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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago

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Creation of Impossibility

TerzOmega ~ Smut ~ Breeding k!nk ~ Domestic Bliss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that there was hope, all bets were off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Omega…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Terzo, I–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In that moment, Omega knew her name: Starlight.

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puuuders · 2 months ago

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Marigold - Terzomega

Part one of Tranquility

Fluff

A/N - As I mentioned before, I lost interest in angst. Now I wanna write fluff. And smut. Haha. Thanks @ofthemorningstars /pos

BUT this isn't really a whole fanfiction, it's just a collection of short stories basically. Little to no angst.

It is a beautiful summer day in Linköping, Sweden, one that Omega does not want to waste at mass. Luckily, after Sister's death and the Emeritus brother's resurrections, his time with his beloved Terzo is infinite.

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Omega held his breath as he turned in bed, stretching out his arms. His tongue curled as he yawned like a cat, sitting up and looking down at the still sleeping figure beside him, his chest immediately rumbling into a purr. He would never get used to the sight. Some years ago, he would have felt indifferent to Terzo’s form beside him, having grown familiar with his presence in their shared bed. Perhaps he became ungrateful for his human partner back when Terzo first became Papa. The threat of his absence hadn’t crossed his mind, at least not the possibility of his absence any time soon. Until, it happened one day. Omega regretted not giving Terzo a kiss on his cheek every morning, whether he was awake or not, because there was nothing the ghoul wanted to do more now that he was able to again.

Omega leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Terzo’s cheek, taking a moment to gaze down at him lovingly. Now, that threat of his absence was almost entirely eradicated. As a side effect of the human’s resurrection, he lost the ability to age. He was forever 54 with an immune system of a demon like Omega himself. Sure, Terzo could develop typically deadly illnesses or simple common colds, but the ailments would be removed from his body within the week. This was proven when Terzo developed a nasty case of pneumonia a few days ago, leaving him bed ridden and Omega in anxious shambles. Until, suddenly, the very next morning, his lungs were thriving. No one was entirely sure if he or his brothers could possibly be killed anymore. A common theory around the ministry is that they were actually ghouls now, who were immortal, but remained in their human bodies due to the nature of the resurrection. They were simply souls possessing the bodies. But nothing could be proven.

“Time to get up, I see you smiling.” Omega spoke gently next to Terzo’s ear, who rolled over with a groan in an attempt to hide his smile after feeling Omega’s kiss. Omega chuckled, rubbing Terzo’s shoulder.

”Come on. You can go back to sleep after mass.”

”I don’t want to go to mass.” Terzo pouted like a child. Omega scoffed playfully, gliding his claws up and down Terzo’s arm in a soothing manner.

”Who will feed me his body and his blood if you are not at mass?” Omega asked, smiling as Terzo rolled around and finally opened his mismatched eyes. They gazed at each other momentarily before Terzo sighed, sitting up.

”Only because I do not want anyone else’s thumb in your mouth,” Terzo swung his legs off of the side of the bed, standing up to stretch. “Only my thumb goes in your mouth.”

”But you can put your thumb in many people’s mouths, hm?” Omega stood up, moving to the closet to fetch each of their clothes. He pulled out his own typical uniform, slinging it over his shoulder and picking out Terzo’s. Terzo had a bit more leeway with his attire, having multiple suits and dress shirts that he wore to mass. Omega picked out his personal favorite to see on his beloved Terzo: his pink button up and white vest with matching pants.

”It is my duty, ghoul,” Terzo took his clothes as they were handed to them, “I do not take any pleasure in any other than you.”

”I know, I know.” Omega pulled the back t-shirt over his head, quickly stuffing his arms into his jacket before Terzo could get distracted with lustful thoughts and comments about his ghoul’s body. Terzo removed his own shirt, accidentally nicking the scab forming around his neck.

”Ouch.” Terzo winced, moving his hand up to touch the thick scar. Omega whipped his head around to look at him, his heart dropping.

”What’s wrong? Terzo?” Omega quickly stepped over, fully dressed now, gently placing his larger hands overtop Terzo’s.

”I am okay, I just scratched it a bit.” Terzo pulled his hand away. The scar was still red, stitches still in his skin just in case Terzo was not actually immortal. It was Omega’s call to take such precautions, him having the authority as the head of the infirmary department to make such decisions. Even so, if he was not in a powerful position, Terzo would have had it done anyway just to soothe the ghoul’s unending paranoia.

Omega leaned in, closing his eyes as he pressed a warm kiss to the scar.

“Be careful, amore.” Omega stood by, watching as Terzo dressed himself to ensure his safety. Terzo found it silly that Omega was so worried about Terzo dressing himself, but he knew the concern came from a deep, genuine fear, so he would never point it out.

Mass went as boring and uninteresting as Terzo had expected it to be. Omega would smile behind his metal mask as Terzo would frequently shift positions up there sitting near the altar. He would cross his legs with his arms crossed, head tilted to the side to listen to Copia’s stuttering Satanic prayers. Then, he would shift, manspreading and hanging his head, eyes wide and nodding at nothing in particular. Finally, by the time it was Terzo’s turn to give the body and blood, Terzo had his head leaned back against the wall, asleep. Copia had to snap his fingers in front of his face to wake him, a quiet wave of giggles rumbling across the mass attendees.

As Terzo made his way across the room, Omega noticed how Terzo would pinch the crackers, placing them with a flick of his fingers on each person’s tongue. Terzo was not grossed out or upset about having to feed them, in fact he enjoyed the feeling of providing for the siblings and ghouls. Almost nurturing them, like a mother would her baby. But there was a clear difference in the way Terzo would feed the other siblings and ghouls and the way he would Omega. When Terzo approached Omega, Omega lifted his mask and held it delicately in his hands. Terzo placed the cracker on his thumb instead of pinched between his fingers. Omega opened his mouth, letting his tongue poke out, and Terzo would gently press the cracker on to his tongue. When Omega finished, instead of handing the shot glass to him, Terzo would gently lean Omega’s head back and slowly pour the wine into his mouth. The whole process made the large ghoul fidgety and flustered, but the shyness he felt was entirely worth that look of adoration written all over Terzo’s face. Similarly, the boredom and annoyance Terzo would feel having to sit so far away from Omega during mass was worth seeing the blush spread across his face when he finally got to feed him.

“You need to stop falling asleep in mass, tesoro.” Omega scolded, wrapping his fingers around Terzo’s smaller hand as they shuffled out of the room in the midst of the crowd. The people dispersed throughout the halls, most of which heading for the dining hall since it was now lunchtime. Terzo and Omega decided neither of them were hungry, so they opted to head outside in the ministry gardens to enjoy the heat of the thriving summer. Besides, with the major amount of changes Copia had installed on the ministry and their morals, they could always go somewhere else to eat if they grew hungry later on in the day.

“I do not actually sleep,” Terzo claimed as they walked across the path, the sweet scent of roses filling their noses, “I only do it to annoy Copia. And make people laugh. Mass is boring, someone has to make it worthwhile.”

”What would we do without you and your comedy?” Omega sighed, kissing Terzo on the top of his head. Terzo smiled.

”Whatever you did while I was gone.” Terzo looked up at Omega, feeling the grip on his hand tightened. The smile faded.

“I’m sorry, that was not funny.” Terzo murmured.

”No, amore, don’t be sorry.” Omega sat down on a stone bench, facing a rose bush. He placed his hands on Terzo’s waist, having him sit on his lap. Terzo gladly did so, wrapping his arms around Omega’s shoulders.

”There was no replacement for you and your… Your artful smartass-ary.” Omega chuckled dryly, rubbing Terzo’s back as he looked up at him.

“I don’t think I smiled once in those 6 years.”

”Isn’t it funny how much nicer it is without those decrepit old bastards around?” Terzo said lightheartedly, trying to help Omega’s clearly anxious mood. “Ah, and we all blamed my brother. I do not forgive him for that humiliating stunt with Metal Hammer, though. And Metal Hammer! Of all magazines! Metal Hammer. Sounds like Square Hammer. Embarrassing.”

Terzo sighed, playing with the back of Omega's hair as he continued.

“I know what you say, that if it were not for those old bastards, none of this would have happened. I believe you.”

”Copia was so scared of you especially when we were preparing your resurrection,” Omega chuckled, swallowing the lump in his throat that he did not want Terzo to notice, “he knew you’d have something to say about Metal Hammer.”

“It is humiliating!” Terzo exclaimed. “I should do the same to him.”

”I think you embarrassed him enough when you pantsed him at Sister’s ashes ritual,” Omega grinned. Terzo tossed his head back in a cackle.

“Hello Kitty underwear, he had!”

“He deserved it.” Omega chuckled. Terzo nodded, sliding off of Omega’s lap to sit on the bench. He leaned his head on the ghoul’s broad shoulder, closing his eyes contentedly as he felt Omega’s arm wrapped around him.

“I do not care what Copia did while I was gone,” Terzo spoke more solemnly this time, “I am just glad to have you back, mio amore.”

They sat silently for a moment, basking in the sweet air of each other's presence. With Omega's arm wrapped around him, Terzo reached over to the side of the bench, plucking out a plump marigold from its plant. He brought it over to them both, smelling it and humming.

“I love marigolds,” Terzo began, holding it up for Omega to smell it as well. “They always remind me of this festival, the lantern festival. They are quite popular in China. And Japan. Not here in Linköping, though, I have checked. Many times.”

Terzo twirled the flower around in his fingers.

“Marigolds? Or the lantern festival?” Omega asked.

“Both if they have any taste.” Terzo smiled. “No, I mean the festivals. They light hundreds of thousands- Omega ghoul, have you ever watched Tangled?” Terzo looked up at him questioningly. Omega pursed his lips with a smile, looking away, knowing he was about to offend his movie obsessed partner.

“No, I haven't.”

“We will watch it tonight!” Terzo exclaimed, tucking the marigold behind Omega's ear. Omega chuckled, allowing Terzo to adorn him with the brightly colored flower. “You will see how pretty it is. It is a good movie. I wish I could get married at the lantern festival.”

Omega began to stare off into space upon hearing Terzo's confession.

”What?” Alpha called in response to the urgent knock on his door. He was in the middle of fixing his hair, squeezing a handful of mousse into it. He would never admit it, but he had an intricate hair care routine. He stuffed his products in the cupboard under the bathroom sink as he ventured into the main part of his room, opening the door.

”I need your help with something.” Omega breathed out, fidgeting with his fingers.

Alpha raised a brow. He opened the door wider and allowed Omega in, shutting the door behind him.

“What is it? Oh, don’t even tell me. You want me to make you 500 candles again for a date with Terzo, don’t you?” Alpha rolled his eyes, but he was not seriously annoyed. Omega parted his lips to speak, blush spreading across his face, but nothing came out. Alpha’s expression softened.

”What?”

“Well… Kind of.” Omega shrugged. “Lanterns. Lots… Lots of lanterns. Terzo’s been telling me about this lantern festival he wanted to go to, but it’s not in Linköping. So I want to make it for him.”

”Never heard of it,” Alpha crossed his arms, noting Omega’s fast pace. “Why?”

“He’s been- Well, he’s just-“ Omega stuttered, his chest puffed out, “he just likes it and I wanna do it. Can you help?”

Alpha paused, studying Omega’s body language with the worst RBF Alpha had ever produced. His silence prompted Omega to continue his rambling.

“And I already know, it’s a fire hazard, but I talked to Copia and he said yes as long as the water ghouls are around. Plus, you can also let the lanterns float in the lake. And I will ask Dew and Ifirit to help but I know they are busy with the rituals, so-“

“What’s going on?” Alpha interrupted with a smirk, idly shifting his weight back and forth on each foot. “What’s this for, big guy?”

Omega held his breath for a moment, debating on whether he was going to lie or not. Finally, he decided there was no point and he exhaled, reaching in his pocket as he looked down. He pulled out a small jewelry box and opened it delicately. Alpha’s jaw dropped as his eyes landed on a beautiful ruby ring, glistening with pink and white moissanite that lined the metal band of the ring.

“Holy shit.” Alpha spat out. He raised his hands, looking up at Omega for permission to hold it. Omega nodded.

”Just… Careful.” Omega choked, his nerves apparent. Alpha carefully picked it out of the box, looking all around it.

“How fucking much did you pay for this?” Alpha laughed as he looked at it.

”Uh… Well, I bought it from Earth a week ago. He made it.” Omega watched sheepishly as Alpha examined it in awe before putting it back in the box.

“How much?” Alpha repeated. Omega bit his lip.

”Uh… 22 thousand krona.” Omega blushed deeply at the price. Alpha’s hair burst into flames at the tag.

”Jesus fuck!” Alpha exclaimed.

“I make a lot more now that I’m in the infirmary!” Omega defended. Alpha patted out the flame on his head, eyes still locked on Omega.

”He does not need a 22 thousand krona ring!” Alpha laughed. Omega blushed even more.

“He deserves it, though.” Omega murmured.

“He’s gonna fucking love it.” Alpha reassured. “Yes, I’ll help you with the lanterns. When?”

”Sunday. I still need some time to plan it. I'm gonna, uh… Propose that night. After the lanterns are lit.” Omega fidgeted with the ring on his finger anxiously.

“Okay,” Alpha. Followed as Omega moved to leave the room. “Knowing him, you'll be married the next day.”

Omega smiled, his temples beginning to hurt from grinning so much.

“Thank you.” Omega waved and shut the door, drawing in a deep breath as he began to walk down the hallway to join his future husband in their suite for the night.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #terzo #papa emeritus iii #terzomega #omega ghoul #omega3 #terzo x omega #omega x terzo #alpha ghoul #ghost fanfiction #terzomega fanfiction

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 6 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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thesunshinedawn · 2 months ago

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—Terzo x Omega—

• "Two teens gazing up at the stars from the ministry's rooftop, marveling at the night's beauty and momentarily forgetting that infernal creatures and humans weren't meant to be together."

"Omega," the prince called out, his eyes aglow with excitement as he gazed up at the stars scattered across the heavens. "Do you think we become stars when we die?" Omega's ear twitched as he analyzed the prince's expression when their eyes met. "Stars?" he repeated, savoring the word. "I don't know." The ghoul shrugged, despite being reclined. "There are so many myths and contradictions that it's hard to stick with just one. I should know, having been born in hell. Even down there, there's no conclusive proof that people become something more on the lower levels."

A brief pause settled in, filling the small gap that the crickets couldn't fill. After a while of subtle glances from Omega, Terzo spoke up again. "Yeah, you're right. Probably hell, heaven, or just the void – it's all waiting for us." The prince placed his hands on his chest, his eyes drifting back to the vast blackness surrounding the globe. "I think it's just... nice. Thinking that at least a beautiful part of the universe will send a sign to the people down here that we existed. The greatest ones, the brightest."

The ghoul followed Terzo's gaze, his eyes returning to the stars. A warm silence enveloped them.

"Maybe comforting."

Omega had only seen stars when he was summoned from hell, and he couldn't deny their beauty – like abstract white paint splattered across the vast canvas of their world. Yet, as he learned more about the surface with each passing day and year, one star in particular caught his attention. "Look at that one," the prince said, his slender, pale finger pointing to a noticeably brighter star than the others surrounding it. "Who do you think it was? A beautiful woman? A genius inventor?" He continued to spin scenarios, his genuine curiosity never leaving his face, even beneath his face paint. "They must have been very important for their star to shine so brightly."

But little did he know that, for Omega, the brightest and most beautiful star of all was lying right beside him.

"So, this is actually my second fanfiction, so please be kind to me. My first one is posted on Ao3, Merry Christmas to Me and it's a bit graphic - I might share it here someday. This time, I wanted to try something different from my usual writing style, so I decided to create a wholesome, short interaction featuring my favorite ghost ship.

(Also, I'm not sure why the quality of the drawing decreased. If anyone knows how to fix it, please let me know!)"

Edit: MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD THE FIRST PART OF THE TEXT, SINCE I WAS WRITING THIS ON NOTES 😭 (i’m so sorry)

Thank you for reading!

#terzomega #omega3 #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost band au #gay #fanfic #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #terzo emeritus #omega ghoul #omega ghost #terzo x omega #omegaiii #wholesome #my favorite gays #art #writerscommunity

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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…

>>> Wattpad | AO3 | or down here 👇🏻

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugs, not even surprised to see me there.

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

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

"I understand."

"Do you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods convincingly. "Absolutely!"

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

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

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

"Are you having fun?"

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

"Yes, yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's go to the bathroom?"

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

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

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

"You too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is there room for me too?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I like it like this."

Me too, sometimes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we'll smoke it together.

#the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #young terzo #papa emeritus terzo #terzomega #omega3 #omega ghoul #copia #papa emeritus lll #bottom terzo #Dom omega

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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.)

#you know we needed a banger for friday the 13th #rectober 2023 #terzo x omega #terzomega #my belovedsss #omega3 #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo emeritus #omega ghoul #the band ghost fic rec #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic

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mintea-in-space · 11 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?

Ao3 link

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Chapters will be added as I go along!

#mintea writes #the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iv #omega ghoul #memory loss au #ghoul terzo au #ghost bc #fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #omega3 #omegaiii #papa copia #papa iv #ghost fanfiction #The Rumble That’s Calling #trtc

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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!

Read on Ao3

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #terzomega #omega3 #mushy may #papa emeritus lll #omega ghoul #quintessence ghoul #alpha ghoul #fire ghoul #nameless ghouls #rattleroze

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evereverest2 · 5 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.”

“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.

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.”

buy me a kofi <3

#tw wounds #wound care #fluff #comfort #terzomega #terzo x omega #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii #ghost terzo #omega ghost #omega ghoul #omega3 #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #writing #the band ghost #worship the eversnake

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ofthemorningstars · 3 months 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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puuuders · 3 months ago

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Brat ~ Terzomega oneshot

Smut

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

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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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago

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Teaser for my upcoming TerzOmega breeding fic, which is set to come out either December 6th or 7th, depending on my schedule. NSFW below the cut, 18+ ONLY MINORS ABSOLUTELY DNI

Update: FIC IS UP

CW: Breeding and implications of mpreg(cis)

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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago

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Impossibly Impassioned

TerzOmega ~ Breeding Kink ~ Resurrection AU

4.9k words Post-Breeding Companion Fic/Sequel

AO3 Version

" 'Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,' was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. "

Terzo and Omega get up to some babymaking.

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

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Terzo was frustrated.

He had been aiming to spread his frustration to his husband as well, but Omega’s silence on the other end of their text thread was deafening. Terzo thought for sure that his messages would drive Omega wild, would have him begging for Terzo to make up an excuse to come home early.

“Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,” was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. His smug self-satisfied attitude faded after the first five minutes with no response, quickly turning into disappointment and despair.

Ever since it became possible for them to conceive, ever since there had been hope for starting a family despite their anatomy… they had been insatiable. They tried to have every encounter end with Omega cumming in Terzo, unwilling to waste a single opportunity, a single ounce of potential. For their entire relationship, they had reluctantly accepted that they were biologically incompatible. That was until they learned that with enough work and sacrifice and black magic, they could be. Primo wasn't happy to be helping facilitate their mission with his own research and instruction, but he owed them. Now that the real work was done, the fun could begin.

Terzo was so let down by Omega ignoring him that he considered finding an excuse to stay late. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed after having put himself out there like that. He took a risk, and it didn’t pay off; his face grew hot every time he thought about it for too long. Deciding to bite the bullet and head home on time anyway, he finished up what he was doing and made the trek back to their chambers. Hesitating for a split second, he unlocked the door, almost nervous. Breathe, he told himself. It’s just Omega. His heart was still pounding in his ears regardless.

“I’m home, amore! I missed you toda–” was all he could get out before Omega appeared seemingly out of nowhere, pinning him to the closed door with his body. Terzo’s senses immediately zeroed in on the feeling of Omega’s erection pressing into his stomach. The enticing heat of Omega’s hard length through his boxer briefs was enough to distract Terzo from the fact that Omega was nude, save for his underwear, a fact that it took his brain too long to process. All of his dusky-grey skin was on full display; Terzo wanted to touch every inch.

“Finally,” Omega murmured, licking up Terzo’s neck possessively. “I’ve been waiting for you all day, you little tease.” He growled low in Terzo’s ear before biting the lobe, his usual gentleness absent. Terzo felt the pinch of pain and yelped, the sensation going straight to his cock.

Omega’s mouth was upon his in an instant, his tongue a welcome intruder. It took Terzo a moment to kiss back, to get into the headspace that he was in when he’d been toying with Omega from his office, but when he found it his need returned with a vengeance. His arms wrapped around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss as Omega began to grind against him. When Omega fondled him through his pants, Terzo pulled away, unable to suppress the cocky grin that threatened to overtake his face.

“I take it you did see my texts, then?” Terzo quipped. Omega snarled lightly at him, baring his fangs. Terzo didn’t have a chance to react before he was dragged to the bedroom by his shirt collar. Omega slammed the bedroom door behind them, stripping Terzo in record time and tossing him roughly onto the bed. When Omega finally sprung free from his underwear, his impressive length rock hard and flushed, glistening with precum, Terzo’s mouth began to water.

Omega grabbed the lube from their nightstand, quickly prepping. He glared at Terzo while he stroked himself, as if daring him to protest his aggressive treatment. Terzo wouldn't dream of it. Satisfied with the job he’d done, Omega pushed Terzo flat on his back and propped his hips up on two fluffy pillows.

Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation as Omega got himself into position, claws digging into Terzo’s thighs, spreading him wide. This forceful side of Omega rarely came out to play, and Terzo found it exhilarating. Omega pushed inside, only going slow enough to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt his partner. He let out a guttural groan as he was fully seated.

“Nn... Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m gonna creampie your tight little hole,” Omega hissed through gritted teeth as he began to move. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my cum inside you?” Terzo was already panting, having been given no time to adjust before Omega started thrusting. “You want me to put a baby in you? Isn’t that what you said?” Omega made intense eye contact, Terzo finding himself unable to look away.

“Omega–!” was all that Terzo could manage. Omega growled, tightening his grip on Terzo's thighs.

“That’s not an answer, Terzo. Use your words like a good boy.” Omega thrust up into him hard to spur a better response. Terzo threw his head back, Omega stimulating his prostate in the most delicious way. Precum was already pooling on his stomach. He was almost embarrassed about how violently turned on he was so soon; he was positively aching, throbbing a little harder with every word that left Omega's mouth.

“O-Omega! Please cum in me, Omega, I need it so bad, please, oh fuck… Please!” Terzo begged with a needy whine, moving his hips in time with Omega’s. He wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist, trying to draw him in deeper. Omega chuckled darkly.

“That’s better… That’s better. My good little cumslut. You look so pretty with my cock in you...” Omega’s voice was syrupy sweet.

Looking down, Terzo saw a bulge in his belly appear and disappear due to Omega’s massive size. He felt like he was going to pass out from arousal, having to look away. Omega rode him mercilessly until Terzo was mewling and begging incoherently beneath him.

“You were made to take this cock. Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna wreck you, you’re all mine.” He could tell that Omega was getting worked up by his own dirty talk, his thrusts growing more forceful. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, punishing Terzo with his body. “I’m gonna fucking breed you, Terzo. Tell me that’s what you want and I’ll do it.” Omega’s hands wandered over Terzo’s hips, his thighs, claws digging hard and leaving deep scratches that began to dew with drops of blood. Omega was marking him. Terzo shuddered.

“Sì! Oh fuck, breed me, please, I need to carry your kits…” The words came out in a rush before he could think about what he was saying. It was true. The thought of finally being impregnated by his husband after all their years together, of being full of Omega’s kits, was intoxicating. It was all he could think about, and not just when they fucked anymore. It was constantly in the back of his mind, a brutal yearning that consumed him. He needed to be Omega’s in every way possible. Satanas, he wanted to have Omega’s babies so badly. Terzo writhed beneath his lover’s ministrations, squirming and struggling for air as he throbbed hard, his body on fire with want. “Aa–! Omega, you fuck me so good…”

“I’m gonna pump you so full, you’re gonna look so beautiful, all big and round and heavy with my kits. Everyone’s going to see what a naughty little slut you are. They’re gonna know you’re mine, that I bred you.” Omega leaned down to bite Terzo’s shoulder, fangs sinking in deep and drawing blood. Terzo cried out, a hand flying to the back of Omega’s head to hold him closer. Omega drank greedily, his thrusts becoming shallow due to their position. When he finally pulled away after taking his fill, Omega gave the wound a long lick, relishing the taste. Terzo felt like he was going to combust. Omega sat back up, resuming his punishing rhythm.

“You’re such a whore for me.” Terzo saw Omega’s teeth still washed faintly red as he licked his lips to clean up any remaining mess. “My pretty little whore, always so hungry for my cock.” Terzo moaned louder with each thrust, fists balled up in the sheets. Terzo was so close, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself with abandon. Omega swatted his hand away, reaching into Terzo’s mind with his quintessence and forcibly stopping the orgasm that Terzo had been on the brink of. Terzo was on the verge of tears, whining loudly in protest.

“Ah ah... If you want me to fill your tight little hole up with my seed, you’ve got to earn every drop. You’ve got to work for it. I know how bad you need it, I can feel it, but you’ve got to tell me yourself.” Omega flashed him a wicked grin. Terzo did cry this time as he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. The mounting pleasure was building up, creating so much pressure inside of him with no way to release it under Omega’s control. He bit his tongue against a scream.

“Omega, please let me cum, please, fuck, I can’t fucking take it,” Terzo moaned. “I need your cum inside me, I need it more than anything. Fill me up with your kits, make me yours,” he whimpered breathlessly. He was struggling to get the words out, but he knew they were his only ticket to salvation.

“No. If you want me to put a kit in you, I need to hear you scream for it,” Omega snarled. “I want the whole fucking abbey to hear you screaming for my cock.” He reached into Terzo’s mind, amplifying his pleasure even further. A scream wrenched its way from Terzo’s throat. In the only distant corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, he idly wondered if anyone else really could hear him. He didn’t care anymore. Let them hear how mad Omega was driving him, how hard he was getting fucked.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, Terzo was finally, finally allowed his release. His back arched so hard that his hips nearly came off of the bed, his cum spurting with such force that some of it landed on his face. He screamed again, his cries echoing off the walls of their bedroom. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, the pleasure almost painful, until finally it eased away with a pathetic whimper. Omega continued thrusting as Terzo came down, Terzo squirming as his oversensitive prostate was stimulated.

“Cum in me, Omega, please cum in me… I need your cum so bad… Please give me a baby,” Terzo whispered. Omega lost it, shooting his hot load into Terzo with a shout of his own. Omega kept moving through his orgasm, pumping slowly even after he’d finished, wanting to fuck his seed in deeper. When he could no longer keep going, he reluctantly pulled out, collapsing between Terzo’s legs with his head on Terzo's flat stomach. He lavished it with kisses, and Terzo reached down to entwine one of their hands together.

Omega pulled his hand away after a minute to delicately run his fingers along the raised welts he’d left on Terzo’s hips and thighs in a silent apology. Terzo gazed at him tenderly, running a hand through his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, mio caro. I love it when you mark me up.” Terzo meant it with every fiber of his being. Omega cracked a small smile, looking up at Terzo with eyes full of adoration. He rubbed Terzo’s belly slowly, his expression morphing into something more wistful.

“I hope it takes this time,” Omega said quietly. Terzo stroked the ghoul’s horns.

“I hope so too.”

“You're so good to me, tesoro,” Omega whispered against Terzo’s skin. The corners of Terzo’s eyes crinkled. His smile was infectious, soon spreading to Omega.

“I love you. You deserve nothing less,” Terzo crowed. “My beautiful ghoul.” Omega pulled him closer, nuzzling against him.

When Terzo began to yawn and rub his eyes, Omega helped him to the ensuite, running a bath for them both. Terzo knew Omega thought the water temperatures that Terzo preferred were just a step below the heat of the pit, but Omega always obliged him, bathing with him regardless. They’d always bathed and showered together for nearly the entirety of their three decades as a couple. A thought struck Terzo: he wondered if Omega had showered in the same temperature water as they always had together while Terzo was dead. He swallowed hard. Tonight was not the night to ask such a question. He banished the thought before Omega could pick up on the creeping sadness with his quintessence.

Before they got in, Omega sat Terzo on the edge of the bathtub, carefully cleaning Terzo’s bite and scratches. He kissed each one before swabbing them gently with peroxide, not wanting to subject his mate to the sting of rubbing alcohol. Terzo wouldn’t have minded if he did; it was simply a reminder of being claimed. He smiled fondly down at his husband as he took care of him so tenderly.

When they got settled into the water, Omega insisted that they wash first so that the water wouldn’t cool before they finished bathing this time. Omega couldn’t have his little human mate getting cold, especially not now that they were trying to get pregnant. They took their time sudsing each other up, Omega scrubbing at Terzo’s hair lightly with shampoo with his claws while Terzo hummed to him. When they were both clean they relaxed together, Terzo leaning back against Omega. The ghoul couldn’t take his hands off of him, his fingers dancing over the skin of Terzo’s belly. What started as gentle kisses to Terzo’s neck quickly escalated into Omega sucking and biting, leaving blooming bruises in his wake.

Omega’s touch grew bolder and traveled lower until he was teasing his way through the v of Terzo’s hips. He teased around where Terzo wanted him, spreading his legs and caressing his inner thighs. Soon Terzo was breathing hard through his nose, leaning harder against Omega. He felt Omega’s cock twitch against his back, miraculously hard again. Terzo was getting there too, the throbbing between his legs becoming difficult to ignore.

“Again, amore mio?” Terzo laughed, trying to hide how pleased he was with this development.

“Mm, how can I resist? I’m about to make you the father of my children, what’s more attractive than that?” Omega nuzzled into the crook of his neck, luxuriating in the scent of his skin before kissing along the scar that he found there. Terzo shivered at his words, his cock jumping.

“Is that a threat?”

“No, mio amato. It’s a promise.” His hand found Terzo’s shaft, stroking leisurely along his length and teasing his tip in slow circles. Terzo groaned, letting his head fall back against Omega’s shoulder, feeling himself grow harder in Omega’s hand by the second. When Terzo began to subtly thrust, Omega stopped, withdrawing his touch. Terzo whined at the loss.

“So impatient, tesoro…” Omega murmured against Terzo’s skin. “I think we should get out now. We don’t want to waste a single drop of my cum, do we?” There was a smile evident in Omega’s voice, and Terzo shook his head emphatically.

After they’d toweled off, Omega caught Terzo by the chin, kissing him fiercely. His other hand wandered down Terzo’s lean, muscled body, pumping him quickly. Terzo moaned into his mouth before needing to break away to catch his breath. Omega released him to cup and squeeze Terzo’s ample ass, clawed fingers kneading. Before Terzo knew what was happening, he was being lifted. He wrapped his legs around Omega, meeting his lips in a bruising kiss while he stroked along his jaw.

Omega swept their belongings off of the cluttered bathroom counter with little regard, both of them ignoring the sound of things clattering to the floor. He sat Terzo down on the edge of it, never breaking their kiss. When Omega did pull away, it was so he could trail his lips down Terzo’s body. He made a stop at Terzo’s nipples, Terzo gasping and arching at the attention being given to one of his most sensitive areas. To Terzo’s surprise, Omega dropped to his knees before him on the floor, nudging Terzo’s legs apart. He didn’t need much prompting, spreading wide for Omega.

Terzo was treated to Omega licking his hole with the flat of his forked tongue before swirling around his rim. Terzo gasped again, the sensations catching him off guard. Omega hummed against him and Terzo groaned, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure up his spine.

Omega prodded at Terzo’s mind with his quintessence, asking to be let in, to connect their minds. Terzo eagerly let him in, and Omega groaned at being able to feel his own tongue flicking against Terzo the way his lover did. When Omega began to touch himself, Terzo moaned at the sensation coursing over their bond, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Omega was diamond-hard and dripping onto the floor, throbbing with every heartbeat.

When Omega’s tongue slipped inside, Terzo cried out. His hands gripped Omega’s horns, pulling his soft white hair, unable to settle. He squeezed Omega’s head tightly between his thighs, squirming when Omega let out a muffled chuckle. He could feel it as Omega tasted himself inside Terzo, letting his eyes flutter closed at the surge of arousal this stirred in his ghoul. Omega directed his thoughts at him, conveying one word that nearly sent Terzo over the edge.

“ Mine.”

Omega projected some of his recurring fantasies into Terzo’s head: Terzo, lounging bare in their bed, heavy with their child as he beckons Omega forward. Lazily fucking up into Terzo while he sits in his lap with his back to Omega’s chest, his hands exploring Terzo’s swollen belly. Pounding into Terzo with his face buried in the sheets, his ass in the air to take some of the weight of his rounded middle off of his back.

Terzo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the onslaught of images, his thighs clamping down harder around Omega’s ears. All he could do was think back the word “ Please ,” trying to convey how badly he wanted all of those things. Omega decided now would be the perfect time to reach up and begin stroking Terzo again, working him hard and fast while his tongue continued its assault. Omega was chasing Terzo’s pleasure more than his own, determined to break him. Soon Terzo’s chest was heaving, leaving him fighting for air.

“Wait–” Terzo stopped him, struggling to get the words out. Omega let his hand fall away but his tongue continued. “Your cock– I need your cock inside me… Oh fuck, Omega, please fuck me–!” Terzo knew that his begging was music to Omega’s ears. He groaned as he felt the bolt of lust that shot through Omega at his words. Omega disentangled himself from Terzo’s legs, quickly rising to his feet and hurrying to their bedroom. Terzo hated to see him go, but didn’t mind the view. Omega returned within seconds with a black bottle in hand, sloppily preparing himself and getting into position.

Omega slammed balls deep into Terzo in an instant, not giving him any time to adjust before he set a brutal rhythm. Terzo let out a moan so loud that it was nearly a yell in response to being so full, so thoroughly fucked, so suddenly. He clung onto Omega’s shoulders, fingernails digging in and dragging down Omega’s back as though he were trying to leave marks of his own. Through Omega’s quintessence, Terzo felt his own tight warmth and pressure the way that Omega did, felt the maddening desire coursing through Omega’s veins.

“Your hole belongs to me… You… Your body, your soul … belongs to me,” Omega spat through gritted teeth, sliding his hands under Terzo’s ass and digging his claws into his cheeks. Omega’s teeth sank into Terzo’s unmarred shoulder, hard enough to draw blood again, laying further claim to him. Terzo shivered as he felt Omega’s bottomless, insatiable appetite for his lover. Omega only released him when he could feel Terzo drawing close.

“Delicious,” Omega whispered in Terzo’s ear. Terzo began to tighten around Omega, unable to fight off his release any longer. He came hard on his own stomach, dragging Omega over the edge with him through their bond. Omega’s seed spilled into Terzo, leaking out of him, Omega doing his best to fuck it in deeper. Terzo collapsed into Omega’s arms, Omega chuckling and stroking his raven hair.

When Omega reluctantly pulled out, Terzo tried to stand on shaky legs and nearly fell. Omega caught him just in time. He was gingerly picked up and carried bridal style to their bed. After carefully setting Terzo down on his usual side of the bed, Omega got a towel and cleaned both of them up. Omega made sure their phones were plugged in and settled down bedside Terzo, laying his head on Terzo’s bare chest. Terzo felt a wave of warmth and love and a possessive protectiveness for his husband wash over him. His fingers carded through Omega’s hair as they basked in the afterglow together, soaking up the feel-good hormones.

Omega’s hand came to rest on Terzo’s stomach, like it often did these days. There was little wonder why; there was nothing in this world that either of them wanted more than to have a family together. A previously locked door they had spent decades crying in front of was now open to them, and they were racing hand in hand to see what was on the other side. Terzo pulled Omega close to his body, placing an affectionate kiss to the top of his head while his free hand rubbed up and down Omega’s back.

“What are we gonna name them, tesoro?” Omega said dreamily, almost sleepily. Terzo couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. They’d had this conversation many times over the previous months. Terzo had never once wavered in his stance, no matter how much he had been tempted to.

“You know we cannot talk about that until we are sure, mio caro,” Terzo warned him, but his tone was light. He was so close to giving in, he wanted to so badly; he just couldn't bear that much extra heartache, should their attempts fail. Omega made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine as he huffed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just get so excited… I can’t wait to meet them. I can’t wait to have a kit with you.” Omega sighed. Terzo’s heart ached, years of deep sorrow only barely masked by their newfound hope. Terzo knew Omega must be picking up on the pangs of sadness shooting through him and didn’t want it to ruin their night, but he couldn’t stop it. Omega pressed a lingering kiss to Terzo’s bare skin, projecting feelings of calm reassurance onto him. It helped, at least a little.

“I love you so much, Terzo, you are everything to me. The only thing in any realm that matters.”

One kiss turned into two, then three, and then Omega’s mouth was roaming across the expanse of Terzo’s chest, taking his time. Omega’s breath grew heavy and hot against Terzo’s skin. When Omega’s tongue came out to give Terzo’s nipple a long lick, Terzo inhaled sharply, his body jolting. Omega kissed the overly-sensitive flesh at first, then began sucking and nipping, his tongue flicking and swirling around it. Terzo felt himself throb almost painfully as his tired body struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations.

Omega sat up to reach the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while Terzo twitched and writhed. His hand found Terzo’s cock, lightly running his clawed fingers up and down his shaft. Terzo jumped.

“Ah–! A-amore, I do not think I can do it again… not tonight. I am drained. I have nothing left in me to give…” Terzo reluctantly admitted. Omega pressed himself against Terzo’s leg, already half hard.

“Mm, but I still have plenty to give you.” Omega still sounded impossibly turned on. He kissed his way up Terzo’s neck until he came to rest at his earlobe, biting. “Do you want it? I’ll give it all to you if that’s what you want. You have all of me, always.” Terzo took a long moment to think about it.

“Sì. Give me everything you have left. I want all of you…” Terzo was aching with need, unable to fight the fire raging within him. He reached over to grasp Omega’s cock, pumping him in slow strokes. Omega’s mouth latched back onto Terzo’s nipple, working him harder this time. Terzo squeaked. He released Omega to cup and stroke his balls, earning a low groan. Omega released him with a soft sound.

“Roll over for me, mio amato,” Omega murmured. Terzo knew what he wanted, moving to face away from his husband. Omega spooned up next to him, grinding against Terzo’s ass. Terzo reached to grab the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table and passed it to him, and Omega rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. Terzo hummed happily.

Preparing himself quickly, Omega grabbed Terzo’s leg, slinging it over his own for easier access. Terzo sobbed as Omega slowly slipped inside, overstimulated but desperately craving more. After letting out a shuddering sigh of relief, Omega gave Terzo a moment before he began to move. He was gentle, moving in long, smooth thrusts. An arm snaked its way around Terzo, pulling his hips closer to his body, wanting to go deeper. His hand began to play with Terzo’s cock, but Terzo whimpered pitifully.

“I’m sorry, mia ombra, that is too much. I can't handle it,” Terzo said, his voice thick with remorse. Omega nuzzled against the back of Terzo’s neck as he let him go.

“Don’t apologize, mio amato, it’s ok,” he cooed, kissing the bite he’d left on Terzo’s shoulder. He moved his hand to Terzo’s lower belly, feeling the impact of his own cock. Terzo shivered, want mounting but knowing he’d be unable to finish; he was simply too sensitive. He shed a tear in frustration, deciding to close his eyes and instead revel in how good he already felt.

Omega’s hands began to map out Terzo’s body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. When he once again got to Terzo’s nipples, he began to play with them, circling and tweaking. Terzo made a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan, pushing back into Omega. He’d meant it when he said he wanted all of his partner, every inch. Soon Omega’s thrusts grew faster, more frantic, panting in Terzo’s ear. Terzo started to pant along with him at being ridden so hard. When Omega came in Terzo one final time, snarling almost painfully as his claws dug hard into Terzo’s hip, Terzo didn’t cum in return. He was too worn out, and he was ok with that. He was simply happy to have satisfied his husband, to have been filled up with his seed again.

They lay there entwined together as they caught their breath, Omega still buried in Terzo’s ass, whispering praise and sweet nothings to him. Terzo had nearly fallen asleep when Omega finally decided to withdraw. Rolling over and stumbling to his feet, Omega retrieved the towel and again cleaned them up. Terzo selfishly missed his warmth, but he knew they’d be uncomfortable in the morning if he didn’t. When Omega crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around him, Terzo turned in his hold, nuzzling his face into Omega’s soft white chest hair. They pressed their bodies together tightly, both wanting to be as close as possible.

“Omega?” Terzo asked quietly.

“Yeah?” Omega’s voice was soft in answer. His claws drew unseen patterns on Terzo’s back that almost tickled.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” There was sadness in Terzo’s voice that he couldn’t hide. Omega squeezed him tighter.

“Yes, mia luce. Yes. I know it will, I feel it in my heart. We are destined to have a family. We have fought so hard to get here, defied so many impossible odds. Our fates are intertwined. You are my miracle, and we will get another.” Omega’s tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. Terzo teared up, nodding as Omega’s words sank in. He felt safe and warm, full of love for the ghoul holding him. Full of love for their potential family, a love that he was still learning not to be afraid of.

He drifted off in Omega’s embrace to blissful dreams of a coveted future, flooded with images of a beautiful little girl who looked just like his husband. He hoped to meet her someday.

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