#the band ghost writers

[copiousloverofcopia]

The Copia I love reading about is how he's portrayed as odd, quiet, nervous...finally getting the chance to bed a sister of sin, only to ask afterwards shyly "was....was that good?". Dude....she can't catch her breath, her ears popped twice from the strength of her orgasms, and she can smell colors now....OBVIOUSLY! Turns out he's some sort of sex God with a magic dick.🤣

Lol sooooo I did a thing. I also made Copia a virgin in this so it's an even bigger 😳

Anyways ghestie here you go.

Okie Dokie

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW beneath the cut

Copia took in a cleansing deep breath, his palms clammy beneath the leather of his embellished gloves. The Cardinal stood alone in his office. The day was winding down into night and there was no more paperwork that couldn't wait until tomorrow. It's time, he thought, staring at himself in the full length mirror–practicing what he would say. He adjusted his biretta and fastened his pellegrina, the diamond encrusted grucifix sprayed proudly across his chest prepared to be on his way. Tonight was the night he would tell you. 

He had a noted pep in his step as he passed the siblings as they loitered in the hallways. A warm smile worn well on his face, only the hint of unease in his demeanor as he made his way to the chapel. His footfalls echoed off the marble floor as he stopped just outside the chapel.

This was your meeting spot. A public space as to not lead you both to temptation. Copia was always careful to not be perceived as pushy or too forward in your quiet romance. Leaving both of you on edge, constantly wanting more, but neither making the first move. 

You still found it romantic however, the hours spent under the cathedral ceilings painted a rich shade of blue—mimicking the night sky. It was wondrous to behold and coupled with the warm glow of the candles that would embrace you, the perfect setting—if only he’d make a move. 

You turned towards the noise, met with the sight of your sweet awkward Cardinal closing up the doors behind him. Your heart began to pound in your chest. There was something about him that, despite what others said about his nervous disposition and “rat-like” appearance, made you ache inside. You watched, a smile on your face as Copia made his way down the nave. 

You stood up to greet him. Breath held within your chest as he walked toward you, his eyes still on his feet. When he finally looked up at you he smiled, shaking his head. “Oh no amore, please don’t stand on my account.” he insisted, motioning for you to be seated. 

Copia made the Sign of Sin, as he slipped into the pew beside you. A traditional self blessing and blasphemous display, as an affront to God, in respect of his Infernal Majesty. The sign itself, sending your eyes straight to the Cardinal’s groin, inspiring lascivious imagery and making your cheeks ignite.

“Ahem…So why did you ask me here?” you inquired, clearing your throat as you shifted in your seat. Copia placed his hand tenderly atop of your thigh, instantly heat began coursing through you. You were almost embarrassed at just how flustered you became at a mere touch. 

“You see…I have been thinking cara mia. I have been thinking that we should…um…that we should—”

“Should what C? Just spit it out already?" You laughed.

“That we should c-commit ourselves to sin. To …ah…you know to um…consummate our devotion in his name.” Copia confessed, pulling the biretta from his head. He fidgeted with it in his lap, patiently waiting to hear what you'd have to say. At first you were unsure you’d heard him right. Both of you had been careful to not discuss this particular subject, straying far away from anything that may lead to its implication. 

Now here he was telling you it was his deepest desire, his wish for you both to become one. Your heart pumped hard, so hard you felt it might break free of your chest. Your would-be lover's words made your blood rush, flooding your entire body, and culminating in the growing ache between your thighs. 

“Oh…that.” You said, the words choked as you tried to speak them, your mouth dry and voice shaky.

“Sí…I…I have thought a lot about it…uh…in the past few weeks and well—I would like to try.” Copia explained, his eyes meeting with yours. The impact of his captivating and mismatched gaze, parting your lips and creating a throb felt between your legs. 

“Are you sure, I mean I know that this will…would be your first–”

“I…think…no I know. I am sure. I can’t promise I will be any good amore, but I know that I want to be with you—in all ways. And this—this is something I truly desire. As a matter of fact. I–I have never wanted anything more.” He vowed, his hands taking hold of yours. Copia ran his thumb against the back of your hand, a soft and intimate gesture that only served to impassion you more.

“Ok.” You said, the only word you were able to form from your lips. Copia's eyes stared into you, growing hungry with each passing second. He removed his gloves, placing them beside you on the old wood pew, as he drew forth another smile. Suddenly he brought his mouth to yours, your face cradled within his hand, as he pressed his soft lips onto yours. A rush sent through you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and dancing with yours as if he had done it a million times before.     

You lost yourself almost instantly, the moment both of you had secretly been waiting for was upon you. Now you struggled to hold in the moaning that so desperately wanted to leave your lips. Feeling his bare hand slide up under your habit made you breathless and trembling. Copia and you both moaning, fully unable to hold back as his fingertips met with the wet fabric of your panties.

“Oh amore, I want you. Por favore…Touch me.” he begged, lifting his hips up to send your attention to the swell of his cock below his cassock. 

“Oh C!” You moaned, running your hand along on the rigid thick bulge of his pants.Your eyes widened, he was surprisingly well endowed. Your cunt aching so badly with the knowledge that you longed to have him inside you even more. 

“Il tuo tocco è inebriante. Oh cazzo spero di poter durare.” Copia mewled, biting down on his lower lip as he slid his fingers past your panties, slipping carefully to meet with the full wetness of your folds. The silky flesh, plump with blood and need, making his cock pulse as he pushed his fingers deep inside. You both moaned once more, Copia stroking you and pressing into your aching cunt with full fervor. You felt yourself gripping the edge of the pew, Your nails digging into the wood as your hips rose up on Copia's hand.

“Amore, I want to be inside you. I need you now please.” Copia whined, unable to stand how good your pussy felt on his fingers. There was no need to rest on ceremony, he couldn’t hold off any longer. 

“Take me C, show me how devoted you are to the sin of lust. To our dark God.” You replied, where those particular words had come from you didn't know, as he pulled his fingers from you. The Cardinal dropped his pants and undid his excessive buttons on his cassock. Rushing to get at his heavy, leaking cock as you wiggled out of your panties and leaned over the back of the pew. He pulled up your habit, bent over and ready as you revealed your dripping folds to him. 

"Oh sweet Lucifer." Copia said, sucking in his lower lip as he stared at you. “Are you ready cara?” his words, even more strained and overcome with the impulse to fill you.

“Yes! C, please I’m yours!” You cried, looking over your shoulder as you raised up your ass before him, an offering fit for Asmodeus himself. Copia licked his lips, his eyes never leaving your body, as he rubbed his cock through your folds. Once he gathered enough of your slick, the head of his pulsing red cock pushed through and  he buried it deep inside you.

“Mmmm…cazzo amore, you feel so good.” Copia groaned, sucking in air through his clenched teeth as he spread you out inside. Thrusting and pumping his hard cock into your warm cunt. You pushed yourself back on to him, allowing him in deeper. He grabbed hold of your thighs, steadying you as he fucked you right there in the chapel. Both of you too overcome with the heated sensations, of him sliding in and out, to care about being caught. 

The girth of his cock filled you so tightly. The pressure against your every bundle of nerves, setting you aflame. The way he moved, the feeling of him inside…it was so salacious and unlike anything you'd experienced before. You wondered how the two of you were ever able to abstain before. 

Copia pulled you up a bit, your hands still holding on the back of the pew for dear life, as he re-positioned you. “C? Ahhh AHHH!” You screamed, as this new position had him hitting you in just the right spot. Your body, clenching down around his cock and holding tight to him with his every movement.

“I want to be deeper inside you, feel every part of you." Copia panted as he rolled back your hips. The tip of his cock was pressing hard against your ribbed flesh with each thrust. The spot before only you managed to find, somehow the virginal Cardinal had found it within moments. The way it felt to have his cock rubbing you there sent you floating, your soul transcending your body.

You came hard, seizing down on him. Tasting the colors as they flashed by—painted on your eyelids held closed tight. Your mind, completely awash in the sensations felt between you. The rat man had surpassed all expectations sending you to the heights of passion and lust never before imagined. 

With each passing moment, things only deepened in intensity. Both of you, clambering for air and struggling to maintain your grip. Quickly losing the strength to keep going but still needing to meet that extremely satisfying and fulfilling end. Copia continued to pump himself into you, the drops of sweat felt as they rolled down the small of your backs.

“Mmm… How? C?” you asked, breathless. Your words,  almost incomprehensible as Copia smiled. He pressed his lips to your shoulder and he pounded himself even deeper. 

“You bring out the beast in me. I need to fill you. Por favore allow me to cum…I don’t think I can hold it any more.” he growled, his grip tightening as he dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass. Copia losing his coordination with each subsequent thrust, ever so close to letting go.

“Cum C! Make me cum again for you!” You screamed. All of a sudden Copia pulled out from you, the sudden shock the loss of his width inside you short lived as he whipped you around to sit on his lap. You sunk back down on his cock, this time facing him. It was even more intimate and intense, his eyes locked with yours as he began to thrust up inside you, rubbing your clit with his fingers.

Your mouth fell open with his gentle touch. Copia taking his time as you rode him, holding you to slow you down. Both of you delighting in the feeling of you rocking your hips as you slid up and down on his hard shaft. 

“Ah…mmm...you feel so good amore. I—I'm cumming, now cum for me!” Copia's words acting as a command, feeling his cock swell inside you. Pressing just enough more to send you over. You saw sparkles in your vision as you felt him begin to cum, the hot ropes of his seed pouring deep inside you. Your cunt squeezing him tightly as he tried to keep moving. 

You both let out a final yowl as you road out the fall from your heights of pleasure. When it was all said and done you collapsed into Copia's arms. Sweaty and satisfied, a wide smile pressed on your face. Never before had  felt this way and you suddenly wondered where this sweet dorky man had been hiding all this animalistic lust. 

Copia broke the quiet come between the two of you as he spoke. “Did…did I do alright?” he asked, his face still flush from release. You looked at him in pure disbelief. Surely this wasn’t a serious question. Was it?

“I don’t want to sound like im being disingenuous or like im making stuff up…” you began swallowing back as you prepared yourself to answer, “C…I—I saw the end of the universe with that orgasm.” you confessed. You felt the words may sound silly but your satisfied, yet sore body was a testament to their truth. The cosmos had opened up to you with his touch. The pleasure he made you feel renewed your soul in ways that only Lucifer himself would be able to put into words, words beyond what you could muster. 

“Okie dokie. Thats good then?” he asked, still unsure of himself as he smiled up at you. You couldn't help but break out in laughter. How naive he could be to not realize this. How could he not realize what a sex god he was as you sat in his lap within the pews, covered in sweat and cum from the encounter. Surely he was only joking, but you responded anyway. 

“Yes, C…that was definitely good.”

[shapter-draws]

based on that scene from Belladonna of sadness

[frankenfaandom]

Can you do a sick or exhausted Mary goore x reader? Or something where Mary isn’t feeling so well and the reader watches over Mary?

Did I see this as soon as I woke up and wrote it immediately? Have I only been awake for 20 minutes? Yes and yes. Ty for the request!!

Warning!!! Immense fluff and adorableness under the cut!

[Not my gif] [he's just rlly hot]

It's pouring outside and Mary is aggravated that he can't go out and enjoy it. He's currently on bed duty, his arm in a cast and his fever high. How he managed to break his arm and catch a cold? Well, this man is full of mysteries and sadly that is one of them.

"Can't we go out for a bit?" Mary whines, uncharacteristic of him. His voice is gruff and raspy from a mixture of him just waking up from a nap and being utterly sick.

"Pretty sure you can't get your cast wet." You say, sitting down beside him, the bed dipping inward. "Plus, you have to rest. Lots of sleep. And I mean it." You brush his sweaty hair from his forehead causing your boyfriend to set out a sigh of relief. "And then tomorrow I'm making you shower."

"'Thought I couldn't get my cast wet." He mimics you, rolling his eyes. If he could slump back into the bed more, he would, just to show his annoyance. Mary's eyes find yours after a moment. He pouts his lips a bit.

"Shut up." You lean down to press a kiss to his damp forehead. It's obvious that Mary's trying not to smile.

"Ay-" Mary takes his free arm to your shoulder, gently pushing you away. "Don't you dare get sick because you couldn't resist kissing your sexy ass boyfriend. I know it's hard, doll, but you gotta live without me--" He's trying to joke, but his words get stuck at his throat and he starts to cough.

You pull away, letting him do his thing. Once he stops the coughing attack, he lays back and closes his eyes. "Maybe some more sleep'll do me some good. I dunno." You smile, feeling a little victorious.

"Thanks Mare." You stand and move an inch to the bathroom, opening the drawers for the cold medicine. Upon finding it, you realize it's almost completely gone, so you pour whatever is left for Mary. "Okay Mare, medicine time."

When you look back to the bed, Mary's playing dead. His tongue is out and his eyes are half shut. You roll your eyes and flick his shoulder, causing him to wince. "Don't do that!" You say in unison.

"Take your medicine." You shove it in his face. "Take it or I'm not cuddling with you tonight." You know you'd still cuddle with him. If he's sick, not sick, took his medicine or not. Mary knows that too, but he takes the little shot glass from your hand with a scowl on his face.

Chug the medicine down, slam it on the nightstand like a shot, and then he's gulping down water like his life depended on it. Had he forgotten it existed?

After a hot minute of the weirdest chugging sounds, he stops, puts the water down and wipes his mouth.

"Better?"

"A little. Medicine doesn't kick in like that. Also my arm's still broken."

"I meant the water, dumbass. When was the last time you had any? I told you before work if you didn't--"

"-If I didn't drink water I'd get kicked in the ass by you, yes. But jokes on you, I'm into tha--"

"Mary Goore!" You laugh, slapping his thigh playfully. "I swear, you're going to be the death of me."

"Hmmm, maybe. Come're." The clock reads 20:24 as Mary coaxes you into bed. You quickly make way of your clothes, putting on one of Mary's shirts instead, and you climb into bed.

"Ohhh yeah." He sighs, pulling you closer. "That's much better. See? All cured." He suppresses a cough, which turns into a worse cough so he moves away just for a moment. He falls right back in place beside you. "All cured." You laugh, holding his face with a hand to give him a kiss.

"Thanks for taking care of me. I dunno what I would've done if you weren't here"

"Probably would've died by now." You joke, but shake your head. "Of course, Mare." You squeeze a little closer, his body is like a fucking heat radiator. "I love you." You look up to watch his expression which softens and he closes his eyes.

"Love you too, doll."

[peanutbutter-doodles]

Aether''Smiles" Oh He's Adorable.

Dewdrop ''Constantly Apologizes, isolates, Deny Compliments, etc''

Aether: Oh He's Traumatized.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

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Sleep Token (Band)

Fan Service - Elena had been a fan of a lot of bands over the years. Her favorite had been Ghost and Sleep Token since she'd discovered them over a year ago; unfortunately, though she never had the opportunity to meet the band or go see them live before. What she didn't expect was for Sleep Token to have a show playing live just a few hours away from her city! Jumping at the chance to see them finally live she never expected how her night would turn out!

Ghost Band (Swedish band)

Mine [Swiss x Reader] - After escaping her toxic ex-boyfriend Y/n runs to the only place that had ever made her feel safe. As a long-term friend of Copia and his ghouls she swears that she is destined to be alone forever because of her poor taste in men; what happens though when one of her best friends disagrees and confesses something very important that may alter the relationship between them?

Weather the Storm [Rain Ghoul x Reader] - Y/n loves Papa and his ghouls. They were like family despite her not knowing them long. She is so used to making sure everyone was happy and had what they needed that when she gets caught up in a bad storm that causes her to panic she's surprised that there is someone there to catch her after all and calm her down.

Love Your Enemy [Dewdrop x male!reader] - No one hated Papa's little fire ghoul more then Y/n - a newly summoned ghoul that struggled to find his place in Papa's pack. No one understands why the two ghouls hate each other so much until it comes to light their past - perhaps an intervention is needed.

Ghoul Game Night [Truth or Dare] - As the newest member of Papa's ghouls Y/n is dragged into a game night with her ghoul pack mates to get to know them! A little game of spin the bottle and truth or dare ends up becoming one hell of a night to remember!

[Dewdrop] - [Swiss] - [Aether] - [Rain] -[Mountain]

The Marina Series - Marina was a normal girl who had a normal life up until she was nearly killed by a supernatural creature and kidnapped by some masked men. She was placed under house arrest at the Abbey - which was a satanic church led by Papa Tero who Marina ends up finding out is her birth father. Throughout her adventures at the Abbey, she finds love in the most unlikely of places, uncovers the dark truths of her family's heritage, and finds acceptance in her identity while searching for who is trying to kill her.

(currently, the one-shots are out of order, sorry!)

[The Debt]

Just Witchy Stuff - As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep. This is her adventure!

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] -[Part 5 End]

Mask Off - Y/n recently got news of her childhood friend's death. Everybody grieves in different ways but her favorite ghouls will never let her suffer her grief alone so they take things into their own hands to make sure she's not alone.

Fear Me Not (Intro) - Everybody has a fear of something no matter how trivial or childish it seems. Good thing these girls have their big bad ghouls to protect them and show them they shouldn't be afraid!

[Aether x Abby (oc)] - [Swiss x Aurora (oc)] - [Rain x Sophie (oc)] - [Dewdrop x Lily (oc)] - [Mountain x Avery (oc)]

Possess Me [Swiss x reader] - Ghouls are misunderstood creatures, they let you see what they want you to see and sometimes that's just their stage personas but behind the masks, they are something else entirely. Y/n got that reality check when one particular ghoul showed his true nature.

Dream of Me - Just a dream I had the other night about the band Ghost! Hope you enjoy reading this! It's a little random. Just how I went to a concert and met them!

Darkling - A oneshot dedicated to one of my special followers! I hope it comforts you and anybody else who needs a little comfort from a few special ghouls!

Our Beloved - During an abusive relationship Y/n didn't know how much longer she could fight. But little did she know she wasn't alone; she had 5 ghouls ready to go to battle for her.

Quiet Time - After a long tour Y/n finds time to relax with her pack on the tour bus.

Lost and Found - Y/n is a newly summoned ghoul who's getting used to her new life topside. When her new packmates can't find her during a bad storm at the Abbey they go searching for her with worry only to find her in the oddest spots!

[On-Going] The Manager series - The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

[Chapter 1] - [Chapter 2]- [Chapter 3] - [Chapter 4] - [Chapter 5] - [Chapter 6] - [Chapter 7] - [Chapter 8] - [Chapter 9] - [Chapter 10] - [Chapter 11] - [Chapter 12] - [Chapter 13]

Best Medicine - Y/n is the newest ghoul of the band and after her first ritual she ends up getting a little sick! Good think she has a pack that cares about her!

Taste Of You - Y/n has an eating disorder that she struggles with but she isn't alone and she finds help from her two best friends Swiss and Mountain who help her battle her fears.

Run Little Rabbit - Part 2 for Possess Me. At the yearly Halloween party at the Abbey. Y/n plays on Swiss' patience.

TLC (requested) - Being the midwife for the Clergy could be rewarding and a blessing but the hazards of the time are inescapable and after a long day resulting in a near tragic loss; reader finds herself falling apart and she needs the help of her best friends.

I've Got You - After being rejected time and time again. After being abandoned by so many other people in her life; Y/n fears getting close to someone but her heart is weak and when she grows attached to Swiss; one of Papa's ghouls, she's scared that she'll lose him too, and the thought nearly breaks her apart.

I'll Take Care of You - Being the newest member of the church could take a toll on anybody; when Y/n joined they weren't expecting the isolation of the Clergy to receive them; struggling to find their place within the walls they turns to the only person who had given them any kind of kindness.

Mask and Tripping Feet - The most anticipated event of the year; The Masquerade Ball finally came around; Y/n always loved this time of the year and she is determined to make memories tonight with her best friend Sunshine

Sleep Over - Luna was a Sister of the Clergy; well-known and well-loved by most. She didn't talk much but she sure was good at knowing when people were down. She was also in charge of taking care of the Ghoul's Den - cleaning, restocking, laundry and more so it's safe to say she's well-known and liked by the ghouls that she often sees. So when she notices Phantom having a rough day; she puts her skills to good use to help him relax.

House of the Dragon (HBO Max Series)

His Starlight Her Firefly - She was not Targaryen. She was not Valeryion. She was not of royal blood. She did not possess the hair of silken white nor the eyes of soft violet. She did not have the blood of the dragon within her veins. But she was his starlight. The one thing in this wretched world that he could without a doubt claim as his own for it was he who first found her amongst the wings of dragons and it was he who took her in. It was he who she first saw upon opening her eyes and it was him whose smile she blessed. ***Can be found on Wattpad as well!

[Prologue] - [Chapter 1] - [Chapter 2] - [Chapter 3] - [Chapter 4] - [Chapter 5] - [Chapter 6] - [Chapter 7] - [Chapter 8] - [Chapter 9] - [Chapter 10] - [Chapter 11] - [Chapter 12] - [Chapter 13] - [Chapter 14] - [Chapter 15] - [Chapter 16]

The Sandman (Netflix Series)

Mr. Sandman - Felicity Burgess is the adopted daughter of Alex Burgess and Paul McGuire who was raised oblivious to the being living beneath her feet. But what happens when she's forced to take the century-old burden of caring for whatever her father and grandfather had been hiding in their cellar? Will the strength of her love for her family continue on the vicious cycle of the being's imprisonment or will Mr. Sandman send her a dream she would sacrifice everything for?

[Chapter 1] - [Chapter 2] - [Chapter 3] - [Chapter 4] - [Chapter 5] - [Chapter 6] - [Chapter 7] - [Chapter 8] - [Chapter 9] - [Chapter 10] - [Chapter 11] - [Chapter 12]

Of Silver Threads and Golden Fates - Kassie was good at running away from things. From her father, from love, from happiness. She'd throw herself into everything to fuck up her life so that she could feel something. What happens though when one fated night she meets a stranger who slowly begins to show her that she perhaps has more purpose to life than running away and maybe, perhaps dreams really do come true?

[Chapter 1] - [Chapter 2] - [Chapter 3] - [Chapter 4] - [Chapter 5]

To Be Loved by You - Everyone wants to be loved by Morpheus, the King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares. But what about Dream? Is it so wrong for him to crave the physical connection of another human being without being thought as of weak?

What Do You Truly Desire? - Requested by @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods Desire is used to getting what They want and even more so enjoying playing a part in mortal lives to chaos trouble. But perhaps that is not all that is meant for Them and They will soon realize that They deserve more in life then just Their namesake.

I Was The First - Being Dream of the Endless raven could be a blessing or a curse depending on how you look at things. But even Dream often forgets that his ravens were once human too. So what happens when his newest raven Matthew gets a little too overwhelmed in the presence of his new master? An old friend comes to visit to set things straight.

Got Your Back - (part 2 of 'I'll Take Care Of You' ) After they spilled their guts to Mountain, their best friend about what was going on with their life and the trouble they've gotten thanks to the siblings of the clergy not accepting them; things get bad to worse and Y/N has no other choice but to turn to Mountain for help.

[onedaughterofman]

I think my time as a Ghost fic writer is coming to an end.

[hyenasheep]

Some random specific headcanons for Ghouls

Beacuse I'm trying brainstorming ☕

When Aether hugs you he's doing that little thing when he will squeeze you super hard for a few seconds and than let you go while patting your head

Swiss LOVES cheesy romcoms such as Friends, To All The Boys I've Ever Loved, Midnight In Paris, Mamma Mia or La La La Land (even better if it's a musical) and one of his most favorite romantic movies ever is Dirty Dancing. He and Copia had seen the film already thousand times, it's their comfort movie and they remember all lines and especially dance moves by heart

-I already mentioned this one in my latest post but- Aether is that type of person who will listen to you regardless of the situation or topic, you can talk about tea spoons, weather or DND session while joining a bishop's sermon and he will be genuinely interested and focused

Swiss nonironically loves Just Dance, he has a collection of all games and probably is a proud member of the JD fandom. He's probably even of the admins

Cirrus and Cumulus are besties with Mist (ghoulette from third era), they often hanging out and has private chat on Discord where they share cute animal tiktoks, diy's or anything music related "Hey Ghesties look at this Slipknot meme ⚫👄⚫" "Omgg did you guys hear that new Abba album? This song kinda slaps" "Y'all Gorrilaz just dropped their tour list"

Rain and Mountain loves asmr relaxing videos and playlists with a specific aesthetic povs. For example:

Pov: you're studying in a haunted school, it's hot outside and you're trying to ignore demon bully who's sitting next to you.

Pov: it's a cold spring morning, you're walking through a deserted forest in the mountains, but you're not alone.

Pov: it's 3 am, you're supposed to clean up the church after midnight mass but instead you start listening to music that comes from a altar (slowed + reverb)

Dew's weakness are scented candles, if you're trying to settle with him after an argument, buy him a qualitative scented candles which lasts a long time and have a strong and intense scent. Unfortunately most of the ghouls/siblings tries to usually look for a different options cuz' there's a 90% chance he will 'accidentally' set the room and the rest of the building on fire

Cirrus quickly befriended Stratus/Sunshine (the new ghoulette) aka extrovert adopted a introvert, Cirrus also wants her to join their ghoulettes dm group but S. Can be extremely shy when it comes to meeting new ghouls especially through social medias

Rain loves Marvel movies, he's not that much into comics but he likes superhero stuff. He saw all movies and series, bought some merch such as Thanos's glove/Deadpools robotic talking head/Vision Teddy bear/Captain America's shield as pizza cutter etc., he even few times joined a Comiccon and has a signed poster by Tom Hiddleston. He doesn't want to admit it but he has a crush on Captain America and Silver Surfer.

Mountain practices yoga, he tried it few times before he was summoned, than stopped cuz of drums and than started again cuz his back began to ache from daily drumming. He's actually really good at it. Occasionally Cumulus joins him during one of his daily routines.

Although it doesn't seem so at first glance, Cumulus loves horror movies. Whenever any new horror movie or series comes out she plans a movie night, as soon as she watches it she will go sharply rate it on IMDB. One of her favorite movies are Hereditary and The Ring. Of course she's also a huge fan of true crime podcasts.

Stratus/Sunshine has special playlists for literally any mood or any kind of situation. Crying at 3 am over that one person you met at 2007, and then you've never seen them again? Boom, here's a playlist. You're having a picnic with your ghoul friends in the park, but a storm came out of nowhere so you ran to hide but you realized, it was quite fun to be outside and so you started dancing in the summer rain? Woohoo, another playlist. Have you experienced a moment, that seemed like a scene from a movie but no one believes you it ever happened? You see me where im going- Bang, playlist, you welcome.

Dew has a personality of orange cat with one brain cell. "Never let them know your next move." Said after he ate soap before one of the bands meetings and called it Soap Opera. That's also one of the reasons why he doesn't have anymore any free space for his mouth under his new ghoul helmet. He's still mad at Copia for that 'design' decision.

[des-vanecido]

Lo siento, yo no soy el mismo.

[historian-crown]

Wait, Martin Persner (omega) wrote Zenith??

@in-cardi-c-we-thrust @stressghoul

[hallowed-be-thy-username]

I’m closing requests for a bit!

I have a couple of things I’ve been working through some writer’s block on then I’m traveling for a bit but I’ll be back!

I try to stay active on here and I feel like I do a bad job of that sometimes but I’m still here and the brainrot is still Very Real

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[copiousloverofcopia]

I am honored to be able to share with you a commission that I did for the incredibly talented and wonderful @the-cardinale .

I'm still very much in shock that she wanted me to write for her, considering that she's literally to me one of the quintessential writers of this entire fandom.

Beth I love you so much and I have the deepest respect for you. I am so happy that you liked this piece.

I hope everyone else enjoys as well.

Without further ado

Beauty in Chaos ❤️‍🔥

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Definitely NSFW below the cut!

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The Papal suite had finally grown quiet. The mountains of toys and piled up dishes spread out across the parlor, and the faint sound of a children's show could be heard playing from the TV. You sat back against the couch, pulling off your glasses and letting out a sigh. Your eyes, aching from being overworked and your head, unfortunately, was following suit.

You massaged away at your temples. Simple, small strokes as you attempted to chip away at the tension. The aches and pains, a familiar yet uninvited guest in recent days. You had realized more and more, just how much work it was to be Prime Mover and wife to the first Emeritus son.

Your headspace was an amalgamation of the to do's and worry. Every waking moment felt like a never-ending pile up of responsibility and stress. You weren't depressed, as a matter of fact you were happier than you had ever been. It was more that this kind of happiness came with a cost—a cross to bear.

Sometimes the monotonous tasking, and endless chasing after your willful little one, made you tired in more ways than imaginable. At the end of the day you were always left feeling stripped bare, and tonight was like any other. As the night had arrived, the light from the sun slowly retreated from the courtyard and you had finally managed to get your child down to sleep. A welcome reprieve, one that had always come few and far between. His waking and sleep cycles, disrupted by the budding of teeth. Ones that insisted on triumphantly making themselves known.

You closed your eyes, releasing another breath, when you felt a comforting warmth on your shoulders. A familiar grip you instantly melted in, as you leaned back on your neck and looked up into your Papa’s mismatched eyes. “I see he has finally tuckered himself out.” Primo smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For the moment it seems.” you sighed, knowing that you’d be lucky to get an hour of down time. You loved your son so much, but the toddler years had proven themselves to be a beast. One that, the likes of which, even Hell itself couldn’t conjure. “Maybe I will finally get a moment to finally finish up the papers Sister Imperator had sent for me before he wakes–” you remarked, sniffling back before Primo interjected.

“Nonsense.” Primo hissed, “You will do no such thing. Tell me what troubles you? I feel the weight of your soul is heavy my blossom.”

“I have a bad headache and I haven’t been sleeping well, if at all…I–I am overwhelmed.” You blurted out, a bit ashamed for having admitted it. The tears, now slipping from the rims of your eyes. Primo pulled you around to face him. Holding you tightly in his embrace as you began to weep.

“There is no shame in feeling this way.” he promised you, his heart beating in your ear. His fingers, running through your hair, comforting you and soothing the headache that plagued you. You only wished your emotions could be more easily cured.

“Thank you…and I know, I just…I want to be able to help. To do everything that's asked of me. To take care of our child. To help the siblings and the Ministry as is my duty. Help you—but lately it all feels like it's crushing me under the weight of it. I love our life Primo, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world, but I just feel like I'm having a hard time wading through it all.” you cried, burying your face in his chest.

“Oh amore, listen to me. We are going to find something to help you unwind.” he insisted. You brought your head up to face him. Tears leaving a trail of waterproof mascara, which clearly had failed at its job. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks, gathering yourself together once more before continuing to speak.

“Primo I can’t, there is so much to do. I will never be able to get it all done if I don’t keep on it. I need to at least work on the papers tonight. Oh! And I just remembered I promised some of the sisters that I would help with new sibling orientation this week and I…”

“Sí, I understand…but do you hear yourself? You are going to work yourself so hard that there is nothing left to give, then what good are you to anyone that you wish to help? Allow me to help you relax, my petal." He said, pausing a moment before continuing on. "Would you grant this old withered soul an audience in your company? Just the two of us?”

“Oh my love, I want to…believe me I WANT to. I have missed you so much this past week...I just don't know. I miss our alone time.” you admitted, a reflexive smirk gracing your face as you recalled the many times this man had you climbing the heights of passion. The countless orgasms that had sent you to realms far beyond your own while under his lascivious spell.

“Then it's settled. I have already sent for Aether to come watch the piccolo for the evening. He'll take good care of him, while I help you remember the beautiful goddess that you are. One deserving a break.” Primo chuckled.

“Are you sure about that? Not concerned we may come back to find them both gnawing on furniture or the suite covered in drool?” you laughed.

“Not in the least. The ghoul can handle himself.” Primo insisted, trying his best to convince you, and himself he believed it. He was quick to convince you, always so effortless in his ways. So sweet and calming, like a mug of warm chamomile tea. His voice, able to unwind the stress of the day and his smile sending your heart aflutter in your chest. It still amazed you how he managed it.

How Primo could make those first butterflies you felt in the beginning, keep up their flight. The love felt between you both–so deep and passionate. Truly, had you not known otherwise, you would have thought it was black magic. Your husband had spoken, and always seemed to have your best interest at heart. Once Aeth had arrived, you gently kissed the red headed mop, you adored more than life itself, before the two of you bounded out to your favorite spot in the greenhouse.

You made your way down the path, laden with the gray-green foliage and beautiful pink flowers of the creeping thyme that surrounded the stepping stones. Hand in hand, you carefully traversed the grounds until you came upon the sanctuary of your destination. The stars in the sky, beginning to peek out from the clouds above as you walked inside. You entered first, feeling the intense warmth and the smell of the herbs, and Primo’s freshly potted geraniums, filling your senses.

Only a moment passed before you heard the telltale latch of the door from behind you and the small click of the lock. The smell and sounds, sending a smile to your lips and hellfire through your veins. The heat, settling in your belly as the anticipation built up for what was to come.

You headed for the table in the far back, which sat beside a pair of chairs just outside the door to Primo’s storage closet. As you passed through the rows and rows of plants, all carefully tended to by Papa and the siblings, you remembered when you were once just another of the flock. Helping to manage the garden, when you first laid your eyes on Primo. Singing gently to his plants, as he helped encourage them to grow. Many found the practice foolish, often snickering or having a chuckle at your Papa’s expense. You, however, found it endearing. Your heart, opening to him from that moment forward.

When you reached the table, you gathered up the discarded empty seed packets and muddy gardening gloves. Setting them off to the side, as you cleared a space for yourself. “You know I have asked them so many times to clean up after themselves you’d swear they were all still children.” Primo groaned, watching you clear things off.

“I am sure they meant no harm Papa.” you said, stepping out of your panties, bundling them up and tossing them to the side. Your breathing, already heavy. The heat of your core rising as his gaze fell upon you. Your skin, responding as if he was somehow able to touch you with only a look.

“You are breathtaking, you know this?” Primo asked you, “Inside and out."

“Is that so?” You said as you hopped up on the table, knocking off a terracotta pot onto the floor. “Oh shit.” You exclaimed, staring a only a moment at the mess, your eyes immediately returning to Primo for his response. Normally your husband would be remiss not to pick it up, but tonight there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“I am very sure.” he assured you as he approached, discarding the chasuble and trying hard to undo the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled around with them, his hands struggling to free each button despite his eagerness.

“Here, allow me.” You smiled, Primo’s brow cocked, welcoming your help as his hands rested upon the tops of your thighs. His thumbs rubbing against you.

“What did this old man ever do to deserve you?” he asked, gathering up your dress in his fists before his mouth descended on your neck. Kissing along your pulse points. Leaving blush colored marks in his wake.

“Just being you Papa. That’s all.” you moaned as you helped finish off the last of the buttons. His bare chest peeked out from behind the fabric. You couldn’t resist running your fingers through his chest hair, nails gently scraping the skin as he let out a moan.

“Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.” Primo purred against your skin. “Let me see you as Lucifer intended.” he begged, his own breathing hastened as you felt the swell of his cock press against your thigh.

You pulled your dress over your head, now naked before him. He helped to guide you backward, laying you down on the bare spot you cleared while minding the rest of the potted plants. He ran his hand up your thighs, brushing deviously light over where you desperately needed his touch. Climbing over your stomach, before resting his hand gently over your breast.

He kneaded it gently, enjoying the feel of you filling his hand. His fingers tugged gently at the peak of your nipple. Rolling his thumb over it to tease. You could feel his cock against you, his own need for you growing. Your blood, pumping faster and faster within your veins. You swallowed back the knot in your throat as you waited—aching to be touched.

“Oh Primo, please.” you begged, needy and ready. You felt his fingers enter you. The slow glide of them inside, making you bite down on your lip to hold back a moan. You couldn’t be that easy on him, letting him know that even just the simplest of his touches set you on fire. Though you were sure deep down he already knew. “That feels so good.” you cooed, giving into your sensations as he curved up his fingers into the delicate bundle of nerves he knew made you keen.

“Oh sweet Satanas, you are so wet for me already.” Primo groaned, his own need beginning to fluster him.

“Always.” you muttered. His hand worked you effortlessly to orgasm. Your hips rocking in time with his movements and his detailed attention to your clit made quick work of you. You writhed on the table, already feeling the sweat pooling on the small of your back and drenching inside of your thighs.

Primo pulled back his hand, gently falling to his knees before you. He minded his aching joints as he got into a comfortable position on the floor. His calloused fingers tracing up along your thighs once again. The feel of it, only serving to fuel your hunger. Your insides throbbing at the promise of him inside you.

“Papa, I don’t know if I can wait much longer.” you told him, half begging, the other half teasing.

“You won’t need to wait long amore.” Primo assured you. You rolled your head, side to side, feeling so incredibly so warm. Unsure if it was the greenhouse, your first orgasm, or the intense need to have another. You didn’t have time to decide, as Primo's fingers pressed into the moist flesh of your thighs, slowly opening them, allowing him to see how much you desired him, how much you’d already given up for him.

“I assure you I am just as ready my blossom and I will earn every last drop.” Primo hummed against your thigh, his tongue slithering up to meet with your exposed, tender flesh. He wasted no time in tasting you. Like a full bodied wine, he savored you with every flick and broad stroke of his tongue. Your hips raised off the table, rolling against his mouth as he tasted you.

Tending to your body in ways only he could, like his most cherished of his flowers. He worked meticulously to watch you bloom. Knowing exactly when and where you needed to be touched. He worked you over, slurping and curling his tongue between your folds and gently sucking on the bud of your clit.

You felt yourself throbbing inside, growing closer and closer to your second orgasm. Unable to keep your hands off Primo's head as he pleasured you. "Mmm…" you moaned, your hips rising up once again. The scent of sex not mingling with the smell of the earth that lingered around you from the spilt over plant.

"That's it my petal, allow me to devour youm show you that you are worthy." Primo growled as his mouth returned to you. Between his words and the feel of him, you quickly were there at the precipice once again.

"Oh Papa, I'm going to cum." You managed to get out, breath shaky and legs beginning to shake against the top of Primo's shoulders. He watched you in all your glory, delighted as you came undone. Your body released against his mouth, flooding it with the sweet taste of you.

"Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te." He purred, taking one last lap of his tongue through your folds before attempting to stand up. You admired his resilience. Despite his age, he had always managed to take on the constitution of a younger man when it came to worshiping you. You pulled yourself up on your elbows, Primo basking in the beauty of post-climactic you. His smile turned delvish as he allowed his eyes to crawl over you.

"I need you." You confessed, laid out before him. Primo leaned in, kissing your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasure eliciting a moan from within you as your hands slid around his neck. Holding him close against your breast as you felt him lining his cock up with your entrance.

"I need you too–" he groaned, breaking the seal around your nipple and pushing himself inside you. Slowly and mercifully, your body conformed easily to his girth. Every nerve pressed deliciously, with every inch descended. Your walls, encapsulating him as he carefully seated himself fully inside.

He stood still, watching as you shifted around beneath him, so full but begging for friction between you. "Primo please." You mewled as he took a handful of each of your hips—squeezing tightly.

"As you wish." He smiled, rearing back only to slide back in slowly. Finally giving you the movement as friction you craved. He continued his movements over and over again. Brushing tightly along your soft insides, making you lose yourself in the moment.

You loved sex with your husband. His sinful talents, knowing no limit, but there was something even more sensual when he took his time. Maybe it was because he loved you, but then it always did. Maybe it was because you felt it more fully now than you had in week you couldn't be sure.

He was truly making love with you, worshiping you, showing you that all the universe and everything in existence mattered only because you were in it. This—this was the exact thing you needed. The slow and intentioned thrusts of his pelvis pressing hard against you. His cock pounding over and over against your most sensitive of spots.

You wrapped your legs around him, guiding his movements. Primo's breathing, hard and ragged. His mouth falling open as he fucked into you. Lifting you up off the table as he continued his ministrations. Your fingers scraping at his back as the pleasure enveloped you.

It wasn't long before he had you seeing stars. Your orgasm tearing through you like a soul being ripped from the mortal plane. Intense and incredible, holding on tight to his back as you trembled with your release. Feeling Primo's lips pressed into your shoulder as he continued to move.

He too was overcome. Feeling your body hug tightly to him with each and every thrust. He began muttering, under strained whines, in Italian. Singing praises for you as he began to release. His cock, kicking deep inside you, filling you full of his seed.

Primo fell limp against you, both of you spent and content. You pulled up his face to look at you. "Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno." You sighed, Primo smiling at the ease in which you spoke his native tongue.

"Good, because I have a feeling I will be paying for that for a few days." He laughed. Both of you, deliciously happy as he brushed your mess of hair back from your face. His eyes filled with love and admiration.

"There is no one else I would rather be in the chaos with other than you my love." You smiled.

"Ah sí, but what beautiful chaos it is."

Notes:

Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.- I would sacrifice my soul to whatever God may have it, to spend eternity inside you.

Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te.- There is nothing more sweet than the nectar that pours from within you.

Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno- That was just what i needed.

[shapter-draws]

Plushie

[spoiledleaff]

hey, little darling (look at you).

Ghost (Band) | Omega Ghoul + Papa Emeritus III | 9.5K Words | spoiledleaff on AO3

Explicit | Lingerie | Teasing in Public | Knotting | Slight Feminization | Ghoul Anatomy + Dynamics | Tail Sex | Implied Polyamorous Ghouls | Riding | Dom/Sub Dynamics | Dom Top Omega | Sub Bottom Papa Emeritus III | Poor Google Translate Italian Petnames | Terzo and Omega’s Eternal Back and Forth Game of Cat and Mouse(tm) | Omega is Terzo’s beloved “overgrown dog”

There was that smirk again.

Much to the distress of Omega’s tightening pants, Terzo’s fingers started to curl into a loose fist, miming the action of stroking someone’s cock. It wasn’t the usual mime of his fingers curling into the imaginary pussy of a Sister of Sin trembling before him, his voice shuddering through the lyrics as though he were truly hackjammering his fingers into the willing cunt of a later night escapade, his back arching impossibly as his fingers curled into the air before him, his painted lips perpetually parted in a silent moan; and it wasn’t like the mime of stroking his own cock, his hand loosely wrapped around the space his legendary dick would normally occupy, flopping out from the tight constraints of his paints to slap against a partner’s inner thigh, the movements of his hand growing faster and faster until he eventually spilled his faux release over the screaming cries of thousands.

No. Because of course not. That would be letting Omega off easy, allowing the tortured ghoul to walk out of that rehearsal with a boner that would be easy to hide underneath the more traditional robes he was more partial to wear. No. Terzo was hellbent on making sure that Omega left the practice room with a guilty stain of suspicious origins, walking back to Terzo’s chambers with a shaking in his legs and a heat still simmering in his core.

Omega should’ve known that his Papa would never settle for anything less than torturous.

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♬♪♬ “Darling” — MCC [Magna Carta Cartel] ♬♪♬

( this work is unbeta’d. any mistakes are my own, and i hope that they did not take away from your reading experience. thank you so very much for reading ♡ )

[midisdying]

Writing is great.

I get to creat anything I want with words and my thoughts.

That also means that sometimes while going through my files I find unused things that I either completely forgot about or have absolutely no memory of writing.

Like these gems

I would love to give you the context or an explanation but I possess neither

[onedaughterofman]

Friendly reminder to PLEASE treat content creators like people and NOT like a machine.

[ink-and-dagger]

What’s your favorite song from ghost, Inky ?

Why would you ask me this bruh

I can’t choose just one I won’t you can’t make me I’ll cry. This list is already cut down as much as I can okay and it really hurt my heart to do it cus my ‘fav ghost’ playlist is actually 20 songs long 😭

In no particular order:

Square Hammer

Rats

Cirice

Spillways

Respite on the Spitalfield

He is

Darkness at the heart of my love

Year Zero

Bible

Mary on a Cross