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Don't be fooled by the goofy memes...This blog is mostly 18+ Explicit NSFW horny-ass shit, so NO MINORS

*All of these and more are also on my AO3*

MY ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! (As long as you don't mind waiting 6 months for me to answer) Ask me questions, give me feedback, make special requests, feed me prompts, or aimlessly ramble about whatever.

Just please be kind, I am from the 1900s and I am fragile.

I'll write about any Papa, Mary Goore, or even the occasional Ghoul. (I'll happily write about TF too if you ask, but I don't post rpf fics here.)

I am most comfortable writing for female main characters or readers, but I'll do gender neutral if you prefer. And as far as kinks go there is almost nothing that makes me too uncomfortable, but I will respectfully decline if it's something I don't know enough about to do it justice.

And let me know if you want to be added to my taglist. You can request specific Papas or tropes too.

Full list of fics under the cut...

Click on the masterlists for fic summaries and links

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #copia #papa iv #copia meme #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator #cardi c

ghost-confessions

octopusbysydbarrett

the monster under the bed is scary to YOU. i’m having sex with it though.

danse-macabre-ballerina

#this picture still makes my innards twitch #the band ghost #ghost band meme #ghost band smut #shitghosting #papa v perpetua #papa v #perpetua

Could I kindly request some Mary, fem!reader and some exhbitionism in his favorite record shop 😇

I don't know why it's taken me 4 months to finally finish this one. As a life-long Empire Records fan, a record store is one of my favorite smut locations!

18+ Explicit (2,734 words) Mary Goore x fem!afab!reader

[Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Cute, Mary is a Rascal, Slow-Burn Smut, Exhibition Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Edging, Fingering, P in V Sex, Aftercare Of Sorts]

Read on AO3

KUNDSERVICE

Mary observed with a crooked grin the fake leather stretched over your ample behind just at eye level, and the way your hamstrings and calves flexed and strained while maintaining your balance atop the rickety ladder for the umpteenth time that day. The pencil skirt had been a bad choice for a Saturday. He'd tracked you as soon as he walked in the store, though you hadn't noticed him right away, comfortably busy behind the cash register on the far end of the space and opposite the door so that you were the first thing that came into view, smiling and chatting with the customers. And from the second he saw you, it would appear that he had decided to be...a problem. You knew of him as just one of the more colorful characters in the local music scene, though seeing him in the daylight hours without his usual skull paint and fake blood felt a little like a Bigfoot sighting. And you doubted he'd ever noticed you before, being one of the few girls in his orbit who was genuinely at his gigs for the music and not to get into his impossibly tight pants. Seeing him with his shaggy black mop of hair ungelled and flopped over to one side, green eyes so much more prominent in the light of day, you had to admit he was dangerously handsome. Through his thick accent his voice was unnervingly soft, even with the cocky snarl to it. And on that particular day when you'd lost your bearings at the top of the ladder and tumbled down into his scrawny but surprisingly strong arms, you'd never been so happy to see him.

"Hey, doll," he chuckled with a smug smile. "Y'gotta be more careful up there. Might end up falling for some creep." He was still cradling you for longer than he needed to and definitely holding you closer than a virtual stranger should when you finally found your voice and squirmed enough that he set you down onto your feet. "Yeah, well..." You smoothed your skirt back down with what little modesty you had left. "Thanks, um-" "Name's Mary." As if you didn't know. "Mary, right...Thanks." You turned on your heels to head back to the register, mumbling apologies to the annoyed customers who'd been waiting and probably wouldn't have even noticed if you'd broken your neck moments earlier. Mary just lingered, watching you with amusement, catching your eye whenever he could once he saw how flustered it made you. You weren't sure when he finally left, ducking out unceremoniously after checking his watch and realizing he was going to be late for sound check yet again. It was a relief to finally be able to do your job in peace, and somehow also...not. The weeks that followed he appeared like clockwork, always when the shop was the most packed and you were too stressed to enjoy his pleasant flirtations, spread too thin to spend any time or energy wondering why he kept hanging around. He never offered any explanation of why he was there, and you barely registered it when he started giving you a quick peck to the cheek or a stolen pinch to your behind before he left. You were used to him doing whatever he needed to to get a rise out of you, but this was something different. Something weirdly intimate. The day he finally kissed you, really kissed you, it felt like the most natural thing in the world in spite of the flips your stomach did. And man did he look satisfied with himself when all you could do is stare up at him in doe-eyed silence afterwards. One more kiss to the tip of your nose and he was out the door as usual, but you knew for sure that you were completely fucked.

"Mare, what're you doing here? I thought you were playing a festival today?" You were used to him showing up during the weekend rush, if you could even call it that. Business was slower than usual with the weather being so shitty outside, though there'd been a steady trickle of customers just the same. "Got rained out. Y'know metal heads don't do back-up plans." He gave his spikey hair a quick shake, spraying water about like a wet dog. "Looks like m'all yours today, baby girl." "Lucky me," you muttered with a dramatic roll of your eyes. "You can hang out, but try not to be too obvious about it, okay? I got royally chewed out by the owner last week when you were here in the morning and still here when he came back at night." He flashed his typical don't-give-a-fuck pout he used any time you scolded him. "Psh, he should be stoked that anybody wants to come into this dump." He wasn't wrong, but you also weren't kidding. "Don't be shitty. I need this job." "Okay, fine." He brushed it off as he always did, mindlessly thumbing through the new shipment of vinyl you were trying to get in order if he'd just stop messing with them. "Y'not really mad at me, are you? You're usually a little bit happier to see me." You let out a weary sigh, trying to shake away the thoughts that had been hanging heavy on your mind lately. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just...Never mind..." "No, don't do that, älskling." He stilled both your hands and made you focus on him. "Talk to me." His rare serious tone stunned you for a second, but if he really wanted to know what you were thinking, you were going to give it to him. "It's just that. THAT exactly. You come in here and call me pet names and we steal kisses here and there. You treat me like you like me or something and then just like that you're gone." He blinked a few times. He really wasn't getting it. "We've never been together outside this store. I don't have your phone number. Hell, do you even know my last name?" "M'sorry..." He did look penitent, letting your hands drop to the counter so he could fidget nervously with his thumbs in what was left of his back pockets. "I'm just not used to girls wantin' to be seen in public w'me. Not nice girls, anyway." Oh. That...had not occurred to you. "Oh, Mary...I...I wouldn't mind. I mean...If you asked me." "Yeah? Okay then...I'm askin'." The confident swagger was back. It never stayed away for long. He leaned in to kiss you, but he didn't get far.

"Fucking hell," you groaned, pushing him off you and tucking your shirt back into the waistband of your skirt, just hoping your flushed face and shortness of breath didn't completely give you away. The next time it happened you were in the back stock room, which was little more than a closet, and definitely too cluttered to a proper romantic encounter. But that didn't stop him, he had you spun around and slammed against the closed door before the most recent customer had even made it through the exit. "Mary, what the-" You squealed it louder than you meant to, but being suddenly thrown into darkness made you lose your cool. "Shhh, baby girl." He covered your mouth gently, removing his hand to kiss you quick. "You don't wanna make a scene, do you?" "You can't be back here," you hissed, but he was already frantically unbuttoning your top and you weren't doing anything to stop him. "You say that now, but you n'I both know under that slutty little skirt you're throbbin' for me..." You have got to stop wearing that skirt. That thing is how you got into this mess in the first place... "Please, Mare...You're gonna get me in trouble..." His hand snaked past the waist of your skirt, past the damp lace of your panties, deft fingers tracing a teasing line along your slit that made your legs start to tremble. "Shit, baby. You're fuckin' drippin'." He stroked gently, and even in the dark you could hear that he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "This all f'me?" "Mary, please...Ah AH!" Two long fingers slid through your clenching entrance and your knees buckled. If his lanky weight hadn't been pressing into you you would have been on the floor. He didn't waste any time, playing your innards like he played his guitar, fucking his fingers into you in time with the snapping of your hips. "Keep squeezin' my fingers just like that." He could feel you starting to tighten, never mind the way you'd started to shake and the needy mewls he was forcing out of you with every pump and curl of his skilled digits. "Mary...Fuck..." You clutched at his shoulders when your head started to spin. "I'm right here, baby girl...Just let go for me, I got you..." His soft words alone could have sent you over the edge if not for-

He slid into you in one deep, slow thrust and paused when he felt your body tense, a weak cry escaping your parted lips. "Y'okay, baby? Can you take it?" He brushed his lips against your temple, giving your hips an affectionate squeeze. "Don't wanna hurt you..." You'd seen his notorious bulge onstage enough times to know that he'd be a physical challenge, but nothing could have prepared you for how full you felt in that moment. The sting was sharp, the pull on your overstretched flesh was intense, and fuck did it feel good. You managed a small nod and any discomfort or nerves were forgotten when he started to move, rocking his hips, leading you through the easy rolls with a bruising grip. "That's my girl," he cooed. It was deliciously unhurried in spite of how eager he'd been to bury his cock in you, and the friction of him writhing against you, hitting all the right spots inside your clinging walls, had you reaching back to clutch at his long neck to try to stay on your feet. It all happened so fast, hours of edging only to lead to seconds of fucking before the pressure in your gut was more than you could stand. He felt it, he read your body well enough to know you were coming apart at the seams, and a few circles of his fingers on your clit was all it took while the other hand covered your mouth to stifle your screams. Your legs gave out from under you and he did his best to keep you upright, continuing to move with you through the unrelenting waves that rippled through your walls and milked him almost painfully hard. When your body went limp he held onto you, peppering your face and hair with kisses as your head lolled side to side against his broad shoulder. "You okay, baby?" "I...I don't think I can move." You weren't exaggerating. Your legs felt like lead and you were drenched in sweat. "C'mon, älskling. Gotta pull yourself together." He eased out of you as gently as he could and you pulled your skirt back down while he'd adjusted himself back into his pants. When you still seemed too dazed to function, swaying where you stood, he produced a small silver flask from his hip pocket and held it to your lips so you could take a long pull. The liquor burned your already raw throat, but at least it stopped your hands from shaking. "You didn't cum." It was half-question, half-statement, and he could hear the sudden tone of insecurity in your voice. He kissed you tenderly before resting his forehead against yours. "M'just not ready for this first time to be over yet. Wanna make it last." There was a rustling in the last occupied listening booth, and you tried your best to wipe the sweat off your brow and smooth back your tousled hair. The door opened and you tried to slow your breath before speaking. "Just leave the ones you don't want in there. I'll take care of putting them back." "Thanks. Have a great week!"

#mary goore #mary goore smut #mary goore x reader #repugnant #repugnant band #the band ghost #ghost band smut

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #terzo #terzo meme #papa iii #papa iii meme

her-satanic-wiles

October 7th

Stuck In Wall, Sodo/Dewdrop x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Stuck in Wall; Dubcon; dry humping; piv; unprotected sex; trapped reader; semi-public sex; free use?; spanking; cunnilingus; fingering;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man

If you wanna be on the taglist, just reply or shoot me a message. If you want to scream at me, my ask box is also open!

🔞 MDNI 🔞

mattsundaes

when you’re still dripping wet from the pool and he tugs your bathing suit bottoms to the side, soaked material peeling away from your puffy folds as he sinks a finger deep into the slick heat of your cunt and groans.

danse-macabre-ballerina

#take me to vegas papa #the band ghost #ghost band smut #shitghosting #secondo #papa ii #bone daddy

danse-macabre-ballerina

#iykyk #the band ghost #ghost band meme #terzo #terzo meme #papa iii #papa iii meme #shitghosting

cvltghoul

made the papas in tomodachi life. it just had to happen idk

#thought this was an it's always sunny Halloween episode at first

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #copia #papa iv #copia meme #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator #cardi c

sleepiestkentokisser

still thinking about him guiding your hands around his throat and telling you to squeeze harder while you ride him

danse-macabre-ballerina

#shitghosting #ghost band smut #mary goore #repugnant #the band ghost #tobias forge

ghost-confessions

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #terzo #terzo meme #papa iii #papa iii meme #dead astaire

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #copia #papa iv #copia meme #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator #cardi c

gravehags

WHICH ONE OF YOU MADE THIS BECAUSE YOU’RE SO RIGHT LMAO

cruise-in-your-glow-bus

Emoji HC: 🩴

🩴 One of the first things Copia did as a recently-arrived LA transplant to the Ministry was a ghoul took him out to get huaraches from their favorite food truck. Copia was wary at first but after one bite he started weeping and now whenever he is in a grumpy mood a ghoul shows up with a takeout container and just sets it on his desk.

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