šššš½ššāš šššš: so i was just scrolling through my masterlist and realized I donāt have a solo writing for our pretty Claude, so here it is * ba dum tss*
Claude is a little bitch. To everyone, but you
The difference between Claude talking to you and some random stranger is so great that youāll even wonder how is this the same person
He secretly loves it whenever you decide not to kill a spider and instead carefully carry it outside in a little glass cup, or at the very least, ignore it or call to him so he can take it out
When heās had a bad day either because Alois was just being unbearable or heās just been bored out of his mind heāll wordlessly come to you and interrupt whatever youāre doing so he can hug and hold on to you tightly
Sometimes he wants to talk about it, sometimes not, either way heāll let you know, and surprisingly, heāll ask if itās ok for him to vent out with you what heās feeling
He appreciates whatever small detail you may have with him, like cleaning his glasses, for example
Would absolutely never expose you to the sight of his true form, however insistent you may be. He knows your mind will never recover from the dreadful impression this will leave on you and the last thing he wants is causing you harm
Heās touch starved as fuck. Heās never had a partner before, or at least a more, formal one, and he just canāt get enough of all the physical affection
Shower him with kisses, hug him tight and whisper in his ear how much you love him and this cold, heartless creature from hell is yours for life
Heās a personal fan of you randomly coming to him during the day just to tell him how handsome he looks
His favorite thing to do as he cuddles with you until you fall asleep is holding you in his arms, your head cozily snuggled against his chest and one of your legs tangled in his
It brings him a sense of comfort, knowing how much you must love him in order to trust your unconscious body in his hands
Claude isnāt the best at reading human emotions, but with you, he will sincerely try his best, though, when he doesnāt know what to say in answer to you feeling sad for example, heāll just come close and pull you for a hug
Itās sort of become a thing between you, whenever either of you is feeling down you hug things out
Sebastian looked rather pleasant unlike a ravenous demon. So naturally, the consuming nature of his heat was undetectableāeven by you. Urge to breed was strong, and heād have the strength to suppress it if it werenāt for that night in bed, and his close proximity to your flowering cunt as you began your first day of ovulation. Naive enough, you were unsure why you ended up underneath him. Lovemaking with Sebastian was always affectionate; he spent hours giving you undivided attention. Though this behaviorā¦ he couldnāt explain, he hadnāt enough time. Yet your suspicion grew as the night progressed and more clothes made home on the bedroom floor.
His eyes swirled fuschia and his jaw nearly sagged as he drank in your body, now bare. The severity in his glowing eyes and low growls caused your stomach to knot. You loved his touch, and the way he fucked you nice and slow, deep inside your fluttering walls. But this was unfamiliar, you trembled as he hovered over you, arms resting near either side of your head, caging you in.
āI must warn you,ā Sebastian said, licking across his top lip. āIām not feeling like my usual self, darling.ā
Perhaps this was normal, after all he had tamed himself well enough to keep the beast at bay. From revealing his true form like any demon would have by that point.
You knew what he was. You knew how dangerous he could be with his biting teeth and razor sharp claws, and you should have been terrified. In fact, you shouldāve been running out the door and screaming bloody murder when he approached you with faint concern about whether youād enjoy this. Instead, you lay on your back, arms wrapped around Sebastianās neck tightly as he leered down at you. His length twitched in his hand when he stroked from base to tip, ready to bury himself in that awaiting pussy.
āYour innocenceā¦ It's so tempting.ā Sebastian sighed before slotting the head of his cock through your folds, catching dewy arousal that pooled there.
āIt-Itās too much.ā Your cheeks heated at the sensation of him pushing into you. He was huge. Not that you hadnāt noticed before, but the burning stretch of his tip reached places that felt nearly impossible to find. And you mewled at that. You barely had enough time to process it all.
āIām afraid I do not have the restraint to be gentle,ā he exhaled, appetence thick in his throat. Desires heād long forgotten re-entered his mind more intensely, and itched to be satiated. Searching fingers trailed over your stomach and eventually rested at your thighs, imagining these areas much plumper, much fuller when you fell pregnant. His digits clenched over your thighs and dug into the flesh until he couldnāt hesitate anymore, and he thrusted to the hilt. āForgive me.ā
As Sebastian rutted his swollen cockhead to meet your cervix, his demon form emerged right before your eyes. Sharp teeth grazed over the smooth skin of your breasts, and a pointed tongue flickered over puffy nipples. You even surprised yourself, gushing around him at that.
His seed leaked out of your cunt after he came, and incessant thoughts played over: breed her. You watched as his cock grew again and you tensed underneath him. He nearly chuckled at your apprehension. After all, everything would take much getting used toā¦ That of course was no exaggeration.
My, my, Sebastian thought, motherhood will look delightful on you, my love.
You would always be the first to say youāre spoiled.Ā
The youngest and only granddaughter from your familyās line, you were truly a sight to behold. It didnāt matter if you were eighteen turning nineteen in a few more months: you would always be your parentās little princess. And with three successful and protective older brothers, a bunch of adoring aunties and uncles, and a few doting grandparents, you practically had your world eating out the palm of your hand.Ā
Of course, that pretty little face of yours helped a little too.Ā
š¬š®š¦š¦šš«š²: while working at a daycare you really shouldnāt be getting to close with any of the parents but single dad jean kirstein is just a little too difficult to resist
š šš§š«š: smut/modern au (minors + ageless blogs dni!! youāll be blocked)
š°šš«š§š¢š§š š¬: age gap (jean is in is 30s and reader is in their 20s), daycare teacher!reader, dom!jean, petnames (princess, sweetheart, darling), daddy kink, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, size kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, creampie
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ššš šššš šššš, šš ššš ššššš šš š ššššššš, ššš šššššššāš šššš š ššššššššš. you did like all the kids but you couldnāt help but have a soft spot for jeanās daughter. she was just so adorable and well mannered. it was obvious that she got it all from her daddy, who was so polite to you when he came to pick up his darling child.
at the same time, you couldnāt help but feel bad for the little girl. it was no secret to you that her parents were separated. at first it came to you as a shock because of how sweet and handsome the father was but it started to make sense when the girlās mother picked her up from daycare the first time.
the woman came across to you as cold and closed off. she was quite blunt with you whenever it was her turn to have her daughter. it quickly became clear to you that perhaps jean wasnāt the issue in their past marriage. still, you couldnāt help but feel bad for him.
maybe it was the little crush you developed on jean talking, but a man such as that deserved better. his daughter deserved better. it was wrong for you to think these things, you knew that. truly it was none of your business but sometimes you wished you could make it better for both parties that you adored.
well maybe you could. the possibility arose when jean called your daycare to inform you that his daughter wouldnāt be there today. she was sick. the entire day you were worried out of your mind over the girl you were so fond of. so worried that once all the other children got picked up at the end of the day, you decided to pay mr kirstein a visit.
his address was in your logs and it wasnāt too far from your own place so it was no trouble driving there. yes, you could have just called to ask about his daughterās condition but you wanted to go over and above by dropping off some soup. at least that was the excuse you planned to use.
soon after arriving at the residence and knocking on the door youāre greeted by jean himself. the man, whoās older than you by about ten years, appears a little surprised by your presence but eventually smiles back at you anyway.
āiām sorry to show up all of a sudden but i wanted to check in on your daughter. brought soup for that cold of hersā you explain as you shift your weight nervously on jeanās front porch.
āoh well sheās actually not hereā jean, rubs the back of your neck. āi just dropped her off with her motherā. your cheeks start to feel hot with embarrassment but jeanās quick to reassure you. ābut thatās really nice of you, sweetheart. come on in. itās cold outā.
and thatās how you end up stepping into the manās house. you already thought jean was handsome but sitting down on his sofa with him to talk for a bit, somehow he looks even more attractive in this light. itās a shameful thing for you to think about while youāre supposed to be checking on his daughterās condition but it canāt be helped.
luckily youāre not the only individual with wandering thoughts. at the same time you were admiring jean he was admiring you. heās thought you were cute since the first day he let you take his child into your care. on top of that you were so good with his daughter. you were what a proper mother should be.
youāre not quite sure how it happened. one second you were chatting about his daughter, then his troubles with his ex wife, and then youāre underneath jean on his sofa. heās kissing your neck and tugging your clothes off like a pro.
āso prettyā jean mumbles against your skin. āgonna be a good little princess for me, yeah?ā.
this is where you should put a stop to things, tell jean to stop. you should be putting back on your clothes that've been tossed across the room and get out of there but you canāt. deep down youāve been fantasizing about this for far too long. so when jean sucks your nipple into your mouth you nod.
āy-yes sirā your breath hitches as jean letās go of your perky bud with an obnoxious pop.
āsir?ā he quirked an eyebrow as king of his long fingers runs along your folds. āno, no, no. call me daddy, sweetheartā.
moaning at his requested title, you almost clamp your legs shut when jean pushes two of his fingers inside. that just wonāt do. instantly jean pushing your thighs apart so he can properly pump his digits into your soaking cunt.
youāre squirming and moaning underneath him until jean suddenly removes his fingers. tapping his now wet middle and index fingers against your bottom lip, jean slides then on to your tongue the moment you open your mouth for him. āthatās itā jean coos, as you clean your own slick off his fingers. āready for daddyās cock, darling?ā.
āplease, daddyā you practically whimper.
the pathetic desperate look on your face is enough to make jean groan. instantly heās unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out of its confines. the moment you lay your eyes on it a shiver runs up your spine. the fact that jean was so tall and had such broad shoulders should have been a clue to his size but now that itās staring you straight in the faceā¦ you may be in over your head.
āwhatās wrong, sweetheart?ā jean chuckles when he sees your expression. āstill think you can take me? i think you can. donāt worry, daddy will take it slowā.
you need him too bad to refuse. watching jean give his girth a few strokes, you try to grip on to whatever you can as his fat head begins to tease your entrance. your breath gets caught in your throat the moment he pushes himself inside. ātoo big, too big!ā you repeat, tears prickling in your eyes at the stretch.
jean simply kisses away your tears, not stopping his efforts to stuff you full. ādoing so well for daddy. know you can handle itā he encourages, large hands landing on your hips to stop you from trying to run away from him.
curses fall from jeanās lips as he watches your tiny pussy slowly swallow all he had to offer. just watching that bulge start to form in your stomach makes him feel like heās gonna cum like a virgin. āso fucking perfectā he grits his teeth when he finally bottoms out. āgonna fill you up like you deserveā.
your heart pitter patters nervously when he starts to pull out but any anxieties you have vanish when he slams back in. the loud moan that echoes from you is almost unrecognizable. youāre not sure what to do with your hands as jean sets his pace so you just end up clawing at his back.
feeling your nails against his skin eggs him on even more. āyou feel that? feel how deep i am?ā jean grunts. āmy cums gonna go right thereā he says, pointing at where you can see his cock poking out in your tummy.
āwant it, daddy. pleaseā you babble, head feeling fuzzy at the idea of this man cum seeping out of you.
ādaddyās gonna give it to you. donāt you worry your pretty little headā he half chuckles, half moans. āgonna breed this pretty pussy. what do you say? be my daughter's other mommy?ā.
your brain is too fucked out for you to process what youāre agreeing to. all you know is that you want him. you want to be his. so you nod your head at his question. a pleased grin spreads across jeanās face.
āknew you would. gonna make you mineā he says, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can deepen his thrusts even more.
his strokes prove to be too much for you. and when his tips rams against your special spongy spot, you're through. head sinking into the couch cushion, you cum on his length with a mewl. seeing that creamy ring appear around his dick makes jean groan but heās not finished. he abuses your quivering pussy until his time comes.
āmilk this cock, baby. fuck, milk itā he moans, his heavy balls emptying their seed inside your overstimulated hole. with his promise kept, jean gives you a few more lazy pumps before he pulls out of you entirely. āknew youād be amazing and you wereā jean praises. āstay the night, princess. iāll take good care of youā.
and you do stay the night and you come over again the night after, and the night after that. before long itās like you never leave except when you have to go to work. when you are at the daycare you run into jeanās ex wife. sheās as cold as ever toward you now but ššāš šššš šš ššššššš ššš ššššššššāš šššš ššššššš ššš ššššš.
The band members of Ghost are real, normal, everyday people and deserve to have their privacy respected and shouldn't be subject to harassment based on rumors about their private lives. Mind your own business and let grown ups be grown ups with their own private grown up lives.
I spent 5 minutes in the Twitter fandom last year and called them out on their shit and blocked or unfollowed a bunch of them.
They act like theyāre on a high horse and absolutely perfect, but theyāre also the ones who made stupid memes of Tobias (like that whole corn thing).
I know theyāre a bunch of kids, but tbh they need to get a grip of reality. Hammering Per to the point where he deletes his Instagram? Sure, youāre great people for thatā¦ just because someoneās friends with someone does NOT mean that they support all their views, not to mention the thing theyāre referring to happened YEARS ago before that person was even a fan of Ghost - they may have changed their views since then. Because guess what? People change their views once they learn more about something!!! We donāt know that individual as a person. Itās wrong to make a snap judgement of them. Weād all get cancelled if who we were 10 years ago was āfound outā, even if weād changed over that time.
Anyway, I hope youāre having a good day/night whatever time it is for you.. and Iām glad your new bed is better for your back!
I donāt expect you to reply to this either.
Peace and love ā¤ļø
Oy, thank you!!! You're saying everything I'm thinking in a much more eloguent and non-profanity riddled manner than I could. Twitter is honestly a cesspool, and it's not worth dipping your toes in. I've only seen one Tumblr person with a truly trash take, but that's an easy enough block.
Views change all the time. Sometimes it takes perspective, age, experience... But they change.
Spare a Drabble of spicy teacher/doctor dew x fem reader? I crave things that no one writes :,)
Went with teacher!
His hands caress yours and you're startled once more by how rough his callouses are-- little bumps that skip over your smooth skin like pebbles across a placid lake. When your fingers bend the correct way to hit the note he asked you do he nods behind you and you can feel the chin strap of his mask bounce on your shoulder gently. It's been a mostly silent lesson, for the most part. Dew seems to only be deadly serious when it comes to his chosen instrument.
"You're doing great, you know. Hard to believe you've never played before." Dew walks back around to face you again, his Strat slung loosely around his shoulders. You flex your shoulders a little, readjusting the Fantomen's weight. It's heavier than you expected just by looking at it, and it's given you a new found respect for the scrawny Ghoul in front of you.
"It's difficult... But I think I'm learning. Does the finger agility just come with practice?" you ask, looking up from the neck of the instrument to Dew. He smirks through the small mouth cut out in the new masks, bringing up a hand and flexing his fingers a few times.
"Practice and use, Sister. Fingering a guitar is like fingering a woman... Strong placement, bend it when you need to, push down, and make sure you pull away right when they hit that note you're looking for." Dew puts his hand back on the neck of the guitar and does a quick scale, lingering on the last note and warping the string until it whines with the whammy bar on the body. "Make her croon."
"Right," you start, clearing your throat and lowering your head to watch your fingers. Your hair falls forward, loose from the headdress already, and you're slightly grateful for the makeshift veil to hide your blush. "Make her croon, then." After another steadying breath you run through the same scale that Dew did, finishing by trying to warp the string as he did.
"Mm, you don't love her enough. Sometimes you gotta be forceful to get what you want." Dew steps closer, putting his finger on top of yours on the fret and pressing down until the string bites into your finger-- it bends perfectly, making a keening sound. "See? When you want her to cum- I'm done with this metaphor. Just press hard and pull and it'll work for you."
"Okay," you bark out with a laugh, leaning back and closing your eyes while you laugh. He laughs with you, an easy sound that goes to your heart. "What about this hand?" You hold up your right hand, gesturing vaguely at the sound board on the guitar's body.
"Same concept. You have to learn to think in two's. Your hands are separate from each other, so don't move them in tandem." Dew holds up two fingers, moving them close to each other and then separating them again. "One unit, two parts. Divide your thinking. Back to the sex metaphors, finger the girl and twist her nipples at the same time."
"I-"
"Never done that? Do it to yourself tonight and you'll see what I mean. Get those fingers to learn to work separate from the whole. But not from the hole." He winks and throws his head back, laughing loudly with one hand on his chest. You laugh with him, taking the guitar off and resting it in the stand carefully. He does the same, leaning back onto one of the large amps and crossing his ankles.
"I can't say I've ever done that but I can certainly try," you finish lamely, flushing a bright red again. Dew cocks his head to the side slightly and you catch sight of his forked tongue flicking out quickly to wet his lower lip.
"I could show you, you know." He leans closer to you, his arms still folded in front of him, deepening the tilt of his head until you feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. "Would you like that?"
"I- I think I would." You're shocked by your own answer but, let's be real-- you'd be lying if you said you've never wondering what it felt like to have those claws and that tongue on you.
"Then it's settled," he says, clapping his thighs with his hands as he stands up with a groan. "Come to me after dinner. We'll start part two."
Iām gonna combine these two for a double-punch of Sunday Smut.
SPICY NSFW BELOW.
You and Dew had been screwing around for ages.
He was your pal. Your go-to guy. In and out of the bedroom. You missed him when he was on tour and were joined at the hip when he wasnāt. It was good to have him at home for a bit before they went back out on the road. Neither of you had ever made anything official but you were sort of a packaged deal. Gross, if you asked Dew in public. His red, hot lifer if you asked him after a few drinks at home.
And so, honestly, you were kind of surprised when Copia reprimanded you two in the middle of the sermon. In front of the entire congregation. Of course, youād deserved it. Dew had his mouth attached to your neck for half the homily (you had a lovely line of hickeys to show for it) and his hand up your skirt while Copia offered communion. You were the only ones in the back row. It was dark. You werenāt bothering a soul. Cirrus was staring but, sheād been invited for a date night on Tuesday and this was just a little preview. What was the big deal? But then heād called you out again when youād cum a little too hard on Dewās fingers and heād asked you ā no ā heād ordered you to stay after in the chapel. Everyone had turned to look at you and Dew refused to take his hand out from between your legs. He only moved when Copia snapped his fingers at him, making you jump and Dew heat the vicinity...
And then, Copia told Aether to lock the doors.
You and Dew had stood in front of him while he slowly took off his mitre and robes, āI understand that you two have missed each other,ā he said, neatly laying his chasuble over the pew, āAnd I understand that the other Papaās in the past have been... lenient. But when I am speaking. When I am speaking of our Dark Lord,ā he took off his belt and loosened the buttons at the top of his shirt, āYou will give Him the respect he deserves. You will give me the respect I deserve.ā
āI... I am sorry,ā you stuttered, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Dew, āI guess weāve been a little out of control.ā
āYou know how it is with spaghetti,ā Dew said, giving Copia his best puppy-dog eyes.
āShutthefuckup,ā you panicked. Copia was staring at you ā he really was annoyed. His white was glowing and the vein in his neck was throbbing, āWeāll just go. It wonāt happen, again.ā
Copia held out his hand, standing a few steps up from you, āYou will take your punishment. You will take it as you have for past transgressions, si?ā Your belly heated at the thought ā pooling in a lusty haze between your legs. You had only been punished once before. When you and Dew and Swiss had been caught fucking in Copiaās bed. It was such a big, lovely bed and Copia had certainly seen you punished in it. You looked to Dew who swallowed. There was something about Copia tonight. Something dark and dominant and predatory. He stood with his hand outstretched, he cocked his head to the side, āYou are telling your Papa... no?ā his eyes flashed.
āNo, Papa. Of course not. I am sorry for disrespecting you during Mass. Weāll take our punishment as you see fit.ā
Now youāre filled to the brim with Copia.
Heās sitting on his throne ā shirt unbuttoned and pants undone and pushed down just enough for you to take him fully. Youāre naked and so is Dew. Dewās stroking himself but, heās been instructed not to cum Ā - the same orders for you. Copia is delivering his sermon, again, because you missed it the first time. You were too busy fucking and now you must listen. Heās an idiot if he thinks youāre capable of listening. Heās already cum, twice, and between his release and your need, your aching thighs are slick down to your knees.
His fingers make slow, lazy circles around your clit and you shudder, two hands gripping the ornate arms of his gilded chair, he leans forward and presses his lips to the soft skin behind your ear, āLook at him,ā he whispers, inhaling your scent, āLook at him. Look how his cock leaks for you. How hard and dark,ā your pussy clenches around Copia and he exhales, grinding you down onto his cock, āAnd you? So wet and trembling and whimpering, my little pet,ā he runs a fingertip down your spine, āYou are doing so well.ā
āPapa, please,ā you whisper, losing any credit for doing so well.
āOn your knees, Dewdrop,ā Copia says, pointing at his feet. Yours, toes curled and bare, dangle in between his, āHere.ā
Dewdrop scrambles up the steps, pushing his sweat-soaked hair away from his face. He puts his hands on your thighs and stares at Copia. Copia grips your hips and grinds you down onto him, āOooooh, fuck,ā you say through gritted teeth, āPapa, I canāt. I canāt do it.ā
Copia takes a fistful of hair and pulls you back to him, your back arching, āYou will not cum until I tell you, si? You will not cum and if you do, we will begin, again and perhaps I will make Dewdrop sit here, hm? Or, would it hurt more if you sat on him?ā he rocked you still, with one hand, the other keep you close to him, his lips on your cheek, āYou two have run amuck for weeks. You think I do not know you have been in my office? My bed once more?ā
āPapa,ā you said, tears streaming down your face, āPlease, let me cum,ā you begged ā your thighs shaking, your sides burning. Youād never been made to wait this long. You didnāt even know what you were being punished for anymore. You were simply aware of the fire. Of the ocean. Of the mountains of pressure, the waves cresting and cresting and cresting and...
Copia removed his hand and you exhaled, leaning against him ā sure that you were on the precipice of release. Copiaās hand found your thigh and pressed it wide. You snaked your hand over his, lacing your fingers in his, āMy hand is tired, Dewdrop.ā
Dew looked up at Copia, āPapa?ā
āUse your tongue.ā
āOh, fuck, Copia,ā you said, squirming, āPlease, I canāt. I canāt. I canāt do it.ā
āHush,ā Copia wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, down onto his cock ā the ache of taking him fully, like this did nothing to help your resolve. Dew ran his tongue up your thigh through the cum and the slick and moaned. You were glad he could enjoy himself ā cursing the fact that it was so much easier for him to hold it back, āYou said you will take your punishment,ā Copia reminded you, you cried out, gnawing on your lip as Dewās hot, forked tongue made contact with your clit, āAh,ā Copia smiled against your cheek as you broke ā but obeyed your orders - your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Dew showed you no mercy. He wanted you as much as you wanted him. He wanted to please Copia as much as you did. And Copia knew you both would obey until the sun came up, āWhat a punishment it is, my goddess. Stop,ā Copia commanded and Dew backed away immediately, your entire body turned to mush, āUp,ā Copia patted your thigh, āStand up.ā
āOh, thank you, Papa,ā you said, Dew holding your hips as you stood on shaking legs. You looked down at him and he gave you a squeeze and a wink.
āTurn,ā Copia said and you did, meeting his gaze, āSit. Facing me.ā
āPapa. Papa,ā you whined.
Copia cocked his head to the side and you obeyed without another word. You straddled him and exhaled as you sunk down onto his cock, āYou take it so well, every time,ā he said, pushing your hair behind your ears as you settled against him, āYour tongue, Dewdrop,ā Copia took your ass in his hands, gripping it tightly and spreading it wide, āYou may resume.ā
Dew seemed to be a bit too excited about this punishment, you thought as he lathed his tongue around your entrance, āFuck,ā you whispered, pressing your forehead to Copiaās, āJust one time,ā you begged, āPlease, please just one time.ā
āNo.ā
The moan that escaped your lips was otherworldly when Dew slipped his tongue inside of you, āGod, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please, Papa. I canāt do it.ā
āYou can and you will,ā Copia took hold of the back of your neck and kissed you, his tongue down your throat, effectively muffling the squeals Dew elicited from you. You tried to get away, arching you back and bucking your hips but, Dew seemed to have abandoned any thought of mercy ā his claws pricked into your sides and he slammed you back onto Copiaās cock and only pushed his tongue further, āGood girl,ā Copia said, his lips against yours ā his breath was hot and ragged on your skin and you knew he was close, again, āSuch a good pet. My good pet. Fuck her, Dewdrop. I want you to fuck her.ā
āWhat?ā Dew pressed a kiss to your ass, āReally?ā
āIf you cum, I will make you start, again.ā
You heard Dew spit and then a moment later, felt him press against your asshole. It wasnāt the first time youād taken two. It certainly wasnāt the first time it had been Copia and Dew. But fuck it was the first time you hadnāt been able to cum. Your vision blurred as Dew hissed, sinking into you achingly slow. You lifted your head and arched your back, this time taking Copia by the hair and making him kiss you.
Fuck it. Youād start over.
You rolled your hips into Copiaās and he grabbed onto your arms and Dew growled in delight, āFuck yeah,ā he said through his fangs, āFuck yeah, baby. Fuck him.ā
āNo,ā Copia took your face into his hand, scrunching up your lips, āNo. You will not.ā
You were silent in your disobedience ā riding Copia fast and hard while Dewās hips slammed into your ass. Copia held your gaze and you refused to look away. He might be Papa now but, he was still Copia. Let him make you start, again. Let him fill you with two beautiful cocks and all the cum you could handle. For the time being, Copia gave in. His mouth found your chest, sucking your nipple, he moaned and whined just as much as you did. Dew reached around to tease your clit and you doubled over ā your mouth open but silent against Copiaās as you came ā shaking and squirting and gasping for air.
The entire room turned black and a moment later, all was still except for Copia kissing you back to life. Dew was back on his knees ā his tongue laying long, gentle strokes from one end of you to the other, āWe gotta start over?ā you asked, your lips smooshed against Copiaās chest.
āI think you have served your sentence,ā Copia chuckled and you smiled.
āSāgood,ā you mumbled.
You jumped a bit when Dew got a little overzealous and Copia swatted at his face, āSheās half-dead you mongrel, let her be a moment.ā
āIf I could just,ā you lifted your hips and Copia pulled himself out of you, āI love your cock,ā you said, sitting back down, nestling into Copiaās chest, āI just need a moment. My pussy needs a moment.ā
āScoot over,ā Dew said, wiggling his way onto Copiaās lap.
āThereās not enough of room,ā You whined but, moved over and Copia was smug, grinning as the two of you settled against him, ābig chair.ā
āThere is always room,ā he kissed your head and kissed Dewās cheek, āNow. Did we learn our lesson?ā he ran a finger up and down your spine, sneaking a bit lower each time and you knew the night was not over ā Dew had his hand on his cock -slow, rolling strokes ā reading your mind.
You grinned, Dewās eyes flashing and you looked up at Copia ā his lips a bit swollen and his hair mussed and his makeup smudged, āIāve heard your sermon three times tonight and I still donāt know what the fuck it was about.ā
Hereās what happens when you get one little idea in your headā¦
Weāve got ghoul-fucking, knotting, ritual sex on an altar in the woods, a little bit of booty business, a little bit of Satan plus a whole lot of Aether romance.Ā
Because of some research Iām doing for some upcoming work, I now have the image in my head of Dew looking up animal facts purely so he can randomly ask, āHeyā¦ Hey, did you know that chickens like dust bathing?ā or something and then wander off.
The stage crew is trying to set up for a show and he just saunters over like,Ā āDid you know horses canāt eat tomatoes? Wild right?ā and walk away before they can respond.
He does this in the middle of the night, too, after a gig while the other ghouls + Copia are trying to get some shut eye.
Just, dead silence, a bit of shifting as everyone gets comfortable, and then-
āDucks can live up to ten years.ā
āDew, itās 3am.ā
āThatās also how many hours they sleep.ā
āDew, please.ā
āIf I was a duck, I would be a Blue Swedish duck.ā
For the americans out there, 1kg is about 2lbs. Rewriting this bost gives:
"To answer a lot of people's question: this package is [4lbs] there's also, [10lbs] and [20lbs] ones (which used to be sold in most stores, but you can find them only in specialized ones nowadays). There are some tiny ones, like 1lb! Those are the ones you buy to carry when you travel."
Croatians apparently take a pound of toothpast with them when they travel.
Iām really just a heathen for Dew, and Iām not even sorry. Was originallyĀ gonna title this āLick Me Like One of Your Guitar Necks Dewwyā but itās too long and just awful sooo
NSFW WARNING
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(I donāt know if my tumblr is glitching or what, but this is @oldonemasterĀ ās GIF)
That fuckinā bratā¦
You knew it was a horrible idea to go to tonightās Ghost concert.
Dewdrop had been teasing you all day, and now he does this shit. Licking the neck of his guitar just to get you all hot and bothered, and it was working just like he knew it would.
Iāve cross posted this on both twit (@peachydew666) and here, here is my only last resort for help, as I donāt have much of a following else where. This happened a few days ago (3) but itās still effecting me so Iāll just post everything I have there.
Iāve since messaged eBay support about it, and they never responded, only sent me an automated message saying that theyāre sorry this has happened and that I now qualify for $30 in credit???
1: Iām crying hysterical right now, just as I was about to go to bed, I get this message. At first I thought it was a scammer had my account info, but looking deeper into it, I was charged $196 to cancel an auction early bc it had fake bids up to $1.5k! What the fuck.
2: I canāt do this. I really canāt. I canāt afford to. eBay made it MY fault that they wonāt ban fake bidders, I got charged $200 fucking dollars bc I didnāt want to deal with fake bidders and cancelled an auction. This takes so much from me. So much.
3: I owe my father $2k, I have $200 in bills coming up this month, I donāt get paid till the 28th, best part is that eBay owed ME money, I didnāt owe them money. And now they wonāt give it to me bc they added it into what I somehow magically owe them.
4: When I cancelled it, they only warned me that it would take my 100% selling rate down, and customers would be less likely to buy from me. Not that I would have to give them Everthing I fucking own for it.
5: just now, I see this in my transactions, for another $111, not only have I not bought anything of this amount, (therefore not a late processed payment) but it says for collection?? Collection for what?? My life?? I have a pending balance of $0 in eBay, I donāt know what this is or why I was charged it. But I was.
After all my bank overdraft fees, this puts me once again at an unlivable balance of $38, and Iāve shared it so much on twit that itās not gaining attention it needs anymore.
I hate to post this. I really do. On here. Twitter. Doesnāt matter. Iām an adult. Iām suppose to be able to make it on my own. But I canāt. Iām so far behind.
Because of this Iāve mass opened commissions, I mainly work with crystals, silver (plated) and snake shed. Iām Open to other ideas but they may take me a bit due to material costs. Below are some things Iām offering. First. Shipping costs.
I donāt make profit off of this. I charge you what USPS charges me. Bc of this I do throw in extras to make up for your expense. These are for tracked shipping, only flat items (mummy dust/stickers) can be sent via stamp.
US domestic: $5.50
Canada & Mexico $16
Rest of world $29.60
Snake shed pendants, can be any color(s) (up to 6 colors per) $10+ ship as keychain $12 + ship as necklace, $18 + ship as earrings, $25+ ship as set.
Crystal rosaries $25-$35 (depends on length) + ship each. Currently I can do rose quarts, unakite, green aventurine, red jasper, sodalite and citrine.
Mummy dust, most are mint condition, small wrinkles/imperfections. I wonāt send out damaged ones. $8 + ship each. These can be via stamp for $0.56-$1.50, or tracked mentioned above.
Papa themed earrings, $18 + ship each.
Turtle carved bone earrings (can also be made into necklaces) $15-$20 + ship each.
Wire wrapped crystals, $12-$25 + ship each.
Real Rabbit blood glass vial earrings (humane, not killed to make said earrings, was already dead) $15 + ship
Custom earrings, almost everything you see as a necklace/keychain can be made into earrings. $12-$20 + ship each.
Miscellaneous stickers, all are ghost related but range from stupid ones like these to pride ones, etc. $3 + stamp ship each.
Iāve cross posted this on both twit (@peachydew666) and here, here is my only last resort for help, as I donāt have much of a following else where. This happened a few days ago (3) but itās still effecting me so Iāll just post everything I have there.
Iāve since messaged eBay support about it, and they never responded, only sent me an automated message saying that theyāre sorry this has happened and that I now qualify for $30 in credit???
1: Iām crying hysterical right now, just as I was about to go to bed, I get this message. At first I thought it was a scammer had my account info, but looking deeper into it, I was charged $196 to cancel an auction early bc it had fake bids up to $1.5k! What the fuck.
2: I canāt do this. I really canāt. I canāt afford to. eBay made it MY fault that they wonāt ban fake bidders, I got charged $200 fucking dollars bc I didnāt want to deal with fake bidders and cancelled an auction. This takes so much from me. So much.
3: I owe my father $2k, I have $200 in bills coming up this month, I donāt get paid till the 28th, best part is that eBay owed ME money, I didnāt owe them money. And now they wonāt give it to me bc they added it into what I somehow magically owe them.
4: When I cancelled it, they only warned me that it would take my 100% selling rate down, and customers would be less likely to buy from me. Not that I would have to give them Everthing I fucking own for it.
5: just now, I see this in my transactions, for another $111, not only have I not bought anything of this amount, (therefore not a late processed payment) but it says for collection?? Collection for what?? My life?? I have a pending balance of $0 in eBay, I donāt know what this is or why I was charged it. But I was.
After all my bank overdraft fees, this puts me once again at an unlivable balance of $38, and Iāve shared it so much on twit that itās not gaining attention it needs anymore.
I hate to post this. I really do. On here. Twitter. Doesnāt matter. Iām an adult. Iām suppose to be able to make it on my own. But I canāt. Iām so far behind.
