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Ummm
Sub terzo bc I love drawing thighs
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Cw: uhh post orgasm shenaynays, crying-
Full version here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1-2kuu8gXvtRy_8meix2e3uqX6TLluVM0
I’m waiting on my dumb ao3 invitation so this will have to do for now
This is the most nsfw thing I’ve ever created with my own filthy hands
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@evereverest2
Here you go cutie pie. Body worship 🍆🍆
It’s a liiiittle sloppy but yk what kinda pp sucking isn’t sloppy
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CW: More crying, fingers in mouth action, booty stuff
Yeahhh I told myself I was gonna take a break after I finished the Lineart but that didn’t happen. in a mood ig 🧍♂️
I like to imagine that ghouls of any gender can go into heat, and this is the result. Rip Terzo
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Yk who you are~
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You are spoiled today, huh?
Content warning: mmmm denial, mmmm physical discipline
Sorry these are a little sloppier. I was drawing so aggressively my arm started to ache. Teehee. Feel free to send me raunchy requests. I am thoroughly enjoying it
Who looks better as a sub?
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Some fluffyish stuff because I’m feelin romantical. I’ve been too aggressive with them lately. Someone wanted me to draw them having morning sex! So I did.
Also, I am not the best writer, but I still think it’s fun. So I wrote a short little somethin’ somethin’ for it. Hope you like <3
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What a dream.
Omega’s dark eyes fluttered open, his heart beating quickly in his chest that was covered in a heaty sweat. He took a moment to ground himself, drawing a deep breath and sighing almost in disappointment. A disappointment that was short lived, as he gently rolled over in his and his tiny lover’s king sized bed, dragging his claws fingers over his side. Terzo, who Omega presumed was still asleep, twitched and giggled at the contact, his hand moving to stop Omega’s. Omega tilted his head slightly and smiled as he propped himself up with his elbow.
“You are not asleep.” Omega teased, letting his fingers continue to climb across Terzo’s side. Terzo squeaked and rolled around, grabbing Omega’s wrist and smiling up at him.
”I never said I was asleep.”
Omega shrugged. The palm of his hand now rested on Terzo’s bare stomach, his eyes flickering down and watching it rise as he breathed. His grin faded, the memory of his dream returning at the sight of Terzo’s body. Terzo noticed.
”What is that look for, amore?” Tero asked, subtly lifting his thigh so that his knee peeked out from the covers. Omega let out a quiet growl. Terzo knew what he was doing.
”I had a dream.” Omega slid back down a bit, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Terzo’s neck. Terzo hummed and gasped as he felt Omega’s tongue slip out and rub gently against his skin.
”Oh…” Terzo sighed, moving his head so Omega had more access. Omega took this as a sign of permission to further his advances. He moved one leg over Terzo’s hips, positioning himself in a half straddling, half spooning way, grinding slowly against his partner’s thigh. Terzo felt Omega’s erection rubbing, poking into him, making him grow impatient and bratty. As a result, he coyly rolled on to his stomach, wrapping his arms around his pillow and grinning as he heard Omega huff. His cock now pressed against Terzo’s ass, Omega gripped his thighs, spreading Terzo open and lining himself up.
”Gentle…” Terzo pleaded. Omega nodded although Terzo could not see. He slowly began to press into him.
Terzo whimpered. He always felt so much stiffer and, subsequently tighter, in the mornings at his middle age. They did not have morning sex often. But today was a day where it would not be possible to not indulge.
Omega’s lips parted as he pushed halfway in, gently caressing Terzo’s stomach and hips as he squirmed and adjusted to Omega’s massive size. Omega showed his support via kisses along his shoulders and upper arms, and then pressed his fingers into Terzo’s body as he slowly rocked into him.
“Yes…” Terzo whimpered into his pillow, backing his ass up against Omega to encourage him. Omega groaned, thrusting faster, occasionally whining and sighing along with his partner. Before long, Omega had found himself holding Terzo’s thighs up, his cock buried in his ass. He kissed Terzo with a burning passion, occasionally stopping to listen to Terzo’s incoherent, quiet babbling before going back in to taste some more.
The last couple of minutes of their interaction was slow. They both enjoyed when Omega would pull out almost entirely before thrusting back in fully, making Terzo arch his back and let out sharp whines. Omega’s hands were tangled in Terzo’s hair and the same was for Terzo, both of them huffing and whimpering quickly, reaching climax and finishing with their tongues slamming against each other simultaneously. Terzo giggled breathily, wrapping his wrists around Omega’s damp shoulders and neck.
”Ti amo, mostriciatto.”
”Ti amo…”
Welp there goes my fluffy mood bc a certain pal of mine decided to absolutely break my brain with the most SCRUMMMMMM DIDDLY UMPTIOUS fic I’ve ever read. sloppy kisses on the lips for you everest. Here’s a gift
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A tasteful nude of poor Omega in his rut, because I’ve been intrigued by that concept for a little bit
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I didn’t think I would enjoy drawing nsfw stuff as much as I do- usually I just do a loose sketch Lineart thing but maybe I will start putting more effort into them like this one
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SUCH a good boy. 💕
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Pspspsps here’s some food you sluts
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I’m not sure how Omega manages to fit that thing in any part of Terzo’s body. But he makes it fit
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@evereverest2 and I have been cooking something up for you Little Monster fans… A prequel comic.
Will be posted all at once in the next few weeks. 18+. ❤️
In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 5
Ghost fanfiction
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Aaauuugghh this one gets raunchy, it was inevitable. But it's all for the plot... Totally.
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Terzo and the ghouls are on the Popestar tour, and Terzo has a plan to spread HIS message without Sister Imperator getting suspicious.
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Read on AO3
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Contains smut
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The first ritual took place in Rochester, New York, approximately three months after Terzo had ascended to papacy of 2016. That and the other completed concerts of the Popestar tour went phenomenal apart from a few bloopers, much to the surprise and not understood disappointment of Sister Imperator. She refused to attend, and even upon hearing of the success she brushed Terzo off, offering only vague ‘advice’ of “there will always be room for improvement”. There was already so much of that. There was more crowd interaction than ever before; especially during one of the newly written songs that Terzo and his adopted ghouls had produced, called “Cirice”. Terzo would kneel and snatch the hand of a lucky audience member, no matter the gender. His mismatched eyes and practically tangible lust stunned the soul had taken the hand of. To the naked eye, this was everything Sister Imperator wanted for the project: a firm leader with youth, stamina, and sexual charisma.
However, this quickly implemented tradition of delving into the soul of a stranger was not as innocent as it seemed. The new Papa and the only quintessence ghoul had come to a somewhat reluctant agreement days after their first meeting. Alpha was right, there was absolutely nothing to lose. Omega did not trust Terzo necessarily, however he did not have much of a choice. He respected Terzo for the fact that he did hand over the truest power he had over the ghouls, the Grimoire, which is filled with sacred texts and spells that evidently rendered the ghouls powerless at any moment their papa decided. This book was used to abuse Omega and his pack less than a year ago by a more tyrannical leader. Secondo would essentially torture them, finding any excuse of ‘improper’ behavior to cbain them in the basement and perform painful spells. There was an incident where a former ghoul had been banished, the only ghoul to suffer such a fate. It was unclear whether or not this was on purpose or accidental. Now, the Grimoire was in Omega's possession, stored securely under the carpet in the closet of his dorm, with his dresser over top.
The tradition, which was often referred to as “getting Ciriced”, went as such: before the show, Omega would latch on to Terzo's mind, and hold on to that connection until they performed the song. When Terzo would find a member, Omega would channel his quintessence through Papa, much more than his body could take, forcefully transferring it into the member and filling them with Terzo's thoughts instead of Omega's. Of course, this would not be a 100% efficiency rate. They still had free will. However, Terzo would be able to communicate with them telepathically with the spiritual connection, a much deeper level that his lyrics could not reach. That member would spread Terzo's own message, until it was apparent that the vast majority of the crowds were there for Terzo.
The first time this happened, though, did not go as planned.
“Your care for your dear Papa shows more than you would think,” Terzo chuckled, crossing his legs. “There is no need to worry.”
“I have done this many times!” Omega hissed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. “I did it to you before and you… know what it did.”
“Do you think I have no self control?” Terzo tilted his head.
“You will lose all concept of self control, dumb fuck. That's what I'm trying to tell you.”
“Then I will cum in my pants.”
Omega's face flushed in embarrassment.
“Are you serious?”
Terzo shrugged, swiping dust off of his black pants. “My pants are not worth more than this. I have extras anyway! We will do it before intermission, I will cum in my pants, and then break time! Capire?”
Omega stared at him with his mouth slightly open, fangs poking out of his mouth.
“You are disgusting.”
“It is settled. Now, do the thing!”
Omega sighed. It did not feel normal to be responsible for Terzo's future release, but he indirectly owed it to him. He focused his gaze into Terzo's frightening eyes, slowly entering his consciousness. Terzo hummed, feeling parts of him tingle, uncrossing his legs to hide a certain thing between them.
Omega pretended not to notice. He blinked a few times, ensuring he had a tight grip on his mind, and sighed again in stress.
“This is your last chance,” Omega warned, “I am not kidding when I tell you you can't handle it.”
“You think I am weak? I have taken much more!”
Omega scoffed and stood up from his chair.
“Yuck.”
Terzo felt something else other than disgust enter his mind at that moment.
Terzo would be lying if he said he was not filled with a mix of his own and Omega's nerves as the strums of Cirice began. He had taken a quick run backstage to fix his hair while the ghouls played the introduction. He drew a deep breath, shaking his nervous hands like water was on them, and stuffed a cloth down his pants for better measure. He strutted back around stage at his que, singing softly, constantly tossing reassuring glaces at Omega. He could sense that his nerves were worse than his own, and he wouldn't even be the one ejaculating uncontrollably in front of hundreds if not thousands.
Terzo began searching the crowd. He might as well do it while staring into the eyes of someone he found attractive. His heart rate picked up, his hands under his gloves began to sweat. As he approached his devastating verse, Omega mercifully began pushing more and more quintessence into him, so that his brain would not break from the overflow. Finally, he spotted a lady with dark red hair and thick eyeliner, begging for his attention with her bright green eyes. He breathed sharply, the sound echoing into the microphone, and suddenly dropped to his knees, scooping her already waving hand into his own.
Omega squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, coursing every drop of quintessence in him through the smaller man. He cringed as he heard a squeak between words. He was shocked Terzo did not crumble into nothing but a groaning mess.
But that did not mean Terzo didn't cum instantly.
Terzo squeezed her hand tightly, choking out his lyrics through wide eyes as he struggled to contain himself. It was like a never ending orgasm, feeling it in every inch of his body. He watched her eyes light up, feeling a mutual understanding of freedom. That the Clergy was no longer about world domination, but the returning of absolute free will. No more oppression, no filtering of thought and speech, no fear of being sacrificed. The light belonged to the people.
He exhaled heavily, retracting his hand and pulling himself off of his quivering knees. The cloth did well in absorbing his substances as he looked down to check himself. He could not look at Omega, and Omega could not look at him until he finished the song, and the band returned backstage for a 20 minute intermission.
Pebble snickered as he watched his struggling Papa stumble backstage, pushing his weight against the wall as he slid towards the dressing room. The quintessence was still in him, but much lighter. Delta glared as Omega rushed past him without any acknowledgement of his fellow ghouls, bumping into him with his shoulder and following behind Terzo.
“I think Terzo is getting Meg's dick now.” Pebble snickered.
“No he isn't.” Alpha hissed, giving Pebble a look that screamed at him to shut up. Pebble obeyed, looking forward as they walked, feeling the tension emitting from Delta.
“It is necessary.” Alpha spoke softly Delta. Delta didn't look at him, and continued to stare angrily at Omega as the two disappeared into the dressing room.
“I know.”
“Imagine how I feel,” Alpha chuckled, “he hasn't fucked me in months.”
“I don't care about that!” Delta barked in an exasperated tone. “He is going to ruin everything.”
“What do you mean?” Alpha asked. They walked past the dressing room, hearing the click of the lock. Delta growled.
“What do you think would happen if the Clergy found out about that?”
“Omega would-”
“No, we ALL would get sent to the fucking Pit!” He hissed. They walked towards an exit where they stood outside, Delta lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves.
“No,” Aero spoke calmly, usually being the most rational of the ghouls, “just Omega. It was only Earth that got killed.”
“But this is the second fucking time,” Delta's hand began to shake as he struggled to contain himself, “first it's Earth acting up, now Omega- the QUINTESSENCE ghoul! He is the best of the best and he is fucking Terzo, so what will Sister think of us?”
“We don't know if Omega is having relations with Papa.” Aero stated. “If we don't know, how would Sister Imperator ever know? She never checks us.”
“Who knows, but it'll happen. Just like Earth.” Delta muttered the last part under his breath.
“Earth was a dumbass,” Alpha scoffed, “he didn't even try to hide it. It was his fault anyway for being a masochist or something.”
Delta huffed a breath out of his nose in slight amusement.
“Well, true.”
Terzo immediately dropped on to the vanity chair, breathing heavily and looking up at Omega with smudged makeup around his mouth and eyes. He was sweating and exhausted, much more than he usually was during intermissions. He shrugged his jacket off and unbuttoned his white shirt.
Omega looked away respectfully, gradually lowering the quintessence as to not confuse Terzo's brain with the rapid changes of his body. Terzo huffed, and he let out a whine, holding his head up with his fist against the vanity table. His shirt was half unbuttoned and his body shook.
“Are you alright?” Omega asked. Suddenly the quintessence began to drain faster. Terzo gripped the edge of the table.
“I am sorry.” Terzo huffed. He began to drool. Omega listened, hearing the buckle of his belt. “Do not look.”
“Do you need your new pants?” Omega whispered, moving towards Terzo's bag.
“No.”
Omega froze. He continued to listen, now in horror as he heard Terzo grunt, an identifiable wet noise quietly moving. It was loud enough for the quintessence to transfer a silent message between them.
“I can't help it.” Terzo whined in response. “I can't help it.”
Omega's heart was racing as he stood completely still, facing away from Terzo, listening to his noises. Terzo gasped as the quintessence pumped again through him.
“Ghoul…” Terzo huffed, turning in his chair, clawing at the back of it.
“Finish…” Omega whispered. “Hurry up.”
“Come here-”
“No.” Omega snapped.
Terzo whined again and his hand flew back down, covering his mouth with his other and jerking wildly. He had no patience to beg for help at the moment, every fiber of his being focused on cumming again at his own will this time. Omega could feel his pleasure, practically torturing himself by continuing the flow of magic, but he could not bring himself to stop. It was in his nature to feed on other's lust, to encourage it. He dug his nails into his own thighs, gritting his teeth, trying his best to ignore his throbbing erection. He could not do this with his Papa. He could not do this with a human, he could not do this with-
Terzo let out a loud, almost agonizing whimper like an animal in heat, hiccuping his breaths that sent a shockwave through Omega. Omega suddenly clutched onto Terzo's mind, refusing to allow him to finish, and turned around at the same moment.
“You-!” Terzo gasped as his eyes fluttered open to yell at Omega, only to find himself getting shoved to the ground. Omega tore his pants off with a growl, and then his own, looping his arms around Terzo's thighs that hung in the air.
Terzo's mouth hung open, staring desperately, watching Omega's cock spring out and disappear behind his thighs at the same moment. He barely had any time to think, not that he could with the quintessence taking over every cell of his body, before Omega spat on himself and stroked.
“We won't do this again,” Omega growled, his voice quivering. “Understand? Never again.”
“Dont say that when you are horny,” Terzo whimpered. “You may not mean it.”
“I mean it!” Omega pressed his tip against Terzo's entrance with force. Terzo gasped and spread his legs open further, one hand flying to grip the leg of the vanity table and his other stroking himself. He threw his head back, arching his hips as Omega pushed inside, moaning mindlessly.
“Shut up!” Omega hissed, thrusting slowly at first. “Be quiet!”
Terzo continued to wail with a mix of “please” and “yes”. It was enough to turn Omega as brainless as him, thrusting sloppily and rough, his thumbs pressing painfully hard into the dips of Terzo's shaking and bouncing hips.
Omega had never acted on a temptation so risky, and he never thought he would, especially so aggressively. He drilled into Terzo with no regard to how small he was, or how he could hurt him. It was not because he didn't care, but because he was just as overwhelmed as Terzo was. Though the erotic look on his face told him everything he needed to know about how Terzo felt. It only made him fuck harder, delivering everything he had to turn Terzo into a mess. He began to question why he relented for so long. There was truly nothing for him to lose except himself.
Terzo gripped Omega's arms as he held his breath. White streams of cum sputtered out of him, hitting his own stomach and Omega's chest that hovered over him. He left small scratch marks on Omega's arms, which, for some reason, drove Omega over the edge. He buried himself in, stopping his thrusts and threw his own head back, filling Terzo's warm ass up with his cum and feeling it drip out of him. He shut his eyes and remained in this position for a moment longer, listening to each other's labored breaths and Terzo's occasional whine.
“Never again, mio roccia…” Terzo sighed. “I agree… Not again…”
Omega gently pulled himself out, watching the bump in Terzo's lower belly dissapear. That was erotic enough to sprout another half on, but he ignored it. Cum dropped out of the used hole, and Omega quickly sat up on his knees to grab a tissue from the vanity. It was not the best for the job, but it was enough to clean Terzo. He gently caressed his thigh as he did so, noticing Terzo's silence. He looked up at him. Terzo was watching, absolutely infatuated.
“Ah… you did not have to clean me like that.” Terzo chuckled dryly. Omega furrowed his eyebrows and looked back down to finish.
“I made the mess though.”
“It is my own body, and you are not my lover.” Terzo argued.
“Anyone respectable would take care of you after.” Omega spoke with a slight harshness, not directed towards Terzo. Terzo went quiet again and Omega gently lowered his legs, throwing away the tissue and moving to get Terzo a new pair of pants. The ones he was wearing had been torn in half.
“Thank you.” Terzo said sheepishly. Omega helped him up and gave him his pants.
“We are not doing that again.” Omega repeated, looking sternly at him. “I will get killed if I get caught doing that with you.”
“Why would you die? Is it dangerous?” Terzo asked, concerned.
“No. But if Sister found out-”
“Fuck Sister!” Terzo snapped, buttoning his pants. “She is old and useless! I am Papa. I tell you, fuck who you want! All you want.” Omega chuckled.
“If only that was how it worked.”
“It will be how it works. When she and my father are gone, I will become Frater Imperator! And you will be afraid of me.” Terzo spoke triumphantly, his white eye glimmering with passion.
“Not after what I just did to you.” Omega smirked.
“Well… you won't be afraid- You'll- You'll be under my thumb!” Terzo corrected. He turned to look in the mirror, fixing his makeup to finish the show.
“I suppose.” Omega brushed himself off and grabbed his guitar that he set up on the wall. “I better go.”
“Yes, go get food, water, whatever you need. Goodbye, my dear Omega.”
Omega gently shut the door behind him.