#the ghoul x fem!oc

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 1

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

Summary: The Ghoul remembers a recruit of Moldaver, by the name of Irene Taylor, who he met before the war.

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 2 | Part 3 | Final part

2296

Cooper's weather-beaten boots thudded on the dirt, the stones crackling beneath his heels.

The town was too quiet for there not to be a surprise waiting for him somewhere amongst the pre-war rubble so when a glimpse of movement caught his attention and he pulled his gun.

A kid, no older than 15 held up his hands in fear.

"Please don't shoot!"

Coopers sunken eyes narrowed. "Do yourself a favour and scram. If you try anything I will shoot you. Understand?"

The kid nodded frantically in agreement and Cooper gestured with his gun for the kid to get out of there.

As the boy ran off, a large, rolled up piece of paper fell out of his backpack and unfurled face-up in the dirt.

Cooper stepped over as he re-holstered his gun, and looked down at it out of curiosity. When he saw a familiar face on it he bent down to pick it up and held it out in front of him.

"Irene Taylor," It read. "Songbird of Hollywood Hills."

On the poster was a large photograph of a glamorous woman behind a microphone, and a look of a fond, yet faded, remembrance appeared on his scarred features.

2077

"This is a little public for a meeting isn't it?" Cooper asked as he and Lee Muldaver made their way to an empty table at a local jazz club called the Bird Cage.

"My contact is meeting us here. Don't worry about being recognised, this place is used to celebrities, they mind their own business."

They took a seat and settled in and Cooper turned his attention to the band, the singer had a lovely voice and it reminded him of the band that played at his wedding. He shook the memory from his mind.

"So where is this contact?" He asked.

Muldaver smiled a little. "You're listening to her."

He looked back at the singer.

Now that he thought about it, he did recognise her. He'd seen her face on posters for jazz clubs all over the city but never gave them much thought.

"Her husband is Frank Taylor, he's an executive for Vault Tec. She feeds us any information she can get. She's one of our best."

She had wonderful stage presence, captivating the audience with a rendition of "Them There Eyes" by Billie Holiday. Her champagne coloured dress sparkled in the stage lights, and she had every person in that room wrapped around her finger, and she knew it.

When she finished the song the room roared with applause and she stepped off the stage, politely thanking patrons as they came up to her on her way over.

Muldaver rose from her seat to meet her as she reached their table.

"Lee." Irene smiled fondly as she hugged her. "Thank you for coming."

"That was wonderful as always."

"Stop it you." Irene joked.

"May I introduce Mr. Cooper Howard?"

Irene looked at him and he held out his hand, having stood up with Muldaver.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Howard." She smiled as she took his hand.

"The pleasure is mine." He replied with a charming grin.

She sat down at their table and waved the waiter down for a round of drinks.

"How is everything going? Is Frank well?" Muldaver asked.

Cooper noticed Irene make a subtle, nervous glance at the bar before answering. "He's fine." She replied. "You said there was something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yes, our new recruit."

Muldaver looked at Cooper and Irene seemed surprised, unable to reply for a few seconds.

"I apologise for seeming so shocked, but with all of your promotions with Vault Tec, you're one of the last people I'd expect."

"Don't worry about it." He replied, reassuring her. "I understand. I'm not the first I'd expect either."

"Well, I guess this proves how convincing Lee can be." She smiled again, but there was something in that smile that seemed pained somehow.

Just then, a man came up behind them with a drink in his hand and put the other on Irene's shoulder and she jumped a little.

By her reaction Cooper thought it was another random patron come to say hello and invade her space, but he kissed her on the cheek and she looked up and smiled at him.

"Hello darling." She said.

"Hi Frank, how have you been?" Muldaver smiled.

"Oh, you know, more hours and no pay rise." He joked.

It was obvious he was tipsy and the discomfort on Irene's face as her husband sat down next to her made Cooper's eyes narrow a little.

"Darling, have you met Mr. Howard?"

"No I haven't had the pleasure." Frank replied, reaching over to shake his hand. "Nice to finally meet you Mr. Howard, your advert for vault 4 was terrific, exactly what we were looking for. I was sad to hear about your resignation."

Cooper shifted in his seat and chuckled uncomfortably, trying to retain his professionalism. "Ah, well, I'm not getting any younger." He joked.

Frank laughed, a little louder than was necessary. "Aren't we all! Say, is it true that it was your real dog in A Man and His Dog?".

Cooper took a sip of his drink that had just arrived. "Yes, Roosevelt, he's a beloved member of our little family."

"Well isn't that just the cutest darn thing." He smiled.

Irene was shrinking. Frank's presence was drowning the one that was only just captivating an entire audience. Then he noticed it and his chest pulsed with distain.

"Mr. Taylor, would you mind if I stole your wife for a dance?"

Irene looked slightly worried and stuttered her reply. "U-um, I don't..." She looked at Frank, almost for permission.

He hesitated but wanted to save face in front of everyone. "Of course." He smiled.

She stood up and walked over to take Cooper's extended hand.

He lead her to the dance floor. The band was playing an instrumental of "Good Morning Heartache" and he placed a hand on her waist.

"Not too close." She said. She realised her fear had slipped out and very quickly composed herself. "Don't want Frank to get jealous." She chuckled, disguising her reaction with a joking tone.

He stayed a modest distance from her as they began swaying to the music.

"He's playing it down but Frank is a big fan of yours. He's seen almost all of your movies, even dressed as your role in The Man From Calabasas for Halloween a few years back."

"You know," he said. "There's a funny story from that set. In the scene where I had to lasso that steer, the first take it somehow managed to pull me clean off my horse. I had a terrible black eye for two weeks after that, but the makeup team covered it up so well that no one could tell. In other words, I know a cover job when I see one."

She nervously glanced at her shoulder, briefly enough that hopefully Frank wouldn't notice if he was watching her.

"I know we just met, and it's none of my business, but Lee told me you married him for the mission. If he's hurting you, you need to tell her."

"She knows." Irene replied.

"She knows? And she hasn't pulled you out?"

"I asked her not to."

"Why?"

"Because this cause means a lot to me, and whatever I'm going through is for the greater good. I'm the only one with my foot in the door this high up, at least before you showed up."

He was getting angry now, not at anyone in particular, but at the unnecessary situation.

"Forgive me, but that's about the biggest pile of bullshit I've ever heard. You don't need to be in this any more than I do."

She scoffed dismissively. "You don't understand Mr. Howard, this is my purpose, stopping Vault Tec in any way that I can, even if it's one password or document at a time."

Part 2

[harveywritings92]

Hancock: Just saw a sign in the bar that says, ‘no more naked Fridays’.

Hancock: Where the fuck was I on these naked Fridays?

Dusty: With me, having our own.

[mahiiimahiiii]

fuck it, guess we both aint' shit

a/n: sorry this fic took so long y'all i am so slow when i write. for context, i solely write before i go to bed and pass out with my phone attached to my head this was a request a while back when i was still active in bg3 circles lol so its been going for MONTHS at this point. i dunno how folks crank this shit out that's like a super power. anyways im playing skyrim now!!!!! im working on two fics, one skyrim and the other f:nv, because i love love loveeeee beatrix russell and also want my ttrpg character to have several enjoyable moments in her sad life. stay tuned! it may be a while for those to come out, so i appreciate y'all being patient. coops accent in this story is based on my own, im from the Appalachian region of virgina!! just to note we tend not to say the first letter of words. at least that was my accent and my experience each southern person will be different :)) please enjoy and let me know if you have any ideas, i'm always grateful for those.

ps. sorry for the long a/n lmao

(my doc says this is 19 pages!! my longest to date lmaooooo.)

general notes: named insert (fo1 character!!), doc is brown :))), i tried to stay pretty neutral with gendered language but doc has a pussy and boobs (sorry for being vulgar. it helps to specify their parts so you know what you're getting into) as always its a smut, and ooc cooper, i'm getting my feel for him, drugged sex, cannibalisim as a metaphor, barely disguised breeding fetish, restraints and rope play.

During the warmest months of a farming season you often asked yourself, why. 

Why did you decide to choose NCR sharecropping in the first place, and what made you so god damn lucky to leave Nevada alive. 

You had started off a trek from the high walled dunes of the new republic’s deserts for a more opportunistic place in Colorado. High walled mountains kept off raiders, but kept in heat and snow. So you worked tirelessly on the outskirts of a small settlement, modeled after a historic town out of a western film. 

Recently you received Brahmin from a trade deal which made planting significantly easier to do.

Brahmin dung was also good for another thing as well. 

Jet. 

Your tidy lab always stunk of fertilizer and smoked out herbs, this was a small production thing so the allowance to vary was there. You sun-dried the patties first, stacking the briquettes between bushels of dry and wild herbs, this would be burnt out and condensed into pressurized containers, if not mixed with a bit of water for easier spray abilities. 

This is where your actual money came from; compared to that farming was a hobby. You had a regular client coming in for a shipment. This one-a favorite of yours for a bit. Perhaps not for his “aesthetic appeal” though his sallow and gaunt skin holds echoes of the handsome man he was previously. 

No.. 

You liked his voice (though faux it was), and his bright teeth(stained with a yellow, making them seem more manilla if anything), the way his hat held over his brow (you could never see his eyes), the perch of his thumbs tucked into his belt (an odd position at that.), and the corners of his smile lines. With each step you took towards him, the professional in you took five steps back. You had half a shock at one point to care for him when he randomly appeared piss drunk at your step. The way he curled into you as his speech slurred, or the odd way he made himself comfortable on the couch. 

He told you you smelt nice that day. You sent him along with a packet of sober up pills and hangover meds.

You pressed down on the seed bed with a glove tugging at the carrot rooted in the Rocky soil. 

“Sonofabitch!” You cussed out as you tugged. You took a couple more stabs at the dirt again, loosening the ground around it. 

Your breathed in the deep blue sky surrounded by miles of mountains, the plains you resided in like the bottom of a welded goblet. 

You wiped the sweat off your brow, the chunky glove absorbing most of it. You tugged up the loosened carrot and tossed it into a small bin filled with produce. You stood up brushing off your overalls of excess soil. 

You carried the bin off, jumped by a hoarse whistle from the pasture. 

“There you are sweetheart!” He held a hand over his head, in greeting. 

“Hey you!” the ghoul gave you no name, so you referred to him in vague suggestions.

 “You certainly arrived early! What's the occasion? Could you help me with one of the baskets, Hun’?” 

He trotted over, the click and jingle of his spurs followed behind him. He hoisted one over his shoulder with ease. “Am I not allowed to see my favorite doctor? I found myself wandering about the area, supposed I'd drop by…I do know when I'm not welcome though.” 

“It would be awful rude of me to not accept your company.” You teased in return. He rolled his eyes, lugging the bins of produce to be sorted and sold up your porch steps. 

“Need a place to stay?” You didn't look up, as this generally came as a routine question. 

“Same as always.” He confirmed, stomping off the dirt from his boots. 

“Mind me changing then, hun?” your words didn't reflect affection, but showed shallow familiarity in them. 

He shrugged, “‘pose not, m’ gonna have a smoke on the porch.” 

“Take your time” you nod, trudging up the creaking and faded wood stairs. 

You weren't sure how to approach him, he had shown signs of interest previously, walking in on your out of the way showers, leaving things for him to come back and collect them, paying more caps for his shipment than usual. To be fair, you definitely indulged him- at one point you had complained about your water resource being devoid of warmed water. As you padded around with soaking skin and a fluffy towel, and a grumpy expression cemented on your lips. 

All this teasing didn't help those dreams, they started when he left an extra shirt from his pack. This one was dark and ragged, a change from his gray stained cowboy shirt with tassels. It smelt like him, and deeply so. You were ashamed to admit that you used it to pleasure yourself for a period of time. Eventually your breath stained the shirt and it no longer smelt like him; that was a depressing day indeed. 

You had handed the item back to him, he took it with a thin smile. I'm glad you took care of it. 

Weeks after an item of yours went missing, then returned in odd places. Socks, a camisole or two, most egregious was from your hamper, two pairs of bloomers you intended to clean. It was an unspoken agreement, an item exchange of sorts, perhaps he sought companionship on the heat stained road. 

To admit your affections weren't returned was a vague understatement, he had propositioned you on several occasions often asking to meet late at the barn, he was quick to release offering a thank you by allowing you to squeeze and grind down on his fingers as he cleaned the spent cum with a tossed aside shirt. It was always one of yours. 

Those moments were short, maybe if you offered a comfortable environment he'd be willing to play pretend. 

You tugged off the flannel that stuck to your sides, unclipping the overalls and tugging them over your shins. Your bones popped as you stretched, peeling off the soaked undergarments in exchange for one less distracting. The air was cool against your skin, you took a wetted rag from your ceramic basin and cleaned down your sweaty skin. You tossed the dirt stained clothes into your hamper: sucking in air between your teeth. The outfit you decided on was a loose button down, soft cotton slacks with a silver button, and some leather sandals. 

It wasn't your most dashing look, but it was an easy one, something to throw on as the sun began its track down.

+

You ate in silence, spoons clicking against cracked porcelain bowls. The stew was filling as per usual, but you kept your head down. 

He looked much more red with the checkered table cloth in front of him, his jaw working as he pulverized the food in front of him. 

The ghoul in front of you quirked a brow “you ain't becoming feral are ya? The rate you're scoffing supper down. I'm fraid to be your next meal!” 

“No m' just thinkin’. Tend to eat fast when I have lots to ponder.” you held the spoon to your lips tilting it and passing the savory broth over your tongue. 

The older man set down his spoon, a bit of confusion racking his brow. “yaint got much to think about. What a chemist n all. You're just plugged into all them formulas ,ain't you sweet pea?”

You grunt in somewhat acknowledgement “I guess”

The lower rooms in the evening became sticky hot without the curtains drawn, bright sun flames the sides of the buildings and glinted off the tarnished metal buckles and beads on the cowboys outfit. 

“Well.” You rose holding your empty bowl, the click of metal under porcelain still droning on at the other side of the table. “I'm pooped, I think it's time to retire to my room. Do some unwinding, the works. Goodnight, sir. “

You turned to leave, setting your bowl in the open kitchen sink, the ghouls voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Hey doc- I got an odd request.” The cowboy began. “Have you ever tried  jet?”

Cooper hesitated for once, feeling your warm skin beneath his palm, the way your pulse sang when he touched you. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah.”

His thumb traced the corner of your mouth, lips parted delicately to taste. He had you pinned as you sunk into his figure, one hand flattened on his breast the other hanging limply at your side. You cupped it around the side of him, allowing him to move in close. 

He watched your eyes wide and dilate, your already oh so large pupils eclipsing your iris’s. 

This must've felt like light years away for someone not as attuned. 

Your breath washed against him, his nasal cavity picking the strong sickly scent of jet on your tongue, he could taste you in the back of his throat. 

“Tell me if anything is too much, as much as I seem gruff, I do desire the lady folk having an equal amount of fun.” 

You hiccup and nod, “yeah I understand - yessir.” 

“You don't try your own stock, doc?” He tilted his head, carefully leading your jelly body to the bed. 

“Jet ain't my choice- I usually go for day tripper. Slows you down a lot more, so I do it during sunny days. Things change and you can enjoy a lot more “ you talked with your hands he often noticed, but here they flew without meaning, like a puppet with cut strings. 

“Mmm.” He mused, a sound of recognition. He shut the bedroom door, the low light of the sun spilling in dappled puddles through your window. He kicked off his boots, placed them in a corner and set his heavy overcoat and hat on a chair. 

“Once again, are you sure? Is this what you want?” 

He was hesitant to approach, leaning over you with one knee on the soft mattress. The springs creaked under the shift in weight. 

“You certainly know how to make a girl beg for it.” You joke, cracking a half grin. 

“Being a tease comes with the territory, sugar.” he tucked a curl behind your ear, cupping your cheek with the rough palm of his hand. He listened to your breath flutter; that hit of jet has fucked you up. 

The rusted iron bed frame creaked under his shifting weight, mindful of your soft limbs as he coaxed your legs apart to hang on his hips- Your hair bloomed outward on the pile of cotton and straw pillows. eyes laden with a hazy glow that reflected the golden light. 

Your breath fanned over his face- sweet, tangy and rich. Your tongue swiped in-between your cracked lips coating them with a coating of spit, they glistened in the low golden sun. 

Your hand, weathered from soil, caressed his cheek with all the gentleness of a rose petal. He crooned and leaned into you, you were much more inviting of his touch, a satisfied “hmph” as what remained if his lips landed on yours. 

Your hands found the back of his neck pulling I'm into you. 

You felt soft, curling around his jagged edges like water droplets on a sky light. His fingertips tingle with electricity.

 You huffed tilting your head slightly, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Your skin pooled with heat, his thumbs finding the underside of your breast. He cradled your tap dancing heart between two palms. Your lips found a clumsy rhythm; one that he found nostalgic. It was easy to imagine being young with you, you made it look effortless. 

You pushed him away- cheeks stained a bright rosy pink as you gulped down air like an odd looking fish. Curls laid on your cheeks sticking up on odd and random places, if he was a much kinder man he would've tucked a strand behind your ear, issuing kisses that traced to your nose. You cracked a warm, half-smile; your hand finding a place under his cheekbone. 

You wheeze out quickly, coughing up fumes of jet; sputtering like a broken down car. “Your name-” you finally got out, “I never got your name.” 

There was sincerity in your eyes, innocence even- perhaps a hope that this wouldn't be another one-night stand. 

Perhaps today… he would allow himself to fly too close to the sun. For once- to bathe in the bright warm of comfort, the wholeness of companionship; the milk of human kindness. 

“Cooper.” 

“Cooper.” The sound rang off your cherry pink lips held by ivory teeth and a fleshy velvet tongue. “Cooper.” 

“And yours?” He asked quietly. 

“Just doc is fine.” You purse your lips, the joy that rang off your tongue snapped close like a heavy lid of a jewelry box - hiding the treasures from sight. You formed a slight business-like manner to your tone. 

He nodded curtly, shifting on his elbows to drape himself over you once more. 

He worked the buttons of your shirt off. helping you out of the loose cotton shirt- he licked his lips intently. It was truly an oasis of flesh to his gaze. 

He whistled low, his fingers twitching and buzzing- aching even, just to get a feel of the soft warm skin beneath him. “Arnt you the prettiest thing I ever did see” his voice was a lowered rasp.

The warm sun pooled below your sternum and held your face dearly. The lace frame around your pillow held up your portrait. 

The bounty hunter listened to your heart beat away in its cage. He then sat back on his haunches and dragged his fingers down your sternum. 

“Such pretty, soft skin “  he cooed. The nail in his finger digging into the surface leaving a trail of raised skin behind it. You wiggle at the prickling sensation on your skin. What game was he playing? 

He took an inhale as his palms cupped your shoulders and scooted down your sides, repeating in an almost massage like motion. He repeated the same kneading motion with your chest, a low sigh coming from his lips. 

He was used to an exchange or dance of sorts when it came to these circumstances. A relief of hand, or the jingle of caps in some woman's back pocket. The road has taken a toll on his aspect of companionship, for once he found himself slightly stupefied except for the notion to touch you. 

You melted into his warm palms; your eyes fluttering shut into relaxation. 

“Are you comfortable Cooper?” You broached the awkward silence of sighs with unease. 

“Doing just fine sweetheart, you relax now.” the vaquero chides; flicking your nipple as a slight retort. You tense at the sensation though unpleasant as it is enjoyable. 

The ghoul unbuttoned his vest, tossing it aside and leaving him in that faded vault tec cowboy shirt and pinstripe trousers. He loosened the top few buttons of his shirt, a bit self conscious of his form without all these layers. You blink slowly, re-assembling to settle your thighs around his hips. His kisses smudged your lipstick, cupping your jaw in one hand- the other cradling the pillow behind your head. you lean into his egging, lifting your neck for his teeth to graze. 

His tongue was the first sensation. licking a stripe up your collar broke you out into simple goosebumps. You close your eyes against the sensation of him latching onto your skin. One of his hands caressed your chest, the other held your hip- squeezing it gently. He left indents and bruises to litter your skin, a mauve flush of patchwork on your neck. As His bites ran below the collar- he shifted position. He kissed down your chest, marking a spot right above a mole. Dipping his head lower His tongue swirled around a nipple taking it into his mouth. 

The other was treated to the same palming while his other hand busied itself by burying into his boxers. 

A bittersweet image flooded his mind. As a younger man himself, he would take many lovers. Holed up in some trailer room on a daybed, lips puffed and tight pencil skirt tossed to the wayside, it left you cloaked in a mussed bone white blouse with a bow at the neck. Dark black heels dug into the velvet beneath your ass. The tight stifled moans- the ferocity of your grip- the way you offered to not ruin his set costume. 

Your glasses would slide down your nose as he coos would split you wide open like a piece of log. 

These dalliances were savory before married life, a taste he'd like to try again. 

He found himself switching, adjusting hands, welcome to an exasperated sigh of frustration from your lips. 

“Cooper” sounded off like a prayer, the rock of an ocean wave as he navigated down your sternum. 

He hooked a finger under your waistband- you burned brighter than any field of irradiated waste. “Now's your chance miss.” he hummed, stroking the sides of the scrunched fabric. 

Much to his chagrin, you nodded. A warm sickly sweet feeling of familiar warmth crept up the walls of his stomach. Was it pride? Longing? 

Whatever it was, he stared down the barrel of his would be nose. He wet his lips like a wolf about to blow down a stick building- and certainly, most certainly, he would make a meal of the javelina inside. 

Carefully he unwrapped you, laid bare before him your skin bristled underneath the heat of his hand. He sighed again for emphasis, the flashes of you in that scenario warmed the back of his mind. 

Another indulgent idea as his fingers skimmed against your hip line. His brow furrowed as he watched your eyes flutter shut again. 

Chaps pushed to under his knee, boxers and Levi's still clung to his thigh. In this he was a bit older, the sleepy dream holding an air of youth from the way you bit down on his hand and hesitated to fully sheath yourself onto him. In quick staccato motions that angled for just the right spot sent your teeth sinking into his hand. Your legs shook slightly as the tip of your heel curved around his calf. A careful balancing act 

His hands traced patterns onto your clit absentmindedly- bowing down to steal a slow kiss every once in a while. He was careful, he wanted something decadent. 

He kneeled at the altar between your hips, for he was but a man. 

He bit down on the flesh of your thigh, prodding your entrance with a finger- he sucked at the indented wound. Lifting up your thigh he left marks underneath the skin of your butt. He worked on opening you up- sliding a finger into you easily. You held eye contact, rolling your hips against his thumb and hand, figured in a pinching motion. Just one tug of the thread and he had you spiraled out. 

The air was laden with the heavy silence that wasn't the crackle of an obscure motown album. He added a second, your body rippling out like a Newton's cradle at the sensation.

“Coop’ shit-” were the first words you said in a bit. 

“Talk to me babygirl, can only do so much while my hands are busy.” He curled his fingers massaging the spongy tissue beneath their tips. 

“Coop-!” you whine again, leaning into the hand that cupped your face. 

Your brow was furrowed in concentration- moving your toes to avoid the muscles of your leg locking in place. 

“Are we just fond of sayin’ my name, hm? C'mon pretty girl, tell me whatcha like me to do.'' He growled, kissing the corner of your mouth, the side of your nose, up to your furrowed brow.

He kissed back down your chest, kissing the flesh of your thighs. 

He began his game of chicken- cupping your back one thumb drawing circles into your sides. 

“Tell me.” He urged.

his lips drew near your throbbing clit heat pulsing in waves from your legs. 

“God, you're really having me do this?”  you puff up a bit, embarrassment settling into your skin. 

“Ain't no shame in being polite, sweetheart.” He chides “your parents teach you manners? Now am I gonna spell it out for you or what?” His tongue dipped between your folds; tracing light circles around the bundle of nerves. 

You hissed like a tea kettle, bending the knee for better access. “Please sir.” Your tone was condensed as you struggled to keep composure, or lest you break in your bed partner's nose a bit more. 

“Please what, be specific sweetheart.”  

 your warm palm squeezing the back of his head felt just right 

You swore under your breath, mustering the courage from the depths of your stomach, sacrificing your bruised pride in return. “please I'd like to- like you to eat me out.” 

“What a sweet girl, perhaps I'll reward her for being so polite, hm? What do you think doc.” He grinned, flashing the aged and manilla teeth in his maw. 

You deflate, nodding your head in almost defeat. 

The ghoul hummed in approval- his fingers once stilled began to tap dance happily against your inner walls. He wove himself into you, mouth latched firmly onto your clit- his dark blown eyes flashing up to your reddened face every once in a while. 

Your thighs framed his head. He had lifted one over his shoulder for better access to your core. Your legs hooked around his neck, trapping him closer. 

The sound of slurps made your stomach twist into hard knots. Contented and pleasured groans fell around you- sending small vibrations to your clit. You held onto his bicep, after a while he offered his other hand. 

To be eaten alive by another man was only discussed in the late hours of the evening. Cigarette smoke drawn from his teeth hissing away like a steam engine as you talked. You felt consented like one humming giant beast.

The cartilage of his nose bumped against your clit as he went to taste you. Squeezing the delicate fingers of yours pink, he pressed his hips into the mattress trying to relieve some pressure. 

“Coop’! holy shit-!” He felt your walls contract around his hand, clamping down in them. He was quick to remove himself leaving you sullen and empty 

Partially to stave off an orgasm from how nimble his fingers could be. Years worth of repairs means one getting good at tasks like sewing.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Can't have my baby spoiled yet.” Cooper tutted stealing a peck from your lips.

Your lips formed a whine as he sat back licking his fingers clean. “Ain't right if I can't have some fun too, hm? Ain't that right, sugar.” His lips twitched into a smirk as he unclasped his unruly belt wiggling down the rough denim over his ass and thighs. He splayed his legs and sat back on his haunches, eyes flicking back up. He wasn't bigger than average, but he was certainly thicker. A pert and red head with pulsing green veins that ran down the side. his legs and hips were surprisingly less marred than the rest of his body, resulting in just a light texture on his cock. 

“You're awfully quiet now sweetheart, see something you like?” He teased, prowling his way back up your form, his lips mapping the thin and light scars on your smooth skin. 

He slid his member along your folds bumping his head against your clit. “Ain't you just hot n’ bothered, hm sweetheart?” 

He could feel you trying to squeeze down around nothing desperately looking for something to work on your arousal with. 

“Roll over for me, pup.” This came out as a snarl, a harsh command from the sweetness he usually treated you with. He spat into his hand. Rubbing it along his shaft as a makeshift lube. 

You laid there ass exposed to the warm light. Your knees pressed into the mattress below.

The cowboy readied his condition to be that of a sour patch kid, enticed to show vulnerability but apprehensive enough to snap. A high emotional state for him.

He watched your ass bounce as you turned, your head cushioned by your pillows. You stared at him from behind. Those big eyes of yours would be the inevitable death of him. He filled a palm with your flesh squeezing it gently before quickly smacking it. 

The force made it jiggle again, the sounds of the slaps sounding sharp and sour. His warm hands palmed the fullness of your reddened ass rutting himself between your cheeks. 

“God I could just cum just like this, all over this gorgeous ass of yours.” Cooper sighed, bending forward for a better angle. 

“‘s your choice” your voice slurred- giving away the concentrated effort not to beg like a bitch in heat. 

His hand was quick, the slap left your skin tingling. “I don't take backtalk well miss. If there's something you want, we ask for it- politely. The ncr hadn't brought back the old worlds manners with it as well I see. I’ll make a respectable woman out of you yet.” 

You snorted, “ain't no manners when you were raised with a gun in your hand. I'm not a common whore from the strip. I'm an educated whore.”

“Damn right.” He growled with a swift serving of pain to your ass. He pinched it and jiggled it slightly. He stopped for a moment in a split decision, bowing his head and kissing the skin under his hand, “sorry.” heaving a sigh from the bottom of his chest. “ It's a shame this gotta end so soon.” 

“You don't have to go just yet coop’” you attempted to reassure the older man “you can stay at my place if you'd like. Didn't know you were having this much fun tossin’ the sack. Seemed…casual to me.” 

“I'm only human, ain't we supposed to be social creatures doc?”  his hands smoothed over your back. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, a peace offering beforehand. 

“ ‘pose so. Alright then, I don't get how this relates to you fucking me raw soon.” you teased, turning your head to the side of a pillow to gaze back at him, a slight coyness to your lowered lashes. 

“It ain't.”  his mouth fused mostly together into a wide and glistening smile, seemed a bit wider- cheeky almost. “Since you asked so nicely…” he trailed off, the head of his member rubbing against the folds of your entrance. “What was it you wanted? Gee I don't remember- maybe the radiation is getting to me after all- you're gonna have to remind me.” 

You shoved your hips back in a retort- trying to capture all of him just from the sensation of his members head prodding your entrance. 

“Oho!” He chuckled softly “getting feisty aren't we.”  You felt the warmth behind you fade. You looked back in confusion. The vaquero bowed, kissing a splotch of red on your ass. “Eyes forward, doc.” He commanded, and so his will, will be.  Behind you he rustled, searching for something, he hummed quietly once he found it, his lasso.  The ghoul fastened a hangman's knot at the end of the rope tying it between your ankles and knees. Another loop and knot at your hip then over a shoulder and under an arm. So when he pulled back he would pull all of you. He went back to rummaging, pulling a pair of stockings out of your sock drawer, loosely tying them around your wrists, an odd touch of care considering that the rope already bit at your skin. “Now are you gonna behave? Or must I do this the hard way. 

“I'll certainly try my best” you tilted your hips up, popping your back. “Can't promise much from one so ornery as myself.”

“Well then if you act up I'll just cum on your ass. Fair deal?” he spread your lips apart, broaching your entrance. His other hand dipped in front of you pressing down on your stomach to avoid initial cramping. 

You gasped and grit your teeth. “fair deal.” 

“Ain't you a gentleman then coop, your hands quite a nice temperature” 

“Thank you” he purred, adjusting his hips as he sank into you, “just the polite thing to do when you don't have lube.” 

His hand shifted to your clit, pinching gently at the sensitive nub. Heat bloomed like hot house poinsettias at your core. He grunted at your walls clasping down and memorizing everything about him. 

“Ain't you nice and tight.” The cowboy hummed, wiping at his brow. “This is gonna take forever if you don't relax.”

And oh God did you feel wonderful. Tight to the center with just a bit of friction enough to cling onto him. 

“Ain't much relaxing to do when you're pumped up on jet.” You lowered the floor of your stomach trying to accommodate his length.

“Ain't that so? Just looks like we’ll have to do some forcin’ huh?” He shifted his hips out ever so slightly and eased his way back in. Slow and comfortably, he manually stretches you out. You moaned out into the pillow beneath you, leisurely thrusts scraping against your walls. You clung to him like a glove, his balls merely tapped against your vulva. A warm soreness hit the back of your core as he tugged the rope down onto him.the fibers bit your sides, neck, and hips, searing their marks of claim onto you. He leaned forward, the sink slow but hitting the back of your cervix, your sex made a soft squishy sound as he hit hilt, panting like a feral mongrel dog. 

“God I hope this is what heaven feels like-” he sighed, rolling his hips. 

The cowboys sunburnt peach skin flushed a blotchy red around his cheeks. “m gonna come to visit more often- just to cum in this pretty hole of yours.” 

“You've got an awfully dirty mouth coop’” you teased, sneaking a smile behind the round of your ass. This wasn't the first time the older ghoul had asked for favors, but always always always he cried like it had. 

“not true, I followed my momma's instructions to brush my teeth every night” his grin peaked to the side. Hand quick as a flash landing itself on your rump, you let out a little oof. 

“your momma did a piss poor job then..”  You retort, lowering your chest to hit a more connected angle. 

His knees settled down in-between your thighs. Spread apart with the rough indented and textured skin of his bare skin. 

  He settled back in his calves, his hand lazily finding its way back to your clit massaging it in small pulses, pinched beneath his thumb and forefinger. 

With his hips settled back, the top of his head slid against one of your sweet spots, sending pulses like a fiddle string down your spine.

You burrowed deeper into the pillow, stifling the moans that threatened to spill from your lips. 

He held a hand to your side that was surprisingly gentle. He bowed his head and curled inward- kissing the small on your back. 

“This ok with you? May I get a little faster?” the ghoul has asked. 

You let out a grunt of approval, backing your hips fully on his member. At this pace you became playful lifting your hips at the last second, eeking soft whines of content through his teeth. He tipped his head back, coopers warm hands snuck under the rope to brace your hip.

“Agh, fuck.” The rasps he made ached in your throat. “Darlin I can't do this, flip over.” 

and so you did. 

Between his ribs there settles a faint green glow, like some sort of demented lightning bug. 

Cooper worked at getting the lower ropes off your legs allowing some freedom, but kept the ones that framed your chest. Your hand tied up to the bedpost like a malfunctioning bungee cord.

“There you are.” The ghoul cupped your cheek, his thumb drew small circles into its hollow. You laced your legs behind his calves as he entered again, precoating your walls with pre-come.the cowboys eyes became half lidded and fluttered, he was going insane just being inside you.  His hips were an attempt at a measured pace, speeding up every once in a while to keep you on your toes. 

The older man leaned down to kiss you, his lips and hands clung to you with a sense of rushed intimacy. The smell of your sweat clung to his rope and to his skin promising domesticated life of sorts, if he just stayed. 

You hitched your knees up above his hips, the edge of the bed thumping into the wall behind you. Cooper leveraged himself a bit more sinking in quickly making your thighs sting. 

 He quickly rutted his hips, the ghouls hands cupping your contorted face as clicks of irradiated sweat fizzed around you. 

You felt light headed, a dull throbbing pulsed through your mind. You could barely keep your eyes open to hold contact without them shutting or rolling back in their sockets. 

“Coop-” you whispered, “holy shit I'm close- you're gonna break me sweetheart -”

“Ain't that so? That's a shame hm? That you have to wait?” 

“No-” you whined, clenching your jaw “no please- coop- don't-” your mind ran like a panicked rabbit instinctively rocking your hips back down. Sticky sweat clung to you, droplets sidling down your hips like a rain shower. You sounded exhausted, covering up your eyes with an arm as you continued to mindlessly back into him

 His hand drew circles on your hip, moving up to your lower belly and pressing down. Cooper raised his arm up to wipe the sweat off his brow. 

“Want you to feel every little sensation.” His tone was staccato and clipped. “God you're so tight- enjoying yourself huh?” his smile grew as he watched you melt into a puddle before him.

“Coop-” something ripped out of the bottom of your chest, vicious and animalistic, you barred your teeth, squeezing around him taut as wire. 

The cowboy was relentless, teeth sinking down into the alcove of your neck monitoring the fogginess of your pupils 

The light flooding the windows with gold sunk down to a murky violet, a bright orange sun sitting center on the smoky horizon like an unfried egg.

“I'm so close, baby.” he pleaded in a soft tone “just a bit more.” 

Your grip tightens on him. “Coop I can't-” your sentences slur, your mind cramping from a quick release. Your walls pulse repeatedly. Your lips pull back, framing yellowed gritted teeth. 

He leans back, Pawing at your chest on his haunches. His hips patterned like a bumpy ride on a caravan, a two tap system as he stretched through the tighter ring near your cervix. Everything in his mind screamed to knock you up, a sham of the biological drive to have children and settle down. He would hope the call of domesticism would be satisfied by orgasm. A measly offering at best

He leans down, licking up the side of your chin and gathering a drop of sweat. He groaned softly, his hips jutting and staying there for a second. Your walls cramped down around him begging for another release. His hips slowed to an easy trot, keeping the pace steady and easy on your walls. His head curled into your neck, wheezing quietly like a ghoul on the verge of ferality. Cooper throbbed and pulsed, knotting his limbs into yours. You could feel every ridge and crease of him inside you, memorizing it like a map.the sides of your walls stung with arousal and numbness from overstimulation, it was a very fantastic and overwhelming sensation.The older man groaned into your ear as you squeezed down again on him. Completely entranced by the way you felt around him. His lower lip jutted out as he chewed at the side of it. His eyes were soft round and watery, bright white sclera seeped with yellow and red in their inner corners. The bed creaked softly underneath the relatively gentle rocking. The ghoul kissed up your neck, keening out into the crest of your ear. “God I think I may come sooner than expected” he grunted nibbling on the outer shell of your ear. He felt like he left orbit, and his skin set aflame. He set his body flush against yours, the lower half of his belly pressed against your clit. You flinched at the sensation, shooting lightning bolts down your thighs and heating up the already soggy air around you. Your legs peddled and extended down intending the sheets, flexing around his hips to tugging at the mix of stockings that held your arms back. Cooper's movements became a lot more quick and erratic, slamming himself down to sheathe his length fully, crying into the alcove of your neck, he shook as he wheezed our breaths of submission to the will of domesticity. He pushed his hips forward, the ropes of cum painted your walls. He pinched his lower base and jerked off into you, pressing everything into your folds. The ghoul then lowered his head and kissed you, the hiccuping sensation of rocking his hips back into yours due to a stimulant that was so salivating to him. 

“God, doc. What a trip, and what a treat you are.” 

“Have I made you a changed man, cooper?” you could barely keep your eyes open a fucked out sort of exhaustion taking hold 

The older man shrugged, “I'll sleep on it and consider.” 

He sighed, reaching over for a towel that lay on the ground and pulling out, and cleaning you up. He tossed the towel again, and landed himself next to you. “c'mere’ I'm not evil enough to leave you short handed.” He curled around you, his hand fitting in the crease of your hip. And that's where he stayed until dawn.

[fluffysourpatch]

Until the end of time my little ghoulette

Sodo x fem reader

Warnings: Sodo is a little cocky ass but softens slowly to our cutie ghoulette <3, bad english whoops sorry!

!1518 Words!

// Chapter IV //

I believe in you

It’s been an hour, since Gigi was with Sodo. He sighed, as he looked at his empty mug. “Damn” he muttered, standing up from his chair. “Maybe I was a little too harsh on her”, he sighed. He thought for a few seconds. “I think I should go and check on her and what she´s doing. Just in case…” He muttered, before leaving the room and walking through the hallway, searching for the ghoul girl.

Meanwhile Gigi was sitting on her chair and head on the desk sleeping, the red book Sodo gave her opened beside her and some notes for her to remember.

Sodo knocked on her door but no response, he opened the door and walked in. “She´s sleeping…” Sodo muttered to himself, as he put his hands behind his back and looks down on her. On her face he sees dried up tears. She cried? For a moment he felt guilt, guilt for making her cry but he ignored it and kicked her leg to wake her up “Wake up!” he said.

Gigi opened her eyes a little “Huh?” she looked around and stood up fast without noticing Sodo, “Oh no! oh no no! Why did I fell asleep?!” She slaps herself softly. “Stay awake!” she takes the notebook and starts to read.

She´s distracted. Exactly what Sodo wanted. He smiled slightly, as he came closer to her. There was a malicious smirk on his lip… A smirk of pure evil. He bent down on her, his head beside her ear and whispered “Finally decided to learn?” Gigi jumped and turned around her hand on her chest “Oh my! You scared me! What are you doing in my room?” she asked with widened eyes.

Sodo stood up and glanced at her as she spoke “Well I decided to see how you are, and found you sleeping rather than working… do you really need some punishment girl?” Sodo just raised his hand to put his hair back and as Gigi saw his hand raising her eyes widened, she stood up from the chair and curled herself on the ground, remembering what her mother and father did. “PLEASE NO! NOT AGAIN PLEASE!” she yells

Sodo´s eyes widened as he hears her yelling not again “again?” He seemed surprised. “Did someone else punish you before?” he asked. “It better not have been another teacher, or I will kick their ass” he said, before his look returned to normal. Gigi looked up at him with new tears, “M-m-my parents… They… They used to hit me and punish me every time when I did something wrong … and they abused me more when they found out I turned into a ghoul! Please… please just ... I don´t- “

He listened to her, shocked. “Parents hitting their kids?” He asked, almost in a whisper. “Your parents… hitting you?!” He looked at her, as he let it sink in. “How could they do that?”

“That´s ridiculous” He muttered to himself. “No one, should ever have to go through that. Especially a kid” He put his hands behind his back, not trying to scare her anymore. “I´m sorry… You shouldn´t have had to go through that”

Gigi listened to him and nods her head, still sitting on the ground hugging herself, but still looking a little scared of him. “You´ve been through a lot… Maybe I can go a little easy on you for now… But only once. You understand me?” Sodo said as he kneeled before her to be on eye level.

“I didn´t wanted to fell asleep I swear! I was reading and taking notes, I don´t know how it happened! I´m sorry!” Gigi said with tears rolling down her eyes. Sodo glanced at her and nods slowly. “Maybe you actually need some sleep” He replied, slightly amused. He stood up and extended his hand to her to help her, Gigi took his hand and raised up.

“Go get some rest Gigi…” he sighed as he walked to her door to leave the room but turned around again. “Oh, and if you wanna talk about… Your parents… I´m here. I know I´m your teacher and whatnot but… I am a good listener” He said as he smiled a little but then had his stoic face again “Now sleep” he grunted.

Gigi smiled at him “Thank you… but its okey, I don´t live with them anymore, I´m far away from them” Gigi said as she laid down on her bed. Sodo went out of her room and sighed, he walked away as he thinks. He´s been too harsh on her, she is a difficult girl but also a funny one. Not boring like the others, he knows. Also, she deserves another chance even if she gets him on his nerves sometimes…

She´s a sweet one…

Sodo stopped walking and his eyes widened. Where did that come from? Sweet one?! He shakes his head and ignores it as he walks to his room also to rest a little.

The next day, Sodo and Gigi meet again in the practice room.

“So, have you done what I told you to do?” Sodo asked her, as he looked at her. “I really hope you have” he crossed his arms Infront of his chest waiting for her. “Yes, I did what you told me!” Gigi said happily. “Good! Don´t you dare lie to me now young lady!” He grinned, putting his hands behind his back. “You´ve had it hard enough. I won´t let your past ruin your present as well” He smirked, as a hint of kindness showed up in his eyes, before grumping again. “But you gotta keep behaving and doing your work” he huffed “no exceptions!”

Gigi smiled and said “Yes sour- eh SIR”!

“Just Sodo. And you call me sour patch ONE MORE TIME, I swear to Satan, I´ll punish you” he glared at her as a smirk appeared on his lips. “Is that clear?”

Gigi giggled as she saluted to him “Yes Sodo, don´t worry I´ll behave!” Sodo muttered a whatever hoping she wouldn´t call him that nickname again. He glared at her, as a hint of annoyance came in his voice. “You´ll do better at your homework, right? Promise me you will” he said sternly.

Gigi glanced at him she smiles at him as she replies “I promise I will do better!” Sodo was surprised, but he didn´t show it. Her promise to do better really took him by surprise. “Good” he replied, as he put a hand on her shoulder “I believe in you Gigi, you can do it” A small smile appeared on his lips, for the first time, he seemed honest. “You´re gonna be a great ghoulette, I´m sure of it”.

Gigi´s eyes widened, never did she heard of someone having hope for her, that they believe in her… and that she would be great. Her parents never thought of her like this, they just hated her for who she was and what she is. They despised her, made her feel worthless. Even Sodo who hated her at the beginning, believes in her. She gives him a big smile her eyes sparkle with happiness. She bows at him “Thank you Sodo…” she said softly

“You don´t need to thank me, this is my job” he replied, smiling now. “But you´re a good ghoulette, Gigi. Don´t let anyone tell you otherwise, you understand? Even from me.” He grinned. “And you can always ask me for help, you got it? I always have an open ear for you. Anything goes”

Gigi nods and smiles at him she sat down on a chair her hands folded. “What are you gonna teach me now?” She asked as she tilts her head.

Sodo nodded, before giving her a page showing a music sheet. “Today we´re going to learn about the different notes in music, and how to play them with your instruments” he said, before smiling.

“Do you know what these are?” He asked, as he pointed to the different notes on the music sheet. “Have you ever played an instrument before today?” Gigi nods as she replies “Yes, I did, at home I learned the guitar by myself and uhm… When I found you guys, I was listening to your songs and started to play them on my guitar!”

Sodo seemed surprised that she was listening to the band, didn´t know that she does it. But shrugs it off as he continues to teach her the basics. “Let’s start with the basics, and then I’ll be moving you to a more advanced class, so you can finally show how good you are at music” He nodded, as he put a hand on her shoulder

“I believe in you”

He repeated again. That made Gigi happier and more confident to never stop trying anymore and has someone who believes in her now…

she doesn´t need her parents who never thought that she was someone… She was happy here. She doesn´t regret it running away at home… if she never did that. She never would have met Papa Copia and Sodo…

aka Sour Patch.

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Heyyooo, sorry for the long update i was so fucking lazy my gosh! but now here is the next chapter! i hope you love it <3

[fangbangerghoul]

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That Damn Rock

My Time at Sandrock fem!Builder Ghoul x Owen Ghoul and Owen finish their meal for the evening. WC: 1273 (since this is the final chapter, I allowed it to go over 1000 words) Chapter 3: Desert Moon

This fic is now complete! I hope you all enjoyed the short story from the MTAS universe! There will be more in the future!

Thanks again to @bearlytolerant for getting me obsessed with this game because it's a lovely palate cleanser!

Chapter 1: Take a Breather

Chapter 2: Let's Eat!

All links lead to Ao3 you can find the tumblr versions under the #mtas tag or search in my blog That Damn Rock.

The food was so much better than Ghoul expected as she finished the last scraps of noodles and bread off her plate. The full sensation within her stomach was welcoming and comforting after the past few days of small treats and snacks she had been able to consume. Owen had been long finished with his plate and was currently talking enough for the both of them. It ranged from the villagers within Sandrock and the ins and outs for all the local shops some of them owned. It was interesting to Ghoul how invested he was in this small town and she didn’t really have experiences that related to it. There were things she cared about for the most part like surviving, training both her combat skills and builder skills, but nothing like being so entwined with a larger community.

“Can I assume it was to your liking?” Owen changed the subject as he noticed she was just watching him with her cat-like yellow eyes. The question pulled her out of her current train of thought while her gaze was hyper focused on him.

“Yes!” She squeaked suddenly feeling the urgency to answer and not miscommunicate her satisfaction. “It was very good. Thank you again.” Her eyes drifted off him from embarrassment but she tried to keep her light smile while she looked away. This kindness was foreign to her much like his dedication to this town.

“There’s no need to thank me!” His warm voice bolstered with genuine joy. “You have been a vital part in rebuilding Sandrock. The least I can do is cook you a nice meal.” Owen smiled, flashing the white of his teeth that contrasted his warm toned skin.  

“Ah, I don’t think I have done very much so far.” Her voice drifted off a bit in self-consciousness and Owen narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t be ridiculous. The last builder would not have gotten half of what you have done within the time frame you have! And don’t get me wrong, Mason was well appreciated but having the likes of you and Mi-an has been refreshing.” Owen persuaded Ghoul and she just nodded slowly to agree. He was a nice person even if she didn’t always take what he said to heart. Owen moved to get up and as he moved himself from the table, he started to gather the plates. Ghoul begun to do the same but he held his hand out to stop her from getting up.

“I got it. Enjoy a few more minutes of rest and then I will walk you back over to your shop.” He said it almost like a command and it had Ghoul raise an eyebrow her instinct to defy shivered up her spine. She ultimately decided to listen and leaned back into her place on the couch and watched him as he delicately balanced the dishes in his one arm. Ghoul thought about how the gentleness of his moments contrasted to how he swung her pickaxe earlier today and it made the center of her belly tingle. She immediately tried to shrug off the thought and forced her eyes to look around the Saloon as a whole. The décor, the layout, and the stage that was slightly behind her to the right. She had yet to attend any of the event nights that happened at the Blue Moon Saloon but she heard that Owen would occasionally tell stories to the crowd that would gather.

Ghoul knew overall she was enjoying herself even if the lingering anxiousness of needing to complete her tasks of the day loomed in the back of her mind. She tried not to feed that part of her too much attention and take Owen’s advice to enjoy a few moments of rest. Ghoul had a bad habit of working until it was the only thing within her focus. She hadn’t spent much time since coming to Sandrock to socialize as much as the people expected but there have been some run ins with Fang, Qi, and Venti. Perhaps she needed to adjusted her schedule and take a page out of Owen’s book, she thought.

“After you.” Owen spoke into existence and she was startled a bit by his arrival. She hadn’t realized how lost in thought she had gotten again and when she flinched Owen had a small grimace on his face. “I didn’t think I was that quiet. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Ghoul waved it away to communicate it was nothing to worry about as she exited the booth. Her short stature was exaggerated when she stood next to Owen. She knew he couldn’t help how tall he was but his broad shoulders and height made it feel like he loomed over her a bit. Ghoul smiled at him and then led them out of the Saloon with Owen slightly jogging ahead to open the door.

“Thank you.” She responded as she went ahead into the cool desert air. The stars lit up the sky and in the distant you could see clouds with heat lightning dancing about. Owen was right behind her and she could feel his closeness on her back. She looked up to see he was also looking at the sky for a moment appreciating the vastness of it.

“It’s nice.” She broke the silence and while she continued to look between the sky and him, she caught another warm smile from Owen as he looked down at her.

“It is.” He said softly in agreement but his eyes did not look back at the sky. She felt her cheeks start to flush and immediately looked ahead and started to walk back to her shop. Owen’s boots trailed loosely behind her, giving her space while also staying close enough to be able to say they were walking together. They arrived at her shop within a few minutes which was expected, considering their places were across from each other.

“Wait here for a moment.” Ghoul told him as she climbed over her fence to where a chest was sitting. She popped it open and started to rummage through it fiercely looking for something in particular. After a few moments of the sound of rummaging and her quietly cursing from her lack of organization she hopped back on the fence this time sitting on top of it. Ghoul held out her hand and waited for Owen to open his to receive it.

“What’s this?” He asked as he stepped closer to her. There eyes were for once on the same level and she gave a coy smile.

“A thank you gift, take it.” She demanded so he couldn’t refuse like she knew he wanted too. He let her drop it into the palm of his large hand and her fingers lingered on his palm for a moment before drawing her hand back.  He looked at it and a hearty laugh came from his chest.

“Rubber? I think I can find use for this.” He said amused at her small gift but it was an appreciative smile which eased Ghoul’s anxiousness.

“Good.” She said with triumph in having to repay the debt of his meal. Ghoul knew he wouldn’t have expected it, but she had to for her own conscious. She heard the grit of sand underneath Owen’s boot and before she could see what he was doing she felt his warm hand cup her face and his soft lips on hers. The moon never seemed so bright in the night sky as she closed her eyes and accepted the soft gesture and breathed in the scent of herbs, spice, and lovely sandalwood.

[luciferscowgirl]

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My most recent/ongoing work:

Never to Return - Catholic virgin fem OC x Cardinal Copia (finished, chapters 60/60) SMUT INCLUDED

Andiamo a Roma! - (chapters 3/?) Copia shows Alice how beautiful his home is. Apart from exploring all the different sights there, Alice explores her bratty side and gets paid for it.

(If you want to be included in a tag list concerning this ongoing series, hmu!)

My most recent one shot: here

My most recent Ghostober 2024 drabble: here 🔞

My series:

Never to Return - stories of Alice and Cardinal Copia - a collection of side stories within the Never to Return universe

Never to Return (chapter 1-60) 🔞

The day after - (chapter 1/1) Copia and Alice aren’t quite sated yet 🔞

All Hallow’s Shenanigans - (chapters 4/4) It’s Halloween! And Alice and Copia celebrate the high life over there at the Ministry… 🔞

Andiamo a Roma! - (chapters 3/?) Copia shows Alice how beautiful his home is. Apart from exploring all the different sights there, Alice explores her bratty side and gets paid for it. 🔞

Dom Cardinal Copia:

In the name of Distraction - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he is a brat tamer in this.)

La piccola morte - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he helps you deal with a bad dream in his own ways.)

You and Me and the Devil makes Three - 2nd person fem POV x fem oc x Cardinal Copia (he likes to watch you watch him. A threesome.)

“This might’ve been a little bit too much” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is not amused and he’s going to punish you for it.)

“Mangiamo!” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a bit switchy in this, but that’s your fault.)

One Morning with Cardinal Copia - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a soft dom in this, and he woke up horny.)

Lay all your Love on me - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (flash fic. He’s a soft dom and makes sure to kiss you properly before he goes all the way)

Morning Indulgence - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (a lovely somno fic. You wake up needy for the Cardinal. Soon, the two of you are busy waking each other up.)

Showtime - 2nd person fem POV x Papa/Cardinal Copia (established relationship. Copia is a lil jealous and wants to show you who you belong to. He also likes boxing, as it seems.)

One out of Three - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia x Special Ghoul (established relationship with Cardinal Copia. You two are getting a little freaky with a Ghoul. Copia takes the reins in this little adventure of yours. It’s also very gay in a way.)

Your Infernal Majesty - 3rd person fem x Cardinal Copia/Dracopia (CW/TW: NonCon stuff! | Year 1350. A young, untouched woman follows the mysterious Cardinal back to his mansion out of sheer curiosity, and what happens is something she is not going to remember.)

The Wedding - 2nd person fem x Cardinal Copia (TW/CW: mentions of alcohol consumption. | Basically the two of you attend a wedding and get freaky in public. Established relationship. Copia talks dirty. He teases. He edges. He’s a sexy asshole in this one.)

Little Miss Innocent - 1st person fem pov x Cardinal Copia (oc is super bratty. Kind of a rage fuck. Copia is upset and makes her pay for it.)

Play The Way You Feel It - 2nd person fem pov x Cardinal Copia (CW/TW: dubious consent! | Copia is plagued by some dreams he’s been having. His fleshlight isn’t enough to mend the yearning…)

Sub Cardinal Copia:

An ice-capped Fire - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is a whiny, pleading little whore in this short one shot.)

Divine you feel my Thrust - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s whiny again. And also, you indulge in some nice butt stuff.)

In return, you gave them Hell - Copia‘s POV x 3rd person female OC (power struggle. It contains some pole dancing. And restraints.)

Papa Emeritus IV:

For a Minute - 2nd Person female POV x Papa Emeritus IV (let’s find out what happens on that couch during Miasma, huh? Disclaimer: possible ghovie spoiler)

Ficlets:

Letters from the Cardinal - Cardinal Copia POV x 2nd person gen. (Copia writes you a letter while he’s away on tour. Please be so kind and open it, he’s yearning and needs you to read it.) M-Rated.

Ghostober 2024 by Hysteric_Muse - little one shots that follow Muse’s prompts all throughout October! You’ll find various SFW and NSFW drabbles in there.

Fics with more than one chapter:

If I could turn back the Time… - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (my first fic ever. Never intended to write more than one part. I add to them whenever I see fit. // Reader basically meets her old flame after ten years of not having been able to see him.)

Until you’re Mine - 2nd person fem POV x Dracopia ! (Reader goes on an adventure to meet the Cun-, the Count and it’s oddly Bram Stoker’s Dracula coded.)

Never to Return - 3rd person catholic virgin OC POV x Cardinal Copia (Alice is a catholic woman who lives a pious life, well, does she really? Because one errant night, she meets a mysterious, satanic man who’s gonna help her with exploring new shores…)

The Wedding - 2nd person female POV x Cardinal Copia (The Cardinal and you are invited to your cousin’s wedding. Copia didn’t want to go, but after a little negotiation you managed to bring him with you. You didn’t think he’d actually do what he wanted to do, though…)

My Wattpad account:

I’m slowly but surely transferring all my fics from Wattpad to AO3 so there might still me some which I haven’t uploaded on AO3 yet, like this one for example.

Copia is quite the violent dom in there.

Thank you all for reading my silly little stories! 💓💓💓

Here’s a photo of the man I am definitely not obsessed with 🤥:

[et7432]

Tourist Trap

Klaus Mikaelson x FEM! OC

Summary: A young woman, new to New Orleans, goes on a vampire tour and unknowingly captivates a mysterious stranger. Drawn to her, he quietly joins the group, his intentions as shadowy as the city itself.

Word Count: 4783

As the evening blanketed New Orleans in an array of soft purples and crimson hues, Eleanor waited for her tour to begin.

The restless woman shifted her weight from foot to foot, her impatience growing as she waited for the tour guide. They were already behind schedule and she couldn't understand why they weren't here yet.

This ritual was sacred to Eleanor, a cherished tradition passed down from her mother. Whenever they found themselves in a new city, they would embark on a supernatural tour, exploring the hidden mysteries and secrets of each place. It was their unique way of getting to know the town better. But this time, Eleanor was going alone for the first time. After graduating college, she had made the bold decision to move to New Orleans, despite her mother's protests about the cost of living there. She couldn't resist the allure of this mysterious city, and she was determined to uncover its secrets on her own. As she walked through the crowded streets, she could feel the energy and history pulsing through every building and alleyway. This was her journey now, and she was ready to embrace it with open arms.

Silent anticipation hung in the air as the tour guide, dressed in a striking gothic black costume adorned with silver chains and spikes, emerged from the shadows. In one hand, they carried a vintage gas lantern that cast a dim flickering light around them. The crowd huddled closer together, eager to hear the stories that were about to be told. The tour guide's dark eyes scanned the group introducing themselves as Madame Esme before starting their eerie tales of ghosts and ghouls lurking in the city's oldest buildings. They spoke with such passion and conviction, it was hard to tell if they were simply acting or truly believed in the supernatural. Either way, they had captured everyone's attention and sparked a sense of curiosity and fear within each person standing before them.

"We can begin this tour of terror, unless you'd rather turn back now. The choice is yours, but once we start, there's no going back," Madame Esme warns with a sly smile.

Eager eyes scanned the surroundings, from left to right and back again, but not a single person dared to break free from the tightly packed crowd. With a commanding voice, Madame Esme spoke, her words hanging in the air like a call to adventure. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to begin our journey." The anticipation was palpable as the group slowly started moving forward, their feet shuffling along in unison, ready for whatever lay ahead.

Underneath the iron lampposts draped with Spanish moss, their silhouettes moved like ghosts themselves. The city's streets seemed to be alive and whispering ancient secrets as they passed a series of grandiose mansions that bore witness to New Orleans' storied past. Eleanor could feel her heartbeat synchronizing with the rhythm of the city; every cobblestone and shuttered window felt mysteriously familiar.

Madame Esme, with a dramatic flourish of her hand, pointed towards an opulent building nestled in one corner. "Beware," she warned in a hushed tone, "for it is said that vampires reside here. One wrong step and you may lose your neck." Laughter rippled through the crowd, some brushing off the warning while others shivered with a mixture of fear and excitement. But Eleanor remained pensively silent, unable to believe in such fantastical creatures despite Madame Esme's tales. The building loomed over them, it's dark windows seeming to hold secrets and dangers within. Eleanor couldn't shake a strange feeling that they were being watched by something unearthly in that moment but she brushed it off as being caught up in the emotions of the tour.

Unbeknownst to her a figure had silently been watching them from his perch on a dark wrought iron balcony above Klaus was watching everything unfold. His lips unfurled into a smirk at Madame Esme’s comment - He couldn't recall the last time someone had even dared to come within arm's reach. It had been so long that he almost forgot what it felt like to have a neck in danger of being lost. Almost.

He lifted the heavy crystal whiskey glass to his lips, the liquid inside a deep red that matched the coating on his tongue. The aroma of iron and alcohol filled his nostrils as he took a sip, relishing in the taste of fresh blood against his palate.

Klaus had grown accustomed to seeing Madame Esme, the self-proclaimed master of fables and tales, weave falsified stories about his kind. He absentmindedly glanced down at a brochure that a tourist held in his hand, advertising 'Vamp Nights: A Nocturnal Tour'. His interest was piqued even further by the irony of it all - unsuspecting tourists eagerly signing up for a tour of ghostly haunts, completely unaware that they were currently sharing space with one such entity in the darkness just beyond their reach. With a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Klaus marveled at how easily fiction blended with reality in this world of illusions and make-believe.

Madame Esme's voice rang out over the eager crowd, her words dripping with both fear and fascination.

The woman spreads her arms towards the shadowy establishment before them, a twisted grin spreading across her lips. "This," she hisses, her voice laced with excitement, "is where they come to quench their thirst for blood." She pauses, relishing in the shock and fear radiating from her companions. "A den of monsters," she spits, her eyes blazing with sinister glee as she awaits their reaction.

As she leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a hushed tone, “They snatch people off the streets and drain them of their blood, keeping them as personal supply.” Eleanor's eyes widened with both fear and fascination at the thought.

Whispers rippled through the onlookers as they imagined the eerie reality of such a place, a shiver running down their spines. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of danger, making it impossible to look away from the mysterious building in front of them.

A smirk dances on Klaus's face, his brows arching in amusement at the woman's dramatic display. She is cluelessly trapped in an outdated narrative - one where vampires are savage beasts that prey on unsuspecting humans. The reality, however, is far more complex and intriguing: they are not only astute hunters but also charismatic leaders who have human followers willingly sacrificing their blood. He chuckles lightly, his teeth grinding subtly as he resists the temptation to reveal his fangs in response to her ignorance.

Klaus's gaze swept over the throng of humans, a sea of faces blurring into insignificance. His attention was abruptly arrested as it landed on a woman standing slightly apart from the crowd. Her long hair shimmered like molten gold under the dim lights, flowing down her back in soft waves that danced with every slight movement she made. An ethereal aura seemed to surround her, setting her apart from the rest of the mortal beings around her.

She was different, he noted. It wasn't just her physical appearance but something more profound and alluring. The way she listened to every tale spun by their guide held an intensity that suggested a deep thirst for knowledge rather than fear or mere curiosity. Each question she asked was laced with genuine wonderment, not dread or apprehension like most humans who learned about his kind.

Humans were fleeting creatures to Klaus, their lives mere blinks in his eternal existence. Yet this woman had ensnared his attention in a way no one else ever had before. She seemed trapped within an hourglass frame and time stopped for him at that moment.

Suddenly, he realized that the tour group had moved on without him and he was left alone amidst the pulsing nightlife of New Orleans. He felt an unfamiliar pang of disappointment as he lost sight of the golden-haired woman amidst the crowd.

Driven by an inexplicable urge to find her again, Klaus pushed through a room filled with his kind indulging in their dark desires - vampires quenching their thirst with human blood - completely oblivious to his presence or his sudden departure.

He emerged onto the crowded streets of New Orleans, searching for that unique aura among mundane mortals. He didn't understand why he was doing this; it went against everything he stood for and yet there he was – hunting not for blood but for a connection with someone who intrigued him beyond comprehension.

Through the labyrinth of blues bars and vibrant street performances, he strode with unswerving devotion. Bourbon Street drank him down in a dizzying frenzy of painted ladies, giggling tour groups clutching frosty Hurricanes - their lurid green glows deepening the shadows beneath cast-iron balconies bursting with flowers.

In the midst of blaring horns and crowded streets, Klaus’s heart beat in time with a familiar melody - hers. As he walked, the sound pulsed through his veins like a clock maker fine-tuning his masterpiece. It was her music, more powerful than any band playing in dimly lit clubs, that filled him with a sense of urgency to find her again.

The streets of New Orleans were alive with the sounds of jazz and the chatter of tourists. Ignoring the distractions, he pressed forward, his focus solely on finding her. He navigated through the crowded sidewalks with determination, his eyes scanning every face for a glimpse of this woman. The warm air was thick with the scent of Cajun spices and sweat, but he hardly noticed as he weaved through the excited crowds in anticipation of their reunion.

With a sly grin, he searched the crowd until his eyes landed on her - the stunning beauty among the tour group. He effortlessly maneuvered his way into their midst, determined to make her his for the night.

As Klaus approached the woman, he spoke in a hushed tone, his words dripping with insincerity.

"I hate that I’m late to this," he lied trying to sound disappointed, causing her to abruptly spin around and face him. Eleanor's heart fluttered as she caught sight of the man before her - unbelievably attractive, with his perfectly styled blond hair gelled into place, long and luscious eyelashes framing his piercing gaze, and plump red lips that seemed to beckon for a kiss.

His alluring accent rolled off his tongue, a hint of English in his seductive tone - her absolute favorite. She couldn't help but admire his sharp jawline and chiseled features, which were accentuated by the dim light of the street lamps. Her expression betrayed her thoughts as she struggled to maintain her composure in the presence of this handsome stranger.

He caught her eye, a sly smile playing on his lips. She couldn't help but take in every inch of him, her gaze lingering on his toned muscles. He knew she was admiring him, just as he had hoped she would.

Her words tumbled out in a tangled mess, laced with unmeaning accusations and judgement. "Are you meant to be a part of this tour tonight?" she queried, the words escaping her lips in an unplanned rush. Klaus merely inclined his head affirmatively.

"I generally steer clear of such expeditions - they strike me as rather trivial," he confessed, his voice carrying a note of nonchalance. He paused for effect before adding, "But then again, who's to say? Perhaps there's a grain of truth lurking beneath these tales," he suggested with a smoothness that belied the uncertainty of his statement. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Eleanor couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right about this man’s behavior.

"I forgot to introduce myself," he suddenly spoke again, his voice soft yet confident. "I'm Klaus."

His words caught her off guard and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for judging him so quickly. She hadn't even offered her own name in return.

"Eleanor," she replied curtly, not wanting to give him any indication that she found him charming. But her facade didn't seem to faze Klaus as he flashed her a charming smile.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he said with a wink, causing Eleanor's cheeks to flush with heat. She could feel her resolve weakening under his gaze and it frustrated her.

As the tour group continued down the old, winding streets, Eleanor scoffed and rolled her eyes. She traced her fingers along the rough edges of the ancient stone buildings, feeling their weight and solidity beneath her fingertips. "These stories must be made up," she said with a dismissive huff to the handsome stranger walking next to her. The tour guide's voice droned on in the background as she shook her head in disbelief. "It's all just for show," she muttered, unimpressed by the supposed history of the city.

Klaus's voice was laced with equal skepticism as he challenged her, "Why do you doubt the existence of Vampires?" His hand brushed against hers and for a moment, a shiver ran down her spine as if confirming that they were indeed surrounded by centuries of legends and secrets.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, surprised by his direct question. "Well, for starters, vampires are creatures of fiction. They don't actually exist," she replied confidently, crossing her arms over her chest.

Klaus chuckled softly, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that so love? And yet you're on a tour about the supposed hauntings and legends of New Orleans."

Eleanor felt a slight flush creep up her neck as she realized the irony in her argument. But she quickly composed herself and retorted, "I'm here for the history and culture of this city, not for silly tales."

Klaus tilted his head to the side, studying her with a seemingly genuine interest. "But don't you find it fascinating? The possibility that there could be supernatural beings living among us?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes again, feeling annoyed at how easily he seemed to be taunting her beliefs. "There's no proof of that," she argued stubbornly.

Klaus chuckled again and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. "Perhaps I can show you some proof myself," he said with a hint of seduction in his tone.

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat at his words and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him despite her better judgment. But she quickly shook off the feeling and scoffed at him. "Please, spare me your cheesy lines."

Klaus simply grinned at her response and straightened up his back as they walked in sync. They continued walking through the streets, Klaus kept provoking Eleanor with subtle hints about the existence of vampires and other supernatural creatures. Despite herself, Eleanor found herself listening intently to everything he said and secretly enjoying their banter, basically ignoring the tour all together.

Madame Esme's swift footsteps came to an abrupt halt in front of a grand mansion nestled within the French quarter. Its tall, foreboding structure seemed to loom over them, its darkened windows appearing as ominous eyes peering into the hearts of those who dared to approach it. The group huddled closer together, whispers of fear and curiosity passing through them like a wave.

"I hope everyone has enjoyed this tour," Madame Esme announced, her voice carrying a hint of finality. "For this will be our last stop for the evening." Disappointed murmurs spread throughout the crowd as they exchanged glances with one another. Klaus and Eleanor, lost in their own world, seemed to have missed the announcement. But Madame Esme was not one to tolerate rudeness and cleared her throat loudly, causing Eleanor to jump in embarrassment at being caught so blatantly absorbed in Klaus' company. The grand mansion before them exuded an air of mystery and intrigue.

The mansion's weathered brick exterior was cloaked in a luxuriant tapestry of Spanish moss, which had been permitted to flourish freely over countless seasons and generations. The grand balconies of ornate cast iron, reminiscent of the French Quarter's distinct architecture, reached out towards the endless expanse of cerulean sky above, seeming to puncture it as they offered refuge for a multitude of twittering songbirds. There was a cryptic charm about this place - an immense shadowiness veiled behind extravagant affluence. A sudden hush descended upon them all, which only served to amplify their senses - each murmuring zephyr through the semi-exposed trees encircling the mansion resounded more ominously against Eleanor's already amplified anticipation.

Her eyes, having returned from celestial heights, locked onto Klaus's. His gaze sparkled with a devilish allure, hidden beneath thick, dark lashes. It was as if he possessed the power to peer into her very essence, yet he cloaked himself in an intoxicating veneer of respectability. The tension between them was palpable; a delicious dance of desire and restraint.

"Let me introduce you..." Madame Esme finally broke free amidst rising tension catching hold onto speculations threading hushed conversations running wild intruding excited chatter cutting abruptly silent among tour members caught off guard "...to Maison de la Lune Sang," she gestured grandiosely toward towering formidable sight casting long vague shadows farther than eye can fathom "the jewel crown keeping New Orleans' unnatural history alive."

Her voice takes on a hypnotic tone, luring both locals and tourists alike with each word. Every breath is held captivated as she speaks, her eyes shining with an otherworldly intensity. "Legend has it," she begins, drawing in her audience closer, "that this property still belongs to a family of ancient vampires. They have maintained ownership for centuries." The crowd leans in, entranced by the tale of immortal beings who have walked among them for generations.

Eleanor's lips curl into a smirk, her arms folding across her chest as the tour guide's words wash over her. "Here we go again," she murmurs, her voice laced with an enticing mix of cynicism and amusement.

"Still not a believer?" Klaus' voice is low and husky beside her, his words dripping with playful challenge. His laughter rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends a shiver down Eleanor's spine.

"I refuse to succumb to such absurd fantasies," she murmurs, her voice dripping with a beguiling self-assurance that electrifies the space separating them. A wave of anticipation surges through Klaus, an untamed yearning to shatter her skepticism regarding the reality of vampires. The delicate enchantress is perilously near his tantalizing trap. Madame Esme continues the tale of a supposed vampire family. “The bloodline dates back to the first recorded history of New Orleans. They are said to dwell

within these imposing walls during the day, appearing after the sun sets to wander amongst mortals.”

Shivers broke out amongst the crowd, even while some laughed dismissively at the notion.

Eleanor spared a sideways glance at Klaus, his face impassive, a perfectly crafted mask of indifference. Yet his eyes glinted with a challenge and beneath the cool facade, there simmered an intensity that was impossible for Eleanor to ignore. Without realizing it, she found herself holding her breath as he turned his gaze towards her.

"You're not scared, are you?" He teased her lightly, his lips stretching into a half-smirk that seemed to hold secrets only he knew.

Eleanor rolled her eyes and crossed her arms tighter across her chest, feigning exasperation. And yet there was a tiny prickle of excitement tickling at the back of her mind. A sense of danger intermixed with adventure was playing out right in front of her.

"I'm not a believer of tall tales," she replied, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Ah!" His laughter echoed through the silence that had fallen over the crowd. "But tales always hold some measure of truth."

Eleanor met his assertion with a skeptical huff just as Madame Esme resumed speaking about an unfortunate history of mysterious disappearances and events surrounding the mansion. Strangely enough, with every passing minute under the eerie shadows of Maison de la Lune Sang and under the addictive spell of Klaus's presence, Eleanor found that she wasn't quite ready to return to sanity and reason just yet. Maybe because it was all too unreal, or maybe because reality was too dull in comparison.

Something about this night, about the strange tales, and the captivating stranger beside her made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time.

"And so," Madame Esme halted, allowing a heavy silence to fill the room as tangible as fog rolling in from the bayou. She pivoted, her gaze piercing through the wide-eyed crowd held in her thrall, a cunning grin playing at the edge of her mouth. "Keep your wits about you, my dear ones. This city is more than just a pulsating heart of jazz and sweet beignets. Hidden beyond these weathered walls are entities that defy our understanding." Her words sent a shock wave through those gathered, many gripping their companions tighter, their minds spinning into an abyss of potential horrors lurking in the twilight's gloom. “Let’s pray for an uneventful night and accept my thanks for embarking on this moon-drenched exploration of New Orleans’ vampire lore.” The crowd cheered for her as she took a bow. Some people began to disperse while others lingered, chatting excitedly about the tales they had heard.

Eleanor scoffed once more but this time there was a noticeable lack of conviction in it. She turned towards Klaus, ready to refute the ridiculous folklore presented to them only to freeze mid-sentence. Klaus had been watching her intently throughout Madame Esme's tale and his gaze was unsettlingly intense. It wasn’t the playful banter that had been their game since they met earlier. This was different- darker and more dangerous.

"Still not a believer?" He repeated his question earlier, his voice dropping into a whisper that sent an involuntary shiver down Eleanor’s spine. His facial expression was impossible to decipher adding another layer of intrigue to his already mysterious persona.

“Why are you so eager for me to believe?” Eleanor asked, her doubts shadowing her tone. Her insides jumbled at the slight curl of his lips- a smile that was far from innocent but dangerously inviting.

“Because,” Klaus paused, leaning in so close that Eleanor could feel his breath fan across her face. She held her breath, the rational part of her screaming to step back, but something about his magnetic aura kept her rooted in place. "Sometimes," he continued in a faint whisper, "truth is stranger than fiction, dear Eleanor."

As he withdrew from their intimate closeness, leaving Eleanor staggeringly breathless in his wake, the grand old mansion looked more ominous than ever against the backdrop of the darkening sky where stars had begun to twinkle.

"Why linger, Eleanor?" Klaus' voice was a low, sultry murmur, each syllable enclose around her like wisps of smoke. His eyes, dark and bewildering, held hers with a teasing dare. "If you're so certain all this is mere fantasy, why haven't you made your exit yet?"

A devilish grin traced itself onto Klaus's face, his eyes glinting with an almost predatory mischief. "Could it be," he drawled out, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Eleanor's spine, "that you're secretly pining for a glimpse of the supernatural?"

Eleanor chuckled lightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was magnetic, pulling her in. "Perhaps I am," she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.

As he took a step closer, Eleanor could feel the heat of his presence engulfing her. The air crackled with tension, and she found herself unable to look away from him. His hand reached out, gently trailing a finger along her jawline, sending shivers down her spine.

"Do you want to experience what it’s like?" Klaus's voice was a low, sultry murmur that caressed the night air. Eleanor felt her heart flutter, racing to beat out a rhythm wild as untamed horses at his enticing proposition. "Experience what?" she managed to stutter, her words punctuated by an uneasy titter that slipped through her lips. A cocktail of fear and thrill bubbled within her, its intoxicating essence coursing through her veins like a vintage wine.

A wickedly charming smile curved Klaus's lips, his eyes shimmering under the moon's silver glow.

With a speed that was both startling and thrilling, he had Eleanor pinned against the coarse brick wall bordering the imposing mansion. Eleanor’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process his vampire quickness which left her both stunned and electrified.

The others on the tour were long gone, leaving them completely alone at this moment.

A soft, ethereal glow emanated from Klaus's eyes, transforming them into molten pools of gold that left her breathless. "This... this can't be possible," Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination.

Klaus leaned in closer, his enticing scent enveloping her. A smirk played on his lips as he murmured, "And yet, my dear Eleanor, you've spent the entire evening insisting that such enchantments belong only in fairy tales." His words were a seductive caress against her skin, making her heart flutter uncontrollably.

As Klaus's lips hovered tantalizingly close to Eleanor's, a rush of conflicting emotions surged through her. Fear mingled with an inexplicable thrill, sending a jolt of anticipation down her spine. She was acutely aware of the dangerous allure Klaus possessed, a magnetism that seemed to draw her closer despite the warning bells ringing in her mind.

With a sudden clarity, Eleanor realized that she was teetering on the edge of a precipice, caught in a dance between reality and fantasy, between the mundane world she knew and the seductive unknown Klaus represented. The air around them crackled with an undeniable tension, a palpable energy that seemed to bind them together in a web of anticipation and desire.

As Klaus's gaze burned into hers, a silent question hung between them, unspoken yet understood. In that suspended moment, Eleanor made a choice, a daring leap of faith into the unknown depths of her own desires.

Eleanor closed the gap between them in one quick movement, her mouth meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as Klaus's lips devoured hers. She could feel his body heat radiating onto her, his controlled yet intense movements sending both exhilaration and fear through her body.

As she felt Klaus pull back slightly, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation, Eleanor was powerless to resist him. The alluring spell he had cast over her was too strong to break.

With a low growl of satisfaction, Klaus deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth with an intoxicating skill. Eleanor's senses were overwhelmed as she lost herself in the heady rush of pleasure, her hands instinctively tangling in Klaus's hair.

Eleanor felt the solid strength of Klaus's torso through the thin fabric of his shirt, a tantalizing pressure that ignited an intoxicating thrill within her. As they pressed into each other, the world around them seemed to dissolve into irrelevance, their feverish hunger for each other consuming all else.

Just when she felt as if she was about to be engulfed by this overwhelming desire, Klaus pulled away with a suddenness that left Eleanor gasping for breath and grappling to regain her equilibrium. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to comprehend what had just transpired between them.

A deep, amused chuckle resonated from the depths of Klaus's chest, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Oh, Eleanor," he teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "You were so adamant about not believing in vampires. Did you really think I wouldn't rise to the occasion?"

At his words, an understanding washed over Eleanor - this was all part of Klaus's tantalizing game. Even though she realized she was being cunningly manipulated like a pawn in his supernatural world, she found herself powerless against the magnetic pull of his captivating gaze.

Klaus's eyes twinkled with an impish spark as he leaned in closer once more. His voice was as smooth as aged whiskey as he murmured into her ear, "Shall we continue our little escapade?" The sensation sent tremors rippling down her spine like icy droplets cascading down sun-warmed skin.

She knew she should resist, protect herself from the unknown depths of Klaus's world, but a part of her longed to surrender to the intoxicating pull he exuded.

With a soft gasp, Eleanor found herself nodding in silent agreement, her lips parting in anticipation of what was to come. Klaus's grin widened, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes as he took her hand, leading her through the mansion's iron gate.

[anamelessfool]

Hello, I’m anamelessfool.

30+. She/Her. I’m writing a massive Ghost AU because I’m insane.

I like chatting about music, film and art with just about anyone. I love talking about writing! (Minors DNI!) I am a firm supporter of Freedom of Expression for All, so no discourse whatsoever please. Horror, Emeritus Sibling Dynamics, Drama and Action is my jam! Also dolls, peep my pocket husband @resin-popia

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Current Major Projects

Scenes from the Void ( Ghost Band Eldritch Horror AU) AO3 Series Link

WIP Violence & Gentleness Primo x OC Papessa, 1970s Satanic Panic Noir Mystery

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry. (Title graphic by @ghuleh-recs )

WIP Oversee Us (Fallout 2024) Cooper x Overseer F! Reader

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x Outlaw Fem! Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, bondage (con/non-con), Mystery, horror, action, Canon-typical Gore, Your Boyfriend Is Turning Into a Zombie, more tags on AO3

You're not running away from your sins, you're running towards the truth. Your crime is catching up with you and the caps are racking up. Some cheery bounty hunter is hot on your trail and basically unstoppable. You're doing everything to survive in the topside Wasteland, even if it means going along with the monster.

Thank you so much for your support! I love this community.

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~Blog Introduction~

Hi, I’m Felix (he/him) and this is my gayass fanfic blog🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Im mainly known on here for my other blogs: felix-floyd, lucifers-slutty-waist, bulletsforyourtrain, and geefrankieroway.

I’m a 20 year old trans man who loves reading fanfics, but hate that all the male ones are x fem!reader, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. So I’m dedicating this blog to writing fanfics that are x male!reader, x transmasc!reader, x male!oc, male character x male character, etc.

I can do SFW or NSFW

And I am planning on taking requests eventually!!

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People/characters I plan on writing for:

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

~ Lucifer

~ Alastor

~ Vox

~ Angel Dust

~ Husk

Game Grumps/NSP:

~ Dan Avidan

~ Danny Sexbang

~ Alex Taylor

~ Arin Hansen

~ Ryland Tate

~ Ninja Brian

~ Ryan Magee

~ TWRP members

My Chemical Romance:

~ Gerard Way

~ Frank Iero

~ Mikey Way

~ Ray Toro

~ Party Poison

~ Fun Ghoul

~ Kobra Kid

~ Jet Star

Bullet Train:

~ Tangerine

~ Ladybug

~ Lemon

Umbrella Academy:

~ Klaus

~ Five

~ Diego

~ Viktor

~ Hazel

Other:

- Markiplier

~ Jeremy Jordan

~ Jack Kelly

~ Luigi (Mario movie version💚)

~ Bowser (also Mario movie)

~ Deadpool

- Beetlejuice

- Link

- Revali

~ Dylan Fuentes (Deadrising 3, look him up I love him)

~ And more if I feel like it🙃

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Of course, a lot of these would be upon request and I could do more in those fandoms if requested, or even other fandoms if I know them. I wanna do a little bit of everything so everyone has a place to go for good mlm fanfics and not be triggered reading she/her pronouns when reading x readers <3 <3 <3

Stay tuned for the fics!

[bloodycyrano]

Who are your 'cannon' romances in the Dragon age games, and their dynamics? Because for me, it goes like this

Warden: Dalish fem x OC, tragic love story consisting of the Warden being very very toxic but slowly getting better for their lover to give him the best version of herself- Tragic ending, the S/O has to watch their strong, intelligent Warden go mad with the darkspawn taint as they slowly turn into a ghoul and hear the call in their mid 40s, like 15 years into their marriage.

Hawke: Mage, nonbinary and asexual Hawke, romantically involved with Varric as they both sort through their trauma and emotional issues.- They do not enter an established romantic relationship until years after the events of DA2. Ending- Pure fluff ship. Varric was their strongest support system, and now they're even cracking jokes with one another at the hanged man well into their old age.

Inquisitor: Dalish rogue, romanced Fenris (Twisty turny backstory involving being a side character during the events of DA2.) Started very love/hate and very will they won't they. They only enter an established relationship during the events of DAI, because of their extreme awkward slowburn with several love letters involved- except they were both too autistic to realize they were love letters. Ending- Complicated.

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 3

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Final part

2296

Suddenly Irene looked unsteady and she held a hand to the wound on her side.

"Fancy seein' you here." She chuckled painfully.

"I know, I haven't changed a bit."

She laughed but immediately regretted it, groaning in pain.

"You uh," she said, blood dripping down her leg. "you wouldn't happen to have a stimpak on you would ya? I'm uh...I'm not feelin' too hot."

He looked her over, the gash was deep, she'd need more than one stimpak. "Unfortunately I don't think I do."

Suddenly her legs gave out from underneath her and she collapsed.

"Whoa." He said, catching her before she hit the ground.

Irene woke up hours later, lying on her back in what looked like a small cave, her head resting on a saddle bag.

She didn't look any different than she did before the war, albeit a little dishevelled, Cooper figured that however Moldaver survived must've been how she did.

"Coop." Irene croaked.

He looked up from cleaning his revolver and saw her try to move.

"Easy there Starlett, you're pretty banged up."

She winced in pain again and lay back down. "I thought you were dead." She said, weak from the blood loss.

"I should be. So should you."

"Fate had other plans I guess."

Cooper scoffed quietly. She didn't press it, even though she wanted to know if Janey made it.

"You're gonna need some proper medical attention." He said. "Ain't much out here though."

"Eh, it's just a scratch." She joked, swallowing a mouth-full of blood.

Cooper got up and handed her a flask of water, half empty. She took a few sips and handed it back.

"I'm lookin' for Lee, you know where I can find 'er?

"I've been looking for her myself, I'm afraid I can't help you there, I've found nothing but dead ends. The bitch is hard to find even in a fucking desert."

He smiled a little at the very different tone coming out of her mouth than he remembered; she must've been in the wasteland for a little while, at least.

"I'm glad I found you cowboy. You're about the only fond memory I've got left. I needed that right about now."

"I'm not the man you remember."

"Doesn't matter. You've reminded me of something I haven't seen in years."

"And what's that?"

"Kindness."

2077

The doorbell rang and Cooper opened it to find Irene looking remarkably understated compared to her shows, but she still had that aire of grace that she always carried with her no matter where she was.

"Come on in." He smiled, stepping aside for her.

"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay, I know its a lot of ask of someone you just met."

"It's the least I can do."

He closed the door and took her suitcase for her.

Janey appeared with Roosevelt, having been playing in the backyard and Cooper gestured to her.

"Irene, this is my daughter Janey. Janey this is Irene, the friend from work I was telling you about."

"Irene Taylor!?" She said, her eyes sparkling. "I've seen you on TV! Your voice is sooo beautiful! You definitely should have won the award on last month's show."

Irene and Cooper both laughed.

"Looks like you have a fan."

"That's very kind of you." Irene smiled sweetly.

"Janey, why don't you watch some cartoons while I show Irene to her room?"

"Ok." She beamed and sat down with Roosevelt in front of the TV.

Irene followed Cooper to the back of the house where the guest room was and looked at all the family photos as they walked through. Wedding photos, Janey's baby photos, a puppy photo of Roosevelt. When they finally reached the room she felt even more uncomfortable.

"This is you." He said, placing her suitcase on the bed.

"I'm so sorry to put you in this position Mr. Howard, I do appreciate it very much. I didn't know who else to come to."

"Don't worry about it." He smiled warmly. "I'm just glad you decided to leave."

"So am I. You made me realise the cause wasn't worth the abuse, no matter how much I told myself it was. Lee won't be happy but it'll be worth it in the end."

"I'm sure it will."

She smiled softly at him. "I'll let you get back to your daughter. You'll barely know I'm here."

"Nonsense," he said. "You're joining us for dinner, plus I'm sure Janey would love to spend some time with you."

She got choked up a bit at that. Everything she had done since getting into show business had been for other people, someone doing something like this for her was something special.

"Thank you Mr. Howard."

"Cooper." He replied.

2296

Irene lay sleeping and Cooper sat wondering what to do with her.

He couldn't spare any resources, and he didn't need stimpaks, so he had none. Could he carry her to Filly and get her to a doctor? Sure, but that was in the opposite direction of where he was headed, where they were both headed.

It would be more humane to shoot her now to save her the pain, but he couldn't bring himself to do it and it angered him.

"Fuck." He said, getting to his feet and picking up his gun, walking out of the cave in search of supplies.

[scarletrosesstuff]

The Ghoul that Disappears Masterlist

Nameless Ghouls x Fem!Earth Ghoul!Reader

Summary: Every cleaner the ghouls had always seemed to disappear without a trace. The siblings refused to work for the ghouls again, the only other option was to summon a ghoul to take care of them.

Warnings: Eventual Smut, swearing, mentions of ED's, overworking, a little sad, a little angst and polyamory.

(A/N's: I know this isn't the aesthetic or the vibe of Ghost the Band and the Ghouls but this is how I picture it in my head as I write this. I will be doing OC art alongside this as well. My iPad broke and I saving to get a new one so I will be posting small sketches of what my idea is. In the future I will develop them into more details digital art.)

1~ The Summoning

[younmexreaders]

~~ Mako x Reader 18+~~

Death with Benefits

You have died and Death himself decides to give you another chance. For a small price.

Fem Reader/Skeleton OC | 1.4k words

Includes:

Ecto Body parts

Reader Death (on screen this time)

Car Accident

Tentacles

The fields outside the city stretched for miles, grass illuminated as it waved in the wind, making the expanse shine. The great mountain housed the small cabin of a rogue Reaper. He lived alone, he worked alone.

You heard many stories about the creature, curious as to what it looked like. No one, save the dead, ever actually saw the being. You assumed he was a spirit, like a ghoul, more spectral than anything else. Possibly glowing so he could see where he was going in the dark.

You laughed softly at the thought, erasing stray lines from your sketch of the spectrum. You imagined he would look like he was rotting, then you imagined he would look gaseous.

Basically, there were too many possibilities, and you tried to draw them all.

You sighed and set the sketchbook aside. A scramble of different elements clashing horribly in line art alone.

"Ugh... I need to take a break..." You huffed, upset. You walked out on the town. City lights blinded the night, scaring the stars from the sky leaving a blank, dark blanket of nothing. The sounds of traffic and loud, bass heavy music drowned out the natural sounds of nature. It upset you even more than your lack of inspiration.

You grabbed your motor bike and aimed for the great woods where the reaper was said to live. You got on to the highway, riding silently, your thoughts wandering. The loud blare of vehicle horns broke your thoughts. You flinched, looking up at the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck. You screamed before everything went silent.

You awoke with a start, screaming and shooting upright, looking around to find yourself in a small, wooden cabin. The furnishings were comfortable and simple. The home looked barely lived in. The bed you laid in was neat and small, soft covers in shades of minty green ensconced you.

You stood slowly, dropping the sheets around you, wondering if it was all just a dream.

The room around you held many recently used items. Mangas strewed a messy desk, half of them you couldn't read the titles of, the other half you could tell the contents of just by seeing the bare women on their covers.

You snickered to yourself, reaching to take one of the hentai mangas.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice said monotonously. The voice made you drop the book.

"Who said that?" You asked as you spun, looking for the source. A tall cloaked figure stood in the faint candle light of the cabin. His hood covered his face, large skeletal wings folded neatly behind him. You gasped softly, stepping back, panicking.

"Oh my god, what are you!?" You shrieked.

"Calm down, or I'm kicking you out." He warned, walking past you and making the bed you mindlessly unraveled.

"W-what are you though...?" You asked again. He scoffed quietly, peeling his hood back and looking at you. The lights in his skull focused on you, the cracks running down his cheeks glowed faintly with the souls of those he's captured trapped in an eternity flowing as a personal magic through his bones.

"I'm a reaper." He answered simply, folding his arms. You studied him, pursing your lips slightly. He stared at you, silent, growing impatient.

"I gotta say, I'm disappointed." You admitted.

"By what?" He frowned.

"You're so simple..." You sighed. The Reaper raised his uncanny and expressive brow at your statement, his wings twitching.

"Simple?"

"You're just a skeleton! I was hoping for whisps and colors and... well... complexity." You explained. He shook his head slowly, walking past you. You could hear a ghostly chuckle as he passed you. A shine of emerald green flitted through the room, the source behind you making odd noises.

"How is this then?" He asked. You turned and stood stunned, finding the tall skeleton changed into a sickly green, flesh dropping undead. You flinched, stepping away.

"I prefer the other form..." You whined. He changed back, the flash blinding you, hiding his transformative secrets from you.

"You can call me Mako," He opened the dark wooden door for you, gesturing outside, "I can take you home." You remembered what you thought you had dreamt.

"Wait, did the truck actually hit me?" You finally asked. Mako smirked, closing the door.

"I thought you had forgotten. Yes. You were hit. Your soul is pretty powerful, though. I didn't find it fit to take it from you." He seemed unfazed by the whole situation. You wondered if he did this often, and if so, why?

"O...kay... do you know where I live?" You changed the subject. Mako leaned on the wall, glancing at the frame beside him. He took a moment to fix it before answering you.

"I don't... I took you from your funeral."

"Then why would you take me home?"

"You're going to your new home. Ilfalia." He took his scythe, bracing it before your neck. You gulped, leaning away from the cold metal, "If you don't want to go there, I could always take you myself."

"M-maybe we could work something out? I-I like it here...." You muttered. Mako paused, lowering his scythe.

"Y-you do..?" He asked. You watched his stone, mental wall crack at that statement.

"O-of course... It's really nice here." You reiterated. Mako looked you over, spying the table of books behind you. He smirked and snapped his fingers.

"Then I have a proposal for you."

"Name it."

"You can stay if you reenact my books with me." He offered. You knew exactly what he meant, blushing and pointing at the dark robes on his body.

"C-can you even do any of that?" You asked. Mako nodded, a wide smile stretching his skull. He pulled his robe off and showed you exactly what his captured souls did for him. He manipulated the deep green, almost liquid substance to exit from his fingers, coiling it on his back and on the front of his pelvis.

Lengthy, slimy tendrils whipped from his back, gripping your wrists and raising you into the air. He hummed and toyed with the sensitive piece at his base.

"What do you prefer? Long or thick?" He smirked. Your mind was blanking, you couldn't believe what this creature of death was doing to you.

"I... I don't..."

"Aw, blanking? Hehe, I'll just do both~" He decided, molding his piece into the perfect size for you. He took your hips and lulled his long green tongue out of his sharp jaw, licking up your body as he thrust roughly into you.

You gasped, his large piece stretching you as he pushed himself in without hesitation. His tentacles trailed down your stomach, teasing your clit and entering your behind. You struggled against the feeling, uncomfortable with the tentacle writhing in your crevice. You let a choked moan when he pulled back and slammed back in, grunting happily.

He dropped you onto him, chuckling at your squeaking reactions. His motions were harsh and unforgiving on your tender pussy. His appendage slipped deeper into your behind, writhing. You grit your teeth and arched, pressing against his rib cage.

"Oh? Do you like that..~?" He chuckled bouncing you harder. You mewed sweetly.

"Y-yes! Yes, I love it! Ahhh..." You broke, begging for more.

Mako laid you down in his bed and railed you like no other. His long, iridescent tongue hung out of his mouth. His heavy, lustful breaths brushing your neck. You stared into his deep darkened depths, watching his green flames flicker over your body, watching every creamy inch bounce under him.

"M-mako...! I-I'm gonna come..." You panted, arching and tightening as the waves of heat crashed over you. Mako groaned loudly, releasing his reaper liquid into you. His strange, effective biology driving you to the most intense orgasm you could remember, stealing your thoughts and catching your breath.

When your mind returned, Mako was collapsed beside you, his wings twitching. You glanced at him, panting, smiling.

"You alright?" You asked with a light laugh. He nodded silently, face down in his pillows.

"I don't want to move..." He muttered.

"I can't feel my legs, haha." You snickered, rolling onto your side and wrapping an arm around him.

"Good." He huffed, his body relaxed to the point of paralysis. You hummed and dragged your finger along his spine.

"Mind if I sleep here?"

"Of course not... You can stay here as long as you like." He offered. Mako finally urged himself to meet your face with a chaste kiss, smiling. You nuzzled his neck and curled up happily, sleeping soundly beside him.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Mine (Swiss Ghoul x Fem!OC)

Summary: 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 wen one of her best friends disagrees and confesses something very important that may alter the relationship between them?

Fandom: Ghost (Swedish Band)

Pairing: Swiss x Fem!Reader

Triggers: Cussing, innuendos, mention of mental and physical abuse

Auth. Note: The portrayal of Ghouls and Papa is from a fandom base and imagination alone; the personas of the band do not have anything to do with the real people behind the masks. I am a fan of their music and respect their privacy so their stage persona is separate from the real-life individuals in my works.

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She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and her teeth sank into the plush of her bottom lip as her skin sparked with fire that made it tingle. She could image the torn skin bubbling around the edges as the antiseptic killed any germs or debris that may have managed to get into her wound. She did not whimper though - she could at least take pride in that. She did not utter a sound to express the pain. It's not like the worst has come yet. A rough padded thumb pressed against her mouth gently but insistent as it pulled her lip from between her teeth as a hum broke the silence in the dimly lit room.

The lamp on the desk was their only source of light; the darkness that did not reach its border seemed foreboding and cold in the dead of night. A quick glance at the old circular clock on the wall by the door read it as nearly 2:00 a.m. in the morning causing a new sensation of guilt to tug at her heart; distracting her from the pain on her face.

"Mi cara, you should have told me sooner." his voice was soft and tinged with the readiness for sleep.

Y/n's eyes shifted from the clock to the man in front of her. Her vision was aided only by the yellowed light of the lamp beside them casting wary shadows along the man's unpainted face and the dark circles beneath his eyes causing him to take on the appearance of a human panda. His hair with brushed back but only by natural force instead of the hair gel she was used to and in this light, it looked a little greyer than usual - the black hair dye must have faded since the last time she saw him.

But instead of answering him, she reached out to playful swipe at the hair above his lips. "This is new. I don't know if I like it yet or not." she teased but the man's lips only curved downwards further causing her to sigh and drop her head a little - dislodging the attempts of cleaning the cuts along her face.

"What would you have done Copia? Whisked me away to hide me in the Abbey like a long lost remnant of the past? I'm not a little girl anymore, I can't always be relying on you to protect me like before." Y/n's voice sounded pessimistically fed up and tired.

Copia huffed out a breath and waved his hands. "Of course, I would have taken you away! You are no lost remnant of the past, principessa. You are a treasure and one of my closest friends. No... you are famiglia! Why do you insist on returning to him when you know he will only hurt you again? Won't you say yes and stay here?" the man's words ended almost pleading as his mismatched eyes stared at the younger woman in front of him with sadness in his eyes and anger in his blood.

Y/n had been such a great friend for the last several years. Before he had ever been chosen to be the next Papa, Copia was nothing but a Cardinal and in most eyes not as important as a papa but Y/n had always treated him with kindness and with humanity - treated him like a lost long friend from the get-go. He met her through his brother Terzo who was papa before him. She had been a good friend to Terzo and often visited the Abbey; making friends with the Clergy and Ghouls alike with her sunshine spirit, unique humor, and infectious smiles. Despite never joining the Clergy officially everyone who had known her during that time thought her part of the family. She just...stopped coming around after Terzo's death except on the rare occasion like tonight when she'd slink back in for safety with her tail between her legs covered in cuts and bruises because of her new boyfriend of a few months. He did not deserve her and Copia could never find it in himself to force her to stay in the safety of those she knew would never lift a finger unlike the stupid boy she dated - a boy not worthy enough to be called a man.

"I'll just...I just needed to clear my head Copia and-"

the door to papa's office burst open and a figure bent over with hands on their knees panting. Nostrils flared and hair askew from sleep stumbled in the pack with eyes filled with a frenzy. Y/n hadn't seen the ghouls often without their masks and the sight was always a wonder more than a fright to see them unglamoured with their ashen skin, claws, fangs, and extra appendages.

"Oh for satanas-" Copia threw the blooded cotton ball he had been using to clean Y/n's cuts with on the table and began to stand up but a deep growl that sounded near feral vibrated within the office and the man halted mid-motion.

Ghouls were not always as dangerous as most people would like to think. Well, not to Y/n who knew how to handle them. They were rather domesticated as they lived lives as mostly humans despite being creatures of Hell. So the woman did not startle when a lithe frame bolted forward and she was jerked forward by her shoulders. An unmasked face buried itself into her neck and she felt the puffs of exhaled warm breath along the skin of her neck as she craned it to the side submissively allowing the ghoul to take in her scent.

There was another growl of disapproval and anger as the creature pulled back and Y/n was faced with the fierce glare of the Multi Ghoul Swiss as he assessed the damage to her face.

"Tell me." his voice was pitched much lower and deeper than the usual light-hearted bantering tone she was used to. "Tell me who did this to you." he demanded

Y/n swallowed unable to look away from his piercing stare and somewhere behind the ghoul Aether's familiar tone pitched in with an apologetic look on his face.

"We smelled the blood as soon as you came into the abbey. We were worried..."

Y/n's lips curled slightly into a reassuring smile as she raised her hands to grab at the strong forearms bare and warm beneath her touch in hopes to soothe the agitated ghoul.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you guys...I forgot you guys could smell that far...I-I thought if I just came to Copia and get patched up I'd be gone by the morning and you wouldn't have to see me like this..." she trailed off.

The ghouls were always so protective and sweet with her but she and Swiss had a special bond - he was like her best friend and easy banter and flirtiness were their love language. Never had she seen him look so..so upset and feral before. Casting her gaze away from Swiss she looked over his shoulder to find Aether standing by the door watching a very irritated fire ghoul pace in front of them while Rain leaned against Mountain who was guarding the door watching with worried green and blue eyes alike. Dew was pacing back and forth; clawed hands flexing while every once in a while he'd look her way only to growl every so often under the watchful gaze of Aether. the scent of blood must be getting to him; Dewdrop was always the most sensitive when it came to blood and she wouldn't have been surprised if he had been the one to smell her first and alert the others. Ghouls were just like that but if one of their own was injured the entire pack was on high alert.

"W-well now that you've been found out I suppose there is no use running away now hmm?" Copia sighed rising to his feet and rubbing a hand through his hair. "All of you off to bed now. Mi care you can stay-"

Swiss didn't allow Copia to finish and instead, his arms wrapped around the girl and hoisted her up so quickly she squeaked and wrapped around him like a koala. Thighs and arms holding on tightly as he braced her against his lean body and pushed past his pack mates to walk down the halls towards the Ghouls den.

"Swiss." Y/n grumbled feeling her cheeks flush in the darkness but due to the amazing night vision of these creatures, she knew he probably saw it anyway.

"Mountain can fix you up and then you're coming to bed with me." the multi-ghoul snapped back causing Y/n to wince at his tone.

He did not let go or say anything until they were safely back in the Ghoul's common rooms. She was directed into Swiss' familiar room filled to the brim with music posters, music sheets, instruments, and more shapes within the darkness Y/n was not able to make out as she was plopped on the large bed big enough for more than just two. Her back was pulled flush to Swiss' chest as he yanked her by her waist to him; curling around her from behind like some kind of inhumane ghoul cape causing warmth to spread through her as she heard the subtle sniffing and the almost inaudible growl the multi ghoul let out; it was almost so silent that she felt it against her back more than hearing it.

Mountain kneeled in front of the pair with a jar in his hand filled with some kind of creamy gel inside tinted a sickly green and when he opened it the scent of earth, pine, and something almost spicy invaded her nose making her cough when it got inhaled too deeply into her lungs. The tall ghoul gave a slight rumble of amusement before his attention was drawn toward the ghoul draped over her back.

"May I?" he asked quietly and Y/n's mouth turned into a confused frown as she glanced between the pair.

Why was Mountain asking Swiss' permission? She was the one that was injured but the way her best friend tensed against her back for a moment had her ignoring the silent question in her mind and reaching up to grab at the toned forearm wrapped around her chest and gave it a few soothing strokes with her fingers. That seemed to do the trick as she felt his body slacken against her again and Mountain made a soothing noise as if in thanks to the other before dipping his fingers into the sticky mess in the jar.

He reached out towards her face and the cold substance felt almost tingly against her skin as he carefully smeared it along the bruise on her cheekbone and then returned with a new dap of whatever cream it was to the cut on her other cheek causing her to hiss out in pain as the minty tingly feeling invaded the open cut with more potency than the antiseptic crap Copia had dabbed it with earlier. The sound of pain slipping from her caused Swiss to snarl startling her and lurch forward toward Mountain nearly tumbling her along with him but Mountain seemed to have already predicted it and jerked backward just as Rain who had by this point gone unnoticed grabbed Swiss by his shoulders from where he had been perched in the bed beside them silent as a mouse to tug him back against his smaller frame; a chittering noise coming from him as he tried to soothe the other.

Y/n half turned to look at the pair with wide eyes and a hand instinctively placing it on the heaving chest behind her. "Hey there big boy, it's okay! Calm down Swiss. Mountain didn't hurt me...it's okay." she tried to soothe with a fake smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Swiss bared his fangs again and struggled but despite the smaller frame of Rain at his back, the little ghoul was rather strong; strong enough to keep the other at bay.

"Mine!"

Y/n blinked and she inhaled sharply at the proclamation. Something in side of her seemed to click into place as she stared at how feral Swiss seemed to be and she reached out to test the theory as she rested her hand on Mountain's large shoulder only to have Swiss struggling anew and causing Rain to grunt when an elbow jabbed him in the stomach.

"Okay! Okay! Swiss hey! Look at me!" Y/n's hand yanked back and she flapped it at the other two quickly. "GO! I can handle this. You're just making him more agitated-"

"But Y/n-" Rain piped up and she shook her head once sharply.

"I think you know what's going on....and Swiss and I have to talk. But we can't talk if he's riled up right now...please just..." she sighed rubbing her forehead. "It's been a long night."

A long night that was not yet over as Mountain gave a brief nod and recapped the jar. Helping Rain off of Swiss so that the pair could slip from the room. As soon as Y/n and Swiss were alone the lanky male pulled the girl to him. Sprawling her unceremoniously on top of him as he held her almost too tightly while burying his face into her neck.

"Oof!" Y/n pushed at his stomach to get leverage but it only caused the other to tighten his hold.

So Y/n waited while Swiss calmed down enough for her to shift into a more comfortable position. Her face lifted to meet his in the dimly lit room.

"I'm going to kill him."

"You can't kill Mountain, Swiss."

The other snorted and pressed his nose against her hair; inhaling her scent like it was the last thing on earth. "I'm talking about the bastard that hurt you."

Y/n went silent. She didn't need to ask how he knew who it was; the ghoul's scent was inhuman - that was already proven when the pack barged into Copia's office earlier.

"He is my boyfriend...well I mean, ex-boyfriend now I guess." Y/n found herself relaxing with her head resting against her best friend's shoulder while she tucked herself into his body.

"He usually doesn't go this far...But, he said that I was cheating on him with my co-worker because he saw me eating lunch with him. It was a meeting to discuss a project we were working on together as a team...Ironically, my co-worker is actually gay so. Jokes on him."

"Is this the same guy....you said you met on that dating app a few months ago? Is that why you haven't been coming by as often?" Swiss' voice finally spoke into the darkness

She shrugged slightly and played with the fabric of his sleep shirt. "Yeah...I guess. I'd like to say it was because of work but...I think we both knew it wasn't. I'm sorry...for not telling you sooner. I usually called Copia to meet me outside so my scent wouldn't get to you guys..." She felt her eyes sting with tears.

"I've been so fucking stupid. I'm sorry Swiss...I'm so fucking sorry." her body trembled with her tears and the ghoul felt his heart tighten as did his arms around her to hold her still against him.

"Aw sweets, you didn't have to hold it from me...you're my best friend...me and the pack...for satanas sake Y/n we'd have pulled you out of there sooner, baby." he closed his eyes tightly and hugged her for his own comfort as much as hers.

They held each other; taking comfort for the turmoil that resided in both of their hearts due to tonight's endeavor. But it was Y/n that finally calmed down enough to speak; her voice suddenly shy as she sniffed back the rest of her tears.

"Hey Swiss..." she asked tentatively. When she received a lulling hum that vibrated into her chest from his she continued. "W-what did you mean earlier?...."

"Hmm?"

"You told Mountain..." she swallowed. "You called me yours."

Swiss' body still unnaturally so beneath her and she feared she'd said something wrong. They were best friends...it wasn't as if they hadn't talked about such things before. Well, perhaps more sexual innuendos before but that was teasing jokes and jabs. The question seemed too personal and yet a delicate matter.

"What do you know about ghouls, Y/n?" Swiss finally asked and she blinked at the soft question.

"Well, I mean you're demons...you got abilities... you're packing animals in a way and a little animalistic at times since you're not human...And you were summoned here for a reason. Why?" she tilted her head up to find that surprisingly Swiss' ashen skin was tinged with blush and he wouldn't meet her gaze.

"What comes with being a pack animal?" he insisted licking his lips

Y/n frowned thoughtfully but when she didn't reply Swiss continued. "Every creature has a partner...some animals have homosexual partnerships and others normal; some when are in close pack dynamics there is more than one partner they spend the rest of their lives with...but to continue the species every animal must have a significant other...have you ever noticed how Rain and Mountain seem close? Closer than the usual familial pack dynamics? O-Or how Dew and I are close in the same way..."

He watched slowly as the information dawned on her and Y/n pushed herself up with a pinched brow. "Are you telling me Mountain and Rain are life partners and you and Dew too?" she blinked at him. "I mean no judgment from me obviously but damn. That's news." she laughed a bit and sat up to sit crisis cross on his bed.

Swiss looked a bit frustrated as he too sat up. "Sweetheart you aren't understanding...Mates are overly protective of each other and have a stronger bond that goes deeper than a pack dynamic bond. The way Dew was acting when we barged in tonight at Copia's office...h-how I acted earlier...and nearly tore Mountain's throat out?" his eyes were insistent as he leaned closer scanning her face.

Realization dawned slowly like the sun rising over the horizon during sunrise and Swiss felt his heart constrict with nerves. "Swiss are you...."

His breath came out like a balloon popping and his head dropped to his head. "Shit baby. Dew doesn't even realize it yet...I had figured it out during your last visit before Tero's death but I didn't want to say anything because I was scared to scare you off..I didn't realize that I had almost lost you and when I saw you tonight I just- the blood...the knowledge..the fact that I hadn't seen you in such a long time I just-"

Y/n's hands gripped the front of his shirt and she was yanking him in before he could finish his ramblings. His mouth tasted too damn good as she pressed her lips to his. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she took in the sensation of kissing her best friend - it was so natural and made her feel whole...loved in a way she hadn't in such a long time. It was nothing like kissing her ex-boyfriend and a small part of her brain stupidly smacked her for being so blind to have seen the signs earlier.

When the air became too thin within the confinements of their lungs they parted with panting breaths but Swiss kept her close with a firm hold on her face; pressing his forehead to hers and crowding her against the mattress where she lay flat on her back staring up at him with wide eyes as she searched his face.

"You didn't lose me." her words came shaky as her hands loosened in his shirt only to slide up his back to hold him closer to her. "I'm sorry I was so blind...I didn't realize," she whispered feeling her throat constrict thinking that she'd isolated herself for so long because of her ex-boyfriend she missed out on finding the man she really wanted all along was right in front of her.

"Shh..." Swiss' lips pecked hers again before drawing her into another deep kiss - this time it was sweet and lingering. "I would have waited...shit, I would have been happy just to be near you even if you never knew..."

"I wouldn't have...I would have missed you and the others...the abbey and the papas too much to stay arm's length away from you guys. You guys are my home." her eyes sparkled looking up at him and Swiss shot her a toothy grin.

"So...you gonna stay?"

"Do I have a choice?" she teased rubbing her nose against his and was rewarded with a chittering sound as the multi-ghoul lowered himself fully on her and rested his head against her chest; listening to her heartbeat.

"Not anymore." his hands gripped her sides to hold her as he nuzzled at her collarbone.

Y/n laughed and sank her fingers into his curls and scraped at his scalp like she knew he liked it. "I'm all yours Swiss." she promised.

"Uh...well actually.." Swiss tilted his head up with a tentative smile.

She linked at him. "Dew doesn't know does he?"

"Well...no."

"Oh, I'm so telling him!"

"You are not!" fingers pressed to her sides causing her to shriek in laughter and wiggle beneath his hold.

When she couldn't breathe anymore Swiss stole whatever breath she did have left in her lungs with a kiss before pulling away to stare down at her. His hand came up to stroke along the side of her face and he gave her a softened smile as he rested their foreheads together again.

"Well, I suppose I can get used to my boyfriend having a boyfriend..." Y/n finally conceded with an airy but playful tone. "However will I handle two boyfriends to love me?"

Swiss grinned "Oh...I have a few ideas...." his grin turned a little more seductive and Y/n felt her heat flush.

"No...Swiss hey...no! Bad ghoul!" she scrambled from beneath him - a feat she knew he allowed while she scampered across the room and flung open the door with a wail of excited panic.

"Dew!!!"

Swiss gave a toothy grin that nearly split his face before he was launching himself down the hall full force into a chase.

Auth. Note: This is my first Ghost Band one shot so I hope it's not too bad and is entertaining at best for you guys! I love this band so much that it's unhealthy. More to come if people are interested! I have a full list of one-shots for this fandom <3

[gojou-violin]

pull me in

| pairing: yandere!takizawa x yandere!fem!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. yandere themes and characters. rough smut. hair pulling. choking. quickie. forced breeding. biting. blood. scratching. marking. switch reader and takizawa, depending on the mood. ghoul marriage (marking each other). unprotected vaginal sex. no plot. no prep. just some good ol' fashion jumpin each other's bones and raw doggin that shit.

| summary: takizawa's always been so fascinating to you since the day the doctor brought him to the lab... you've just been dying to get your hands on him.

| wc: 1.7k

| taglist: @ilovealexisness , @bakugosgorl , @aylitgirl , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @yutaokkotsu-baby , @yakakuoiran , @belenosblack

| a/n: basically just my oc and takizawa, but fuck it, we ball. also, here's some music inspo: [1] [2]

You heard the door break behind you after Takizawa had smashed it open with a kick on the back of his heel before he stumbled backwards into your room. Your hands were all over him. His were all over yours. The two of you grabbed on tight as he hit the edge of your bed, sending him down with a gentle thud that caught him off guard long enough for you to stop kissing him so that you could quickly push his black jacket off of his shoulders before carelessly ripping his shirt open. Takizawa hissed at the feeling. His chest was exposed to you, so much so that it was impossible to ignore the pleading voice in the back of your head begging you to rake marks down his pale skin all night 'til he and the rest of the world knew exactly whom he belonged to. But he beat you to it. Takizawa's reactions were faster than yours, his hands darting up to fist the fabric of your shirt before yanking so hard you jolted on his hips, feeling his erection pressing up against you through your pants.

He laughed at how easily you blushed in reaction. Your silence was his chance to continue his work of clawing the rest of your clothes of by starting with your bra which he ruined within seconds-- You promised that you'd make him pay for that later. Despite the fact that you were regaining your strength against his silly seductive tactics, he still managed to have the upper hand while under you. A tear of your skirt revealed your panties to him, and those went just as swiftly.

Finally, you pinned Takizawa's hands down above his head. He struggled under you. He made so many desperate attempts to free himself, but he still had lots to learn about being a ghoul and harnessing the strength that you were capable of. It was just too easy for you to hold him down while you pushed his pants down since it was too difficult to rip them open given his position and the fact that you only had one hand. You were strong, but not that fucking strong.

Takizawa snapped up, his teeth nipping at your wrist to get you to release him. It worked. Within a second, as you retreated, he sat up and kissed you desperately, his fingers tangling in your hair to force you to stay close while you grinded down against his erection that was pressed against his lower abdomen.

"Stop teasing--" he begged through gritted teeth.

You bit onto his bottom lip. In protest to your denial, he reached between your bodies to grab onto his length, lining it up with your entrance.

"Sit on it."

But you refused. You pulled your hips back to escape him so that you could finally drag your nails down his chest like you'd so badly wanted to. Immediately, the red lines appeared in your wake, turning more bold with irritation as you continued to track the same paths again and again until you saw a bit of blood rising to the surface.

"Fuck--" He bit onto your shoulder as hard as he could.

With a yelp, your knees weakened and you finally fell down, making it so easy for Takizawa to press his tip into you, and you took him the rest of the way with a moan that fell off your lips. Your blood dripped down his chin. He was trying his best to slurp up as much as he could as if you were the fucking elixir of life or some shit, yet the more it dripped, the more eager you got to ride him.

"Taki..." you mumbled into his white hair.

"Faster."

You grabbed onto his hair and jerked him backwards so that his neck was craned back, his hair out of his face, blood and drool dripping out the corners of his purple lips, his red eyes glossed over with lust for you. The sight was so perfect. He looked so dumbed out for someone who could talk so much shit.

Takizawa had been the type of guy to ignore you, to shrug you off whenever you hovered during his check up with the Doctor, to tell you off whenever you were annoying him. It took weeks before he started tolerating your presence; and it took months before you had him at your doorstep practically begging to have you fuck him. How the mighty could fall. He was all talk and no bite-- Though your shoulder hurt like a bitch thanks to him. But now you were on top of him, controlling the pace and how far you want him to go into you, which wasn't very far since you had to punish him for ruining your bra and underwear. You wondered if it would take long before his tongue would start lolling out. Maybe you could even get him to beg and whimper for you if you asked.

"So pathetic," you cooed in his ear.

His hands made their way to your waist, pressing his nails in until you had no choice but to sink further down on him as it was his silent demand. Fine. If that was what he wanted. You'd give it to him. You'd make him regret it, of course, no question about it.

"Feel good?" you teased.

He bared his ghoul canines at you. You chuckled and began riding him as fast as you could, hoping that you could chase your orgasm before he could get too close. It was hard to keep your eyes open and your moans to yourself... It wasn't like he was the most well-hung guy out there, but it sure was doing the job, and it felt so fucking good. In an attempt to hide just how much you were falling apart, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, biting down where you'd knew you'd get the most out of him while he'd still be able to heal fast enough thanks to how much he'd fed off of you; meanwhile your hands were teasing the marks on his chest again, forcing his abdomen to clench up, giving him more definition than you could have ever imagined he was hiding underneath all of those black clothes of his.

"F-Fuck y-you," he muttered breathlessly.

You bit down harder, tearing a bit at the flesh just where his neck and shoulder met.

Suddenly, with a loud, deep grunt, Takizawa flipped the two of you over while his hands were on your hips and you were so caught up in eating him that you couldn't stop him before it was too late. You were under him. He was digging his nails into your hips some more. He was grinning down at you. And then he started fucking you as fast and hard as he could. He forced you to take every inch he had to give. With his full weight on you-- Though he was stick skinny-- you had hardly wiggle room beyond biting at his neck like you had been previously. He let you do what you wanted. He let you take in as much as you wanted because it got him even closer, and you could feel it every time he twitched inside of you whenever you'd land a new bite.

"More, Taki. Harder. Do anything you want."

That was his sign to not hold back anymore. Despite the fact that you'd littered him with marks, you could tell that he had still been holding back up until that point. So eagerly, he took the sharp point of his index finger nail that he slowly slid along the crevice between your breasts. He halted his thrusts briefly so that he could lean down to slurp up the blood, to which you responded by running your hands through his hair again, bucking your hips up into him due to how hot his tongue was against your cold skin.

"Feels good, huh?" he teased back.

You rolled your eyes. To that, he grinned and bucked into you again, his posture straight again so that his hair was hanging down into your face.

"Harder."

"I like when you beg for it..." He panted. "F-Fuck--" His eyes squeezed shut tight. "Fuck..."

He was so close. The way that he couldn't hold his composure together the same way you couldn't, the way his head was hanging down weakly, the way his eyes couldn't open to look at you, and the way his thrusts were getting sloppier like he was getting ready to pull out of you at a moment's notice. No, no, no. He wasn't getting out of it that easily. Months of making you yearn for him had finally caught up to Takizawa. You were going to be his worst nightmare.

He whimpered as you two rolled again, forcing him onto his back and you sitting all the way down onto his lap. You pinned him down by wrapping a hand around his slender, bloodied neck; and much to your chagrin, Takizawa didn't fight back this time. He was broken beneath you. His orgasm was just over the horizon, preventing him from thinking about what was right and what was wrong. That was your moment. With the right pace and swift movements of your swirling hips, Takizawa grabbed onto your wrist to brace himself on something.

"Fuck-- I'm cumming-- Fuck-- Pull me out-- Fuck--"

You shook your head. You planted yourself all the way down, rubbing your clit to send you over the edge, watching as his eyes shot wide when he started to spill inside of you. He whined just as pathetically as you dreamed he was. With you squeezing around him as your own orgasm hit, you forced every drop out of him; His red and bruising chest shook as his entire body worked through an orgasm so strong his tongue finally lolled out.

Victorious, you kissed him passionately. He panted into your kiss, the rest of his body stilling, his hands releasing your wrist so that you could let go of his neck, too.

"Feel better?" you questioned as you sat up.

Takizawa nodded silently. Poor thing couldn't think straight. Good.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Do yall still wanna hear about that ghoul tamer series I had brewing back in like…September I think?

It was initially an ‘X reader’ type of situation but I’m not entirely sure I want that anymore? Thought about doing something with an OC but I don’t have any of those and I don’t wanna make one or figure out those logistics

It would most likely be an afab/fem reader (still working out the logistics) if I went down the reader route, so that’s why I kind of don’t wanna pull the X reader card (also because I’m kind of veering away from X readers in smut because I want everyone to be able to enjoy what they want in a way that’s comfortable to them and I can’t exactly cater to everyone at once) (it’s the people pleaser in me)

Also not sure whether I wanna make the (potential) reader a ghoul or sibling. Ugh. This is complicated.

(Basically it’s just some kinky oneshots in a series) (that’s like the whole gist of it)