Muffins!!!

Sin was an incredibly fickle thing, even within the clergy, where sin was typically celebrated. Yes, you were encouraged to sin, but there were still certain lines you simply didn’t cross. And in your mind, you’d crossed a very important one. That being said, it wasn’t exactly your own decision to toe the line.  

While there was no explicit rule regarding relations with higher-ups, you were certain it was more of an unspoken rule, like in most other spaces. That unspoken rule, however much you tried to remind yourself of it in your mind, mattered little to your heart- not whenever you were around him. 

It had started simple enough, delightfully sinful thoughts of one of the members of the clergy accompanying your dreams every single night, a myriad of pleasurable possibilities that always left you aching in the mornings. Though it quickly evolved into something so much more than just sexual dreams. 

What started as simple lust had quickly turned into what could only be described as love. The dreams you had left you with a burning in your heart just as strong, if not stronger, than the one between your legs each morning when you woke. 

While you’d had taken note of a certain cardinal’s handsomeness ever since your arrival, the dreams had been a relatively new development. This had been going on continuously for the past several months, enough so that you were beginning to fall behind in your work for the ministry, oftentimes too busy daydreaming about whatever fantasy you’d had the night prior. Going to his sermons was growing increasingly difficult, especially when all you could think about was kneeling behind the pulpit and having your mouth around his-

You snapped abruptly from your thoughts as you stood before the large door leading into the nave, feeling as if your heart were rising in your throat. It had been some time since your last confession, and even though you knew the purpose of it was to be praised for your sins, you still couldn’t help but grow nervous at the thought of confessing these particular sins. 

With a deep breath, you pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside before looking up to bask in the paintings decorating the ceiling, hoping to take a moment to still your nerves. They depicted a number of satanic scenes, each one beautiful in its own right. The stained glass windows along the far walls were very much the same in the scenes they depicted, and the soft light that poured through them bathed the room in vivid reds, purples, and blues. 

Simply being in the room and taking in the beauty was enough to calm the nerves bubbling within you, even if only slightly, as you strode through the sanctuary to where the confessional booth was nestled back in the apse. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you step inside the small cubicle of the confession booth, closing the door to your side behind you with a soft click before sitting on the bench. You lift your head upwards, signing the grucifix before beginning your confession.

“Bless me, your Dark Eminence, for I have sinned. My last confession was five months ago:” Despite your nerves, you managed to keep your voice relatively level. 

“Eh? Not to worry, fratello. Our Dark Lord will be pleased with your sins regardless,” came the voice of a very familiar cardinal from the other side of the booth. 

Your body tensed, grabbing handfuls of the fabric of your pants. Of course, the day that you had finally worked up the courage to confess was the day that the very object of your sins was responsible for confession. What do you do? Do you leave? Lie? Confess? You fell silent, eyes dropping to the ground as you tried to find your words. Any words. 

“Ah, fratello?”

“I-I’m sorry, Cardinal. I lost my train of thought for a moment,” You spoke once his words snapped you out of your trance-like state. 

“I’ve committed the sin of…” You hesitated for a moment- were you truly about to admit this? What if you ran- before finishing, “lust.”

A beat of silence passed, and you caught slight movement from his side of the booth out of the corner of your eye, before the cardinal cleared his throat. 

“Go- Uh… Go on, fratello.” There was a waver to his voice, one that you had never heard from him before. It sent a wave through your body as your mind drifted to other situations where his voice may waver similarly, causing you to chew your bottom lip in an attempt at forcing the thoughts away. Now was not the time. 

“I… For the past five months, I’ve been having dreams of another in the clergy. Not just occasionally, either, I’m plagued with them every single night. I can still imagine it now: My hands or mouth wrapped around him, the way his hair clings to his neck and forehead from the sweat, the sweet sounds he might make…”

An involuntary shudder runs through your body as your mind drifts back to the fantasies from the night before. 

“But… The feelings have extended far past those of lust, Cardinal. For the first few months, I only dreamt of the sex, sometimes the buildup towards it if I was so lucky. However, in recent months-“

You pause, sucking in a deep breath as you prepare yourself for the far more risky part of your confession. 

“I can’t help but think of our bodies entangled together, not like that, but... Of what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair, to kiss his lips, or to hold his hands in mine. I think about lying next to him in bed into the early hours of the morning, listening intently to each and every word he says while lying on his chest.”

If you didn’t know any better, you almost could’ve sworn you heard a small gasp coming from the room beside you.  

“If this is the case, why not tell them? Surely you would want a chance to experience the real thing, no?” His tone was slightly breathless, and you told yourself you surely must’ve imagined the almost jealous edge to his tone.

An almost bitter chuckle forces past your lips at the suggestion, and you shake your head despite knowing Copia is unable to see you. 

“I’m afraid he’s in a higher position, Cardinal. I doubt he ever pays any mind to me unless he has to.” The words stung to admit, even though you knew they were likely true. After all, why would the cardinal ever pay attention to you? He was a busy man; you were certain he had no time for such things. And even if he did have the time, it’s not as if he’d ever want you of all people. 

“You can never be certain of such things, fratello. I- eh… Who might this person be?”

You fall silent, hands gripping at your thighs so hard your nails begin digging in. You’d spent all this time working up your courage to confess; were you really about to do this? To the very person you’ve desired? It’s not too late to leave, you could run now and maybe escape before- You suck in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you summon what little courage you have left. 

“Forgive me, Cardinal, but it’s… It’s you.”

There’s the hitch of a breath next to you, and you catch the sudden movement of shadow through the lattice that separates the two of you as you open your eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, the silence hanging heavy in the air. You squeeze your eyes shut once more, clenching and unclenching fists of fabric as you make a rather poor attempt at calming yourself. 

You never should’ve said anything… You should’ve left while you still had the chance, he’s going to hate you forever now and- 

“Please… Please say something, Cardinal- I can’t… I should just leav-“

When the door leading to your side of the confessional is flung open, your eyes suddenly snap open and up to the figure standing in the doorway. Copia stands at the entrance, eyes wide and almost desperate looking as he searches your face for a sign. Any sign.

The two of you sit for a few moments, eyes searching deep within one another’s. Your cheeks are flushed, both due to embarrassment from your confession as well as suddenly being forced face-to-face with the object of your attraction. Another moment passes before you find yourself scrambling to your feet, lowering your head out of respect and out of hope to hide the flush that teased your cheeks.

“Cardinal, I-“

“Did you truly mean it? You actually… Care? About me?” His voice comes out soft… Almost meek or dejected- which causes a painful tug at your heart realizing he might think the idea of someone caring about him wasn’t possible- as his eyes are cast down to where his feet shuffle awkwardly. It’s in that moment you’re finally able to place the emotion you saw in him: Nervousness. Not disappointment, not anger… Just nerves and disbelief. It made you cock your head to the side ever so slightly. Was it possible he had felt the same? No, surely not…

Your eyes trail back up to look at his face. The cardinal is oozing anxious energy, worrying with his fingers while his eyes scan around the small room, trying to look anywhere but you. Some of your earlier confidence returns to you, seeing he’s just as scared as you are, and you force yourself to take a step forward. 

“Every word of it. I’ve cared for you since-“

Before you’re able to finish, strong yet gentle hands are placed on either cheek and oh. You’re suddenly at a loss for words as your eyes find Copia’s filled with nothing but yearning as he stares down at you, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, thumb gently swiping back and forth across your cheek absentmindedly. Your cheeks burn even brighter red at the sudden closeness between you, your months of fantasy doing nothing to prepare you for the real thing. 

“I… Ah- Please, can I?”

You barely register the question or the fact that you nodded your head- too wrapped up in the dizzying closeness between you two to comprehend words- before a pair of soft lips are crushing into your own, and your eyes are flying wide open. It takes only a moment for you to process what’s happening, and you’re quick to sigh happily into the kiss as you let your eyes slip shut. Your arms that had tensed up beside you reach up to grab fistfuls of his cassock, lips melding into his. You swallow each other’s gentle moans and soft giggles as your lips move together. It’s eager and messy, but it’s perfect. It’s months of unspoken feelings released in a simple action. If possible, you imagine that both of you would stay in that moment for an eternity. 

A hot, wet tongue gently swipes at your lower lip, causing you to moan into the kiss as Copia’s tongue slips into your mouth to taste you. The grip on his robes tightens as you pull his body closer, your chests pressing flush together, causing an electric shock to shoot through you at the closeness. The once sweet kiss is quick to grow more passionate, and soon enough, one of Copia’s hands is tangling deep within your hair in an attempt to draw you even closer. 

When you part, chests heaving and still connected by a small string of shared saliva, both of your eyes are blown wide in desire, irises barely noticeable. Your hands begin to move desperately shortly after, working at undoing the many buttons of his cassock. You manage to get halfway down before you hear a small squeak, and trembling hands are grasping your own tightly, holding them still against his body. 

“Wait.” It comes out strangled, and your eyes immediately lock with Copia’s as your hands freeze against his chest, looking desperately for any sign that you may have misinterpreted the situation. Instead, you’re met with a gaze of longing, with a hint of hesitation mixed in. 

“I- I’ve never… Well- I have, just…. Eh,” he sighs as he looks down to where your hands rest against his chest, and he gives them a slight squeeze. “I’ve never been with another man. At least… Not like this.”

In that moment, it feels like the world is crashing down around you. The cardinal? The man who’d captured your heart months ago and you’ve spent countless nights fantasizing about was inexperienced? The thought of being the first man in his bed sends a jolt of pleasure down to your groin. Before you could help it, a grin of pure and utter delight was spreading across your lips as you turned your hands over in his, grasping his hands tightly as you entwined your fingers together. 

Even in all of your wildest fantasies, you’d never imagined this… You tried to curb your excitement; there would be plenty of time for that later, and instead wanted to focus and make sure that you hadn’t been overwhelming the poor man with your actions. 

“Oh! I didn’t realize- I’d just assumed… We don’t have to do anything, really. I should’ve asked before getting carried away. Just knowing that you care is enough… I would be more than happy to just talk and-“ 

Your rambling is cut off once again, this time by a desperate squeeze to your hands as they’re pulled back to Copia’s chest, and he’s guiding your hands to unbutton his undershirt before slipping both your hands under his clothes. A shiver runs down your spine as your fingers contact warm flesh, your touch ever so tender as you caress the expanse of the cardinal’s chest, savouring the feel of coarse hair below your touch. The contact between you two allows you to feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath your palm in a gesture far more intimate than intended.

“No. I- I want this. I… Ah, I want you, caro.” 

In an instant, you’re pushing up on your toes in order to kiss him once again, causing him to groan into your mouth as he clutches your hands in his. Your lips meet in a clash of teeth and tongues, both so eager to feel one another. 

Your hands make quick work of the rest of Copia’s cassock, and the red fabric soon pools on the floor, followed by his shirt as you pull him further inside before you push him back towards the confessional bench. There’s a slight gasp of surprise into your mouth as you push Copia to sit down, finally pulling your lips away from his to admire your work.

The cardinal sits back against the wall, cheeks delightfully flushed and hair tousled as he looks up at you with mismatched eyes, lips ever so slightly swollen and the paint of his upper lip smudged. It’s an utterly sinful sight, one that causes a slight throbbing between your legs. Much to your delight, the dark patch of hair you’d felt on his chest spreads down to his soft stomach and, you’re assuming, lower. A smirk takes over your lips as your tongue wets them absentmindedly at the thought. 

“Tesoro.” It’s practically a whine, and it’s all the prompting you need before leaning down to devour his lips again. Your hands press firmly against his chest, and you eagerly take the opportunity to trail them lower as you explore his body. Your teeth gently catch Copia’s lip and bite down, and he moans loudly into your mouth. Then your hands finally reach the hem of his pants, and your fingers trail to the laces, grazing against the hardness straining at his pants, which gives a twitch at the contact, giving a gentle tug and undoing the knot. 

“I want to taste you, Cardinal. May I?” You’re whispering against his ear after you break the kiss. You can feel him shudder under your touch, and he’s quickly nodding his head eagerly. 

“Please,” he gasps, hips bucking up against your hand and prompting you to chuckle. “And you… You, heh, you can call me by my name.”

Your heart tugs in your chest, and you lean in to press your lips just under his ear, whispering, “Lift your hips for me then, Copia,” before pressing a kiss to his neck. 

The man below you whimpers at the command, doing exactly as he’s told the moment you finish speaking and lifting his hips. Delighted, you press a kiss to his jaw as a reward before gently tugging at his trousers until they drop to his ankles, giving a gentle tap to his thigh once you’ve finished stripping him. 

Quickly catching on to the signal, Copia sits back down on the bench, eyes going wide as he watches you begin to trail kisses down his neck. You draw a moan from the cardinal as your teeth catch where his neck and shoulder meet, sucking a mark into his freckled skin. One of his hands curls around the back of your neck while the other tangles in your hair, urging you closer to him. Once you’re satisfied with the mark you’ve left behind and have placed a tender kiss on top, you continue kissing your path down his chest, stopping occasionally to leave another mark, before stopping as you lower yourself down to your knees, hands resting on his shins. 

You toy with the waistband of his boxers- Star Wars, you note, which makes you smile fondly- as your eyes fall to the impressive bulge forming. Before you can spare a second thought, you’re bowing your head down to press a gentle kiss to Copia’s inner thigh where his boxers end. Hands trail up to grip just above his knees as you press your cheek against one of his plush thighs, nudging your nose forward to nuzzle gently against his clothed cock as you inhale his scent deeply. A happy smile tugs at your lips, partly at the groan you manage to pull from the man above you with your action and partly due to his downright intoxicating musky scent that makes you mildly dizzy with desire. As if coming back to yourself, you suddenly remember Copia’s earlier words about his experience, and you cast your eyes upwards, looking to check in with your partner to ensure he was doing alright. 

If you hadn’t already found religion, you would’ve found it here in this moment with your knees pressed to the cold stone of the church floor- as if preparing to worship at your alter- thanks to the sight before you: Copia leaned back against the wall of the confessional, mouth hung open in pleasure as his chest heaved with rapid breath, half-lidded eyes staring down at you lustfully, hands desperately clutching the edge of the bench, and hair spread messily across his forehead, all while bathed in the soft glow of red light from the stained glass spilling through the lattice. 

“Can I keep going? If it’s too much, we can stop.” You ask, somewhat breathlessly as you look up at him with eager eyes. 

He’s stifling a soft sound with the back of his hand after you speak, feeling butterflies in his stomach from the care you had to check in with him. Copia is biting his lip, not trusting himself with his own words, as he nods emphatically at your question, which causes your lips to tug into a satisfied grin. 

With a soft squeeze to either thigh, you nuzzle your face against his cock once more, savouring the warmth against your cheek as he lets out a long breath. His breath hitches near the end, right as you press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his clothed shaft, leaving a small wet patch behind as your tongue darts out in an experimental lick. You can feel his whole body shudder against you, his cock twitching against your lips. One of your hands slides up his leg, fingers curling beneath the waistband of his boxers as you cast one more glance up to him to ensure he wanted to keep going. 

Copia, hand still pressed to his mouth to muffle any sounds he made, nodded his head in response to your questioning gaze. Tutting softly, you begin to toy with the elastic, running your fingers along his hip as you speak up. 

“I need you to use your words before I go any further, Copia.” You press your lips to his stomach, just above his waistband, and you can hear the softest of whines escape him. 

“Please, caro mío- I want you, I need you to- Cazzo…” He cuts himself off with a moan as your hand plunges into his boxers, gently cupping his cock before giving a light squeeze as you fish him out of the last of his clothing. 

The moment you lay eyes on him, you’re licking your lips in both admiration and anticipation. He’s thick, the weight of his hot cock heavy against your hand, and a little above average length. A prominent vein runs along the underside from base to his red, weeping head. You lean forward, pressing a tiny kiss to the head, and Copia moans into his hand, the other hand that had gripped the bench clawing at your scalp as his fingers wind into your hair, not with the intention to push or pull, simply to ground himself in the moment. Giving a soft hum of appreciation at his touch, you begin to lavish the head of his cock with kitten licks, eagerly licking up the pre-cum that dribbled from his slit. As you show him just how much you appreciate his touch, your hands tug his boxer’s down the rest of the way, allowing you to grip the flesh of his thighs without obstruction. 

The way you look up at him reminds him almost of how a dog would look at their owner: eyes filled with adoration and a hint of desperation for affection. Copia groaned at the sight, lowering the hand that covered his mouth to rest on top of your hand, lacing your fingers together. The look in your eyes softens at his touch, and you give a reassuring squeeze to his hand before taking the head of his cock into your mouth. The cardinal gasps at the sensation, eyes screwing shut- as much as he hated to look away from the beautiful sight below him- and his hand in yours tightening its grip. You manage some semblance of a chuckle, which sends vibrations through his cock and draws another little sound from his lips. 

You give his thigh a comforting squeeze with your spare hand before swirling your tongue around his tip for a few moments before beginning to sink your mouth onto him. A loud, breathy moan echoes out as he involuntarily bucks his hips up into your mouth, slamming the tip of his cock to the back of your throat. Your eyes fly open, watering slightly as you squeeze his thighs, trying your best to accommodate the unexpected intrusion. He gives a few more bucks of his hips absentmindedly, drool slowly dripping down your chin and onto the floor before he seems to snap back to reality. 

Once he realizes what he’s done, Copia sits back down on the bench and fully releases his grip on you, hands flying back up to cover his mouth with a little rat-like squeak. In an instant, his rapid apologies are flowing from his mouth.

“Eh? I’m so, so sorry, cuore mío. Perdonami, per favore. I shouldn’t have done that, I understand if you don’t want to keep going and if you’d rather I-“

“Hey,” you’re interrupting as you sit up onto your knees, placing a hand on his cheek to force him to look at you. Sheepish, green and white eyes meet your own and your smile, leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. It lasts only a moment before you pull away, speaking up once again. “It’s okay, I really didn’t mind. I just wasn’t expecting it. But to be completely honest? That was really hot.”

Copia falls silent for a moment, staring blankly at you. After a few seconds, he manages a nervous laugh as he finally processes what you said. His hands drop to his lap, where he begins worrying with his fingers once again, as his timid gaze meets your own. 

“You’re too kind to me, amore.”

You smirk at that, pressing a quick kiss to his adam’s apple before sitting back on your heels once again. Resting your chin on his thigh, you reach to hold one of his hands again, and he’s quick to allow you to pull his hand back to where it once rested on yours. 

“Then let me show you just how kind I can be, Cardinal.” 

A soft whine leaves him as you take the head of his cock into your mouth again, this time taking your time to sink down. You breathe in deep through your nose, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, as you make contact with his belly, cock resting deep in your throat. 

“Merda.”

You hum around him, sending Copia’s free hand back into your hair. The two of you stay like that, Copia’s hand playing with your hair and gently petting your head as his cock twitches and throbs at the back of your throat. If given the chance, you’d happily stay there like that for hours. But you knew that this moment wasn’t about you. No, you wanted to make your cardinal feel good. 

It’s hard to say just how much time passed- though you’d imagine quite a bit given the way he was leaking down your throat- before you decided to move. You give his hand a squeeze, as if to warn him of what’s to come, before you hollow your cheeks out and begin to bob your head up and down slowly. His body tenses, muscles in his thighs tightening as he grips your hair with a little force, gently guiding your head up and down alongside your movements. 

“Fuck- Tesoro, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last-“

You give his hand another squeeze, the other now hooked underneath his knee in order for you to get closer, and the look you give him is nothing short of loving. It’s the look in your eyes that’s ultimately what sends him over the edge, and he tries desperately to stutter out a warning that quickly turns into a pathetic whimper as his cock twitches between your lips. You can feel his legs spasming around you, his hips desperately bucking up to seek more of your warmth. Thick, warm ropes of cum land on your tongue, and you find yourself closing your eyes to savour both the flavour and the sensation as he continues to dribble little spurts until he’s fully drained, and only then do you allow yourself to swallow. Even after he’s ridden through his orgasm, you keep him in his mouth, gently suckling at the tip to make sure you’ve gotten every last drop and cleaned him. 

It’s not until Copia lets out a soft whine of overstimulation, giving your hair a gentle tug to pull you back into the moment, that you stop your suckling. Your eyes flutter open as your mouth is pulled from his cock with a little disappointed huff from your end, and you fight against his grip just long enough to press a brief kiss to his softening shaft. He manages a breathless laugh as he pulls you up onto your knees, his hand that was wrapped in your hair trailing down to rest on your cheek. 

“That was…”

“Good?” You suggested, hopefully, still coming out of the little haze you’d been put in. 

“Cazzo, good? I’d be an idiot to only describe that as good. That… That- I… eh, I think that may have been the best orgasm of my life-“ 

You’re surging forward to kiss him with those words, and you swallow his little surprised gasp, your hands bracing yourself against his thighs. Pulling away from him feels like torture, but you have no other choice when you hear a voice call out from inside the church. 

“Your Dark Eminence?”

“Merda,” Copia curses under his breath, eyes looking around frantically as he tries to assess the situation: him, nearly fully nude in the confessional with someone, while another sibling of sin was calling for him. 

“Eh? C- Come back in ten minutes! I’m just finishing taking a break,” he managed to call out, which seemed to satisfy the sibling, as you could hear footsteps walking away from the booth. Once you hear the heavy door open and close, you both let out a sigh of relief before offering each other a knowing smile. 

“I feel bad, amore. You did so much for me, and you-“

You press a finger to his lips, shaking your head as you speak, “Don’t worry about me. Knowing how much pleasure I was able to bring you… That was enough for me.”

Copia’s heart skips a beat with those words, and he’s smiling warmly at you. 

“In that case… Meet me back here tonight. I’m finished with confession by six.”

“I’ll be here,” you lean forward, sealing your promise with a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away and turning towards the door. You pause momentarily, casting a look over your shoulder. 

“I’m glad you were working today.”

Terzo lay back against the pillows, panting. He grinned as he took a picture of the new shorts in Ghost's merchandise lineup. Printed, as usual, with their logo across the back, but with the addition of Secondo's face on the thigh.

"Fixed your stupid shorts," He messaged, along with the photo of the cum stain. Then, he waited.

Read 8:34 PM.

He waited longer, hoping for any sort of remark. He even sent another message:

"Like it? ;)"

Read 10:17 PM.

Terzo huffed, annoyed that he wasn't getting the reaction he'd hoped for. He threw the shorts into his laundry pile and crawled under the blankets to sleep, not bothering with pajamas. Too hot for them anyway.

***

A few short hours later, Terzo was startled awake by someone forcing his door open.

"You thought I was going to let you get away with it, didn't you?"

Terzo whined softly when Secondo dragged him out of bed, blinking in confusion.

"What-"

"Put them on."

Terzo just stared at his brother, not awake enough to understand what he was saying. Yanking Terzo with him, Secondo dug the shorts out of the laundry and shoved them into his brother's free hand.

"Since you're so desperate to cum in your new shorts, put them on."

Finally barely awake enough to follow Secondo's commands, Terzo pulled on the shorts, cringing at the feeling of the dirty, crusty fabric against his thigh.

"On the bed, whore."

Terzo stumbled over and blearily sat down, yelping when Secondo slammed him into the mattress as he straddled one of his brother's thighs. He forced the other aside and pinned Terzo with a hand on his chest. He used his free hand to fondle Terzo through the shorts, smirking at how quickly he began to harden and squirm.

"We aren't stopping until you have nothing left, fratellino," Secondo purred, rubbing slightly harder. Terzo whined and bucked upward, grinding into his brother's palm.

"Sec... ah!" Terzo writhed and screwed his eyes shut, soaking his shorts with cum. When Secondo just doubled down, Terzo tried to twist away but wasn't strong enough to escape.

"Stop. You're only making things worse." Secondo immediately began working Terzo hard again, ignoring his pleas for mercy and respite. He very quickly came again, and again, tears rolling down his face. Secondo didn't stop until Terzo's spend was so watery and thin that it hardly resembled cum at all. Terzo's entire body sagged with relief when he did, and it took him several minutes to realize what a mess he was. He shifted, trying to discreetly work the soaked shorts over his hips, but Secondo caught him.

"If you take those off before I give you permission, I'll make you with you hadn't."

Terzo whimpered and turned onto his side, wincing at the feeling of the wet sheets. He thought they would keep him awake, but Secondo's roughness had tired him out. Soon, he was snoring softly, moaning any time Secondo touched him.

"Sleepy, huh?" He cooed, brushing his brother's hair out of his eyes. He snuggled Terzo to his chest, quickly falling asleep himself.

***

Secondo felt around the bed beside him, searching for Terzo. He raised his head, growling when he saw his brother standing nude.

"Don't you remember what I told you last night, you little brat?"

Terzo stared sleepily at Secondo. He squinted, and rubbed his eyes, trying to process what Secondo had said and remember what he had said last night.

"Sec..?"

"Get over here," Secondo snapped, lunging at Terzo from the bed. He grabbed his brother's wrist with a vicelike grip, tossing him carelessly onto the bed and quickly pinning him down. He thrust his fingers roughly down Terzo's throat, slicking them with his brother's spit.

He quickly moved to Terzo's ass, grinning broadly when he yelped in shock.

"Quiet. You knew this would happen."

"Secondo, please..."

"Shut up and take it." Secondo replaced the fingers with his cock, pounding recklessly into his little brother. Terzo mewled and cried, tears running down his cheeks.

"You knew better than to disobey me."

"Sec-"

"Apologize, you little shit."

"I'm sorry..." Terzo whined.

"For what?" Secondo hissed, blunt nails digging into his brother's shoulder.

"For, ah, for..." Terzo paused. He really wasn't sure what Secondo wanted an apology for.

"For? You know what you did."

Terzo's eyes gave a nervous flicker and Secondo fucked into him even harder.

"I'm... so-sorry... Secondo... I'm sorry!"

"Stupid slut," Secondo growled, slamming his hips into Terzo as he came, spend splattering across his stomach.

"I told you not to take off those shorts until I gave you permission."

"I'm sorry... I didn't... didn't remember."

Nihil: Sister Imperator is smug as fuck - because despite Nihil catting around with other women, I am convinced he only does anything that would count as the kind of bottoming that would somehow knock him up (I'm blaming everything on magic and Satan here) with her. Every single complaint he makes is immediately followed up with "Oh yeah, I did that...and I was carrying Twins." He doesn't GET to be insufferable because she's hovering and smothering (some affection but mostly busting his metaphorical balls) and any time he complains to anyone else it makes its way back to her. When he eventually pops the child out, he's relieved, not because the pregnancy itself is over, but because the nine months of hazing are finally over. He proceeds to treat the child that popped out of him better than any of his other children (the bar is, admittedly, on the floor).

Primo: is ECSTATIC because he is convinced that somehow He Is the Prime Mover! HE GETS TO BEAR THE ANTICHRIST AND THEN DIE. This is the happiest he has ever been. Anything unpleasant about the pregnancy he brushes aside as Satan's Will (basically a Satantic version of a Stepfordlike quiverfull wife) and endures it with a smile that is starting to terrify all and sundry. Legitimately no one has ever seen Primo with this much serene joy and beatific kindness to all who see him (his happiness is causing him to be passively nicer and given his natural meanness levels this is Extremely Noticable). When he gives birth and survives the experience he is DEVASTATED. Inconsolable. Tries to sacrifice the child. The kid is kept away from him for his own good before this religious fervor induced version of post partum despair dies down enough. Not the worst Dad nor the best - he has experience wrangling younger siblings but...well look how they turned out. (It's better than Nihil but again, the bar is on the floor).

Secondo: Honestly giving up the alcohol is what he bitches about the most. The first month or so of drying out is rough. Once he is over that hurdle he is tentatively excited about the prospect of a kid. Though politely confused over how the fuck he ended up pregnant. He doesn't remember fucking a ghoul recently? Or anything else demonic? Then again he doesn't remember a lot of encounters. Has a bit of a shopping mania in the lead up, buying all kinds of baby things - he can't party so he has to spend his energy and gain new stimuli somehow, so he trades night clubs for malls. Long before the birth the nursery is fucking geared out with every possible thing. That child is spoiled rotten when it comes out.

Terzo: It's Omega's, he is certain. Necropolitus can't get him pregnant, after all, and he's dallied with some other guys (my personal headcanon is that Terzo exists in a massive polycule that includes Omega, the Bishop, any ghouls you ship him with, any OCs you ship him with, and a plethora of temporary fucks) but he doesn't think that would lead to a baby. He is more emotionally than physically tormented - but that doesn't mean he isn't physically tormented. Gets absolutely wretched morning sickness, pregnancy diabetes (which is a thing apparently), everything that can go non-life-threateningly wrong does. But he's full of self doubt and loathing about being a parent, and that's worse to him than anything else. It's canon that Terzo has kids (Tobias slipped up whoops) so it's not First Time Parent fears, but starting over with an infant again is harrowing, and he is also scared of somehow fucking up the pregnancy - his illness throughout only compounds these feelings. He contemplates abortion, not because he doesn't want the child - he desperately does - but because a part of him hates the idea of bringing yet another life into this wretched world. He comes out of the pregnancy and all its turbulent emotions profoundly relieved and instantly in love when the baby is put in his arms. He is an amazing, doting and supportive parent, if sometimes absent - he is aware of his flaws as a human and when he doesn't consider himself a good, stable influence to be around the kid he would rather not be there than be there and psychologically scar them.

Cardi: Seeks comfort and pampering. Fortunately he gets it if only because Marika is FERAL about suddenly getting grandchildren. Wants to marry his pregnancy pillow (and keeps it afterwards even though he no longer needs the extra support because it's so damn comfy and he's used to it now). Nervous about being a good parent, nervous about his health (though his is a breeze compared to Terzo's), aggressively attends birthing and parenting classes like being a pregnant person and parent is something you can get a good grade in. His cravings are off the charts off the wall and he gains a lot of weight, eating for two makes an excellent excuse after all. He is sending the ghouls out for mint ice cream and pickles in the middle of the night - to be eaten together, the gremlin. While not bitching as much as you'd expect during the pregnancy, during the Birth he is screaming the place down - even with an epidural. He is a loving but somewhat forgetful father - he absolutely shows up to a playdate for the baby without the baby, goes "Ah shit!" and has to drive back for the child who is chilling out in a ghoul's arms wondering where Daddy went.

Primo

Primo has been around the block, and has seen many things

Your collection of stuffed animals is nothing strange to him. In fact he finds it rather adorable.

He understands that it's a comfort thing for you and will make sure to have room for your collection if you decide to live with him

If you sleep with some (or all) of them he'll buy a bigger bed if you need

If you like to keep them on display instead, he'll clear up a space dedicated solely for them in his bedroom

With your permission he'll choose his favorite from your collection and keep it in his office. It reminds him of you during long days of work

Knows which stuffed animals you prefer depending on your mood and will set them up on your shared bed accordingly

If you like to hold some while the two of you cuddle, he'll include them in a little cuddle pile

Don't tell his brothers but he'll call you his teddy bear

Overall just extremely soft and accepting of your collection. Your honor I love Peemo

Secondo

Honestly? He's pretty confused at first.

Aren't stuffed animals supposed to be for babies and children?

You can tell he wants to understand though, so you calmly sit him down and explain why you keep your collection

He apologizes for insinuating that keeping stuffed animals is childlike, he didn't understand (you forgive him)

The first time you spend the night in his bed (which is already a rare occurrence for him, the man is emotionally constipated) he makes sure to hold you AND your stuffed animal(s)

If you wake up before him, he'll grab the stuffed animal you left in the bed and cuddle it while he keeps sleeping

THIS FACT DOES NOT LEAVE HIS CHAMBERS.

After a while he gets used to having you in his arms, and accepts that you come with your stuffed animals

You're hesitant to move into his chambers with him because how are you supposed to bring your collection into his carefully curated aesthetic?

But he reassures you that he'll gladly find a place for them if it makes you happy, you're more important than any of his material things

You've shown him that self-comfort is normal and healthy

He doesn't care that his brothers tease him about growing softer for you. He's happy and you're happy and that's all that matters.

Terzo

Terzo is immediately so accepting that it makes you a little teary.

He makes you question why you would even be nervous to tell him about your collection in the first place

Asks you to introduce him to each and every one

Even if they don't have names, he still wants to learn about the significance of them to you. When did you get them? Why did you choose this one? Which is your favorite?

Immediately declares that the smallest one is his little friend.

Carries it around in his pocket all day (with your permission) because he likes to be reminded of you when you're both busy.

Like Primo, he'll buy a bigger bed if you like to keep them in bed with you as you sleep

WILL buy the most expensive and roomy display case for them if you choose to keep them on display

If you and Terzo get intimate, he'll drape a blanket over your stuffed animals so the two of you 'don't ruin their innocence'

He's the type to try and cheer you up by giving them voices when you're sad. Each one has a different voice

(It always works. You always end up feeling better)

He still comforts you himself, he just knows that your stuffed animals are an extra comfort to you when you need them

Has no qualms about adding to your collection himself if he sees a stuffed animal that he knows you'd like

Copia

Hear me out. I feel like Copia has a few stuffed animals of his own

He'd seen a cute little rat plushie while away on tour once and bought it because how could he not?

He still has the stuffed rabbit from when he was a child

Copia is extremely sentimental in that regard

So when you nervously tell him about your collection, his face lights up because hey! He has some too!

Like Terzo, he'll ask you to introduce them all to him and asks about where and when you got them

If they don't have names, they do now. Copia will name them all and memorize each one.

Bonus points if you have rat or mouse plushies. He'll scratch them on the ears like they're real living pets

When you move into his chambers he'll create a special space for both of your collections together

Puts his stuffed rat and your favorite stuffed animal together and insists they're in love

It's part of your nightly routine for the two of you to choose a stuffed animal to spend the night in the bed

Copia is the type to panic slightly when you're upset or anxious

So he grabs as many stuffed animals as he can and piles them up around you for maximum comfort

And then he wraps his arms around you and your hundreds of plushies because he knows you need him, too.

Finds it hard to sleep without at least one stuffed animal now.