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forlorn-crows · 9 days ago

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𝑱𝒐𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Mist/Sunshine

Tags: transfemme sunshine, fluff and smut, smoking, semi-public sex, car sex, handjobs, cum eating, implied road head. mist is a menace and sunny loves it.

Words: 2,140

a belated birthday present for @belle--ofthebrawl 𐕣

“They are some nice fingers,” Mist smirks. She takes a long drag, looking Sunny up and down appreciatively. Scooching a little further down in her seat before tipping her head back and exhaling a stream of smoke. “Good for so many other things too, aren’t they?” Sunny rearranges Mist’s feet on her lap and fiddles with the laces on her boots. “I-I-I dunno. Maybe they are,” she says, faking aloofness. Turning her nose up indignantly before her face morphs into a big, silly grin when she looks over at Mist again. “Why—you thinkin’ about them?” “Hm,” Mist smirks, those eyes raking over her again. “I’m certainly thinking about something.” She takes another drag and exhales it into the warm summer air. “So many possibilities when no one is watching . . .”

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Mist’s silvery hair whips in the wind as she cranks up the speed. The dial reaches way past the limit, and Mist just tosses her head back. Steps even further on the gas, engine clearly nearing its limit. And the little ghoulette whoops with unrestrained glee.

“How do you even know how to drive this?!” Sunny yells over the wind. “Or, like, drive at all?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, multi girl?” Mist shouts back, smirking. “I have my ways.”

It’s perfect weather for this, clear skies and a nice warm summer breeze. Sunshine is thankful for Mist’s calculated timing in nabbing Secondo’s old convertible—and for snatching her along for the ride. If anyone asked, the story would have been it’s an old car, it can’t just sit around; it has to be driven every now and then. Sunshine would be the one to insist they’d run an errand or two while they were out. Two hours tops.

But they drove that Mercedes straight out of the abbey and gunned it as soon as they were far enough down the road.

Mist switches her grip on the steering wheel, guiding with her right hand and draping her left arm over the side of the door into the wind. Her hand rides the air currents, kelly green nails flashing as her fingers twist and turn in the sunlight. Sunshine fixates on the way they move, as if the air were Mist’s own element, bones in her hand shifting under her thin skin.

“Turn on some tunes for us, bet she’s got a tape on deck,” Mist lifts her chin in the direction of the stereo. “Make her sing.”

Sunny grins, jabbing at the mechanical buttons for TAPE and PLAY. She turns the volume dial, turning until the needle reaches close to MAX. Some classic rock band—not what she was expecting—plays over the speakers, hitting their ears only to get lost in the wind once the sound waves pass their heads. But it’s just enough to hear, to soundtrack their little joyride.

The landscape soars past them, hair obscuring Sunshine’s view every other moment. Flashes of golden curls obscuring the endless expanse of green countryside. It’s fun to watch it all pass, but it’s not quite as captivating as the ghoulette behind the wheel. Sunny watches her little braids whip around in the wind, tangling around the other strands of her long hair blowing behind her. They almost sparkle, the silver tones brought to the surface by the unobstructed sun. So different from her own. Her eyes skate along Mist’s angular features—cheekbones, pointed nose, the glint of a tiny fang—landing on her neck where her gill fins are almost translucent as the sun shines through.

Her heart skips a beat when Mist peeks at her with those bright eyes and gives her a grin, mischievous and gleeful.

“Eyes on the road,” the water ghoulette teases with a shake of her head. “Still a ways before we get to where we’re going.”

Sunny perks up, eyes bright. “Where’re we going!”

Mist groans over the drone of the wind: “Loosen up, peaches; enjoy the ride!”

She reaches over and cranks the volume up as high as it’ll go, cackling as the guitars wail as loud as the engine roars. She puts both hands back on the steering wheel and takes the curve that leads to the coastline, tires kicking up even more loose dirt than necessary.

The minutes pass quickly, especially with Mist’s occasional comments on a song’s baseline or her pointing out random personal landmarks (I brought Dew to that cemetery once; he made me ask the ‘spirits’ if they were okay watching me jack him off. I shouldn’t have to ask, they should be begging to see some action—). At one point, Sunshine attempts to sing one of the songs but ends up mistaking it for a different one, and the blush on her cheeks from her flubbed lyrics makes Mist laugh brightly.

Sunny’s finally able to wipe the stray moisture from her eyes when Mist slows to a reasonable speed, the constant beating wind having made them tear up after a while.

“Having fun?” Mist shakes her head, righting her hair a bit before wiping away tears of her own. “I certainly am.”

“Ye-e-es,” Sunny lilts. “More fun when I know where we’re go-o-ing.”

Mist trills. “Hush. Patience, multi girl.” She swats at her passenger with her tail, still reaching her easily despite being partially sat–on. “You’ll get something nice when we get there. Not much further.”

And she’s true to her word; only a few more minutes down the road, the water comes into view. Mist turns down a sparse dirt road and nudges the stereo down low. The tires crunch as they roll to a stop, front of the vehicle facing the gentle waves just a few feet away.

“Mist, we’re like, in the trees,” Sunshine laughs slightly. She looks around, only seeing slivers of distant buildings through trunks of birch and pine. “Is this it?”

“Mm-hm.” Mist unbuckles and swings her legs across to the passenger seat. Her boots plop over Sunshine’s lap, crossing at the ankle. The little ghoulette leans back against the driver’s side door and digs a lighter and a cigarette out of her pocket. “Perfect place for a leisurely smoke.”

Sunshine nabs the lighter out of her hand before she can bring it to her mouth. “Hah!”

Mist just rolls her eyes. “Oh no. Whatever will I do. The fire hybrid stole my light. Help. Somebody.”

The multi ghoulette giggles and pinches her thumb and forefinger like a crab, moving towards her face. Mist pulls the cigarette from her mouth and offers it to her in graceful motion, holding it out to Sunny as if it were an extension of her finger. Sunshine grins and pinches the end. She wiggles a little in her seat as the space between her fingers glows white-hot, smoke following soon after.

“Can’t believe you’d even bring a lighter with ya when you’ve got these perfect little fingers right here.” She pulls away, flicking away stray ash.

Sunny rearranges Mist’s feet on her lap and fiddles with the laces on her boots. “I-I-I dunno. Maybe they are,” she says, faking aloofness. Turning her nose up indignantly before her face morphs into a big, silly grin when she looks over at Mist again. “Why—you thinkin’ about them?”

“Hm,” Mist smirks, those eyes raking over her again. “I’m certainly thinking about something.” She takes another drag and exhales it into the warm summer air. “So many possibilities when no one is watching . . .”

Sunny’s stomach flips at those possibilities. Naturally curious, imagination blooming. Her legs shift under Mist’s. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

It’s silent for a handful of moments, save for the waves and the rustling of leaves. Mist takes a few more long pulls of her cigarette before snuffing it out in the door ashtray, deeming her smoke break finished. Then she practically leaps up, snatching her legs back from Sunshine’s lap, tucking them under her small frame, and plants one hand on the dash and the other on the back of her seat.

Mist leans over the center console, left hand moving to firmly plant onto Sunny’s thigh. Purposefully close to her crotch. “You want to have a little fun, don’t you, firecracker?”

Sunny huffs a laugh, breath going right into the side of the water ghoulette’s face. “I could be convinced.”

“I think you were convinced two minutes ago,” Mist smirks, skirting her hand up to the apex of her thigh. She purrs and rubs her nose against Sunny’s, cold against warm. Teasing at her lips with the faintest brush of a kiss. Her fingers graze right over where she wants them too, tracing along the seam of her flouncy shorts—which still do nothing to hide the fact that she’s chubbing up inside them.

“Is that a lighter in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Sunshine breathes both before dragging Mists’s lips to hers and bucking up into her hand. The frenzy with which she touches and grabs stands in stark contrast to the stillness and calm around them, but Mist just does things to the multi ghoulette’s psyche that, honestly, should probably be studied. When Mist’s hand slights past her waistband, she thanks the Lord Below that she chose to wear these shorts today.

“So adorable when you’re worked up for me,” she breathes, wrapping her fingers around Sunny’s length. “You just love a thrill, don’t you?”

Sunshine bites her lip and lets her head fall back against the headrest. Moaning when Mist strokes her. “Got me the–he–re.”

“Mmn.”

Her hand is delightfully cool around her, cutting through some of the heat flooding from her stomach. Mist strokes her with a firm grip, firm enough to make her hiss and curse when the head of her cock catches on her knuckles just so. Teasing, pulling at the skin.

Sunshine digs her fingers into the softened leather seat. “Mmpf-fuck,” she groans. “Satanas, you jerk it so good.”

“Wet little thing tells me all I need to know,” Mist lilts. And it really does—kicking in Mist’s hand when she twists her fist, spurting pre against the pad of her thumb when she circles it over the slit, throbbing when she grips at the base. “Will you spill for me, right here out in the open?”

“Fuck, Mist—”

“Know you’ll want to. Sweet little peach that you are, you just can’t hold it in, can you?”

Sunny gasps and squeezes her eyes shut. Shakes her head with a little mm-mm. “Feels good. Real good, shit.”

“That’s it, good girl,” Mist purrs against Sunny’s twitching ear. “So much fun, you know that? So nice to touch.” She pauses her strokes to palm at her cock instead, caressing from base to tip. “To kiss.” Cool lips touch her once again, her mouth roaming down her jaw and back up again to her ear. “To play with.”

“Mist!”

The water ghoulette grips her hard and strokes all the way up. Milking out another spurt of pre that smears against the inside of her fingers. “Yes?”

Sunshine hisses. “Ah, you fucker.”

“So mean,” Mist tuts. “Good thing I like your naughty mouth.” She captures said mouth with her own, slipping her tongue in a claiming kiss.

Sunshine gasps and flings a hand out to grip at Mist’s knee where it’s resting on the center console, hips twitching as a zing of pleasure far too strong rips through her core. Her other hand bats uselessly at the inside of her own thigh, fighting not to grab at the base of her cock through her shorts to stave off impending release. But if she doesn’t she’ll blow. She’ll blow very soon, with the way Mist is pulling at her.

“Don’t have to hide it,” Mist encourages. “C’mon, firecracker, let’s see you burst.”

Sunshine whines. “Gonna get all stickyyy.” But she keeps fucking into Mist’s hand each time it strokes down her shaft, so so close.

“I’ll clean you up,” Mist promises, turning the attention of her mouth to Sunny’s ear. Nibbling on the lobe while her hand gets faster, tighter. “Can’t waste something like that, now can we?”

“Fucking hells—” The multi ghoulette’s head nearly bounces off the headrest as she throws it back in pleasure, tensing up in Mist’s hand before spilling all over it. Little dribbles that decorate her knuckles, smear down her cock as Mist works her through it.

Sunshine’s barely catching her breath before Mist grips her tight within the circle of her fingers, squeegeeing up her cock to catch all of her mess on her hand. She brings it to her mouth, watching Sunny’s eyes flutter as she streaks cum across her tongue.

Mist hums at the taste. Licking her hand clean before giving Sunny’s lap a cursory pat. “How’s that for a treat?”

She groans in response, tucking her legs against her chest on the seat. She rests her cheek on her knees, looking over to Mist who’s unfortunately as composed as can be. “You’re turn?” she asks in a small, but eager voice. Biting her bottom lip when Mist smirks back at her.

The water ghoulette settles back into the driver’s seat. Arms coming up to rest behind her head, grin still firmly in place. She scoots down just a little, clicking her tongue as she turns her head towards Sunny and throws her a wink.

“Maybe on the way back.”

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #transfemme sunshine ghoulette #the band ghost fanfic #nameless ghoul fanfic #mist/sunshine #sunshine/mist #ghost band #yes the title is the kesha song #“im just lookin for a good. time. tonight.”#crow writes #era v ghouls #era iii ghouls #girls!!!#yes im posting this at a weird hour bc im tired and this is ready to go. consider it for wet ghoul wednesday

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sister-marshmallow · 2 years ago

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Life Eternal

Chapter two: Awakening

Cardinal Copia x Original Female Character

The abyss swallows you whole. When no light can enter your eyes, only the darkness of our Father in Hell can consume you. I remember those words from the book. As promised, being locked in a small black containment for centuries does leave you susceptible to darkened thoughts. Though sleep has consumed me, I have still felt the years pass as slowly as watching the paint of the chapel dry.

I have been trapped within my own mind for too long now, shackled to the confines of my own consciousness. My body has been like stone, unable to be moved or felt. My eyelids, I can feel them. The urge to blink them open comes over me, only to be met with darkness. Feeling is regained within my fingers, they twitch and come to life, next my toes. Life floods back into my stiff bones, a strangled groan leaving my throat as my body struggles against the clostraphoic box.

My hands press against the lid, attempting to push it off, but the lid is heavy, sealed from centuries of dirt and grime. I make a fist, bashing against the lid. “Someone! Please! Let me out!” My voice scratches as I scream, vocal chords lethargic from lack of use, my tongue having lost the ease of speech. I kick and hit the box, loud banging emanating from within. “Please! Let me out!”

“Shut the fuck up!” What? I hear the voice, faint for shouting, but they heard me. There are people here, I- I can be freed. I grit my teeth before kicking again.

“Let! Me! Out!”

The sound of many footsteps grows louder, I continue to thrash, making my presence known. Harsh light strikes down into my pained eyes, I cover them with my hand as they adjust to luminance once again. My spine crackles audibly as I rise from the coffin, my icey hands rubbing together, they are pale and dead.

“The old texts were true…she is here.” The man's ancient voice speaks, milky eyes fixated on my form. His skin is wrinkled like old leather, the markings of a skull painted haphazardly on his face. His robes are intricate, like a noble priest, embroidered in gold.

He stands next to my coffin in the cobweb-filled room. This must be a catacomb of sorts. The stone black walls, dripping candles and well, the coffins. I find myself lost for words, confused. I can’t seem to remember how this has all occurred. I have been in that coffin for centuries, I have felt it, yet I do not know how this began…no, only that I have read a book of the Olde One.

“Can someone p-perhaps tell me what is happening?”

“My child, you have been prophesied for centuries.” A woman speaks this time. Her clothes are strange, unfamiliar to me, though they consist of black and white, yet no dress. Her eyes are circled in coal, hair grey and face wrinkled. Her neck is thin, the skin like paper, revealing her blue veins. They pulse as blood rushes through them, each vessel, even the capillaries, I sense as they fill.

My teeth scratch against the inside of my mouth, my eyes fixated on her pulsing neck, the smell of iron overwhelming my senses as I lurch forward. My arms are quickly grabbed by a man in a mask, I tug against him violently, thrashing to try and break his grip.

“Get Terzo’s ghouls!” The older man shouts, looking at another masked man by the door.

“Get off me!” I hiss, teeth bared, eyes still fixated on her neck, her blood pumping faster now. Two more silver masked men run into the room, restraining me again just as I escape the grasp of the first.

“Careful there, princess.” The larger one speaks, holding my body against his. I hiss and scratch, trying to escape but he is strong, unnaturally so. “I think it’s best you leave now, Sister, Papa.”

“Yeah, plus she fucking stinks!” The smaller man spits as the old man and woman run through the door. It slams behind them and I am let free. I rush to the door, tugging at the handle but it does not budge. My fingers scratch into the wood, splinters burying themselves into the soft skin beneath. My nails then come to scratch at my throat, the dry need for her blood, the desperation overwhelming.

“The fuck’s up with her!? What was she doing down here anyway?” The little man asks.

“Do you genuinely not pay attention to anything? She’s the lamia.”

He looks to the other, deadpanned for a second. “You know my Latin is shit.”

“She’s a vampire, Dew! You know, you would’ve thought the cardinal would’ve gone on about this enough for you to remember. He loves those prophecies.”

“He probably does but I don't pay attention.”

I finally give up my scratching, sinking down to the floor. My bloody hands wrap themselves in the material of my dress, suddenly the fear and shock of the situation registering as I begin to shake. The largest of the men approaches me, I shuffle back, trying to keep away. “You okay there?” I peek out from behind my hair, eyes swirling with fear as I gaze upon the intimidating, angular mask donning the man’s face. “There’s no need to be scared, we're not going to hurt you.”

“Where am I?” My voice wavers as I struggle to hold eye contact.

“You’re in our church, in the basement…well, more specifically in the catacombs.”

“I…I was in a coffin…w-why?”

“You don’t remember anything?” He asks, his voice drifting, sounding sadder than it had previously.

“N-No…I remember the book…and the pestilence and…oh”

My parents' final breath, choked out, blood filled viscera coating their peaceful, restful faces. The amorphous man, guiding me to the darkness. The hooded creature leading me to the forest. Screams filling the night air, her neck in my mouth, her blood down my throat. The massacre I left for only God to witness. Nails hammering into the coffin lid and then nothing, nothing but His whispers…

“No! No I- that…”

“Can I see the teeth?” He is immediately smacked across the head by the taller, skinner man.

“Dew! Shut the fuck up!”

“Are you thirsty?” The bigger man asks, squatting down to be at my level. I nod, shyly. “Right. I’ll go ask Sister, see what she can get sorted. You two,” he turns back, pointing at the other men, “watch over her. Do not let her out of this room.” He gestures to me to move out of the way and I do so, holding myself back from running through the door as he leaves.

The two other men turn to me, one awkwardly fiddling with his hands. “So…when’d you die.”

“Dew- you can’t just ask her shit like that!”

“I-I’m dead!?” I screech, looking down again at my cold, pale hands.

“No- well, technically yes? I mean, you’re still moving so what does life mean anyway?” The tall one splutters, arms outstretched in front of him.

“Were you like some crazy powerful witch or something? Is that how you got to talk to Him?” The short one asks eagerly, stepping in front of the taller masked man.

My brows knit together, fingers fiddling with the fabric of my dress. “I’m not a witch. I am- was a Shepard.”

“What?”

“My family cared for sheep, we were normal pious people, I don’t know why we were forsaken, I-”

“Did you know Imperator has a secret blood bank!?” The bigger man bursts though the door, clear bags of red liquid in hand. The smell hits my nose, eyes rolling back before I launch myself at the man, ripping into the bag he holds, the divine languid taste dripping down my throat. “Mother of satan…”

“MORE!” He tosses another bag over to me, I pierce it with my teeth, consuming the essence. “MORE!” I growl, coagulated crimson bubbling at the corners of my mouth, sharp white teeth stained.

“I don‘t have any more!” He shouts in protest. I hiss back at him.

“You sure she’s not a fucking demon?”

“Dew, please shut the fuck up.”

“She’s a vampire. She died during the Black Death.” The bigger man grunts.

“Wow,” the smaller man muses, “fucking long time ago.”

“No shit.”

“What is a vampire?” I ask, wiping the blood from my lips.

“See!” He exclaims. “I’m not dumb! She doesn’t even know what she is!”

“DEW! Please- for the love of all that’s unholy, fucking leave. Go ask the cardinal if you have any more stupid questions.” The taller man commands.

“Ugh, fine.” He grumbles, slumping his shoulders before leaving the room, the door locks behind him. I back against the cold stone wall, hugging my knees. I really wish I had an understanding of what has come to pass. My family, they are gone. They have been gone for hundreds of years. So has my village, and all with knowledge of it. The kind priest who gave my parents their rites was the last to see me before…this…at least it was not him who I destroyed. God would not have forsaken one of his holy men. The fire of the candelabra flickers above me. The windy whips of orange lapping up to the ceiling, rising up as the souls damned to Hell would do. Why was I not given this fate, allowed the kiss of death. Instead am I now cursed to live among the living who I must feast on for sustenance?

“He was right though, she does smell.” The sound of the lanky masked man breaks me from my spiralling thoughts.

“I don’t know what we can do about it. We can't take her out of this room to have a shower.”

“What is a shower?”

I see the tall one roll his eyes behind his mask. “Oh fuck, how long is this gonna take to explain.”

“It's not our job, we’ll have to wait for Imperator to talk to her.”

I lower my head, eyes threatening tears, they sting sharply. “I’m sorry for being a burden to you both, I am just very…confused.”

The larger man tilts his head, crouching down before kneeling beside me, a comforting hand placed on my shoulder. “Hey, you’re not a burden. I imagine this is quite scary for you but I’m sure Sister will explain it all to you. In the meantime, I’m Omega, this is Earth, and the asshole that was here before is called Dewdrop.”

I lift my head to look into his eyes. They swirl a strange colour. A mix of brown and red, a strange glow emanating from within them, darkened by the shadow of his metal visage. “Thank you for being so kind, Omega. Could- could you please apologise to those people from earlier, on my behalf…I just couldn’t control myself…it's this overwhelming urge, all I could hear was her pulse.”

“It's probably because you hadn’t drank in a really long time.” The taller man, Earth, suggests. Earth, a strange name.

“I have only done it once. It was a massacre…then I was locked in that coffin.”

“Sounds like a crazy story.” Earth grits.

“You really don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,” Omega adds. “Don’t let us pressure you.”

“I will…in time.” I hum to myself, chin resting on my knees. “I do have a question.”

“All ears.”

“How come I have no urge to drink from you or Earth?”

“Probably because we’re ghouls, not humans. Maybe you can't drink from us at all.”

Earth nods. “It's probably a good thing you can't, someone has to be able to control you.”

“Ghouls? Are you- are you demons?”

“Basically.”

“Okay…and this church worships?”

“The one below. He saved you.”

“You must be very special to Him. I mean, we’ve all heard stories of vampires but nobody has ever seen one. Nihil thinks you’re the only one.” Omega adds.

“Nihil?” I muse. “The older man, from earlier.”

“Yeah, he’s been dying to meet you.”

My brows furrow. He wants to meet me so badly? Me? What could possibly be so special about me that a church of the Devil could be so interested in. The mistakes I made, the selling of my soul? Surely I cannot be the only one to meet this fate? This man was so kind, welcoming and I- I tried to kill him. “I…I want to apologise to him, to both of them. Perhaps I will be fine now, you can both hold me back, just in case.”

The thinner ghoul looks towards the other, head tilted to the side. “You think that's a good idea, Omega?”

He breathes deeply. “Maybe not the best idea, but I’m sure it will be fine. We need their help with her anyway, go get them.”

Omega holds a gentle but firm grip on my forearm, calming me from the fear of my uncontrollable blood lust. The large wooden door opens, Earth heading in first to hold it for the two older humans. My other hand reaches to grip at Omega’s, feeling a strange comfort from him as my eyes drift to Nihil and the lady. They walk towards me confidently, not sheepish as I suspected. Although they saw my uncontrolled nature, they do not seem to fear me.

“I-” I begin, breathing deeply to calm my nerves yet feeling no such overwhelming urge to bite the two. “I would like to apologise.”

“There is no need, my child.” The woman speaks, her tone crisp and regal. The two bow before me, causing me to bow back in confusion before omega elbows me in the rib, jolting me back up. The two rise, eyes filled with fascination as they yet again take in my dishevelled form.

“I have been waiting for years to meet you, Vampir. We read of you in the ancient texts. His blessing upon you is…magnificent. Would you not agree, sister?”

She nods, curtly. “His creations are wondrous, I’ll give you that. But yes, we have read much about you.”

“Read about me? I… I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“The Olde one left messages of you through the centuries, predicting your return. It was to beacon a great change. You have the dark one's favour, he will bring us new teachings through you. You have his communion.”

A look of bewilderment strikes across my features. “Do not dump her with all this burden this second, Papa.” The woman grumbles. “She needs time to adjust, time to think. You cannot comprehend the change she is going through. Commune with the dark one can wait until she has at least had a shower.”

“And what might a shower be?”

“…”

“I’ll go get Cirrus.”

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