Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Repugnant (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mary Goore/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Mary Goore, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, Voyeurism, Alcohol, this one's been sitting in my WIPs for a looooong time
Summary:
Man, he fucking hates parties. Well, no, that’s a lie. Parties can be great—good smoke, good beer, good tunes? Can’t beat it. Surrounded by this sea of complete fucking strangers, in some rich ass yuppie neighborhood, however, Mary Goore has never felt more uncomfortable in his life, and that discomfort is quickly giving rise to irritation.
Proud of Death, not the rose (i did it in 5 mins to finish it for class and turn it in)
Thank you @daveydesu for keeping me sane during both of my all-nighters to finish my 5 stages of grief project
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A group of friends. A road trip. A sleepy mountain town. Tale as old as time, right?
Not like this.
All Ariadne wanted was to reconnect with the people she used to love more than anyone. Rekindle bonds from her childhood.
Make memories that she could look back on fondly in her golden years.
But someone else in the town of Ripton Mills had a different plan for her summer vacation, and what was once a simple weekend trip with friends in a remote cabin quickly became a harrowing nightmare.
She'll have to rely on all her horror instincts to get out of this mess alive.
Can she use this knowledge to save her friends as well?
It’s got spooky woods, crude humor, and a sexy, sexy slasher! If that sounds like your jam, it is available on Kindle and print on demand right now!
A group of friends. A road trip. A sleepy mountain town. Tale as old as time, right?
Not like this.
All Ariadne wanted was to reconnect with the people she used to love more than anyone. Rekindle bonds from her childhood. Make memories that she could look back on fondly in her golden years.
But someone else in the town of Ripton Mills had a different plan for her summer vacation, and what was once a simple weekend trip with friends in a remote cabin quickly became a harrowing nightmare.
She'll have to rely on all her horror instincts to get out of this mess alive.
Can she use this knowledge to save her friends as well?
Follow the guide and maybe you’ll survive! Coming October 17th!
In a small, unassuming town, a Catholic nun named Sister Mary Sabine yearns deeply for acceptance, friendship, and love. Unfortunately, these desires seem to elude her at every turn. She performs her duties mechanically, secretly harboring a wish for more despite her station. One fateful night, she meets a strange yet charismatic man who introduces himself as Cardinal Copia, and sets in motion her own fall from grace.
Eddie Munson considers himself a coward. Outside of his fantasy land, he's no hero. But when someone's in need of saving, he quickly shows his true colors. Luckily for him, the damsel in distress is very, very grateful.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Outdoor Sex, Loss of Virginity, Porn with Feelings, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Recreational Drug Use
“What’s this one?” you ask, tapping your finger on the inverted cross on his hip. You’ve got your head pillowed on Mary Goore’s stomach and your ankles kicking up in the air.
“First one I got, actually,” he says, briefly craning his neck to look down at it and you. “Just walked into the parlor on my 18th and picked it out of a fuckin’ magazine. Actually cried when the needle went in,” he adds, snorting as his head flops back down onto the mattress.
“And this one?” You push yourself onto your hands and knees to hover over him, and your palm skates up to his chest. You fingertips linger over the tiny black dragon coiled over his right nipple.
“Oh, heh.” Pillowing his head on his arm, he cracks a crooked grin up at you, his eyes hooded. “Ex-boyfriend did that one for me before we split. Wanted to do it myself, but it’s hard to get at my tits with a needle. His name’s Spunky.”
You huff out a little laugh. “Spunky?” you echo.
“Yeah, always try to aim for him when I’m jacking it,” he replies, his tongue flopping out of his mouth as his grin becomes lewd and wolfish. The silver stud winks at you invitingly.
“What about this one?” you ask, moving your fingers to the words in Latin running down his flank.
He twitches a little at your light touch to his ribs. “’Per aspera ad Inferi,’” he says. “‘Through hardship to Hell.’“ He shrugs. “Song lyrics. Thought they sounded edgy. I was fuckin’ 19 and stupid as shit,” he adds, his cheeks turning pink.
“I think it’s pretty.”
“You think all of me is pretty,” he retorts, wrinkling his nose.
“That’s true. And you are.” You laugh at his deepening blush and sit up, tucking your legs beneath you. “Tell me about this one,” you say, catching his left hand and bringing your lips to the black grucifix he’s got on his middle finger.
“Got bored. Had a pen and a needle. Liked Ghost,” he replies with a shrug, but you’re kissing his fingertips now, and he can’t really articulate himself anymore. He draws a sharp breath when you suck gently on the tip of one of his fingers. “Fuck, babe.”
“I’m not done,” you reply, smirking down at him. You reach for his bicep, tracing the winged demon looming over the building that’s inked into his shoulder. “This one.”
“Uh...” He swallows, obviously still trying to remember how to talk. “A-Album cover. Sepultura, Bestial Devastation. One of my favorites.”
It all comes out in a rush, and now he’s chewing his bottom lip, his eyes hungry as they regard you. He’s trying to restrain himself, to let you take the lead, but his hand is resting on your thigh as you stroke his tattoo, and his thumb is stroking slow across your bare skin.
Smiling, you shift, straddling his hips. “And this one?”
As your palm glides to the word on his chest, encapsulated in a simple heart, you lean closer until your nose brushes his. A quiet hum escapes him, and his hands move to your waist, gently squeezing.
