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lucistarsfire · 10 months ago
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Alright.
(Terzomega Angst Fic: Terzo's dead)
Since being resummoned, he'd hoped to all  hell  that Terzo would have returned as well. But that was hardly the case. Days at first, then weeks. Another day came, then passed, and then the night cornered Omega into that place where he always felt so trapped. He felt his breath catch as he neared his room, before he came to a stop.  Why should he go back to his room? What was there for him?  Nothing, of course. So he didn't stay. He strayed from the hallway, moving into another. He wasn't just walking with no destination, he was more than sure of where he  needed  to be tonight. He roamed closer to the large doors of the room, hesitating as he touched the wood of the doorframe. He shivered. Then he felt chills. And then he felt weak.  ....
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vanmec · 1 year ago
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Terzo and Omega forgetting the world around them, just for a moment.
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ofthemorningstars · 14 days ago
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The Way We Fit
TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut 4k words Yes, Omega is much larger than Terzo, with fangs and claws, but Terzo won't let that get in the way of their love. (Size difference k!nk) Based on the character depictions of Terzo and Omega that have been lovingly crafted by @kabukiaku , thank you so much for continuing to allow me to write stories based on your characters, and for giving me guidance and insight along the way! They truly are so special to me, and writing them is always such a fun process!
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Terzo checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been fifteen minutes since Omega had last responded, and Terzo was getting a little antsy. He had been torturing Omega all day, sending him texts and photos that were at first just suggestive, but eventually became explicit as his excitement grew.
Omega's replies were shy, at first, but slowly got bolder, trying to match Terzo's energy. He was considering sending Omega an even racier photo in the hopes of speeding his arrival along, when he finally heard a key in the door to his chambers. Terzo’s expression twisted into a devilish grin. Today had been a long day; he had been waiting very patiently for Omega to come home. He was in the mood, and he knew just the ghoul for the job.
Terzo arranged himself just so on the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs bent at the knee in front of him. He was wearing nothing but sheer black thigh-high stockings and a pair of black lace panties, which he was already straining against. By the time Omega walked into the bedroom, wild eyes widening even further upon seeing Terzo laid out so pretty for him, Terzo felt like his body was on fire. He was itching to be touched.
Terzo didn’t know what had come over him today, but since they woke up that morning, he had felt an insatiable NEED gnawing at him, threatening to eat him alive.
He had wanted to try and satisfy his need that morning, but they had been up all night fooling around the previous night; by the time they finally woke up, Omega had to leave for his ministry obligations, leaving Terzo all alone in his chambers on his day off. He had wanted to drag Omega back to bed, to beg him to stay, but he knew Omega would've done it, for him, and gotten in trouble. He had spent the whole day unable to think about anything other than Omega, and so, feverishly, he decided to make it both of their problem. If he couldn’t have his ghoul now, he would make sure that Omega would be prepared for him later.
Evidently his plan had worked, if the visible bulge in Omega’s pants was to be believed; Terzo’s grin widened.
“Terzo…” Omega croaked out, towering over him, a hand twitching at his side.
“You’re finally home, my darling,” Terzo purred sweetly. He spread his legs, beckoning Omega forward with a curl of his finger. “Come here, big boy.”
Omega practically ripped his mask off in his haste, letting it fall to the floor. Terzo’s heart skipped a beat at the expression on his face, all hunger and yet still full of such tenderness. Sweat had already begun to bead on his brow. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were scanning up and down Terzo’s body, drinking him in.
He approached Terzo slowly, almost reverent as he crouched down on the bed by Terzo’s feet. He moved to kiss Terzo’s calve before looking up at him, eyes questioning. Terzo’s smile softened as he nodded, reaching down to ruffle Omega's soft white hair affectionately.
Omega took one leg in his large hand, stroking up the back of it. He kissed his way from ankle to inner thigh, repeating the process with the other leg. His breath was hot and heavy on Terzo's skin, and Terzo began to squirm loosely in Omega's hold as lips and tongue tickled closer to where he wanted them. By the time Omega's mouth finally pressed a lingering kiss to his bulge, Terzo had begun to sweat as well, electricity coursing through his veins. Terzo grabbed Omega gently under the chin, tilting his face up to make eye contact.
“I want you inside me tonight, amore,” Terzo breathed, wanting to cut right to the chase and make his intentions known. Omega blinked, eyes growing impossibly wider.
“Are you sure, mia luce?” Omega stammered, his grey skin flushing darker. Omega shifted his weight on the bed, rubbing his legs together subtly. It was true that it wasn't their most common bedroom activity; due to their size difference, it was quite taxing on Terzo to have full penetrative sex with Omega. Tonight, though, Terzo was craving Omega as though his life depended on the press of their bodies together.
“Sì. I need you,” Terzo responded as though he’d never been more sure of anything, eyes lidded heavily. He ran a thumb over Omega’s bottom lip, tugging it down gently. Omega swallowed hard before grabbing Terzo’s hand in his own, turning his face into it and kissing Terzo’s palm. Omega staggered to his feet, going to fish a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. He began to fumble with the lid of the bottle, seemingly forgetting about both of their clothes still being in the way in his haste. Terzo chuckled.
“My my, amore, so impatient,” Terzo tutted, as though he had any room to talk. Omega looked dumbfounded before realizing what he was doing. He hastily set the bottle on the bed, then made as though he were going to remove Terzo’s panties, but Terzo stopped him gently, catching his hand.
“Strip for me?” Terzo asked, voice saccharine as he batted his eyelashes. “Slowly,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
Omega eagerly complied, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands. Despite his eagerness, he did his best to take his time for Terzo. As he peeled back his layers, Terzo could see that his poor ghoul’s flush continued from the tips of his ears all the way down to his broad, muscled chest. Terzo nearly drooled at the sight of so much bare skin. After he had discarded his belt, Omega hesitated for the briefest of moments before beginning on his trousers. As he finally freed himself from his underwear, he glanced up at Terzo expectantly. It was Terzo’s turn to rub his thighs together. He inhaled loudly as he bit his lip, staring with open want.
“Mm, my beautiful ghoul is such a big boy,” Terzo crowed, wanting to shower Omega with praise. Omega looked chuffed, preening a little. “Sì. So beautiful… I want to taste.” Terzo’s tongue came out to lick its way up two of his own fingers, putting them fully in his mouth before slowly drawing them out through pursed lips, working to maintain eye contact. Omega’s cock jumped.
“Come play with me.” Terzo’s voice was syrupy, and all the invitation Omega needed to pounce. Omega crossed the room to Terzo before he could blink, and then he was upon him, kneeling again on the bed and pulling urgently at Terzo’s panties. This time Terzo didn’t slow him, wanting to be freed from the suffocating fabric to feel his lover’s touch. Terzo kicked the panties haphazardly across the room once Omega had gotten them down his legs. Omega grabbed him then, touch impatient. Terzo groaned, throwing his head back. He had been craving this all day, but at the rate at which Omega was moving in his enthusiasm, Terzo was worried about their night being cut unceremoniously short.
“S-stop, amore,” Terzo cautioned as Omega was mid-stroke, trying to catch his breath. “You are getting me too riled up,” he quickly added as he felt Omega freeze in an instant. Terzo scratched between Omega’s horns, feeling guilty for worrying him. Omega instantly melted, turning to putty in his hands. He rested his head on Terzo’s hip as he waited for direction, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration. His ragged breath was hot on Terzo’s skin. Terzo tugged gently at Omega’s hair, pulling him up to his face.
“Kiss me,” Terzo whispered. At once Omega’s mouth was on his, hungry and invading in a way that was incredibly welcome. He bit Omega’s lower lip gently, pulling it into his mouth, and Omega moaned. Terzo’s hands floated up to cradle Omega’s face, the pads of his thumbs running along his cheekbones. Throbbing turned to a persistent ache as their tongues danced together, and Terzo didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. Spreading his legs wider, Terzo coaxed Omega into making his way between his thighs. Omega followed his lead, breaking away from the kiss with a soft sound as he got himself into position.
“I need you, Omega,” Terzo reminded him softly, taking Omega in hand and stroking him delicately. Shuddering at his touch, Omega nuzzled the side of Terzo’s face. Terzo searched for where Omega had set the bottle of lube down on the bed before his striptease, wriggling in Omega’s hold to reach it. When he finally got it, he flicked open the cap, slicking the fingers of one hand with a generous amount. He handed the bottle to Omega.
Omega rocked back on his heels, giving both of them space to prepare. Terzo hissed as he slipped a finger into himself, slowly thrusting in and out. When he was comfortable, he added a second, and then, since Omega was so big, a third. Omega slicked his cock as he watched, enraptured, precum beading at his tip. Terzo curled his fingers, massaging, milking himself, enjoying the way Omega’s eyes watched hungrily as precum pooled on Terzo's stomach. Terzo groaned self-indulgently. He was as prepared for Omega's massive size as he could be. At this point, Terzo was just having fun with him.
Terzo withdrew his fingers from himself and beckoned Omega forward. Omega drew closer, reaching behind them to grab a pillow and propping Terzo’s hips up for easier access. Omega caressed Terzo's chest, then stomach.
“Are you ready?” Omega asked in a hushed voice.
“I am,” Terzo replied confidently, sure in his desires.
Terzo thought back to the first time they had done this, the first time that Omega had been inside of him. Omega had been sweating before they even started, trembling with nerves, so worried that he was going to hurt him despite Terzo’s endless reassurances. When he realized how afraid Omega truly was, Terzo had stopped them, cradling his ghoul’s head in his lap and soothing him until he steadied. They had a long talk, then, about boundaries, and how they didn't have to do anything that Omega didn’t want to. About how size wasn’t a factor that Terzo cared about, and how he never wanted it to be something that came between them.
Yes, Omega was twice his size, with beautiful fangs and claws, and in many ways, it was true that their bodies didn’t quite fit together. But they loved each other, and Terzo wouldn't let anything get in the way of expressing that love. Terzo even found those differences quite enticing, something that he had no problem admitting to Omega. When Omega had finally pushed inside of him that night, when they had finally united, it was all either of them could do not to finish far too early.
Terzo closed his eyes for just a moment, grounding himself in the present before he could get lost in sweet nostalgia. Omega moved closer, lining himself up with Terzo’s entrance, too focused on his task to notice that Terzo's mind had been elsewhere. He looked to Terzo for the go-ahead, face flushed, not quite meeting his eyes. Terzo smiled warmly at him, his own face surely a deep shade of pink by now. When Omega gingerly worked his tip inside, Terzo’s eyes rolled back, hissing before letting out a long, low moan as he was stretched. He had been aching for this all day.
“Yes! Oh, you feel so good, amore,” Terzo gasped, desperately aroused, biting his lip and letting his hands float up above him on the bed. Omega slowly pushed inside with a grunt, a look of concentration on his face as he gradually inserted as much of his shaft as he felt comfortable with. He rested, allowing Terzo a moment to adjust to his considerable girth. Terzo attempted to grind down on him anyway, shifting his hips. He was starved for more.
“Nn… deeper,” Terzo moaned breathily. Omega pushed inside just a little further, hesitant. Terzo knew from experience that he was pushing his luck, but he had to try.
“Deeper!” Terzo urged him on, panting.
“I really don’t think–”
“Please, Omega!” Terzo begged greedily, eyes wild and pleading as his chest heaved. Omega grabbed Terzo’s hands up above him, leaning forward, effectively pinning him to the bed. Terzo felt his cock jump at the suggestion of being physically restrained, but Omega's expression was one of concern.
“I don’t want to hurt you, tesoro,” Omega said sternly, voice firm. Terzo met his gaze, Omega's soft eyes boring into him. Terzo felt a twinge of guilt for pushing him too far. Releasing one of Terzo’s hands, Omega propped himself up to lean down to meet Terzo’s lips in a tender kiss, full of unspoken feelings. Terzo kissed him back with a shuddering sigh, his free hand coming up to tangle in Omega’s hair. Their kiss steadied him, and Terzo felt his clawing, overwhelming need calm, just a little. Just enough.
Terzo brought his legs up to wrap around Omega's large frame, locking his ankles. Omega cautiously began to move, slowly at first, but as his confidence grew, so did his momentum. Their breath came out in huffs, twining together. Terzo urged him on with the responsiveness of his body, moving with Omega and encouraging him to pick up both speed and force.
“Aaah, Omega!” Terzo cried, reaching out a hand, wanting to touch, he didn't care where. “You are doing so good, mio caro… so good,” Terzo praised him. Omega shivered, finally allowing himself to relax, surrendering freely to pleasure, beginning to make noises of his own. He hoisted Terzo’s legs further up his body, tucking them under his arms. His large hands wrapped around Terzo’s hips, claws digging as he gripped tight.
Terzo looked down, watching as a bulge in his belly disappeared and reappeared with each thrust, visible proof of his lover filling him. He was so intensely turned on by the sight that he felt lightheaded, balling the sheets up in his fists. When he watched as Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, he reluctantly made himself tear his eyes away, his worries about cumming prematurely becoming a little too real.
An idea came to Terzo then, one that was too enticing to pass up. Terzo wanted to catch Omega up to where he was, in the hopes that they could finish together. Terzo felt around the bed blindly, looking for the discarded bottle. Finding his prize, Terzo asked for Omega's tail, stroking it lovingly, sensually, when it was presented to him. Omega to let out a shuddering moan. Terzo brought the narrow spaded tip to his lips, planting a kiss on its apex.
“Would you play with yourself for me?” Terzo murmured against Omega's skin. Omega whimpered, nodding emphatically, looking excited. Terzo lubed up the end of Omega's tail, taking his time, perhaps teasing him a bit more than was necessary. When Terzo finally released him, Omega allowed the tip of his tail to snake around behind him, penetrating himself. He pushed inside just enough to brush against his own prostate, letting out the most beautiful sigh.
Terzo tightened his thighs around Omega, wanting to get as close to him as possible. He wanted to touch Omega, to run his hands and his mouth all along his body, but in their current position, he couldn’t. Terzo whined, writhing under the ghoul. He was nearing his limit, pleasure building deliciously at the base of his spine. His hips moved in time with Omega’s motions, and he was overcome with a desire to ride Omega, to bounce and grind and control the speed and depth on his own. He would have to talk to Omega about letting them try that for a future encounter…
“Omega… I want you to cum inside me, amore… Please...” Terzo panted before repeating Omega’s name. He knew his dirty talk always made Omega weak, and he needed him to buckle before he lost his own grip on his control. Omega huffed through his nose, concentrating and picking up speed. Terzo began to drool, head thrown back in ecstasy, his speech turning into incoherent babbling.
Omega tightened his grip on Terzo’s hips, moving inside of Terzo and playing with himself all the while. Omega began to whimper, and Terzo could tell he was close. Unable to speak, he began to moan loudly, wanting to spur Omega on. It was working. Omega bucked hard, trying to restrain himself in order to protect Terzo, to not bury the entirety of his girthy length within him, but he was visibly struggling with his composure.
“Terzo…” Omega hissed out through gritted teeth, desperation in his voice. Omega reached out and grabbed Terzo’s cock, working him furiously. Terzo shouted at the added stimulation, back arching off the bed. He tried to hold on for as long as he could, but this was a battle he couldn’t win. It was an unspoken game between them, to see who could make the other climax first; neither of them wanted to finish before the other was satisfied, but inevitably, someone had to lose.
Tonight’s loser proved to be Terzo. He came with an agonizing wail as orgasm tore through him, his release painting hot streaks across his heaving chest. Pleasure washed over him for what felt like a blissful eternity. As he began to come down, Terzo bit his lip against a whine as Omega continued to move inside of him, overstimulated but needing with everything in him to let Omega finish.
“Omega..” Terzo whispered over and over like a prayer. “Please… Cum in me, Omega, I need you,” More dirty talk. He knew exactly how to push Omega’s buttons, how to overwhelm his senses. Omega lost it then, his cock kicking inside of Terzo as he came with a guttural groan, the dam finally breaking. His seed spilled out of Terzo, dripping onto the sheets.
As Omega braced himself with trembling arms on either side of Terzo’s head, sweaty and winded and struggling for air, Terzo felt an overpowering warmth and affection bloom through his chest. He wanted to cradle Omega in his arms, to stroke his hair and smother him with kisses, but in his current position he settled for reaching up to cup his jaw. Omega leaned into his touch.
Omega pulled out of Terzo slowly, carefully. Terzo mourned the loss. Standing on unsteady legs, Omega briefly left to get a towel, ever the gentleman, and helped Terzo clean up. Terzo silently wished that he would just leave it be for the moment and stay within his reach, free to touch, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. When Omega settled down beside him it wasn’t a moment too soon, and Terzo descended upon him immediately, caressing and kissing and quietly singing praises. His hands and mouth explored Omega’s face and body, touch insistent, making up for all of the contact he couldn’t indulge in while they were in their previous position. Omega chuckled, reveling in the attention he was being showered with.
“Feeling better now, Papa?” Omega teased. He reached for Terzo, coaxing him back up to his level, stealing a kiss himself. “For a minute there I forgot which one of us was the demon,” Omega joked. Terzo cringed, feeling guilty.
“Sì. I am so sorry, my darling. I guess I did get a little out of control,” Terzo said, remorseful over the prospect of having perturbed Omega. “I am sorry for being such a menace.” Omega’s smile widened, and he took another kiss, making sure to take his time.
“What are you apologizing for, mia luce?” he asked against Terzo’s lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.” Another kiss, this time with plenty of tongue. Terzo felt a spark of arousal race through him, though his body was too tired to follow through with it. He groaned into Omega’s mouth.
“Mio amato monstro…” Terzo breathed against Omega’s cheek when they broke apart. Omega started trailing languid kisses down Terzo’s neck, his chest. “I shouldn’t have distracted you while you were working. I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he continued, genuinely repentant.
“Worth it,” Omega stated simply, shrugging. They continued trading lazy kisses and lingering touches until Omega decided that they needed to get ready for bed.
“It’s getting late, tesoro,” Omega said reluctantly, pushing up on one elbow.
“It’s not that late yet,” Terzo scoffed, wanting to continue to bask in the afterglow that they’d been indulging in together for quite some time.
“Maybe not, but we still have to clean up and eat. We both have to work tomorrow, it’s Sunday,” Omega reminded him. Terzo grimaced. “I don’t want you giving another half-asleep sermon. Sister Imperator really chewed you out the last time that happened.” Terzo rolled his eyes, remembering the talking-to he’d had to sit through the last time that he and Omega had fucked away a Saturday night.
“Hm. Maybe you’re right,” Terzo conceded. He grimaced as he sat up. “Let us take a bath first.” He went to stand, not realizing how weak his legs felt until they started to give out under him. Omega lunged to catch him, pulling him back to sit on the edge of the bed. Terzo chuckled, trying to play it off. He made to stand again, batting Omega away when he tried to help, but Omega was having none of it and scooped him up in his arms.
Terzo started to protest, indignant at being carried like a child, but soon relaxed at Omega’s warmth and the scent of his skin. He knew Omega just wanted to help, that he wasn’t looking down on him. Terzo sighed. Tonight was not the night to be stubborn, he was far too worn out for that.
Omega carefully sat Terzo down on the edge of the tub and began preparing a bath. He kissed Terzo on the crown of his head and left to change their bedsheets while the water ran. Terzo felt lonelier than he usually did in Omega’s absence. When the bath was ready and Omega had returned, they slipped into the water together. They made quick work of washing each other, wanting to get to their favorite part: relaxing. Terzo sat firmly between Omega’s legs, his back to Omega’s chest, Omega’s arms wrapped loosely around him. Terzo hummed to Omega softly, and Omega’s tail came up to wrap around Terzo’s leg.
Terzo grabbed one of Omega’s hands in his own, examining it. His was tiny in comparison. If they were to try and lock their fingers together, to hold hands in the traditional way, they wouldn’t quite fit right. They were frequently having to come up with creative ways to get around their difference in size, but that never bothered Terzo. He and Omega would do anything to fit together. To complement each other.
Terzo pressed his face into Omega’s hand with a sigh, leaning into it. He kissed Omega’s palm, and then up each of his fingers, slowly, deliberately. When his tongue came out to taste Omega’s skin, Terzo couldn’t help but rub his thighs together. He felt Omega’s cock twitch at his back.
“Don’t go getting yourself all worked up again, tesoro,” Omega chuckled breathily, his tone playful. “We need to actually sleep tonight.”
“Do we?” Terzo asked idly, stroking Omega’s arm. “I think I can handle a little tongue-lashing just fine. Surprisingly well, actually,” he quipped as Omega’s other hand began to glide its way down Terzo’s body. Terzo tilted his face up, lips seeking and being quickly met. It was an awkward kiss, truthfully, upside down and wet. Terzo wouldn’t have traded it for the world. When it broke, Terzo spun in his hold, straddling Omega’s lap instead.
No, maybe they didn’t always fit together perfectly, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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everest-is-dead-now · 2 months ago
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Sunrise — Terzomega
short little comic inspired by @ofthemorningstars’s favorite trope in the universe i guess hehe
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“Are you awake?”
Omega stirred at the words. “Mhm.”
Terzo opened his eyes to the dark room, seeing only dusky purple skin. “Sorry to wake you.”
“‘S okay. Can’t sleep?”
“I could not get back to it.”
“Mm. What time is it?”
“I think it is five.”
“Mm.”
A lull hung in the air like mist.
“I wish there were windows in here.”
Omega sighed, peeked his eyes open and pulled Terzo closer. He nestled comfortably against him.
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“Why is that, tersoro?”
“We could watch the sunrise together.”
“Why would we wake up that early?”
“It is that early now, stella.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“No, amore,” Terzo shifted, moving off his chest, turning to lay on top of him. “Stay in this moment with me…”
“‘M tired.”
Terzo pressed his forehead against Omega’s.
“A little longer, stella. Please.”
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Omega sighed slowly, letting his chest deflate with Terzo’s weight.
“A window,” he murmured.
Terzo smiled. “Si.”
“Let’s take a trip to Italy,” Omega suggested sleepily, “and get a room with windows.”
“Ah, amore, si. One on the coast by the ocean. With a balcony.”
“‘Nd we can sleep on the balcony.”
“We can watch the sun rise,” Terzo playfully corrected. “We will be awake, standing at the railing. You can hold my waist while we drink espresso. The moment will fill our hearts.”
“Then we sleep.”
Terzo giggled. “Then we sleep.”
“Let’s do it tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”
“Okay…”
Omega took Terzo in his arms and turned him on his side, his arms enveloping him.
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“Goodnight, tersoro.”
“Goodnight, stella.”
buy me a kofi <3
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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 3 months ago
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Master List for all my Fics!
So I accidentally deleted my old master list many months ago, and haven't had the time to make a new one. I am sorry about that! Hopefully this new one suffices 🥰 let me know if there's anything I can fix!
I can't really adhere to taking requests, but I promise I'm friendly; hit up my DMs and tell me all your wild headcanons 😈
Color key: Fluff, Smut, Implied Smut, Angst
Updated: August 5th, 2024
Terzo (Papa Emeritus III)
Dream Come True (Implied Smut but it's pretty obscene) Ao3 (I am actively writing the follow up for this, I promise <3)
Morning Friction (Smut) Ao3
Trying To Resist (Lot of Fluff/Implied Smut) Ao3
Intro to Romantic Literature (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3
Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/ Implied Smut) Ao3
Let's Get These Heels Off... (SMUT) Ao3
The Papa You Belong To (Implied Smut) Ao3
Songbird (SMUT) Ao3
Premier Amour (Medieval Knight Terzo) (Smut/a lil Angst) Ao3
Stupid Love (Cardinal Terzo) (Fluff/Smut/
Friends to Lovers) Ao3
Get on Your Hands and Knees Right Now (Catboy Terzo) (Smut) Ao3
Cast Out (Fallen Angel! Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3
Looking for your Cardinal? (Mentions of Cardinal Copia x Reader) (SMUT) Ao3
My Dirty Little Secret (SMUT) Ao3
My Only Ghost Fanart
Copia (Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV)
Call Me Little Sunshine (Could be read as any Papa, but I kinda had Copia in mind) (Dark Themes, Horror, Abusive Relationship/Implied Smut) Ao3
My Muse (Cardinal Copia) (Smut) Ao3
Taking Care (Papa Emeritus IV) (Angst/Fluff/ Smut) Ao3
This is a One Time Thing (Implied Smut) Ao3
Bundle of Joy (Pure Fluff) AoЗ
Now Paint a Pair of Eyes (Papa Emeritus IV) (Fluff/implied Smut at the end) Ao3
If you had Life Eternal (Cardinal Copia) (Fluff/ Touch of Angst) Ao3
HCs about Copia with an Antichrist Lover (Fluff/implied Smut)
Terzo AND Copia
When a Paradise is Lost (Angst/ Fluff/Smut/Friends to Lovers) Ao3
Paradise Found (sequel to above fic) (Angst/Fluff/Smut/Pregnancy) Ao3
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puuuders · 5 days ago
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Brat ~ Terzomega oneshot
Smut
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Um. So I wrote this based on Vanmecs er... Art series... On Twitter. 18+
I've been debating posting this because it's... Ummm not what I usually write. Very intense. But I decided fuck it, I'll post it. Hahahaha
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Terzo gets put in his place.
Content warning - bondage, blindfolds, gags, overstimulation, sounding
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Click.
Omega pushed the barred metal into the slot on the other side, the chain of the handcuffs clanking quietly against the metal bed frame. He slid his hands down Terzo’s shoulders as he examined, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Terzo test them. As intended, his hands were held in place above his head, allowing only enough wiggle room to slightly bend his elbows. His ankles, too, experienced a similar fate. They were cuffed to a metal bar, forcing his legs apart for Omega’s convenience. Terzo was grinning wider than Omega was, although there was room for debate. He stared up at his own defenselessness, tugging gently and twisting his knees inward for the sake of feeling trapped. 
Terzo wore his favorite black gartered socks, hating the feeling of being without them. On his upper body, his jacket was unbuttoned and thrown to his sides, leaving his torso entirely available. Around his neck was a pink bow, a collar charm dangling from it that had the degrading term “brat” engraved on it, and a matching bow around the base of his already throbbing cock. 
“Last chance,” Omega warned, dragging a finger around Terzo’s chest. Terzo watched, chest puffing, mouth slightly agape. Omega was kneeling on the bed beside the bound man, wearing nothing but his own black boxers, surrounded by a wide variety of toys: a whip, some beads, and, much to Terzo’s interest, multiple vibrators.
”I will not be merciful.”
“Good.” Terzo hissed through his smile. Omega raised his eyebrows and blinked slowly, tilting his head.
”Is that so?” Omega removed his hand from his chest, slowly wrapping his fingers around the pink, leather whip. Terzo’s smirk faded as he watched with wide eyes, yet no protest escaped his lips. Omega chuckled.
”No. Nonono,” Omega stood up, opening a drawer in his nightstand where a bottle of lube sat on top, “you think I am finished?”
Terzo furrowed his eyebrows, yet the confusion gave way to shock as Omega pulled out a pink ball gag and an object that was hidden behind a gray cloth. He knelt back down, unwrapping the object tantalizingly slow in front of Terzo, making direct eye contact as he now held a small metal sounding rod in front of Terzo.
”You know where this goes, don’t you, Papa?” Omega teased. Terzo stared wide eyed in shock, nodding, silent as a mouse.
”Forgive me for what I had said earlier. Now, this is your last chance.” Omega grabbed the ball gag in his other hand, twirling the sounding rod in his fingers, examining it as if he had never seen it before.
”Do you see a spot to cum through this? Because I don’t.”
Terzo shivered. He swallowed, his mouth dry, muscles tense. He remained quiet. 
“I’m being nice, amore,” Omega sighed dramatically, “this is your last chance to-“
”Don’t be a pussy, ghoul.” Terzo barked. Omega stared at him blankly, his mouth slowly closing. Terzo grinned. Omega had never seen someone look so confident, so defiant.
So bratty.
Omega grabbed his jaw, prying it open, Terzo’s squeak like music to his ears. He jammed the gag into his mouth, huffing angrily, pulling him by his hair to clip the gag to him. That confident look vanished from Terzo’s eyes, replaced with desperation, almost fear. A useless look, as Omega used the cloth that hid the sounding rod to blind the now whining man.
Terzo’s silence had transferred over to Omega. Terzo was whining, whimpering, squirming gently. Omega said nothing. His claws raked down his chest and down his stomach, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave faint red marks trailing down his skin. He could hear Terzo trying to speak through the gag, but if it were anything worth hearing, he would have said so during the chances Omega had so mercifully given him. That opportunity was over now.
Omega grabbed the sounding rod. He placed the tip of it on Terzo’s chest, making him flinch, dragging it down the middle of his torso. Licking the tip of his cock, Omega moved it all the way down, crawling up to meet his tongue, where the only sort of lube he decided to use being his own saliva. He licked it, held Terzo’s cock still, and began to insert it.
Terzo gasped. His back arched and he whined louder, tugging hard on his cuffs. Yet he remained there. Not still, but in place. His breath was rapid as the rod was fully inserted, creating a pressure inside of him that he only felt when he would orgasm. 
But, of course in Omega and his cruelty, that was not all. He grabbed the bar that Terzo’s ankles were strapped to, looping it around his head, squeezing Terzo’s thighs. His fingertips dug into the skin of his hips on one hand, the other reaching for one of the vibrator packs that was set next to Terzos waist. It was a small pink box with a dial, attached to it being bullet vibrators via a cord. That, too, Omega licked and spat on, and without any warning, he began pushing the bullets into Terzo.
Terzo’s thighs tensed and he whined behind the gag, jolting slightly in surprise. Too soon, as Omega had lubed himself, and began stuffing the vibrators deep inside of Terzo with his cock. Terzo gasped and arched his back, moaning, jerking his head side to side and tugging on the cuffs. 
Omega let out a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he entered his partner entirely. No. He tormented himself for a moment, forcing himself to pull out once he thrusted the vibrators against Terzo’s prostate a few times. 
“Not yet,” he mumbled under his breath, both to Terzo and himself. 
Another. This time, a wand. Pressed against his entrance, holding up his balls, Omega took a roll of medical tape he had stolen from the ministry's infirmary just for this special occasion they had been talking about for a few days. He taped the box of the bullet vibrators along with the wand to Terzo's thigh, unnecessarily digging it into his skin just to leave a reminder of how much of a slut Terzo was for begging for this. 
A physical reminder would not be necessary, though, for the shock that coursed through the bound man's body as Omega turned the vibrators on at once at full throttle would be burned in the back of Terzo's mind for a long time. 
“Mmph!” Was all Terzo could say. He could squirm and twitch, flail his thighs, but he was silent. He could not escape the feeling with the toys taped in place. 
Omega stared at his work, fangs poking into his lower lip as he grinned sadistically. But, oh, his work was not done yet. There was still another vibrator pack. 
“Hmm…” Omega thought aloud, trailing the plastic cover of the box across Terzo's stomach. “Where… Where…”
The bullets dragged behind, gliding up to his chest, circling his nipples. Terzo gasped through his already growing-frantic moans, puffing his chest out as if inviting Omega to torture it. So he did. He taped each bullet to either nipple, this time teasing the poor pope by gradually increasing the intensity until it was at max. 
“Filthy.” Omega grumbled, climbing off of the bed and admiring him. Terzo turned his head to the sound of Omega's voice, moans escaping in high pitched but quiet whines and whimpers.
“So filthy, in fact,” Omega walked around the bed, Terzo's attention following his footsteps, “it makes me want to go take a shower.”
“Mmph!?” Terzo cried. He shook his head. Omega chuckled. 
“Oh, yes. Right now.” Omega made it a point to open their shared clothing drawer loudly. Terzo whined and cried through his gag as Omega collected his clothes. 
“Shh, shh.” Omega returned to the side of the bed, startling Terzo as he touched his face to caress his cheek, makeup smeared with drool, “I'll only be gone for… 30 minutes. Oh, I sure hope you don't have to cum.”
Terzo gripped the chain of his hand cuffs, shaking his head desperately, his begging for Omega to stay unintelligible. His squeals grew louder with each distant footstep until a final cry of panic as the door to their shared bathroom shut and locked. 
Omega only smirked to himself as he listened to the gradual increase in volume of Terzo’s shrill, gagged cries. He'd think he was being murdered with those sounds if he didn't know any better. If it wasn't his own hands who set him up for this torture. 
Omega took his time, drying himself off, his content hums occasionally drowned out by particular high pitched wails. He didn't bother putting his clothes on. There would be no point, he would only discard them as he stepped back in the room to deliver more sensation to his toy for the evening. He gently stroked his throbbing length, closing his eyes, imagining the scenario of Terzo writhing there in the sheets, tear stricken and drool pooling around his cheeks. He played with himself briefly, just enough to bead up some precum, before opening the door. 
Terzos head jerked to the side, though he still couldn't see. Omega nearly stumbled at the sight; his makeup was nearly gone, cried off of his skin apart from some blotchy spots and his nose. Bruises circled his tense wrists from tugging on his cuffs, his knees twisted inwards, though the spreader bar forbade any relief for the suffering man. 
“Fuck.” Omega growled, slowly stepping towards Terzo, who whined and choked eagerly behind his gag. There was no telling what Omega would do to him, but for some reason he believed that Omega would have mercy on him. His thought was backed up with the evidence of Omega turning off and removing the vibrating wand between his legs, gently pulling out the vibrators stuffed in his ass that tormented his prostate to a mind numbing level. He sighed, though the bullets on his nipples continued to make him jerk and shiver. But, mercy did not mean that it would all be over. 
Terzos delusion was shattered, losing all sense of mercy as the bullets were reattached to his still stuffed cock, just below his tip. He shrieked, bucked his hips and wailed loudly, groaning with no time to react when Omega stuffed a heart shaped plug inside him. 
Saliva trailed off of his lips and tongue as Omega removed the gag. In his typical fashion, Omega refused him any time to speak before his cock was jammed between his lips, only replacing the gag, except this time his vocal cords were restrained. His cock penetrated so far down his throat, the only sounds Terzo could produce being a strained, quiet hum, further stimulating the ghoul who fucked his throat so harshly. And, despite his suffering, Terzo did his best work for his love. 
Omega didn't finish. The mercy he refused to show the rest of Terzos sweat-coated body he showed to his throat as he slowly pulled out as to not seriously hurt him. Omega let his cock slap against his face a few times before climbing on the bed, straddling Terzo, ignoring his now ungagged babbles and begs for nothing in particular. Still blindfolded, he could only sob to the feeling of his legs being lifted, hooked around Omega's body, while the sounding rod and vibrators were finally removed from his throbbing, red cock. 
Startling him, Omega ripped the vibrators off of him as his mouth descended to his chest, biting and sucking, growling sadistic threats through gritted teeth each brief moment he pulled away. Threats to knock the poor man out with his cock alone, pounding him beyond repair. These threats were not empty, as he was already hastily lining himself up, grinding against him, hands now grabbing at his waist as he carefully yet quickly pushed inside.
Terzo wailed. His back arched off the bed, blindfold refusing to give him any idea of what the ghoul had planned for him. His entrance was stretched, Omega only going in slow enough as to not tear him from impact, prostrate still throbbing and stimulated from the vibrators before. Omega wasted no time to begin pounding, their skin slapping together, the sound drowned up by Terzo's crazed, desperate moans and the sound of the chain clinking against the bed frame. 
Terzo was losing his mind. He was seeing stars at this point, overstimulated to all hell. Light reflected off of the sweat beading up on his body, soaking the sheets beneath him, cock leaking precum. Naturally, after everything he had gone through, it was impossible for him to last. He could feel it throbbing in his balls, gurgling up, sending waves of intense pleasure up his spine that made him twitch until his eventual, hard release. His hips flew up, seed shooting out of him, some strings landing in his wide open mouth as he screamed Omega's name.
“Feeling too fucking good? Can't fucking wait for me?” Omega hissed. 
“Sí!” Terzo shouted, fucked so stupid he forgot how to speak English. 
“I'm gonna fucking breed you. Do you want to carry my kits? Do you?” Omega threatened, gripping his hips firmly. 
“Sí, sí, sí!” 
Omega was not far behind Terzo's orgasm. He pounded faster, grunting, nails digging into Terzo's back and belly, the latter constantly inflating and deflating with a bulge as his cock pumped in and out of him. In and out, in and out, all the way to the tip and slamming back in up to his balls. with a final, forceful thrust, he finished deep inside his mate with a harsh growl, making the bound man sob and jolt. 
Apart from Terzos sobs, they were silent and still once Omega finished. Omega huffed through clenched teeth, looking down at the dripping mess he made of his partner and the bed, covered in both of their cum. His eyes trailed up his abused body, claw marks and hickeys leading up to his still blinded eyes, his eyebrow muscles turning upright as his lip quivered. Omega tilted his head as he ever so gently pulled out, a flood of cum flowing after. Gently undoing Terzo's blindfold, Omega hummed in both satisfaction and concern at the look in Terzo's eyes. Glossy and fearful, but just the way Terzo had begged him to make him feel hours before. Omega smiled first, his grin contagious, forcing Terzo's lips to curl upwards. 
“Are you okay?” Omega asked softly, wiping drool from Terzo's face. Terzo nodded. 
“Sí… Sí… Yes…” he murmured. Omega reached up, unclipping his hand cuffs, kissing every claw mark and hickey as he moved down his body to release him from the spreader between his feet. Terzo peeled himself off the bed, body still shaking. 
“Come here,” Omega was speaking with such gentleness now, scooping Terzo up and sitting him down on a chair, “these sheets need to be cleaned.”
Terzo giggled, his voice raspy from all of his screaming. Omega tore off the sheets from the bed, tossing them in the laundry basket before putting his boxers back on. Then, he picked out a pair of pretty black panties, decorated with hearts and presented them to Terzo, as well as some comfy pajamas. Terzo blushed and took the clothing, getting himself dressed as Omega replaced the sheets and blanket on the bed. 
“You're sure I did not hurt you?” Omega asked, picking the tiny man up again and holding him. Terzo shook his head, exhausted. 
“You always fuck me perfect, amore… you never hurt me.” Terzo kissed Omega's cheek. Omega nuzzled his nose in the crook of his neck, kissing repeatedly, making Terzo giggle and try to push him away. When he did, Terzo gave the ghoul a shit eating grin. 
“What was that you said about ‘kits’?”
Omega blushed. 
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osiiiris · 1 year ago
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The thing that should not be [Terzomega One Shot]
I finally made it with a Terzo/Ghoul. What’s your opinion on POV fics? I used to write a lot of it in my past fandoms but here I see rarely this kind of fics. Thank you @van-goghs-smoking-skull for your help 🌹
Genre: slash, explicit, oral sex, sex, Terzo POV, young Terzo, sub Terzo, dom Omega, first time with Omega/a Ghoul.
Pairing: Terzo x Ghoul (Omega)
Rating: Nc17 (explicit but not properly smut)
Words: 2.943
Summary: Terzo is the 20 year old last heir of Papa Nihil and he’s definitely not having fun at his father’s birthday party. Luckily, a big Ghoul is around to save the night…
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The first time we met, the big Ghoul and I, was in the hallways of the Ministry, shortly after the new summoning, but there was nothing more than a few distracted glances. I had seen him walking along with the other Ghouls, standing out for his size; their black robes covered every inch of their bodies, including their faces, making them look like nothing more than disturbing moving shadows.
The last time was a few days ago, and besides the looks, there was also the insolence of a mouth that was too big and too dirty to keep a few of their thoughts to themselves. 
It had been a coincidence that I happened to be passing by just in time to hear my name, followed by a somewhat ungentlemanly "I'm surprised none of us has fucked him yet."
The reply was even less gentle, “Just give me some time and my cock will end up deep in that throat.”
It must have been a group of Ghouls, judging by the voices, but from the cloister colonnade, I couldn't see them. A few more steps, and they were all there, gathered, chatting among themselves, some smoking with the cigarette passing under their masks. It was hard to tell who had spoken, but one of them, the tallest and most recognizable of the group, had stared at me a bit too interested while still laughing at what was said, even though it was impossible to imagine his expression under the mask.
I had noted that tone, knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.
Birthday parties are all dramatically the same and all equally boring, especially when it's your father's birthday. Or at least, I'm just in a phase of chronic dissatisfaction, as Copia would say.
Suddenly, a nearby, deep and familiar voice draws me to a small sofa that I only see from the back.
"...and so you're going on tour."
There is a girl with him, but I can't understand what they're talking about. I only catch a few phrases about music, and as I drink, I move a little closer. Just out of curiosity.
"Yes, in a few weeks." I hear him say, almost disinterested. 
"And is there a chance you'll take me in your suitcase?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'd fit."
I almost want to laugh and clench the straw between my lips. I'd like to see the girl's face, but I only see her leave, probably after trying to hide her disappointment with all the self-control that a rejected woman can muster.
"You really know how to disappoint a woman." I say out of honesty, because I would have expected anything from him except for him to turn down someone like her.
He shrugs, not even surprised to see me there.
"If I listened to all those who flirt with me, I'd probably have little monsters scattered all over the world, which has probably already happened."
I raise an eyebrow, feeling my head a bit heavy for the few drinks I had. For now, it's still a nice feeling, but I've never been able to stop in time to leave it that way. Somehow, it's as if I need to create a balance just for the sake of destroying it with my own hands.
"I understand."
"Do you?"
I shrug, while I feel him watching my lips tighten around the straw.
I hear Sister Imperator calling me, and we both turn to her. "I think I have to go."
"You'll stay here, later?" That isn't really a question. It's an invitation, if not an order, and I quickly decide that I really like his orders tonight. "I'll make up for that incident in the cloister."
"See you later, then." I tell him as I boldly clench the straw of a now-empty cocktail between my teeth and move toward who I have always called mother.
After a night spent watching the others participate in the party, drinking and staring at the tips of my shoes as if in a catechism lesson, even the prospect of starting a conversation with Primo about his passion for succulents would seem interesting to me. Fortunately, my first brother doesn't have enough time to waste on me, so Copia approaches me, a cigarette between his lips and the rest of the pack still in his hand.
"Want something to drink?" he yells in my ear, as if the loud music gives him the right to think I've gone deaf.
"Do I look like someone who needs a drink?"
He nods convincingly. "Absolutely!"
"Then I'll go get it myself, at least it'll get me moving a bit. It's a real pain in the ass here."
"I haven’t seen you having fun lately!" He rolls his eyes before muttering something to himself, probably about what a creepy presence I am in his life. I hope that with alcohol around there's some action at least.
There isn't, or at least I don't get to know about it, as someone far more interesting than a drink blocks my way.
"Are you having fun?" 
The first time we saw each other, I must have had a really strange expression. It must have been at least five years ago and it was the first time I ever saw a real demon so close, but he hasn't changed at all, and I'm almost curious to know how he sees me now. Not that I expect him to understand concepts like age and physical change.
"Yes, yes."
"Shall we find a quieter spot, what do you think?"
I don't have the clarity to say no, and with a bit of luck, maybe I won't even remember it later.
I've seen him drink continuously during the party, but he seems as clear-headed as if what he's been drinking was fresh water. Either he holds his liquor well, or he knows how to mask it. Or maybe he's not a twenty-year-old jerk who collapses like an idiot after the third glass and makes a spectacle of his worst self.
I nod with a head that's a bit too heavy, then gesture for him to lead the way, only to stop him soon after.
"Wait a moment." I tell him, and I move away, looking for Copia.
When I find him, I only whisper, "Don't look for me… I'll be back in a while." making sure no one else overhears. He looks at me as if to say 'don't mess things up' - the way I have noticed everybody has started to look at me lately, as if they were ready to bet on me causing new trouble every step I take - and then reluctantly nods. I bite my lip, and the Ghoul takes his time to scrutinize me from head to toe as I approach him again.
When I don't want to feel utterly miserable, I seek refuge in Copia's reassurance. I revert to feeling at least ten years younger, shedding the darkness that has accumulated in recent years, especially when the hassle of being the last Papa's heir began to manifest. You need to start building your reputation very early, and I'm not exactly inclined to miss the fun of my youth for something that will likely happen in twenty or thirty years from now.
In all probability, later tonight or tomorrow I'll rest my head on Copia's shoulder, having him telling me that I'm a dickhead but that's ok, that the way to equanimity is a long and hard one, and I'll believe him.
The Ghoul raises a champagne bottle toward me, then hands me a glass as we sit on the secluded couches.
"To make it up to you." he explains, filling my glass like a seasoned gentleman. There's nothing to make up for, I'd tell him if I had the necessary courage, if you want, I can blow you right here.
We spend some time with a few words and many glasses that empty too easily, my stomach flaring up unsure if for the alcohol or who knows what else.
As I drink, I dare to throw a few interested glances at him, running my eyes up and down his frame, catching any relevant detail, even if it's hard to find them in a figure so covered up like his. The rings on his fingers, the shape of his shoulders, how he tilts his head when laughing… Anything can help me understand why him. And he does the same.
He talks about what he does, the music he likes to play, and worlds I've never seen.
Maybe I'll take you there. It always seems like he's about to say. Maybe we'll just stay there. Or maybe it's just me who wants to hear it from him.
I listen to him, barely hearing his deep voice, muffled by the mask he wears, and the party becomes just a confused cloud of lights and distant voices.
The mask is a testament to his past, his condition as a demon bent to the laws of a world not his own. Esoteric symbols stand out on his uniform; I focus on one of them, Omega. I decide on the spot to call him that from now on, aware that in the absence of an identity, everyone must have given him a different name.
How important it is for us humans to name everything. Perhaps that's our problem.
Omega, a guest who can't stay in his place and also the only one who manages to distract me.
We find ourselves drinking straight from the bottle, and I understand less than half of the things he tells me, but it seems to be okay with him. However, I can feel his hands lightly touching me while talking, so discreet that it surprises me. His are distracted caresses barely hinted at, words that say without saying, and I, who speak that language, immediately think of making it clear to him.
"Let's go to the bathroom?"
And I don't know if it's me or him who says it, but the fact is I get up, and he follows me.
Once inside, I let out a deep sigh that actually has nothing of the malice it seems. My ears already relax due to the newfound silence.
"I have to say you saved me from a boring night."
"You too."
I look at him through the mirror, and he does the same, at a comfortable distance from me.
"Really? Wasn't there anything more valuable than my company?"
He shrugs, then approaches, casting a glance at the door.
"It depends on how the evening might end..." he says with a very calm tone, getting closer until he's right behind me, but he doesn't touch me.
I almost want to laugh, but I let it stay just a little smile and I leave him there to enter one of the cabins and wait.
It doesn't take long before he follows me. He tries to enter, but he holds himself against the doorframe and dares to stretch only his head.
"Is there room for me too?"
I look away, tilting my head and shrugging, leaving it up to him to find out. And he does.
Perhaps my Ghoul doesn't like to give empty words, so he strokes my neck in a way I already know, and there's no need to even apply pressure for me to slowly slide down the wall to end up on my knees in front of him, putting into practice what he has fantasized about with his friends.
Too bad that this time there are no witnesses to prove how true to his word he is.
When he takes it out, I reluctantly admit that what they say about the Ghouls is indeed true. Me, a mere human, must accept and accommodate Mother Nature's wishes.
While I admire him, an involuntary "damn" escapes me, to which he responds with an avoidable "seems so.", but I decide to smile anyway. And then I begin.
I partly watch him and partly keep my eyes closed, relishing the weary satisfaction that comes from having the power to grip a man - human or not, as they apparently work the same - just by slipping into his underwear.
At some point, he stops me, and I understand that he wants to get serious; I stand up, and he immediately seizes my hips with those huge, hot hands. I've always thought of myself as not being a good catch for a woman, let alone a man, from this perspective... I have slender hands and long fingers, which I happen to know many appreciate, but they are minuscule in comparison to his; he probably doesn't even feel my touch.
From the way he's gripping me, it really seems like my entire body can fit completely between his hands.
He turns me around with expertise, and I let him.
I have too many thoughts in my head to properly think about how to move for him. Thoughts that I really shouldn't have in a situation like this, but I also know that this thing won't empty me at all; rather, it will fill my head even more than it already is.
As I gasp against the icy wall, I feel his face in my hair and his breath on my neck, escaping the mask he still has on.
"I like it like this."
Me too, sometimes.
I want to think about what a better person I could be, but instead, I let myself get screwed in a restroom by a Ghoul without saying a word, looking at the white tiles faintly mirroring my panting face while I moan and bite on the sleeve of my habit that still covers me, but not enough to grant me a decency I never really had. He has already said enough about me, and I remained silent even then. Maybe I deserved it. Sure I do.
When he thrusts, I feel it perfectly, almost too much. I feel it so much that I open my eyes wide and gasp, scratch the wall, and stiffen in a way that must amuse him. He grins in my hair and doesn't stop. Thank you.
At this point, I don't even know if this is actually his way to make amends, or if he has forgotten it along with the tenth glass he downed and changed his plans in the meantime.
In the following minutes, there are no words, and I'm grateful for that. I don't understand where one can find the strength to talk in a moment like this, when all you feel is your skin burning with flames that are only yours, and every breath seems like it's never enough.
Then it's just a warm breath on the skin, and what seems like a caress on my hips that now belong to him. At least for a while. Then I can't help but bend over in a way he doesn't seem to appreciate, or maybe he only takes it as a chance to pull my hair and tilt my head back, almost resting it on his shoulder, before pressing my chest back against the wall.
That's how I come, with one hand around my throat and the other resting on my hip, feeling my legs tremble and losing their strength as his thrusts get faster and stronger; I slide my tongue on my lip, hungrily savoring what's left of his flavor and all I can think of is how proud Asmodeus must be of me, while I ignore all the Clergy’s advice by letting those last drops of pleasure shake me and the voice dies in my throat in that last groan, while everything seems to turn white for a couple of seconds.
He holds me, saying nothing, with his huge hand holding himself on the wall, near my head, and the other firmly on my chest, pressing my back against him, and I can't say if that's a caring gesture or he just doesn't want me to fall on his feet.
I take my pack of Marlboros from my pants, which I've just put on, covered by my cassock, with hands still trembling a bit.
"Wanna smoke?" I ask, offering him one while I already have one between my lips.
"Nah." he mutters, as he gets dressed as well, as far as pulling up the zipper of his pants can mean "getting dressed."
I lean against the wall while he takes his time to straighten every fold in his Ghoul uniform, and I have strange thoughts.
"I was thinking about where we shouldn't be."
"Oh, yeah?" he asks, not at all impressed.
"What we shouldn't have done..."
Encounters between humans and hellish creatures are not forbidden, but highly discouraged. Nobody can say what the true intentions of an entity born and raised in Hell may be, and it's always dangerous to form that kind of bond with subordinates, especially ones who don't feel feelings in the same way as humans. It is something to play with carefully.
"I only think about what we shouldn't be and we'll never be, so don't get ahead of yourself."
I shrug, also unimpressed. The cigarette is still unlit, and I don't think I'll smoke it.
"So disappointing is really your specialty." I joke, approaching him in this bathroom that now seems too big. I offer it to him, and he looks at it a bit strangely. "But keep this one." I tell him, and I like to think he's smiling under the mask. The fact is that he accepts it.
You keep it, so next time, I'll come back to get it. 
And we'll smoke it together.
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ghuleh-recs · 1 year ago
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every day this month I'm going to recommend a different spooky ghost fic! today's rec is:
My Husband is Now Bones - @ramblingoak - 7.4k, E
Omega’s plan was simple: 1. Escape Hell 2. Grab Terzo’s Body 3. ???? 4. Happily Ever After
𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!
(browse the other rectober posts here.)
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mintea-in-space · 8 months ago
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The Rumble That’s Calling Masterpost:
Resurrection Terzo AU
Summary: A ghoul summoning goes wrong in the strangest way. Now, this ghoul has to deal with others acting odd around him. With no real memories of his own, how can he live in a place where everyone seems to have so many memories of him?
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Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Chapters will be added as I go along!
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rattleroze · 2 years ago
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Mushy May Day 2 -- Crush
Omega has the privilege of being unknown by the majority of the current band ghouls, who are almost all varying degrees of new. Unfortunately, there’s one who knows him better than anyone, and can seemingly smell feelings on him from a dozen yards.
It’s Mushy May! I’m excited to tackle some of these prompts and write some real gooshy stuff -- thanks to @forlorn-crows for compiling everything!
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ofthemorningstars · 1 month ago
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Movie Night (kabukiaku AU)
TerzoMega ~ Smut below the cut
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Based on the character depictions of Terzo and Omega that have been lovingly crafted by @kabukiaku , thank you so much for allowing me to create something based off of your characters, and for giving me guidance and insight along the way! They truly are so special to me, and writing them has been such a fun process!
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Omega is ready for date night with Terzo. Or is he?
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Omega fidgeted in front of the door to Terzo’s chambers. He scanned his surroundings, making sure he hadn’t been spotted. Clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand a little tighter, he steeled himself and made his first tentative knock, wondering idly when the butterflies would still. Deep down, he knew they wouldn’t. 
Terzo wasted no time in answering, greeting him with a dazzling smile. Omega’s stomach did a backflip. 
“Ciao bello,” Terzo greeted him warmly, taking a moment to look him up and down. “Aren’t you looking dashing tonight,” he assessed, approving of Omega’s powder pink sweater vest and dark grey slacks.  Terzo stood on his toes expectantly, Omega leaning down to allow a kiss to the cold metal cheek of his mask.
“Come in, come in. Put your things down,” Terzo said, ushering him inside and taking the flowers with a playful bow. Omega obliged, setting his bag by the door. He’d needed to stop by his own chambers before their date; even though he practically lived at Terzo’s at this point, he had needed to refresh his ever-growing wardrobe that was accumulating in Terzo’s closet. Omega shuffled his feet, waiting awkwardly for Terzo to come back with a vase. Omega still needed him to take the lead, even after all this time. After a moment Terzo returned, carefully arranging the flowers before taking his hand and drawing him to the sitting room.
“Sit, sit. Make yourself comfortable,” Terzo instructed, letting his hand slide up Omega’s arm, lingering at his shoulder for a moment. Omega did as he was told, settling down at one end of Terzo’s plush purple suede sofa, propping himself up on an armrest. He watched as Terzo fussed with his beloved Stella, the antique projector that was his most prized possession; tonight was movie night. When he had selected a film and successfully set everything up, he beamed at Omega before shutting off the lights.
“You’re in for a treat tonight, my darling ghoul,” Terzo said as he took his seat at the other end of the sofa, curling his legs up under himself. “We’re watching The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. A true piece of cinema history. I think that you will love it.”
Omega felt himself begin to relax more as the images flickered before him. He wondered why date nights always set his heart to fluttering; for all intents and purposes, they lived together, after all. But there was just… something about the formal nature of calling it a date. It was something that Omega had never really done before, not until he met Terzo. Terzo was different. He was special. He made Omega want to step outside of his comfort zone. To learn.
Terzo drifted closer and closer as the film progressed, spouting facts about the movie and its production all the while, and when his head finally came to rest on Omega’s shoulder, it was a welcome relief. Omega wrapped his arm around Terzo’s much smaller frame and pulled him snugly against his body. Terzo let out a little sigh.
When the film was over, they sat in silence for a few long moments, content in each others arms.
“So, what did you think, amore?” Terzo asked, running a hand across Omega’s chest. Omega was grateful that the growing blush across his cheeks was concealed behind his mask. He swallowed hard before clearing his throat. 
“I enjoyed it. I felt like the themes were very reflective of the time it was made in, yet still timeless.” He really had been listening intently to Terzo’s impromptu lesson. He always did, and he wanted to affirm to Terzo that he hadn’t been just talking to himself. “I can see many similarities to the more modern-day films you’ve shown me. It must have been very influential.”
Terzo looked pleased, rewarding Omega with a peck on the forehead of his mask as he went to stand up. “My my, you are such a quick learner, mia ombra.” Omega grinned.
They ended the night as they often did, with Terzo’s favorite, Metropolis. This time when Terzo returned to the sofa, he resumed his previous position, nestling firmly into Omega’s side. Omega hummed, content. Throughout the movie Omega found himself stealing longing glances at the human tucked beneath his arm, lost in the comfort of his warmth and weight and hanging on his every word as he continued to talk about what they were watching. He was enraptured. Omega would happily watch this film every night for the rest of his life if it meant that he got to hear this passion in Terzo’s voice. The film ended too soon, as always, and again they sat together in the quiet darkness.
Terzo turned to nuzzle his face into Omega’s chest, inhaling deeply, breathing in his scent, his hands beginning to wander. When Terzo’s fingers teased their way under the hem of Omega’s shirt and began sliding up his stomach, Omega’s breath hitched. 
“Grazie, mio caro. I know you have seen that one many times. It is just the perfect way to end a date, don’t you agree?” Terzo said, looking up at Omega through lowered lashes.
“Y-yes. It’s, uh… It’s an excellent portrayal of class divide. Really speaks to those at the bottom. To searching for a better tomorrow…” Omega stammered before trailing off as Terzo’s hand grazed his pecks. His face was getting hot. 
“Mmm, you are such a good listener.” Terzo craned his face up to place a kiss to Omega’s neck, then another, trailing his way up to the edge of Omega’s mask. He climbed onto Omega’s lap, tongue snaking out to take a lick up Omega’s thoat. Omega let his head fall back as Terzo began to move his hips, gently grinding down on him. Omega felt himself stir, repressed excitement that had built up all throughout the night bubbling to the surface.
Terzo’s hands resumed their explorations under Omega’s shirt before going to lift it from the bottom. Terzo’s eyes met his questioningly, asking for permission. Unable to find his voice, Omega nodded enthusiastically. Terzo’s answering smile made Omega’s heart skip a beat. Terzo removed Omega’s sweater vest and shirt in one go, being careful not to displace his mask when lifting it over his head. Omega sighed as the growing heat that had been trapped began to dissipate. Terzo’s hands greedily roamed the now-freed flesh, making stops along the way to tease, to tangle in the soft white hair he found there. His mouth reversed its course back down Omega’s neck, trailing licks and soft kisses down his chest. Terzo’s tongue swirled around a nipple and Omega tried and failed to bite back a moan, his breath echoing harshly in his mask. Terzo released him with a gentle smacking sound, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 
 “Would you like one more show before the night is over?” Terzo purred. Omega nodded, unsure of what Terzo was planning but eager to find out.
Terzo rose to his feet, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he fixed Omega with a sultry stare. Terzo was close enough that their knees touched. He shrugged the garment from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His hands trailed down his own chest now, his stomach, teasing just under the waist of his pants. Terzo undid his belt, then his trousers, revealing a pair of black lace panties, the fabric straining against his erection. Those he took his time with, sensually sliding them inch by painful inch down long, shapely legs. By the time Terzo stood naked before him, save for his socks and garters, Omega’s own pants were painfully tight. Omega shifted in his seat, hands itching to touch but keeping patiently to themselves.
Terzo guided Omega into lying down on his back, fitting as much of his tall frame as he could on the sofa. Terzo straddled him, moving to undo Omega’s belt. He shimmied Omega’s pants down his hips, leaving his underwear on. Terzo cupped and rubbed Omega through the thin fabric, lingering at the growing wet spot sticking to Omega’s skin. Omega whimpered, hands drifting up above his head.
“Si. Mio amato monstro, always such a good listener,” Terzo cooed at Omega, leaning down to place a kiss where his mouth would be. Omega wished he’d taken off his mask, wished that he could kiss Terzo back, but with the way Terzo’s hand felt on him, he couldn’t have found the strength to remove it if he tried. Terzo began to move his hips rhythmically, his precum-wet cock gliding across the fabric of Omega’s underwear. Omega groaned.
Terzo’s hands teased beneath Omega’s waistband before dipping down below, pulling him free. Omega winced a little at the contact, overstimulated from the previous friction through the cloth. Terzo began stroking him with one hand, cradling his balls with the other. He bent down to run his tongue up Omega’s shaft, stopping to suck gently on his tip. Terzo touched himself, too excited by the noises Omega was making to wait. He fit as much of Omega as he could into his mouth and began to bob, Omega writhing beneath him. The room was beginning to spin.
Terzo pulled away to catch his breath, sitting up and leaning back on a palm, resuming pumping himself, his mismatched eyes boring into Omega. 
“You like what you see, amore?” Terzo said with a chuckle as a fresh drip of precum slowly trailed its way to Omega’s stomach. Indeed, he quite enjoyed what he saw. He must be a sight himself, he thought, sweaty and flushed and foggy as he was now.
Terzo leaned forward, rubbing their cocks together, and began to grind. One of Terzo’s hands found Omega’s above his head, fingers twining together. Omega’s free hand slid up Terzo’s thigh until it found its place on Terzo’s ample ass, squeezing firmly. Terzo’s mouth once more found a nipple and Omega threw his head back with an unrestrained moan. Terzo began caressing Omega’s chest, his belly, his hip, before reaching down to rub his inner thigh. Whimpering pitifully, Omega tangled his fingers in Terzo’s hair. His tail wound its way around Terzo's leg, needy. He wanted so badly to pull Terzo’s face down to meet his for a kiss, again cursing his lack of forethought.
When Terzo began to ride him faster, Omega let his arm fall uselessly to the sofa, fighting hard not to tear into the fabric with his claws. Terzo licked the side of Omega’s mask before nipping at his ear, his breath harsh against Omega’s skin.
“Omega…” Terzo whispered to him. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name when you cum.”
Omega gritted his teeth, fighting with all of his strength not to finish on the spot. He began to move his hips in time with Terzo’s almost involuntarily, bucking hard when Terzo’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Fingernails scratched down Omega’s chest, stinging sweetly. Terzo released his bite to softly moan Omega’s name in his ear, over and over.
“Terzo!” Omega came with a cry, back arching, body trembling. Terzo gave a few more frantic thrusts before following behind, sighing beautifully. 
As Terzo fell to Omega’s heaving chest, Omega heard his own heart pounding wildly in his ears. They lay there in a heap together, a mess of tangled limbs, tail still clinging tightly. Omega rubbed soothing circles into Terzo’s back, although trying to steady himself more than his little human partner. When he had gathered the strength to do so, he lifted a shaking hand to his mask, taking it off with a sigh of relief before gently setting it down on the floor. He coaxed Terzo into lifting his head, finally pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. Terzo’s tongue licked up into his mouth, and Omega couldn’t help but smile.
“Mmm,” Terzo hummed, before letting out a small yawn. “Do you think we should go to bed now?” He looked dreamily sated.
Omega nodded, stretching languidly and becoming aware of how sticky his stomach was with both of their release. “Maybe a shower first, tesoro.”
“An excellent idea, my darling” Terzo said, cringing as he pried their bodies apart. He extended a hand to Omega after he’d made it to his feet, an offering Omega gladly took. His knees felt weak as he stripped his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, leaving them where they fell as they headed hand in hand toward the ensuite.
While they waited for the water to heat up, Terzo pulled him down for a kiss, soft at first, but quickly building. As they broke away to catch their breath, Terzo met his gaze, a hand finding its way to the back of Omega’s neck. 
Terzo smirked up at him, mischief in his eyes. “Maybe we have time for an encore, no?”
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everest-is-dead-now · 2 months ago
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Beer Bottle — Terzomega drabble
1.1k words
Terzo shows up only two hours before a ritual, asking Omega for help.
this is FLUFF, no smut. just a comfort piece between two lovers bc starting up school again has been stressful<3 now ik this damn website demands smut, so in exchange for that appeal, i offer you my art. (more images under the cut)
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“What did you get yourself into?”
Terzo shifted, wrapping his unbuttoned shirt that was falling around his shoulders tighter around his arms. He reached up and played with his grucifix, fiddling at the black cross with his fingers.
“I said no questions,” Terzo responded, flicking his eyes away from Omega’s intense stare. He pressed the grucifix against his lips, nibbling on it subconsciously.
Omega took a step back. He just had healed a cut on Terzo’s shoulder, turning it from a nasty gash to nothing but a faint scar, one that would certainly disappear within the week. Omega frowned, studying his face. “You’ll have to redo your paint soon.”
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“Can you do it? It is faster when it is someone else.”
“I can’t do it, I’m not your makeup artist.”
“Oh, how hard is it, eh?” Terzo said, frustrated. “It is just a fucking skull!”
Omega crossed his arms, ignoring the outburst. “Tell me what happened last night.”
Terzo sighed. He was sitting on a bathroom counter at the back of a concert venue, only two hours before they were set to perform. He had approached Omega—careful to sneak past the crew and other ghouls—who immediately overreacted upon seeing him. All Terzo had wanted was for him to heal his wound, but Omega clearly had other ideas.
“Nothing.”
Omega, ever patient, put his hands on Terzo’s shoulders. “Why the hell did you come here looking like this?”
“Err… I overslept.”
Omega’s glare was intense, intimidating. Terzo shrunk under his imposing presence. Questioning, accusing.
“Tell me. Please, Terzo,” Omega said firmly. He cupped his face with his hand, gently brushing his cheek with his thumb.
Terzo could not hold it in anymore. His lips twisted down, parting slightly, a short cry slipping out of him. He covered his face, shoulders shaking, and began to weep.
“Oh— Fuck—“ Terzo sobbed. “No— Dammit, Omega…”
At once he was met with arms around him, with a gentle hand running through his hair, with tender coos and whispers, with back scratches.
“My tersoro.” Omega kissed his head. “It’s okay. Deep breaths, now.”
Terzo squeezed his eyes shut tightly, willing the tears to cease flowing. He took in one long breath after another. Focusing on inhaling, exhaling. The way his chest rose and made their embrace tighter, the way it collapsed and made them closer. Omega’s warmth was a great comfort after the night’s ordeal.
Terzo pulled away, turning to the mirror behind him.
“Satanas, now I really need to fix my face,” he half laughed, half sobbed, sucking in a quick breath.
Omega grabbed his chin and coaxed him into facing him. “Don’t worry about that; Talk to me.”
Terzo looked away shamefully. “I may have partied a little too hard.”
Omega tilted his head. “That’s not it.”
Terzo held out his hands, exasperated. “That is why I am hungover.”
“You were in a fight.”
“Yes, with the beer bottle of a bastard who could not take a joke,” Terzo scoffed, rubbing his shoulder.
“What?”
Terzo could practically see the flames in Omega’s eyes.
“Oh, come on, Omega, I made it out alive, did I not?”
“Why didn’t you take me with you?”
“You would have stood over my shoulder all night.”
Omega growled lowly. “Then no one would’ve hurt you.”
“Exactly!” Terzo furiously wiped his eyes. “You make sure I behave, keep me out of fights, and make me ready for the Ritual today.”
Omega searched his eyes, darting back and forth, confused. Terzo turned away.
“You… You wanted to get in a fight?”
“No.” Terzo’s voice cracked. “I mean— fuck, I do not know, Omega. I wanted to have fun.”
“You wanted to hurt.”
Another tear slipped from his eye. “Is that so surprising?”
“Terzo,” Omega said gravely. “What’s wrong?”
Terzo broke again, hunching his shoulders as a stream of whispered sobs escaped him. “It is so much.”
“What is?”
Terzo shook his head. “I cannot handle this.”
“Terzo—“
“I wanted to do good things for the Ministry,” Terzo’s lips pressed together as he suppressed a sob. He took a shuddering breath. “I wanted to spread our message farther than anyone before me. But I do not get power, stella. I get to put on a costume and dance like a puppet.”
“Oh, tersoro…” Omega took him in his arms again.
“But still, I must do so much…” Terzo’s voice quivered. “I cannot change anything, but I must perform. It is a cruel life.”
“So you go out to get yourself fucked up?”
Terzo sniffed, wailed. “I do not know, Omega! I have no control over my life!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Omega soothed, scratching his scalp. “Just let it out.”
They were still for a long while as Terzo wept. Nothing but the harsh sound of his cries and the dull hum of the venue slowly filling up.
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Then, a knock at the bathroom door. Terzo flinched, startled, staring at Omega in fear.
“It’s okay, it’s just Alpha,” Omega reassured him, crossing the room to the door. He only opened it a few inches, taking a bag from Alpha. Terzo heard vague murmurs exchanged between them, but in the echoing bathroom, he could not quite make out their words.
“Thanks.”
Omega shut and locked the door again, returning to Terzo. He set the bag next to him on the counter and took out a cloth, wetting it in the sink.
“I’m gonna clean your face,” Omega said. Terzo shut his eyes and nodded.
The soft cloth pressed against his face, warm water gracing his cheek. Omega gingerly dabbed at his makeup, revealing the man beneath. Exhausted. Puffy. Eyes red.
“I love you, Terzo,” Omega said, leaning in to kiss him. When he pulled away, he moved the cloth to wipe away his lips.
“I love you too, stella.”
“I don’t want you to keep doing this. Come to me when you’re hurting, okay?”
Terzo sighed. “It is not so easy.”
“Then don’t leave my side.” Omega gave him a chaste kiss. “I know it feels like the world is crushing you. You know how to help that?”
“How?”
“You get somebody to hold the world with you.”
Terzo smiled. “And I suppose you volunteer?”
Omega chuckled. “Of course I do. You aren’t alone.”
This time, Terzo leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Omega tightly. “Ti amo,” he whispered between kisses. “Ti amo, stella.”
Omega cradled his face in his hands.
“You’re handsome without your makeup,” he grinned.
“That is enough of that,” Terzo shook his head, unable to stop himself from smiling. He looked in the bag Alpha had brought; it was a makeup bag.
“Will you be okay to perform tonight?”
“With all this phlegm in my throat?” Terzo coughed for effect. “Yes, I will be okay. But I expect your company after the show.”
“Anything for my Papa.”
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puuuders · 3 months ago
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Paranoia
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Terzo is physically weak after laying in a coffin for 6 years. Omega takes care of him after his resurrection.
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I've never written a fanfic before so this shit sucks but it gets that idea out of my stupid brain at least
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Content warning: It's not NSFW but it does talk about nudity and sex jokes. Also describes stitches and scars. Not for minors.
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“You don't have to babysit me, you know.”
Terzo spoke playfully, yet there was an undeniable undertone of concern behind his words. 
“I've already showered once. Do not worry. My muscles are fine."
“Still,” Omega scoffed as he closed the bathroom door behind him, “I don't trust that. 6 years of… not moving, and you are fine? Bullshit. Why is it that you are using a cane for support, and taking physical therapy if you are fine?”
Terzo didn't have a response. He simply let out a single breathy laugh as he leaned against the counter. After a few moments, he spoke again with a grin. 
“If you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked."
Omega chose to ignore his comment. Now was not the time. Omega wrapped his clawed fingers around Terzo's black cane, slowly pulling it away while keeping a watchful eye on Terzo. Terzo stood still, attempting to appear as if he could support himself just fine, but soon stumbled forward with a surprised huff. He was caught by his ghoul, who dropped the cane to the ground to catch him. 
“Uh-huh, that's what I thought.” Omega sighed, though he couldn't help but feel a bit cocky about it. He gestured to a stool in the corner. 
“Sit down.”
Terzo mumbled to himself as he sat down on the small, blue cushioned stool that was there for the shorter ghouls to reach the cupboards above the sink. Omega positioned himself in front of the shorter man. He froze for a moment, looking down at him anxiously. 
“I need to… take your clothes off now.” Omega murmured.
Terzo raised an eyebrow. 
“Okay?”
Omega narrowed his eyes. 
“Are you okay with that?”
Terzo tilted his head, a confused look on his face. 
“You've seen me naked many times. Why would I care?”
Omega hummed quietly to himself as his white pupils darted away. It seemed the time did not pass the same for both of them. Yes, Omega did see Terzo naked many times, but those many times were 6 years ago. Terzo seemed to think it was only yesterday. 
“I can do it myself-” Terzo began to unbutton his own red, silk pajama shirt. Omega watched, crossing his arms. It didn't take long before Terzo's arms grew tired, and he dropped them back to his lap, his shirt only half unbuttoned. Omega shook his head and began to finish the job. 
“I'm going to have to carry you out of here.” Omega said playfully. His normally gray cheeks were flushed with purple blush as he removed Terzo's shirt. 
“That would be okay.” Terzo chimed, watching with interest as Omega knelt down in front of him. Omega then began to slowly remove Terzo's pants. He looked up at Terzo briefly before looking to the side, his fingers anxiously finding their way to the rest of his clothing and removing them. He refused to look at Terzo now. Terzo found it adorable. 
Omega stood back up, holding Terzo's arm with the crook of his elbow as he guided him to the tub that was already filled with steaming hot water. Terzo grunted as he lifted his leg up high enough to get in, flinching at the heat of the water. Omega held his waist as he sat down in the water, sighing with relief and leaning against the walls of the tub. 
“Mmm…” Terzo closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the water and how his muscles relaxed from it.
“You are right, ghoul. I am too weak… Wash me.”
Omega rolled his eyes as he grabbed the shower head that was actually positioned lower than his tall stature. Terzo observed with a tilt of his head. 
“How did you manage to shower when I was gone?” Terzo asked as Omega turned the knobs to turn the shower head on. Omega looked at him and knelt down. 
“What do you mean?” Omega asked. 
“You would not fit in here.”
“I just washed my hair by leaning over the tub like this.”
Omega demonstrated, leaning over the side of the tub. His white hair dangled in front of his face, almost touching the water in the tub. 
“And how did you bathe?” Terzo asked. Omega stared at him. 
“I am not demonstrating that.”
Terzo cackled before he was interrupted by Omega playfully spraying the water in his face. He spit it out and Omega moved it to his hair, letting out a low chuckle as Terzo's hair was pushed in his face from the weight of the water. 
“That's not nice. You are picking on a weak, old man. For shame.” Terzo shook his head and clicked with his tongue. 
“You are weak, but you are not old. I can pick on you if you want.” Omega reached over and picked up a bottle of mango-scented shampoo, dumping some into the palm of his hand. Terzo grabbed Omega's arm before he put it in, took a long whiff, and then nodded in approval. 
“I had to make sure it was manly enough.” Terzo stated, closing his eyes. 
“You are not manly.” Omega began massaging the shampoo into his black hair. Terzo was about to argue back, but quickly melted into the feeling with another groan of pleasure. It was such a bizarre sight for Omega to see. Terzo's facial expressions, his sounds. He was real. This was not one of the many torturous dreams he had over the years. Thinking about it too much would spark a tightness in his chest. Remembering how long he somehow managed to endure the excruciating loneliness. How close he was to begging Sister Imperator to be sent back to The Pit so he could at least exist somewhere that was not nothing but a reminder of the one he had lost. And even worse, the way he felt when he failed to protect Terzo. He kept a tight grip on that man for months after he was forcibly removed from the stage. He let his guard down after a while. And he suffered the consequences.
But now, there was no reason to remain so distraught. His love returned to him and the murderer was gone. Yet in the absence of loneliness there was an unbearable paranoia in its place. Everyone was his enemy except Terzo. 
For now, though, all that was real was cupping Terzo's cheek so tenderly, running the shower head in his hair to rinse the soap out of it. He grabbed the towel he had hung up on the curtain rod and wiped Terzo's face, gently pinching around his eyes to make sure he did not get any of the soap in them. He held his small, wet hands, standing him up and this time allowing his eyes to roam around his body that dripped of water and left over soap. He had no lustful thoughts at the moment. Only thoughts of bliss, comfort, and that unfortunate layer of paranoia that spiked when his eyes landed on the fresh stitches wrapped around his lover's neck. It was graphic. It was still stained with blood, and he could almost see the pulsing of his veins in the purple-bruised area. Omega leaned in and gently kissed around the border of the bruise. Terzo hummed and squeezed Omega's large hands, tilting his head up to allow Omega to kiss. Omega trailed up his neck, to his jaw line, across his cheek and then finally landed on his lips which Terzo long awaited for. After a few moments, he slowly pulled off, clearing his throat and wrapping the white towel around terzos shoulders. 
“You need to dry me now.” Terzo grinned after licking his lips, taking in the taste of Omega. Omega nodded shyly. 
“I'm gonna have to be dried, too.”
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ofthemorningstars · 24 days ago
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Nocturnal Me (kabukiaku AU)
TerzoMega ~ Smut below the cut
2k words
Ao3 Version
The one where Omega finally gets to bottom.
Based on the character depictions of Terzo and Omega that have been lovingly crafted by @kabukiaku , thank you so much for allowing me to create something based off of your characters (again!), and for giving me guidance and insight along the way! They truly are so special to me, and writing them has been such a fun process!
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Terzo lingered by the ensuite door, taking a moment to admire the sight before him. Omega lay bare on their bed, save for a pair of pale purple thigh-high fishnets. The ghoul was propped up on a mountain of pillows, already half hard with anticipation. He watched as Omega gave him a once-over, cock twitching in obvious approval. Terzo’s lips twisted in a smirk.
Terzo headed for the nightstand, stroking Omega’s leg, his tail, as he passed. A quiet shuddering sound escaped Omega in response. Having found what he was looking for, Terzo sauntered to the foot of the bed, bottle in hand. Omega spread his legs wide for Terzo as he climbed up, crawling towards the ghoul.
Terzo himself was dressed in matching lingerie: a set of black, heart-adorned lace panties and bralette, with a garter belt and black stockings. The final touch, though, indeed the main attraction, was the harness that was currently strapping an impressively large purple dildo to his body.
“Are you ready, amore?” Terzo asked, not wasting any time. He was just as eager as Omega was. He had been excited since he first brought the idea up to Omega, and every day waiting for the package to arrive had been agonizing. The thought of pleasing Omega in this way, and with equipment more fit for his size, was… enticing, to say the least. Omega answered with a nod, eyes lidded heavily, a dreamy smile on his face, but the slight twitch of his tail gave away his lingering nerves.
“We do not have to do this if you’re not ready, amore,” Terzo assured him, eyes piercing and sincere. “You won’t be letting me down.”
Omega closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply before grabbing one of Terzo’s hands. “I want this, mia luce. I want you. I always want you.” His dark flush deepened as he opened his eyes, drinking Terzo in.
“I want to make you feel good, mia ombra,” Terzo said with a soft smile, placing a soothing kiss to Omega’s knee, mouth trailing down his inner thigh. He stopped when he reached his groin, licking Omega from base to tip. Omega inhaled sharply. Terzo let his mouth linger for a moment before reluctantly pulling away, not wanting to get distracted. He needed to stay on track.
Terzo fussed with the bottle of lube before slicking the dildo like he would his own cock, taking slow, careful passes while Omega watched. Terzo’s panties were already uncomfortably tight, the strap pressing on his bulge; this would be quite the exercise in restraint, he thought.
Satisfied with his job preparing the toy, it was time to prep Omega. Terzo slicked his fingers with a fresh squeeze of lube, hesitating at Omega’s entrance and looking to him. Omega nodded his consent again, reaching down to card his claws through Terzo’s hair. With that, Terzo traced his fingers delicately around Omega’s rim, circling a few times before carefully slipping in one finger. Omega flopped back against the pillows, groaning quietly, shyly. Terzo thrust in and out until he felt comfortable working up to two, and then added a third. He expertly curled his fingers, massaging, causing Omega to whine and shift his hips as a fresh drip of precum escaped. Terzo licked it up greedily, already throbbing himself. Omega gasped at the unexpected sensation.
“Terzo…” Omega pleaded, beginning to move in time with Terzo’s fingers. He was ready. Getting into position, Terzo lined the toy up before slowly, slowly teasing the tip inside. Omega hissed, causing Terzo to freeze. “N–no, it’s good,” Omega assured him, urging him on.
Terzo carefully pushed inside inch by inch until he was fully buried to the hilt. Omega was panting and beginning to sweat, so Terzo gave him a moment, but Omega began to grind down on the toy, begging for more with his body. Terzo couldn’t help but oblige, hypnotized by the roll of Omega’s hips, the noises he was making.
Moving slowly at first, Terzo took a few cautious thrusts, spurring a groan from Omega. Encouraged, Terzo began to pick up speed, gripping Omega’s raised thighs for support, nails digging. They began to move together, Omega’s hips coming up to meet Terzo’s thrusts. Eyes pleading, Omega reached out to Terzo. Terzo took his hand, squeezing tightly for a moment before letting go. He wanted to kiss him, but he couldn’t do so in his current position.
“I love you,” Terzo told him breathlessly. “You are doing so good for me, mio caro.” A whine was all Omega could manage in response, his face a mask of pure bliss.
“More,” Omega begged. Terzo grabbed for Omega’s tail on the bed beside him, teasing and stroking, playing with the tip. Omega moaned louder.
When Omega’s noises grew needier, Terzo pulled nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward hard. Omega cried out, gripping the sheets tightly in his fists, claws tearing the fabric. Terzo repeated this action until Omega reached up to grasp his own cock, desperately pumping. Omega was so close, Terzo could almost taste it. Thrusting faster and feeling like he himself might die of want, Terzo chased Omega’s climax with abandon.
When Omega came it was with a loud, whimpering moan, hips arching nearly off the bed, head thrown back as orgasm tore through him. Terzo was salivating as he watched Omega’s release paint hot streaks across his chest. He gave a few more thrusts as Omega rode out the waves that crashed over him, until finally he stilled beneath Terzo, struggling to catch his breath.
Terzo pulled out of him gingerly, placing a kiss to Omega’s belly before rolling off the bed to get a towel. He removed the strap with a sigh of relief as some of the pressure against his straining erection was alleviated. Returning to the bed, this time at his lover’s side rather than between his legs, Terzo tenderly cleaned Omega up, leaving gentle kisses along the way. Once clean, Terzo coaxed Omega’s head into his lap, stroking his hair and tracing the line of his jaw. Omega groaned, catching Terzo’s hand to plant a kiss on his palm. Terzo closed his eyes.
“Mm. Did you like that, my darling?” Terzo shifted, the tightness of his panties becoming more and more bothersome. He was aching to be touched.
“I… Yes. Yes, I liked that very much,” Omega stuttered, as though struggling to find the words to describe how he felt. “Thank you, tesoro mio.” He turned his head, nuzzling his face against Terzo’s thigh. The action turned into a kiss, then several kisses and gentle nips. Before they knew what was happening, they had swapped places, Terzo on his back with Omega hovering over him, lying on his belly. Omega’s hands were at Terzo’s hips, peeling away the panties that were stuck to him with precum, Terzo finally springing free from the mess he'd made. His hands ran up and down Terzo’s legs, kneading the soft flesh.
Terzo gasped as Omega’s hot mouth descended upon him, first licking, then engulfing. Omega was careful of his fangs as always, but he wasted no time, beginning to bob. Before he could find a rhythm he suddenly pulled away, as though remembering something. Terzo gasped and whined at the loss, rubbing his thighs together, desperate for friction.
Omega got up, searching for something, before finally returning a few moments later with a bottle in hand. Terzo’s heart skipped a beat as Omega slicked the narrow, spaded tip of his tail. Slowly he pushed inside of Terzo, just enough to brush against his prostate. This always more than made up for Omega’s claws prohibiting him from fingering him, Terzo thought through the fog currently clouding his mind.
“Yes… Yes!” Terzo urged Omega on. Omega’s tail played with Terzo while his mouth resumed his ministrations. Terzo writhed, panting and squirming; he had waited so patiently for what felt like an eternity, and now he was failing to hold himself together. Watching Omega come apart beneath him had nearly been enough to finish him on its own. He replayed the scene over and over in his head, the noises that Omega had made, the way his body had reacted. He focused on the enraptured sounds Omega was making now, too. On the way he could feel Omega grinding on the bed, seeking friction himself even now. It was all too much.
Orgasm found him with a loud, low groan, body shaking as he came. Despite being hard again himself, Omega simply crawled up to Terzo’s level and drew him into his arms. Terzo clung tightly, still recovering. He reached down for Omega’s cock with a trembling hand, wanting to give him some relief, but Omega stopped him, shaking his head before catching his mouth with a chaste kiss. Terzo could taste himself on Omega’s lips.
“You already took such good care of me. Look at you, you’re exhausted. Let me take care of you, mio amato.” He ran his claws through Terzo’s hair, kissing his forehead.
“But–” Terzo began, before being softly cut off.
“I’m fine. You need to rest,” Omega assured him, eyes tender.
Terzo nodded, closing his eyes and taking a moment to catch his breath. Omega showered his face and neck with little kisses, paying tribute to his love with his mouth. When Terzo had steadied himself enough, he threaded their fingers together, his own hand dwarfed by the ghoul’s. He sighed, basking in the adoration Omega was gracing him with. He let the warmth envelop him, threatening to overtake him. He welcomed it.
Feeling more grounded after a few minutes, Terzo met Omega’s wandering mouth with his own. This kiss was passionate yet sweet, conveying emotion that neither of them could have found the words to voice in that moment. Terzo’s hands began to roam, zeroing in on nipples, drifting up to rub a horn. Omega groaned into Terzo’s mouth, grinding on his thigh unthinkingly. Smiling through the kiss, Terzo’s fingers trailed down Omega’s body until they found their target, stroking Omega’s cock delicately. Omega’s breath hitched as he bucked into Terzo’s hand.
When Omega’s tail began to wind its way up Terzo’s leg, Terzo bit down playfully on Omega’s bottom lip, humming from somewhere deep in his chest. Terzo’s hand found a steady rhythm on Omega as he felt himself stir in arousal, but couldn’t quite call up the energy to go for another round. He wouldn’t leave his beloved ghoul unsatisfied, though. That simply wouldn’t do.
Descending upon Omega’s throat, Terzo nipped lightly before sucking hard, leaving behind possessive marks. Omega retaliated with marks of his own, pulling aside Terzo’s bralette to lavish his chest with affection with teeth and tongue. The world went white with a gasp when Omega found a nipple, and impossibly, Terzo felt the throbbing between his legs return with a vengeance. A hand shot up to cling desperately onto one of Omega’s horns. Omega growled against his skin.
Omega moved on the bed until their hips were on the same level, his arm then snaking its way between them. Careful of his claws, Omega grasped both of their cocks, his hand broad enough to pump them together. Terzo squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the sensation, burying his face against Omega’s chest. When Terzo’s breath came heavy, Omega picked up his pace, grinding his hips against him.
“Terzo…” Omega whispered, tightening his grip. Omega’s tail moved higher up Terzo’s leg, tickling his inner thigh. Terzo shuddered, finishing in Omega’s hand with a high pitched whine. Omega released him, giving himself a few more strokes before following behind, snarling through gritted teeth. They lay there side by side as they struggled to catch their breath. Eventually, Terzo gathered the strength to move to Omega’s eye level, resting their foreheads together. Omega sighed gratefully at the contact, nuzzling their faces together and pulling Terzo close with one arm.
When Omega began to doze, Terzo moved to pull away, careful not to wake him. He took a moment to appreciate the peace on his beloved ghoul's face before taking it upon himself to clean them up. After toweling off, he removed Omega’s stockings before stripping out of his own remaining lingerie. Satisfied, he draped a blanket over Omega, crawling into bed beside him. Omega instinctively wrapped his arms around Terzo tightly; Terzo sighed warmly, pressing a kiss to Omega’s shoulder and closing his eyes.
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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago
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Aftershow (Afterglow)
TerzOmega ~ smut below the cut ~ Romantic fluff
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Ao3 version
It's been a long, hard week for Omega, and Terzo is doing his best to make it harder.
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Omega was struggling. This was their third show of the week, and it wasn't necessarily that he was tired. No, it wasn’t that. It was that mouthy little singer prancing around the stage like he owned the place, taunting him with his words and his body.
“Impregnate me right here right now on this floor, Omega!” he had yelled into the microphone. Omega had choked, sputtering as he worked to maintain his composure. Thank the dark lord he was wearing a mask. Remembering it now even 3 songs later, his face grew hot again; he lost his place in the song, throwing his bandmates off along with him. He could feel their glares as he tried to recover and chose to ignore them. This wasn't the first time he'd messed up a riff tonight. Satanas, he was ready for this hell to be over. 
As Terzo took his first steps through his dressing room door, he let out a long sigh and surveyed his surroundings as though he were seeing them for the first time. Large, lighted vanity, black leather sofa, warm brick walls, a coffee and tea station, and a fully stocked mini fridge with his favorite snacks, drinks, and plenty of water. Really quite nice by mid-size venue standards. He had no reason to complain, and yet something felt wrong. Empty.
It was a feeling that had been plaguing him after every show lately, a hollow numbness that followed the exhilaration of being on stage. With the lights, the bass that thundered in his chest, the screaming of hundreds of adoring fans… the adrenaline was hard to beat back. It almost felt like it was forced on him, at times. Each show took something of him, another unwilling sacrifice to feed the beast of stardom. Another tithe to the ministry.
Shaking his head as though doing so would clear the fog quickly settling in, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took unsteady strides over to the mirror. He was greeted by the sight of mismatched eyes framed by soft lines. They were nearing the end of his first tour as Papa, and it showed in the roadmap that was beginning to crisscross his handsome features. This job was taking a physical toll on him, and seeing the evidence made him anxious.
Tearing his eyes away, he began the tedious process of undressing, starting with his no longer quite pristine white gloves. He grimaced as he saw his left hand. Bare. Nothing but an empty space where his wedding ring should be. A bitter reminder of all of the ways he was under the control of the church. Of her. He was just a puppet, the Imperator gripping his strings so tightly that he was being strangled.
Of course, performing wasn’t all bad. It was the one chance they got to be away from the Imperator and the ever-watchful eyes that seemed to be on him at all times. If he had any friends, they were his ghouls. His ghouls, who were always by his side, who always had his back, who went out of their way to protect him. Him, and Omega. 
Omega. He felt his shoulders relax at the name. His beloved Omega. The ghoul who held the other half of both his heart, and their wedding band set.
As though he could hear his thoughts, the door to his dressing room flew open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Startled from his contemplations, Terzo spun around to face the intruder, eyes wide. Towering so tall he practically had to duck through the door frame, Omega walked in, kicking the door closed behind him and stalking towards the smaller man with purpose. Terzo could practically feel the irritation rolling off of him in waves, and it sent a jagged thrill through him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing out there?” he snarled low, the sound rumbling through Terzo’s chest and causing his heart to quicken like the thunderous roar of the speakers had mere minutes ago. Involuntarily he took a step back, but Omega was upon him immediately, backing him up against the wall, gripping him tightly by the shoulders. Omega ripped his mask off and tossed it aside, revealing a scowl beneath a furrowed brow covered in a light sheen of sweat. 
“What– What do you mean?” Terzo stammered, struggling to get the words out. His pulse hammered in his ears, his pupils dilated as he took in the sight of the ghoul before him. Broad. Muscled. Breathtaking. His eyes were wild with agitation, and something else that made Terzo shiver.
“Don’t play coy with me,” Omega growled. Grabbing Terzo forcefully by the chin, he tilted his head up and licked his neck possessively, stopping to bite just below his ear. Terzo whined, squirming in his hold. “You’ve been teasing me all night. Acting like a slut for the whole world to see. You’ve been daring me to do something about it.” He reached down and cupped Terzo through his pants roughly, squeezing. “It’s time to pay up.”
“O–Omega, I–” Terzo choked out, but Omega’s lips were upon his in a searing kiss before he could get another word in. A forked tongue probed his mouth. Fangs snagged on his bottom lip. Despite his confusion, Terzo’s arms snaked around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss. Omega let him, for a moment, before pushing Terzo’s jacket off of his shoulders. Omega’s hands then slid around to Terzo’s chest and grabbed at his collar as if to rip it open; Terzo broke away with a loud noise of protest and shoved at Omega.
“Amore, please! If another costume gets ruined, the Imperator will have my head!” Defiantly, Omega made a show of slicing a single button off with a claw, not breaking eye contact. Then another, and another, before losing patience and pulling the whole thing apart in one go. The top fell to the floor with a soft thud, and Omega was immediately upon his chest, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises, marking his territory. His hot mouth found a nipple at the same time that his hand returned to Terzo’s growing bulge, and Terzo gasped. Omega knelt down, biting and licking a glistening trail down to his waistband. He slipped a clawed finger underneath, teasing, before sliding both hands down the back of Terzo’s pants. Omega gripped his ass hard, kneading. A shivering whimper escaped Terzo.
“You’ve had me craving you all night. Wanting to taste you,” Omega said through gritted teeth. “The way you move. The things you say. Fucking hell, Terzo, you grabbed my ass on stage for everyone to see. You know exactly what you’re doing. Don’t you?” He bit down on a nipple and Terzo squeaked. Omega impatiently yanked Terzo’s pants down, smirking at the way his precum-wet underwear stuck to his skin. “Look at the mess you’ve made. You’re such a whore for this, aren’t you?” Before he could respond, Omega had taken Terzo’s entire cock into his mouth and began furiously working him, tongue trailing on veins and swirling around his tip. Terzo let out an unrestrained moan, uncaring if they were heard. His hands tangled in Omega’s hair, grabbed at his horns, anything he could to find purchase. Omega chuckled and hummed low, vibrations tingling up Terzo’s spine. The ghoul’s hands found his ass again and stroked both cheeks sensually before squeezing harder, claws digging. Terzo let his head fall back, leaning heavily on the wall, the brick scratching at his scalp.
“O–Omega…” Terzo gasped, his legs going weak. Omega growled and suddenly released him, standing all at once, leaving Terzo dazed. Omega scooped him up with ease, eliciting a surprised yelp. He crossed the room with Terzo in his arms until they reached the vanity counter, the contents of which were unceremoniously knocked to the floor with a sweep of Omega’s large hand. Terzo didn't even care at this point; his head was still reeling from the loss of Omega's mouth. Terzo’s bare ass was planted on the countertop as Omega wasted no time stripping out of his pants, revealing his sizeable erection, precum beading at the tip. Terzo salivated at the sight as his breath quickened in anticipation. Omega shot him a dark look but then paused as though just remembering something. He retrieved his discarded trousers from the floor and fished a small bottle of lube from one of the pockets. Terzo laughed in surprise.
“My dear Omega, where was your mind when you were getting ready for the show?” Terzo teased. 
“I’m always prepared, mio amato,” Omega replied, his voice husky, running his fingers tenderly through Terzo’s hair and down to cup his cheek. Indeed, they had lube stashed just about everywhere, if Terzo were being honest with himself. It was very necessary; the pair had been insatiable practically since they’d first laid eyes on each other at Omega’s summoning. It was fascination at first sight. Terzo had been freshly 20 back then, such a long time ago now, it felt like. Sure, it had taken a few weeks of Omega stalking him around the ministry from the shadows for Terzo to confront him, but from that first electric kiss, they had belonged to each other. Their passion burned hot and wild and eternal as hellfire. Tonight was no exception as affection and arousal battled for space in Terzo’s chest.
Omega withdrew his hand from Terzo's face to fuss with the bottle, and Terzo closed his eyes at the loss. Omega took Terzo’s hand and filled it with a generous amount of lube before guiding the smaller man into fingering himself. Terzo hissed as he slipped one finger in, his body heating as he drew in and out. He slowly worked his way up to two fingers as Omega slicked his cock, watching hungrily as Terzo touched himself. Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation. Losing his patience, Omega pounced on him, dragging his forked tongue up the side of Terzo’s face. Terzo attempted to make a weak protest, something about not ruining his makeup, but he could feel Omega’s breath coming heavy and hot against his ear and suddenly he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
Omega slid his hands underneath Terzo’s ass, pulling him to the edge of the countertop. He worked himself inside, grunting with relief to finally be buried to the hilt in his lover. Overly excited, he started to move before Terzo had time to adjust. Terzo cried out, wrapping his arms around Omega’s neck for support.
“Everything alright?” Omega ground out with considerable effort.
“Y–yes” Terzo stammered, panting. “Don't stop.”
Omega caught his mouth in a passionate kiss as his thrusting settled into a punishing rhythm. His large, warm hands explored Terzo’s body, circling nipples, etching wandering patterns into his back with his claws, hard enough to draw blood. Terzo whimpered through the kiss, grinding against Omega as best as he could in his current position. Omega’s hands once again settled on Terzo’s ass in response to his squirming, pulling him forward until the smaller man could take in as much of the ghoul’s heavy cock as he wanted. Terzo wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist tightly. Greedily. 
“This is what you wanted, wasn't it? To be bred?” Omega growled, punctuating his words with a forceful thrust of his hips, hitting Terzo's prostate just so and making him throw his head back in a loud moan. “You're such a slut. You’re always hungry for my cock. Aren't you?”
Terzo's nails scratched uselessly against the fabric of Omega's shirt, causing Terzo to curse under his breath. He was desperately craving skin to skin contact. He wanted to bite into Omega with nails and teeth, to leave possessive marks of his own, to feel their bodies burn together. He started to work at removing the garment with shaking hands, but Omega caught them.  
“No. This isn't about you. You've been driving me wild all night, and now it's my turn to have a little fun.” Omega's tone was cool and detached now. It excited him. 
Gripping Terzo by the hips, Omega began to pound into him harder, faster. His tail wound its way around Terzo's waist while his lips found his neck, kissing and licking and sucking his way down to his shoulder. Omega bit down hard, his fangs piercing the skin and drawing blood, which trailed in little rivulets. Terzo released a quivering cry, his face flushing a deep shade of pink, cock weeping a fresh drip of precum. Terzo was close. 
“Omega,” Terzo whispered pleadingly. Omega knew what he wanted, but wouldn't give it so easily. Terzo had been messing with his head all night. All week, if he was being honest. Without warning, Omega drew out and threw Terzo over his shoulder, ignoring Terzo's strangled protest. He walked him over to the sofa and dumped him down onto it, though not without care even in the haze of his lust. Terzo was flushed and foggy, too desperately aroused by Omega's show of strength to be able to be irritated by being denied release. Taking a step back, Omega began to touch himself in long, leisurely strokes, admiring the sight before him. Terzo was disheveled, dressed in nothing but his socks at this point, glistening with sweat, paint smeared, chest heaving, cock dripping, pupils blown wide. He was beautiful. It threatened to drive Omega mad with want.
“Turn over,” Omega commanded sharply. Terzo eagerly obeyed. When Terzo was settled comfortably on his stomach, Omega slapped his flank before straddling him and slipping back inside with a sigh of relief. Terzo groaned, pressing his face into the cool leather of the sofa, nails once again scratching uselessly on the smooth surface. Omega shifted his hips and began to ride him hard, showing no mercy. Terzo found himself grinding against the leather not of his own will, his body desperate for friction. He could feel the pleasure start to build again as he tried to fight it back, wanting this to last.
“Amore,” Terzo pleaded. “Let me feel you.”
Omega’s wicked smile softened. He knew what he wanted: not just touch, but a deeper intimacy. He reached out to Terzo with his quintessence. At once he could feel his own burning weight and heat the way Terzo did, the overwhelming fullness, and the impact of his thrusts on Terzo’s prostate. The building pressure that was threatening to break him apart. Omega knew Terzo could feel the same delicious tight, wet warmth that he did when he was inside of him. Beneath these foreign sensations, though, was an overwhelming sense of trust, of comfort. Of a love so deep that he longed to drown in it. Omega shivered, closing his eyes to the feeling. He leaned down, pressing his body into the human’s delicate frame. His tail brushed Terzo’s cheek, before wrapping snugly around his neck like a collar and pulling his head back.
“I want to hear you scream my name. I want the whole crew to hear you. I want everyone to know what you’re doing. To know who’s breeding you,” Omega breathed in his ear.
“Omega, I–,” Terzo started to protest, causing Omega to tighten his hold on Terzo’s throat. “Nngh! Omega!” Terzo cried weakly, doing his best to obey but struggling to find his voice.
“Louder,” Omega hissed, thrusting hard. Terzo cried out wordlessly. Omega snarled, “Louder!”
Omega bit down hard on Terzo’s shoulder again and he could feel Terzo’s nerves sing with bittersweet pain. Struggling for air and blissed out of his mind, Terzo came with a shout. “OMEGA!” Omega wasn’t far behind, releasing his bite on Terzo, burying his face into the crook of his neck instead. He shook hard through his release, cum spilling out of Terzo and rolling down his thighs and onto the sofa. He slumped heavily onto Terzo, unable to move, until he realized that Terzo was struggling to breathe under his weight. Shit.
Quickly sliding to the floor as there wasn’t enough room for them to lay side by side, he knelt by Terzo’s head and ran his claws through his hair. Groggily, Terzo turned to face him, eyes lidded heavily and a small smile on his face. Omega could feel his happiness sparking through their connection, but also his exhaustion. He felt a twinge of guilt. Of course this week hadn’t just been hard on him, how could he have forgotten? Terzo worked just as hard as the rest of the band. Didn’t he deserve rest like everyone else? Why was he so selfish?
Through the remaining threads of their previous connection, Terzo sensed his distress. Before he could spiral further, Terzo took one of his hands in his and kissed it, gently laying his head down on it. “Amore mio, you always know exactly what I need.”
Caught off guard, Omega grinned sheepishly. “Yeah?”
“Si.”
Omega laid his head down next to Terzo’s, closing his eyes. They lay there in contented silence for a few minutes, until Terzo lifted his head weakly. “I think we have to get up now.” Upon getting no response, he gently shoved at Omega’s shoulder. Omega groaned. “We can sleep when we get to the hotel, si? And maybe do some other things as well,” Terzo said, a smile in his voice. Omega snorted.
“How are you still not done after all of that?” Omega teased. “Insatiable.” Terzo just winked in response. Slowly he peeled his sweaty skin off of the couch, cringing at the way his thighs and stomach stuck to the leather, sticky with both his own cum and Omega’s. Omega hoisted himself up to find a towel, and they cleaned up and got dressed in comfortable silence.
Terzo examined himself in the mirror, making a futile effort to fix his hair and trying his best to ignore the ruined mess of his makeup. Omega saw him fretting over his reflection and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Terzo’s waist. “I’m sorry, tesoro mio. I can't resist you,” he cooed at the man as he fussed over his makeup, kissing his neck tenderly. Terzo sighed, knowing his only option was to remove the paint and start fresh. He hated to go through the trouble of reapplying just to take it off at the hotel, but he'd be in trouble if anyone caught him out in public without it. The chances of getting caught by anyone who cared were low; the Imperator never oversaw their tours in person, but still, he had learned to be cautious after a few near-misses.
Despite the amount of work involved, the road gave them more freedom. Fewer eyes on them between shows. More time together. They could share a bed on the tour bus, Omega could “visit” Terzo's hotel room, or they could simply curl up together on the bus’s sofa without anyone batting an eye. Why would they? When they were on the bus, they got to be openly affectionate and freely live like the married couple they were. The ghouls pretended to be grossed out by their PDA and teased them endlessly, but really, they didn't mind. Things had always been this way, since the early days of their summoning. To them, Omega and Terzo had always been a package deal. It was an open secret, one that Terzo was sure everyone in the ministry knew about. Even the Imperator. He didn’t know why she hadn’t acted against them yet. He dreaded the day when she would.
“Shit!” Omega exclaimed from across the room. When had he left? Terzo had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed; he jumped and turned to see him glaring at his phone, running his claws through his own hair in frustration.
“What’s wrong, amore?” Terzo crossed the room to him, resting a hand on Omega’s arm.
“Those fuckers left us!”
“Who?” Terzo was confused.
Omega sat down heavily on the couch that was still drying post-cleanup, not thinking. “The other ghouls. Alpha texted me 15 minutes ago. He said they knew what we were up to and that they were tired of waiting. Everyone went to the hotel without us.”
Fear shot through Terzo. How were they going to make it to their hotel now? The two of them leaving alone together would look very suspicious, and any cab they called would have to be paid for with the ministry’s company card. “Maybe we could just stay here tonight and have them pick us up in the morning,” Terzo proposed, though he knew it wouldn’t work.
Omega shook his head glumly. “Mio amato, the venue will kick us out.” He ran his claws through Terzo’s hair, trying to fix himself what had been mussed out of place by their earlier activities. “I think we’ll just have to use the card and pray the ministry doesn’t notice.”
“If she says anything, we’ll just tell her I was ill and that my most loyal ghoul stayed behind to take care of me,” Terzo said self-assuredly.
Omega swallowed hard at the thought of the Imperator finding out just what “taking care” of Terzo entailed.
Terzo begrudgingly took out his own phone and called for a cab, sighing after he hung up. “It will be another 45 minutes. At least that gives me time to redo my paint,” Terzo said softly. “And to clean you up, too,” he added after contemplating the ghoul’s face that was currently covered in black lipstick smears. He decided to add one more to his cheek first, giggling quietly and going in for another, but Omega turned and caught his mouth with his own. They sat there for a minute, then 5, hands roaming. “We need to get ready to leave, amore,” Terzo whispered, but found himself drawn back to Omega like a magnet. After another minute, Omega broke the kiss with a soft sound.
“Maybe we should stay here tonight.”
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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago
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Delicate Work
TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut 1.8k words A continuation of an idea explored in Water's Edge
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Terzo and Omega try something new. ---
Omega had been waiting for this moment for a long time. 
Of course, he didn’t know he was waiting for it. He didn’t expect it to happen at all. Yet here he was, about to embark on a new adventure, after all these years, with the only being he wanted to take along for the ride. He couldn’t believe it’d taken more than two decades to find an answer that had been literally staring him in the face every day.
He certainly felt more than a little silly, standing there in his human form, completely naked save for his mask, but he needed its glamour magic tonight. He couldn’t do what he had in mind with his claws. No, this was far too delicate work for those.
If Terzo felt similarly silly, if he were uncomfortable at all, he didn’t show it. He, too, was completely bare, spread out on the bed of tonight’s hotel room, his calves dangling off the side. His face and chest were flushed. His arms were up above his head, the perfect frame for the dreamy smile on his face. He was visibly excited, already rock hard and throbbing with anticipation. The sight made Omega’s heart skip a beat. “Mio caro,” Terzo spoke softly, reaching out a hand to Omega. Omega took it in his own now smaller, much more human hand, the back of which Terzo smoothed over with his thumb. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t hide the slight tremor. “It’s alright. I want this. I promise.” 
Omega desperately wished he could kiss him. Instead, he reluctantly pulled away after a moment to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He coated the fingers of one hand with a generous amount, but then hesitated, looking down at Terzo for reassurance. Terzo’s smile was warm as he nodded, spreading his legs. Taking a breath and trying not to have an out of body experience as he watched those strange, alien hands doing something so intimate to his mate, he reached out. His slicked fingers found their target, carefully slipping inside Terzo, starting with just one digit. Terzo’s eyes fluttered as Omega entered him, groaning softly. Slowly, almost shyly, Omega began to move, sliding in and out. He could hear his breath echoing harshly inside the mask. Oh, but if there was a heaven, surely this was it. Terzo felt even better than he’d imagined.
Taking great care, Omega added a second finger. Terzo gasped, nearly causing Omega to withdraw out of fear that he’d hurt him, but Terzo caught his hand. He guided Omega into fingering him, flushing deeper, breathing hard through his nose. Omega was aching, obscenely turned on by just how excited Terzo was, by how excited he had been from the very beginning of this entire process. Terzo had said yes practically before Omega could even finish explaining the idea the night before; Terzo’s face had turned such a lovely shade of pink at just the thought of it. His teasing on stage had been exceptionally unbearable that night, and Omega kept catching Terzo staring at him, those big eyes twinkling with mischief. More than a couple of the other ghouls had picked up on the tension, had snickered as Omega passed by. If Omega didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn that Terzo wanted this even more than he did. 
Omega began curling his fingers, eliciting a long moan from Terzo, his back arching. Omega shivered. Terzo began to move his hips in time with Omega’s motions, making soft sounds that grew a little louder with each sweep. Omega knelt on the bed next to him, cock dripping onto the sheets. He wished he could kiss every inch of skin on display, could lick up the precum that was pooling on Terzo’s stomach. The mask was feeling increasingly heavy and oppressive, but oh, Terzo felt so good under his fingers. So tight, so warm, so responsive. This was an experience he thought was barred to him, and he wanted to savor every second. Terzo reached out and grabbed the side of Omega’s mask, forcing him to meet his gaze, his eyes glazed over with a feverish lust. He held it until Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, causing Terzo to close his eyes, raising his own hand to his mouth and biting his finger against a whine as he squirmed. 
“Omega,” Terzo panted, eyes pleading. Omega could feel the heat coming off of him; Terzo was going to cum soon. Omega wanted to bury his cock in Terzo in place of his fingers, but he was too mesmerized by the sounds Terzo was making to stop. Wanting to hear more, he grabbed Terzo with his free hand and began to stroke. Terzo’s hips nearly arched off the bed at the added sensation as he cried out. He was so close. Omega picked up his pace, beginning to sweat, waiting for Terzo to shatter. And then came the absolute last sound he wanted to hear at a time like this: a knock at the door. They both froze. “Just– Just a minute!” Terzo attempted to shout with a hoarse voice, forcing himself off of the bed and onto shaky, unstable legs as Omega pulled away reluctantly. Terzo looked around frantically for his robe as Omega hid in the bathroom, heart racing and ready to attack if necessary. Dammit! Who the hell would come barging in at 1 in the morning?! On a Wednesday, no less! What if a crazed fan had followed them back to their hotel room? What if one of the other idiots had gotten hurt? Worst yet, what if the ministry had finally caught up to them? Omega felt nauseous. “Oh, what the hell!” Terzo whispered, voice filled with anger and confusion. Cautiously, Omega peeked around the corner. There was no one else standing in the open doorway, but there was a white envelope sitting on the floor in the hallway. Terzo quickly looked around and picked it up, shutting the door behind him as softly as he could. They huddled around the envelope together. Inside, they found only two things: one of the Ghost-project branded condoms from their tour, and a note that read, “Have fun you two, remember to wrap it before you tap it!” followed by a crudely drawn winky-face and two hearts. At the bottom were all of the ghouls’ signatures, save for Omega’s. Omega felt his face heat up, his normally even temper threatening to break, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Terzo begin to swear like he’d never heard before, in English, Italian, Latin, and something else that he bafflingly couldn’t identify. He stood slack-jawed, the wind taken out of his sails as Terzo spat enough vitriol for the both of them and then some. His back was turned to Omega, glaring at the paper still clutched tightly in his hands as though it held some secret. Omega finally took his mask off, dropping it to the floor with a thud.
“And that is another thing! Even if it were any of their business, why would those idiots think that we need this?!” Terzo spun around and waved the condom around in the air, eyes wild. “We have been together for ages, and it’s not as though I can get pregna–” Omega cut off Terzo’s ranting, pulling him forward by his robe, their lips meeting in a crushing kiss. Terzo froze for half a second, dropping the condom, before kissing back furiously. Not wasting any time, Omega stripped Terzo in what felt like one smooth motion. Terzo backed Omega to the edge of the bed before pushing him down onto it. Omega pulled Terzo down with him. 
Straddling Omega’s hips, Terzo broke away from Omega’s mouth to suck at his neck, leaving possessive marks in his wake before biting at Omega’s earlobe. Heat speared through Omega. Clearly, he mused, Terzo was just as horny as before, only now also frustrated and aggressive at being denied release over a stupid prank. He saw with a thrill that Terzo was already hard again. It wasn’t what he had pictured for their evening, but with the things Terzo was doing to him with his mouth… Satanas, he’d take it. As Terzo was licking and biting his way down Omega’s chest, he reached up with a now-clawed hand to leave marks of his own down Terzo’s back. It was nice having his own body back, even if tonight would have been earth-shattering, were they not so rudely interrupted. 
As though reading his mind, Terzo growled against Omega’s skin, “We’re doing that again,” staring Omega down before taking him in hand and roughly stroking him. Omega whimpered.
Terzo briefly dismounted him to reach the lube that had managed to roll to the floor at some point during the night. Bottle in hand, he hurriedly prepared Omega, moving like he was on a mission. Climbing back on top, Terzo lined himself up before sinking down on Omega’s thick cock, throwing his head back and letting out a shuddering sigh of relief. Omega groaned and involuntarily bucked his hips in overstimulation. Terzo took a moment before he began to move, and then he was riding Omega mercilessly, bouncing and grinding, moaning loudly. His hands roamed over Omega’s body as though he didn’t want to leave a single inch within his reach unexplored. Terzo was making such intense eye contact that Omega almost wanted to look away, but he was hypnotized. Terzo finally broke the spell by leaning forward to catch Omega’s nipple with his mouth. Omega shivered, quickly taking over thrusting, desperate for friction. Omega was reaching his limit, but he refused to allow himself release until Terzo was satisfied. Gently he encouraged Terzo to sit upright enough that he could slide a hand between them. Breathing heavily and trying to hold on, he took Terzo in hand, jerking him off while thrusting harder. Omega could see Terzo was quickly unraveling, he just needed one more push…
With one last powerful buck of Omega’s hips, Terzo came across Omega’s chest with a sob. Omega tumbled off the edge right behind him, his hands clutching at the sheets, claws tearing the fabric. Terzo pulled himself off of Omega while he still had the strength before collapsing in a heap beside him, Omega’s cum trickling out of him. Omega gathered him up in his arms. They lay there together for a long while, catching their breath.
Omega was the first to speak, audibly winded. “I take it you liked it, then?” Terzo lifted his head weakly, eyes full of exhaustion but overflowing with adoration. He threaded his fingers together with Omega’s. “Si, amore mio. Very much.” Omega’s face lit up. He stole a kiss before sheepishly asking, “Does that mean we can do it again?” “Si.” Terzo had that twinkle in his eye that made Omega’s stomach do backflips. “I want you inside of me, mio caro,” he purred, kissing Omega’s fingers, never breaking eye contact. Omega’s heart skipped several beats. “But tonight, we rest. I have several ghouls to kill in the morning.” Omega laughed in surprise, having completely forgotten about the note in his ecstasy. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”
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