their efforts, demanding that he set up a private ultrasound appointment. Terzo’s nails were bitten down to nubs by the time they were snuck into the infirmary in the dead of night. The scan confirmed it; their wildest dreams had become a reality. They were having a little girl. 

According to her measurements, Terzo had been pregnant for about 3 months without either of them knowing. They were too excited to mourn the time that they had missed out on. Both of them were glued to the monitor, squeezing each other's hands as they saw her strong little heartbeat. Omega stole a kiss from Terzo on the table, unbroken until the technician impatiently cleared her throat. They hurried back home to their chambers, deciding to take a bath together, Terzo feeling sticky from the ultrasound gel. Omega’s mouth trailed all over Terzo���s body worshipfully, and Terzo couldn’t stop giggling.

“A little girl…” Omega whispered, making Terzo shiver. Terzo leaned back heavily against his husband. Omega’s hands drifted almost unconsciously down to Terzo’s still-flat stomach, and Terzo sighed.

“What should we name her?” Terzo teased. They spent the rest of the night brainstorming and laughing giddily. They had always bathed and showered together, but from then on, Omega treated every evening like a special occasion, pampering Terzo with candles, flowers, fragrant oils and lotions, always taking their time together. It became a part of their nightly ritual. 

Everything about their lives immediately changed, Omega taking every opportunity he could to dote on Terzo. Omega began cooking every meal for him rather than sharing the responsibility between them. Terzo protested to Omega taking on the extra burden, and Omega shot back by pointing out how much of a burden Terzo was taking on by carrying their kit. Terzo was secretly pleased about Omega feeding him, though; while Terzo had been the one to teach Omega how to cook, Omega had quickly surpassed Terzo’s skill level. Omega was whip-sharp, an excellent student and a proficient learner. Now that Terzo was eating for two, Omega obsessively ensured that he was getting a healthy, well-rounded diet.

They held the belief that it was never too early to start on enrichment, and so they would regularly speak and read and sing to their kit. Music was always a regular feature in their household, but now Omega broke out his guitar more regularly, his fingers having never forgotten their rhythm. Terzo would sing at all hours of the day, his voice as haunting as ever. They took turns reading books for new parents aloud to each other, wanting to learn as much as they could before her arrival.

As Terzo’s body changed, they found themselves unable to keep their hands off each other, always touching just to touch. Omega would spoil him rotten, never letting him lift a finger around their quarters. He showered Terzo and his bump with affection whenever he could. Their regular positions on the sofa shifted, now with Terzo reclining against him as Omega’s hands explored his belly. Omega was obsessed, and he knew Terzo loved it.

“Amore, stop sniffing me!” Terzo cried in faux offense as Omega’s nose tickled the spot under his ear, unable to fight back a giggle, giving himself away.

“Mm, never. You’re so delicious.” Omega had always been a fiend for Terzo’s scent, but now he couldn’t get enough, always nuzzling and sniffing, sometimes even stealing Terzo’s worn clothing. He was soaking up the pheromones, Omega loved to say. 

Omega was lovesick. Lovesick, and territorial. Omega had lost count of the number of times that he had growled under his breath as another male ghoul stared a little too long at Terzo, even though they were no doubt simply trying to puzzle out his peculiar scent. It would slip out before he even realized what he was doing, possessiveness turning into aggression and quickly bubbling over. He could tell it excited Terzo. Omega could practically hear his heartbeat quicken, head swimming with electric tension when they’d connect.  Neither of them would forget about the incidents, the day invariably ending with Omega sweating above him, claws digging into Terzo’s hips.

They were shopping online for supplies for real now, together this time. They ordered so much baby stuff that the siblings who staffed the front office knew they were expecting before anyone else did. Whispers began to spread around the ministry. Rumor was, they were adopting. They stayed as quiet as possible about it for as long as they could, wanting to keep it special, between themselves. When they finally made the announcement, it was only to Terzo’s family and their close friends, mostly ghouls. 

They decided to tell everyone together and in person. Secondo rolled his eyes dramatically, to no one’s surprise. Copia had fanned his face to stop the tears from smudging his makeup. Primo, of course, had known for nearly as long as the couple had, but he rubbed at his temples as he watched Omega and Terzo get perhaps a little more affectionate than was called for at a family function.

“I’ve created a monster,” Primo grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. Omega ignored what he hoped wasn’t a double entendre. 

“You will feel differently when you have our principessa in your arms, fratello.” Terzo’s smile was smug, his hand resting on his middle. Omega rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to let himself feel uncomfortable at being called out on their PDA. 

At home, Omega connected with their kit with increasing strength and frequency as the weeks wore on, having wordless conversations as they traded emotions back and forth. Omega made a point of sending her wave after wave of love and assurances of safety, strong enough that Terzo could feel the reverberations. Terzo found it too heartwarming to feel excluded.

“What is she saying, mia ombra?” Terzo joked, running a hand through Omega's hair. 

“How much she loves her Papa,” Omega cooed. Terzo scowled.

“That is not funny,” Terzo scolded, suddenly sounding irate and incredulous. 

“I'm not kidding, tesoro!” Omega insisted with a breathy chuckle, looking up from where his head was resting on Terzo’s belly, unable to fight back a dreamy smile. He connected to Terzo's mind, relaying the emotions that he was picking up from their kit. Terzo's eyes began to sting with unshed tears, his mouth agape, for a moment speechless.

After a while, Omega’s touch alone began to make her more active, so much so that Terzo sometimes had to shove him away in the middle of the night just to get some rest. No matter how badly Omega wanted to spoon, needed to touch him, he agreed that Terzo’s rest was more important.

They were getting regular ultrasounds at that point, roughly following the schedule for a human pregnancy despite not knowing if there were any differences in ghoul gestation. Their kit was very much ghoulish, sporting a tail and little horns. Omega couldn’t tell who was more proud of that fact, himself or Terzo. No one was sure what such an unusual delivery would entail, so Terzo was urged to get a C-section, something that he eagerly agreed to. Their estimated due date was August third.

“A leo,” Terzo said with a soft smile as he stared into the monitor, the probe still pressed to his growing belly. Omega raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a good thing?” Omega didn’t know anything about astrology, but he had seen enough realms to have his doubts about the concept as a whole.

“Sì. Mia amata sorella was a leo,” he said, a wistful expression on his face. He shook his head as if to clear it, gazing directly into Omega’s eyes. “You’re going to be such a good father, Omega. I mean it.”

“So will you, Papa.” Omega responded teasingly. They had discussed their titles as parents often, eventually deciding that for Terzo, “Papa” was only natural, that it made the most sense. “Papa” had been an honorific, a symbol of the authority that he deeply resented being forced upon him. But the thought of his little girl calling him that, Terzo had said, seemed to soften its edges, soothe away his bitterness. Perhaps they had the opportunity to turn something painful into something precious. 

From the day they found out about their kit, Omega had begged Terzo to take leave from his role within the ministry and stay home with him. Terzo had refused, not wanting to allow himself to be slowed down. He was a fighter, after all, and there was work to be done. But as he progressed further along, so did his exhaustion. And his back pain. 

Their secret was soon out, too; once Terzo began to show, he could only hide beneath robes and cassocks for so long. The whispers had turned into a roar, rooms falling silent once he entered them. New recruits would openly stare in shock at his figure, and older clergy members would glower in disgust at the Emeritus who allowed himself to be bred by a filthy ghoul. He was all but ostracized, but Terzo refused to be ashamed of his family. He wanted to spit in the faces of those who derided them, to shake them by the shoulders until they understood that ghouls were people and deserved respect. The only friends he had left were the ghouls, and his brothers. 

Between the physical pain and the dirty looks, Terzo shared that he was beginning to feel very run down. Terzo came home a wreck one day in April, having decided enough was enough. One knowing look from Omega was all it took to break him, and before he knew it, Terzo was sobbing in his arms.

“I can’t go back, Omega. I cannot do it anymore!” Terzo wailed. “I cannot take another second of their hateful bullshit!” Omega shushed him softly, running his hands through Terzo’s hair. 

“Shhh. You don’t have to go back, I promise. We’ll talk to Copia. You can stay home as long as you like,” Omega soothed, rubbing Terzo’s back. He heard Terzo try and slow his breathing.

“If this is how they treat us now, how are they going to treat our kit?!” Terzo was working himself up all over again. Omega winced as a pang of sorrow shot through him. That was a good question, one that he didn’t have an answer for.

“Terzo, I–” 

“I want to fight them, Omega! I mean it! I would kill every last one of them myself for our daughter,” Terzo said through gritted teeth, and Omega found it endearing despite the gravity of the situation. Of course his feisty little human mate would want to defend their family with his life. Omega would never let it get to that point, they would run away to a secluded cabin somewhere if they had to. Anything to keep them safe. They’d make it work.

“I know you would, tesoro,” Omega said, his voice hushed. “And…” He paused for a moment, thinking on how best to deliver his next line. “That’s why I know you need to stay home. Even if you don’t get in a fight, all this stress isn’t good for her. Please, mia luce…”

Terzo looked up from his place against Omega’s chest, his eyes red and puffy from crying. Omega could see his internal struggle. He wiped away Terzo’s tears with the back of a clawed hand, and after what felt like an eternity, Terzo reluctantly nodded, gaze fixed on the floor. Omega’s heart skipped a beat, feeling cautiously optimistic.

They spent every day together from then on, Terzo temporarily freed from his duties. Now that Terzo was home full time, he went into full-blown nesting mode, babyproofing the entire house in an evening. They spent the next month meticulously decorating the spare room that they’d turned into a nursery in soft pinks, accented with gold. Omega was grateful to be involved every step along the way. 

Together, Omega and Terzo hand painted an intricate mural of a swirling galaxy on the far wall, hiding little hearts within the stars and peppering sweet messages throughout. They worked nearly every day, pouring endless amounts of love into their project in the hopes that their little girl would one day be surrounded by it tenfold. By May, they stood back and appraised their work: it was perfect. Almost. It needed something else, one final touch. They finished it with two handprints at the bottom, both wildly different sizes, one signed “Papa loves you” and the other “Daddy loves you”.

“Come here, amore, you’ve got something on your face,” Terzo called to him, beckoning him to where he sat resting on the floor. Omega had warned him not to sit down, knowing how hard it would be for him to get back on his feet again, but in typical Terzo fashion, he hadn’t listened. Omega approached, leaning down so that Terzo could inspect him. Before he knew what was happening, Omega felt something cold on his cheek: a wet smear of paint. He growled playfully, leaving a paint smear of his own along the line of Terzo’s jaw. They traded paint smudges until Terzo surrendered under threat of being tickled. Omega had to help Terzo up off of the floor just as he’d told Terzo would happen. They showered together, taking much longer than was necessary to scrub away the paint.

Omega had been working on a project of his own; he shared his plan with Copia, requiring his help to pull it off. He had the man acquire the necessary materials, and arranged for a two-hour work meeting with Terzo twice a week, every week, for a couple months. Initially Terzo was furious at being roped back into his duties, but he calmed upon realizing that Copia had primarily wanted an excuse to hang out. It was a nice outlet for him, after so much isolation. It was also a convenient way to keep up with and influence ministry affairs without going through the stress of his regular responsibilities.

Omega needed the blocks of privacy because, in secret, he had been learning carpentry, picking up woodworking with the ease that he seemed to acquire most skills that called upon his dexterity. The hardest part was keeping it a secret from Terzo, especially when they connected with his quintessence. Omega worked hard to shield that corner of his mind, rather than cut off their bond altogether. That was something he was unwilling to give up.  

When the time was right to bring a blindfolded Terzo into the nursery, Omega was treated to a reverent gasp when he allowed him to look. Before them sat an ornately crafted crib, made from dark cherry wood and carved with a tasteful heart motif. Omega lunged to catch Terzo as his knees buckled, tears streaming down his face. 

“Omega, did you…” Terzo whispered, hands covering his mouth. 

“I did.” 

That night as they sat together on the sofa, their touches became heated, as they so often did. Terzo ended up in Omega’s lap, his ghoul buried deep inside him, caressing him as Terzo bounced.

“Mm, getting tired?” Omega teased in his ear as Terzo’s movements became more shallow, beginning to falter.

“N-no, shut up,” Terzo panted. “I can handle this.” Omega chuckled darkly, one hand coming up to play with Terzo’s oversensitive nipples while the other found his cock. Terzo let out a shout.

“Are you sure, tesoro?” Omega asked oh so sweetly, working him harder. Terzo whimpered in overstimulation, trembling under Omega’s ministrations. To Omega’s surprise, though, Terzo began to move faster, turning the tables on him as soon Omega was begging for him to slow down, to draw things out. Terzo didn’t listen, hungry for Omega’s release, chasing it faster. Terzo only stopped once Omega’s cock kicked inside him, filling Terzo with his hot seed. When Terzo went to move off of him Omega stopped him, still inside of him, gripping his hips firmly.

“Stay,” Omega murmured against his skin, soft but not a request. Terzo listened, leaning back against Omega and craning his head up, lips searching. Their kiss was bruising, burning, Omega’s tongue plundering Terzo’s mouth as his hand returned to Terzo’s cock. Omega swallowed Terzo’s moans as he pumped him. His free hand explored every inch of skin he could access, taking his time to show Terzo’s body the appreciation it deserved.

When Terzo finally came into Omega’s hand with a guttural groan, he slumped heavily against Omega, who buried his face in the crook of Terzo’s neck. He kissed delicately along the deep scars that he found there, thanking every inch of scar tissue for bringing them back together. Omega carried a sleepy and sated Tezo to their bed, unwilling to make his mate move. 

When June rolled around, Terzo was becoming restless. Being unable to sit still and yet also unable to stand for very long was taking its toll. Omega did everything he could to keep Terzo distracted and mentally engaged, but it wasn’t enough. Terzo became testy, frequently snapping at Omega, only to shed guilty tears over his outburst afterward. His hormones were raging, his mood unpredictable at best. Omega didn’t take it personally, feeling far worse for Terzo he did than for himself.

Exacerbating the irritability was his physical discomfort. Terzo felt swollen and achy and exhausted, back pain becoming his new constant companion. His need for frequent naps was a marked change from his previously bustling lifestyle. While they were both undeniably grateful for having the domestic life together they’d always dreamed of, there was no avoiding the fact that Terzo needed an outlet. Omega called on Copia yet again, utilizing his fear of Terzo’s pregnancy rage to get what they needed. 

Talking Terzo into venturing down to the ministry’s indoor pool wasn’t easy. Being as far along as he was at that point, Terzo didn’t much like to go anywhere that he didn’t have to, and it had as much to do with the stares as it did with the back pain. Terzo wanted to enjoy this phase of their growing family, not be made to feel ashamed of it. Being soaking wet and exposed in a swimsuit was the last place he wanted to be seen by disapproving eyes. Omega knew, though, how much Terzo loved swimming. He also knew how good it would feel to get the pressure off of his back, and how much channeling his pent-up energy into easy physical activity would help him.

Terzo allowed himself to be coaxed into the idea when Omega dangled the key in front of his face; they would be going there after hours. Just the two of them. Shades drawn. 

They snuck down to the pool in the dead of night, Terzo wearing simple sweatpants and one of Omega’s t-shirts over his swimsuit. Omega knew his husband well enough to know that he would normally be mortified to be dressed so casually in public, but Terzo had a harder time dressing himself nowadays and needed something easy to get on and off. Terzo’s willingness to give up his dignity in exchange for relief from his discomfort made Omega feel guilty for having done this to his body in the first place. He shook his head, trying to banish the thought; Terzo would hate for him to think that way about their kit. Omega hated it, too. Comfort was a sacrifice that Terzo was willing to make, and Omega had to respect that.

When they got there, Terzo bemoaned not being able to use the hot tub, but they had read that it was bad for developing babies and wouldn’t take the risk. Still, it would’ve felt so nice on his sore muscles. Terzo hesitated in getting undressed, blushing as he went to pull his shirt off over his head. Omega reassured him that they were alone and that the door was locked. It was safe. 

Terzo slowly stripped, and though Omega knew that his intention wasn’t to tease, he felt his heartbeat quicken anyway. His heart stopped altogether when Terzo finally stood before him clad only in his old speedo. Omega had forgotten that Terzo might need something a bit… roomier, now. The garment managed to somehow be even more enticing than before, digging a little into his now wider, softer hips and accentuating his plump ass even further. Omega had to resist with every ounce of his strength not to take Terzo right then and there. He was entranced.

“Please stop staring... I know it is too small, I look awful,” Terzo muttered, his flush deepening. Omega moved behind him, slowly running his hands up and down Terzo’s sides.

“You’re so beautiful, Terzo. I wish you wouldn’t feel ashamed of your body. You’re perfect,” Omega assured him, kissing along Terzo’s neck and shoulders. Terzo huffed, clearly not believing him. Reaching out with his quintessence, Omega brushed against Terzo’s mind, asking to be let in; Terzo hummed, yielding easily to the familiar sensation. Omega flooded his own attraction to and desire for his mate through him, although perhaps a little too quickly, he realized, as Terzo swayed on the spot. Omega guided him to the water by the hand once he had steadied, inviting Terzo to join him. It took a long time before they got to the actual swimming part of their excursion. 

They fell into a routine of going to the pool to swim lazy laps every other night, giving Terzo breaks to recover from the exertion. Both his mood and his pain improved immensely. Omega was happy to see Terzo growing more content by the day. By the beginning of July, the two would often simply relax together and watch their kit, able to see particularly strong movements now. Their hearts ached to hold their baby girl in their arms. Less than a month, Omega would often have to remind Terzo. They were so close. 

One evening in late July, while they sat together in one of the ministry’s gardens on a brilliant, cloudless night, admiring a sky that looked so much like the one they got married under all those years ago, something big happened. The pair had been agonizing over their kit’s name for the entirety of Terzo’s pregnancy, adding and crossing off names on their list nearly every day. Nothing seemed to fit, was worthy of such a precious being, but the date was quickly approaching. As Omega was studying Terzo’s face in the celestial glow, thinking about how often that glow had guided their lives, an idea occurred to him. One that ended up sticking this time.

In that moment, Omega knew her name: Starlight.

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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.”

Omega should fuck him in this cove more often.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alpha and Mist nod.

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

Terzo’s a little shit.

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

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

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

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

Speaking of, they do have an hour before resuming…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terzo doesn’t hesitate to deepen it.

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

Omega’s Hell-beast blood boils.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m still angry ,” The Ghoul says.

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

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

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

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

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

“ Filthy .”

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“You’re better suited to richer tones.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t care about that shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

Omega easily undoes the buttons of his cassock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not many things were better than this.

-

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

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

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

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

There’s a collective eye roll from the pack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terzo tsks, “Not here.”

“Then where?” Omega asks.

“My rooms, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Omega gulps and his claws shift to human fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It all burns so good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sacred-coffin]

It's a shame that there's 2 more fics before I get to show everyone my current fav interpretation of terzomega. I don't think y'all are ready for it. It's insane. It's beautiful. I hope it kills us all

[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)

[sadistic-cardinal]

Going to post my fics here too so time to start with something cheerful. I lied it's very angsty. I can only appologise for this.

Heavy angst for Omega / Terzo.

In which Omega broke protocol and brought Papa III back only for him to be a shadow of his former self.

Find it on A03 here:

I BROUGHT YOU BACK WRONG

"What time are you making my food, Ghoul?"

Omega's hands tightened on the wet plate he was washing. It took every ounce of restraint within him not to snap it in two. It had become a nightly routine for Omega: cook for Papa Terzo, feed him, wash up and tell him, repeatedly:

"You already ate, Papa. I'm washing up."

As he said it for the third time this evening, his voice cracked a little.

It wasn't that Terzo had forgotten about eating again that made the bile rise in Omega's throat. It wasn't that he had already answered this question twice since Papa had finished his food. It wasn't even the demanding, absent tone in which he addressed his question. It was how he adressed him. Ghoul. Papa never called him Ghoul. Not once. Before.

Before... well, that was a long time ago. Terzo never would have had Omega cooking and running around after him to clean up like some sort of servant, for a start. Much to the scoffing of the upper clergy Terzo had delighted in cooking for Omega. He had been a wonderful cook, everything from Rigatoni alla Vodka to Quesadillas, something that Omega fondly remembers him discovering on their first American tour with the Ghost project, and not shutting up about them to the point where he was going on about them during their sets. He had been a wonderful cook. He had been a lot of things.

Now he was an empty husk, and Omega his keeper.

"You brought him back."

That's what Imperator had said.

"You defied me, and the Clergy, and brought that useless old bastard back, so you can babysit him."

The threat was thinly veiled and Omega picked up on the not-so-subtle subtext. He was not just to be his keeper. Now he was his guard. But, to Omega, tending to him day by day and never letting him out of his sight it felt more like... warden.

Dragging footsteps approached and Omega sighed heavily, turning to look at the dark-haired man as he wandered into the opulent adjoining kitchen of his Papal quarters.

The Ghoul's amber eyes met the smaller man's mismatched ones, one the color of moss and the other icy. He looked into them and saw to his relentless dismay that they remained alien. These eyes that looked back now were not how he had known them. These eyes were cold, glassy and vacant. Dead. The crow's feet next to them simply an echo of the smiles he used to wear for his Ghoul. His Omega.

Once those eyes of Terzo's were full of light, life, and... love. There was no point in denying it, his Papa had told him often enough. Love for him. Absolutely unmistakable in its blazing intensity. But where had it gone? Oh, how he would give anything to see that look again, even for a moment.

Omega didn't even pretend to understand humans. To him they were just so fucking fragile. As he looked at the former Papa, he felt a lump form in his throat. It wasn't fucking fair. Even now, still so beautiful, and yet over the years he had had to slowly watch his Papa lose little bits of himself.

A creature of Satan like Omega could never understand why their maker would put them in a dying vessel. Ever since these creatures are ripped from their mothers' wombs they start to die. Steadily and surely youth bleeds into old age and they wither away.

He thought that this was not unlike the roses that his Terzo, ever the romantic, used to cut for him from the rose bushes in his private garden.

"For you, Caro."

He would say, inhaling deeply from the petals before pressing the stem, diligently stripped of every thorn, into Omega's waiting palm.

But then it would wilt, and brown, and droop and die. For an immortal, the span of a few days is less than the blink of an eye. Hardly worth acknowledging. Omega treasured each flower all the same.

Both roses and humans had such short little lives, the latter seemingly so completely filled with relentless suffering. God certainly must have a sick sense of humour to inflict that on his children.

Terzo knew this too and he fought it with all his might. He had always known, in all his wisdom, that it was just as difficult for his eternal Omega to witness the slow decay of his love as it was for him to have to endure it himself. Ageing was kind to Terzo but it took from him all the same. The relentless pull of time showed itself in the way Papa became a little slower, a little more tired, the ache in his back and knees intensifying. There was little either could do as the years wore on and the lines on his face became deeper, the ringing in his ears louder, and came the appearance more and more grey hairs that Terzo would do his best to eliminate with the frantic application of box dye number twelve: 'midnight black.'

Siblings often would label him arrogant and vain. How were they to know that his efforts were to ease the aching heart of a creature that would never know what it was like to be slowly stripped of youth?

But that was then. The man in front of Omega now was indifferent. Indifferent to his grey roots and his heartbroken Ghoul.

Undeniably, there was something very wrong with him. It had been this way ever since his resurrection. Omega regarded the thin, white scar that laced the loose flesh, another insecurity brought fourth by the years, around his throat.

Perhaps it was his fault. Ghouls were not supposed to perform such rituals. He had been told so. He hadn't cared. He had gone against the Clergy, the very foundations of the Ministry itself, when he had drawn the sigil in his own blood on the floor of the chapel and begged the seven Princes of hell by the light of seven black candles to give him back his Papa. To relinquish his love from the depths of the pit.

He had payed dearly, too. He had been stripped of his Quintessence. Perhaps this is the closest he will ever come to the human experience of growing old he had felt there on that cold flagstone floor as his power was drained from him.

Omega, in this pact, had surrendered his element and his place in hell by Satan's side. By accepting these terms to have this human back, the Ghoul had condemned himself for an eternity in the darkest depths below. This was the price: a debt to be repayed by him on Terzo's return to the pit, after which he would never be able to return to the Earth above.

Back then he had thought it was more than fair, but now it just seemed like a cruel joke. He cannot even attempt to help Terzo with his elemental Quintessence. He has been rendered utterly useless. They both have.

Perhaps it is more cruel to have brought his Papa back in bits than to have left him alone in the depths.

But what other choice was there? He could not have returned to hell without being banished, and Imperator would never allow it. It was her final act of cruelty, to seperate the two of them for daring to love eachother. For Terzo to have given his heart to a lesser creature. Sex was fine, even encouraged in the eyes of the upper Clergy, but to fall in love with an inferior? That was detestable.

So Omega could not go back not while she lived and The Fourth remained a hapless puppet. And Terzo would be waiting. Alone in the depths of the pit without him. He really had had no choice but to attempt the sacred rite to bring him back. He had been struck down too soon. It was not his time to go!

However, with each passing day Omega had begun to realise that somehow he had fucked it up. He must have. Why else would his poor Papa be acting like this? Like he was somehow trapped between two worlds. Alive, but not. Lights on but no one home. He simply wasn't here anymore.

Worse it had gotten, too. Every day it was like another piece of him went missing. The life drained from his eyes, his posture became rigid. He no longer seemed to desire anything other than base functions; sleeping, eating, wandering aimlessly through the grounds. He was like a ghost. It was as if he aged the seven years he had been dead in one instant and his mind had wandered into some sort of purgatory.

"Papa..? What is it you want?"

Omega managed, snapping himself out of his spiralling thoughts as he turned to face Papa. His Papa. His beloved.

"You've taken off your mask."

Terzo said flatly, as he regarded him with a furrowed brow.

"You look... familiar."

It was like a slap. He wanted to scream. He wanted to grab Terzo by his skinny shoulders and shake him. Shake him until he could see him again. Until he could recognise him. Or until his neck snapped and his renewed suffering could end. 'Familiar? Familiar!? Don't you know who i am!? Don't you know who you are to me?! Don't you know what i have done to have you here?!'

Instead he just stared, mute and aching.

Terzo sighed and for a split second he looked like himself again. Take away some of the lines and the silver streaks in the temples of his disheveled hair and Omega could have almost thought this was his Terzo.

The one who commanded congregations and audiences with confident swagger. Terzo, who always had a witty sarcastic comment ready. Rebellious and idealistic, who still dreamed of a better world: his sprawling city of Meliora and its art deco skyscrapers reaching up to the heavens like a middle finger denouncing the tyranny of God.

His Terzo who adored children and apologised for swearing in front of them. His Terzo who loved women and their beauty and celebrated the joy of the female orgasm with pride for all to hear. His Terzo who loved Ghouls and treated them as equals and not as mindless tools to be used by the Ministry as they see fit. His Terzo who loved one Ghoul in particular, and would crawl into bed with him and wrap his arms around his waist and kiss him and hold him and tell him it was all going to be alright even when he didnt believe it himself...-

"Omega."

Omega's heart stopped dead in his chest.

"Yes...?"

Terzo blinked.

"That's who you remind me of. He was... he was my Ghoul."

He said, staring off into the middle distance somewhere.

"I summoned him when i became a Bishop. You don't eh... know him do you? No, that's presumptuous of me. You don't all know eachother. Hell is a big place. I think I've been there... i... don't quite remember."

It was the most he had said about anything in weeks and suddenly all Omega wanted was for him to shut up. He felt his throat burn from the sheer effort of holding back his tears.

'I'm right here! Why can't you see me? I brought you back, Papa...-'

"Papa...-"

Terzo waved a dismissive hand at him.

"I'm rambling again, scusi. I just... i miss him."

When Terzo looked at him, it was like he was looking straight through him. It hurt. By Satan himself oh how it hurt.

Omega placed a gentle hand on Terzo's shoulder.

'I brought you back wrong.'

He thinks.

'Something went so...-'

He flinches as Terzo jerks back.

"What are you doing, Ghoul?"

Omega felt his heart break right then.

"...Sorry, Papa. I shouldn't have...-"

Terzo narrows his eyes at him.

"I'm not looking for a Ghoul fuck, if that's what you want."

He presses the heel of his hand to his temple, as if he is racking his brain for the answer to something that is tormenting him.

"Just... just make sure you do your duties in here, and then you can go."

Omega's chest rises and falls in a heaving sigh as he watches Terzo pad out of the room, still holding his head.

"It was never just a fuck, cuore mio."

He whispers, losing the fight against the hot tears that sting his eyes and flood down his cheeks.

"Never."

[ofthemorningstars]

The Way We Fit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deeper!” Terzo urged him on, panting.

“I really don’t think–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Brat ~ Terzomega oneshot

Smut

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Um. So I wrote this based on Vanmecs er... Art series... On Twitter. 18+

I've been debating posting this because it's... Ummm not what I usually write. Very intense. But I decided fuck it, I'll post it. Hahahaha

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Terzo gets put in his place.

Content warning - bondage, blindfolds, gags, overstimulation, sounding

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Click.

Omega pushed the barred metal into the slot on the other side, the chain of the handcuffs clanking quietly against the metal bed frame. He slid his hands down Terzo’s shoulders as he examined, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Terzo test them. As intended, his hands were held in place above his head, allowing only enough wiggle room to slightly bend his elbows. His ankles, too, experienced a similar fate. They were cuffed to a metal bar, forcing his legs apart for Omega’s convenience. Terzo was grinning wider than Omega was, although there was room for debate. He stared up at his own defenselessness, tugging gently and twisting his knees inward for the sake of feeling trapped. 

Terzo wore his favorite black gartered socks, hating the feeling of being without them. On his upper body, his jacket was unbuttoned and thrown to his sides, leaving his torso entirely available. Around his neck was a pink bow, a collar charm dangling from it that had the degrading term “brat” engraved on it, and a matching bow around the base of his already throbbing cock. 

“Last chance,” Omega warned, dragging a finger around Terzo’s chest. Terzo watched, chest puffing, mouth slightly agape. Omega was kneeling on the bed beside the bound man, wearing nothing but his own black boxers, surrounded by a wide variety of toys: a whip, some beads, and, much to Terzo’s interest, multiple vibrators.

”I will not be merciful.”

“Good.” Terzo hissed through his smile. Omega raised his eyebrows and blinked slowly, tilting his head.

”Is that so?” Omega removed his hand from his chest, slowly wrapping his fingers around the pink, leather whip. Terzo’s smirk faded as he watched with wide eyes, yet no protest escaped his lips. Omega chuckled.

”No. Nonono,” Omega stood up, opening a drawer in his nightstand where a bottle of lube sat on top, “you think I am finished?”

Terzo furrowed his eyebrows, yet the confusion gave way to shock as Omega pulled out a pink ball gag and an object that was hidden behind a gray cloth. He knelt back down, unwrapping the object tantalizingly slow in front of Terzo, making direct eye contact as he now held a small metal sounding rod in front of Terzo.

”You know where this goes, don’t you, Papa?” Omega teased. Terzo stared wide eyed in shock, nodding, silent as a mouse.

”Forgive me for what I had said earlier. Now, this is your last chance.” Omega grabbed the ball gag in his other hand, twirling the sounding rod in his fingers, examining it as if he had never seen it before.

”Do you see a spot to cum through this? Because I don’t.”

Terzo shivered. He swallowed, his mouth dry, muscles tense. He remained quiet. 

“I’m being nice, amore,” Omega sighed dramatically, “this is your last chance to-“

”Don’t be a pussy, ghoul.” Terzo barked. Omega stared at him blankly, his mouth slowly closing. Terzo grinned. Omega had never seen someone look so confident, so defiant.

So bratty.

Omega grabbed his jaw, prying it open, Terzo’s squeak like music to his ears. He jammed the gag into his mouth, huffing angrily, pulling him by his hair to clip the gag to him. That confident look vanished from Terzo’s eyes, replaced with desperation, almost fear. A useless look, as Omega used the cloth that hid the sounding rod to blind the now whining man.

Terzo’s silence had transferred over to Omega. Terzo was whining, whimpering, squirming gently. Omega said nothing. His claws raked down his chest and down his stomach, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave faint red marks trailing down his skin. He could hear Terzo trying to speak through the gag, but if it were anything worth hearing, he would have said so during the chances Omega had so mercifully given him. That opportunity was over now.

Omega grabbed the sounding rod. He placed the tip of it on Terzo’s chest, making him flinch, dragging it down the middle of his torso. Licking the tip of his cock, Omega moved it all the way down, crawling up to meet his tongue, where the only sort of lube he decided to use being his own saliva. He licked it, held Terzo’s cock still, and began to insert it.

Terzo gasped. His back arched and he whined louder, tugging hard on his cuffs. Yet he remained there. Not still, but in place. His breath was rapid as the rod was fully inserted, creating a pressure inside of him that he only felt when he would orgasm. 

But, of course in Omega and his cruelty, that was not all. He grabbed the bar that Terzo’s ankles were strapped to, looping it around his head, squeezing Terzo’s thighs. His fingertips dug into the skin of his hips on one hand, the other reaching for one of the vibrator packs that was set next to Terzos waist. It was a small pink box with a dial, attached to it being bullet vibrators via a cord. That, too, Omega licked and spat on, and without any warning, he began pushing the bullets into Terzo.

Terzo’s thighs tensed and he whined behind the gag, jolting slightly in surprise. Too soon, as Omega had lubed himself, and began stuffing the vibrators deep inside of Terzo with his cock. Terzo gasped and arched his back, moaning, jerking his head side to side and tugging on the cuffs. 

Omega let out a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he entered his partner entirely. No. He tormented himself for a moment, forcing himself to pull out once he thrusted the vibrators against Terzo’s prostate a few times. 

“Not yet,” he mumbled under his breath, both to Terzo and himself. 

Another. This time, a wand. Pressed against his entrance, holding up his balls, Omega took a roll of medical tape he had stolen from the ministry's infirmary just for this special occasion they had been talking about for a few days. He taped the box of the bullet vibrators along with the wand to Terzo's thigh, unnecessarily digging it into his skin just to leave a reminder of how much of a slut Terzo was for begging for this. 

A physical reminder would not be necessary, though, for the shock that coursed through the bound man's body as Omega turned the vibrators on at once at full throttle would be burned in the back of Terzo's mind for a long time. 

“Mmph!” Was all Terzo could say. He could squirm and twitch, flail his thighs, but he was silent. He could not escape the feeling with the toys taped in place. 

Omega stared at his work, fangs poking into his lower lip as he grinned sadistically. But, oh, his work was not done yet. There was still another vibrator pack. 

“Hmm…” Omega thought aloud, trailing the plastic cover of the box across Terzo's stomach. “Where… Where…”

The bullets dragged behind, gliding up to his chest, circling his nipples. Terzo gasped through his already growing-frantic moans, puffing his chest out as if inviting Omega to torture it. So he did. He taped each bullet to either nipple, this time teasing the poor pope by gradually increasing the intensity until it was at max. 

“Filthy.” Omega grumbled, climbing off of the bed and admiring him. Terzo turned his head to the sound of Omega's voice, moans escaping in high pitched but quiet whines and whimpers.

“So filthy, in fact,” Omega walked around the bed, Terzo's attention following his footsteps, “it makes me want to go take a shower.”

“Mmph!?” Terzo cried. He shook his head. Omega chuckled. 

“Oh, yes. Right now.” Omega made it a point to open their shared clothing drawer loudly. Terzo whined and cried through his gag as Omega collected his clothes. 

“Shh, shh.” Omega returned to the side of the bed, startling Terzo as he touched his face to caress his cheek, makeup smeared with drool, “I'll only be gone for… 30 minutes. Oh, I sure hope you don't have to cum.”

Terzo gripped the chain of his hand cuffs, shaking his head desperately, his begging for Omega to stay unintelligible. His squeals grew louder with each distant footstep until a final cry of panic as the door to their shared bathroom shut and locked. 

Omega only smirked to himself as he listened to the gradual increase in volume of Terzo’s shrill, gagged cries. He'd think he was being murdered with those sounds if he didn't know any better. If it wasn't his own hands who set him up for this torture. 

Omega took his time, drying himself off, his content hums occasionally drowned out by particular high pitched wails. He didn't bother putting his clothes on. There would be no point, he would only discard them as he stepped back in the room to deliver more sensation to his toy for the evening. He gently stroked his throbbing length, closing his eyes, imagining the scenario of Terzo writhing there in the sheets, tear stricken and drool pooling around his cheeks. He played with himself briefly, just enough to bead up some precum, before opening the door. 

Terzos head jerked to the side, though he still couldn't see. Omega nearly stumbled at the sight; his makeup was nearly gone, cried off of his skin apart from some blotchy spots and his nose. Bruises circled his tense wrists from tugging on his cuffs, his knees twisted inwards, though the spreader bar forbade any relief for the suffering man. 

“Fuck.” Omega growled, slowly stepping towards Terzo, who whined and choked eagerly behind his gag. There was no telling what Omega would do to him, but for some reason he believed that Omega would have mercy on him. His thought was backed up with the evidence of Omega turning off and removing the vibrating wand between his legs, gently pulling out the vibrators stuffed in his ass that tormented his prostate to a mind numbing level. He sighed, though the bullets on his nipples continued to make him jerk and shiver. But, mercy did not mean that it would all be over. 

Terzos delusion was shattered, losing all sense of mercy as the bullets were reattached to his still stuffed cock, just below his tip. He shrieked, bucked his hips and wailed loudly, groaning with no time to react when Omega stuffed a heart shaped plug inside him. 

Saliva trailed off of his lips and tongue as Omega removed the gag. In his typical fashion, Omega refused him any time to speak before his cock was jammed between his lips, only replacing the gag, except this time his vocal cords were restrained. His cock penetrated so far down his throat, the only sounds Terzo could produce being a strained, quiet hum, further stimulating the ghoul who fucked his throat so harshly. And, despite his suffering, Terzo did his best work for his love. 

Omega didn't finish. The mercy he refused to show the rest of Terzos sweat-coated body he showed to his throat as he slowly pulled out as to not seriously hurt him. Omega let his cock slap against his face a few times before climbing on the bed, straddling Terzo, ignoring his now ungagged babbles and begs for nothing in particular. Still blindfolded, he could only sob to the feeling of his legs being lifted, hooked around Omega's body, while the sounding rod and vibrators were finally removed from his throbbing, red cock. 

Startling him, Omega ripped the vibrators off of him as his mouth descended to his chest, biting and sucking, growling sadistic threats through gritted teeth each brief moment he pulled away. Threats to knock the poor man out with his cock alone, pounding him beyond repair. These threats were not empty, as he was already hastily lining himself up, grinding against him, hands now grabbing at his waist as he carefully yet quickly pushed inside.

Terzo wailed. His back arched off the bed, blindfold refusing to give him any idea of what the ghoul had planned for him. His entrance was stretched, Omega only going in slow enough as to not tear him from impact, prostrate still throbbing and stimulated from the vibrators before. Omega wasted no time to begin pounding, their skin slapping together, the sound drowned up by Terzo's crazed, desperate moans and the sound of the chain clinking against the bed frame. 

Terzo was losing his mind. He was seeing stars at this point, overstimulated to all hell. Light reflected off of the sweat beading up on his body, soaking the sheets beneath him, cock leaking precum. Naturally, after everything he had gone through, it was impossible for him to last. He could feel it throbbing in his balls, gurgling up, sending waves of intense pleasure up his spine that made him twitch until his eventual, hard release. His hips flew up, seed shooting out of him, some strings landing in his wide open mouth as he screamed Omega's name.

“Feeling too fucking good? Can't fucking wait for me?” Omega hissed. 

“Sí!” Terzo shouted, fucked so stupid he forgot how to speak English. 

“I'm gonna fucking breed you. Do you want to carry my kits? Do you?” Omega threatened, gripping his hips firmly. 

“Sí, sí, sí!” 

Omega was not far behind Terzo's orgasm. He pounded faster, grunting, nails digging into Terzo's back and belly, the latter constantly inflating and deflating with a bulge as his cock pumped in and out of him. In and out, in and out, all the way to the tip and slamming back in up to his balls. with a final, forceful thrust, he finished deep inside his mate with a harsh growl, making the bound man sob and jolt. 

Apart from Terzos sobs, they were silent and still once Omega finished. Omega huffed through clenched teeth, looking down at the dripping mess he made of his partner and the bed, covered in both of their cum. His eyes trailed up his abused body, claw marks and hickeys leading up to his still blinded eyes, his eyebrow muscles turning upright as his lip quivered. Omega tilted his head as he ever so gently pulled out, a flood of cum flowing after. Gently undoing Terzo's blindfold, Omega hummed in both satisfaction and concern at the look in Terzo's eyes. Glossy and fearful, but just the way Terzo had begged him to make him feel hours before. Omega smiled first, his grin contagious, forcing Terzo's lips to curl upwards. 

“Are you okay?” Omega asked softly, wiping drool from Terzo's face. Terzo nodded. 

“Sí… Sí… Yes…” he murmured. Omega reached up, unclipping his hand cuffs, kissing every claw mark and hickey as he moved down his body to release him from the spreader between his feet. Terzo peeled himself off the bed, body still shaking. 

“Come here,” Omega was speaking with such gentleness now, scooping Terzo up and sitting him down on a chair, “these sheets need to be cleaned.”

Terzo giggled, his voice raspy from all of his screaming. Omega tore off the sheets from the bed, tossing them in the laundry basket before putting his boxers back on. Then, he picked out a pair of pretty black panties, decorated with hearts and presented them to Terzo, as well as some comfy pajamas. Terzo blushed and took the clothing, getting himself dressed as Omega replaced the sheets and blanket on the bed. 

“You're sure I did not hurt you?” Omega asked, picking the tiny man up again and holding him. Terzo shook his head, exhausted. 

“You always fuck me perfect, amore… you never hurt me.” Terzo kissed Omega's cheek. Omega nuzzled his nose in the crook of his neck, kissing repeatedly, making Terzo giggle and try to push him away. When he did, Terzo gave the ghoul a shit eating grin. 

“What was that you said about ‘kits’?”

Omega blushed. 

[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

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[kabukiaku]

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

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

[sacred-coffin]

12 am time to post Coffin's first smut (real) (not fake)

Come get your tooth rotting Terzomega smut . or don't idc

[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

[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

Kinktober 2024

Day 1 - Mirror Sex

Papa Emeritus IV

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

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” • Mirror Sex

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Choose my next stories!!!!!

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

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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)

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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…

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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.