back from a little hiatus: i’ll be taking requests from my inbox for small prompts !!! if you want me to write something about it, just slide there :> can be hcs, little fics, etc. let your imagination guides
lil bit of a nsfw for a moment but i’ll add the break before it
mary goore owns a hearse. mary goore drives around town with a hearse.
it's an old-fashioned 1958 ford star model hearse, with dark red cushions. he placed a single stamp on the back with a very obscene phrase about the dead (like any other phrase that scape mary’s sinful mouth).
they ride that hearse blasting metal around town with sunglasses on the darkest days, a leather jacket, and a crooked smile. always so smug.
there’s a skull hanging from the mirror, and various tapes inside his cubby.
they do use the hearse for its purpose (mary works at a funeral home) but it’s also an extra space for hanging out activities.
from this moment forward, it’s nsfw
mary loves to take you out on car rides to the countryside, or far enough from the city you two have a peaceful moment together. he parks the hearse in a place he knows no one will see. you both sit back in the trunk, where the caskets go, which mary makes sure to cover with a custom cushion when not working. you talk, laugh, smoke, and drink some beers if in the mood. mary always brings fries and you both shit talk for hours when the mood starts to build up.
you like to lay on his chest while they’re sitting. just pressing your back to mary’s chest and playing with the rings around his lanky fingers. the other hand you’re not playing starts to hold you closer to him, pressing your lower back to their already hard member. you shift, slightly, making sure your moves press even more on mary. he kisses your neck and starts to pull the collar of your shirt down, leaving bites and sucking on the sensitive skin. you’re already getting heated up and making a noise that gives mary the fuel to keep going.
mary smiles against your skin, hands holding you closer. you end up either slowly riding him, or mary fucks you hard with your face against the floor of the hearse trunk where you two were once sitting and talking, holding your arms against your back. mumbling and moaning how tight, warm and wet you are just for him. making sure to fill you with his cum.
you both lay down and nap until you’re hungry again and drive back home only to be hit with a shower and second round.
mary jokes to fuck where the dead are taken for a last ride while their cock is being ridden by you.
how i think copia would take care of you when you’re feeling down (SFW)
first, i’d like to clarify i had a terrible time last night and was spiraling so this is how i think copia would take care of me (and anyone) who ever needed his assistance and comfort. enjoy babes
as always, copia is very agitated, so he’d get in the room with the sunniest smile simply for knowing you’d be there. but as soon as he noticed you’re not in your typical self — and he detects rather fast just for your stance; he’s very observant — his smile would drop immediately and run to you.
first, he’d ask what happened. if you did tell him, he’d try his best to find a solution (if there is one). if there’s no solution, he’d ask how he can be helpful for you.
if you need silence, he’ll happily be there by your side. if you need space, he’ll let you alone until you’re ready to have him back.
he’s very affirmative. his love language is words of affirmation, acts of service, and physical contact.
when you’re feeling down, depending on what it is, he’ll give you a massage on your back and shoulders. kiss some spots along your neck. nothing sexual; just lovely, smooth, and tender kisses to demonstrate how much he loves you. he’ll bake you your favorite cake, make some tea and give you some biscuits. sometimes, he’ll cook pasta with pumpkin sauce and a lot of cheese, the contrast of flavors filling your mouth while all he can do is gaze at you with a cheerful face.
copia is very snuggly, and he’ll embrace you as tight as he can if you ask. he’ll stay in bed with you, your head on his chest, while he caresses your head and arms. his legs wrapped around yours, humming a lullaby to ease you out of your mind.
he’ll always prefer for you to be vocal about your problems and what’s affecting you. it’s important for him to know what’s going on, and how to help if that’s what you want. he’ll be by your side the whole time no matter what.
copia will constantly make sure to know if he’s taking too much space, as if you need time to think by yourself. but he’ll always be available to take care of you.
lastly, he’d ask for the ghouls to join you when he’s too busy with church duties. he knows you love their company. rain would stay with you in silence, maybe watching a movie both of you like. mountain would bring your favorite flowers, you love to take care of them. sodo would act like a heated squishmellow, and let you hug him while he warms you. swiss would try his best to make you laugh with his jokes. aether would take good care of you, and make sure you’re safe in his arms while papa is away. cirrus would braid your hair — she knows you love it — while easing your mind with fun facts. cumulus would cuddle up with you and make sure you’re safe and warm, while singing one of your favorite songs. sunshine would make you laugh, she loves to see you smile. when they’re all together, they make sure to place you between all of them and take turns to be by your side and attend to your needs.
when copia is back, he joins all of you and whispers how much he loves you while holding your hand. he kisses your nose and lips, smiling at the sign of your presence. he loves you dearly, and would move skies and rivers to see you better again.
how i think copia would take care of you when you’re feeling down (SFW)
first, i’d like to clarify i had a terrible time last night and was spiraling so this is how i think copia would take care of me (and anyone) who ever needed his assistance and comfort. enjoy babes
as always, copia is very agitated, so he’d get in the room with the sunniest smile simply for knowing you’d be there. but as soon as he noticed you’re not in your typical self — and he detects rather fast just for your stance; he’s very observant — his smile would drop immediately and run to you.
first, he’d ask what happened. if you did tell him, he’d try his best to find a solution (if there is one). if there’s no solution, he’d ask how he can be helpful for you.
if you need silence, he’ll happily be there by your side. if you need space, he’ll let you alone until you’re ready to have him back.
he’s very affirmative. his love language is words of affirmation, acts of service, and physical contact.
when you’re feeling down, depending on what it is, he’ll give you a massage on your back and shoulders. kiss some spots along your neck. nothing sexual; just lovely, smooth, and tender kisses to demonstrate how much he loves you. he’ll bake you your favorite cake, make some tea and give you some biscuits. sometimes, he’ll cook pasta with pumpkin sauce and a lot of cheese, the contrast of flavors filling your mouth while all he can do is gaze at you with a cheerful face.
copia is very snuggly, and he’ll embrace you as tight as he can if you ask. he’ll stay in bed with you, your head on his chest, while he caresses your head and arms. his legs wrapped around yours, humming a lullaby to ease you out of your mind.
he’ll always prefer for you to be vocal about your problems and what’s affecting you. it’s important for him to know what’s going on, and how to help if that’s what you want. he’ll be by your side the whole time no matter what.
copia will constantly make sure to know if he’s taking too much space, as if you need time to think by yourself. but he’ll always be available to take care of you.
lastly, he’d ask for the ghouls to join you when he’s too busy with church duties. he knows you love their company. rain would stay with you in silence, maybe watching a movie both of you like. mountain would bring your favorite flowers, you love to take care of them. sodo would act like a heated squishmellow, and let you hug him while he warms you. swiss would try his best to make you laugh with his jokes. aether would take good care of you, and make sure you’re safe in his arms while papa is away. cirrus would braid your hair — she knows you love it — while easing your mind with fun facts. cumulus would cuddle up with you and make sure you’re safe and warm, while singing one of your favorite songs. sunshine would make you laugh, she loves to see you smile. when they’re all together, they make sure to place you between all of them and take turns to be by your side and attend to your needs.
when copia is back, he joins all of you and whispers how much he loves you while holding your hand. he kisses your nose and lips, smiling at the sign of your presence. he loves you dearly, and would move skies and rivers to see you better again.
It was a long night. not because you had a bad night of sleep, but because you decided to lay earlier than normal while Mary was out to take care of the morgue they work for.
The bed was sadly empty, but before the sun started to rise and the stars to fade as the light was peeking through the clouds, Mary came home. As usual, he cleaned himself for safety, and laid next to you. He was cold like the corpses in the morgue, but the warmth from his actions were enough for you to involuntarily curl yourself against his chest when he finally joined you in bed. The next few hours were the best for your sleep schedule.
You’re not a morning person, and Mary is definitely far from liking to wake up early, but as the clock was hitting 10 am, you decided to slowly make your way away from dreamland and into the real world. Mary, he can sense everything, and they noticed your sudden change of heart rate and breathing patterns.
“G’morning, my dove,” he purred, burying their face in your neck, pressing a lazy kiss on the soft skin separating him from his daily feast.
You got closer to Mary, pressing your body on his, your legs twirling around one of Mary’s and sensing his frigid body becoming warmer as your natural body heat was in contact with his bare chest.
“Morning, Mare,” you whispered, voice rough from waking up. Mary maintained his face on your neck, taking deep breaths to scent the blood flowing inside of you.
Their hand started to wander around you, as once he was hugging you from behind, you holding their hand as usual while sleeping, one of his hands were steady on your chest from under the big band t-shirt he gave you — Repugnant, Mary’s band he plays when he’s not working — while the other was caressing your stomach and down your legs.
You involuntarily pressed your legs together, and felt Mary smile against your skin. “Already?” He pressed a long sloppy kiss on your jugular. “You’re already so warm, babe…” They pressed yet another kiss at the same place, but with his lips open, sucking on the skin. You could feel Mary’s fangs rubbing on your bare skin, and that only made you press your legs even more.
“Mare…” You breathe out, his hand cupping your breast and the other open space between your legs to touch you.
“Shh, I know…” Mary shifted in bed, kissing from your neck to your jaw, finally finding your lips, as he turned you to lay on your back. Still lazy from just waking up, Mary pressed himself on you as he kissed you lovingly. Your hands were running on his bare back and arms. The shock from the temperature difference between you two deliciously numbs your fingers.
Mary’s leg slowly moved between you, to open your legs even more, as he started to pull your already soaked underwear down. “Already so wet for me, so sweet,” Mary whispered against your lips. You feel your body burn under him, as he deepened the kiss, ripping a small piece of your skin to draw blood with his fangs while sucking on your lower lip.
The blood was fuel enough to make him go feral, masturbating you while kissing, he pressed his hips down and you could feel he was already hard. Your hand goes from their arm to his cock, pulling the fabric down, ripping a shaky breath of relief.
You could feel you were already building up, so you pleaded. “Mary, please, fuck me,” gripping his cock even harder and slick with pre cum.
Mary didn’t even think twice, spreading his pre cum on his cock and sinking inside of you with a thrust and letting you adjust to the temperature of his body.
“You’re so warm, baby… So…” Mary began to fuck you, harder than you expected. “So tight and warm for me.”
Mary grabbed your leg and pulled over his shoulder, his thrusts began to build up fast and hard. He took a bite out of your calves, slight enough to send waves of pleasure as he began to slow his pace but fuck you harder, almost going all the way out and in with such force your whole body trembled.
“Mary…!” You moaned, holding the sides of the bed, as Mary leaned forward to kiss you, the leg still up his shoulder as he started to suck and bite your neck. “Mare, Mare..!” Mary fucked you harder, as he bit your collarbones to draw blood, and his venom run through your body.
His pacing started to be more disconnected as he was close. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mary moaned as your blood ran down your chest. With a feral groan, Mary came inside of you, watching as the cum dropped from your pussy as he sat down in front of you. The blood was still running from the bite, as Mary bent over and licked your chest down to your pussy.
“Your turn, baby,” he purrs as he starts to fuck you with his fingers while sucking on your clit. His free hand kept your legs apart as the other leg kept on top of his shoulder. Not long afterward you’re cumming in Mary’s mouth, eyes shut, and screaming his name.
Mary sat up, looking at you until your eyes opened and swallowed looking deadly in your eyes. Your pussy still aching, Mary starts to feed from your open wound, his hand still on your clit, overstimulating you until there’s enough blood for him to feed and you cum a second time.
Mary laid lazily next to you, blood drunk as your head is empty and dizzy from the lack of blood and the waves of pleasure still waving through your body. Not even being able to move your leg from how sensitive you are, but small spasms every second hitting you.
“Good morning, my dove,” Mary says a second time, ripping a small smile from you. “You’re the most delicious morning pet ever, d’you know that?”
“Yeah?” you breathe out, turning your head to look at him, the blood sticking on your chest.
“Yeah… I was thinking about you the whole night. About how hot you look with your body laying like this, all bloody just for me.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re ridiculously hot,” Mary kisses your cheek. “Breakfast?”
“You already had your meal, Mare.”
“But you didn’t,” he points out. “And I want you strong for later.”
a little stupid update, but i changed my AO3 settings and only registered users will be able to see my fics. with this new wave of AI it’s been hard for every form of creative person to be safe around the internet
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"We're going to go into every territory next year, but there's going to be one European tour, one American tour. We are going to do a little bit of everywhere. There'll be a little bit of something up in upper Asia, on the far end there - a very well-established country with a lot of pop cultural fascination, and the home of videogames. And there's going to be something in the Oceania world, and there might be something south of Panama, and there might be something slightly north of Panama. It feels pretty solid."
He cryptically adds, "We're going to come out with a little bit of change before that - good change. We're not going to go silent. Some things are public, other things not in public view, but there are a lot of things brewing."
mountain and rain are both sweeties and decided to give sodo hints of a gift. they started to place small flowers and petals around the ministry and backstage
sodo tho, has no idea what’s going on, so he just picks them and keep inside his books - it’s just routine. besides, it’s cute and he loves flowers
one day; near this rising birthday, they’re all back in the ministry and he finds a trail of petals. not that dramatic, but enough to look suspicious. he follows them (it’s too early for people to be around) and when he gets there, mountain and rain were both holding a small flower in their hands. sodo’s favorite: a tulip.
a simple gesture, but that he now understood what it meant. the encounter of water and earth to grow something the fire loves
sad edition - psa for mentions of anxiety, paranoia and delusiom
cardinal has always been in the shadows. from his days as a deacon until the day he was finally contacted by seestor to take the lead of the band — and the day he became papa; he has always lived in the shadows.
when growing up, he’d try to be like the brothers. everyone looked up to them. they were stunning, charming, had a great way with words, and just had that exquisite aura around them. as much as cardinal looked like them physically — as the white eye was the biggest proof he was somehow an emeritus — it was truly hard for him to find worth inside his heart and self.
during his childhood, copia struggled to make friends, but just because he had too many things to do as seestor insisted he had to take extra classes on things neither of the kids needed. he grew up alone in the library, reading, and learning. his best friend was the silence and the crack of wood burning in the fireplace on cold nights. he used to use his free time trying to make friends, but how can you be friends with people you never speak with?
during his adolescence, it was even harder. the awkwardness and yearning to be part of something consuming him. it was painful, truly. he just wanted consolation, a friend to mess up with, but in the end, he was the one being messed up. terzo felt bad, as he one day saw copia try to say something during the only class inside the ministry they shared, and everyone ignored him. the way he had no one to be with him.
secondo was already on his way, studying to become papa, he knew he was the one to come to be, he has always been nihil’s favorite. but terzo had the charm and way to talk with everyone and he was a true — as in “assumed nihil’s child” — emeritus. people would kneel if he requested. so he started to walk with copia sometimes, near enough people to pay attention to him more often. but it didn’t go the way he wanted.
they’d only start talking with copia for the pure interest of knowing more about terzo and secondo, and copia started to see himself as a bridge and not the final destination.
and as time passed by, things got worse.
copia found himself alone, with not a single person to share a deep connection with. the feeling of not being important consumes him, until the day he became nihil’s right hand.
he finally had a purpose. something that would finally add some value, that would finally fill the void inside his heart, and make him understand he is important and worthy to the world.
but nihil despised copia, who never understood why. but the mental disturbance was consuming him, the invalidation and disapproval on nihil’s part, whenever copia was around, was the equivalent of being stabbed three times in your lungs. it was heartbreaking. but he had to keep the position.
copia developed anxiety, and he started to overthink everything. not allowing himself to have fun, or to be himself around nihil. his only company was his rats, to who he created affection for after all the long nights in the library.
his anxiety got worse each day, but he was so good at hiding, no one noticed. but to be honest, no one cared. he was invisible in the ministry, he was not important; there’s no need to notice that.
then everything changed.
when his brothers died, copia had one more thing to add to his big pile of mental instability: delusions and paranoia.
he felt like he was next, he knows he’s going to die. a change in tone from one of his ghouls triggers him, and they need to reassure him they’re not mad. a small change of behavior will make copia lose sleep, but he won’t admit it. he won’t ask for help. because in his head, no one will ever listen.
he grew invisible, a vine on frigid cobblestone. unimportant. no one will see or care when it starts to develop flowers or thorns. no one will care when he dies from the poisonous perfume or the deadly cut on his fingers.
but regardless, copia remains sweet and caring. he will look up to everyone around him, but break everything mirror he ever comes across: he can’t dare look at the reflection of the responsible for all the failures in his past. he can’t dare to look at himself and feel how unimportant he is. he prefers the image of the people who love him, even if he doesn’t believe in them. he will prefer to see himself as some sort of comfort to others, because he was never a comfort for himself.
mary will make sure to kiss your entire face before actually kissing your lips. he’s sloppy and will bite your cheeks lovely;
on the same note, he’s very passionate and playful when kissing. he’ll push you, open his mouth to breathe but never lose contact —using the moment to tell how pretty ou are —bite your lips, suck on them and lick it;
mary is super touchy. he’ll touch your chest, thighs, ass, and waist; slightly choke you while kissing, grip your leg and pull it up so they have more space between them, grind on you, and press his body like you’re about to merge into one singular body. the friction is insane, their tight jeans marking their dick hard under his pants, using his leg to help you jack off while making out;
they like to leave marks. mary will suck on your throat, shoulders, and collarbones — bite them and make sure to leave a prominent mark so everyone sees you’re owned by them;
mary will create a trail of kisses down your lips to your stomach and make sure to bite every piece of flesh he finds enjoyable. they’re a big tease, and loves to brush their nose on places that will make you gasp for air and want more;
on the other hand, mary goore has some very interesting soft places. neck, inner thighs, crotch, fingers… you suck on mary’s fingers and they’ll go wild.
sucking and biting on his inner thighs. teasing him while they make the most sacrilegious noises a human being is capable of producing.
mary is fucking vocal. he won’t hesitate to moan, whine, groan and simply express to you what’s going on. he’ll make sure to let you know every single thought in his head while you two are fucking. not a single thing is repressed, even if his voice is rough and there’s no coherent thought, they’ll make sure to let you know (he knows you love it);
phrases such as “you’re so fucking good to me, keep doing that,” “fuck, fuck, fuck,” “you’re so beautiful to me, so tight, so- ah! perfect…” “i know you like that,” and more;
“save a horse, ride a cowboy” you ever heard the yeehaw in voices of the dead? mary loves when you ride him, holding your hips and assisting you to move. when you’re too close to cumming and your pacing is too disconnected, mary will make sure to fuck you from under; holding your hips high and just thrusting as much as they can. or, they’ll manage to lay you down and fuck you;
they loooooooove to give head. doesn’t matter who is it. he’ll give you the best head of your life and swallow it. smiling. (mary is also into facial, spread the word);
morning sex. but not just casual delicate morning sex. mary loves to fuck hard - not always fast, but hard. making you grip the sheets and sink your nails into his back. burying his face in your neck, whispering how hot and delicious you are;
cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles. he’s rough during sex but will fold into a pile of sweetness afterward. they’ll make sure to hug and embrace you as tight as he can;
mary absolutely Loves thigh riding. he’ll ride your thigh, or you’ll ride theirs and mary will lose his mind about it.
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