#mary goore x female reader

[gravehags]

smitten by the blackest force

Pairing: Mary Goore x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: witch reader, cemetery sex, deals with the devil, rough sex, devil's marks, mary goore being some kind of supernatural being...?

Words: 2,861

Summary: If this is your Mephistopheles well...just call you Doctor Faustus.

a/n: mary please return my calls i desperately need to get fucked in a cemetery. mary are you there? mary?

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You like this cemetery.

It’s old. Quiet. Set back in the oak trees off the dirt road with ivy entwined in the wrought-iron fencing. You liked to come here often - even on the occasions where you weren’t conducting rituals - sometimes packing a sandwich and an Arizona tea and just sitting on the grass - keeping the spirits whose names have long worn off the headstones company. You’ve never seen anyone else visit but somehow the grass is always trimmed back, never overgrown. Even the local teenagers don’t fuck with this place, your little hideout, and for that you’re extremely grateful. There are some rumors among the townspeople about devil worshippers in the area but considering the questionable nature of your own practice, you aren’t too worried about them (if they even exist at all.) 

Right now you’ve got a blanket spread out to sit on, a knitted shawl around your shoulders, and your various bottles and crystals surrounding you. You hauled out a few camping lanterns from your car to keep the spot well-lit as the sun dips down below the forested horizon. Sighing you lay back against the blanket beneath you, breathing in the evening air and the quiet.

Snap.

The sound has you shooting up, clutching your shawl and eyes darting. The only thing you can hear is the sound of nature around you - crickets and cicadas. You open your mouth with the intention of asking if anyone is there before you promptly close it, thinking better of it. You’ve been out here at night before - countless times - and never encountered anything sinister but you’re not stupid and inviting anything in. Besides, you think as your shoulders sag, it was probably an animal. You scoot back on your blanket until your back is flush with the tall mossy headstone behind you, feeling more secure with its protection. A few minutes pass and you yawn, watching the blink of fireflies in the distance. You slump against the stone, and you feel so cozy and content as your eyelids slide close you only vaguely register the low chuckle coming from somewhere behind you. You’re in the beginning stages of drifting off when a teasing whistle winds its way through the gravestones. You jolt upwards, head whipping around but neither seeing nor hearing anything. That is, until a soft tsk-ing sound comes from behind you and you watch as thick, beat-up boot soles stroll into your line of vision. You crawl away from the person, heart thundering in your chest and your anxiety thrumming through your veins reminding you that you’re probably going to die. When the figure stops at a nearby tall headstone and leans back against it, crossing their legs at the ankles, they speak.

“Kind of a shitty witch who falls asleep in a fucking cemetery,” they smirk, crossing their arms. Thanks to a nearby lantern you’re able to get a better look at them - skinny, but not tall, wearing torn up jeans and a ratty band shirt with the sleeves cut off. Most of their face is hidden by the messy black lock of hair that hangs down over their forehead but you swear they’re wearing some kind of face paint and was that…blood?

“Who the fuck are you?” you snap, eyes darting around for anything you can use as a weapon.

“Oh she’s a mean little thing,” they crow, pushing off the headstone and stepping towards you. The panic is really starting to set in and you wonder if you’d be able to make it to one of the lanterns and hit them in th–

“Relax, sweetheart,” they say, crouching into a squat a few feet from you, “if I wanted you dead you’d be dead one of the other dozen times I’ve seen you alone out here.”

Your blood runs cold as you remind yourself there are things worse than death.

“You’ve been watching me? W-where there’s never anyone around–”

“Forest is big,” they say casually, dropping to their knees and sitting back on their haunches. “Lots of spots between the trees. And I’m real quiet.”

All of this is…troubling information to say the least but their first words stand out to you.

“How did you know I’m a witch?”

They nod, large pale hands resting on their thighs.

“We’ve been watching you for a while. Kind of a…local weirdo in this area, aren’t you? Small town shit seems a little beneath someone like you.”

You snort.

“I like the quiet. And most people mind their fucking business out here. Sorry, did you say ‘we’ve’ been watching?”

“Oh yeah, y’know, the uh,” they bring their hands up to their head and make horns with their fingers, “devil worshippers.”

Huh.

Intriguing.

You scoot a little closer to them and notice the way their full lips twitch in a minute smile.

“The old folk of the town talk about you guys but I never gave it any credence. Thought it was just leftover Satanic panic horseshit from the eighties.”

“Mmm well,” they begin, “we’re not your typical uh…Satan worshippers. It’s kind of more of a big deal than that. Actually, a lot of a big deal.”

“Oh yeah?” There's something magnetic about this slender creature whose green eyes glint in the lantern light. While you’re not necessarily soothed by their presence you cannot deny that you are drawn in.

“Yeah,” they confirm, “I’ll tell you more about it later but uh, let’s talk about you, huh?”

“What about me?” you ask, some of your caution returning.

“Well we’ve seen what you do. Got eyes on you. And we’d like to offer you a place at the Ministry. Our practices aren’t so different, are they?”

No, you think to yourself, no they’re not. You’re no stranger to demon work and after all what is Lucifer but the demon to end all demons? And all your dealings with them have always led to successful rituals and outcomes.

“So what do I get out of it? And why didn’t you just come to my house or my work to ask me all this?”

The slightly sinister chuckle that comes out of them stirs something within you.

“Protection. Power. The ability to do whatever you want, whenever you want to. A home.”

That last one hits you hard but you stay silent.

“Are you interested?”

A moment passes.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I want to live deliciously or whatever?”

They tilt their head back and laugh, slapping their thighs with their palms.

“Haven’t told you how we seal the deal yet, sweetheart.”

“Oh? And that would be…?”

“A surprise. Which you’ll find out about when you answer my question. Are you in?”

You were supposed to be charging your crystals in the moonlight and collecting cemetery dirt tonight, not making a fucking deal with the Devil. But, you think as you look at the figure eyeing you intently, everything happens for a reason.

“Yes. Yes I’m in.”

They give you a wide, sharp grin.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down, gorgeous. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

Before you can ask what they mean, they’re crawling towards you like some kind of spindly cryptid. You’d be lying if it didn’t arouse you even as you back up against a headstone with nowhere else to go.

“C’mon sweetheart,” they purr, wrapping their fingers around your ankle. “Time to give the Devil his due.”

You yelp as they yank your body towards them, their hand sliding along the curve of your calf and up to your knee. 

“And you’re the Devil are you?” you breathe, watching them slither up your body and settle between your legs.

“Me? Nah. I’m just the poster guy who gets to reap all the rewards.”

“And what do I call you?”

They lean in to inhale deep at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and you have to bite back a moan.

“Wanna know what name you’ll be screaming out tonight, huh?”

“Think pretty highly of yourself,” you murmur, bringing a hand up to drag your fingernails along their back. When they growl and grind their denim-covered cock against you, you grin.

“You’re awfully mouthy, aren’t you?”

“Thought you wanted to hear my voice?”

They’ve got their hands on the hem of your shirt, fingers grazing the skin of your belly, when they look at you with a wicked smile.

“Take this off before I rip it off,” they growl, raising the fabric insistently. You gleefully acquiesce, watching their eyes boggle as your bare breasts sway in front of them. Leaning back on your elbows you blink innocently up at them, watching their tongue dart out to smear the paint near their lips.

“Fucking finally,” they grouse before falling upon you and taking your pebbled nipple in their mouth. 

“You–ah–never answered my question.”

They slide off your breast and grin up at you.

“Call me Mary.”

There’s no softness in their attentions, all hard sucking and teeth nipping but fuck if it isn’t exactly what you need. It’s been a while - much longer than you’d like to admit - ever since you moved to this podunk little town. The selection wasn’t exactly uh, bountiful. You’ve got your head tilted back as they suck pretty dark bruises into your flesh but when they give your unattended nipple a sharp pinch your eyes fly to theirs.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Want you to remember exactly who fucked you this good.”

You laugh.

“Haven’t done any fucking yet, have you? I’m withholding my judgment.”

Instantly, they pull away and sit back on their haunches.

“You little bitch,” they crow with a crooked grin, “Oh you’re gonna be fun to have around.”

You’ve propped yourself up once more, watching Mary as they rub the bulge in their jeans.

“Drooling a little, huh baby?”

Maybe. But you’ll be damned if they know it.

“Yeah, out of boredom. Are you gonna sit there rubbing one out all night?”

They squeeze their cock, grinning down at you.

“Maybe I should fill your mouth instead of your cunt? Stuff you so full of me you’ll really be drooling. I’ll shut you up then, huh?”

You’re not totally opposed to the idea but the ache between your thighs needs attention before any other extracurricular activities occur.

“I’ll be good–” you say, reaching down to wiggle your joggers and underwear off your hips. When the heat of you is exposed to their gaze, you slide your fingers between your folds to gather the slick that has accumulated. Satisfied, you raise your hand to your mouth and slowly slide the digits between your lips onto your tongue, “--I promise.”

Mary’s panting now, the heavy rise and fall of their chest hypnotic as they drink you in. They’ve still got their hand to their bulge, lazily squeezing their cock through the fabric. Suddenly their fingers are viciously unbuttoning and unzipping their pants and you both sigh as they take their cock out. It’s a pretty thing, all red and swollen and dripping, and you know it’s going to look even prettier inside you. They stroke it, smearing the pre down the shaft with their lips curled into a grin.

“That’s all it takes to make you pipe down? A nice dick?”

“Who said anything about it being nice?” you say, but your breathy tone gives away your true feelings. They look altogether too pleased with themselves as they scoot forward and drag the tip through your wet folds. When they nudge your clit with the head your hips buck up and you whine.

“Now that’s more like it,” they smirk, pressing against your entrance. “Beg for it,” they snarl, pushing in the tip.

“Fuck Mary, please. I need it, need your fucking cock to fill me up, please, please, please.”

They laugh, the sound jarring in the near darkness.

“Damn, could’ve stopped at the first ‘please’ but you sounded so pretty doing it, think I’ll give you an extra good ride tonight.”

You’re about to say something caustic but before the words can even leave your mouth, they slam their cock into you, knocking the breath from your lungs. True to their word, they set a brutal pace, gripping your thighs and eyes flicking between your bouncing breasts and where they disappear inside of you.

“B-been awhile, huh?” they pant, hips snapping into yours. “Almost like you’ve been w-waiting for me. Saving it up.”

You don’t have it in you to be snarky anymore, too stuffed dumb. So you nod frantically.

“Mmhmm,” you whimper, “all for you Mare, fuck right there.”

“Shoulda done this weeks ago,” they growl, “Instead of jerking off in the–augh–fucking woods. Never–fuck–never thought you’d be so easy.”

You’re not sure if they mean your deal with the Devil or the fucking but honestly you can’t bring yourself to care about anything right now that isn’t their cock pounding into you at a furious rate. They’re relentless, wrenching noises out of you you didn’t even know you could make. When they drag their hand to where you’re joined and dip a thumb in to rub at your clit your body arches off the grass.

“Fuck, Mary!”

“Know you’re close,” they grunt, “can f-feel you. Come on baby, let go. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to Him.”

The entire situation - the damp slide of the grass under your fingertips, the thick night air, the deal you just made, the cock currently hammering inside you - hits you all at once and your hips spasm.

“Don’t stop, Mare, please holy fuck yes, right there.”

Your hands fly to your breasts, cupping the weight of them and viciously pinching at the taut buds, making your lover groan and their hips stutter against you.

“C’mon yeah, play with those pretty fuckin’ tits, sweetheart. Oh fuck.”

You’re clenching around them now as they frantically rub at your clit and piston in and out of you, your moans increasing in volume and pitch. You feel as if you’re levitating, mouth hung open in a silent scream as you come undone, chanting their name.

“That’s it baby,” they snarl, gritting their teeth, “Cum for me, cum all over this cock–ah!”

You’re still riding your own high when you feel their cock twitch inside of you, flooding you with their seed. Their hoarse moans nearly send you into your second orgasm and your eyes slide shut, enjoying the feeling of them emptying inside you when–

They’re gone.

You heave a gasp as if taking a breath after being held underwater, hands flying to the ground beneath you. Mary’s gone–just fucking…gone. The only remnant of them currently dripping out of your used cunt onto the grass. You’re trembling while simultaneously being flooded with warmth as if you’ve been overcome by an awful fever. You ease yourself onto your side and curl into a fetal position, watching a ladybug crawl over the stone next to you. You’re not sure how long you lie there, shivering in the dark, but when your mind finally comes to you see the rosy planes of dawn stretching out through the trees. With great effort you push yourself off the ground - using the headstone for stabilization - your knees nearly giving way when you finally manage to stand. Sluggishly, you pull your underwear and pants up and spot your t-shirt a couple feet away crumpled in a pile. All your little vials and crystals stand as silent witnesses to the depravity that occurred last night and you hastily snatch them up and pile them into your tote bag. Your mind is a haze - too much of a haze to gather the blanket and lanterns - so you stumble out of the gate and head towards your car.

You don’t remember driving home but when you push the door open to the old house you rent, you feel…filthy. You’re not sure if it’s from your encounter with Mary or something else but you know one thing - you desperately need a shower. Your bags get dropped in the living room and you mechanically strip as you head to your bathroom. The shower is just what you needed - the firm stream of scalding hot water on your hair and body rejuvenating. When you step out into your steamy bathroom, you let out a deep sigh. The further you got from the events of last night the more they felt like some kind of wild dream, and you would be content to convince yourself of this were it not for the purple bruises peppered across your breasts that you spotted in the shower. You drop your towel and pad out into your bedroom to look for something clean and comfy to wear when you walk past your full-length mirror and stop dead in your tracks. There’s something on you - you think maybe it’s a tick or mud - so you turn the bedroom light on. High on your thigh, right in the center is a perfectly round mark, the size of a pencil eraser.

You don’t have any birthmarks.

Your stomach floods with panic and you fall to your knees on the rug, still naked and damp.

There’s a knock at your door.

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The Repugnant

Chapter Two: Setting Sail

Read Chapter One / Check out amazing art by @foxybouquet HERE

Your father always warned you that you were too curious for your own good. After hearing rumors of the pirate ship The Repugnant in the area you snuck out of your father's villa to try and get a peek at the dreaded pirate and his crew of monsters. But what happens when Captain Mary Goore gets a peek of you first?

Mary Goore x Female Reader

Warnings: vampire!pirate!Mary Goore and special appearances by Copia and Terzo, vampire shenanigans, horror, violence, no one is dead but they're not exactly alive either so ye be warned, um canon accurate Terzo?, nsfw 18+only mdni, 2,500 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the banner, collage and dividers!)

Your blood was on fire.

Mary had spent a few moments licking over your pulse, chuckling at your continued pleas to let you go.  At the first touch of their fangs your knees went weak and Mary settled more firmly against you to keep you upright.  The pain was blinding, making your mouth open in a silent cry as it seemed to build and build.  You had never felt pain like this before, never felt anything like this before.  Your hands clawed at Mary’s back but it was no use.

You were going to die in this alley.

As soon as the thought crossed your mind Mary pulled away.  You couldn’t stop the whimper that left you as his fangs pulled out of your neck.  Despite his bite only going on for a handful of moments it felt odd not to have them there anymore.  Like you were empty almost.  The feeling scared you, your mind wandering to the stories your nanny had told you about those that fell under a vampire’s thrall.

“A thrall?!”  Mary’s head whipped up, their eyes brighter than any ruby you had ever seen and their smile wide and dripping with your blood.  “That’s adorable.  Do you wanna be my thrall, little starfish?”

“I don’t want to be your anything.”

“You say that now but I bet I’ll change your mi–shit!”

Mary doubled over when you jammed your knee into his crotch.  Their grip lessened enough that you were able to shove them down onto the mist covered ground and escape past them.  You stumbled across the uneven cobblestones, desperate to at least get to the street.  If you got there you’d have a better chance of getting away and hopefully either finding somewhere to hide or one of your father’s soldiers.  

As you reached the end of the alley the mist became thicker and nearly impossible to see through.  Mary shouted behind you and you dared a look back right as you reached the street.  The only thing you could see were his red eyes glaring at you from the mist and you knew that would be something that would haunt your dreams for years.  You gasped when your foot got caught on a stone and you stumbled, bracing yourself to land hard on the ground except the ground never came.

“Steady now, ragazza.”  

The heavily accented voice drifted over you as you tried to steady yourself in the man’s grip.  You looked up to thank him, expecting to see a soldier but your words froze in your throat.  

There was nothing there.

“Wh-what…”  You tried to pull away from whatever had a hold of you but the grip was firm and a chill began to creep up your arms.  “Let me go!”    

“Yeah, Copia,”  Another chill ran through you but this had more to do with the monster now standing at your back.  “Let go of my snack.”

“You were supposed to bring her to the ship, idiota.”

“I’m working on it.”  Mary wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you back against their chest.  “Just got a little sidetracked is all.  Did her daddy get the note?”

“Sì, Phantom left it on his front door.”  

The hold on your arms finally disappeared and you quickly wrapped them around your waist.  Behind you Mary laughed and you whimpered when you felt their breath on the wound they left on your neck.

“What’s the matter, starfish?  Never seen a ghost before?”  Your eyes searched the mist before you, trying to make sense of what was happening.  A ghost?  “You have to focus now.  Just watch.”

As Mary spoke the mist before you seemed to get thicker, swirling and concentrating until it began to resemble a figure.  Your eyes trailed up from the cobblestones, taking in the man that was seemingly appearing from nothing.  He was still not entirely there, the building behind him visible through his body.  The only things that seemed solid about him were his green and white eyes and right now they were focused on you.  

“Ciao, bella.”

“Hey!”  Mary slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you securely against their chest.  “None of that, she’s mine.”

“I just said hello!”

“Yeah but that’s how it always starts.”

The ghost, Copia, rolled his eyes but you could see a hint of a smirk on his face.   

“We need to go.”  Copia took a few steps back, his form briefly disappearing into the mist before he was visible again.  “Before the spell wears off preferably.”

“Where are you taking me?”  You tried to dig your heels in but Mary was too strong, easily pulling you along as they began to walk down the street.  Ahead of you Copia’s eyes appeared off and on but he seemed mostly concerned with if anyone was following you.  “Are you…can I go back home?”

“Nope!  Someplace even better.”

Fighting was useless so you let Mary pull you through the streets.  There was random shouting around but you never caught sight of anyone else.  Occasionally Copia would disappear completely only to come back with blood dripping from a very real looking sword in his hand.  So many questions were building up inside of you but you kept your mouth shut until you finally saw your destination.

The Repugnant.

“No!”  You shoved at Mary with all your might, kicking at him when they lifted you into the air.  “Let me go!”

“Sorry, starfish.  You’re stuck with us for a while.”  Mary grunted when your foot connected with their knee, letting go of you with a curse.  “Copia!  Take her!”

You quickly looked up from where you had fallen onto the street, your eyes immediately meeting those of the ghost.  The moon peeked through the clouds and you were able to make out more of his face.  Hair that was blowing wildly around his head despite no breeze around, sideburns and then a mustache perched over a smug grin.

“Mi dispiace, bella.  Captain’s orders.”  

All the fight left you then and you didn’t say a word when the strange cold hands lifted you up onto your feet.  There was no telling what they’d do to you if you kept fighting them.  At least for now it seemed they were trying to get something from your father so perhaps you were safe for the time being.  You turned your head to look at Mary, shivering when you saw their ruby gaze on you.  The bite throbbed under his stare and you couldn’t help but press one of your hands over the still bleeding wound.

Maybe safe wasn’t the best word to use.

Mary started stalking towards you, their eyes glued onto your neck.  You shivered when they reached a hand out to pull yours away from the bite wound.  Copia muttered something behind you and Mary jerked their head towards the ship.  Mary’s grip tightened on your hand as the ghost disappeared, leaving only cold air behind you.

“Are you going to behave, little starfish?”  When you nodded weakly Mary smiled and licked their lips.  “Good.  I’d hate to have to tie you up.”  Mary brought your hand close to their face, sniffing at your skin briefly.  To your horror they stuck their tongue out and lapped at the blood that had gotten on your hand.  “Has anyone ever told you how good you taste?”

“Please…I’m sure my father would pay anything you asked for to get me back.”

“Oh I’m counting on it.”  They laughed when you tried to tug your hand away, holding it even tighter.  “On second thought maybe I should tie you up.  Drink my fill of you while you can’t do anything about it.”

“No!”

“No?  You don’t like that idea?”  Mary grinned and yanked you against them, one hand slipping around your waist and resting low on your back.  “You’re right, it’ll be more fun to have you put up a fight.”

Their mouth descended on your neck again but instead of teeth you just felt the wet strokes of Mary’s tongue.  They lapped at your neck slowly, cleaning up the blood that was quickly drying in the night air.  You let yourself go limp against them, silent tears streaming down your face while they worked. 

What would become of you on Mary’s ship?  Was it full of more ghosts like Copia?  Or were there worse things on board, things that you’d only be able to imagine in your nightmares.  Would Mary drink from you again? 

Oh don’t worry, starfish.  I’ll be tasting you again.

You froze when Mary’s voice drifted through your head, looking at him in alarm when he straightened up to meet your eyes.  When you started shaking your head Mary just laughed before starting down the dock towards the ship, dragging you along behind them.  You couldn’t help but stare at the ship in awe as they tugged you towards it.  The tall black sails disappeared into the night sky but you could just make out the jolly roger flag billowing in the wind.  Mary stopped at the edge of the gangplank, a bright grin on their face while they reached up to cup your cheek.

“Soon you'll be begging for it.”

The deck of the ship was chaotic.

You found yourself hiding your face against Mary’s shoulder, scared to see what was around you.  There were shouts, snarls, growls…sounds that you had never even heard before.  You couldn’t even imagine what they might belong to.  It was almost a relief when you heard Copia’s voice.

“Are you putting her in your cabin?”

“No, she’ll be too distracting.”  Mary wrapped an arm around your shoulders and lifted your chin up with a single finger.  “She can stay with your brother.”

“Terzo isn’t going to like that.”

“Yeah?  Well Terzo is in no position to dictate what I do on my ship.”  The vampire poked the tip of your nose before addressing you.   “You don’t mind hanging out with Terzo, do ya starfish?”

“Wh-what is Terzo?”

“Ah, he’s mostly harmless.”  Mary tugged at your shoulder and started leading you towards the stairs that led into the ship’s belly.  “Honestly it’s probably the safest place on my ship.  Hard to say what the others might be tempted to do to you.”

“What are…”  You dared a look around you, freezing when your eyes landed on something that could only be described as a giant insect.  The creature cocked their head and blinked at you before a set of wings spread out behind them and they took off into the air.  “I think I’m going to faint.”

“Don’t worry, starfish.  They might be tempted but they know not to touch you.”  Mary continued to lead you through the inside of the ship, past various doors until they stopped before one at the end of the passageway.  “Only I get to do that.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Come on, we both know that’s not true.”  They began to move closer, crowding you back against the wall.  It was beginning to be overwhelming having them this close.  All you could think about was their tongue on your skin and their teeth in your neck.  Mary pushed their head up close, their lips grazing your cheek when they spoke.  “It sure feels like you enjoy it when I touch you.”

“That’s a lie!”

Mary easily blocked your knee and grabbed your hands when you tried to hit him.  You felt like crying when they spun you around to face the door to the cabin.

“There’s no use lying to me, I can already feel your emotions.”  They lowered their head and licked across the bite wound, their chest vibrating with laughter when you whimpered.  “Just imagine what I’ll be able to do when I get an even better taste.”

Mary had the cabin door open before you could think of an answer, shoving you inside roughly before slamming it closed.  You took a few tentative steps as your eyes adjusted to the dark room, nervously looking around for whoever or whatever Terzo was.  The small window barely let any moonlight in so you could just make out a bed, a dresser and a table with a couple chairs.  There were a few items on top of the dresser, one almost looked like a mannequin head but you were too scared to get any closer.  When your eyes finally adjusted to the dimness you were able to make out what looked to be a figure sitting in one of the chairs in the far corner.

“H-hello?”  You gripped your dress skirts in your hands to try to stop them from shaking.  “Terzo?”

“Buonasera, dolcezza.”  Your head jerked over to the dresser, startled when the voice seemed to come from there instead of the chair.  “Mi dispiace, I would have cleaned up if I had known I was going to have a guest.”

“I’m not a guest.”  It was hard to keep the venom from your voice but you couldn’t help it.  You looked back at the chair when the legs moved, one leg elegantly crossing over the other as you watched.  “I’m a prisoner.”

“Ah, so the Captain was successful then.  Bene, molto bene.”

“Yes, he kidnapped me.  Him and that ghost.”

“So you met mio fratello then?  Quite the sight isn’t he?”  Terzo laughed then and you nervously glanced towards the dresser top again.  “What you can see of him anyway.”

“Are you a ghost too?”

“Un fantasma?  Oh no dolcezza, I’m as solid as they come.”  

A horrible tingling sensation started crawling over your skin as you watched the figure in the chair straighten up.  There was something off about it but it was too dark to get a good look.  You couldn’t help but take a step back when they got up and began to walk towards the dresser.  The sparse moonlight caught the figure and when you finally realized what was wrong about them your jaw dropped.  

“You…you…”  

You couldn’t even get the words to leave your mouth as the horrific sight before you started to make sense.  No, not sense, nothing on this ship made any damned sense.  The sound of a match being struck filled the room and when you got a better look at Terzo as he lit some candles you stumbled back until you hit the door of the room.  The knob rattled uselessly in your hand, locked and unwilling to turn.

“Is everything ah, okie dokie, dolcezza?”  Terzo finished with the candles and then held the match out to the mannequin head.  You jumped when a face was briefly lit up in the light before the match flame was blown out.  “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“How are you…”  Your vision started to swim as Terzo picked up the head, his head, casually holding it in his hands at his waist.  “But that’s your…”

“Sì, I’m afraid my head got separated from the rest of me.”  Terzo lifted his head up higher, close to where it should be on his neck.  “I’d almost rather be a ghost to be honest.  Or un mostro.  What do you think, dolcezza?” 

Terzo thrust his head your way then, his lips turned up in a bright grin.  You barely were able to make out his features before the room began to get dark again.  As your knees buckled and you fell to the floor you could have sworn you heard Mary’s voice in your head...

Sleep tight, starfish.

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baptized in blood - mary goore x f!reader

a/n: here is the surprised! based on a dream i had. culty end of the world vibes here. there is smut and violence and drama and mary bein a little bit bloody because that's who they are. dipping my toe into goore-land. about 3.6k words. ao3 link!

You will never forget the day Mary Goore rolled into town. It was two months to the day that the virus spread and the world went to shit. You were taking a walk down Main Street to get some fresh air after spending most of the morning collecting eggs from the hen house. Everyone in town did their part on the farm — it was how they had lasted this long with enough food to go around. The air was cool and brisk but the sun was shining, warming your skin as you walked leisurely. You weren’t thinking of anything in particular when your eyes settled on his figure in the distance.

The first thing you saw was the blood. His face was covered in it, starting from the top of his head and running down past his chin and neck. Messy black hair spilled into his forehead. Despite what initially appeared to be a wound, he was walking with such purpose and power. His outfit looked just as unkempt as his appearance: muddy black boots, ripped black skinny jeans and a stained T-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He looked like he was on a mission. They walked down the center of the street while you were off on the sidewalk, your eyes glued to him.

You were the only two on the street that day at that moment. Deep, green eyes flitted to bite into yours, almost as if he was looking inside you. His lips curled into a sinister smirk before his eyes wandered your figure. You stopped in your tracks, your breath catching in your throat as you watched him go on by. He was heading for Town Hall which was the largest building at the end of the street and also was where the mayor and his wife had taken up residence since the surge. 

News spread quickly over the next few days that Mary had taken control of the town. No other details were provided but rumors ran wild. One of them was that he was the mayor’s disgraced son who returned for his revenge. Another was that he was sent by the devil himself to spread uncertainty and chaos in these hellish times. Pretty typical of gossip and rumors spread in a small southern town. You didn’t believe either of the rumors to be true but you still managed to keep your distance from him and the more wild behavior he inspired.

That was your typical strategy when it came to survival. You were a transplant from the north, having moved here to become a representative for Farm Aid, so you already felt like an outsider to the small town. Then, everything went to shit but you did your best to contribute just the same as everyone else but you did keep your distance. You cleaned the coop, picked produce and helped milk the cows, literally anything that you could contribute to you did but you always went back to your studio apartment above the pharmacy. 

You drew the line at participating in the new activities that have become popular since Mary’s arrival, besides at least showing your face at them. The town now had ritualistic burnings for those that passed, piling their bodies up and burning them in a field far enough away from the crops. More and more townspeople began to don the skull paint as well but none dared to replicate Mary’s signature blood spilling from his head down his neck. Bones started to appear along Main Street, sometimes configured in curious arrangements. You were curious but you decided it would be in your best interest to ignore and continue on with your usual tasks. 

Mary started to watch you, though. He seemed to always be around when you were working and you could feel those dark green eyes on you at all times. He made you feel on edge and you refused to meet his eyes. You managed to avoid him for some time until there was a mandatory town “get together” to help smooth over the tensions that were rising due to the new leadership. You stayed as long as you possibly had to before slipping out the back of the cafeteria during a spirited discussion about planning for the upcoming dry season.

“Walk ya home?” His voice caught you by surprise. You thought you were home free but there he was, muddy boots and all. That night he had the signature blood from his forehead down to his neck but he also paired it with corpse paint. You blinked at him a few times, having never been this close to him before.

“Sure.” You couldn’t tell him no, being the man who decided who eats and who doesn’t and all but you were anxious. It was a short walk from the cafeteria to your studio, basically straight down the street until reaching the pharmacy. The two of you walked in silence with the street being illuminated by gas lights lined along it and the dim light of the moon. Your eyes darted around the street, realizing that once again, it was just the two of you like it had been the day he arrived. 

“You’re a hard worker, y’know?” His gravelly voice cut through your thoughts again. When you turn to look at him, his eyes look softer than you’ve ever seen them before. 

“I try.” You offered a sheepish smile. “Not much else to do these days, is there?” 

“Mmm, yeah, but you could’ve just given up. Loads of people have. Just decided to curl up and die.” Mary leaned his arm against yours, brushing against the sleeve of your sweater. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. 

“I mean, I definitely stayed inside in bed for the first couple of weeks of this thing.” You shifted your gaze back to the street in front of you. “But then it didn’t go away.” 

Your words hung in the air for the rest of the walk. Mary was silent but stayed close to you, his side pressed against yours. Your feet came to a slow stop as you reached the door to the stairs that led up to your studio. 

“This is me.” You turn around to face them, your arms crossed over your chest. Mary’s eyes drifted over your figure and he took a step closer to you. You instinctively took a step away from him, your back hitting the door. 

“You’re like me, y’know.” Their voice dropped deeper as he closed in on you further. “You’re an outsider to these people, baby.  You’re not about their bullshit.” He leaned in so close to you, his hands resting on the door beside your body. You knew he was right. You knew the second he saw you on the street that day he knew. You swallowed thickly, your gaze falling to his plump lips that were curled into a grin. This is why you stayed away from him. You were afraid of being seen as what you are but he saw you. And now, you were trapped by him.

Mary leaned in, their lips coming incredibly close to yours before he tilted his head to just miss giving you a kiss. Instead, his mouth found your neck, nibbling and kissing it sloppily as his arms curled around you. You gave a surprised groan, your hands immediately snapping up to grasp at his shirt. His kisses trailed up from your neck to your jaw before he settled just by your lips. Again, you stared into those deep, green eyes and you knew that he saw you for what you really were. 

A growl ripped from his throat as your lips connected and his hand snaked up from your hip to tangle into your hair. The kiss was desperate and deep, all tongue and teeth. You could taste the saltiness of the blood on his lips as his tongue pushed into your mouth. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fire inside you, the burning desire that only continued to spread between your legs. The kiss ended abruptly, the both of you panting and pressing against each other needily, until you came to your senses.

You spun around and pulled the door to the stairs open before booking it to your apartment. Mary was close behind you, his boney fingers hooked on to the back of your jeans. You fiddled with your keys as you reached the door to your apartment, your hands shaking from the excitement. They are right behind you, his chest pressing firmly into your back and his crotch rutting into your ass. You couldn’t help but whine, feeling how hard he already was through his jeans.

The door finally popped open and before you had time to react, he grabbed you by the waist and scooped you up only to toss you onto your bed. He had you pinned so quickly, his hips desperately grinding into you. 

“Fuck!” You cried out as their hands worked to tear your sweater off of you. Once it was off, his lips parted and he growled deeply, looking down at your exposed chest. His arms curled around your back and he lifted you up to him, his mouth connecting with your collarbone. He was like a wild animal, his teeth biting and sucking at your delicate skin. Heat spread beneath it and your head fell back on your shoulders as he dipped down lower to flick his tongue against your nipple.

They latched their mouth onto your breast, his tongue licking across the nipple as his other hand groped at the other. Your mouth hung open and a deep moan bubbled up from your chest, your fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him even further into your chest. He grunted against you, happily burying his face between your breasts upon your direction. 

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, sugar.” Mary praised as he lifted his head from your chest, his eyelids heavy and the blood and paint on his face smudged. He looked completely wrecked and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. You tugged him further on top of you and grabbed at his studded belt. They took the hint and started to pull your pants and underwear down your legs. He whined at the sight of you and he swiped his finger along your drench cunt, then bringing it up to his lips to taste you. “Fuckin’ hell, you taste so good.” 

All you could offer was an exasperated whine, his belt proving to be a bit too complicated for how impatient you were. The way he smiled at you – you’ll never forget it, somehow being equal parts sweet and slimy. He somehow freed himself with ease, his pretty cock falling from his jeans, precum already collecting at the tip. Mary spat on the head of his cock then stroked himself to spread his spit. You wrapped your legs around him as you watched him touch himself, almost succumbing to reaching between the two of you and offering yourself some relief before he shoved you back onto the bed, his cock pressed against your entrance.

Your breath caught in your throat as he hovered above you, your cheeks flushed and your eyes wide. He pushed in carefully, stretching you wide and feeling how he deliciously filled you. They held themselves there for a moment before he fucked into you relentlessly, his thrusts deep and hungry. You pulled him down even further, forcing his forehead against yours so you could watch him. He bit down hard on his lip, hard enough to draw blood as his throat filled with husky growls. 

You were so far gone. He fucked you hard and fast, exactly how you liked it. You felt your muscles tense and the fire in your abdomen was getting so close to bursting. Mary’s own moans filled your ears along with the sound of smacking flesh. You needed this. You didn’t realize how badly you did. But he knew. The feeling overtook you, your walls fluttering around his cock as your gut tightened and your back arched. You screamed his name in a shattered breath.

You were almost embarrassed by how quickly you came if not for Mary being right behind you. Maybe it had been sometime for him as well. His nails dug into your hips as his thrusts became more stuttered and erratic, his wild eyes boring into yours. Groans caught in his throat and he quickly pulled out, his hand working to take him all the way. He emptied himself on your stomach with raspy gasps.

You looked at him with hazy eyes, your body limp on the bed as you watched him pull his pants back up. His expression was positively devious and the paint and blood on his face were smeared all across his lips. 

“See ya around, sweetheart.” He offered you a wink and then sauntered out of your studio apartment, leaving you there with his seed on your stomach. 

That was the start of it.

Now, the two of you cannot get enough of each other. He is always there, watching you clean the coops and work on the farm but now his very presence makes your cheeks burn and your thighs ache. You are sneaky about your rendezvous, not wanting to cause unnecessary gossip or issues arise among the townspeople. There is a storm shelter entrance to the basement of town hall, which is where Mary has set up shop as him and is also where you enter to see him, avoiding coming in the front and running the risk of being seen. And you can’t help but enjoy the secrecy – it makes it all the more exciting.

You are sure that he loves you. The way his face lights up when he sees you, the way he can’t keep his hands off of you… he has to keep you close whenever you are near. You originally weren’t sure a man like him was capable of love but it is clear to you now. 

You think you might love him too.

Today, you are in his lap and his cock is buried deep inside you, seed spilling out from you and onto his bed. He lazily strokes at your clit with his pointer finger, up and down as your head falls to his shoulder and you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“So good for me, huh, baby?” Mary purrs into your ear and nips at your earlobe playfully. “One of these days I’m going to put a baby in ya, I think.” He licks at the spot just below your ear and you give a shuddered whine. Doesn’t he have such a way with words? “One more time for daddy.” They hum and start to rub at your clit more roughly than before. 

Your back arches against his chest and your fingers dig into his hairy things while strangled moans spilled from your lips. He uses one of his hands to push your legs open even further and his other hand works diligently against your swollen clit, tracing harsh circles along it.

“Atta girl.” They coo in your ear. You can tell he is smiling from how his mouth feels on you, his own heavy breaths filling yours. “So perfect for daddy.” He presses down on your clit and you scream out his name, your vision blurring and your body convulsing. Mary murmurs more soft praises in your ear as your chest heaves and you collapse against him. They have you snuggled up in their arms, their face nuzzled in your neck. 

There is a loud noise from upstairs that knocks you both from your blissed out haze. You spin your head to catch a glimpse of Mary who is already slipping out from you and throwing his jeans on. You start to collect your clothes from the bed and the floor, your throat starting to become dry from the increasing noise coming from just above you. Mary is already angrily running up the stairs while you manage to get your clothes on.

There’s yelling and more clattering and then a scream. You can’t stop yourself from shooting to your feet and scurrying up the stairs. You stop short of the door, knowing that if you step through the jig could be up. Another scream rings out and you push the door open, stumbling out into the assembly room. 

Mary is standing over Bubba, the town drunk. How he has been able to find booze during these times, no one knows, but he manages to stay slippery all day every day. He is on the ground giggling like an idiot. Mary seems exasperated. Bubba slowly realizes that you are there and he explodes into more laughter.

“O’course you’d be all about them weird girls, wouldn’t ya, Mary?” He manages between laughter. “Gotta use ‘em for somethin, right?”

You feel rage you haven’t quite felt in a long time but it is quickly quelled once Mary lands a harsh kick to Bubba’s head. He looks to you, his eyebrows knit together but his teeth are barred and his lips are stretched into an angry scowl. You don’t want to be around for whatever is going to happen next so you turn on your heel and leave just as the sounds of beating pick up again. 

You wish that what Bubba had said didn’t affect you but it did. Did everyone think you are just a “weird girl”? You put as much effort into keeping things going and running smoothly as the next person, if not more. It cuts you deep, even if you don’t want to admit it. The walk back to your apartment takes no time at all and you figure that a nice, cold shower and a nap would help soothe your thoughts and feelings. You don’t even put clothes on once you are out of the shower, opting to rest for “just a moment” in your towel before zonking.

You end up napping for longer than you anticipated, only to be woken up by screams coming from outside of your window. Confusion sets in as you blink your eyes open and the smell of smoke fills your nostrils. You shoot up out of bed and gaze out the window, only to see fire. Lots of fire.

The crops. 

You quickly throw a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt on before taking off out of your apartment. The street is filled with people, more so than you’ve ever seen it. Some are wailing, some are silent. Most don’t even notice you as you run by them, heading straight for town hall. You’re sure Mary already knows but you couldn’t stop yourself from running to him. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. Maybe something happened while you were asleep. An uprising? A fight? 

By the time you make it to town hall, you are out of breath. You push the doors open, probably the first time you’ve ever walked in through the main entrance on your own. You gasp sharply as your eyes focus on what is in front of you. A trail of blood covers the floor, leading your gaze to Bubba.

He is crucified on the wall, right on top of a map of the town. Knives are buried deep in his palms and ankles. His head is hung low, his throat slit and blood spilling down his chest. You don’t know how to react. You think you should at least scream but you’re frozen, unable to tear your eyes away from Bubba.

“There ya are, baby!” 

Your head wrenches to the sound of his voice. Mary is covered in blood, more so than usual. His face is completely covered and his hands and arms up to his elbows are stained red. He is twirling a knife in his hand as he walks over to you at a leisurely pace.

“The… the crops.” That's all you can manage to say. You point in the vague direction of them. He is smiling at you, his bright white teeth a deep contrast to the dark red of the blood covering his lips.

“They needed to be punished, darlin’.” He sets the knife down on one of the meeting tables before he reaches you. 

Punished.

“B-but the food supply--”

“You will be fed.” Mary’s voice drops to a dangerous level, his eyes shining with madness you’ve never seen before. “You’re my baby, baby. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. They need to be punished.” A blooded hand reaches out for you and rests on your cheek. “After what they said about you… they are going to learn a lil’ lesson. People will die, sure… but I got you, baby.” His other hand rests on your other cheek and he strokes them with his bloody fingers. 

Mary did this for you. You don’t know what to say; your mind is blank and words are catching in your throat. But you can’t help but… lean into his gentle touch. He is smearing blood all along your cheeks but you don’t mind. The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.

Unwavering loyalty and love.

You kiss him. You kiss him and you melt into him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He is your and you are his.

And they will be punished.

[da-rulah]

How hard am I gonna cry at Mayor 5? I’m fragile!

Well now, that depends…

We have a mix of fresh family trauma, some redemption, more angst and misunderstandings and maybe… just maybe… some smutty smut 😈

So, just how fragile are you, my darling ghouls?

[copiasghoulfriend]

Sinfully Yours,

Summary: In this enigmatic tale, Nurse Penelope (Penny) awakens next to the alluring Terzo in an unfamiliar room, leading to confusion and intrigue. Amidst her nursing duties, Penny grapples with her attraction to Terzo and her commitment to her distant boyfriend, Mary. Mysterious gestures from an anonymous admirer and Terzo himself further complicate her emotions. While Penny navigates the complexities of her feelings and her role in the intriguing Emeritus family, she remains torn between the allure of the unknown and her unwavering connection with Mary, resulting in a captivating blend of romance, mystery, and personal growth.

Rating: Mature, Explicit, Eventually 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore / Emeritus Family / Copia

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Infidelity, Emotional Turmoil, Mature Language, Suggestive Imagery, Alcohol Use, Romantic Tension, Implied Nudity, Intrigue and Mystery, Personal Struggles

Word Count: 3.1K

AO3

Chapter One: Awakening in Enigma

The sun's rays streamed forcefully through the window, casting a nauseating glare that seeped into my consciousness. With a faint groan, I wriggled beneath the warm covers, gradually allowing my eyes to open. My vision adjusted as I squinted against the brightness. It became evident that I was not in my familiar bedroom. Lavish purple velvet curtains adorned the windows, and the bed I lay in was conspicuously grander. A distant snore emanated from beside me, prompting me to cautiously sit up and inspect the source. There, a man with impeccably dark hair and chiseled features slumbered serenely. My realization deepened as I discovered my own nakedness, with my clothes mysteriously absent. Not far away, the man's shirt lay discarded on the floor, near the window. Carefully, I retrieved and donned it, the fabric carrying a scent that intertwined vanilla and musk. The lush carpet cushioned my steps as I approached the bedroom door, but not without a final contemplative glance at the sleeping stranger. Struggling with an enigmatic lapse in memory, I quietly slipped into the dimly lit living room and retrieved my attire. Swiftly redressing, I made my escape from his dwelling, acutely aware that Sister Imperator, the headmistress, would not take kindly to discovering my indiscretion on my very first day of work.

Safely ensconced in my quarters once more, I breathed a sigh of relief at avoiding detection. Hastily, I entered my bathroom and disrobed, my gaze meeting an array of unexplained bruises on my inner thighs and breasts. A small, tender bite mark on my side heightened my confusion. The scalding water of the shower did wonders to wash away both the physical discomfort and the emotional turmoil. With a few tears mingling with the water, I let my blonde hair cascade down my wet cheeks. As I lathered my hair with shampoo and conditioner, the mingling fragrances merged with my thoughts. Wrapped in towels, I stood before the fogged mirror, its surface cleared by my hand. Drying off, I donned fresh undergarments and slid into nursing jogger scrubs, noting their snug fit. The mauve joggers harmonized with a crisp white long-sleeved shirt, accentuating my figure more than I'd prefer. A hasty bun confined my hair, and a light touch of makeup completed my preparation. Gathering my belongings, I dashed out of my room.

Navigating the bustling hallway, I exchanged nods with various fellow residents. Unexpectedly, Cardinal Copia stood near the clinic doors, an incongruous sight that intrigued me. I cleared my throat as I approached him, my voice breaking the silence. "Good morning, Cardinal," I offered, momentarily startling him.

He smoothed his cassock and composed himself. "Good morning, Nurse Penelope. I hope not to intrude. Just here for some paperwork, and I'll be out of your way," he replied, glancing downward.

"Cardinal, please, call me Penny. I'm uncertain about the paperwork you need, so please feel free to follow me," I suggested, unlocking the door and ushering him in.

I illuminated the room, my attention instinctively drawn to a corner where red lace underwear lay discarded. A blush suffused my cheeks as I shifted my focus, aware of Cardinal's observing gaze.

He observed the scene before him, his lips parting to speak. "Oh, memories. This room… Penny, it's indeed lovely, but it once hosted my Italian lessons with Secondo. Now, transformed into a clinic for our brothers and sisters, it's enchanting. Ah, the paperwork should be on the desk."

I watched as he attended to the documents, but my thoughts continued to drift toward the intimacies left behind. It wasn't long before I realized he was waving a hand before my face. "Penny, are you all right?" His eyes met mine, concern etched into his features.

Nervous laughter escaped me as I scratched my neck. "Apologies, Cardinal. My mind wandered. It was a long night." He chuckled softly and averted his gaze. "Did the Emeritus brothers keep you occupied? I saw you at the dance; you looked stunning. A marvelous welcome indeed. I hope you continue to enjoy your time here with us."

We locked gazes, the weight of our connection lingering until he broke away, retreating hurriedly. Throughout the day, as various sisters sought assistance with contraception, headaches, and feminine hygiene, I couldn't shake the impact of the morning's events. At lunchtime, as I finished up with a well-known sister, her venomous words pierced through.

"Nurse Penelope, not to intrude, but returning to Terzo's quarters was a misstep. It'd be unfortunate if Sister Imperator found out. Frankly, I'm surprised he chose you in the first place. You're pretty, but let's be honest – you're not his type. Step aside, let a sister be his 'prime mover.' Thanks for the help with my birth control. Time to flaunt myself. Goodbye!" Her words stung, unearthing old wounds of betrayal.

I retreated into my room, collapsing against the door, overcome by tears. Memories of my past's heartbreak resurfaced, the pain mirroring that of being cheated on by the love of my life. His mistress had spoken those same hurtful words. A knock broke through my reverie, prompting me to hastily wipe my tears before opening the door.

And there he stood—the man from the morning's bed. His onyx hair was meticulously styled, and his skull paint vivid. Clad in a resplendent purple velvet suit and glossy black shoes, he reached for my face and stepped into the clinic. The door closed behind him with a gentle thud, sealing us in a cocoon of intrigue.

The man's lips met mine with a mixture of gentleness and passion. His breath carried a faint hint of alcohol, prompting me to delicately push him away, my fingers lingering on the taste of his paint. "We can't continue like this, Terzo," I voiced, my eyes locked with his, searching for a flicker of understanding. His gaze, however, bore an intense hunger that both attracted and unnerved me.

"Mia Cara, Per Favore," he implored, his voice a seductive murmur as his fingers traced patterns on my sides. "Last night was an enchanting encounter."

Swallowing hard, I tore my gaze away, fixating on the photograph of my boyfriend, Mary Goore. My love for him ran deep, and the thought of him discovering what had transpired sent a pang of guilt through me. He would undoubtedly demand retribution from Terzo. My eyes remained fixed on Mary's image, a silent plea for guidance and strength.

Terzo's curiosity compelled him to lift the photograph, his eyes fixated on Mary's face. "He's quite... opposite from your usual taste, cara. You deserve far better. Someone like me," he murmured, his gaze penetrating mine as though trying to read the secrets hidden within.

My resolve strengthened, and I met his intense gaze with unwavering determination. "Terzo, our paths are divergent. You hold a position of authority over me. Mary, on the other hand, is the rock of my life. He supports me unconditionally and doesn't tolerate any nonsense," I declared, drawing a clear boundary between the worlds of allure and devotion.

Terzo's lips curled into a sardonic smile, a mixture of resignation and intrigue. "You are a captivating contradiction, Penny. But if you ever change your mind, don't hesitate to find me."

I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, my heart steadying in the wake of our conversation. "I appreciate your honesty, Terzo. But my heart belongs to Mary."

As he left, the air in the room seemed to regain its equilibrium. I stared at the photograph of Mary once more, reminded of the unwavering love I had waiting for me beyond the enigmatic allure of Terzo's world.

As I locked up the clinic, a wave of relief washed over me. The experience hadn't been as daunting as I'd initially feared. Dinner hour arrived, ushering me to join the congregation of Brothers and Sisters in the dining hall. I selected a plate adorned with a sumptuous roasted dinner, my gaze scanning for an unoccupied table. At the forefront of the room, the commanding presence of the Emeritus Family caught my attention. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia were seated, accompanied by Nihil and Sister Imperator. Among them, Terzo's hungry gaze locked onto me, an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Swiftly, I averted my eyes, determined to find a less conspicuous spot.

With my plate in hand, I located a vacant table, my thoughts inevitably drifting back to Mary. The longing for him surged anew, his encouragement being the driving force behind my decision to take on this role. He saw in me the potential to excel as a nurse, and his unwavering support propelled me forward. I silently yearned to hear his voice, to share the details of my day and seek solace in his presence.

As I settled into my meal, my thoughts vacillated between the alluring enigma of the Emeritus Family and the steadfast love I held for Mary. The desire to reach out to him grew with each passing moment. Tonight, after the day's flurry had subsided, I planned to dial his number and catch up, perhaps even extending an invitation for him to join me. The notion of reconnecting with him brought a soft smile to my lips, a glimmer of warmth in the midst of the intriguing mystique that surrounded me in this new chapter of my life.

With the last delectable bite of my dinner savored, I leaned back in my seat and observed the unfolding scenes around me. This was an environment vastly distinct from what I was accustomed to. Sisters greeted me with friendly waves, a gesture that began to make this unfamiliar territory feel a touch more welcoming.

As my gaze roamed, my attention was captured by a hushed conversation between Terzo and Secondo. An involuntary sigh escaped me, and I collected my tray, disposing of the remnants of my meal. Exiting the bustling dining hall, I retreated to my new room. Locking the door behind me and drawing the curtains shut, I felt a cocoon of privacy enveloping me.

My clothes found their way into the laundry bin, replaced by a set of comfortable silk pajamas that evoked a sense of coziness. Slipping into my favorite slippers, I noticed my book resting on the end table in the living room area. The soft glow of lights illuminated the space as I poured a glass of wine, settling onto the plush leather sofa. A backdrop of classical music played in the background, creating a soothing ambiance.

With my book in hand, I embarked on a journey of words, the narrative carrying me away to a world far removed from the enigmatic atmosphere of the Emeritus family and the intricate dynamics of the church. The warmth of the wine and the mellifluous strains of music intertwined seamlessly with the story's tapestry, enveloping me in a sense of tranquility.

Hours passed in this serene haven as I lost myself in literature, the characters and their tales providing a welcome escape from the complexities of my new surroundings. In the midst of the silence and the soft symphony, I found a moment of respite, a personal sanctuary amidst the intriguing yet tumultuous realm that had now become a part of my life.

As the realization of the advancing hour settled in, I reluctantly closed the book, bookmarking my place for another time. My steps led me to the phone stationed in the compact kitchenette. With a mixture of anticipation and a twinge of longing, I dialed Mary's number and held the receiver to my ear, my heart skipping a beat as the ringing echoed on the other end.

"Hey, Sweet cheeks," his voice flowed through the line, a comforting melody that immediately eased my soul. A week apart had felt like an eternity, and hearing him again brought a rush of warmth that wrapped around me.

We delved into a heartfelt conversation, exchanging stories of the past week's events and our separate experiences. Amidst the laughter and familiar banter, I found myself sharing the unexpected encounter with Terzo, sensing the undercurrent of controlled anger beneath Mary's calm response. His ability to maintain composure only deepened my appreciation for his character.

As the night wore on, fatigue gradually crept in, nudging me to bring our conversation to a close. With a sigh, I broached the topic of goodbyes, a bittersweet note underscoring our interactions. We lingered in the moment, a comfortable silence reigning before I finally gathered the courage to speak.

"Mary, I miss you so much," I admitted softly. "Could you visit me soon?"

His response was swift, laden with reassurance and longing. "Of course, Penny. I'll come see you as soon as I can. Just hold on a little longer."

As we bid our goodnights and the line disconnected, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Though the distance still separated us, the promise of his presence offered solace, a beacon of familiarity in the midst of my new and enigmatic surroundings.

Standing in the coziness of my kitchenette, my yearning for Mary's voice echoed through the quiet space. Abruptly, a peculiar knock shattered the stillness, drawing my attention. Cautiously, I approached the door, my curiosity piqued. Peering through the peephole, I encountered an empty corridor. Puzzled, I unlocked the door and stepped out, surveying the surroundings. The hallways stretched devoid of life, an eerie contrast to the mysterious knock.

Then, my gaze descended to a sight that both intrigued and unsettled me—an elegant vase holding a solitary black rose. I reached for it, the coolness of the vase against my fingertips, and my eyes were drawn to a note attached. "Welcome Penny. We are so lucky to have you here with us," the message read, signed with the enigmatic label "Secret Admirer." My thoughts immediately leaped to Terzo, his allure and charm a potent mix. The notion that he might be behind this tugged at my mind.

Staring at the black rose, my emotions swirled in a maelstrom of conflicting feelings. Terzo's actions, though sweet, hinted at a depth that both enticed and concerned me. Flowers had always been a soft spot for me, a gesture I secretly yearned for but had never received from Mary. As I contemplated the enigma of this gift, my heart wrestled with mixed emotions, each petal representing a fragment of a puzzle I was only beginning to piece together.

Intrigued and somewhat perplexed, my initial impulse was to reach out to Cardinal Copia for insight. Was Terzo the kind of person who would orchestrate such a gesture? I dialed the number, anticipation building with each ring. Unfortunately, my call went unanswered, deepening the mystery. A sense of puzzlement settled within me, lingering even as I prepared for bed that night.

Lying in the stillness of my room, I found myself lost in thought. Loneliness crept in, heightening my longing for Mary's comforting presence. The void was palpable, and the allure of his embrace felt particularly enticing amidst the enigmatic backdrop of my new life.

As I lay in bed, the conundrum of the black rose gnawed at my mind. Traits that diverged from Mary's nature danced before me, casting a shadow of doubt over the origin of the gesture. The shifting lights from the courtyard cast intricate patterns on the ceiling, a dance that mirrored the complexities of my thoughts. The wind outside grew in intensity, its mournful whispers echoing a sense of uncertainty that resonated within me.

With the clock ticking towards midnight, I remained immersed in contemplation, grappling with questions that had no immediate answers. Each passing moment marked by the shifting lights and the growing wind only served to deepen my sense of bewilderment.

The night offered me only a few hours of rest, a situation I knew would likely take its toll later in the day. As my alarm beckoned, I reluctantly rose, my gaze tracing patterns on the ceiling as I struggled to shake off the lingering fatigue. Eventually, my body roused itself, and I made my way to the shower, choosing cold water to jolt my senses awake. The wetness of my hair irked me, a minor annoyance I set aside as I focused on the day ahead.

Drying off, I began the routine of taming my damp hair, a task that had become a familiar part of my mornings. Opting for simple makeup, I aimed to present a semblance of alertness, determined not to resemble the sleep-deprived state I was truly in.

Breakfast was served in the dining hall, and while I didn't have much of an appetite, I made my way there, intent on grabbing a muffin and a cup of coffee. My day's workload seemed manageable, though a scheduled meeting with fellow nurses from local ministries awaited me. As I entered the dining hall, the atmosphere felt unusually subdued. Among the sparsely occupied tables, only a handful of the Emeritus family members were present, and I couldn't help but notice Terzo's conspicuous absence.

Despite the quietness, a sense of anticipation stirred within me, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty about what the day held in store. As I settled down with my modest breakfast, the distinct aura of the Emeritus family lingered, casting a subtle intrigue over the morning's tranquility.

Secondo's eyes, an unknown entity until now, met mine with a similar hunger to that of Terzo's the day prior. The gaze lingered, a mystique shrouding their intentions. I noted the snug yet flattering scrub set I'd chosen for the day, a color that accentuated my eyes. My breakfast was consumed with a quiet contemplation, thoughts centered on the impending meeting that awaited me.

With my coffee in hand, I departed the dining hall, a mix of emotions accompanying me on my way to the clinic. An unexpected sight awaited me—a red rose placed just outside the clinic door. The surroundings were devoid of life, leaving a sense of intrigue in its wake. The note attached contained words that stirred a strange blend of flattery and unease. "You are quite beautiful, I can get used to seeing you every day. Hopefully we can spend more time together."

My heart raced slightly as I absorbed the message, my mind reeling with questions. The shadow of a presence loomed over me, yet the solitude of the hallway offered no answers. Unlocking the office door, I entered the clinic, detecting an unfamiliar yet tantalizing scent in the air. The atmosphere held an almost nostalgic quality, a sensation that teased at the edges of my consciousness but remained just out of reach.

As I prepared for the day's responsibilities, a sense of anticipation intertwined with an underlying sense of caution. The enigmatic gestures continued to weave their thread through my days, each new development raising more questions than answers. Amidst the intrigue, I found myself navigating a delicate dance between the allure of the unknown and the reassurance of familiarity.

[shesinshambles]

hi hi! if you still take requests i would absolutely love some soft mary comfort/smut. maybe reader is having a bad day and they show just how much you mean to them. fluff, a warm bath together (where things ensue *waggles eyebrows*), then off to bed holding each other tight. i don’t really have anything in mind for what the smut involves, exactly. i’ve just always loved the idea of soft mare consoling his partner on a bad day and a romantic bath with him. :)

Hi anon :) Yes I always take requests and hope this is what you were looking for! 18 + under the cut

Bath-time with Mary

“Hello?” You call out as you shuffle through the door, dropping your bag on the floor. It slides off your shoulder with a heavy thud and you lean back against the door, blowing your hair out of your face. You’re greeted by silence, the buzzing of your old fridge. Mary hasn’t come back yet. Good, you think, as drag your feet all the way to your bedroom and flop down face first onto the mattress. You can cry in peace.

It hadn’t started well. You forgot to set your alarm which meant you woke up late and had to skip your shower and rush to get dressed. No coffee. No solid 30 minutes of pessimistic staring at the wall as you drank said coffee and ate breakfast. Just pure chaos. And then your car wouldn’t start so you had to take the bus into work, and that reminded you you’d have to try to find a garage open on the weekend, lovely. It would have been fine, annoying, but fine, if that had been all. But it seemed that when one thing went wrong for you, everything else fell apart with it. Your boss yelled at you for being late even though you told them about the car, two people had already called in sick, like that was your problem. And then to make matters worse your friend was passively guilting you for having to back out of your weekend plans, Annnnd, you’d forgotten to eat so now you were woozy and your head was splitting. The tears started to flow and you snuffled into your pillow. What a great Friday.

The sound of a key turning in the lock startled you out of your pity party and you wiped your eyes and nose with your sleeve as Mary burst through the door, boisterous and brimming with energy.

“Babe!” The bedroom door slammed open and you buried your face a bit deeper into your pillow. The sound of heavy combat boots thundering across the room making you flinch. “It’s Friday!” Mary threw himself back on the bed, and you jostled about still clinging to your pillow as you felt your partner stretch out next to you.

“Sure is,” you mumbled.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Mary starts listing off all their plans for the evening but it just sounds like radio static as you swallow around the growing lump in your throat. “We hit up Katacombes, have a drink see what’s up, if the music’s shit we go to that karoke bar round the corner, some of the gang’ll be there. Doth m’lady have any objections?” All Mary gets from you is a wet sniffle. “Babe?” Mary’s voice softens and they lay a hand on your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Yeahh,” your voice cracks and you wince at how unconvincing it sounds.

“Hey,” Mary murmurs, rubbing your shoulder and pulling the pillow out of your grasp with his other hand. You let it slide from your fingers and when you open your eyes you find Mary’s soft green eyes regarding you with concern, face pinched.

“Hey,” you whisper, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. A rough-padded thumb wipes them away.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Mary asks you softly. You shake your head, shoulders heaving with sobs as you fully crumble. Mary pulls you in and you bury your face in his ratty tee. “Hey, it’s okay,” they whisper, kissing your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your back. “Rough day?” Your grip on their shirt tightens as you nod your head. “M’kay,” Mary whispers, kissing your head again.

“I’m sorry Mare,” you choke. “I don’t want to ruin your plans, but I-I really don’t wanna go out tonight.” He squeezes you tighter.

“S’okay, we can have a night in. Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head.

“Not right now.”

“Okay. D’you eat anything today?” It was baffling to you how quickly Mary was able to pick up on all your bad habits. They could read you like a book now.

“Not much, I was late today.”

“Alright then, here’s what we’ll do.” Mary crawls out of the bed to kneel down on the side in front of you, a large hand tucking your messy hair behind your ears before coming to wipe the tear tracks off your cheeks. “I’m gonna draw you a hot bath, and while we wait I brought some pizza slices home, okay? We can order takeout if you’re still hungry after.” You sniffle and Mary tries not to smile at the gross wet sound.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” and he takes one of your hands in his and kisses your palm. “Go eat, I’ll fix the bath.”

Mary left the pizza slices on the your small kitchen table, and sink heavily into a chair and start devouring a slice of pepperoni pizza, chewing absent-mindedly. Your eyes are puffy and they feel heavy, your head aching from all the crying. Mary puts up a good front, snarling and growling through life in ripped up band tees and a bloody face. But then times like these, when you were really going through it always put it in perspective. They were a big softie. Especially when it came to you. You smile maybe your first genuine happy smile today. Your Mary. And as if your thoughts alone are loud enough to summon him, Mary comes out of the bathroom and flops down into the chair next to you, stuffing their face with pizza.

“Bath’s almost ready.” You nod.

“I’m done, I can change and wait for you?” Mary shook their head, cramming the last bits of their slice into their mouth.

“M’ good to go!” Mary mumbles out around a mouth full of pizza. You giggle softly and he gives you a closed-mouth grin, cheeks puffing out. You grab your robe off the hook on the bedroom door and as Mary guides you to the bathroom, your small hand resting firmly in his larger.

You’re hit by a wall of creamy, lavender steam and a wonderland of glowing candles littering the sink, shelf, and floor. When the hell did you two manage to collect so many candles? And where the hell did Mary dig them out from? When did they find the time? Mary undresses themselves first, pulling the ratty Morbid Angel tee over their head. Mary turns toward you, grabbing the hem of your sweater.

“Arms up,” he murmurs, and you raise them, letting him undress you. Mary kisses your bare shoulders as he unclasps your bra. He slides down to his knees, kissing your navel as he unbuttons your trousers and pulls them down along with your underwear. “Come on beautiful,” Mary whispers, holding your hand steady as you climb into the tub full of searing hot water. You hiss at the burn, feeling your legs prickle as you sink into the bath, sighing with a delighted shiver.

Mary slides into the tub behind you and once they’re settled you lean back, snuggling into their chest as Mary wraps their arms around you. You close your eyes and let yourself soak, basking in the moment; the smell of the bubbles, the cozy heat of the water melting away all the tensions and stress of the day. For now you can forget about the texts from your friend you left unread, or that you’d have to deal with the car tomorrow. You can just focus on Mary’s breathing, match yours too it and drift off.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been dozing but you feel boneless when you open your eyes again, sighing as you feel Mary’s hands roam up and down your torso. You tip your head back, smiling lazily as he kisses your forehead.

“Feeling better Babe?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, stretching your neck as Mary kisses down your throat, hand sliding further underneath the surface of bubbles. They trace over the swell of your hips, inching slowly towards your core before caressing the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath, melting further into Mary’s chest. You hear them huff in amusement behind you.

“Wanna make you feel good baby,” he murmurs, nibbling on your ear. You sigh softly, nodding into Mary’s neck as he snatches your chin in his grip and turns your face to kiss you. It’s rather tame for Mary; the teeth don’t make an appearance, but it’s more than enough to feed the fire pooling in your gut. Mary’s tongue explores your mouth lazily and he drinks up all your quiet moans as his fingers run up and down your slit, teasing you and making you squirm.

“Mary,” you keen as deft fingers explore your folds, circling your bud.

“Relax Doll, lemme take care of you,” they whisper as they draw small tight circles around your clit, sliding down to dip two fingers inside you, curling them until Mary finds your sweet spot. You let out a high-pitched whine that dies as it crawls out of your throat. Your thighs start to shake as Mary pulls out of you to rub your clit more intensely. Their other arm holds you tight against their chest, and as Mary nibbles on your lower lip, they pinche your nipple between their thumb and index finger, rolling it gently as you arch your back into the touch.

“Faster Mary” you whine into his mouth, and he breaks away, eyes heavy-lidded.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “You want it faster? Want me to fuck you harder?” You nod, burying your face into Mary’s neck as he picks up the pace. Mary knows exactly how to touch you, knows exactly what you need to send you over the edge, and your toes start to curl as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter.

“Fuck.”

“Is that good, baby? You like that?” Mary hisses into your ear, and you’re too far gone to respond. Both hands are working you now, two fingers pumping inside you while their other hand presses insistently at your bud, circling over it just the way you like. You’re contorted and twisted around, your arm around their neck and the other clawing desperately at their chest. You can’t get close enough, no matter what you do.

“Fuuuuuck, don’t stop, Mary, don’t stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut as Mary fucks you towards your orgasm.

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Please, Mary,” you whine, your hips rocking as he circles even faster. Your toes are curling, every muscle in your body tensing up as you edge closer and closer to the crest. “Mary, f-fuck yesss, Mary!” And finally you come undone, clenching around Mary’s fingers as you shiver with your release, sighing into Mary’s neck.

When you come down from your high you slide a shaky hand under the water to Mary’s cock but they grab your wrist gently and pull you away, kissing the back of your hand. You hum in confusion and Mary pulls you into a languid kiss.

“This is for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t worry about me.”

Everything afterwards is a blissful blur. You’re barely awake as Mary dries you off, wrapping you in a big fluffy towel and carrying you to bed. They pull the covers over you, and once you’ve settled, Mary pulls you close and you bury your face into their chest, feeling them rest their chin atop your head.

“Mary?”

“hmm?”

“Thanks.” Mary merely kisses the top of your head in response.

“Sleep baby.”

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you back.” You drift off, happy and safe. You’ll deal with everything else in the morning. Together.

[fishwithtitz]

It's live!

The next chapter of "5 Times" is out and my fingers might fall off from typing. It's over 11,000 words of smutty goodness. Enjoy <3

[calliedion-dungeon]

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Hi, I'm Callie, I realized that maybe instead of just dropping my thingys I might as well say something in the way. So, I'm just a human woman who's imagination has been assaulted by the Ghost/Repugnant train and I just will let it consume my life and soul.

I'm relatively new in Tumblr and english is not my first language, so bare with me with my mispellings, since I don't have many people to show my works and help me correct them. Thank you if you manage to read up to this point.

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Primo - Papa Emeritus I

❦Say it with flowers (One Shot) 2.6k words- Young Primo/GN Reader, Fluff.

Terzo and Secondo

𖤐Cardinal Brothers (Coming some time in the future) Story of an adventure of the cardinals Terzo and Secondo in late 80's/stranded in a little conservative christian town/ heavely based on "To Wong Foo" movie 1995.

Cardinal Copia

𖤐Serious Killer (20.3k words) Dracopia fic - Epic friendship- Dracopia/Cardinal Copia/GN-Reader, SFW

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / ? (indefinite hiatus)

𖤐Dark Lipstick (2.2k words) Cardinal Copia/reader Fem/V - +18 MDNI. Sex Toys, Flirting, Edging

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Mary Goore

𖤐Stiff Enough (Finished) (11k words) NSFW, Smut! MDNI, Mary Goore/fem OC

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𖤓Sore Kisses - [Long Haired Blonde] Mary Goore/Fem Reader NSFW, Smut! MDNI

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[library-ghoulette]

day 10 // hands

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: Mary Goore x reader

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 1144

Tags: second person POV, female reader, they/them Mary Goore, established relationship, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, teasing, finger sucking

Summary: You take Mary back out to the van after their set, where they demonstrate that their hands are skilled at more than just playing guitar.

A/N: I dedicate this fic to everyone who's ever searched "Mary Goore hands" on Pinterest. I don't even know if it's all that kinky. But I do know that there was barely any blood in my brain the entire time I was writing it.

Read beneath the cut or on ao3!

Maybe it's not the most romantic place for a hookup—the back of the shitty old van that always smells faintly of cigarettes and sweat and the greasy ghosts of late-night fries—but fuck, you think, as Mary grazes their teeth down the side of your neck, you'll take it.

Getting through the set had been torture. You'd stood in the audience, nursing a cheap beer and chatting with friends and playing the role of a good, supportive girlfriend while Mary took the stage. There was just something about seeing them like that—fronting the band with an easy command, growling into the mic, snarling beneath the skull paint and fake blood and tumble of messy black hair—that always wound you up to the point that it was unbearable.

You had known it would be a late night, that you wouldn't get back to your apartment until god knew when. You knew you couldn't wait that long. So when the rest of the band had been distracted, you'd leaned into your sweaty, post-show hug from Mary, craning your head up to whisper in their ear, "Can we go outside for a minute?"

It could have meant almost anything. That you needed air, maybe, or a quick smoke. But the eager gleam in your eyes told Mary all they needed to know, and they had taken you by the hand and led you out over the gravel lot behind the club and to the van.

Now you're stretched out on the back floor of the van, writhing beneath Mary as they take their time lavishing attention on you. You're even more keyed up than you were before, grinding against their thigh in search of any bit of friction you can get.

Mary pulls back from kissing along your collarbone, and you let out an impatient little groan.

"What's gotten into you tonight, babe?"

You resist the urge to say not nearly enough. Not yet.

"I need you to touch me," you say, not even caring about the pleading note that creeps into the words.

"Touch you?" The corner of Mary's mouth twists up in a teasing, lopsided grin. They run one fingertip up your forearm. "Here?" they ask.

"No…"

"Oh, okay. How about—here?" They graze along your side, the touch light enough to tickle.

Ugh, why are they like this?

"Noo," you whine, which only makes them bite their lip in amusement.

"Hmm, where else? What about here?"

And now they bring their hand up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your T-shirt.

"That's… that's better," you breathe, arching into the contact as they knead gently. Already your nipple is hardening, every motion of their hand rubbing the lace of your bra against the tender flesh.

It's better, but it's not enough, not what you need. You're on the verge of just grabbing their wrist and shoving their hand between your legs when they start to trail their hand down lower, over your belly, lower still—

They skip down to your knee. Then up the outside of your thigh, bare where your short skirt has ridden up. Closer and closer, but still moving so agonizingly, infuriatingly slowly.

Finally their hand rounds the curve of your inner thigh, their thumb just barely grazing the soaked gusset of your panties, and you let out a frustrated little growl.

"Mary, I swear to God, if you don't—"

"Okay, okay, jeez."

They kiss you, sweetly, and slide their hand down your underwear. Their middle finger traces along your slit, testing your wetness. You gasp at the sensation as your hips buck. You spread your legs, eager for more, and catch the satisfied gleam in Mary's green eyes as they watch your reaction.

"Is this what you were wanting?" they ask, their fingertip playing across your entrance, just barely pushing inside.

"Mhmm," you moan, voice high and thready with need. Mary rewards you by pressing their finger slowly into your pussy, withdrawing, pressing in again, deeper.

You reach down and hook your thumbs under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down off of your hips and wriggling them as low as you can without moving too much, not wanting to interrupt Mary's rhythm. You feel like you'll die if they withdraw their hand, if they stop for even a second. They laugh and help you with their free hand, shifting their position so that they're kneeling between your splayed legs.

"You like my hands that much?" they ask, gently mocking, as they continue to finger you. As they pull out and then thrust back in with two fingers, and you nod wordlessly, biting your lip against the moan building in your throat.

"Did it get you all hot and bothered watching me play guitar? Thinking about me doing this?"

Their movements are faster now, and you're so wet that you can hear each thrust of their fingers driving into you. Mary leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss before whispering, "Think you can take another one?"

Their words send a fresh jolt of desire coursing through you, your pussy clenching around their fingers at just the thought.

"Y-yes," you answer, voice shaky, "please…"

Mary straightens back up, watching as they ease a third finger inside of you. You cry out at the exquisite fullness, unable to hold back when they crook their fingers to find the spot that makes you fall apart. When they press their thumb to your clit, tracing circles over your swollen nub.

"That's a good girl," Mary praises you.

They bring their free hand up to your face, fondly cupping your cheek as their other hand fucks you, driving you closer and closer to release. They trace their thumb over your lower lip, and your mouth falls open instinctively to take it in, to let them trace the warm contours of your mouth.

You hear them whisper a disbelieving fuck at how wanton and undone you are, their composure slipping, breath turning ragged with arousal. They pull their thumb from your mouth, smearing spit over your face, and press in again with middle and index. You moan around the intrusion. Eyes slipping shut, mind gone blank with pleasure, sucking their fingers to match the rhythm of their hand down below until, finally, your orgasm rips through you and you're helpless to do anything but ride it out, wave after wave.

Mary sees you through it, waiting until you've come down before gently withdrawing their hands and shaking out their wrist. You smile up at them tenderly, all afterglow and affection. Your voice is dreamy when you thank them.

"We can go back to the bar if you want," you say. "Don't want to miss the afterparty…"

"Are you fucking kidding?" Mary snorts. They're already fumbling with their belt buckle, undoing their fly. "I'm not done with you yet."

[persephone-has-a-blog-now]

hello how are you?? i just wanted to say i’m a huge fan of your work and i find it so cool that you seem to have something for every fandom that i’m in!! the new ghost works are really the icing on the cake :) i was also wondering if you have any ghost fics you would recommend - 🕸️

Hello, hello, I'm good 🕸️, hope you're doing good.

First of all thank you so much for liking my work, it's great people like my stuff. Appreciate it.

And for fic recommendations, hum let me think. I've been reading a lot of ongoing series lately but I'll try to think of some stand alone works as well.

Most of these are probably female reader and some gn reader, so sorry if you're looking for some male reader fics, I can look into some male read stuff if you want?

Series:

I knew nothing but shadows by @writingjourney , the fic can be found on Ao3 only (though she does have some fics on her Tumblr)

Copia x female reader, ongoing, 2 chapters.

The reader in this one is painting Copia's Papa portrait, that's all I'm giving you.

Oh my gosh this one, despite only being fairly new, has gripped me. Chef's kiss.

There's only two chapters as of writing this but they are long (longer than a lot of one shots anyway) and really just go and read it.

Please read it.

Rooted in your love by @jossambird , the fic can be found on Ao3 and Tumblr.

Multiple love interests (Copia, Terzo, Secondo and Primo), ongoing, six chapters.

The reader has Hanahaki disease, the other Papas find out and befriend her/help her.

The op says there are going to be multiple endings for each Papa which is cool. There's only six chapters so far buy they are SO GOOD.

Like the last time I read a Hanahaki fic was when I was 13 (so like 2012-13) and they were all written by edgy 13 y/os so to see a really good writer take on the theme/au/what ever you call it is really cool.

This is a gift (it comes with a price) by @moonlight-serenades , though I believe the fic is only on Ao3.

A Copia x female reader, ongoing, 17 chapters.

The reader inherits her dead uncle's occult book shop along with all the odd stuff that goes along with it (having Copia come by often, ghouls, the local Christians being up in arms etc etc).

There is smut if that's you thing but the story is plot heavy and not just written for the smut.

How can I describe it without spoilers, um angsty but the reader and Copia are sickeningly in love.

I want to bonk them on the head.

Basically all the ongoing Papa i fics on Ao3 I'm reading and like but that's because I really like peepaw .

Stand alone/one shots (please note these are ones I thought of off the top of my head so there's probably some I'm missing):

Anything by @goorehound on tumblr.

They (sorry goorehound I don't know your pronouns...) have written some really good Ghost and Mary Goore fics if you're interested in that.

Depending on the request there is a lot of gender neutral reader stuff which is brilliant so anyone can read.

Love their work dearly.

Blanketed in your Love by @jossambird , not sure if it's cross posted by I found it on Ao3.

Secondo x reader

Reader is crying in a chapel and Secondo find her and comforts her.

Simple and sweet but I have re-read it a couple of times now.

Mistletoe Mini One Shots! by @whatawonderfulexistence--blog on tumblr.

Headcanons, the reader with various Papas and ghouls.

I know it's holiday themed but I read it the other day and blushed.

I think we all want to kiss the Papas and ghouls.

She has tons other fics on her blog too!

There's so many fics I've missed so if anyone has an suggestions I'm happy to hear about them. Hope this helps 🕸️!

(I should also have some more Ghost fics posted on Ao3 soon!)

[inkrabbit]

Requests (Closed)

Hello! Requests are currently closed! If you want to make a request in the future, feel free to take a look at the fandoms I have listed and remember to send your eventual request through Asks

Games:

Bully: Scholarship Edition

Cyberpunk 2077

Far Cry 5

Prototype

The Quarry

Watch Dogs (trilogy)

We Happy Few

Movies:

Halloween

Friday the Thirteenth

The Boy (The Boy 2 does not exist to me. You guys get Brahms)

Other:

Ghost (Swedish Band)

I will only be writing:

Romance

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Reader inserts

Horror/Gore

Headcanons

Smut

I will not be writing:

Fetishes

Minors dating adults and vice versa

Original characters (minus Deputy)

Incest

Now, I would like to clarify some things for a some of the fandoms.

Bully: Scholarship Edition:

No, I will not write smut for the students and this should come as no surprise. While I headcanon that the leaders (except for Russell) are 18 by the time the last mission starts, I will not write 18+ content for them. It's different for the adults, but the students are off limits.

I am also not going to be writing kids x teens because that's weird.

This also should be common sense, but I don't trust you Tumblr kids: I will not write for student x adult, as listed above. There is no aging up, there is no aging down, there will be no ships for minors and adults.

And following up for the previous bullet point, I will not be writing for anyone's weird fantasies about Burton and the underage girls. I've had someone in my DM's try their hardest to get me to do some weird fic for him and Zoe or even Mandy and I'm not the one. If you guys want to write this yourselves, then that's on you. Don't even try to hint for it, because I will block your account and I will turn off anon asks. Don't fuck this up for everyone.

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I will do both 2023 V and 2077. I have no problem writing them as either Alt's replacement or even a lover for anyone in Samurai.

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Ghost:

I write for any and all nameless ghouls, along with any Papa! However, I will not write for Papa x Papa unless it can be in a sibling manner.

I will write for Mary Goore and Special Ghoul as well!

Watch Dogs:

Yes, I will write for all three games. However, when it comes to Legion, there is a very strong chance I won't be taking operatives. This is solely because I don't want to get characters and mess them up. Yes, operatives do technically have set personalities based on their Voice ID, but not everyone sticks to that. If you would like to request an operative, please DM me and we can discuss further. Please note: if I feel like I won't be able to deliver a fic for your operative, I will decline the request.

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[ramblingoak]

The Repugnant

Chapter One: Little Starfish

Check out amazing art by @foxybouquet HERE / Chapter Two is HERE

Your father always warned you that you were too curious for your own good. After hearing rumors of the pirate ship The Repugnant in the area you snuck out of your father's villa to try and get a peek at the dreaded pirate and his crew of monsters. But what happens when Captain Mary Goore gets a peek of you first?

Mary Goore x Female Reader

Warnings: vampire!pirate!Mary Goore, vampire shenanigans, horror, violence, no one is dead but they're not exactly alive either...this will make sense later, some suggestive moments but nothing too spicy yet, Copia, Terzo and the ghouls will be showing up soon too, nsfw 18+ mdni, 1,800 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the banner and the collage and thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

“Don’t leave the house at night.”

That was the one rule your father had always insisted you abide by.  Of course there were plenty of others, especially as you had gotten older and more rebellious.  But staying inside of the safety of your family’s villa when night fell was always the most important rule and it was the one you had always obeyed.  ‘Strange creatures run amok in the night Miss’ was what your nanny would whisper to you while tucking you into bed each night, ‘Best to stay indoors and let the guards handle things’.

In retrospect you probably should have listened to her.

You tried to stick to the shadows around your home as much as possible while you crept along the perimeter.  The guards always stuck to the same routes and after years of watching them from your bedroom window you knew exactly when and where they’d be.  But tonight the moon was full and bright leaving very few places to hide.  You could not get caught, not when tonight was the best chance you had to see a man you had dreamed about since you were a child.

Pirates were common in the waters around the island you called home.  Occasionally they’d come into port and enjoy the various taverns close to the docks.  The island was a popular spot to restock ships for both merchants, soldiers and pirates alike.  For the most part everyone kept to themselves and rarely did any fights occur.  The silent agreement the groups had with each other made it easier for you to go into town and hear all sorts of stories of life on the sea.

One story in particular had always been your favorite though, a story of a man so dangerous that even the most skilled pirate crew hardly dared say their name.  For years you thought it to be a tall tale, a story that just became more and more fantastical as it was told.  The descriptions of the ship itself, The Repugnant, made it seem like some sort of vessel that came straight from hell.  Black wood, black sails and it was always surrounded by a deadly mist, it sailed the sea without rival.  But it was The Repugnant’s crew that people feared the most.

They weren’t men or women, but monsters.  Creatures that even the darkest imagination couldn’t conjure.  The rumor was that they were all cursed, that years ago they had crossed paths with a warlock and been doomed to roam the seas for an eternity, undead and wicked.  Everyone had different ideas as to what the crew had been turned into.  You’d heard everything from ghosts to zombies to sirens and then monsters you had never even heard of before.  The only one of the crew that everyone could agree on was the captain.

It was said that Captain Mary Goore was a vampire.

Even the word ‘vampire’ sent a shiver down your spine.  As a child it scared you to think of someone drinking your blood, of draining you dry and leaving you for dead.  However as you grew older it seemed to stir something else in you.  Your nanny was always one to stoke your imagination and had often snuck you books about creatures of the night.  You would pore over them while you were supposed to be asleep, reading over and over again about their lore.

When you’d finally fall asleep it was always to dream about a dark clad figure meeting you in the dark.  Their cold hands caressing you in ways no one else had before.  Dark promises whispered into your skin that would stoke all sorts of desires within you.  More than once you had woken up from such a dream with a gasp on your lips and sweat cooling on your skin.  And more and more it wasn’t just a gasp on your lips but a name…

All of this led you to where you were now, rushing through the woods that separated your home from the town near the sea.  You had put on your plainest dress to hopefully blend in a little more.  All you wanted was a peek, just one glance of the man that had been in your dreams for years now.  You wanted to see the shock of dark hair on his head, you wanted to see the bright red of his eyes…you wanted to see Captain Goore in the flesh.

As soon as you had overheard the guards talk about a sighting of The Repugnant it had been all you had thought about.  Each night since you had stayed up for hours watching the water for any sign of the ship.  It was tonight, after most everyone in the house had gone to bed, that you had seen the mist in the distance.  Watched as it grew thicker and closer.  When the moon had broken away from the clouds briefly there was no mistaking what was sailing towards the docks.

Your feet stumbled as you hit the cobblestones that led into town.  The mist had drifted along the paths from the water and for the first time you felt a little thrill of fear go through you.  It was getting harder and harder to see where you were going.  Despite growing up here and knowing the town like the back of your hand the mist was confusing you.  At first you thought you were hearing other townsfolk talking as they wandered around you but the whispers were becoming darker and rougher.

They were becoming far less human sounding.

You ducked into the alley by the Moon Bay Tavern, leaning against the wall to try and collect yourself.  The realization of the situation you were in was starting to dawn on you.  All you could see in your mind was your father’s face as he called you a ‘foolish girl’.  He had been lamenting more and more that your head was too far into the clouds and you would soon need to come back down to earth.  You had ignored him like usual but over the last month even your nanny was saying the same sort of thing.

Your clothes were becoming finer, your posture was being corrected and even your hobbies were being commented on.  It was like they were trying to mold you into a completely different person.  Someone that you had no desire to be.  The same night you had overheard the guards mention The Repugnant being seen was also the same night your father had stated he would need to find you a husband soon.  The idea of being handed off to someone like you were a piece of furniture was revolting and you wanted no part of it.

So it was with all those thoughts swirling in your head that you had begun to cling to the idea of Mary more and more.  It was just a fantasy and now that you were down here surrounded by who knows what, the stupidity of your plan was apparent.  You pushed away from the wall with a groan and turned back towards the way you came.

A foolish girl indeed.

“Hey little starfish, what are you doing out so late?”

It seemed like your blood had instantly turned to ice water from the voice drifting up from behind you.  The sounds of boots on the cobblestones grew closer, far too close but you couldn’t seem to convince your limbs to move.  You were frozen in place because deep down you knew who the voice belonged to.  Gathering all the courage you could muster you turned and found yourself face to face with the man you had dreamed of meeting but now dreaded to see.

They were dressed mostly in black save for a red sash around their waist that had various weapons hanging from it.  A large three point hat was perched on their head and it cast a shadow over their face.  It did nothing to obscure those eyes though, two piercing red eyes stared right at you like they could see straight into your soul.  Above you the moon finally was able to peek through the clouds and a blue swath of light hit the man, no the vampire, in front of you.

They were far more handsome than you had ever dreamed of.

“Cat got your tongue?”  They grinned at you widely, showing off their fangs.  “Come on now, you gotta say something.”

“I’m uh…I’m…”  You shook your head, taking a deep breath and trying to calm your breathing.  “I’m just leaving.  From work.”

“Oh yeah?”  Mary took a few steps closer, their eyes roaming up and down your body.  “And where is that?”

“Um, the t-tavern.”  You pointed a finger to the building, wincing at how badly your hand was shaking.  “But my shift is over so I’ll be heading home now.”

You had barely managed to turn away before Mary’s hand was on your arm.  The coldness of their skin quickly seeped through the fabric of your dress and you gasped, trying to tug your arm away without success.

“Now, now.  What’s the rush?”  Mary tugged you to the side and started backing you up against the wall, barely leaving any room between you.  “You know starfish, it’s kinda funny.”

“What’s funny?”

“I’ve been in there for a bit, looking for something good to eat.  But I didn’t see you at all.  Wonder why that is?”

“I work in the kitchen.”

“The kitchen?  A pretty thing like you?”  Mary clicked their tongue while shaking their head.  “No, no you’d definitely be out in the tavern serving drinks.”

“Well you’re wrong.”  You took a quick breath and held your head up high, finding the tiniest bit of courage to meet those red eyes.  “Now let me go.”

Mary’s eyes seemed to darken a bit and you had to look away.  Slowly you could feel them leaning in closer and closer until their nose touched your jawline.  You couldn’t hold in your gasp when they ran it along your skin, inhaling deeply as they did so.  When they were done they stayed close, moving their lips to rest against your ear.

“Doesn’t smell like you work in the kitchen.  In fact it smells like you don’t belong here at all.”  He laughed when you tried to pull away, not letting you move even an inch.  “To me it smells like you belong on that hill above town.  In a house your daddy built.”

“Let me go!”

Mary growled when you tried to pull away again and the sound seemed to reverberate through your body.  With a snarl they shoved you roughly back against the wall, your head hitting the stone painfully.  

“Sorry little starfish, I won’t be letting you go.  Remember when I said I was looking for something good to eat?”  Mary reached up to grab their hat, tossing it down on the ground.  Their black hair fell across their face and they quickly brushed it away all while smiling down at you. Your eyes fell to those fangs and you were unable to look away.  “I think I found it.”

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[ghostchems]

a grave date - preview! mary goore x female!reader

a/n: been thinkin on this for a while and finally am writing it. this will be multiple "parts" but all will be posted together as one complete fic. stay tuned! :D

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One of your New Year’s resolutions is to “embrace the spooky”. You are regretting it now that you’ve decided to take a shortcut through the local graveyard on your way home. The cool air pricks your cheeks, the temperature having dropped drastically once the sun went down. Your hands are shoved deep into your sweatshirt pocket and you keep your eyes on the path in front of you. Another one of your resolutions is to make more time for friends, which is why you’re walking through the graveyard in the first place. One of your closest friends lives within walking distance of your apartment but you’ve barely seen each other over the last year due to busy schedules and lack of effort. Not anymore, though! You’re being social and remembering how much fun it can be to catch up with friends and do activities.

You’ve been a bit of a shut-in — but at the moment, you can’t wait to be back home. Fog clings to the trees and obelisks, dim lights spaced out along your path barely fighting off the dark. There are some urban legends, some completely made up but some based on historical true crime. About fifty odd years ago, a woman was here visiting the grave of her mother and ended up sadly being murdered as she mourned. People talk of sightings, calling her Mother’s Ghost, but that is just a load of local gossip, right?

Right?

“Evenin’! Are ya lost?” You’re just about to spiral when he calls out to you, a lanky arm in the air to catch your attention as you slow your walk to a stop, eyes focusing on him. Oh, lord. He sounded cheerful, polite but your eyes land on his face covered in blood, throwing several red flags up in your brain. You sputter, blinking to make sure what you’re seeing is real.

“I’m trying to get to Hitchcock Ave.” Finally, the words come out in one quick breath. The man comes closer, the faint light allowing you to see him more clearly. He’s lanky, has long legs and skinny arms complete with a sleeveless, ripped t-shirt.

“Ah, you’re already on the right track.” He’s standing about an arms length of you now, scratching the back of his head. You should be afraid of this man but there’s something about his demeanor and the kindness in his voices make you decide to at least hear what he has to say. “If you go a lil’ bit further down the path til’ you reach the crypts and then make a left, the Hitchcock entrance is straight ahead.” He gives you direct eye contact with his cool green eyes while also using his hand to point along with his directions. You don’t say anything, silently digesting his words. His eyes roam your features and his full lips start to tug into a small grin. He lifts his hands up in surrender. “Promise I’m tellin’ the truth. If you have any trouble, you come right back here and I’ll bend over so you can kick my ass.”

You snort. You can’t help it! In no way were you expecting him to say that.

“Alright, alright. Thank you.” You smile at him and his grin only grows. He waves you off as you continue down the path. There are a few times you look back to see him lingering in the same spot, seeing you off at least until you reach the crypts. Who the hell is he? Was he just hanging out in the cemetery? Is he a ghost? You follow his directions and end up right on Hitchcock like he said and something about him helping you out makes your heart flutter.

Still, a strange feeling comes over you for the rest of your walk home.

[kissingghouls]

Spring Day (Mary Goore x f!Reader)

Summary: You and Mary enjoy a nice afternoon together

TAGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI, SMUT- P in V sex, unprotected sex, birth control mentioned, cum play, FLUFF, established relationship, slice of life, and some ridiculous OCs, he/they Mary 🖤 (3100 words)

[Can be read alone or you can enjoy it with the rest of the More Goore '24 Collection]

one million thank yous for our very own Loverthem Edition Mary Goore by the amazing and talented @ghuleh-draws / @ghuleh-recs I can't get over how absolutely perfect and dreamy they are 😭

-x-

The countertop is cool on the back of your thighs. A gentle breeze filters through the curtains while the various sounds and soft sunlight of a Saturday afternoon can be heard in your little kitchen.

“You sure you don’t wanna close that?” Mary asks, voice low and teasing.

You shake your head and pull them closer, unwilling to give up the grip you have on them. Your mouths slot back together in a bruising kiss, so desperate for each other you could hardly stand it. Maybe it was those first signs of spring, slightly warmer weather and sudden thunderstorms setting the right mood. Or maybe it was simply hormones, a chemical reaction in your body that made you crave Mary at all times. Whatever it was, you couldn’t keep your hands off him lately. There were no complaints from him of course, but it did make it difficult for either of you to get anywhere on time.

“Mm, we’re going to be late,” you mumble into their mouth while their hands trail up and up.

“You started it Darlin’,” Mary reminds you and dips his head to kiss along the column of your throat. “Trying to torture me with those looks.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The innocence is an act juxtaposed wildly by your own hands tugging roughly at Mary’s belt. The thing pops free of its closure with a clanging sound of metal on metal and hangs loose around his hips. You make quick work of his fly, freeing his fattening cock from the confines of denim. He groans as you take him in your hands, growing harder with each pump of your fist. 

“You better get down here.” It’s less of a suggestion than a command as Mary eases you off the counter and spins you away from him to lift your skirt over your ass. Your panties hit the floor faster than he can say “fuck darlin’,” in that drawl that drives you crazy.

You gaze over your shoulder, batting your lashes at your metalhead boyfriend. Battle jacket still on, Mary takes ahold of your hips and angles you just right. His fingers dip into your entrance just to be sure—the last thing Mary ever wants to do is hurt you (unless you ask him to, but that’s a discussion for another time).

The stretch is incredible as he pushes into you, his thickness making you whimper beneath him. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades as he stills himself, fully seated inside you and waits for you to adjust. It’s not the first time he’s fucked you like this and, if you have any say in the matter, it won’t be the last. There’s something about the feel of that leather jacket in your trembling hands, the sound of studs and buckles clashing against each other as Mary absolutely fucks your brain out. You’re addicted at this point, still catching the high of that first time together. It’s just as sweet, just as earth-shatteringly good as the last orgasm he gave you—a feeling you might chase forever.

How are you supposed to worry about a stupid thing like time when Mary fucks you like this?

Their thrusts meet a new angle and you’re crying out as he paws at your tits under your shirt. He pinches a nipple as he reminds you the window is still open.

“Everyone can hear you,” he growls in your ear. “Everyone out there knows you’re getting fucked out of your mind.”

You moan louder, one part lascivious and one part performative as Mary pounds into you harder and harder. The countertop is going to leave a bruise where you’re bent over it, but you don’t care. You’re too busy pleading with him, so close to your end. He senses it too, fingers moving to your center as he practically purrs into your ear.

“D’you take your pill today, darlin’?”

You nod weakly as his hips snap forward burying himself as deep as he can. There’s a litany of whispered praises, words quietly and expertly drawn over your sweat-damp skin as he brings you to your peak. You try to hold out, knowing the chain reaction that follows moments like this, but it’s no use. Mary feels too good. Mary makes you feel too good.

The sparks ignite, a slow burn of pleasure rolling over your entire body as you call out his name for the entire neighborhood to hear. He follows soon after with a growl that sounds more threatening than it is, hips moving erratically as he pumps his spend into you.  

He collapses, forehead resting against your back as he tries to find his breath again. He leaves you just long enough to shake out of the heavy jacket before his hands smooth soothing circles over your hips. Once his heartbeat steadies, he pulls out and hauls you up to face him. You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder as your legs shake from the effort. He locks his arms around you to keep you upright as he kisses the top of your head.

“Was it worth how late we’re gonna be?” he teases softly, a cute, playful tinge in his voice.

“Should we just stay here?”

“We could, but it might be better to give our friends proof of life once in a while.”

You sigh. “I guess.”

“We can go again when we get back,” he promises. 

“Fine,” you huff jokingly and lift your head to meet his eyes. “Let me get cleaned up first.”

Mary smirks at you as his hand dips between your legs, fingers pushing his release back inside you. You tilt your head, lips catching his lazily while his fingers work. Just as he sets a pace and your breath catches, his phone bursts to life, ringingly loudly as it vibrates across the countertop.

“Uh oh,” Mary groans, fingers hesitating to leave your skin. “I think we’re in trouble.”

You laugh lightly. “When are we not?”

“We? You’re trouble, darlin’. I like it, but we’re probably never going to hear the end of it if we don’t get going.”

-x-

It’s only a short drive, but with the windows down and Mary’s hand on your knee it feels like time moves too fast. As you turn onto the next street, Chaos House comes into view. Like a rotted tooth, the house stands out against its neighbors’ carefully clipped lawns and even paint jobs. The front porch sags, its wood long overdue for replacement, but those broken steps are the first place he ever gathered the courage to actually make a move. It might as well be a monument at this point, he thinks, complete with a plaque and a dedication ceremony.

Or maybe it’s a little too soon for such thoughts. 

You groan from the driver’s seat, pulling them back to the present as you point at the cars haphazardly parked along the street and on the front lawn. It’s a subtle reminder that the world still exists outside the privacy of your little apartment, and it still turns whether the two of you are there or not. 

“We’re so busted,” you grumble as you angle the car into an awkward space next to Max’s dented old van.

“Nah,” Mary responds and gives your leg a squeeze. “But maybe if you kept your hands to yourself—”

“Oh? Maybe I will. Then where will you be?”

“On time.”

Mary yelps in pain as you reach over and twist his left nipple. Playfully, he swats at your hands, never really attempting to push you away. Instead, he catches your wrist and pulls you over the center console to press his lips to yours.

“Not in the car,” you mumble against his mouth.

“Wait, never?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you climb out of the car. They pause to watch you for a moment—even when you’re annoyed with them (pretend or not), they still can’t help but admire you. Something stirs in his stomach, the hum and the buzz that precedes the itch under his skin that returns any time he’s not touching you. It’s dangerous to need you so badly, but Mary can’t fucking help it anymore.

He doesn’t want to stop.

You look over your shoulder flashing that god damned smile of yours and they can’t get out of the car fast enough. They chase you up the driveway and over the broken steps, moving past the grungy sofa that’s lived on the front porch for the last two years at least. You turn as they catch up and throw your arms around their neck, pulling them close. His entire brain shuts off as your lips brush his, your pretty little hands holding him so tightly. He thinks maybe you can’t help it either, that you need him just as bad. It sounds fucking ridiculous in his head because you’re all of those soft and lovely things like bunnies and strawberries and the intoxicating smell of your shampoo and he’s, well—he shuts down the doubt to focus on the taste of your lip gloss instead.

“What’d you miss me, darlin’?” he teases as you pull away.

“Maybe I just like kissing you.”

“Ah, then why’d you stop?”

You tilt your head, motioning to the front door. “Captive audience.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he shouts as he looks over and catches sight of two of his bandmates with their faces pressed against the glass. “What the hell?”

“You perverts gonna come in or are you just here to give the neighbors a show?” Shane asks while casually licking an ice cream cone.

“What the fuck—”

Crash grins and holds up his own ice cream. “The ice cream truck came by.”

You begin to giggle uncontrollably at the two men—both proudly wearing tiny shorts borrowed from god knows where. Mary could ask, but he’s not entirely sure he even wants to know what these two have been up to.

The inside of the house is surprisingly quiet, but Shane explains everyone has already moved to the backyard. Little parties like this have slowly become a welcome tradition, a chance for everyone to catch up and enjoy a nice day without the added stress of booking or playing a show. Doom metal spills from a speaker somewhere beyond the cracked glass of the back door, accompanied by a chorus of laughter and conversation.

The whistling begins as soon as you and Mary emerge from the house, followed by shouts and a few good-natured-but-pornographic moans. Occupied lawn chairs encircle a plastic kiddie pool filled with ice and drinks, while two bearded men argue over the nearby grill. There’s a handful of others loitering further down the lawn, smoking and making their own conversations about who knows what. It’s a sea of familiar faces, friends or at least friends of friends—people you and Mary have known separately for years. The entire quote-unquote inner circle of your city’s “thriving metal scene” fits on the patchy backyard of a rental house in the center of town. 

Mary gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as they guide you toward the collective of your friends. Their other bandmates—Max and JP—have set up shop at the far side of the circle around their own cooler of non-communal beers. There’s only a couple of empties littering the ground at their feet, so you couldn’t have been that late.

“Well, well, if it ain’t our very own power couple,” Max taunts from the closest chair and raises his arm to give Mary a high five as he walks by. “Didn’t think you were gonna make it, Loverboy.”

“Yeah, well, something came up,” Mary offers dismissively as he fishes a can out of the freezing pile of ice in the pool. He stands and cracks open the can before handing it over to you and reaching in for another.

“I’ll bet it did,” JP quips as you settle into a chair next to Max. Anyone within earshot absolutely loses it, some doubling over on the grass or falling out of their chairs.

“Aw don’t be jealous, sweetie,” Mary coos and settles into JP’s lap. He leans in, making kissy faces at his bearded friend before dropping an ice cube down the back of his shirt. JP jumps up with a howl, moving so quickly he dumps Mary straight on his ass on the lawn.

“Ah shit, Goore,” JP whines as he shakes out the back of his shirt. He bounces on the balls of his feet, an awkward dance that’s attracting onlookers from farther down. “Fuck,” JP hollers again and bolts toward the house. “It’s in my jeans!”

Another round of laughter follows and Mary dusts off their own jeans as they stand. He reaches into the ice and grabs another can before crossing that little space on the lawn to reach you. With one of those devilish grins, Mary slides into your lap.

“Mare, let the lady breathe, for fuck’s sake,” Shane teases and nudges them with his foot. He leans over the arm of his chair and gives you a serious look. “You want me to take care of this punk for you?”

“Hey, what exactly do you think you’re gonna do with those noodle arms?” Mary snaps back.

Shane narrows his eyes and hands his ice cream to Crash as he stands. He takes a moment to dramatically crack his neck before he leans down and effortlessly hoists Mary over his shoulder before he takes off down the lawn. There’s more shouting and laughter while Shane awkwardly runs a lap around the backyard.

“Hey, don’t tell ‘em I said anything,” Max starts quietly while the party’s attention is elsewhere. “But Mary looks really happy.”

“With Shane?” you ask, pointing at the spectacle on the lawn.

“Christ, it’s like there’s two Goores now,” he grumbles. “I take it back. You guys are spending entirely too much time together.”

You offer him a soft smile as an apology. “Sorry for giving you shit. I’m glad he looks happy.”

Max snorts. “You know you look happy too, right?”

You glance over at your flailing boyfriend—all ripped jeans, spikes, and studs, things designed to make them look tough and unapproachable—and you can’t help the way your heart melts. Mary is so many things, but there are parts of them that only you get to see. A softness that exists in the early hours with his sleepy eyes and messy hair. The marked gentleness of their touch even when they’re being rough. The shy, almost embarrassed smile when you catch them staring.

You turn away, feeling your face get warm.

“Put me down you freaky giant!” Mary wails from across the yard, helplessly kicking his feet in those heavy boots. Shane mercifully lowers Mary back to the ground and bows as the small crowd offers a smattering of applause. The two are still laughing as they rejoin the group around the plastic pool.

“The fuck did I miss?” JP mumbles as he settles back into his seat.

As nice and normal as things feel with Mary in the safety of your apartment or his bedroom, a few people still stop and stare as he leans down to kiss you. It doesn’t seem to matter that the two of you took things relatively slow—to some it looked more like you and Mary just jumped without much thought about what might happen next. Maybe in some ways you had, but it wasn’t like you were total strangers. No one ever said it out loud of course, but there was always some doubt hanging around like leftover smoke, some little piece of well-meaning concern that you wouldn’t be good for him. That he wouldn’t be good for you.

Even now, as the seasons change and the first truly pleasant afternoon of the year shines a bright spotlight on your relationship, it’s clear that some still think that. Your real friends seem to be growing used to the idea—despite their relentless teasing.

The day wears on and old familiar stores are exchanged as the sun moves behind the clouds. Newer stories—like Mary’s valiant attempt to learn to skate—are told over dinner and a few more drinks, laughter floating out past the tree line.

As night falls, a chill forces most of the party back inside. Mary’s a little wobbly on his feet, weaving his way through the common rooms to begin his goodbyes. You opt to help JP gather empty cans and trash while you catch up on the latest gossip and workplace dramas surrounding your little corner of the world. It feels like the end of any other party, like nothing’s really changed aside from you and Mary arriving and leaving together.

Until JP asks when the wedding will be and you choke on your own spit while punching him in the chest.

“Hey!” Mary barks and dramatically stomps through the room. “What’d you do to my girl?”

“Nothing. What’d you do?”

They drunkenly shake their head. “Nope. That’s our business.”

“Mary!” You snap.

“Not what I meant. Collect your Goore and get out of my house,” JP pleads.

“C’mon Loverboy,” you tease and urge Mary toward the door. “Let’s go before you say something stupid.”

“Loverthem,” he replies with a giggle and drapes his arms over your shoulders. “But only for you.”

“Is this your way of asking if you can sleep at my place?”

“Yeah. We’ll sleep.”

“Oh my god, get in the car.”

“Later JP,” he yells with a wave. He grabs your hand and ushers you out of the house and back to your car on unsteady legs.

He wavers a little less by the time you reach your apartment, though he still needs to sit to get out of his boots. He sheds his jacket before he stands, leaving a little pile of Mary things by the front door. Trailing behind you, he holds your hand as you wander into the bedroom. The bed is still unmade, blankets rumpled from the heavy makeout session that preceded the incident in the kitchen. You slip out of your clothes and into the t-shirt Mary let you borrow months ago while he carefully strips down to his boxers and flops onto your bed with a groan.

“Darlin’ you have the best bed. I could lay here forever.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Actually, it could be better. C’mere.”

You grin and crawl into bed, tucking yourself against his side. A happy sigh falls from his lips as he slips his fingers under your shirt and presses his hand to your bare stomach.

“See? Perfect, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree quietly. “Pretty fucking perfect.”

[copiasghoulfriend]

Sinfully Yours,

Summary: In this enigmatic tale, Nurse Penelope (Penny) awakens next to the alluring Terzo in an unfamiliar room, leading to confusion and intrigue. Amidst her nursing duties, Penny grapples with her attraction to Terzo and her commitment to her distant boyfriend, Mary. Mysterious gestures from an anonymous admirer and Terzo himself further complicate her emotions. While Penny navigates the complexities of her feelings and her role in the intriguing Emeritus family, she remains torn between the allure of the unknown and her unwavering connection with Mary, resulting in a captivating blend of romance, mystery, and personal growth.

Rating: Mature, Explicit, Eventually 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore / Emeritus Family / Copia

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Infidelity, Emotional Turmoil, Mature Language, Suggestive Imagery, Alcohol Use, Romantic Tension, Implied Nudity, Intrigue and Mystery, Personal Struggles

AO3 Chapter One Chapter Two

2.8K Words

Chapter Three: Under the New Moon's Spell

Tension hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating the room. Mary's confrontation with the Emeritus Family had escalated rapidly, and I felt a growing sense of dread as I stood beside him.

Secondo's voice was measured but filled with authority as he addressed Mary. "Young man, that is NOT how you treat a woman. Especially one of our own. I haven't seen you around before. You are?"

My heart raced as all eyes turned to us. Mary's grip on my arm tightened, and I knew he was struggling to contain his anger. He forced his way through the crowd of sisters, determined to make his point.

"My name is Mary Goore. I'm Penny's boyfriend," he declared, his voice carrying a threat that hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. "I can see why the mishap started with her having sex with one of you. If I find out exactly who it was, you're dead meat."

His words reverberated through the hall, and I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Mary's confrontation was bold, but it was also reckless.

Secondo, seated but exuding authority, responded with a mixture of reprimand and understanding. "Mary, that's not how you approach one of us. I don't like your attitude. This here is a congregation of Satan. You will respect us and him. I am, however, sorry for what had happened at the party."

Terzo's gaze remained locked on me, and I could see a storm of emotions raging within him. His fists clenched tightly, and his eyes seemed to pierce through me. The tension between Mary and the Emeritus Family had reached a dangerous precipice, and I feared the consequences that would follow.

"Secondo, we can't allow this disrespectful behavior to tarnish our family's reputation. It's clear he's trouble and not the right fit for Penny. Speaking of which, Mary, it seems Penny excels in more ways than one." Terzo's words dripped with sly innuendo as he spoke, his gaze locking onto Mary's before he turned and departed through the ministry's private entrance.

Terzo's words cut through the already tense atmosphere like a sharp blade, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. Mary's face twisted with anger, his fists clenching as he shot daggers at Terzo's retreating figure. It was clear that those words had hit a nerve, but there was also an underlying current of pain in Mary's eyes.

Secondo, always the voice of reason, let out a weary sigh. "This is hardly the appropriate place for such confrontations. We shall address this matter privately. Mary, you must grasp the intricacies of our community. Penny is now one of us. You must respect that."

Despite his composed demeanor, there was a touch of resignation in Secondo's tone. He gestured toward the exit, a signal for Mary and me to depart the hall. The tension in the room lingered, and as we made our way out, I couldn't help but ponder what the future held for us within the ministry and the intricate web of relationships that seemed to ensnare us all.

The overwhelming sense of sorrow washed over me as Mary and I were escorted out of the hall  by Secondo. It was a tumultuous and emotional ordeal that I hadn't anticipated. I had hoped for change in Mary, believing he had transformed, and now I grappled with the reality of his unchanged self. My own regret for letting myself go at the workplace party gnawed at me. Terzo's presence was a tantalizing contrast to the chaos, his charm and ease of conversation leaving an impression.

But then, amidst the confusion and mounting frustration, Mary's voice erupted like a volcanic eruption. His accusations, laced with anger and jealousy, pierced the air. Without a word, I turned away from him and headed towards my room, my sanctuary in this tumultuous moment. I paused in front of my door and faced Mary, my voice a hushed plea, tinged with fear of his reaction.

"Mary," I whispered, "I need you to leave, right now." My words hung in the air, a quiet yet resolute plea for him to respect my boundaries. Mary, however, was far from compliant; his fury ignited anew as he seized me, pinning me against the door with a heavy thud. His hands, once tender and loving, now slammed against the wooden frame, reverberating with anger.

"I'm not leaving," he hissed vehemently, his breath hot on my face, "not until you come with me." His words dripped with possessiveness, as if he could simply claim me, as if my choices were irrelevant.

I summoned my courage, my voice quaking but steady. "Mary, I work here," I emphasized, my tone underscoring the importance of my commitment to my career. "I went to college, earned my certifications to be here. What do you do? You're in a band, wasting your life away, drowning in alcohol. You've become an abusive alcoholic."

My words struck home, and for a moment, Mary's rage faltered. His face contorted with a mix of anger, pain, and self-awareness. It was a brief, fragile moment of clarity in the storm of emotions that had consumed us both.

"You know what, Penny? We're through. You can have these oddballs. You... you were a fantastic girlfriend. But I can find someone better," Mary's voice wavered, a cocktail of anger and heartbreak lacing his parting words. He stormed away, leaving me standing there, emotions swirling in a turbulent mix.

With a heavy heart, I turned around and leaned my forehead against the cool surface of my room's door, letting the tears flow freely. Time became a blur, and I had no grasp of how long I'd been standing there when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Please... just leave," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. The hand continued its soothing back rub, offering solace.

I raised my tear-streaked face from the door, and to my surprise, Secondo stood beside me. His demeanor had shifted from the stern authority he'd displayed earlier to one of unexpected kindness.

"Piccolina, this might be for the best," he said softly, his eyes conveying understanding and warmth. I struggled to find my voice, to respond to this unexpected compassion.

"I don't know if he'll return, but my brother and the cardinal will be pleased," Secondo continued, his words cloaked in mystery. I furrowed my brow, intrigued by the cryptic message.

"W-What do you mean, Secondo?" I managed to inquire, my voice quivering. He paused for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully.

"The other two... they care for you more than you realize," he began, casting a cautious glance around to ensure our privacy. "I can't reveal who's behind the roses. But it was my suggestion. You're something out of my wildest dreams, Penny. Yet, I'm too old for you. Consider my words. Whoever you choose, you'll find happiness either way."

With these enigmatic words, Secondo placed a tender kiss on my forehead and departed, leaving me to ponder the enigmatic situation I now found myself in.

I decided that tonight I was going to chaperone the Sisters and Brothers New Moon party. It was a way to get out of the house for a few hours, perhaps to mingle with Terzo and Copia while sober. After a warm shower, I set out to get myself ready. My hair took a while to dry, but I styled it differently than usual. A smoky eye makeup look added a touch of mystery to my appearance. I selected a silver mini dress from my closet that showcased my assets.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, I remembered that I had two shots in the fridge. I downed them quickly for a bit of liquid courage. Afterward, I approached the mirror by the door, critiquing myself more harshly than I should. Shaking off my self-doubt, I grabbed my keys and opened the door, only to find Terzo standing there, looking dashing in a dark purple suit.

"Buonasera, Penny," he greeted me, his eyes locking onto mine with an undeniable charm.

"Evening, Terzo, um... Papa," I replied, shifting my gaze away from his penetrating stare. He gently grasped my hands and planted tender kisses on the tops of them. "You know well enough that you can call me Terzo," he insisted, his touch encouraging me to meet his gaze. There was something different about him tonight.

"Penny, actually... I'm here to apologize for earlier. Mary was getting on my nerves, and I may have said some... things I shouldn't have," he confessed, using his hand to gently lift my chin, so I looked at him. His eyes held a genuine sincerity that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I blushed at his words.

"Terzo... there's no need to apologize. I knew Mary went too far. I have the bruises to prove it, thanks to him. You were just trying to protect me, much like Secondo. I understand," I responded, offering a warm smile that seemed to light up his face.

"So, you're already a bit tipsy? I'm relatively sober. There's no harm in just having a chat. I promise I won't end up in your bed again," I added playfully, causing his smile to broaden as he appeared more comfortable in my presence.

Terzo flashed a mischievous smile as he playfully asked, "Hey! How do you know I'm Tipsy, Penny?"

I couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease wash over me in Terzo's lighthearted presence. "Well, your slightly flushed cheeks and that Cheshire cat grin might be a giveaway," I teased, gesturing toward his beaming face.

Terzo's laughter resonated through the hallway. "Alright, fair point," he conceded with a grin of his own. "But hey, I'm a much more entertaining Terzo when I've had a couple of drinks."

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be skeptical. "Oh, really? You weren't exactly dull before, you know."

With a wink, he leaned in slightly closer, his voice laced with a flirtatious tone. "Trust me, Penny, there's a lot more to me that you haven't seen yet."

Terzo's remark sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I felt my cheeks flush even more. We stood there, locked in a playful moment, before he changed the subject.

"So, are you ready for the party tonight?" Terzo asked, stepping back slightly and adjusting his suit jacket.

I nodded, regaining some composure. "Yeah, I am. It'll be a good opportunity to unwind and forget about everything that's been going on."

Terzo nodded sympathetically, his eyes showing a hint of concern. "I'm here for you, Penny, if you ever need someone to talk to. You don't have to carry your burdens alone."

I appreciated his genuine offer of support. "Thanks, Terzo. That means a lot to me."

With a warm smile, he offered his arm. "Shall we, Penny?"

I looped my arm through his, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence that I hadn't anticipated. "Lead the way, Terzo." Together, we made our way into the heart of the New Moon party, leaving the worries of the day behind, at least for a little while.

The New Moon party was in full swing in the enchanting garden. Twinkling fairy lights illuminated the pathways, and the night air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers. The soft melodies played by the Ghouls created a magical atmosphere. Sisters and Brothers, dressed in a mix of elegant and casual attire, mingled, danced, and reveled in the electric atmosphere.

Terzo guided me to the bar, where Cardinal Copia was engaged in lively conversation with Sister Imperator. Copia noticed us and greeted us with a warm smile. "Ah, Penny, Terzo, you both look splendid tonight. Join us for a drink?"

Although I was a bit starstruck in Copia's presence, I managed to nod and offer a polite greeting. "Thank you, Cardinal. We'd love to."

As Copia ordered our drinks, Terzo leaned in and whispered, "You're doing great, Penny. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

His words were reassuring, and I felt a growing ease settle within me. Copia handed us our drinks, and we continued chatting with him and Sister Imperator. The Cardinal's charm and humor made it easy to understand why so many were drawn to him.

As the night progressed, Terzo and I ventured onto the dance floor, carried away by the infectious music. We danced and laughed, letting go of the troubles that had weighed on us earlier. For a few hours, all that mattered was the joy of the present moment.

Eventually, we found ourselves in a quieter corner of the garden, away from the pulsating music. Terzo's expression turned more serious as he gazed into my eyes. "Penny, I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens. You're a remarkable person, and you deserve all the happiness in the world."

His words touched my heart, and I felt a deep connection with him. "Thank you, Terzo. I truly appreciate your support."

He smiled warmly, and before I knew it, he leaned in, and our lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a moment filled with both longing and comfort, leaving me breathless.

As we pulled away, Terzo whispered, "Let's make tonight about us, Penny. Just us."

I nodded, feeling grateful for this unexpected connection and the chance to find solace in his presence. Tonight, surrounded by the Sister and Brothers of the ministry, I allowed myself to forget the troubles that had weighed me down and simply enjoyed the magic of the New Moon party. Terzo turned to me, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You know, Penny, this garden holds a few secrets of its own. It's a place where wishes come true under the moonlight."

I chuckled, enchanted by his words. "Is that so? What's your wish, Terzo?"

He looked at me intently, his voice soft. "My wish, Penny, is to see you smile. To see you happy."

His words warmed my heart, and in that moment, I felt a deep connection with him. Without another word, he took my hand, and we began to dance beneath the starry sky. It was a slow, dreamy dance, and I couldn't help but feel like I was in a fairy tale.

As the night continued, we shared stories and laughter, finding solace in each other's company. The troubles that had plagued us earlier seemed to vanish, and all that mattered was the present moment.

Under the enchanting spell of the New Moon and the magic of the garden, I realized that sometimes unexpected connections could provide the comfort and happiness we needed most.

As the New Moon party gradually wound down, and the first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon, Terzo and I found ourselves standing at the edge of the garden. The once lively atmosphere had mellowed into a serene and peaceful morning.

Terzo gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes reflecting the soft, golden hues of the sunrise. "Penny, it's getting late, or rather early. I should probably walk you back to your room."

I nodded, feeling a mix of reluctance and contentment. The night had been a surprising and delightful escape from reality, and I didn't want it to end. As we made our way through the quiet halls of the ministry, the weight of our individual struggles and responsibilities began to creep back into our thoughts.

Reaching my door, I turned to face Terzo, my heart heavy with the uncertainty of what the future held. "Terzo, tonight has been... incredible. You've been an unexpected source of comfort and happiness for me."

He smiled warmly, his fingers gently tracing a path along my cheek. "Penny, you deserve all the happiness in the world."

Our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, a silent promise of the connection we had forged amidst the chaos of our lives. As we pulled away, I whispered, "Goodnight, Terzo."

"Goodnight, Penny," he replied softly before disappearing down the hallway.

I entered my room, the memories of the night still fresh in my mind. It had been a night of laughter, dancing, and a connection that had surprised us both. The troubles and complications of our lives hadn't disappeared, but for a few precious hours, we had found solace in each other's presence.

As I slipped into bed, I couldn't help but smile, feeling a glimmer of hope and warmth in my heart. The unexpected friendship—or perhaps something more—that had blossomed between Terzo and me was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, moments of light and connection were still possible.

As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, the image of Terzo's mischievous twinkle and his whispered words played in her mind. She couldn't deny the attraction and the comfort she felt in his presence. But she also knew that her journey was far from over, and the choices she would make in the days to come would shape her future.

With a sigh, Penny allowed herself to surrender to sleep, her dreams filled with the echoes of the New Moon Party and the unexpected connection that had ignited amidst the moonlight and magic of the night.

[fishwithtitz]

Reblogging for a little visibility and shameless self promotion

The Five Times I Hooked Up with Mary Goore (and the One Time I Couldn’t)

Summary: Mary had a certain…reputation around town. Equal blends of obnoxious and quiet, depending on who he was around, and not afraid of stirring up a little trouble if the occasion was right. The elderly were afraid of him, children gawked at him, and the “straight-and-narrow” folks were annoyed by his antics and “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. I’d heard stories of him being kicked out of bars for all sorts of interesting behaviors and fighting mouthy assholes in alleyways. I didn’t know him well enough to know if it was purely a stage act that filtered into his interactions or if it was really who he was. Prior to tonight, I hadn’t cared enough to really think about it.

“You coming?” His voice broke me from my mental back-and-forth and I looked up at him, noticing he had walked a few steps ahead of me, his body now turned to face me with his arm motioning toward the side yard.

Fuck it, I thought, nodding my head as I jogged to catch up to him. I guess I’m spending the evening with Mary Goore.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore x OFC / 7.2k words

Warnings: language, graphic description of oral sex, mentions of animal harm (no animal harm actually occurs), recreational drug use

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Chapter One: Hook-up #1: The Rooftop

It wasn’t that I was against going to a house party. During the handful of years that I’d experienced adulthood (and some of my teenage years as well), I’d been to plenty, and I’d seen some shit that still brought smiles (and shudders) to my face. 

No, it wasn’t a feeling of disdain or a lack of desire to be at the loud, crowded ranch-style home on the rougher side of town full of ornery drunk young adults; it was that I didn’t have the social battery to play the “party game” tonight. 

Desiree had dragged me out all but against my will. (“It will be fun!” She’d said. “Come on…a couple bands are going to play!”) Although I knew she was hoping her words would act as a catalyst for my desire to attend, it only made me roll my eyes. I’d been engulfed in the local music scene for ages and it was always a toss up which type of bands you’d see playing at house parties. 

Eventually, I’d resigned to my fate after she’d both used her big brown puppy eyes (which I’d lovingly nicknamed her “Puss in Boots” tactic), and a confession that she was trying to sleep with the guy that lived there and needed a little support. “Friends don’t let friends get cockblocked,” she’d argued.  So, after an hour of preening on her end and me smelling which clothes seemed the least likely to need a wash, we’d hopped in a rideshare and headed to the party on the other side of town. 

I’d lost track of Des after about ten minutes when she’d homed in on Thomas, the illustrious party-thrower and member of her current favorite local band. I’d received a pleading look and an air kiss as she’d locked arms with him and disappeared into the crowd. I assumed this meant she was abandoning me and would make it up to me later somehow. 

Currently, I stood with my back hugging the wood-paneled wall of a sunken den with a mostly gone PBR in hand, people watching. I sighed and took the last sip from my can, cringing a bit at the warmth and watery taste that a last sip always provides, and chucked the can in a nearby overflowing trash bin. 

The den wasn’t as full as the rest of the larger rooms of the house, which is one of the reasons I chose it. A thrash metal band was playing in the partially finished basement downstairs and their sound was loud and gritty enough to pierce through the subfloor and into the main level. Despite this, a few groups of people congregated around the den in various stages of conversation and drunkenness. 

I pushed myself off the wall and hopped up the half steps to round into the kitchen with a hope that it had been long enough for Des to reappear somewhere. I was almost instantly met with a crowd of people circling around the kitchen table in an energetic game of beer pong. My eyes peered through the space between two guys cheering on the team closest to us, and I could quickly see why the game was so lively: each successful shot resulted in both a drink and the removal of an article of clothing of the opposing team. 

I glanced across the kitchen to the clock on the stove. 11:17 PM. I’d been here for almost an hour and a half already. My social battery was nearly dead at this point, so I decided to hop out to the back patio for a little reprieve. It was surprisingly empty (which I credited to the band playing and the strip pong) and I slid into a plastic deck chair before pulling my vape out of my pocket and folding my legs up to criss-cross in the seat of the chair. 

I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I leaned back and gazed at the stars from between the branches of the old trees craning over the house and yard, but it couldn’t have been that long before I heard the screen door slide open and the light clunking of boot-trodden footsteps approaching. I didn’t glance up, instead flipping the vape back and forth through my fingers as if lost in thought. 

The sound of a seemingly male voice, who I attributed to the boot-man, interrupted my calm. 

“That shit is terrible for your lungs.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “I don’t do it that often,” I replied coolly. I’d hoped to escape conversation for a while by coming outside and I wasn’t all that interested in small talk. 

I glanced over to see the person who’d spoken to me and was met with a smirk and shrug from a mystery man. Golden brown hair hung down past his shoulders and onto his back, framing his angular face. His cheeks looked ashen - almost as if dark makeup had been wiped off - and he held a beer bottle in hand as he leaned against the railing of the old wood porch. His eyes didn’t falter and I searched to see if I recognized them. Were they green? Hazel? I couldn’t quite tell in the darkness of the patio and I surely didn’t know who he was.

Breaking our stare, and in a slight act of defiance, I took a long pull from my vape pen. The bitter, smooth taste of THC danced down my throat and filled my lungs. I exhaled the skunky-smelling vapor, trying to politely aim towards the other side of the patio, and immediately started to cough. Hard. 

“Oh shit, I didn't know that’s what you were doing,” the guy said with a look of surprise and a small laugh. I wanted to retort with something snarky (“What else would I be doing out here?”), but when I tried to form the words, I was overcome by continuous strings of deep coughs and wheezes as I tried to intake air. 

“Here.” He took a step closer and held out his beer to me. I furrowed my brow, my arm still covering my mouth as I shook through my coughing fit, but ultimately accepted it with a slight nod. The beer was cool on my throat and helped to soothe the self-inflicted soreness. I only needed a couple of small swigs before my breathing seemed back to normal and I could hand him back the bottle. 

“Thanks, um—...” I paused, looking him over in search of his name. 

“Mary,” he finished for me, accepting the beer back, “Mary Goore.”

“Dahlia,” I offered back, earning a tip of his bottle in reply. 

Now that I’d fumbled my way through breaking the ice, I couldn’t help but sneak a better look at him. He was surely taller than me. His frame appeared lean and muscular from what I could see underneath his leather battle jacket and tight black jeans. My suspicions about the shoes were also confirmed. He was wearing a pair of black combat boots that matched the sound of his clunking footsteps. 

“I don't think I've seen you around before,” he said after a beat, breaking me from my obvious study of his appearance. I looked away and took a much smaller drag from my vape pen. 

“I'm here with a friend. Or, well, I was.” I licked my lips, eyes cast through the screen door as I gazed at the busy kitchen, “I kind of lost track of her.”

“She ditched you? That's kind of shitty,” he replied.

I turned to look at him again and was met with those piercing eyes. Green I decided. Definitely dark green. Mossy. “I'm pretty sure she's off with Thomas. Somewhere.” I motioned my hand haphazardly in the air. “I don't know. It’s been over an hour since I’ve seen her.”

He chuckled at this and took another pull from his bottle. “Yeah, if she’s with Tommy, I wouldn’t expect to see her for a while.” He paused and looked towards the direction of the screen door before looking back at me again. “You not into beer pong?”

I shrugged and looked in at the kitchen again. “Bad aim.” He nodded and at this point I noticed that the girls on the losing team were nearly nude, only wearing their bras and panties, while the guys on the opposing team had only lost their shirts. “I also don’t feel like taking my clothes off.”

A smile graced his lips at my words. “So, you won't be following in your friend's footsteps then?”

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks at his innuendo and I looked away to hide my embarrassment. It wasn’t that I was against casual sex. I wasn’t prude, per say, but the idea of talking about it openly and alone with a stranger made me a little uncomfortable. 

“Sometimes, I just need a break from the crowd. The noise and the...feeling of so many people around me—… It's nice to be somewhere a little more open and calm,” I said softly.

I exactly don’t know why I said it — I didn’t owe Mary an explanation and I certainly didn’t need to get personal with him. I suppose I was trying to steer the conversation away from my best friend’s hookup and the raunchy game happening inside.

Mary let out a chuckle at this admission and my brows furrowed defensively. “What?” I asked. 

He shook his head a little and the light pouring through the screen door to the kitchen illuminated his face, showing that the corners of his mouth were tugged in an amused smirk. “You crave calm, yet you come to a house party?” I felt myself bristle a little at this. “You’re interesting, Dahlia.”

He cast me a smile that was equal parts cocky and warm, and god, there were those eyes again staring right at me. I shook the thought from my head. 

“Why are you out here, then?” I asked in a defensive retort.

Mary shrugged again, nonchalant as ever, and took another sip of his nearly empty beer. “Lost a bet,”  he answered. 

I felt my heart drop as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Was he out here talking to me because of some stupid punishment for losing to his friends? ‘Go talk to the weird chick sitting by herself outside’? He must have noticed my reaction, because he quickly interjected. “—Not like that! I'm avoiding the guy I owe $20.” 

“Oh, so you're nosy and you're a sore loser,” I shot back in jest, turning my body in my chair to face him a little better. 

Mary rolled his eyes. “No, he's just an asshole and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of winning.”

I laughed a little at his response. “Arrogant, too.” I quipped. This earned me another cheeky smile. I felt the corner of my lips tug down in my own slight smirk and started to flip the vape pen between my fingers again. 

“You gonna share that?” Mary motioned to the vape, his eyebrow slightly raised in question. 

“I thought this shit was bad for your lungs?” I snapped back his own words quickly, a grin plastered to my cheeks. 

This earned me a laugh from Mary, warm and genuine, and he raised his hands up to his chest in defeat. “To be fair, I didn’t know you had weed. That changes things.”

I leaned forward in my chair, almost falling out as I passed the vape pen over to him. He raised the pen to his lips and I watched as they pursed around the mouthpiece. Before I could realize it, I found myself thinking about the fullness of his lips and the slant of his jaw as he took an expert pull. I sucked my own lips into my mouth slightly in response, trying to will-down the fluttering in my gut. He exhaled slowly and passed the pen back to me.

His eyes zeroed in on my form. I realized that I had probably been caught watching, and in a last ditch effort to hide the obvious expression on my face, I rolled my eyes. “Show off,” I said. 

Mary simply grinned proudly in response. Although I didn’t really know him, I can’t say I was surprised at his cockiness. We sat in silence for a few moments (which was weirdly not uncomfortable), and I leaned back once more in my chair to study the pin-pricked stars in the inky sky. It was only getting later, and the likelihood of me meeting back up with Des was slim. After a handful of minutes, I slipped my vape pen back in my pocket and began to zip up my jacket, standing up to stretch out my tired limbs. 

“You off?” Mary asked, breaking the calm quiet. He had since moved to sit in the other vacant chair just next to his spot on the railing, and one of his legs was folded up to rest along his other as he reclined in the plastic seat. I allowed my eyes to travel the expanse of his body, noting the well-worn band tee logo hidden underneath the patch-strewn jacket, as well as the holes and rips dotting the length of his pants. 

I mentally shook myself from my glance and put my hands in my pockets. I was staring again. “Yeah, I don't see Des returning anytime soon and I really don't feel like trying to buy my way into a crowd right now,” I began to rock back and forth on my heels as I studied my shoes. 

The sound of glass hitting something hard broke my focus and I jumped. Mary had thrown his bottle into the trash can across the patio and was standing up from his seat. When I looked up at him, he had a coy smile on his face. He must have seen me react to the noise. “Let’s get out of here, then,” he reasoned, walking over towards me. 

“Let's?...as in you and me?” I asked, eyebrow slightly cocked. 

He shrugged his shoulders and his hands found his own jean pockets. “Yeah, why not?”

I paused. 

It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever heard about Mary Goore before. On the contrary, I had heard many stories about him through the grapevine. We were both active in our local music scene - him, as a musician, and me, as a spectator - and hung out in some of the same circles. I’m sure I’d seen his band play at least once or twice at some point and I’d noticed him at various gigs and bars around town. I’d never met him before, though — his vibe was a bit too forward and intimidating for me to approach him in the past. 

Mary had a certain…reputation around town. Equal blends of obnoxious and quiet, depending on who he was around, and not afraid of stirring up a little trouble if the occasion was right. The elderly were afraid of him, children gawked at him, and the “straight-and-narrow” folks were annoyed by his antics and “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. I’d heard stories of him being kicked out of bars for all sorts of interesting behaviors and fighting mouthy assholes in alleyways. I didn’t know him well enough to know if it was purely a stage act that filtered into his interactions or if it was really who he was. Prior to tonight, I hadn’t cared enough to really think about it. 

Why did he want to spend time with me, of all people? There was an entire house full of partiers he likely knew and got along with. Plus, the now nude girls at the beer pong table were definitely a more enticing choice than a quiet girl getting high on the patio while she waited for her friend, the social lubricator. 

“You coming?” His voice broke me from my mental back-and-forth and I looked up at him, noticing he had walked a few steps ahead of me, his body now turned to face me with his arm motioning toward the side yard. 

Fuck it, I thought, nodding my head as I jogged to catch up to him. I guess I’m spending the evening with Mary Goore. 

🜏🜏🜏

Mary had led me through to the front yard of the house with ease before sidling up to the sidewalk towards the more urban part of town. I followed next to him and matched his pace, hands in my pockets as I looked around at the dark street. We were mostly quiet as we walked, which I didn’t mind. Maybe he reasoned that I didn’t want to engage in small talk since I’d purposefully separated myself from the party crowd, or maybe he was content to just walk. I wasn’t sure but was grateful nonetheless. 

We ended up at a 24-hour convenience store a few blocks from Thomas’ house. Mary motioned towards the door as if asking nonverbally if I wanted to come in, but I shook my head, holding up my vape pen to tell him that I was fine outside while he did whatever he’d planned on doing. 

It wasn’t a long wait, probably five or ten minutes, and I’d had enough time to take a few more hits of my vape pen to calm my nerves. My anxiety had started to bloom in my chest. I didn’t know Mary and I was alone with him, in the dark, walking around an area of town I wasn’t familiar with. I had made sure to ping Des with my location, sending a simple text of “left for a walk, be home later” (though I doubted she was in any position to check her phone). 

Mary emerged from the gas station with an armful of snacks and a brown bag stuffed with…something. I shook my head in disbelief and pocketed the vape pen again as I followed him down another unknown street. 

“Here, put these in your pockets since you have so many of them—” Mary grabbed a couple of small bags of chips from the arm holding them and held them out to me before stopping and turning to face me, “—why the fuck are you wearing cargo pants?”

My eyes widened in defensive disbelief. “I like them!”

He laughed and cocked a brow at me. “Is that like a...scouts thing? You one of those doomsday preppers or secret militiamen?” I could feel the snark dripping from his tone. He was enjoying this. 

“They're literally just pants! They're comfy and they're cute and I—” I sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose, “I do not have to explain this to you.”

Mary pushed the bags of chips into my chest playfully and I quickly struggled to grab onto them. Dropping them would be the icing on the shit cake of embarrassment. 

“...you didn't steal these, did you?” I asked as I eyed him cautiously. 

Mary, who had begun walking again, turned his head to look at me with a glance of disbelief, surprise, and possibly a tinge of irritation. I felt my heart sink a little with guilt and I let out another defeated noise. 

“Fine. I'm only doing this because I feel like I owe you,” I grumbled, stuffing the small chip bags into my cargo pockets. 

“Scouts honor?”

“Fuck off, Goore.”

We walked down a winding sidewalk, the street completely empty and illuminated eerily with various old street lamps, some flickering in exhaustion. It had grown quiet again (except for the shaking, crunching noise of the chips in my pockets) and this time I felt like I had to break the dead air. 

“Where are you taking me?” I asked quietly. 

He didn’t turn to address me. “Somewhere quiet and calm. Just like you wanted.”

I felt that familiar heat rising to my cheeks and my momentary anxiety cooled. “Thanks,” I eventually replied. 

“Don't mention it,” he said with a slight smile, before his expression changed to one of seriousness, “Really, don't mention it. I have a reputation to uphold.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I've heard. Did you really microwave a cat?”

Mary suddenly stopped in front of me and turned around, causing me to nearly run smack-dab into his chest. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed with furrowed brows. “I might be an asshole, but I don't fuck with animals. That shit is psycho.” He shook his head and pointed to one of my pockets, the one holding the vape, and I took this as his way of asking for it without really asking. I handed it to him and we started walking again. After a long drag, he looked over at me, our paces now matched, and exhaled with a lewd smile. “The only pussy I eat is in between the woman’s legs that are squeezing my head.” 

I cleared my throat to hide my noise of surprise at his boldness. It didn’t work and he laughed at the stunned expression on my face. 

“So, um, what’s in the brown bag?” I asked, changing the subject. 

“A forty. And shaved ice.” Mary handed me back the pen and motioned to the left before turning down another quiet street. I looked at him curiously. “Come on, we're almost there.”

Mary started to jog off the path through some bushes that lined the sidewalk and I scurried to keep up with him. It was almost comical watching his lean body try to move quickly without dropping his bounty and I had to hold back a snort. He led us through a bank of trees and through some overgrown grass (during which I made sure to threaten that if I got a tick I would beat his ass) before stopping in front of a small building. 

It was an old, abandoned warehouse that sat just off the main road. The structure was all cement and brick with worn shingles and overgrown vines, but in the starlight, it looked oddly beautiful. 

Mary walked up to the side of the structure and pushed some tree starts to the side, revealing an old ladder that had been purposefully tucked away. “I was hoping this would still be here,” he breathed out as he pulled it to the side and repositioned it against the cracked facade of the building, wiggling it a little to test its sturdiness. “Come on.”

Mary took the paper bag he’d been carrying and gripped it between his teeth as he climbed up the rickety ladder. I hesitantly followed, bouncing a little on the bottom step to make sure it wouldn’t break under my weight, and eventually hoisted myself onto the dirty, rough shingles of the building’s roof. Mary held his hand out to help me find my footing, and we walked over to what looked like the most stable area of the top of the graffitied building. 

We sat down beside one another and Mary started arranging his goodies. I, on the other hand, leaned back, my hands stabilizing behind me with knees bent so that I could glance up at the night sky. The moon was visible and constellations dotted the great expanse above us. Everything was much more visible from our elevated position. Sounds of crickets and a faraway frog teetered through the air. He was right —  this was much more peaceful than the party. I could feel a smile creep onto my face again at his thoughtfulness.

“So, tell me how come I haven’t seen you around before?” Mary started as he spread his legs out in a v-shape against the tiles of the roof. 

“You probably have and just haven’t noticed. I’ve seen you a couple of times at bars and stuff.” I played with the zipper on one of my pants pockets and tried to sound as neutral as possible. I didn’t want to give the impression that I cared that he didn’t know who I was…even if that wasn’t necessarily true. 

“Shit, sorry,” Mary awkwardly laughed and shot me an apologetic smile.  

I returned it warmly. “It’s fine. I don’t have much of a memorable face…or presence for that matter. I’ve come to accept that.”

“I’m guessing you’re into the music scene? Or is that just your friend?” Mary opened up the brown paper bag and took out the forty and a lidded double cup of shaved ice. I watched as he unsheathed the second cup and distributed the now sloshing ice between both cups, before cracking open the beer to pour into both of them. 

“I dabble,” I passed him a small grin and accepted the cup with a silent nod, “I’m not as active as I used to be. Life and…stupid shit got in the way.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and looked down at the icy mess in the cup.

“Boyfriend?” Mary questioned. 

I nodded. “Ex.”

“Ahh. Someone I know?” he asked as he took a swig of his drink.

“Brody Gillings.”

Mary immediately sputtered out the beer concoction and laughed loudly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his leather jacket sleeve. “You dated that tool? Oh fuck, that’s funny. I’m so sorry.”

I watched him as he shook his head, still laughing, and rolled my eyes in response. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, get it out,” I paused and took a sip of my own drink.The taste of hoppy beer had been muddled down with water and gritty ice and I couldn’t help the disgusted look that painted my face. “Jesus, Mary, this is awful,” I choked out.

Mary returned the chuckle and to my surprise, he looked down at his own cup sheepishly. “Yeah, beer slushies sounded like a good idea in my mind, but come to think of it, I’ve never put ice in my beer. Shit’s watery as fuck.”

I shot him an apologetic glance before allowing a beat of silence to overtake the rooftop. I found myself speaking before I even realized it was my voice that cut through the air. “It…wasn’t always bad. He was charming for a while. Introduced me to a few black metal bands that I like.” I let out another small breath and licked my lips as I picked at a stray thread on the fabric of my pants. “Everyone makes mistakes,” I looked up at him, a resigned tug at my lips, “Mine just lasted a couple years too long.”

Despite how awful they tasted, Mary gulped down a chunk of his homemade icee with a nod. “Didn’t he move to Milwaukee to join some up-and-coming band or some shit?”

This time, it was me that choked out a surprised laugh. “Is that what he told people?!” I shook my head and scoffed. “Makes sense. He’s all about appearances.” 

It was true - my ex had been the kind of person who reveled in his reputation in town. The big, bad bassist that could break necks and down more shots than the whole bartop combined. I turned my head to look over at Mary. “He moved to Florida to take care of his grandma. She’s close to death and he’s itching to be written into the will.”

He raised his eyebrows in retort. “Wow, he just keeps getting shittier.”

“Seems to be the running theme with Brody.”

As time wore on, we filled the night air with pleasant and comfortable conversation, Mary sharing about the bands he’d played in and his current band, Repugnant, which were trying to set up a small coastal tour.  I shared a little about my job and my friendship with Desiree, and we sipped our beer slushies until they were mostly gone and had became more water than beer. 

Talking with Mary seemed natural. It came easily. Despite not truly knowing who he was as a person, I spoke with him like he was an old friend. I didn’t feel an air of judgment with what I chose to share with him, and he seemed appreciative that I wanted to know more about the things he enjoyed. Specifically, his music. 

After a while, my head was feeling a little fuzzy from the weed and the beer and I allowed my eyes to close as I relaxed against the scratchy shingles. As the sound of a nearby bird cooed in the distance, Mary reached over and surprised me by looping a licorice rope around my neck. Where he had kept it during our walk over, I had no idea. 

“A licorice rope? I haven't had one of these since I was like...eleven.” I reached up and pulled the rope down to remove the wrapper before biting off a small piece. 

I looked over at the gutter punk beside me to see him tying his own rope in knots, having already removed and discarded the entirety of the wrapper onto the ground below us. 

“Their R&D is genius,” he started, hands working the candy into an intricate knot, “They're like a gateway to BDSM. Perfect for preteens who like pre-bondage.”

I felt myself choke on my bite of licorice and I let out an incredulous laugh. “Mary! I'm pretty sure that's not what these were designed for.”

He paused his tying and looked over at me with another one of his trademark smirks. “Are you saying you're not into bondage? No surprises for me in those cargo pants?”

I felt my cheeks flush and I took another bite to hide my embarrassment. “I am not answering that question.”

This seemed to amuse him, but he let it go when he saw my bashful response, quickly changing the subject. “Hey - chips,” he snapped playfully, hands reaching out in a grabby motion. I unzipped the pockets of my pants and threw the chip bags at him. Annoyingly, he caught the bags without hesitation and ripped open a bag of Lays, quickly shoving a chip into his mouth. 

I tossed him a look. 

“I know it's not microwaved cat, but—”

“— it's no pussy either,” he interrupted, mouth full of chips as he chewed. 

“You're really obsessed with that, aren't you?” I leaned toward him, a hand on my hip as if to teasingly scold him.

He beamed beside me. “Who wouldn't be? There is no better feeling than having your face between some chick's thighs....”

This time, the silence between us was notable. I looked down and bit my lip, not exactly knowing what to say in response. Mary was so nonchalant, so chill yet matter-of-fact in talking about his experiences. It was something I envied. 

He must have caught on to my nervous aura because he set the bag of chips down and rotated his whole body to face me. His eyebrows raised in shock. “...wait, seriously?! You've never—”

“—I've never been with someone that liked it!” I spat out, heat flushing my face as I looked away in mortification. 

“Damn, Brody really was a dickhead. I guess that shouldn't shock me.”

I released a deep breath of resignation and reached up to rub my palms against my eyes, pushing away the burgundy locks that had fallen into my face. “He wasn't the kind of guy who cared about how I felt….in a lot of ways, actually,” I admitted. I could feel Mary’s eyes on me —  studying me — and I avoided them like the plague. 

“...And other guys? Before? They didn't go down on you?” He sounded confused.

I paused. I’m pretty sure I audibly gulped, but my heart was racing so fast that I didn’t really know what was happening. I fiddled with the thread between my fingers, twisting it as I tried to figure out how to respond. "I never reall— what are you doing?!"

My words were interrupted because Mary had shifted from beside me and was crawling over my outstretched leg, settling in between my knees to face me straight on. He was only a few feet from the edge of the roof. “Mary, what the hell? You’re going to fall!”

He ignored my protests. “I'm showing you what you're missing out on,” He said as he saddled himself in between my legs. His eyes flickered up to mine and god damn it, the green hue was almost glowing in the moonlight. He licked his lips and continued. “I'm not gonna let you go through life without experiencing this at least once.” 

He can’t be serious. I chuckled nervously and shook my head. “No, Mary, it's okay, really, you don't have to,” I said, but my words were clearly said in vain. His hands were already resting on the green fabric covering my knees. His grip was soft yet firm, and I felt a lump form in my stomach. 

“I know, I want to,” he grinned, then quickly added, “Platonic head. Just two people enjoying themselves.” Mary raised one hand to his temple and gave me a two finger salute, a mock look of seriousness on his face. “Scouts honor.”

“Fuck you,” I laughed out at his jab. Despite the situation, I felt myself relax a little under his touch. He looked at me lecherously. 

“Maybe if you play your cards right.” He winked at me and sat back on his knees, his hands beginning to brush up my thighs as if to ask silent permission to continue. I swallowed roughly and looked down at his fingertips as they moved across the inseam of my pants and up to the button at my waist. 

I lifted my hips up towards him as his hand ghosted over the button at my waist. He effortlessly popped the button through its closure and slipped both hands under the waistband before pulling the pants down my legs. I silently thanked myself for deciding to shave my legs in the shower this morning as the fabric slid down my calves before being kicked off to the side. I was left in my jacket, tank top, and luckily, a cute pair of lacy black cheeky panties that I had thrown on quickly before we left for the party.

Mary moved a little closer, leaning in as he ran his palms up and down my inner thighs. My skin was pale - maybe even more so in the moonlight - and his hands felt electric with every stroke. I leaned back on my elbows and looked at him through anxious eyes. His long hair hung in strands that perfectly framed his face and at that moment, I noticed just how attractive Mary was. His features were nearly chiseled and masculine, yet his movements were fluid, confident, and soft, almost like he was afraid to break me. 

“Damn, your skin is so soft,” he muttered out, more to himself than anyone else, and he leaned down to press his lips against my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath as I felt him kissing along the sensitive skin there. He was dangerously close to my core and I suddenly was feeling self-conscious at having a person I had just barely met touch me so intimately.

Mary must have sensed my apprehension, because he looked up at me with kind eyes, lips still pressing against my leg. “Relax,” he breathed out, his thumbs rubbing circles against my skin, “You deserve to feel good.” I nodded and let out another relaxing breath, eyes closing as I tilted my head back slightly towards the sky. 

Had someone told me yesterday that Mary Goore would be eating me out on an abandoned warehouse rooftop, acting completely romantic and sweet and selfless, I would have told them they were fucking high. Yet, after talking with Mary all evening, I realized just how gentle he was. How he’d taken the time to get to know me, to ask about my past, to insinuate that I deserved better than aggressive assholes that used metal music as an excuse to antagonize women. I also realized that I was just as bad as the people that looked down at him for the clothing he wore or the music he played. I’d decided to let my assumptions cloud my interpretation of someone I didn’t even know.

His mouth moved closer and broke me from my rabbithole, his teeth grazing against the curve where my leg met my groin, and he brushed his cheek against the fabric of my panties. I felt myself biting down softly on my lip, fingertips pressed into the textured rooftop, and my hips moved just barely at the contact. He chuckled and brought his hands to rest against my hip bones, fingers sliding under the band of my underwear as he pressed a kiss to my mound. Without another word, he slid my panties off and down my thighs before pocketing them. I’m sure he’d hoped I wouldn’t notice and I made a mental note to confront him later about it.

I lay bare in front of him, half naked against the quiet slate, our only neighbors being the surrounding wildlife and the glowing stars above. Mary pressed another kiss to the bare skin of my pussy before wrapping his arms around my thighs and gently pulling me closer to his mouth. I could feel his breath fanning over me and it felt chilly against the wetness that was now gathering at my center. 

He was still for a moment, our breath the only sound punctuating the night, before I felt him lick a stripe up my slit, barely touching my clit before pulling away. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan and reached up to cover my mouth in surprise. I felt him laugh against my thigh. 

“Be as loud as you want, dollface. There’s no one around for blocks.”

I nearly felt myself puddle at the nickname and before I could respond, he was licking against my folds again, fingertips gripping tightly against my thighs. I opened my eyes and looked down, raking in a breath at the sight of the emerald-eyed man between my legs. His gaze was trained on my expression and his tongue was now moving up and down teasingly, trying to get a reaction from me as we locked onto each other. 

Mary moved his tongue up to my clit and massaged it lightly before wrapping his lips around it and sucking down harshly. I arched my back helplessly and let out a loud moan in response, my thighs beginning to squeeze against the sides of his head. My actions earned me a lustful groan in reciprocation. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured against my skin, kissing my labia before diving in to sloppily lick around my clit, pointing his tongue as he flicked it rhythmically. The motions sent shockwaves to my center and I all but crumbled.

“Oh god, Mary,” I said breathlessly, laying down completely as if to surrender to his ministrations. Had I not been so distracted by his movements, I’d likely have felt his cheeky smile against my core. He knew he was good at what he did and he got off on these reactions. Now that I had a taste of what it felt like to have him between my legs, I was more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted.

The weed was really starting to take effect and my limbs started to feel tingly and heavy. I let myself relax into the roof and against Mary, no longer caring about the tiny noises he was working from me with each movement of his mouth. One of his hands left its place on my quad and snaked between us before barely brushing against my entrance. He gathered the slick there and without warning, he pushed inside of me gently, his tongue lapping from his finger up to my sensitive nub.

Mary started to pump inside of me before adding another, the angle shifting before he hit the spot that had me seeing explosions of light dancing in my vision. I buckled my hips up into his face and he moaned lewdly, rubbing his fingertips against my g-spot as he licked and sucked at my core. With each ministration, each caress of his tongue, I felt the tingling deep in my abdomen building and my knees shaking. 

“R-right— fuck, right there,” I whimpered out, my pelvis rocking against his movements. I felt my legs tighten against his head again and without thinking, I reached down to card my fingers through his long, caramel locks, gripping onto them as I guided his head against me. “Don’t stop,” I choked out in an almost sob. I was close and he could tell, because he sped up, increasing the pressure of his tongue as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. 

Mary let out another intoxicatingly attractive groan at my words. “You gonna cum on my tongue, kitten?” he all but growled against my folds. I was so close that I could feel myself dripping onto him and I nodded fervently. “Mmph, good girl. Come for me,” he purred, his tongue circling around my clit before clamping down and sucking hard. 

I completely lost it at that moment. My thighs trembled as I felt the tightness in my abdomen snap, flooding waves of intense pleasure and electric heat throughout my core and into each cell of my body. My grip on his hair tightened and I let out a near-scream of ecstasy as I came undone around his eager tongue. 

Mary continued to work me through my release, his forest-colored eyes watching my every expression as he kissed and sucked at my wet heat. He only stopped when I felt overstimulation take root and pushed lightly at his cheek to signal that it was too much. 

Mary ran his tongue along my slit once more, gathering up my cum with a lascivious gleam in his eyes before releasing his grip on my legs and sitting back. My head had since dropped back against the cool shingles and I was nearly panting, my whole body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. 

“Holy shit,” I breathed out after a beat, a broad smile tugging at my face as I brushed some of my long, dark red strands from my face. I took a moment to look down at the pleased punk in front of me and watched as he dipped the fingers that had been inside of me into his own mouth, cleaning them off with an obscene slurp. Heat panged at my stomach again and I nearly came from watching him. Fuck, he was hot.

“You taste incredible,” he said before wiping my slick from his mouth and chin, a seductively satisfied grin on his face. I felt myself flush at his words and I let out a bashful giggle, licking my lips as I watched him relax back on his knees. 

“So,” he asked after a minute, reaching out to stroke the pads of his fingers up and down the delicate flesh of my thighs, “Was I right? Nothing better, huh?” He stared at me with lust-blown pupils. 

I sat up slightly to face him and sucked my lips into my mouth briefly to attempt to hide my resigned smirk. Reaching up, I threaded my hands through his messy hair, the pad of my thumb rubbing sweetly against the angle of his jawbone. I guess it wouldn’t kill me to give him a tiny victory.

“Shut up, Goore.”