#mary goore x gn!reader

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 It turns out that Mary isn't as experienced as you first assumed he was, but that's not the only surprise you're going to get. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 First Kiss 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x GN!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut here, Mary has long blonde hair in this one because I said so, Mary is inexperienced, first kiss (obviously), I made a bad pun about ghosting that I find absolutely hilarious (anyone who says it's not funny is wrong actually). 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1439 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 I'm still in pain from yesterday but don't worry y'all, I'm still giving you a Mushy may fic today. I've only briefly proofread this to make sure I don't use gendered terms or pronouns for reader but if I've missed any please let me know and I'll fix it! 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

Out of the two of you, you’d expected Mary to have been the most experienced when it came to relationships and sex. Not that you hadn’t had any experience, of course. You’d dated a couple of people in school, fooled around in college, and as an adult you’d had your share of one night stands and a couple of serious relationships. You’d assumed it had been the same for Mary, especially considering he was in a band and seemed to have fans throwing themselves at him regularly enough at the bar after gigs that would have been more than happy to share a bed with him. So, when you and Mary were actually talking about relationships one night at his apartment you were surprised to be told otherwise.

“That’s bullshit!”

Mary snorted. “Why? Do I seem like I’d lie about that kind of thing?”

“Of course not. You just… I don’t know. You’re hot, you’re talented, you’re cool. I’d have thought at least one person would have kissed you by now.”

“Well, they haven’t.” They shrugged, tearing off a corner of garlic bread and plopping it in their mouth before they continued talking. “I wasn’t all that popular at school, and I was more focused on the band and writing music and keeping a roof over my head. I didn’t really stop to consider when I wanted my first kiss or who it would be with.”

Smiling, you plucked a couple of fries from the greasy takeout box and dipped them in barbecue sauce. “Come on, there must be someone you wanted to have your first kiss with.”

“Nope.”

You caught the reddening of the tops of his ears and the blush just starting to creep into his cheeks. “Lies. There’s totally someone you want to kiss, I can tell. Who is it? Is it someone I know?”

Mary wrinkled their nose and looked away, long blonde hair falling and obscuring their face. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Now shut up and eat before the food gets cold.”

Taken aback, you averted your gaze and stared down at the food laid out on the coffee table. You’d both pitched in to buy yourselves some pizza and other various bits of takeout for the night while you watched a movie, but even though your stomach felt empty your hunger had quickly dissipated at their tone. The blonde was almost never snappy with you. In fact, you were one of the only people that they hadn’t gotten into a spat with in the four years you’d known each other.

The tension that had emerged in the air was stifling as you forced yourself to eat your food, both of you remaining silent save for the odd comment about something happening in the movie.

***

You hated the bar. The people in there always leered at you, watching you with predatory eyes every time you visited. If it were possible, you’d have waited until Mary got off work and just called or texted them instead. However, you’d been given no choice when they left all your messages on read and let your calls go to voicemail for the past four days. This was the first time you’d ever gotten into an argument with the blonde and you weren’t even sure if this was a fight. It was less fight and more flight, Mary avoiding and ignoring you every time you tried to communicate.

And it fucking sucked.

Trying to shrug off the feeling of being watched, you approached the bar and were relieved to see Mary was on shift, their long blonde locks tied back into a ponytail. You waited until they’d served their current customer before walking over to where they’d just stood, hands on your hips.

“Huh. That’s funny.”

He frowned. “What?”

You made a point of looking him up and down, leaning in to pinch his cheek. “I thought you were dead seeing as you’ve been ghosting me. Assumed you were just floating around back here in spirit form, wailing and waving some spooky chains.”

Mary swatted your hand away, trying and failing not to smile. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“No. What’s ridiculous is you ignoring me for four days without telling me what I’ve done wrong.” You rested your elbows on the bar, looking up at him expectantly. “So, spill. I’m not leaving until you explain what I’ve done so I can apologise and try to make it up to you.”

The blonde bit his lip, glancing over at one of the other bar staff. “Wait here for a moment.”

Before you could say anything in response, they strolled over to their co-worker, and you watched them talk. The colleague glanced at you briefly, giving an awkward wave, before turning back to Mary and nodding. Mary looked over at you and gestured for you to follow them before slipping out from behind the bar and towards the staff only area.

The staff room was small and harshly lit, but it was also cosy. A couple of sofas, a little kitchenette, and some lockers took up a lot of the space. You felt a swell of pride when you saw the poster, you’d made for Repugnant hanging up proudly on the wall above the sofa that Mary plopped themselves down on, patting the cushion beside them.

“Look,” you started as you sank into the seat beside him. “I don’t want our friendship to be ruined because of what happened the other night, okay? I really like you and spending time with you, and I don’t–”

Your eyes widened at the soft press of lips against yours. Of all the possible outcomes you’d thought of for tonight, Mary kissing you wasn’t one of them.

It took a moment for you to respond, eyes fluttering closed as you shakily took hold of the front of his shirt and kissed him back. There was nothing sexual behind it, for you or for him. There was just the movement of your lips against his, Mary letting you take the lead as you tilted your head and gave an experimental swipe of his bottom lip with your tongue. He quickly leaned back, panting and staring at you with a panicked expression.

“Shit. Uh…” Their face turned a pretty shade of dark pink as they hastily looked away. “I probably should have asked first. Sorry.”

The full realisation of what had just happened struck you, hard. Mary gave you their first kiss.

You weaved your fingers through theirs, squeezing their hand. “Don’t be sorry. Please.”

Their eyes briefly flickered up to yours before darting away again. “If you don’t feel the same way for me then that’s fine. I didn’t really think I had a chance with you, but I’ve wanted to do that for a few months now and when you asked me the other night, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want you to get up and leave and our friendship be over just like that.”

Cupping their chin with your free hand, you gently turned their head so that they were looking at you once more. “And who said you don’t have a chance with me, hm? Because I know I certainly didn’t.”

“Oh, well, nobody did. I just assumed–”

“Yeah, you’re damn right you assumed.” You released their face and were relieved when they didn’t try to look away again. “You could’ve asked me out on a date at any point and I’d have said yes immediately. I trust you a lot more than I trust a lot of other people, especially the customers out in the bar. You treat me with so much respect and care and it’s so easy to talk to you. You make me laugh harder than anyone else does and you’re always there when I need someone to talk to. And just so you know, I’ve wanted to kiss you for some time now too.”

Mary nodded quietly, processing your words before he responded. “Okay. Well, in that case, do you wanna… go out sometime? On a date, I mean. Not like, go out in general. You go outside every day for work. And to do groceries. And to visit me at work. And–”

This time you were the one to surprise him and pecked his lips, beaming. “A date with you sounds perfect.”

Mary grinned and pulled you into a hug, arms crushing you in his embrace as he tackled you onto your back on the sofa and the two of you burst into a bout of giggles.

You couldn’t wait to take him on his first date.

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Getting ready for a show was, in a way, stressful for Mary.

Normally, they were always running a minute or two late, which would summon the other band members to rush him out of the dressing room and sloppily finishing up his makeup. The others knew not to touch them, but sometimes there was just no time, normally leaving DD to blot on the finishing touches and toss some blood on Mary's face. It wasn't ever pleasant, but Mary never complained. They were grateful for the help, if anything.

So when you finally agreed to pal around with them on tour, Mary felt the weight of the world lifted off their shoulders when you did... honestly more than you should've. You helped them load the bus, kept as much in check as you could, and instead of just tossing things in haphazardly, you stacked everything properly and made sure it was secure. It was the little things that Mary noticed and appreciated, along with the others.

So when you helped him put on his makeup, Mary circled an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. They laughed when you scrunched your face up, the traces from the blood smearing on your lips.

"'preciate the help," they tell you in that low voice, a hint of a smile on their face. "Dunno what I'd do without you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now go have fun." The next kiss is initiated by you, and Mary has no complaints as you two drag this one out. As he pulls back, he looks you over. For once in a long time, they were finally on time for a show.

"I'll see you after." Another quick kiss and Mary finally lets you go, guitar in hand as they leave the dressing room.

[ramblingoak]

Naps With Copia Mary

Napping With An Outlaw

For @da-rulah 💙 who requested a special nap with cowboy!Mary Goore

Mary Goore x GN Reader

While obviously not Copia this is similar to the Naps With Copia series. Just a nice soft nap with the cowboy!Mary Goore from my fic The Cardinal's Bride. You do not need to read that at all to enjoy this!

Warnings: Brief descriptions of blood and stitches, Mary is a terrible patient (and a tease), sfw, 1,400 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

“What the hell, Goore?!”

You had finally finished with your shift in the saloon.  A long day of filling drinks and slapping hands away when they got too close.  All you wanted was to wash off and crawl into bed.  A bed that you had been daydreaming about for most of the day.  Except right now your bed was occupied with the last person you wanted to see.

Especially since they were bleeding everywhere.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Goore.  Why are you here?”  You took a few steps closer, your eyes widening a bit when you saw the gash on their head.  “And what the fuck happened?”

“Ran into an old friend.”  When you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him Mary sighed,  “We had a little disagreement.”

“I can tell.  So, why are you here ruining my sheets?”  Mary looked a little sheepish then, picking at a tear on their pants before looking back up at you.  “The pout isn’t gonna work on me, Goore.”

“What will?”

“Nothing.  I am tired.  Too tired to deal with you bleeding all over my things.  Get out.”

“Oh come on!  You owe me!”

“Like hell I do, remember a few months ago when you came crawling back here after running into that Cardinal guy again?”  Mary winced and became very interested in the hole in his pants again.  “You’re kidding me.”

“This time wasn’t my fault.”

“Uh huh.”  You sighed and took a few steps closer, reaching out to prod at the wound on Mary’s head.  They hissed and tried to jerk away but you grabbed their chin to keep them still.  “Stop being a baby.”

“Stop poking me!”

“Do you want my help or not?”  Mary finally relented, staying still and leaning into you a little bit.  “Thank you.  Geez Mary, did you get hit by a rock or something?”

“A frying pan.”

“A fry–you know what, I don’t wanna know.  Alright, lean back ok?  I’m going to go get some clean water and the sewing kit from the Doc.”  

You ignored Mary’s groan, quickly leaving your room and heading down the hall.  The Doc would be down at the tables this time of the night so it was easy to slip into his room and grab his kit.  After getting a job here it wasn’t long before you were helping out all over the place.  While the town was relatively quiet there still was the odd bar fight or even a random shoot out from time to time.  Enough action to warrant hiring someone just in case.

When you made it back to your room Mary was still on your bed.  For a moment you were frozen, worried that they had been hurt a lot worse than you had thought.  You dropped the kit and rushed over to your bed, your hands landing on Mary’s chest and shaking him.  Mary wasn’t yours by any means, you had no doubt Mary never had trouble finding a warm bed no matter where they were.  But that didn’t stop your heart from plummeting when you thought they might be gone.

It didn’t stop you from wishing things were different.

“Ow, ow, ow!  What the shit?!”  Mary shook themselves awake, immediately swatting at your hands to get you to stop shaking him.  “I am injured here!  You’re supposed to be fixing me, not making things worse!”

Pinching their nipple wasn’t something the Doc would recommend but hearing Mary’s indignant squawk was worth it.

“Just making sure you’re alive.”  

You smiled when Mary groaned and dropped back against the bed.  They had definitely been through the ringer, whatever had happened.  You couldn’t imagine an outlaw such as The Cardinal using a frying pan of all things, but you supposed anything could be a weapon in the right hands.  Mary was thankfully still when you began cleaning the wound on their forehead.  The blood was caked in their hair so you did your best to clean it without having a tub to dunk them in.

Maybe you could talk them into a bath tomorrow.

“That feels nice.”  They were practically purring as you let your fingers rub against their scalp, trying to avoid the gash.  It would definitely need at least a few stitches.  “I knew I came to the right place.”

“I’m glad you came here too.”  That got you a lazy smile, the one that had lured you into Mary’s orbit to begin with.  “Time for the stitches.”

Mary whimpered, clenching their eyes shut as you got to work.  The gash wasn’t that bad but you knew how vain Mary could be.  It would look a lot better after this and they’d certainly whine about it a lot less.  The whole thing was over in a few minutes and after tugging Mary into a sitting position you helped them out of their shirt to clean up the rest of them as best you could.

“Mmm, I knew you’d try to get me out of my clothes.”

“You caught me, Goore.  That’s what I wanted to do the minute I saw you in my bed.”

“Anything else?”  Mary grunted when you tugged on their boots, chucking them across the room so you wouldn’t trip on them in the morning.  Their pants were next and you groaned with the effort it took to tug the stupidly tight things off their legs.  “Well, sweetheart?”

Mary was grinning at you, the only thing covering them the sheet they had pulled over their lap.  It was an attempt at modesty you weren’t used to, typically Mary spent most of their time in your room naked.  Not that you minded but it was pretty obvious by the way Mary was squinting and the yawn they just let out that Mary was in no condition for anything but a thorough cuddle.

“Actually yeah, there’s one other thing I’d like to do with you.”  Mary kept the grin as you moved closer, their hands going to your waist when you got onto the bed next to them.  You leaned forward and pressed a kiss over the stitches before dropping a few more across their face.  The strength seemed to leave Mary’s body then and you wrapped your arms around their shoulders and tugged them back down onto the bed.  “Let’s take a nap.”

“That’s not very sexy.”

“Neither is having you bleed everywhere.”

“Not bleeding any more.”

“Yeah but it’s hard to kiss you when you’re yawning constantly.”

“Other things besides my mouth you cou–ow!  Fine!  Ok, ok I’m sorry.”  Mary let out a pained groan when you pulled your fingers away.  “Pinching an injured man, does Doc do that?”

“No, but he also doesn’t kiss his patients either.”  You reached down and pulled the blanket up over you both, your eyes trailing over Mary’s body as it disappeared underneath the fabric.  They had some new scars since you saw them last and you made a note to ask about them whenever Mary was feeling better.  For right now rest was the most important thing.  “Go to sleep Mary.”

“Hmm, I guess.”  They wiggled around in your bed, wrapping their arms around you and tugging you so your back was against their chest.  Mary’s breath ruffled the hair next to your ear making you shiver.  Their arms tightened around you in response and you couldn’t help but smile, letting yourself relax and enjoy the feeling.  “Will you be here when I wake up?”

Mary’s voice was muffled against so you turned your head to try and catch their eyes.  

“What?”  

Those gorgeous green eyes of his sluggishly opened and they gave you a lazy smile before repeating themselves.

“When I wake up?  You still gonna be here?”

“Of course, Mary.”  They let out a soft hum, tugging you back against their chest.  You felt their breath evening out as they began to fall asleep and while you were tired yourself you couldn’t help but tease them one last time.  “It’s my bed anyway.”

It was Mary’s turn to pinch you, quickly followed by his fingers digging into your sides and tickling you.  After you screeched trying to get away an unfortunately aimed elbow had him groaning and demanding mercy.  You turned in Mary’s arms, humming as you brushed their hair out of their face.  

“Terrible bedside manner.”

“My sincerest apologies, Mr. Goore.”  You kissed their pouting lips, their cheeks and their forehead until Mary settled down again, their breath evening out once more.  Right when you were on the edge of sleep yourself you smiled against Mary’s chest, murmuring a promise into their skin before sleep took you,  “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

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GHOST

sundress season - mary goore x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

synchronicity - cardinal copia x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

fever for the fire - cumulus x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

i must confess to you (i want to possess you) - cumulus x f!reader, prequel to fever for the fire, NSFW, MDNI

to taste your beating heart - cirrus x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

sweetest submission - dewdrop x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

untitled - cardinal copia x gn!reader

this hell (is better with you) - ghoulettes x afab!reader

worship this love - cumulus x f!reader

meet me in the woods - cirrus x f!reader, regency au, NSFW, MDNI

dream (a little dream of me) - aether x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

feel you from the inside - dewdrop x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

i'd be your mistress (just to have you around) - cardinal copia x f!reader

the potential of you and me - phantom x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

whatever she wants (whatever you want) - cumulus x f!reader (x cirrus, sort of), NSFW, MDNI

your sin, your preacher - papa emeritus ii x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

give me mercy no more - cardinal copia x f!reader x cumulus, NSFW, MDNI

CURATOR!READER (non-chronological series)

dreadful need in the devotee - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

can't find you in the dark - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

unraveling a stitch - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

you send me - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

something so precious - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

i am the heart that you call home - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

every day is halloween - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

take me apart - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

traduzione - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

satan baby - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

✨ BONUS ✨ - curator!reader x cardinal copia playlist

GHOUL BICYCLE SERIES

heaven in hiding - swiss x f!reader (virgin!reader) , NSFW, MDNI

the undone and the divine - swiss x f!reader, sequel to heaven in hiding, part two in the ghoul bicycle series. NSFW, MDNI

ain't it a gentle sound - dewdrop x f!reader, part three in the ghoul bicycle series (part i, part ii), NSFW, MDNI

waiting for you only - cumulus x f!reader, part four in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

our little remedy - aether x f!reader x mountain, part five in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

separated by a degree - cirrus x f!reader, part six in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

naked in that garden - rain x f!reader, part seven in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

feathers in our bed - transfem!sunshine x f!reader, part eight in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

some know it lovingly - phantom x f!reader, part nine in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

my blood is singing with your voice - aurora x f!reader, part ten in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

the burn between our hearts - ghouls/ghoulettes x f!reader, final part in the ghoul bicycle series

💥 bonus 💥

dance of the seven veils - aether x f!reader, extension of the ghoul bicycle series

aether and dew spitroasting ghoul bicycle reader

ghoul bicycle series group first date

ghoul bicycle series bonus post part 1

mini fics/prompts

cumulus x f!reader x cardinal copia - NSFW, MDNI

mountain x ghoulettes - NSFW, MDNI

cirrus x f!reader - NSFW, MDNI

cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader (part 1, part 2) - NSFW, MDNI

ghoulettes with an inexperienced reader - NSFW, MDNI

phantom x f!reader (x mountain) - NSFW, MDNI

ghouls/ghoulettes and bloodlust - NSFW, MDNI

ghouls/ghoulettes handling your depressive episode

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thank you everyone for your continued support in letting me get both my nasty AND tender fantasies out. love you xoxo.

[ghuleh-recs]

Some Mary Goore recs for those of us mourning the loss of Repugnant. Like to charge and reblog to cast an absolute motherfucker of a hex on Spotify.

Fics under the cut. These are filthy because Mary is filthy. 18+ mdni

Kinktober 2021 Day 12 - @copias-thrall - dew x mary x swiss

Swiss has some fun with the two resident gremlins.

The Green Fairy - @gasolineghuleh - mary x f!reader

The cute bartender has a bit of a secret, doesn't he? It isn't until you cut yourself on some glass that you notice it, and the hunt begins.

First Dates and Second First Dates - @filthy-rat - mary x gn!reader

After your first date goes slightly awry, Mary insists that you have a second first date, which is completely different from a second date.

Painting Mary - @lady-necropolis - mary x f!reader

could i request a fic about the reader doing their halloween makeup/facepaint, and they want to try doing mary’s and ends up pulling the “i want to do your makeup so i have to straddle you oh noooo 👀” card.

Again - @ramblingoak - mary x virgin!reader (f!reader)

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?”  Mary didn’t answer, they continued to remain still by the bed staring down at you.  You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and glaring at them.  “Haven’t you done this before?

Gotcha - @lady-jane3 - mary x gn!reader

They regained some of their cocky air and flipped the knife between their fingers, making me flinch slightly in more difficult passes between. The shot of adrenaline I felt each time the passes just slightly lagged made me start to understand it, feeling a cool cloud of relief after each burst of adrenaline. A crooked grin slowly crept across his lips as he noticed the way I was watching the flash of the blade, thinking that he caught my attention exactly the way he wanted it.

Mary Machinations - @filthy-rat - mary x f!reader

Mary's got this van. He calls it his "shaggin' wagon". As perhaps his only friend that he hasn't stuck his dick in, you have yet to be invited into the back of it, but that's about to change.

Pigtails, Baby - @gasolineghuleh - mary x f!reader

Mary uses your pigtails to help you give him a nice, sloppy alleyway blowjob.

Saucy Mary Goore - @copias-thrall - mary x f!reader

“You show enough chicks Jesus, and that goes a long way to them thinking you ain’t that much of an asshole after all.” It sounds like a snappy comeback in your head, but the minute the words are out, you want to shove them back in. “So you’re saying the only way to get someone to stop thinking you’re an asshole is to let you fuck it out of them?” He bites his bottom lip and sucks the air through his teeth as he gives you an appraising look. 

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Hey everyone! I’m Elizabeth (:

My blog is strictly 18+! Sometimes I write just fluff and will label it as such, but usually I write adult themes and I will always tag my posts with content/trigger warnings.

My requests are open! - anything from fanfics, drabbles, headcanons. I love getting requests, DMs, comments, reblogs, etc! Just a few things to know and some boundaries I do have:

Typically I write Papa x Reader (either GN or F reader), but I am open to changing it up

I’ll write any of the Papas or Ghouls/Ghoulettes, but am most comfortable w/ Terzo x Reader or Copia x Reader

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🔞 The following list contains NSFW content. Minors DNI 🔞

Wintertime Smut Collection ❄️

XXXmas At The Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia

Naughty Presents (Primo) by @copias-sewer-rat

Ungrumpify Your Papa (Secondo) by @molly-ghuleh

Mistletoe’d (Terzo) by @ghulehunknown

Treasure Hunt (Copia) by @bupia

Papa Holiday Headcanons

Papa Valentine’s Day Headcanons

Vacation Full Length Smut and “The Note” (a continuation of Mistletoe’d) - coming soon!

“A Holiday Tail”

“A Rainy Winter”

Kinktober 2023 Collection 🦇

Day 1 - masturbation • Day 2 - Terzomega • Day 3 - blowjob • Day 4 - cunnilingus, fingering, worship • Day 5 - miniskirt rough sex, dom • Day 6 - soft dom, sweet sex • Day 7 - teacher/student, inexperience, praise • Day 8 - rimming • Day 9 - public sex, exhibitionism • Day 10 - spanking, fishnets • Day 11 - group sex • Day 12 - sub Copia, degradation • Day 13 - kissing HCs • Day 14 - period sex HCs • Day 15 - lovemaking HCs • Halloween - Vamperzo, period sex

Copia/Papa Emeritus IV

“Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • “Cardi Confessions” • Random Drabble • “Creature Comforts”

Terzo/Papa Emeritus III

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “La Notte del Vampiro” • “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “One Missed Text”

Secondo/Papa Emeritus II

“Papa’s Punishment”

Primo/Papa Emeritus I

“Teach Me Tonight”

Papa of Choice

“Caught by Papa” • “Tangled Sheets”

Headcanons

Kissing/Cuddling • Period Sex/Comforting • Romantic Sex/Lovemaking • Sick Days • Mary Goore NSFW • Positions • Going Down (F Receiving) • Jealousy • Thanksgiving • Showering Together • Holidays • Valentine’s Day

Ghouls

“A Holiday Tail” (Mountain) • “A Rainy Winter” (Rain)

Gender Neutral

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Tangled Sheets” • “Papa’s Punishment” • Random Copia Drabble • “A Rainy Winter” • “Creature Comforts”

F!Reader

“Caught by Papa” • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • “Teach Me Tonight” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “Cardi Confessions” • “La Notte del Vampiro” * “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “A Holiday Tail” (Mountain x AFAB) • “One Missed Text”

[goorehound]

Request from @frankenfaandom : Can I request a mary goore x reader fic where he's a vampire? Blood everywhere, him kind of going a lil insane for the reader, yk yk (smut wins bonus points)

A gift for my pal here. Not beta-read bc I didn’t want to spoil it for ya by asking you to beta it for me, but hopefully no massive errors! I did get carried away so it’s a little long. Oopsies.

Vampire Mary x GN AFAB reader, feeding, and smut. Enjoy!

Mary had been good with you. More gentle than you’d expected for someone that isn’t quite human and is entirely bloodthirsty. He’d never lost his cool, the only flash of fangs you’d seen was when he giggled to himself over some stupid joke. A good half of which you just didn’t get, and sometimes you joked that he was going senile in his ‘old age’ when he erupted into laughter over something that simply wasn’t funny.

He’d never fed in front of you for - well for pretty obvious reasons. Even when he came slipping through your window, face flushed from a fresh meal he’d still washed himself off. You couldn’t find a hint of anything abnormal, except that coppery taste in your shared kisses.

So when he downright asked for a taste, as he’d so delicately put it, you were thrown off kilter.

“Huh?” You rolled over on to your stomach where you lounged on the bed to get a better look at him so you were no longer seeing him upside down, propping your head up in your hands instead of dangling it over the edge of the mattress.

“You know.” He raised his head from where he was sprawled on the floor, eyeing your throat. His lips curved into a teasing and playful smile, offering a glimpse of canines that were just riding the edge of unnaturally sharp. “A little taste.”

The calm tone of his voice was betrayed by the way the whites of his eyes were beginning to be edged with a murky, dark bloody colour. Your head tilted with curiously furrowed brows, a crease forming between them.

“Why?” You asked evenly. And your lack of fear seemed to be what urged him to crawl up on to the bed to join you, rolling you to return to your back as he slipped chilled fingers beneath your shirt, large hand mapping over your waist.

“You smell so fucking good.” His voice had taken on a sort of growling that made your head spin, and you exhaled sharply when he was nosing along your jaw.

“Mare, wait.” You insisted, even though he had made no move to go any further than he had.

“Mmhmm, I’m waiting.” He stilled, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze and pulling back to meet your eyes. That murky colour had almost overtaken his eyes at this point and drove a thrill through you.

“Just, uh-“ You had to swallow to force your throat and vocal cords to work with you. “Just a taste?”

“Only if you want.” Mary assured you in a croon. “I wouldn’t hurt you, baby, cross my heart.” His hand released your waist to do just that over his chest.

And you did kind of want. Of course you had full faith in him, and you let your instincts be quelled by that burning want.

“Yeah.” You nodded in a bit of a daze, unable to break his gaze. That had him lighting up with barely contained delight, dropping down for a kiss that carried a hint of fangs, more or less manhandling you up to lay against the pillows and drawing a huff of laughter from you at his obvious eagerness.

“Yeah?” He parroted back when your fingers burrowed themselves deep in his hair, scraping over his scalp and drawing a pleased rumbling hum from him. Encouraging him to settle more comfortably on top of you, your legs tangling until one of his thighs was cushioned comfortably between yours. As soon as your head was bouncing in another nod, his lips were all over your jaw. Dipping down to kiss beneath your ear as you hummed and carded your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull.

A soft sigh escaped you when he stopped at your jugular, feeling him inhale deeply more than you heard it. He let out a short noise and didn’t move for a few moments, long enough that you were just opening your mouth to ask if he was alright when he shifted himself lower. A searing kiss placed at the base of your throat, and your hum of approval was cut off by a prick of fangs.

They buried deep but didn’t linger like you expected, leaving you reeling when he pulled away to start licking up the trails of blood that spilled free. And the noise the taste drew out of him? Inhuman, and it pooled and coiled molten in your gut, fingers twisting hard in his hair.

He dived back in to mouth at the puncture marks, and you could feel Mary’s tongue squirming against you to bask in the flavour. Then he was sucking harder and harder, and you gasped when he swallowed hard with a resounding groan.

“Mary.” You whispered, your call for attention falling on deaf ears as he plunged his teeth into your neck again. A bit higher this time, and his fangs stayed rooted in deeply. It was different. It did not feel the same as him nicking the skin to get a taste, and it tingled like pins and needles. Like the skin had gone numb, and all you could feel was a deep pressure.

“Mare.” You tried again, turning your head towards him and shuddering when he growled out in dismay. Not keen to interrupt him just yet you let your head loll back against the pillows, feeling Mary’s tense form push down onto you as he tried to close any gaps, feeling your warmth seep into his skin.

It felt warm where his mouth was connected to you, hot and wet. The cold air was a shock when Mary finally broke off, pulling back to look down at you. The deep red had taken over entirely, so much so that the entirety of his eyes were almost black. Pale skin stained red around his lips, those sharp canines elongated into something dangerous.

Lifting a hand, the bad of his thumb ran over the marks he’d left. Slick. More blood than you’d thought.

“Don’t make me stop.” The guitarist bent his neck to push your chin up with his nose, forcing your head back, exposing more skin. “Taste so fucking good, baby, don’t make me stop.”

When his hips pushed down hungrily against you, you could only nod dumbly. Feeling lightheaded, the heat that had been stirring in you only increasing tenfold. “Yeah, yeah, please, Mare. Don’t stop.”

And Mary did not disappoint, burrowing back into your throat. Teeth sinking directly into your jugular and his thigh nestled firmly between your legs, the sensation feeling brand new. Your skin felt like it was buzzing, alive, with a mind of its own. Your fingers were sloppy in his hair and pawing down his back, pulling his shirt high enough to get up against his skin.

He was sucking hard, clamping his jaw down harder, making your back arch off the bed with the force of it. Your body was reacting as if there was pain, but you couldn’t feel it. That instinct to shove him off and get away was tickling at the back of your neck, but you couldn’t understand it, couldn’t comprehend leaving when it felt this good.

Mary seemed to agree, grunting and groaning. Pulling off to lick at your throat and push your shirt up to fondle your chest, dragging sharp teeth along the column of your neck when you bucked up against him.

When you caught a glimpse of him, he looked like he was bordering on wanting to eat you alive. In response, you pulled him into a metallic kiss. Mary’s hips ground down against you, his thigh rubbing in a way that had you keening and yanking at his hair, digging nails into the expanse of his back.

Your tongue flicked against his teeth, only aware it had been sliced open when more blood started to pool into the kiss. Moaning obscenely at the way Mary doubled down into the kiss, fingers dancing clumsily over your nipple before feeling down your body frantically. Fingers tugging and pulling until he could get his hand down your pants.

“Oh,” You gasped out, breaking the kiss to pant when his fingers roamed over you. Rocking down against them when he traced along your seam. “Shit.”

“Fuck, did that get you wet baby?” Mary babbled almost incoherently as he was peppering sloppy kisses over whatever skin he could reach. Dotting a few over your lips and groaning when your tongues brushed and he was gifted another few drops of fresh blood.

Worming his hand around until he grew frustrated, he was quickly shifting down to yank off any fabric obstructing him from reaching you, pushing your bare thighs apart as soon as he was able and your shirt higher so he could take a good look at you.

Quickly warming fingers ran along your entrance, his mouth opening as a noise got caught around his throat when you clenched around nothing. You blinked, and he was back in your space, no longer looming over you. His fingers were circling expertly and drawing a shocked moan from you as he started to leave a trail of kisses downwards, wet and smearing leftover blood, the scrape of teeth down your stomach raising goosebumps over your skin.

“Mary,” You pet over his shoulder, over the back of his neck, through his locks. Hips arching towards his lips. The man who looked up at you at that was almost unrecognizable at this point, and you were mesmerized when he shifted lower. Two fingers buried themselves into you at the same time that two fangs sunk deep into your thigh, Mary’s gaze was half-lidded and lustful as he peered up at you. His body shifting like a coiled spring when you moaned out loud, rocking against him and gripping firmly at his hair.

His eyes finally shut as he fed from your leg, fingers curling and prodding in ways that had you gasping and pleading for him. Supernatural being or not, he was not immune to your begging, pulling off your thigh to lick at where his fingers were shifting inside you. Tracing upwards until he was flicking and twirling his tongue, teasing and coaxing your orgasm closer.

“Mary, Mare, I’m gonna- oh fuck, Mare.” Your eyes closed, mouth falling open on silent pleas until you were trembling and falling over the edge. Mary’s mouth and fingers following the buck of your hips until you were twitching and keening, and he was crawling back up and taking off his jeans with one hand.

“Let me fuck you, got me so fucking hard. Driving me insane. Let me fuck you, baby, gonna take good care of you.” Mary raved on, kicking his boxers to the floor as he settled his hips between your legs. You couldn’t think beyond the way he rocked his cock between your legs, rubbing against your oversensitive clit and forcing a mewl from your throat. He gave a twitch of interest at that, and his composure seemed to crack. “Please, let me fuck you, please baby.”

Unable to find the words, you hooked your legs up around him, reaching between your bodies to take his cock and line it up.

It was an easy slide with you already relaxed from one orgasm, and whatever the fuck the blood loss had done to your brain to make it impossible to do anything but give breathy moans. Louder when he slid home, matching the volume of Mary’s responding groan.

The way he started to grind into you was animalistic, and you responded in kind - clawing the length of his back as he tried to bury himself impossibly deeper, his face in the crook of your neck. Worrying at your flesh with the blunt of his teeth and moaning.

Then he started fucking into you with passion, clearly spurred on by your gasps of shock and subsequent screams of pleasure. Every time his cock hit perfectly aimed inside of you, your mind blanked, unintelligible words flowing from your lips.

You hadn’t even noticed him latch on to your neck. Not until he was biting down hard enough that it stung, your brain woozy and thoughts unable to string together, knocked off kilter by a rush of endorphins, and completely caught by surprise when you came again. Clenching and spasming around his cock as he ground in desperately, using your body to work him through his own orgasm, another unfamiliar noise coming from him that you could only describe as a snarl.

And then things went hazy and slowly, calmly, everything went dark.

You woke some time later, feeling cleaner than you expected. But almost hungover. Shifting followed by a disgruntled and tired noise that you belatedly realized came from yourself.

There was a soft shushing as your hand clumsily came up to scratch at your neck, which was itchy. A whine when your fingers were blocked by a - a bandage?

“Settle, baby, you’re alright.” Mary’s voice drew you further into consciousness and you happily pressed more firmly where you were laying against his chest. “There you go. Relax, I’ve got ya, you’re alright.”

After heaving a sigh, you gave his bare chest a squeeze. He settled the blankets more tightly around you again.

“Must’ve passed out.” You mumbled, feeling a bit raspy and frowning about it.

“Think I got carried away.” Cool fingers brushed through your hair, and you sighed out your pleasure. “I checked you out, you’re okay. Promise. Just a bit too much at once.”

This made sense. Loosing blood and finishing twice would probably knock someone on their ass, and you couldn’t really complain - you didn’t feel that terrible, and the pleasure of all of it far outweighed whatever discomfort you felt now.

With a moment of silence, you tried to cram together your jumbled thoughts. And after coming to a consensus that made sense in your mind, turning and sinking your teeth hard into the skin of Mary’s chest.

He paused.

“Ow?”

“Had to make sure I wasn’t a vampire.” You said reasonably.

Another beat of silence from him. “So you bit another vampire?” He asked, and you heard amusement lacing his tone. Casting your glance upward it was confirmed by the smirk twisting at his lips.

“Duh.” You responded flatly, and he nodded seriously.

“Good thinking on that one. Glad we know now.” Mary planted a kiss on your forehead. “Still feeling loopy, huh?” He asked with another one of those infuriating smirks.

“Mind your own business.” You grumbled and came to nuzzle into his neck with a heavy sigh, feeling lazily over his chest and ribs, basking in the smoothness of him. Must’ve been a while that you’d slept curled around him, because your body heat had seeped into his bones. It was nice.

“You really liked that.” You pointed out, smiling pleased and giving a lazy kiss to the nearest patch of skin.

“Baby, that was the highlight of the fucking century.” Mary purred back to you and began to trace mindless little patterns over your back, sending tingles down your spine.

“Mmm.” Lost in thought, you hummed. “Seemed pretty horny for feeding.” He tensed beneath your body as you began to shake with laughter, trying to compose yourself enough to finish your thought. “Kind like a-“ Paused to giggle. “Like a food fetish, huh?”

“Jesus Christ.” Mary said. “Shut the fuck up. I like you better when you’re sleeping, close your eyes.” You snorted against him.

“Food play.” Was giggled out after a second, and he wrapped you up tightly in his arms as if smothering you with enough affection would silence you.

“My little feederism vampire.” You cackled out.

“I despise you. Did you know that?” Mary lied through his teeth, clear by the way he was burrowing his face in your hair to hide his own smile. “You’re a loathesome creature.” He told you.

“Mmm, I love you too.” You mumbled, laughter dying down as the lull of sleep called to you. Cushioned on his chest and feeling safer than you would anywhere else, even after his little display earlier. Had you not worried about actually dying of blood loss by repeating that too quickly, you would’ve recommended you do it again sometime soon.

“Bastard.” Mary replied as he rubbed his cheek against your head and began to play his fingers through your hair. He waited until you went lax, sprawling kisses over your hairline. “I love you.”

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Bath time with Mary, ironically, gets a little messy. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Bathtime 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x GN!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI or I will make you rue the day you clicked on my fic and crossed my boundaries), dirty talk, brief jerking off and hand jobs (is hand jobs the gender neutral term?), sex in a bathtub (can be read as PiV or anal), Mary being possessive (but not in the creepy stalker way). 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1854 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Yo yo yo it's been a while, huh? University work has been killing me and pushing me to the brink of academic burn out but I've only got one essay left now so it's okay! This is gonna be the first in what I hope to be many Mushy May fics that I write this month and most will likely be Mary themed bc I just really need some Mary rn. Credit goes to @forlorn-crows for the Mushy May prompts! I've only proofread this to make sure I've not used gendered terms for reader's genitals or any gendered pronouns/words for reader so if I've missed any please let me know and I'll fix that ASAP! 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

You couldn’t help but smile at the slam of the door and the thumping of boots stomping through your apartment as you played with the robe belt that was tied around your waist. You bit your lip when the thudding steps stopped and transitioned into slightly quieter ones, your partner’s boots clearly having been discarded the closer to the bathroom they got. And then your smile turned into a grin as you glanced up through the now open door to find Mary staring at you hungrily.

“I’d tell you to take a picture, but you already have plenty of those tucked away in that little secret folder on your phone, don’t you?” you teased. Your eyes slowly raked up and down their body, your gaze lingering on their crotch before you glanced up at their face once more.

“What? You don’t like being my muse?” Mary finally stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it as he pulled his shirt over his head and dumped it unceremoniously onto the floor. Unbuckling his belt, he moved towards you with a smirk and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Did I say that?” You draped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in so that your noses were touching. “I happen to love being your muse. You have a great eye for lighting and negative space and all that.”

Mary quirked a brow at you, trapping you against him as his hands rested on your ass and pushed your bodies together. “And all that, huh? Really turning on the flattery tonight, aren’t you?”

You hummed as you sealed your lips over his in a kiss, his fingers digging into your behind as he squeezed. His mouth slid over yours languidly, tongue darting out to swipe over your bottom lip before he bit down on it and gave it a tug. The kiss ended just as soon as it had begun, much to your displeasure, and he chuckled as you pouted at him.

“Let’s get out of these shitty clothes. Wanna get down and squeaky clean with you,” they insisted, drawing giggles out of you as they briefly tickled your sides before stepping back to shuck the rest of their clothes.

You waited until they were just in their boxers before you undid the belt on your robe and let the fabric drop to the floor, dramatically revealing your body to them. The growl that rumbled in their chest sent a thrill through you as you leaned back against the counter, showing off your body to them. Tauntingly, you delicately trailed your fingers down your chest, over your stomach, and stopped just where short curls of hair began.

“Fuck,” Mary hissed, eyes fixed on your nether regions. “I’ve been thinking about you all night at the gig.”

You hummed, fingers inching down ever so slightly. “Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” They pulled their boxers down their thighs, uncovering their quickly hardening cock as the last layer of clothing dropped to the floor and they stepped out of it. “You have any idea how much I wanna just bury myself between those thighs and never resurface?”

Squeezing your thighs together at their words, you watched as they slowly started to stroke themselves. Their thumb brushed over their tip with each upstroke, leisurely pulling at themselves as they fully hardened in their grip.

“You see what you do to me? How badly I need you? All I have to do is think about you onstage, just for a moment, and I have to hide behind my guitar. Press it against myself to make that ache for you ease just enough that I don’t start touching myself in front of the crowd because you get me hard so damn fast.”

His free hand braced himself on the counter behind you when he stepped back into your personal space. His pupils were blown with desire, pea green irises growing thinner as he stared at your lips and continued to touch himself.

“If I had it my way, I’d have you in my lap 24/7 and you’d never leave. Just fucking yourself on my cock, taking whatever pleasure I give you and making you cum over…”

His lips ghosted over yours.

“And over…”

You felt his chest brush against yours.

“And over again.”

You swatted his hand away from his cock and took over, your fist flying over his cock as he groaned into your ear and bit down on your earlobe.

“Mm, that’s it. So good for me, aren’t you? You know exactly what I need, and you give it to me exactly how I want it.”

A gasp passed through your lips as his fingers pressed between your thighs to touch you where he knew you wanted him the most, digits featherlight and teasing as he rocked into your hand.

“The water will get cold if we carry on like this,” you huffed out, desire encouraging your body to become more slick down below the more he touched you. “We should get in while it’s still hot.”

Mary hummed and nipped at your ear. “Is that what you really want? You don’t want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you until your crying on my cock?”

Their words elicited a soft whine from your throat. “Rather be bouncing on your dick in the tub so I can watch your face while I cum, Mare.”

With a growl, they led you towards the tub and climbed in. The groan they released as they settled in the hot water, shoulders visibly untensing as they did so, encouraged you to step in after them. You straddled their hips the best you could in the cramped bathtub, some of the water sloshing over the edge when you almost slipped at one point and Mary caught you. The two of you laughed, noses bumping as you shuffled forwards to try and line yourself up.

“How’d I know you’d prepare yourself before I got here?” They hands rested on your hips, thumbs caressing your skin gently in contrast with the dirty talk you’d both engaged in just a moment again. “It’s like you always know what I want before I even tell you.”

You pressed a kiss to his chin and then to his throat. “Maybe I think about you a lot too when you’re performing with the band.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, you hovered over his cock before easing yourself down onto him. You winced at the stretch, his girth providing a slight but delicious sting. “Always thinking about my Scary Mary.”

“Oh? I’m your Scary Mary, am I?” His tone was playful but the look of genuine adoration on his face let you know he appreciated your claim on him.

“Of course.” He was fully sheathed inside you now, hands rubbing your thighs as you got used to the sensation of him being inside you once more. “There’s no-one else I’d rather call mine. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

Water dripped from his hand as he cupped your cheek, rivulets trickling down his arm. “Good, because I think you and I would be having words if you were calling someone else yours.”

Once you were ready, you slowly lifted yourself up before rocking back down onto his dick again, water splashing and swishing around the two of you as you rode him. He moved his hand back down to your hips, his palms skimming over your skin to grasp at your ass as he guided you up and down his cock.

“What kind of words would we be having, Mare?”

They purred as they started to nip at your throat, nudging your chin with their nose so you would tilt your head back for them. “The possessive kind.”

A shiver tickled down your spine. “Oh?”

Their teeth grazed over your windpipe, biting down just enough for your breath to hitch before they chuckled and planted a kiss there. “The ‘nobody gets to have you like this but me’ kind of words.”

Nails dug into the squishy flesh of your ass cheeks, dragging up towards your spine as you continued to bounce. Water splashed over the rim of the tub again, but you couldn’t care less about the mess you were making.

“The ‘nobody can make you feel good the way I do’ kind of words.”

You mewled as he began to caress and rub your sex in synch with your downward thrusts, thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure.

“The kind of words that remind you of who you belong to. And you know who you belong to, don’t you?”

Heat started to pool in your abdomen as you nodded, the elastic band within stretching tighter and tighter.

“And who do you belong to, hm?”

“You,” you moaned, grinding down against him each time his cock plunged deep inside you. He slapped your ass and you fell forwards, head resting on his shoulder and mouth ajar at the new angle he was hitting within you.

“And what’s my name baby? You gonna say my name for me?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he said it, his hand still working you as you both rolled your hips to get him as far inside your depth as you could.

“Mary.”

“Say it again.”

You began to move faster now, both of you approaching your peaks. Water splashed rhythmically with the slapping of your thighs against his, skin against skin.

“Say my name, baby, c’mon.”

The band of pleasure was stretching so tight now that you knew you were gonna snap at any moment. “Mary!”

A wave of bathwater crested over the bathtub as Mary adjusted their position so they could piston up into you. “Yeah, say my fucking name, fuck. Tell me who owns you.”

“Mary! MaryMaryMary!” You almost sobbed as the coil of pleasure finally snapped, your climax crashing down on you as Mary fucked you through it. The rapid rise and fall of their chest as they thrust into you hard and fast, their stomach muscles tensing, told you they were getting close too. You rocked against them, clenching around their cock and squeezing them as they took hold of your hips in a bruising grip.

“That’s right. Mary. Fucking. Goore!” They unleashed a loud groan as they emptied themselves inside you, painting your walls with their seed as they held you down against them, muscles twitching.

Eventually, Mary helped you to remove yourself from him and the two of you moaned as his cum dripped out of you and into what remained of the bathwater.

Oh shit. The bathwater.

You both glanced over at what was now the soaked bathroom floor. Your robe had gotten the worst of it, drenched from the evidence of your bath time shenanigans. Mary’s socks were also soaked through as well as the cuffs of his jeans. You stared at one another for a moment before bursting into a bout of giggles, your forehead pressed against his as you came down from your climaxes.

You both had a lot of cleaning up to do.

[bunnni-gutz]

funeral arrangements

summary: reader and family own a funeral home and reader gifts mary a retired hearse for their birthday

a/n: completely based off of this dream i had a while ago lmao. also, this is my first time ever writing a fic so plz be nice. and i do not use upper case words so don’t try to make me <33

mary goore x gn!reader

warnings: mortician talk and mentions of dead people + a little bit of swearing bc mary has a dirty vocabulary and he calls reader baby like once (?)

i was helping my father. we had another one today, a lot younger than the rest, had a family that needed him to look his best by the end of the week. it’s pretty normal to feel sad for these unfortunate victims of death, and to want to preserve as much of their dignity as we could. while my father was washing his hair, i was getting all of the products that were necessary lined up and ready to use. we hadn’t talked much during the process, but when we were adding tiny little details to his face to make him look as alive as he could be, he said “i don’t know if your mother told you, but we’ve bought a new hearse. getting ready to retire the red one. you know, with the black velvet interior?” and then it hit me. mary has never had a car, always walking or taking the bus. i’ve been searching for the perfect gift for them for months now and it was perfect. a hearse in a dark crimson color, just like the blood they wore on stage, black velvet, like their hair.. it was absolutely perfect so i just had to keep it. “would you be open to me giving it to mary?” i asked. “of course! they would absolutely love it.” mary had always taking an interest in my family’s business and my future job once i get my license. so it was set, i just had to clean it up, get it all nice and shiny, ready for its new owner. a few days later, it was finally time. i had messaged them to come over and to wait at the porch while i got their gift ready. they were a little skeptical about having to be blindfolded and brought into the garage, but they did it anyway. once the blindfold was on i grabbed their hands to guide them while i opened up the garage. when we were inside i positioned them right in front of the shiny hearse and took their blindfold off at the count of three. they were speechless, not even a single sound coming from their mouth. “i know it’s a little unexpected and if you don’t like it you don’t have to take it bu-“ they cut me off by launching themselves into my arms in a tight hug. “holy shit you got me a hearse?” they said as their mouth hung in disbelief. “my dad said we didn’t need it anymore and i just thought it was perfect for you, since it’s your colors and all.” i said a little sheepishly. “it’s fuckin’ perfect baby, i don’t even know what to say. i love you so much.” they whispered the last bit as they removed their head from my neck to look at me. “i love you too.” i whispered back pulling them into another hug. once they pulled back they had a giant grin plastered across their face as they peppered my face in kisses, and swayed with me in their arms as i laughed and kissed them back. “you wanna go for a ride?” they asked as they jingled the keys in their hand. “i thought you failed your drivers test?” i asked with a quizzical look. “just the driving part.” they said with a smile on their face as we buckled our seat belts.

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new fics:

Napping in the Clouds (young copia, angst and fluff, sfw)

A Kiss Goodnight (copia x gn!reader, a sweet kiss, nsfw)

Peanuts and Cracker Jacks (secondo x f!reader, ghaseball, smut)

Suggestions (copia x swiss, a very thorough kiss)

A Nap With Secondo (secondo x gn!reader, fluff, sfw)

ongoing series:

Tales From Lucifer's Hollow (copia x aether, mountain x rain, swiss x phantom/aeon, fluff, eventual smut) An au series set in the small town of Lucifer's Hollow. A look at the lives of the humans and ghouls that live there. There are just snippets so far but I've linked them below or you can search the tag: tales from lucifer's hollow. Mr. November (copia x aether) snippets so far: here and here A Petal For Your Thoughts (mountain x rain) snippets so far: here, here, here, here, here and here Sweets and Treats (swiss x phantom/aeon) snippets so far: here and here

Naps With Copia - series masterpost (copia x gn!reader, fluff, fluff and fluff, sfw) A series of stand alone stories featuring soft, fluffy naps with Copia and gender neutral readers. The specific "Copia" will be listed by each story.

The Cardinal's Bride (copia x f!reader, cowboy au, angst, smut) latest chapter: 12 / series masterpost After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about...

Copia on ICE! (copia x f!reader, winter olympics au, angst, fluff, smut) Chapters: 1 / series masterpost At what would probably be your final Winter Olympics you needed to focus on realizing your dream of winning gold. You definitely didn't need to start a whirlwind romance with world famous speed skater Copia Emeritus…

Clockwork Hearts (copia x f!reader, steampunk au, fluff, adventure, smut) A tale of adventure and alchemy in a steampunk world. You have to join forces with Captain Copia on his airship, The Impera, in order to save your city. Capitano Copia (copia x f!reader, tease for main story, smug copia) Clockwork Friends (f!reader, fluff) Building A Family (young copia, fluff) Napping in the Clouds (young copia, angst and fluff)

The Repugnant (mary goore x f!reader, pirate au, horror, adventure, smut) Chapters: 1 / series masterpost After becoming too curious about seeing the pirate ship The Repugnant you end up captured and in the clutches of the feared pirate Captain Mary Goore...

my other fics:

Pancake Breakfast (gn!reader, domestic fluff, sfw)

Happy Lasagna Day (f!reader, silly birthday smut)

Papas Taking Care of a Sick Reader (gn!reader, fluff, sfw)

Care Package (gn!reader, sick copia, fluff, sfw)

In His Name (gn!reader, filthy smut)

I Love You, I Like You (gn!reader, sweet and caring copia, sfw)

Invisible Touch (f!reader, phone sex)

Ring Ring (f!reader, phone sex then closet sex)

Don't Go (gn!reader, brief angry copia, angst, fluff)

Smudge (gn!reader, silly copia, fluff, sfw)

Feeling Blah (gn!reader, fluff, sfw)

Them Rats (gn!reader, rat dad copia, fluff, sfw)

Little Hands (violence, horror)

A Lil Somethin' Somethin' (f!reader, sex toys, smut, car sex)

Play Ball (f!reader, copia in his ghaseball uniform, smut)

Best Folk Album (copia's ghouls are just trying to help, fluff, sfw)

Copia Is Terrible At Telling Scary Stories - chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 (gn!reader, fluff, sfw)

The Vampire's Bride (f!reader, vampire cowboy au, smut)

Ratte Art (gn!reader, coffee shop au, fluff, sfw)

Rainy Kisses (gn!reader, kisses in the rain)

Yay Satan Day (f!reader, smug copia, desk sex)

His Dark Song - chapters: 1 (f!reader, occult au, future smut)

Satan's Toy Box (gn!reader, fluff)

A Man After Midnight (f!reader, copia doing a strip tease, fluff, smut)

Falling (f!reader, fluff, smut)

The Late Assistant (f!reader, fluff, tiny bit of smut)

The Pants (gn!reader, fluff, sfw)

No, Cardinal (gn!reader, cock warming)

Shooting His Shot (terzo x omega, winter olympics au, fluff)

A Gift Of Bones (terzo x omega, zombie!terzo, death, resurrection)

The Morningstar (f!reader, cowboy au, smut)

The Perfect Afternoon - sequel to One Dance (f!reader, regency au, fluff)

One Dance (f!reader, regency au, fluff)

Please, Cardinal (f!reader, cardinal terzo, loss of virginity, smut)

Satan's Dick (gn!reader, insufferable terzo)

Yes, Cardinal (f!reader, cardinal terzo, desk sex)

My Husband is Now Bones (terzo x omega, zombie au, death, resurrection)

Promises (f!reader, smut)

140 Shades of Terzo - series masterpost (prompt fills from a list of 140 smut prompts featuring terzo)

The Sexy Adventures of Cardinal Terzo - series masterpost (cardinal terzo and his sexy adventures around the abbey)

His Little Ghuleh (secondo x aurora, rough bj, scratching, size kink)

Another Round (f!reader, messy ritual sex, overstimulation)

Breakfast in Bed (f!reader, vampire secondo, blood, smut)

Distraction (f!reader, aftermath of teasing papa)

A Single Kiss (gn!reader, fluff, sfw)

Shut Up (gn!reader, secondo is bad with emotions, fluff, sfw)

Sap (gn!reader, forced separation for ritual prep, fluff)

Sliding Home (f!reader, secondo in a ghaseball uniform, desk sex)

And I'm Yours (f!reader, jealous secondo, ritual sex)

Drenched (f!reader, overstimulation, little breeding kink)

Payback (f!reader, messy desk sex)

What You See (gn!reader, old man body worship)

Nema (f!reader, ritual sex)

Dumbasses (cardinal primo deals with a young terzo and copia, sfw)

Time's Up (primo comes to terms with his time as papa, sfw)

The Repugnant - chapters: 1 (f!reader, pirate au, horror, adventure, smut)

Napping With An Outlaw (gn!reader, cowboy au, injured mary, fluff, sfw)

Giddy Up (gn!reader, pony play)

[frankenfaandom]

I WANNA REQUEST MORE IF UR WILLING! Could you do like, prom Mary Goore x gender neutral reader?

Prom Mary Goore? Fuck yes.

Mary Goore x gn!reader

Sorry this took so long, I wrote most of it during the hurricane and then forgot to finish it until this morning. Also, as most of my mary fics go, yall aren't exactly together-together? More of implied and not confirmed. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Desc: mary/reader are seniors in HS, both 18/19.

You and Mary were total opposites. You showed up to class, did the minimum work to get an alright grade--you liked school dances, as stupid as it was.

But Mary? No, Mary was at school perhaps once a week if he could get away with it. Eventually, he couldn't get away, and he got expelled. So, there goes your lunch buddy. Hello, bathroom sandwich.

You hadn't exactly been dating at the time. But April came around, and it was prom season. It was all over Instagram, prom-posals and dress shopping on stories. Adds popped up relentlessly on David's Bridal and Windsor. It was a brutal season for you cause, A) you had no one to go with, and B) the only one you wanted to go with had zero interest in school dances. Mary Goore.

One day he'd picked you up after school and you did homework at his house, every two minutes you'd sigh dramatically and wait for him to ask "shut the fuck up or tell me what's wrong."

And that he did!

"Dude, if you don't-"

"I'm sad!" He scans your face for sarcasm, but none is found, just pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.

"...Should I even ask why?" He retorts, slouching back in his recliner. The thing was old, and there were too many springs and things popping out of it. It wasnt a suprise when you found out he'd stolen it from the side of the road in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Yes. You should. And then you can help me on not being sad." You say matter-of-factly, biting the clicker on your pen. You eye him, waiting.

"Okay. Fine. Why are you sad?" You pounce quickly, forgetting your homework as you sit down on the armrest of his seat.

"Have you ever heard of this little thing.. it's very lowkey, kind of underground..."

"I am not going to a school dance with you." He glares up at you, but your pouty face makes his expression soften.

"Pleaaasseeeeeeee..." You wrap your arms around his head, pulling him into your chest. "I want to experience it. I only get one prom, and everyone says it's awesome--so, obviously it's gonna be a shit show." Mary grimaces at your words. "And you know how much I love to invite you to shit shows." You grin.

"Oh yeah, like your AP art show--OW-" He winces as you slap his arm, hard.

"Fuck off with that. This is all I ask. I'll never ask for anything ever again. Ever!"

"Doll, we both know that's a big fat fuckin lie." He rolls his eyes, but brings his arms up to half-ass hug you. "But fine. You owe me... like, wear something skimpy underneath."

"Dirty dirty, Mary Goore." You giggle, kissing the top of his head messily. "Thankyou thank you thank you!" You know he's joking about the skimpybunderwear, but you're already mentally going through which panties to wear. Will you even wear a bra? Probably unnecessary-

Mary brings you out of your excited thoughts with a pinch to your thigh. "You're thinking too hard. You'll get wrinkles." He rubs the crinkle between your eyebrows, stifling a laugh.

"Hey, don't make fun of me. Those are hereditary." You grin.

A couple weeks pass, and, yeah. Yeah, prom's tonight.

"I feel fucking stupid." And he looks fucking stupid with that sexy devil's lock and the suit you'd picked out. You try not to laugh, giving him what you think to be a reassuing smile.

"You look fine. Weird, cause, duh. But I think you look handsome as fuck." You walk closer, fixing his.. absolutely terribly knotted tie. You'd be surprised at how many knots he tied before realizing it was all wrong. Like, 5 too many.

"You're talking out of your ass." He snorts, scowling toward the mirror. "Seriously though, this feels ridiculous. Feels like I'm trying to be someone I'm not, you know? I thought we were done with that." He gets serious for a moment, and you frown.

"...Then let's fuck it up." It was a cheap suit from some Catholic thrift shop down the street named "Holy Trinity" or something, so, Mary was more than pleased to tear the thing up. You can see it in his eyes.

"You mean it?" He grins, almost like a kid who was promised another bowl of icecream. You nod, of course you mean it.

"Fuck it up, Mare. Here, let me help you." You grab the sleeve, ripping it clean off. A gasp leaves your mouth, accompanied by a wide smile. Damn, didn't expect that to work so well.

Mary grins, making a little excited sound before grabbing the other sleeve and attempting to take it clean off like you did--failing miserably. He doesn't let it defeat him though, and he tries a second time, succeeding.

"I got an idea." You run to his room. You basically live at his house, so you know every nook and cranny in his closet. Finding what you wanted, you bring it back out to him excitedly.

"We can mix and match. Put those sexy skinny Jean's back on and I think we can make this work." Another hour of getting dressed, and you're both wearing completely different outfits.

Mary walked out of the house with a deep red button up, a black tie with Jason's mask on it, those sexy skinny jeans and some nice loafers. On top, he added his special sleeveless jacket. Yeah, that didn't add to it much, but he insisted, and he was hot regardless of being fashionable or not.

Soon you arrived, parked, and walked inside... a little late, but no matter. It was.. fucking lame, that's what it was. There were friend groups dancing together, girls grinding on guys and vice versa. It felt like middle school all over again, you grimaced ten minutes in when the two of you sat at a table stuffing your faces.

"The food isn't even that good." You whisper yell over the terrible taste in music. The DJ will play justin bieber every once in a while, like, 2012 JB which is acceptable. But by the time he plays Havana thrice? You're pulling Mary out the back door to the karaoke room.

Some girl is singing her heart out on stage while her friends are basically whispering into the microphones, but blonde chick in the middle's having the time of her life. You wait, watch until it's too cringy to bare, and then Mary pulls you back inside.

You feel terrible for dragging Mary with you... and spending like 50 bucks on his ticket. He looks almost miserable, awkwardly standing around because he absolutely doesnt belong. But neither do you, so, you tug at your sleeves before going up to apologize.

But Mary stops you, grabbing your hands. "Hey, the music's lame, the food's kinda shit. But let's dance. You're only 18 and a senior once. You said it yourself," He's shouting over the music, grinning ear to ear. "let's just say fuck it and fuck it!"

You couldn't have said it better yourself. "Fuck it!" You race him to the dance floor, grabbing him and flinging each other around. You hit quite a few fellow dancers as you jam, but nothing quite matters like Mary's smile. He's enjoying himself at a place he swore he'd never be, surrounded by people and teachers he swore he'd never see again.

The hours flew by faster than you thought, and soon you were among the last crowd of Prom-goers. The DJ relays a message on the intercom, letting everyone know that the last dance will start shortly and then everyone needs to go home. Happily, Mary takes your hand as half the people leave the dance floor to go find their respective dance partners.

He bows as the music stops momentarily. "Will you do me the honor and have this dance with me, doll?"

"Oh, but of course." You do a little curtsey before he kisses the back of your hand. "You flatter me, Mr. Goore.."

He drags you closer, wrapping his arms around your torso. "You look wonderful tonight. Like everynight." He compliments into your ear as you wrap your arms around his neck. You could feel your face turn a million shades of red.

"So do you, Mare. Silly, but quite adorable." You say, quietly as the music. Was this happening? Slow dancing with Mary at prom, this was real? It feels like a dream you'd wake up from in the morning and immediately laugh at how absurd it was.

But it isn't a dream.

"Thanks for forcing me out." He says after a long moment of swaying, heartbeat impossibly fast. "This place is lame, but you made it so much better." Your cheeks flush again at how close he is to your face, his lips in your ear and his cheek pressed to yours softly.

You pull away, heart beating. Mary looks down at you curiously, wondering what you're doing--and that's when you kiss him.

He kind of stiffens, before his arms tighten around your waist and he pulls you closer. It's a soft kiss, softer for one Mary Goore. He pulls away shortly, opening his eyes again.

"Did you-?"

"I did-"

"Well-" You both say in unison, before you both burst out in a fit of giggles and laughter.

"I.. meant it." You say quickly, hoping to get the first word in. "I like you. I like your lips, your smile. Your eyes. I like your "fuck it" attitude. Your voice, oh my~" You dramatically swoon in his arms.

Mary pinches your back, stopping you with a flustered grin. "Okay, okay, I get it, I get it."

"I like you, Mary Goore. Can I kiss you again?" Mary unmistakably turns pink again, pupils visibly widened.

"I would like that." He nods, but he's the one connecting your lips again. The kiss is sweet, longer than the last, but still somehow... chaste and gentle.

"I like your lips, too." Mary starts, bringing a hand to your cheek. "I like your smile. I like the way you laugh at the stupid things I say. I love that you brought me here--" He caresses your cheek. "--I love... everything about you. Now, can we get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[kissingghouls]

About me? Call me Ghouls 💜 I 'm a 900 year old haunted painting with terrible insomnia & a Midwestern accent.

The posts? mostly Ghost & occult related aesthetic shit.

and seriously, 18+ MDNI. I don't always tag things and there is NSFW content here.

I post my work on this tumblr and my ao3 account only. Please do not repost my work to other sites or feed it to the hungry AI machine.

List Updated 4/16/2024

Latest Work:

Leave Me Behind - Terzo x Reader prompt, Fluff, Dramatic Domestic Terzo

Suck Club Vampire Series:

The Count (Completed)- ao3 // part one // part two // part three Vampire Copia x Reader, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Blood, Horror, Vampire violence, SMUT

The King (Completed)- ao3 // part one // part two // part three Vampire Secondo x Reader, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Horror, Blood, Vampire violence, Smut

The Prince (WIP)- ao3 // part one // part two // part three // part four // part five (coming soon!) Vampire Terzo x Reader, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Horror, Blood, Injury Vampire Violence, Smut

Other Works:

More Goore '24:

Winter Chill (Part 1) // ao3 - Mary Goore x Reader - anon prompt / fluff & first kiss (2300 words)

The Date (Part 2)// ao3 - Mary Goore x Reader - You and Mary decide to go on a date. follow up to Winter Chill. (2500 words)

Question Marks (Part 3)// ao3 - Mary Goore x Reader - A night out with Mary has you wondering some things, but Mary presents you with an offer you can't turn down. (3200 words)

Couple Skate (Standalone or Part 4) // ao3 - Mary Goore x f!Reader - Another date with Mary has them trying something for the first and leads the two of you into uncharted territory (3200 words) MDNI 18+ SMUT

Phantom Club:

If You Remember This Tomorrow // ao3 Phantom x GN!Reader - Fluff & Tipsy Kissing // A welcome home party brings You and Phantom together. Part 1. (1700 words)

Little Ghost // ao3 Phantom x GN!Reader - Fluff & Kissing // Phantom gives You a little gift to help while he's away. Part 2. (1700 words)

A Late Night Call // ao3 Phantom x GN!Reader - FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF // Phantom calls in the middle of the night while he's on tour. Part 3. (1700 words)

Coming Home // ao3 Phantom x GN!Reader - Fluff & Kissing // The tour is over and You and Phantom are finally reunited. Part 4. (1700 words)

Hands // ao3 Phantom x GN!Reader - Hurt/Comfort, Prompt // Phantom has some doubts.

Sunday // ao3 Phantom x GN! Reader - Mature, MDNI, Sex. // You and Phantom spend a Sunday keeping up a new tradition.

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Couch Club - Phantom x GN!Reader -a lovely little prompt from anon. Fluff & comfort (1000 words)

A Collection of Small Ghost Works - all my prompts/requests in one place on ao3.

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Let the Poison Spill (WIP) - ao3 // one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight // nine Papa Emeritus III x Reader, Cardinal Copia x Reader, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Secret Society, Horror Elements, Blood, Rituals, Smut, Magic.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Repugnant masterlist by emeritus-fuckers

Everyone

Repugnant dick headcanons

Repugnant members walking in on G.'s darling giving him a blowjob

Repugnant as raccoons

Day 30 of Kinktober: Threesome III/Knife kink - Mary Goore and DD Sars (NSFW)

Repugnant members teaching their s/o how to play their instruments

“Three men and a corpse” ♡ Repugnant x gn!neutral Reader drabble

Repugnant catching their s/o mimicking them in front of a mirror

Repugnant with a very clingy s/o

Repugnant when their s/o wants to try weed for the first time

Repugnant with a transmasc it/they s/o

Repugnant getting forehead kisses

Repugnant with an s/o who has a bad ankle

Repugnant with a big titty goth gf

Some touching Repugnant headcanons

Repugnant finding a stray animal

Mary Goore CNC with their partner playing dead (Tw for CNC and necrophilia play)

Repugnant with a small-chested girlfriend

Repugnant when their s/o likes wearing their shirts

Repugnant with an autistic, often non-verbal s/o who boops their noses affectionately

Repugnant taking their S/O's virginity

Repugnant finding out their s/o is pregnant

Repugnant finding out their s/o listens to their music

Repugnant reacting to being called daddy

Repugnant with a non-transmasc s/o after chest masculinization surgery

Repugnant dick piercings

Repugnant being topped by their s/o for the first time

Repugnant catching feelings for their FWB

Repugnant's favorite slurpee flavors

Repugnant helping their s/o try out new kinks

Repugnant with an artist s/o

Mary Goore

Mary Goore headcanons

Mary Goore sharing their s/o with the rest of Repugnant

Day 33 of Kinktober: Small penis humiliation - Mary Goore and DD Sars

Day 47 of Kinktober: Temperature play - Mary Goore

Mary Goore with a transmasc s/o (NSFW headcanons)

A little bit of kinky info about Mary Goore and DD Sars

Mary Goore getting pegged

Tats and rings ⸸ Mary Goore x Reader oneshot

Mary Goore with an affectionate transmasc s/o

Mary Goore with an s/o who enjoys putting on a show for the band

Mary Goore and DD Sars with just a little bit of bondage fun CW: knives, blood, bruises.

Mary Goore with a demisexual s/o

Mary Goore's undead nature

Mary Goore and Tom Bones having a one night stand

DD Sars

DD Sars headcanons

Day 33 of Kinktober: Small penis humiliation - Mary Goore and DD Sars

DD Sars with a pregnant s/o

A little bit of kinky info about Mary Goore and DD Sars

DD Sars getting eaten out by his FWB (drabble) cw:mentions of blood

Mary Goore and DD Sars with just a little bit of bondage fun CW: knives, blood, bruises.

G. Grotesque

G. Grotesque headcanons

G. Grotesque with and s/o who enjoys edging him

G. Grotesque comforting his child(ren) after a nightmare

E. Forcas

E. Forcas headcanons

E. Forcas with a top leaning switch partner

Platonic E. Forcas headcanons

E. Forcas with a friend who's only affectionate with him