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ramblingoak · 8 months

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Care Package

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ You take care of Copia after he gets sick at the end of the tour

Warnings: Copia being dramatic while sick, fluff, sfw, 1k words, not proofread forgive me

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“I’m dying.”

Here we go. It was a good thing your back was turned because Copia would pitch a fit if he saw you rolling your eyes. You sighed and continued to pick up all of the used tissues that were littering the floor. When he let out a pitiful sigh you groaned, turning your head to glare at him.

“Copia, you’re fine.”

“No, no this is it. I can feel it.” You bit your lip to stifle the laugh that wanted to bubble out. Copia was endlessly dramatic whenever he was under the weather. “It’s near.”

“What’s near?”

“Death.”

“Oh Lucifer, you’re not going to die from a cold.” He started to respond but was immediately interrupted by a series of violent sneezes, the whole bed shaking from the force of them. You turned back to the dirty tissues, shoving them into a trash bag while he recovered. The sound of him blowing his nose filled the room and right when you were turning to check on him again a wet, balled up tissue hit you right in the face. “Son of a fuck! Copia!”

“Eh?” His adorably confused look stopped you from leaping onto the bed and strangling him, but just barely. The sight of his red, watery eyes made your irritation disappear. His face was flushed from the fever and sweaty locks of hair had fallen across his forehead. When Copia realized you were staring at him he groaned and threw his arm over his face. “You shouldn’t see me like this.”

“Like what?” You dropped the trash bag and grabbed another box of tissues, slowly walking around the bed to sit by his hip. He whined when you tugged on his arm so you could see his face. “Hey, like what?”

“Pathetic.” You cooed at him, reaching out to brush his hair back. He sighed when you placed your cool hand on his forehead. “Weak and old. Hideous.”

“Well, this is all true bu–”

“Dolcezza!” Copia’s voice broke while he whined and he was overcome with a fit of coughing. You helped turn him so he was coughing away from you, rubbing his back as they came to an end. “Ugh, why are you here?”

“Someone has to take care of you.”

“You’re going to get sick too.” He rolled back over on his back with a groan. “I don’t want you to catch this.”

“I’ll just have to risk it.” You smoothed his hair out again, giving him a soft smile when he met your eyes. “I want to take care of you, Copia.”

“Fine, fine. Twist my arm.” He managed a weak smile and you resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you, amore.”

“You’re welcome, Papa.” You reached towards his night stand and grabbed the damp cloth you had set there earlier. Copia let out a relieved sigh when you wiped the sweat off his face. “Now, I’m going to clean you up a bit and then you’ll need to eat something before you take any more medicine.”

“I couldn’t possib–”

“It's homemade chicken noodle soup.”

You laughed when he grabbed your hand, his eyes lighting up at your words.

“Did Secondo make it?”

“Yes, your brothers gave me a care package for you.” Copia sniffled a bit and you let him pretend it was from his cold. You got up to grab the laundry basket Terzo had given you and brought it over to the bed, setting it at Copia’s feet so you could show him everything inside. “Your ghouls also added a few things.”

“Anything good?”

“Primo gave me a salve I’m supposed to rub on your chest.” You shook her head at him when he waggled his eyebrows. Even when feverish he couldn’t help himself. “And Terzo added a book and these penis shaped hard candies for your throat.”

“Where does he find this stuff?” Copia made grabby hands for the candies and you tossed them over. He opened the bag quickly, popping one into his mouth and smiling around it. “These aren’t bad though, what book is it?”

“The Hobbit.” His eyes immediately started watering and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. He used to read that to me when we were kids.” Copia cleared his throat and smiled. “What did the ghouls send?”

“Um, Phantom knit you a sweater but he ran out of yarn so it’s missing a sleeve.” You held up the bright blue monstrosity that the quintessence ghoul had proudly shoved into your hands that morning. “Other than that you got some eucalyptus candles and tea, a few crossword puzzle books and Aurora is letting you borrow her box set of all the Halloween movies.”

Copia’s face lit up at the last item, both he and the ghoulette had bonded over an intense love for slasher movies. You laid the sweater over his chest and handed him the dvd’s then busied yourself putting the basket away and setting the candles around the room while you both pretended he wasn’t crying. After he blew his nose a few times you wandered back over, the book from Terzo in your hands. Copia yawned and settled back into his pillows while you fussed over him, helping him get comfortable.

“Will you read to me, amore?” You wanted to get him to eat some soup first, but rest would be good for him as well. As carefully as possible you got up on the bed and sat next to him, smiling when he scooted closer and rested his head against your thigh. “Just until I fall asleep.”

“Whatever you need, Copia. I’ll be right here.” His breath was already evening out, his body going limp as you ran your fingers through his hair. You quietly opened the book in your lap, taking a few seconds to watch him before you started to read. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year

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𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Mary has certain rules you should both stick to for your relationship to work. However, rules are made to be broken and Mary hasn't always played by the rules. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Sex turning into making love 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x AFAB!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), PiV unprotected sex (use protection yall!!), Mary becoming emotional, crying during sex, love confessions, rough sex turning into slow love making. The word cunt is used to refer to reader's genitals once. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1090 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Made myself feel all mushy and sappy writing this, damn. This fic has been v briefly proofread because we don't proofread here, we die like Terzo I mean what. 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

There are rules Mary has in place for your relationship. Rules that he insists you both should stick to for things to go smoothly with no complications. You confine your sexual relations to two days a week, you go on a date every weekend to bond away from intimate activities, but the most important rule (to Mary at least)?

No eye contact during sex.

It’s not that they don’t want to see you. They’ve memorised the way your mouth drops open, and how ecstasy morphs your features when they bring you to completion from the many times they’ve watched your face during sex. They just don’t want things to get messy. Your relationship works so well because you’re not privy to how truly vulnerable and powerless they’ll feel under your gaze if your eyes meet in the throes of carnal passion. It works because they’re in control, they set the pace, and you respect their boundaries and needs without prying. And it works because you’re happy to let them take the lead and offer you pleasure and companionship without feelings muddying everything. They’re not sure they could handle it if you realised how deeply they cared for you beyond friendship and sex. The rejection would crush them.

Worries about you ending your relationship are far form his mind right now, however. Instead, he’s preoccupied with the feeling of your walls squeezing him as he pistons his cock in and out of you, skin slapping on skin mingling with the squelching of your arousal. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, heels of your feet digging into his ass, and your nails claw at his back as he moans into your neck. He can feel himself crawling closer to climax each time his pelvis meets yours, but there’s another feeling too. Something unfamiliar. He tries to dismiss it as getting caught up in the moment but he’s not sure that’s what it is. He can’t pin it down to pick it apart and analyse what it is, so lost in the way you cling to one another.

“Fuck, Mary, stop. Stop!”

Your demand snaps them out of their thoughts immediately, pulling out of you and removing their face from your neck to look at you with wide, panicked eyes.

“Did I hurt you? Shit, I didn’t mean to.”

You shake your head and offer them a comforting smile as you cup their face in both hands. “Let’s just… go slow, yeah? I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world.”

Mary blinks. It’s the first time you’ve asked them for something like this. Usually, you’re content to let them drag orgasm after orgasm out of you and treat you as rough as they need to. They’re not accustomed to you asking for something different and what you want from them feels scarily close to something they’ve never allowed themselves to experience with you or with anyone else.

“Let me take care of you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as they freeze, uncertain.

Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, maybe it’s that unidentifiable feeling, but Mary nods and allows you to reach down and guide them back inside your cunt. They gasp when you pull them so that you’re laying side by side and throw your leg over their hip to pull them closer.

“Is this okay?” you ask. Neither of you move as you wait for their answer.

Eventually, he nods. “This is good. Should I… should I move?”

“Don’t forget to take it slow.”

With another nod, Mary rocks his hips against yours and slides in and out of your wet heat. His thrusts are leisurely but deep, both of you moving in tandem and pulling one another so close that there’s no space left between your bodies. Mary’s nose bumps against yours and he reaches up to brush his jet black hair out of his face, eyes accidentally meeting yours.

The moment he catches your gaze, it’s like something snaps into place in his brain. Things start to make sense and for once he’s not terrified of what might happen if he lets down his walls for you. The fear of losing you and what you both share dissipates in that moment as you smile reassuringly and your foreheads touch. Mary’s arms scramble to wrap around your lower back and he rolls so that you’re on top of him. You continue to roll your hips against him, and he feels himself hit deeper within you as you move your legs so that you’re straddling his hips but with your torso still resting on top of his. One of his hands reaches up hesitantly to caress your cheek and he realises that he’s shaking.

“Shh, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” You wipe away a tear that had started to trickle down their face and seal your lips over his once more. It’s a kiss that feels more tender and emotional than others you’ve shared. It feels like what Mary thought first kisses were supposed to feel like. It makes their chest swell and a fuzzy warmth flood their body and their eyes flutter closed as you both lose yourselves in one another. The world beyond their bedroom, beyond even their apartment, may well not exist.

Mary doesn’t know how what comes over them, but when they finally break the kiss their stare into your eyes once more. The way you smile adoringly, doing the majority of the work and trailing delicate fingers over their skin and through their hair, makes their breath hitch. Their lips part in preparation to say something but you press a finger to their lips and gently shush them.

“You don’t need to say it. I love you too.”

I love you too.

Fresh tears spill down their face as they finally climax, gasping as their cock kicks and they paint your insides. A few seconds later and your walls flutter and convulse around them, milking them as you let out a soft moan. Your movements slow gradually, both of you coming down from your climaxes after a few minutes, and you place a chaste kiss on their lips.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, easing you off his softening dick and placing you on the mattress beside him before immediately snuggling up to you. “I love you so much.”

The last thing he hears as he starts to drift into a peaceful sleep is your murmuring voice as you hold him close.

“I love you more.”

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere-ish?)

Loosely based on the song "Love Story" by Sarah Cothran and heavily based on a video made by the wonderful foggyweaver on TikTok. ♡ - Jez

CW: female aligned reader, reader is around Terzo's age, death, murder, blood. slight yandere themes. mentions of masturbation and sex, slight non-con touching (not sexual). chapter i is safe and can be read as a stand-alone for those looking for something lighter. not proofread, we die like my self-respect after discovering this band.

i. romeo take me somewhere we can be alone

Terzo Emeritus, the youngest of Papa Nihil's sons, has always held a special place in your heart. Ever since you remembered. He's always been there, since you were both small children.

You'd learn together. Eat together. Play together.

You'd even have sleepovers together, cuddling together as you slept in his bed. You were inseparable. Terzo would always be there for you, holding your hand as your friendship bloomed and eventually became something more.

Terzo and you would sit on the balcony, enjoying the last few warm days of summer. You enjoyed the sunset, watching all the beautiful colors that would only appear on the sky for this one, special show.

It was a quiet day. You could both hear a few birds still chirp, hidden within the branches. Perhaps they, too, were enjoying the peacefulness of the day. Everything else seemed to either sleep or prepare to sleep, even if it wasn't late yet.

"I wish it was always like this." Terzo spoke up, but his voice didn't disrupt the peaceful silence that was embracing you both as he laid down on the blanket, his head in your lap as one of hands held one of your own, stroking your index finger with his thumb gently.

"Me too." You smiled softly as you looked down at his face. He didn't wear his cardinal make-up today, nor did he wear the cassock he despised. He was dressed more casually, and so were you. Because right now, on this warm, peaceful evening, he wasn't Cardinal Terzo Emeritus. And you weren't Sister [Name]. Right now you were just two childhood best friends who have finally managed to find a peaceful moment together after being challenged by the new responsibilities of adult life. "It's nice. I'm gonna sound stupid, but I miss you. Even if I see you everyday... It's just not the same, you know?"

He smiled softly at your awkward little chuckle, his eyes filled with adoration and pure happiness. You had no idea what you were doing to him. What you have been doing to him for years.

He raised his free hand to cup your cheek. And like the precious darling you were, you pressed your cheek into his palm, your own hand coming to rest on top of his as you smiled at him. Oh, that beautiful, beautiful smile of yours... It would always melt his heart. It was what got him through his days, the memory of your smile always there in his mind, as if branded with hot iron into whatever part of his brain was responsible for happiness.

Of course, the memories of your smiles were nothing compared to the real deal. A memory could never capture all of your beauty. The way light shined in your skin. How your hair framed your face, a bit messy after taking off the dreaded headpiece you were expected to wear as a Sister of Sin. How your eyes would sparkle even in complete darkness, as if they held their own [eye color] galaxies in them.

He sometimes wondered if you felt anything like that towards him. If your day was brighter when you saw him. If your heart ached when he wasn't there with you. If you also stole a T-shirt of his to shove your pillow into just to feel like he was next to you in bed. He doubted you did, but he counted his clothes religiously either way, hoping one day a shirt or a pair of underwear suddenly go missing after one of your visits. He stole your shirts and panties before, just to feel closer to you when he would be lonely at night. Holding your panties in his fist when he touched himself was the most he could get for now, even if it was hardly enough. He was lucky he had a really wild imagination, he could imagine it was your fingers on his cock instead of his own. But at the end of the day, he knew it was nowhere near how good the real you would feel.

He wanted to be your first. He needed to be your first. It was only fair. He's been your first for everything so far, and you were his. He was your first friend, your first kiss, he should also be the first to sleep with you, shouldn't he? He loved you for years and loved him back, wouldn't it be fair if you took each other's virginities as well? If you were the first to touch him? If he was the first to touch you? The first and the only one to touch you.

"It's gonna sound stupid, but..." You spoke up quietly, a small giggle trying to leave your lips. His heart would always melt when you spoke. Especially when you spoke so quietly, when your words were meant for him and him alone. He would drink up any sound you made, every word, every giggle, every sigh. "Sometimes I wish we could run away together. Not have to deal with everything going on here. Just the two of us."

Terzo sat up, making you look at him, a bit surprised, considering how much he loved to rest with his head on your lap. He chuckled at how your eyes widened slightly as you followed his movement.

He moved closer to you, your knee gently bumping into his as he held your face in his hands and looked deep into your eyes, leaning closer until your lips brushed against each other, but not kissing you yet.

"Then let's do that. Let's escape together, somewhere nobody will find us. Somewhere we'll be completely alone."

You nodded slowly and he smiled, closing the distance between your lips. Every kiss he gave you was just as sweet as the first one years ago. It was always so warm, made you feel so safe when he would carefully pull you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist to press your chest against his after he carefully pulled you to straddle his lap.

That summer evening, one of Terzo's biggest dreams came true. He got to be your first.

ii. romeo save me, i've been feeling so alone

"You broke your promise, you miserable old bastard." You wept softly, your heart aching in despair and your knees hurting from the time you've spent on the floor, crying by Terzo's feet.

He remained silent, not even sparing you a glance. He didn't acknowledge you, no matter how much you would beg, scream or cry. You've banged your fists on the floor in a pathetic attempt to get anything out of him. Still nothing.

"Terzo, please... You swore to me... You swore to never leave me, remember...? So keep your promise and get up... I'm begging you..."

Yet, no matter how much you would plead, you had no way of getting his attention. You had no way to make his eyes open, to make his lips smile again, to make his arms hold you close just this one more time. After all, a dead man could do none of that.

Since his death, you'd spend hours in the room he and his brothers were kept, weeping by the glass coffin he was kept in. Although you wouldn't even call it a coffin, no. It was a fucking display case.

A display case so Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator could send Terzo and his brothers on a "tour". So the fans could see their favorite Papa up close, limited only by the glass box they were kept in.

The glass box you knelt next to every night for months now, bawling your eyes out. You knew how pitiful it was, an old satanic nun, a woman entering her 60s, kneeling and crying every night by the coffin of her lover until the Ghouls found her and took her back to bed. It was usually Omega, he was one of the very few people who still came to pay respects to his dear old friend.

Sometimes you'd sit together and talk so you could feel better. The Ghoul has been a great help all this time, always willing to offer you a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. You'd reminisce together, you more than him. You've known Terzo longer, you've had more memories of him. More tears to shed at his loss.

"Terzo... You can hear me, right...?" You whispered, fully aware of how pathetic you were. How pathetic you looked and sounded. But you'd take any chance to see his mismatched eyes look at you again with the warmth they once held whenever they looked at you. To feel his lips smile as you both kissed, exchanging hushed love confessions each night. To feel his arms wrapped around you protectively, possessively even. To feel the intimacy of feeling him inside you, both of you lost in each other's love. "Please... You must... You must hear me..."

You pressed your palm to the glass, still on your knees. You couldn't get up, you couldn't look at his body. At how his head was stitched back to his body after that dreadful photo session. They cut his head off and made the poor, terrified cardinal pose with it, only to stitch it back to let more fans see him. Pose next to his corpse and take silly selfies. Oh, how you longed to rip their phones out of their hands and break them. But you were forbidden from being in the room altogether, only allowed in because of some arrangements Omega made for you. If you were gone by sunrise, you could remain by your beloved one's side for the night.

"Please... You have no idea how alone I am..." You whispered, as if confessing your sins to him. Sins he always already knew you committed, as he committed most of them with you. "The Ghouls are trying to be there for me, but it doesn't make the pain go away, you know...? It's always there. The aching in my chest, it never leaves."

Your words echoed in your own mind, hoping to hear any response from him. Anything at all, even if he were to yell at you for bothering him in the afterlife. Even if he told you he hated you. All you wanted was to see him again, no matter if he never wanted to deal with you again. You'd be happy enough knowing he was alive and well.

Your heart felt like it was about to either shatter or explode out of misery, tears still falling down your cheeks, as if they could never end, no matter what, your eyes would never stop shedding tears for the love of your life, who just laid there, unmoving, never to respond to you.

"Please... Terzo... I love you... I'm still wearing the ring you gave me..." You wept, the engagement ring he gave to you the day before he died. He proposed to you at sunset, as you both sat on the balcony, like all these years ago, when you took each other's virginities. And you accepted, of course, even if theoretically you couldn't exactly get married. But it was the sentiment that mattered to you both. "Wake up... We'll run away, just like we wanted... We wanted to run away, remember? Together? Please... We can do that, just wake up... Don't leave me alone..."

Yet no matter how much you cried, nothing happened. After all, a dead man can't respond to you.

iii. marry me, juliet, you'll never have to be alone

Every Papa had his own followers. Ones that joined the Clergy just for the Papa they follow. Terzo was no exception. He was charismatic, charming and easy to talk to. He pulled people in easily and gained their loyalty without really trying.

Usually the flame of attraction to a Papa would slowly settle. It would still be there, but after months, it usually was already about the ministry and not just the Papa the people chose to follow. And as it would seem, in this case, Terzo was an exception.

Even after his death, his followers remained loyal. They didn't refuse to acknowledge the new Papa, a man named Copia, but it was clear they didn't really care about him as much as they did for Terzo. Papa Emeritus III was referred to as the Heart of the Clergy, because he was. He brought new life to it when he took the stage, but no matter what he achieved, it was never enough for Sister Imperator. It didn't matter that Terzo was the Papa the people wanted, because he was not the Papa she wanted.

His devotees were growing more and more upset every day. Their rage didn't water down with time, no, it only got worse, it burned more furiously each day. They wanted Terzo's return, just like you did. But while you only cried for him, weak and powerless, they decided to act.

They decided to resurrect Papa Emeritus III.

They got his Ghouls on board, as their souls were bound to their Papa. It took time, but it finally happened. Deep down in the Ministry's basement, in a secret ritual room, they did it. They stole his body, keeping it a secret from everyone. Even from you.

You wanted to visit him again, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you entered the room where he and his brothers were kept, only to find two glass coffins instead of one.

You fell to your knees, holding back a scream. He wasn't there. The coffin wasn't there. You started calling out for his Ghouls, running around the Ministry. You didn't care if you woke anyone up, it wasn't your problem. Your problem was that the body of the man you loved was missing.

You wanted to wake people up, to get someone to help you search for him, but you were stopped before you could do anything. A Sibling of Sin gripped your arm and pinned you to the nearest wall, covering your mouth with their free hand.

"It's okay, Sister [Name]. I'm a friend." They assured as you struggled to push them off. They waited for you to wear yourself out before taking their hand away, still holding you against the wall so you wouldn't run off.

"What in Lucifer's name do you think you're doing?!" You hissed at the sibling, their fingers leaving bruises on your arm from how tight their grip was, but they didn't seem to notice your discomfort. If anything, they seemed excited for something.

"Omega sent me for you." The Sibling explained, making your already teary eyes widen and threaten with more tears. Omega? Why would he send for you? Did he know what happened? Did he find Terzo's body? Did something happen to him when Terzo was taken away? The Ghouls were connected to their Papas, even after their deaths. So maybe... Maybe Omega was hurt?

Were you about to lose one of the few friends you could actually talk to?

"What happened to Omega?" You asked quietly, trying your best to put the despair of your beloved one's disappearance. You wanted Terzo back, yes, but you knew he was dead. And Omega wasn't. Hopefully he wasn't.

"I cannot say. Not here. Please, come with me. Everything will make sense then."

It was frustrating, not knowing what was going on. Terzo being gone, now something was going on with Omega... Why was so much happening in one night? And what exactly was happening, anyway? You were confused, your heart and mind racing. You had so many thoughts rushing through your head, you were overwhelmed, and yet somehow at the same time you felt like your head was completely empty.

When Terzo was alive, you've always felt well. Even as years passed, he would always make you feel young. No matter how insecure you would feel as you hit another birthdays. Even if you were both in your 40s and 50s, his soft touch and warm gaze would make you feel loved, like back when you were both young, still discovering each other's bodies. Even as you got older, he'd still whisper praises to you, talking about how beautiful you were, how wonderful you felt and how sweet you tasted.

Even as your hair started greying, even as signs of aging slowly got to you, his gaze never changed. He'd always say you were just as beautiful as you were years ago. While you remained aware of changes in your body, he'd make you believe you were still beautiful and worthy of all the love he was giving you.

When he died, you truly started to feel your age. You felt old, lonely and vulnerable, his Ghouls remaining the only friends you still had. And now something was happening to the friend you held closest. It must've been serious, if he sent out a Sibling of Sin instead of getting you himself or sending another Ghoul. You could only hope Omega was alright.

"Where are you taking me...?" You questioned quietly, following the Sibling to the basement. You thought they'd take you to the Ghoul's lair, but that was not the way. You did not recognize the halls you were walking through, which only spiked your anxiety even more. "Where's Omega?"

They didn't give you a proper response, only telling you not to worry about it. You got a very bad feeling deep in your stomach, a pain that told you to run, to get away. And you tried. You walked slower, gaining some distance before trying to slowly get away from the Sibling. You didn't run, you were already exhausted from all the stress you were going through just this night. Instead you hid behind a pillar, trying your best to sneak away.

The Sibling must've realized they've lost you, because a few minutes later, as you quietly tried to make your way back to a more familiar looking area, you heard some frantic yelling, accompanied by almost an animalistic growl. And then you could hear someone running around, most likely in search for you. You panicked, trying to get away a little faster. You heard many voices call out to you, none of them familiar. You started doubting Omega had anything to do with all this.

Why would they search for you? Could it be because you noticed Terzo's body missing? Were they the ones responsible for the disappearance? But why? It didn't make sense, why would they take him? Were they going to sell his body? Sister Imperator wouldn't have ordered anyone to get rid of the bodies, they were too profitable. And Terzo wasn't hated, no, everyone who ever met him easily grew to adore him.

Perhaps they wanted to steal the other dead Papas as well? Some obsessed fans would give a lot to have them in their possession, as sick as it was. Would that be it? They probably wanted to get rid of you because you discovered them.

"[Name]!" A familiar voice called out to you, making you look over your shoulder. A familiar, tall Ghoul. One that let you cry into his shoulder for so many nights. So he really was here.

"Omega...?" You slowly walked over to him, putting your hands on his arms, still shaken up from the situation you've found yourself in. This was not what you were expecting when you were awoken by nightmares, like you have been for the last months. You couldn't sleep, so you went to see him again, even if some younger Siblings of Sin started to gossip about you, turning you into some local urban legend or cryptid. You needed Terzo to comfort you after the nightmares, even if you would always end up breaking down in tears when you saw him. "What's going on? What's the deal with all those Siblings? Where's Terzo? He's gone, the... The body, the coffin... It's... It's..."

"I know. He's not gone." Omega gently put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed your arm comfortingly, like he did many times before. He started leading you somewhere, and even though it was the same path the Sibling of Sin had lead you down earlier, you felt safe. You knew Omega, you knew you could trust him.

"He's not...?" You looked up at him weakly, trying to keep your tears at bay. Your sight was blurry already, but you could easily recognize the Ghoul's features. "Wait, what's that on your chin...?"

The Ghoul glanced up at you as your 'old people instincts' took over and you moved your hand to wipe the stain under his lips with your thumb. His eyes flicked away from your nervously and if you weren't so distracted with all the stress you went through before, you would've noticed him tensing up.

He then explained to you that he was eating before he found you, so he just wiped his mouth and must've missed a spot. And knowing how Ghouls fed on raw meat (more often than not, raw human meat), you simply nodded, sighing heavily as you took off your headpiece to feel better. You were never fond of the uniform you had to wear, but you also didn't want to risk getting scolded, so unless you were alone or with someone you trusted, you kept it on. You were too old to rebel against it, anyway.

"Were are we going...?" You asked nervously, playing with the headpiece in your hands. You wanted to rip it to shreds, and you would have, if you were less shaken up.

"To see him."

"So you know where Terzo is?" You looked up at him, your eyes shining with the tiniest sparks of hope. And he nodded, leading you to a large double door.

The Ghoul gave you one last comforting squeeze before opening the door for you. It must've been really heavy, considering that even he struggled with it a bit, and he was by no means a small or weak man. Especially since even the smallest of Ghouls were stronger than most people.

Once the door was open enough for you both to squeeze inside the room, you were met with a place very similar to one of the many chapels upstairs. The benches where Siblings of Sin would normally sit were empty, but you could see the rest of Terzo's Ghouls in a tight circle around the altar, whispering and muttering.

The glass coffin, or whatever was left of it, laid shattered on the ground, Terzo's gloves and robes next to it. The robes were torn up, and you were almost sure the clothes were bloody. A thought of the Ghouls eating him crossed your mind, but they were too protective over him, they'd never doo that. Not even the fact that their fingers and faces were covered in blood made you doubt that, not even the heavy metallic smell of blood.

You didn't realize Omega announced his return with you until the other Ghouls moved away from the altar, revealing Terzo sitting on it. He was alive, wearing just the white shirt, dark pants and shoes, the clothes he'd always wear under the Papal Robes. His hair was messy, but still remained somewhat in the brushed back look he always had. His facepaint was still on, surprisingly not smudged too much, but what truly was disturbing was the blood. It was normal on Ghouls. It wasn't normal on him.

It was around his mouth, like he was ripped away after taking a bite from a large, bloody piece of meat. His hands were covered in blood, too. And his neck... The wound on his neck, although the neck itself was stitched back and it didn't look like it would fall off, the wound was slowly bleeding, getting his shirt as just bloody.

You were frozen in your spot, Omega gently holding your shoulder and observing you from the corner of his eye, ready to catch you if you were to faint. But you wouldn't faint, no. You just stood there, your eyes wide, as Terzo slowly slid off the altar and walked over to you. He stumbled a bit, but it didn't seem to matter to him, considering his smile.

It was the same and completely different at the same time. How he called out your name in the same loving tone, a sound you've yearned for ever since his death, but it wasn't like you remembered it. Was felt like it was trapping you, like he was luring you in with his voice. It felt possessive.

His eyes were different, too. The still looked at you endearingly, like you were the most beautiful and precious person in the world. But there was something else, something that seemed crazy, how his gaze was quickly scanning your face and body, it no longer seemed like he was in love. It felt like he was obsessed.

The smile on his face, the same warm and loving smile you would see every morning for years when he held you close and whispered a sweet "good morning, beautiful" to your ears... With the blood and his obsessive gaze... It didn't feel like Terzo. It felt like a demon, maybe even Satan himself, stood in front of you, merely posing as the man you loved.

"[Name]... Oh, my darling... You're even more beautiful than the day you were ripped away from me..." He spoke quietly, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheek bones as Omega walked away to the rest of the Ghouls. It felt weird. It was Terzo's touch, yes, but it didn't feel like Terzo touching you. His fingers lacked the softness, it no longer felt like all these light touches you've known at nights with him. He wasn't squeezing your face, no, but the way he held it was different. The way he brushed his fingers through your hair was different. It felt like he was enamoured with you like a little child is excited for their favorite toy.

You felt wrong. Everything in the situation felt wrong. You loved him, you longed for his return, but it was always just a fantasy. To have him actually stand here, in front of you, his fingers covering your your face and hair in blood... It was the truth. It was the real life, even if it felt like a lie. Somehow, your biggest dream coming true made you feel like a nightmare caught you, sinking its claws into your skin were your newly resurrected beloved touched you.

"So beautiful... So precious... Oh, how happy it makes me to see you again..." He spoke quietly, leaving small kisses all over your face making you squirm away anxiously. He seemed shocked as you took a step back from him, but he was always quick to act, so without hesitation, he held onto your wrist, pulling you right back into him. "Please, don't run away from me, amore. I've missed you so much, I need you to be with me, sí? Need you right next to me, at all times..."

"Stop touching me..." You whimpered and he looked at you with the most heartbroken gaze you've ever seen. Like his heart was just shattered, and that made your already wounded one break just a little more. "Please, I... I just need a minute..."

"Oh, my love..." He muttered, pulling you closer instead of letting go as you longed for. Just this once, he promised himself, just this once he'd put his needs over your comfort. Just this once, and only for a little bit. You'd understand, won't you? Yes, of course you'd understand. "We're reunited at long last, doesn't that make you happy?"

His thumb stroked your lower lip as he held your chin. A feeling so familiar, yet so foreign. Your mind raced with uncertainty and anxiety, but your body reacted, your lips parting, as if begging him to just kiss you already. And he did. The kiss was the only part of this that felt exactly like him. Like it always did. There was no new-found possessiveness, because it was always there. His kisses were always starved, longing. Just like now. And you kissed him back, your own longing for him taking over. Oh, he missed you so much, and you missed him.

He was visibly calmer once he had his first kiss since being resurrected, the obsessiveness and possessiveness replaced by the tenderness and admiration he always held for you. And so he kissed you, again and again. And you kissed back, again and again.

"You still have the ring..." He noticed once you finally ended the kissing session to catch your breath. He held your hand and now started kissing all over your fingers only to rub the back of your hand against his cheek. "So it's still a yes, right, my love? You'll marry me?"

And then, seeing how genuine he was about the question, you stopped holding back. You nodded, letting your tears fall freely as you threw yourself at him, crying into his shoulder about just how much you've missed him. He held you tightly, whispering comforting yours into your ear and kissing your hair, smiling softly at you before giving the Ghouls a subtle glance.

They understood and quickly got rid of the dead, massacred body that remained hidden away from your sights so far. The ruined body of the Sibling of Sin that was supposed to bring you to Terzo, hidden behind the altar, their throat ripped out with your lover's very own teeth.

"I love you, my darling..." He whispered to you, your face pressed against his chest. "You will never be alone again."

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thatoddboy · 1 year

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Just a Man

Be nice to me, I haven't written fan fic in like 15 yrs and I wrote this in one go. No proofread, we die like Nihil.

Rated T, MDNI! Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader, Identity Issues, undescribed sexual contact. Under the cut for length

"What's your name?"

The question catches him off guard. He can barely hear it over the pounding of the music around him, the base deep enough to vibrate his rib cage even as he leans against the bar. He can't remember its name - he's in some city somewhere, another blur of the tour, and he barely remembers its name either. It doesn't matter, he doesn't get to decide where they go and who they play for, even if he's supposed to be the most powerful man in the Ministry.

It's a joke. It doesn't matter how many Siblings practically worship him, his name chanted on their lips like a prayer, it didn't matter how many Grammys he wins or how much attention he gives the Church. He's a puppet, a pawn with a shiny crown calling himself King. A marionette, a pretty little thing to parade around until someone else came along.

But here? In this bar? In this city he doesn't even remember the name of, without his paints or his robes, a contact lens turning his white eye the same green as its brother, he is not Papa. He is not Terzo, a thing to be worshipped, flaunted, fawned over.

And if he isn't that, who is he?

There was a name before. It had barely been a year since his ascension but it seems like another lifetime. The name on his mother's lips, soft and affectionate; the name his brothers snapped at him when he misbehaved; that slipped off the lips of lovers sweet like honey.

"What's your name?" you ask again, louder, pulling him back to the bar. He must seem like a fool, staring at you, but you're smiling, your eyebrow raised questioning. There's interest there, yes, but it's not the same as the others - the ones who throw themselves at his feet, their devotion practically burning through them, so intense it frightens him sometimes.

Here he is not Papa. He's just another man.

He smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he reaches for your hand, kissing the soft skin. A name rolls off his tongue, smooth and silky, and his heart flutters when you repeat it. He buys the pair of you drinks, you talk, you say the name again and again, louder still when he finds himself in your bed, screamed into the night, whispered against his chest when he holds you after, and it feels like a weight is lifted off of him. He leaves before you wake, leaving just a note full of his affections. He is nothing if not a romantic, even now, even like this.

Just another man, a one night stand, and you'll never know any different.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 One last night together before the next leg of the tour. Aether's going to make it one to remember. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Aether Ghoul x trans!Copia 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI!!!), oral (Copia receiving), cum eating, dirty talk, fingering, the words t-dick, dick, cock, entrance, and sex used to describe Copia's genitals 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1091 words 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Felt like writing and reading some Copiaether today so this is what we're getting. I'm treating us, hens xx this has not been proofread, we die like Terzo in the uno game 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

The room is a haze of heat and overstimulation, rivulets of sweat trickling down Aether’s collarbone and slick skin. Grey is tinted with lavender and violet, some of it the flush of his skin and some of it beautifully blossoming bruises from the bites that Copia has littered him with.

“No more,” he rasps as his Papa starts to move his hips again. He watches as his human lover slowly lifts himself up before crashing back down again, taking his cock all the way and stealing the breath from his lungs.

“You know your safe word if you want to stop, tesoro. Do you need to use it?” There’s a smirk on his face, but Copia’s concern is genuine.

The ghoul shakes his head and tilts it back when the other grinds down, trying to take him even deeper.

“Good boy.” Those two words make him twitch within Copia’s depths, encouraging him to continue. Aether whimpers at the tightening of his walls as he rides him. He watches in awe and desperation as his Papa moves at an achingly slow pace. The rise and fall of his hips just isn’t enough and the quintessence ghoul wants nothing more than to grab him and jack-hammer into him until they’re spent and sated and covered in cum, but he’s not got enough energy to withstand the punishment he’ll receive if he does.

“Wanna touch.” Aether’s whining elicits a chuckle from the man on top of him, making the ghoul pout.

“Go ahead, big boy. Make Papa feel good, si?”

The ghoul reaches down to where their hips are connected and brushes his thumb over Copia’s swollen t-dick. The way his partner chokes out a moan in response leaves Aether feeling winded. The nerves are oversensitive and the head is shiny with a mixture of their combined fluids. It’s such a pretty shade of red that the quintessence ghoul finds himself unable to obey any longer and flips them over. His cock slides free from the confines of Copia’s entrance and he groans at the sight of his seed trickling out of him.

Before Papa can admonish or chastise him, Aether’s head is buried between his legs and he laps at his soaked, oversensitive sex. The taste of himself mingling with Copia is too much to resist and he seals his mouth over him before sucking their spend onto his awaiting tongue. Obscene slurps seem to echo off the walls in harmony with his human’s whimpers. Hands press on the back of his head, pushing him in so close that Aether’s not sure where he ends and Copia begins, the latter’s hips rocking upwards. His tongue delves into the former Cardinal’s entrance and pulls every last drop of their combined fluids into his mouth. His eyes roll into the back of his head, unable to get enough of the taste of them both. It has him grinding into the mattress, his mind filled with the image of cumming inside Copia just to drink it back out before spilling inside him once more. It’s a cycle of images that has heat curling in the pit of his belly.

“Si, that’s it,” the other purrs in approval. “Such a good boy.”

Aether briefly pulls away and makes eye contact with the man beneath him before using his thumbs to open Copia up and spit some of their spend back into him. “Wish I could just fuck you forever and drink in every drop of me that I spill inside you, over and over again.”

Copia moans, shoving Aether’s head back down. “You’d better finish what you started first then, cuore mio. It would be a shame if you left even a drop inside me, don’t you think?”

The command is all the quintessence ghoul needs to resume his ministrations. He sucks and laps at every part of Copia that still has their seed coating it and when he can no longer taste the intoxicating cocktail of their combined bum he tongues at his lover’s cock. The tip flicks over the head and rolls around it in circular motions before he starts to apply suction. Fingers yank and tug at his hair and thighs clamp around his head as Papa begins to tremble. Aether can feel the end approaching, both for himself and his partner, and greedily slots two fingers inside the human writhing beneath him to thrust and curl in time with the way he sucks and licks Copia’s dick. The feel of silk sheets against his own cock as he fucks into the mattress intertwined with the squelch of his fingers and the throbbing of Papa’s head on his tongue almost sends him into a spiral as he teeters on the edge.

“Make me cum, big boy. I’m almost there. Gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”

The lust thick in Copia’s commanding voice has Aether seeing stars as he cums with a howl, the sound muffled as he continues to hungrily roll his tongue over the other’s dick. He feels his seed pumping out of him and splashing against his skin and knows that there will be a large damp patch when they finally stop for the night.

Aether’s fingers speed up, bullying the sensitive spot inside Copia that has his toes curling and his back arching off the bed. It feels like its over in an instant and an eternity away at the same time when his Papa screams his name and convulses with his climax. His thighs are so tight around the ghoul’s head that he worries (hopes) they’ll be locked like that forever. It’s only when the former Cardinal finally drops bonelessly back onto the bed that he knows that it’s over and lifts his head to take in the scene.

There’s a sheen of sweat covering Copia’s naked body, his sex shiny with saliva and evidence of his orgasm. His skin is flushed, chest hair sticking to him, and Aether can’t help but admire how beautiful his Papa is when he lets him take him apart like this. It makes him want to start over again, fill him up and eat it all as it leaks out of him, but he knows that neither of them will have the stamina or energy to go again tonight.

Exhausted, Aether crawls up the sheets until his face lines up with Copia’s and collapses onto the mattress. They’re both panting and sticky with sweat and spend, but neither of them care as they curl into one another and bask in one another’s glory.

#spicy content #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #aether ghoul #cardinal copia x aether #papa emeritus iv x aether #copiaether #the band ghost #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year

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As a little gift for y'all on this Christmas Day (it's literally midnight Christmas Day for me as I'm posting this so Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!!), here's a smutty Terzo/Omega blurb for you bc I've been thinking about them all day. Also this hasn't been proofread bc we die like men.

Contains: Degrading nicknames (whore, slut, cum dump, cum slut), restraints, vibrator use, anal sex (Terzo receiving), dirty talk, fluffy aftercare. MINORS DNI istg please don't make me start yelling on Christmas

As he watches his Papa squirm and whimper, oversensitive and desperately struggling to free himself, Omega doesn't bother to conceal his grin, fangs glinting in the candle light. Seeing a man usually so confident and cocksure - so used to getting what he wants and being in control - straining against the lilac silken restraints keeping his hands tied behind his back makes his aching cock twitch with both glee and desire.

Terzo on his knees on the mattress, legs spread apart and more silk scarves trapping the vibrator against his throbbing erection, is a sight to behold. His skin is flushed and pebbled with hickeys, particularly along the expanse of his neck, across his chest, and the insides of his thighs. His dick is an angry red and glistening with pre-cum. There's a little puddle of cum on the sheets from his previous climax and Omega leans down to lap it up, making the man at his mercy whine.

"Tesoro, please..."

The quintessence ghoul hums in amusement and lifts his head, tongue still lolling out of his mouth and coated in sticky white. "Who are you calling for, whore?"

Terzo's hips buck at the degrading nickname. "You, only you, I promise!"

The ghoul stands up straight and takes hold of his lover's chin in a bruising grip. "Say my name or you won't get to cum again until next week."

Mismatched eyes widen and glitter with fresh tears, both from the overstimulation and the threat. "I'm sorry, please let me cum, Omega. I will do anything for you, I swear it."

A smirk pulls at Omega's lips. "Oh? Is that so? You would do whatever my heart desires just for the chance to further ruin my sheets? What a desperate slut you are."

"Your slut, Omega. Only for you."

"Yes, you are mine," the ghoul purrs. "Nobody else's. No-one gets to see you like this, so needy and desperate to cum for me over and over until you're empty and spent. I wonder what your little fan club would do if I took you from them forever and told them that only I get to receive your seed from now on. That only I get to fuck that tight hole of yours and knot you until you're leaking down your thighs while still begging for more."

More pre-cum oozes from Terzo's cock, dripping down into the wet spot on the sheets. Tears roll down his cheeks as he helplessly thrusts his hips upwards.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, my pet?" Omega runs a hand through his lover's sweat slicked hair then pulls on it hard. "You'd love to be my little cum dump, wouldn't you? To ride my cock all day long and let me fill you up and bring you to your end over and over again, hm?"

"Cazzo, please! Please, Omega. Take me. I need you. I can't take it anymore, please!"

"Please please please, how pathetic. But fine. You've been so good for me, asking nicely. Come to me, and receive your reward."

Omega seats himself on the mattress and helps Terzo into his lap, stroking their cocks in one hand once the man is straddling him. He quickly removes the vibrator and massages his Papa's tip, growling softly at the way he whines and pants and jerks into his touch. He then leans back slightly, propping himself up on an elbow, and guides the man down onto his dick until he's fully sheathed.

"Mm, so fucking nice and tight even after you prepared yourself for me earlier. Love your tight fucking hole so much. Just waiting for me to fuck it," he hisses. His fingers dance teasingly along Terzo's aching erection and bites his lip at how his partner clenches around him.

The quintessence ghoul gives him no warning before he begins to thrust into him, carefully angling it where he knows Terzo wants it most. He's rewarded with pleasured mewls and the human's mismatched eyes rolling into the back of his head, lips parted.

Omega moves with a punishing rhythm, one hand on his lover's hip to keep him in place while he sits himself up a little to start stroking his leaking cock. A sob escapes Terzo's lips and he's crying again, teardrops trickling down his face and through his already smudged Papal paint.

"Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo, I'm already close, Omega. Gonna - hah - gonna make me c-cum," he chokes out. His walls squeeze Omega's dick each time he hits his prostate and the feeling is like hell itself is blessing him.

Heat and tension grows in the ghoul's abdomen, his balls starting draw up, and he flips their positions before starting to pound relentlessly into Terzo over and over. High-pitched moans of garbled Italian flow from the man's lips as his body shakes with the approaching climax.

"Gonna fill you real fucking good, Terzo," Omega growls into his ear. "My cum will be so deep inside you that you'll feel it for days. You want that? Want me to fill you up like the little cum slut you are?"

"Si, want your cum so fucking badly, Omega. Fill me, please," Terzo whimpers, back arching off the bed.

Two more deep thrusts and the quintessence ghoul spills himself into his lover's hole, thick ropes of white filling every inch possible as he stills himself. Terzo follows behind him and practically yowls as his orgasm rips through him. Omega continues to jerk him off even as his spend covers his hand, milking him until he has nothing left to give.

It takes a moment or two for them both to come down, the ghoul gently pulls out of him and groans as he watches his seed leak out of Terzo's pulsating entrance. He pushes some of it back in with his thumb and chuckles when his Papa tries to rock down onto it.

"Still not enough for you?" he asks teasingly. He takes in the ruined makeup, the blissed out but still needy look on his face, and the spurts of cum that had landed on his stomach and chest.

Terzo hums in satisfaction. "I will never have enough of you, tesoro. I would make you mine and let you use me until the end of time if you so desired."

Omega chuckles and presses a kiss to his lover's forehead before making his way to the bathroom. He returns with a warm and wet flannel and starts cleaning up his Papa. He makes sure to remove the silk restraints and soothes where they dug in a little, lavishing the skin with kisses. The man purrs and tenderly trails his hands over the ghoul's skin as he does so, pulling him down into his embrace when he's done. They crawl beneath the sheets, avoiding the damp spots, and intertwine their bodies until they're impossibly close and breathing each other in.

"Merry Christmas, Terzo," Omega murmurs before pressing a gentle kiss to his now paint-free lips.

Terzo smiles and cups his partner's face, gazing into his eyes lovingly. "Merry Christmas indeed, amore. This is the best present I've had in years."

#spicy content #terzo #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #terzo x omega #papa emeritus iii x omega #the band ghost #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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