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m0rbidmacabre · 3 months

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The Latin Professor

Part 2

Warnings: self doubt, self hate, low self esteem, romance, heavy smooching.

Copia’s public shaming turns into something magical thanks to his big brother’s idea.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰.

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The Latin Professor

Part Two

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The cardinal sat in utter shock, his smile quickly turning into a sadness in the pit of his stomach. You, his favourite student, his perfect sorella, had just ran away from him, leaving him sat in the gardens by himself. Thankfully the willow tree offered him some comfort in its low hanging leaves, leaving him feeling slightly less embarrassed by the public shaming he had just had. All he did was try help you, offer you his gentle touch to perfect your writing, but it seems it was too much, too soon. Maybe you thought it forward of him, or maybe you were just disgusted by him... The creepy cardinal, like everyone else thought. He sat for a while wondering to himself, his thoughts entering a state of self-loathing before he shook his head and headed back towards his office as the afternoon lingered on.

He was hoping that finding you in the library meant an afternoon in the sunshine, getting to know you a little better, that you might see past the fact that he was the cardinal and see l that under his cassock he was just… Copia, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Slumping into his chair, all he could think about was the face you pulled when you noticed his hand on yours, was he really that disgusting?

He picked up some of the letters laying on his desk and started to flick through them, not paying any attention to what was in his hands, his thoughts were firmly set on wondering what to do. He was already the shy and easily embarrassed type… this might just finish him off. He thought of how he could just sit and hide, maybe drop out as the Latin professor for the semester, maybe tell the clergy a lie about how he is too overwhelmed with work... Just so he didn’t have to see that face again on his perfect sorella. His thoughts suddenly interrupted by a knock at his door, his brother older brother Secondo walking in without a word. He stood at the front of the cardinal’s desk; his eyebrow raised, stern as always… Had he heard already?? Did news really travel that fast? Copias face turning white as if he had just seen a ghost, Secondo was sure to be the one here to tell him off for bothering sisters that didn’t want his attention.

“What is it fratello?” Secondo said to Copia as he stood in front of him, Copias face clearly looking worried by the fact his brother had just entered his office.

“Nothing Papa, Nothing...” He quietly answered him, laying the letters in his hands back down the desk.

“Well, it sure doesn’t look like nothing… you’ve got a face on you, what is it, fratello? Sister problems?”

And just like that Secondo was onto him, it seemed like his older brother knew him well enough to guess what the issue was before he had even mentioned it. In fact, Secondo was probably the only one of his brothers that could probably guess the issue before he had even admitted it to himself.

“Si… I guess it is” Copia replied placing his hat on his desk and running his hands through his hair as he sat back in his seat.

“Is it that sister from your Latin class? I see how you look at her…”

Copia’s eyebrow raised as he looked at his brother, both almost mirroring each other.

“What’s been said Secondo? Is the ministry laughing at me already? All because the sister ran away from me? All I did was touch her hand” Copia let his mind and mouth run away with him, letting out his fears in front of his brother without a second thought.

“Fratello, Nothings been said… Don’t worry... I just came over to see if you were going to be at our weekly uno game tonight. Ive got the kitchen prepping us something nice”. Secondo offered his brother a small piece of comfort before he started to push “but now you have to tell your brother, what happened? Maybe I can help you”.

Copia didn’t need to be asked twice, his twirling self-doubt spat out the issue before his mind had even caught up with itself. “Si, Well I went to the library and the sister from my Latin class was studying. I offered her some comfort, a walk in the gardens and some extra study time in the sunshine. She seemed frustrated.. Upset. I thought it might help. And well, we were writing something out and I touched her hand to help neaten up her handwriting a little, and well…. She bolted. She got up and ran away from me. Am I really that bad Secondo?” He threw up his hands in frustration.

“My fratello…. I think your mind is running away with you… You need to take a deep breath and think about this.. This sister, you should talk to her… explain to her properly, si?” Secondo answered with concern, his brother not leaving him a moment to think before answering.

“I don’t think that would work… I tried; she ran”. Copia expelled, ready to admit defeat and let the pits of hell swallow him whole.

“Well, why don’t you write to her? A Latin love letter? I could get my ghouls to deliver it for you” Secondo asked hoping that this would be the answer to his brothers' problems. And in that moment the cardinals domineer changed, it was almost as if secondo had given him the meaning of life, his frown turned into a smile.

“Ahh. Brother, you always know how to fix a problem.” Copia smiled.

“Well, I wouldn’t be Papa, if I couldn’t fix problems with my flock now would I? I’ll see you at uno later then. Si? I need my wing man to make sure Terzo isn’t cheating again” Secondo smiled.

“Ahhh, si.. I’ll see you later”. Copia answered his brother, returning his smile.

Secondo smiled and left the cardinal's office, leaving copia to slump back into his chair and slip back into his mind. His thoughts quickly slipped to the letter that Secondo suggested. He opened his desk draw and pulled out a piece of ministry headed letter paper and put it down in front of him.

Dear Sister, I hope my words find you well. I sit in my office writing this, thinking about our moment under the willow tree. I wanted to express my sincere apologies, if I upset you. My aim was to only help you, and maybe get you to see how much I care for you or how I would like too. Teaching you as a student has been a privilege, and although my professionalism means a lot to me... You must believe me when I say that you are the most beautiful and talented of sisters, and I truly hope I didn’t overstep my mark and that you could possibly see me as more then just your professor. Yours truly, Copia

Putting his pen down, he read the letter back to himself over and over... making sure that it was just perfect for his beautiful sorella. He smiled trying not to let the anxiety that sat in the back of his mind set back in, but Secondo was right, he needed to do something. At least this way, he could explain to you and also possibly get a definitive answer on if you would accept his advances. If you didn’t, he could just lick his wounds and move on... and maybe hide for the rest of the semester.

He sat for a while, thinking about what he would do if you actually said yes, the idea of you running to him and kissing him springing into his mind. Him taking you by the waist and lifting you up high as your lips met. All his life he had longed for romance just like in the movies; he was sure you would want that too. That you also would want the type of love you see in black and white films, the type of romance that warms your heart and leaves you feeling whole. All his life he has never felt good enough for anyone, or anything. Although he has put his life into his work, the feeling of being unfulfilled was always there for him. He hoped to satanas that this would change... that the one thing he wanted more then anything would come true. A heart to call a home.

Noticing the time, he put the letter into an envelope and stamped it with an official seal of the church. Writing your initials on the front. He put the paper to his lips and kissed it softly before pushing it into his pocket. The evening was creeping in, the light low and dark around the ministry, he only agreed to meet his brothers tonight to please Secondo, Copia was tired, and his day had been long, and his feelings had gotten away from him, but he didn’t want to upset his brother. He stopped outside the room that the brothers always met in, it was tucked away behind the papal suites, none of the siblings, ministry or ghouls ever made their way down here. Not without an invite anyway. Copia opened the door and stepped inside. The room itself was adorned in Secondo’s colours, green and black. The crushed velvet hanging from the walls giving it cozy yet regal feeling. The brothers all sat around a dark oak stained table, arguing as always. Secondo stood up and headed towards Copia the moment he walked in.

“Brother, you made it. Did you bring the letter I suggested? Would you like my ghouls to deliver it for you? It would be no problem…” Secondo said in hushed tones, not wanting primo and Terzo to hear their conversation.

“Ahh, yes... if they don’t mind. I wouldn’t want them going out of their way while on duty…”

“It’s fine, we will be safe here… I’m sure they would be glad to get out of this stuffy room for a while” Secondo smiled.

Copia pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Secondo’s right-hand ghoul, who just offered a nod and a smile to him before leaving the brothers alone.

“What’s going on over there?” His brother Terzo could be heard asking from behind Copia.

“Oh, shush you. I’m sure it none of our business…” Primo said to Terzo.

Terzo sat back in his seat, his lip puffed out, he hated being told off by his much older brother, but as he respected him, he didn’t answer him back and simply accepted his scolding.

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You had spent your evening in a spiral of self hate, you couldn’t believe that the moment that the cardinal touched you... you lost your cool and bolted. You were pretty sure that you could never show your face again in his Latin class. The Cardinal probably thinks you have lost the plot, the moment he offered to help you, to offer you comfort…. You threw it back in his face. If he only knew that you bolted not because of him, but because of your feelings for him. You were far to embarrassed, far too uncertain to stick around. You were like a dear in headlights the moment you felt his soft leather gloves on your skin, your head took over. You had wanted nothing more than to feel the leather of his gloves on your skin, but the moment it happened, it all just felt too much. Maybe your little crush on the Cardinal wasn’t such a little crush after all but you were sure after this that there was no hope for you both. You had left him alone, and most likely just as embarrassed as yourself. He would most likely never talk to you again after this.

You pulled the covers over your head and wrapped yourself up a few times to cocoon yourself in your self pity. You didn’t plan on moving for the rest of the night, hell... maybe even the rest of the week. This was just too much, all you wanted to do was explain yourself, but you didn’t think you would be able to overcome the embarrassment of what you did to him. You lay on your bed, just hoping that the 9th dimension of hell would open up beneath you and swallow you whole as you drifted off into a slumber.

Your eyes sprang open and drifted towards your clock, noticing that you had fallen asleep and that it was now the small hours of the morning. Your room was dark, the only light being from the moon shining in from your small window. Your room was small but comforting, peaceful. You had been so thankful when you had joined the church that you had been offered a room to yourself. It gave you chance to not only adjust to your new life but also gave you the space you needed from human interaction at the end of the day. You loved your little dorm, it was your safe haven from the outside world.

You pulled yourself out of bed to grab yourself a glass a of water, heading to the small sink in your room to fill your glass. Turning the tap, you fill it to the brim and down the ice cold water without a second thought. It wasn’t until your eyes drifted towards the door that you noticed something was sitting on the mat. You didn’t see that when you walked through the door earlier, or maybe in your panic you missed it. You filled your glass again, turning off the tap and walking to retrieve the envelope on the mat. Your heart sank the moment you saw the writing on the front. It was his handwriting. Was this him writing to tell you that he wanted you to leave his classes? That your behaviour was too much for him? It wouldn’t be the first time you had been rejected this way.

You sat down on the bed, your fingers resting on the wax seal as you try to gather the mental fortitude to open it. As you muster the will power, gently lifting up the official seal. It sure did seem official, you were pretty sure this was about to be the end of your Latin classes and the end of you being able to show your face in public again.

As the seal on the letter snapped, you pulled out the paper inside. It didn’t go unnoticed that he had used officially headed paper, this was going to hurt and you were sure you where about to pay for your public shaming earlier. The first thing you noticed was that the cardinal had written in Latin, your eyes rolled slightly, he wasn’t just going to scold you, but he was going to do it Latin too.

You grabbed your textbook and started to read the letter. Deciphering the words slowly.

I sit in my office writing this, thinking about our moment under the willow tree.

“Oh, fuck… here we go” you thought to yourself, he really was about to scold you. You were sure of it.

Teaching you as a student has been a privilege, and although my professionalism means a lot to me...

You smiled, even though he was angry at you… he still wanted to make sure that you felt like he appreciated you.

You must believe me when I say that you are the most beautiful and talented of sisters, and I truly hope I didn’t overstep my mark and that you could possibly see me as more then just your professor.

“Wait… what? He? … He likes me?” Your mind spun as you read the last few words of his letter. “You could see me as more than just your professor?!” You repeated to yourself. Your tears starting to fall, after all this, after what you had put him through, he thought he was the issue? He thought that you rejected him because you didn’t like him, that his advances were unwanted. How wrong you both were.

You looked at the door and that was it, your feet were moving faster than your brain could think, whisking you through the dark ministry faster than lightning. You stopped outside his door, the door that had his full title engraved on. You moved your hand across it, tracing his name. Your eyes still red and puffy from your tears and the night reminding you that you had just left your room in nothing but your thin nightgown and nothing on your feet.

You knocked quietly and waited, not hearing a sound from inside... you knocked again… nothing. The confidence that overcame you before ebbing away by the moment... you started to think maybe you shouldn’t have left your room. That you had acted too hastily. Your thoughts began to take over, just as they did before.

“Sorella?” you heard from behind you.

You spun on your feet, your eyes meeting and without another word you threw yourself into his arms. Burying your face into his chest and holding on for dear life.

“Sorella, are you ok?” The Cardinal ran his hand over your hair, slightly concerned by you showing up at his door in tears, slightly worried he had done something else wrong.

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face, and smash your lips into his without a word. The cardinals body stiffened as your lips met, but as you both relaxed into the kiss you had offered him, his arms wrapped around you, and his body loosened as he pulled you in closer to him and tilting back your head to deepen his kiss, kissing in a moment of passionate haze... You slid your tongue into his mouth as he held you, his tongue matching yours as they both dance together. The cardinal pushing you against his door, holding you in place... his hands moving up your bare thighs as your kiss reaches its end. You both break apart, gasping for air but wanting nothing more than for that kiss to never end. You let your gaze meet as your breath begins to steady. The cardinal keeping you tight against his body and the door, offering you his body for comfort as you lean into him and rest your head on his chest.

“Sorella, arms. Hold tight” Copia asked as he picked you up, your arms moving to behind his neck and your legs wrapping around his torso as he held you close, unlocking his dorm door. Fumbling with the key for a lot longer than he would have liked, he carried you over to his bed, laying you down softly, gently... he walked to the other side of the room, his nightly ritual taking over. You watched as he undressed from his cassock, his body much trimmer and more toned than you would have expected, leaving himself in a ripped band tshirt and a pair of boxers. You smile at him, watching him as he turns back to the bed and meets your gaze. “Beautiful” he mutters.

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chatterbon · 8 months

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Ghost Headcannons! (x Reader SFW) - Popia would most definitely want to hold you at any point the two of you got alone. After a long ritual? Cuddle in bed and fall directly asleep. After mass? He's gonna be holding you trying to cuddle you in any position, anywhere, guaranteed. No matter what position you're in, and no matter how uncomfortable he is, he won't move. Your comfortability is his #1 priority. -Phantom would 100% love brushing your hair/play with your hair to help you fall asleep, relieve stress or just to do it and be sweet. You cannot tell me he isn't the sweetest man ever. -Swiss loves it when you straighten out his clothes, and tweak anything he's wearing before he goes out to perform at a ritual. Under that mask, he is blushing like a madman. Every little thing that you do that shows you care makes him extremely happy.

#rain ghoul #ghost sweden #ghesties #papa emeritus the fourth #papa emeritus #impera #omfg i love popia #hes so i want to kiss you tenderly #and fall asleep watching elvira or something #thebandghost #the band ghost #ghost band #sodo ghost #phantom ghoul

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faithisyours · 1 month

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A Salvaged Night

Mountain x fem!reader

Summary: Mountain comes home after a long day of band practice to find you in the kitchen making dinner. Things go slightly awry, but you make the most of your night together.

Warnings: comfort fic to smut, reader has some negative feelings about self, established relationship, knotting (cause who do you think I am?), PIV, oral both receiving, praise kink I guess, unprotected sex, use of tail, a little bit of aftercare

Word Count: 2.7k

Note: This got off track a little but that's what I get for not having a plan when I start writing. This is my first time writing smut so be gentle. If I missed any warnings please let me know. I forgot to write this in my last post but minors DNI. I want to write more so if you have any ideas you want to share feel free to request them. Hope y'all enjoy.

It had been getting late and Mountain still had not come home from band practice, so you decided to start making dinner for the both of you as a surprise. Pasta had sounded like a good idea at the time, but your time management had gotten away from you, and now the pasta water was nearly boiling over, the sauce was getting everywhere, and the chicken was close to burning. In your frazzled state you did not hear the door open, so when two arms slid around you from behind you almost punched the culprit. Almost.

“Oh my Dark Lord! Mountain,” you exclaimed. “I didn’t hear you come in.” You gave him a swift kiss on the lips, then turned back to the disaster that was supposed to be dinner. You moved the pot with the sauce off the hot burner and onto a vacant one, then moved out of Mountain’s embrace to put the colander in the sink. The kitchen had progressively been getting more smokey, but now the smoke alarm decided it needed to go off that instant. You hated the noise, hated how loud it was. The blaring made you want to crawl out of your skin, and Mountain knew this. While your hands flew to cover your ears, Mountain went to get your headphones, which were never far from where you were. He quickly put them on you, then turned the oven off, took the boiling-over pasta and poured it into the colander, then took the slightly-more-burnt-than-is-acceptable chicken out of the oven. He fanned the smoke detector, which finally relented and stopped blaring.

Naturally, you were now upset. You had wanted to do something nice for your partner but instead had made a mess and had to have someone else clean it up. It seemed like this always happened, but today especially, you were not in the mood. Mountain noticed your distress and came closer to you.

“Can I take these off?” he asked gently as he reached up to your headphones. You nodded, and so the headphones came off. The commotion had finally died down, and now what was left was the mess. A tear had worked its way out of your eye and was now slowly making its way down your cheek. Mountain brushed it away with his thumb, then pulled you into a tight hug, a hug that hit all the right pressure points, the ones he was so good at giving.

“I just… I just wanted… to make dinner for you,” you sniffled. Mountain hugged you impossibly tighter.

“I know, my love. And you did. Nothing is ruined,” he assured you. “We can fix it together, okay?” You nodded, sniffling still. His embrace loosened, but he did not fully pull away. You both turned to the stove, the source of all the previous commotion. “I’m gonna open a window, okay?” Again you nodded. He kissed the top of your head, then went to open the window.

You moved to the stove, made sure all the burners were off, then took the drained pasta and mixed it with the sauce. Once that was done, you moved your attention to the chicken. It was pretty burnt, but there were parts that could be saved. You worked to salvage those pieces, starting to feel a little better about the situation. Mountain came back and stood close to you, offering his help in any way you wanted it.

Once the table was set and the food was on the plates, you began to relax. Both of you sat and began eating dinner, which hadn’t turned out too bad. Finally you were able to focus all your attention on Mountain, and you found that he looked drained and slightly annoyed. Internally you began kicking yourself. How could you have not noticed? Was the dinner debacle to blame? Were you to blame? If so, you wanted to fix it, needed to fix it. You couldn’t stand being the reason the love of your life was annoyed at you.

“Are you alright Mounty? You look kinda drained. I hope the dinner fiasco didn’t cause that. If it did, tell me how I can fix it.” You were starting to grow concerned.

Mountain sighed and shook his head. “No, no, darling, don’t worry about me. Practice was just a lot today. Copia was grumpy, which made Dew grumpy, which then made everyone grumpy. It was just long and irritating,” he explained. “But I'm glad to be home now, with you. Thank you for making dinner. I really appreciate it.” He gave you a soft smile. You returned it, reassured by his words.

“Do you want to watch a movie after this? Your choice,” you offered, in hopes it would brighten his mood. He nodded.

“How about Howl's Moving Castle?” he offered. That was a favorite of both of yours. You smiled and nodded in agreement.

Once you had finished dinner and the dishes were in the dishwasher, you both made your way into the living room. Mountain pulled the movie up while you grabbed extra blankets and turned the lights off. You both got settled on the couch, snuggled together and covered in a questionable amount of blankets.

The movie was good, like always, but your attention was on Mountain. On where his hand was, what his fingers were doing. He was just tracing innocent circles on your thigh, but it was distracting. You mirrored his movements with your fingers on his arm, slowly tracing circles, feeling his warmth underneath your touch. He shifted his hand higher up your thigh. Your breathing became shallow. You shifted your hand slowly down to his stomach, continuing to trace invisible circles. Now it was his turn for shallow breathing. Two could play at that game, you thought.

Your eyes were watching his side profile in the dark, his soft lips and strong nose glowing from the screen. A small smirk played at the corner of his lips. You knew what he was doing. He knew you knew. And you knew he knew what you were trying to do, too. His eyes shifted to look at you from the side, but before they could land on you, you turned your face back to the screen. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his smirk grow.

His hand shifted even higher, taking liberties in exploring your soft skin. Heat was pooling at your core. The couch shifted, and before you knew it, Mountain was leaning in close to your ear.

“You trace once more circle on my stomach and I’ll show you all the things I thought about doing to you while at band practice today,” he growled out in a hushed voice. Your cheeks proceeded to heat, your breath hitched, and your hand stilled. But only for a moment. You turned your head and looked directly at him, your eyes locked onto a set of endless green. And you traced one more circle.

His smile grew, his eyes sparkled with mischief, every sign of him being drained or annoyed from earlier was gone. His lips crashed into yours for an all-consuming kiss. It was messy and wet. His hands came up to cup your face, yours went to his waist to pull him in. Your tongues tangled together, turning from quick and lustful to slow and passionate.

Mountain leaned into you, pushing you down onto the couch. He broke the kiss only to push the blankets that were in between the both of you onto the floor. Now there was nothing between the two of you except your clothes. Your need was growing fast, and you could feel Mountain getting harder between the both of you. You continued to kiss and nibble, but you were growing impatient. You reached down to cup Mountain, giving him a soft squeeze, which granted you a groan.

“Not yet, love,” he murmured against your lips, then pulled your hand away from him. Through kisses and licks and bites, he worked his way down your body, giving special attention to your breasts and love handles. Mountain was obsessed with your body, always wanting to touch it or kiss it or lick it. His happy place was at the altar of your body. He worked your clothes off one article at a time, slowly exposing your skin to the air and his lips. Finally you were naked underneath him, while he was still fully clothed, albeit disheveled.

“Spread these for me, would you?” he asked, taping your thighs. You did as you were told, which rewarded you a long lick up your core. Mountain ate you out like it was his favorite thing to do. Probably because it was one of his favorite things to do. He licked and sucked, using his hand to keep you open for him while the other kneaded your thighs and your breasts and your belly. Occasionally he would groan against you, the vibration only adding to your pleasure. Your release was growing closer, evident by the increased frequency of your moaning and whimpering. Mountain picked up the speed a little, his pace remaining strong and steady. He slipped a finger into you, which earned him a loud moan. He then added a second, which was your undoing.

Pleasure coated every sense, blurring time and space and consciousness. You rode the wave of your release for minutes or hours or days, you couldn’t tell, but when you came back to reality, Mountain was still lapping at you. You pushed him away, oversensitive and blissed out. He chuckled, then relented, kissing your thigh then moving back over you.

He kissed your swollen lips, then moved to your jaw, waiting for you to gain your senses back. Once you could finally see straight, you pushed to sit up.

“Your turn,” you whispered into his ear, a grin playing on your lips. You pushed him into a sitting position, then straddled his hips. While your hands worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, you kissed him anywhere you could. His lips, tasting yourself on them, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. You couldn't get enough. Mountains hands roamed over your body, squeezing and kneading and sliding anywhere they could. It was very distracting, but finally you got his shirt off, exposing his long, golden torso to you. Next to come off were his pants. You could feel him hard and ready for you, it seemed almost painful. You kissed your way down his chest and belly, sliding off his lap to in between his legs. Your hands worked fast unbuckling and unzipping his pants. You worked his pants and boxers down his legs, throwing them to the side once they were fully off. Finally he was naked before you, just how you wanted him.

You looked up into the earth ghoul’s endless green eyes to find them blown out with desire. Eyes locked with his, you slowly worked small kisses and bites along his thighs, getting closer and closer to where he needed you. He was already a whimpering, moaning mess, and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

Finally you took him into your mouth, his salty-sweet taste coating your tongue. Both of you moaned at the same time. Not all of him fit in your mouth, so you covered the rest of him with one of your hands. Mountain was restraining himself from touching you, afraid he would snap and hurt you. You would have no such thing. With your free hand you guided one of his hands into your hair, making sure your eyes, still locked with his, were full of reassurance. Slowly you began to move, setting a slow and steady pace. His grip on your hair progressively got tighter, the profanities and groans spilling out of him more frequently.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” he babbled. “Your mouth is a blessing from Satan, I swear.” His hand was starting to move your head faster, making you take him deeper, nearly gagging on his length. “Fuck, babe, your mouth feels so good. Taking me like the good girl you are,” he breathed. You moaned at his words, which made his grip on your hair even tighter. His pace grew quicker, his release growing closer and closer.

“Wanna put my knot in you,” he ground out. “Need it.” He pulled your mouth away from him, lifting you up to straddle his hips. He brought your lips to his, tasting himself on you, tangling his tongue with yours. Need was building back up inside you. You lined yourself up with him and sank down, his large size stretching you, the perfect amount of pain and pleasure.

Your hands tangled in his hair, his hands gripping your hips for dear life, you began to slowly roll your hips. Mountain let out a long, low moan, a noise that only added to your own arousal. You loved how vocal he was with you. The first time you had experienced him in this way, it had surprised you how much noise he made. The quiet ones always have tricks up their sleeves, you thought. But now you couldn't get enough of his noises. Every grunt and groan and whimper only made you more wet. Mountain knew this, too.

You could feel his knot growing, the pressure building every time you took him fully into you. Both of you were panting and sweaty, the only thing both of you wanted was release. Mountain shifted his hand down to play with your clit, knowing you weren’t as close as he was to finishing.

“Want you to come on my knot,” he whispered. You moaned, picking up the pace, chasing your high. Mountain kissed down from your lips to your jaw to your neck, surly leaving marks. Good, you thought, you wanted everyone to know you were his. Your pace grew sloppy and more urgent, so Mountain took over, gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark. His tail replaced his fingers on your clit, circling and flicking and teasing. You were close, and so was he.

The pressure from his knot was growing, making it difficult to move. Finally, when you felt so full and stretched by him, you came, hard, screaming his name, along with a plethora of other profanities you don’t remember. Not long after, you felt Mountain tense, his grip on you impossibly tight, and come with your name on his lips. You felt his warm release spill inside you, held in by his glorious knot. You were both breathing hard, fucked out to oblivion, leaning on one another for support.

You came back down sooner than he did, so you just held him and played with his hair until he finally came back to reality. He pulled away slightly to look at you, his eyes half lidded and sated. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, then caressed your jaw.

“Do you need anything, love?” he quietly asked. “Any water or anything?” You shook your head. You didn’t want to move, content with staying where you were. But you wanted to make sure he didn’t need anything either, so you asked the same. He shook his head as well, planted a kiss on your forehead, then snuggled you closer to him.

You watched the rest of the movie like that, tangled in each others arms, til you both nodded off to sleep.

#ghost the band #the band ghost #smut #fluff #mountain ghoul #ghost sweden #ghost smut #comfort

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styona · 3 months

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#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost #ghost the band #terzo #terzo my beloved #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #he looks so done he's about to cry I swear #that's usually Omega's thing but since they are besties...#I mean look at him #he's like gurl I didn't come here all the way from Sweden for you to ask me that shit ffs

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vanmec · 1 year

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THIS IS CARDINAL DOUG

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#HE RAN AWAY FROM MINNESOTA AND JOINED THIS COOL CHURCH HE FOUND IN SWEDEN #NOW HES A SATANIST #ghost band #ghost fanart #the band ghost #DOUG DOUG DOUG DOUG #DOUG

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midnight-moth · 1 month

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Nivis

I was just watching the snow and then it happened. 1331 words of Quintessence ghoul sweetness & weirdness. (Bell/Phantom) (I’m obsessed with them)

If you haven't read any of my Phantom stuff, he is blind in the conventional way. But he can see some things, energy things, magic things. No CWs, just two idiots being idiots but also making each other's lives magical.

I did not proof read this, I'm sorry for typos, I will fix them when I'm not so tired.

They’ve spent weeks like this, soon it will be months. In proximity, never speaking, never approaching. Content to simply experience the presence of one another. Always in the library. Darkened corners and hushed voices, considered hallowed ground in the Ministry, it’s a place where someone would have to consider committing the worst kind of disrespect if they felt like harassing the pair.

Not that the others hadn’t noticed. Of course, Zephyr during his bi-weekly archiving, Aether, seeing one or the other slink through a crack in the doorway that they reasonably shouldn’t be able to pass through. Dew, when he decides to go hunting for something that Rain hasn’t read before, which is a task. It was for his sake that they had to initiate an interlibrary borrowing program, and increase the yearly budget for new acquisitions.

Tonight is such a night, that Phantom half sits, half lays across one of the generously stuffed chairs, passing fingers over little bumps that make words. Something new for him on the surface, being able to read without the aid of another, projecting the words into his head or reading aloud.

He understands there’s a storm coming. “Snow up to your eyeballs!” Dew tells him. Phantom jokes, “Who’s eyes, yours or Mountain’s?” He’s good at hiding behind jokes and self depreciating comments.

He’s heard a lot about snow, it’s cold, wet, fluffy, sparkly, pretty. And when they’re lit up on a cloudless night in shades of chartreuse and lilac, breathtaking. The way the night sky seems to penetrate every single flake, that they appear lit from within.

Ghouls are familiar with magic, but sometimes what they can do seems crude compared to that.

And Phantom’s heard them talking about it, he tries to hide the cracks and fissures that form in his heart in those moments. He can see a lot, but he can’t see that. Somehow what falls from the sky is so wondrously pure that he simply cannot get a read on it. Rain, sleet, hail, it’s all blank.

Sure, he’s held his hand out the window to feel it, stood in it until he was soaked to the bone. Because it feels like being washed clean. So rarely is he so fully immersed in absolute nothingness as he is when it’s absolutely pouring down buckets from the sky. From this he finds kinship with Rain, Mist, Delta, River, and Dew.

The snow feels different from the rain though. Sure it gets stuck in his hair, collects on his shoulders, makes his feet damp and cold. But it’s too light, ineffectual.

He’s left searching for an appreciation for what everyone seems to love so much. And tonight, he is searching. With one hand pressed to the icy glass, the other stuffed in his pocket, he concentrates, tries to feel something, anything at all.

Bell has been watching him, from his perch above the theology section. Feeling him, aching and longing for something. What, he’s not sure, he doesn’t intentionally pry. But he can’t always shield himself from what radiates from Phantom in thick, viscous waves at times. It collects and forms a pit in his stomach.

Suddenly he feels a refreshing albeit absolutely freezing blast of air. Phantom has pried one of the windows open. Windows that have not been opened in a very long time. As he pulls it further, layers of paint crackle and flake from the hinges.

Bell watches as he collects a handful. It doesn’t take long, with the way it’s coming down, for a little mountain of big, fluffy flakes to form in his cupped hands. His thoughts become louder, like shouting, loud enough to give Bell a headache. And now it’s clear.

“Why can’t I see it? Just once.”

Elemental energy is strange. No one knows why through various cycles of nature it is cleansed away. Through the clouds, from the mouth of a volcano, deep in the ground beneath layers of soil and clay. Maybe because everything deserves a chance to start again, no longer burdened by the past. Ghouls are not so lucky. Phantom is not so lucky.

For once though, Bell has an idea. Something that might help. He isn’t sure if it’s okay, to acknowledge the scene playing out across the room. Then again, Phantom surely knows that Cowbell can feel it. Because Phantom has the same empathetic qualities. Isn’t that why they perform this strange dance, meters apart?

His feet land silently despite the floorboard’s penchant for creaking. As though he steps on slippers made of clouds, he seems to float rather than walk. He’s one of the few who has learned to harness some of what he’s collected over the years. He might as well use it if it insists on being sucked into his being by a vortex he can’t control.

He considers speaking, but it already feels like there’s a spell cast across the grounds of the Ministry. The snow has already piled on the lawns and the roof, the maze in the garden, the window sill. It’s heavy and oh so quiet. Insulated by a thick quilt made from the downy white flakes

Phantom sucks in a breath that stings his front teeth, the air is bitter cold, and he should probably close the window. But a strange voice tells him otherwise. Tells him to open the other, wide as they’ll go.

Bell could simply show him what he sees, but he knows that’s not the same. Like looking at a rainbow through a television.

The air feels the way it does before it rains, full of static and with a strange metallic smell. The hairs on the back of Phantom’s neck stand on end, and it isn’t from the frigid air permeating the entire library.

Suddenly, from his vantage point, the sky is lit up in technicolor. Bright blues, greens, violet, magenta. So is the ground. So are the flakes melting in his hands, despite how frozen they are. He could see the trees in the distance, now he sees what makes the branches droop.

What he feels - is - elation, unadulterated excitement. What everyone must feel when they see snow for the first time. Only it isn’t the same, most people haven’t experienced a lifetime of longing to see things like other people do.

What Phantom feels, it chokes Bell. Closes off his airways. Makes him stumble back into the shadows far less elegantly than he arrived. Of course he can’t stop what comes in when he is focusing on putting something out.

Thankfully he hasn’t cast some temporary incantation or cheap magic that will disappear as soon as he leaves, so he does. Phantom doesn’t notice, fully engrossed in the prismatic light and shimmering colour.

The way each flake moves of its own volition, in a different direction than its neighbor. He tries to track a singular flake on its descent to the ground, but despite the way it’s accumulating, it’s like none of them ever seem to land.

He isn’t sure how long he stands there with those windows that reach the ceiling pulled wide open. Long enough that there’s a light dusting of snow on the chair he was sitting on, on the floor, on some of the nearby bookshelves.

Long enough for his face to burn furiously, long enough for the tears clinging to his lashes to turn to frost and ice. Long enough that he didn’t realize he was alone now. That he turned, mouth hanging open while he searched for the right words to come out of it.

But he is alone now, what he feels, that feels like Cowbell, is falling from the sky and clinging to the front of his shirt. What has become droplets of water running between his fingers. It’s almost a relief; that Bell is gone. Because Phantom isn’t sure he could find the right words for this, the right way to say thank you.

But then he remembers, he doesn’t have to. Cowbell knows, he can feel it too.

#yes you can see the northern lights in sweden #maybe this is confusing if you haven't read other stuff #and I kind of mention lore stuff I haven't written yet #but just vibe with it okay #phantom ghoul #cowbell ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #nivis becomes Bell’s nickname #it means the snow #and it’s because when phantom looks at him he sees the same thing the bell projected for him

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cryptid-ghoulette · 18 days

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Aether explaining to rain what he needs to do after his POTS diagnosis

Aether: “So just be careful not to stand up or bend over too suddenly, and make sure you eat plenty of salt, you need to keep your electrolytes up.“

Rain: “Does that include salty snacks?”

Aether, confused: “well yeah I guess so”

Rain, starting to vibrate on the spot: “Does that mean you’re prescribing me potato chips?”

Aether, furrowing his brow: “not exactly, but..”

Rain: “Thanks Aeth!”

Runs off to find dew and tell him the good news

#I may have had the exact conversation #not with a doctor but my friend who told me about the salt levels #maybe in Sweden it would be salty licorice instead?#ghost bc #ghoul hcs #rain ghoul #shitghosting #cryptidrambling

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corgifruityart · 1 year

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me and the bestie assigned their music tastes

#corgart #hetalia #aph hetalia #aph sweden #aph finland #sufin #come on. finland needs to listen to heavy metal and lordi!!#meanwhile sweden listens to ted gärdestad and ace of base. abba. all hot swedish artists #they also share the taste of ghost music because 1) the band is swedish 2) heavy metal #also im swedish so its canon that sweden listens to his music. its so obvs

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copias-juicebox · 23 days

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- The Ghovie comes out in cinemas worldwide! So grab your favourite Ghestie and get your tickets!!

#UPDATE #ALERT EVERYONE WE GOT NEWS #I SWEAR COPIA BETTER NOT DIE #I'LL M*RDER A SWEDE IF HE DOES #ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus #myedit #ghesties #copia #tobias forge #the band ghost #ghost sweden #papa emeritus iv

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m0rbidmacabre · 3 months

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Cardinal Copia - I'm still learning to paint digitally but i love how this has turned out. its super abnormal for me to not have done an outline when drawing digitally, but I'm trying something a little different, id love to hear your feedback.. :)

Please do not repost anywhere without my permisson - Reblogs are more then welcome.

#the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia #papa copia #papa emeritus 4 #ghost band #ghost fan art #ghost fanart #ghost the band #ghost sweden #clip studio paint #clip studio pro #digitalpainting #morbidmacabre

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vattenkokare · 9 months

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Plzzzz more ghost au :sob:

traditinal this tiem but my scaner sucks ass

#hetalia #moje #aph #hws #au #ghost au #aph sweden #hws sweden #aph finland #hws finland #sufin #finsu #ヘタリア #berwald oxenstierna #tino väinämöinen

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faithisyours · 2 months

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Lyric Break

Copa x Fem Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff but there are insinuations of smut, not proof read

Summery: you find Copia in his office laboring over lyrics and decide he needs a massage to relieve his tension

Word Count: 1.7k

Also I wanted to say that this is my first fanfic ever so if you don’t like it you don’t have to tell me 🫶 I’ve been a fan of Ghost for a while now, but finally decided to start writing stuff about them. I’m also a fan of Sleep Token, so I might start writing stuff for them, too. If you want a part 2 then I guess let me know. I decided to write this because I’m taking an English class and we keep talking about fan fiction (like full on conversations about different fanfics and what books came out of it, which I love, honestly). You can request stuff if you want but I might not have time to write it. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy :)

“Satan damn it”

You were walking past Copia’s office on the way to the library to return some books when you heard his cry of frustration. You stopped walking, curiosity getting the better of you, and turned to his office door, which was slightly ajar. You knocked softly, not wanting to startle him.

“Come in.” you heard him say, still with a frustrated tone. You peaked your head in, unsure whether or not you should be intruding. He was leaning over his desk, which was littered with crumpled pieces of paper, his face contorted in irritation. But then he looked up at you, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Cara mia. Come in, come in, please.” He leaned back into his chair, pushed his hands through his hair, and let out a long breath. You stepped fully into his office now, still unsure weather you were intruding or not.

“I’m sorry to bug you Papa, I just heard your frustration and wanted to make sure you were alright,” you say, making your way over to his desk.

You and Copia had been dating for a few months now, but you both decided to keep your relationship on the down low so as to not allow the ministry rumor mill to twist it into something it’s not. His role as Papa was delicate right now, and dating a sister of sin for someone in his position was risky. Dating someone of his position for you was risky as well. But you never felt like you were his dirty little secret. Your relationship was good, better than good. You were starting to fall for him, and he for you.

“Si, Si, I am bene, dolcezza, I just cannot seem to get this lyric the way I want it.” he sighs, looking down at the paper he was laboring over when you first walked in.

“I see. Can I help with anything?” you ask, walking over next to him to read what he’s written so far. You slip your hand over his shoulder, wanting to feel a little closer to him. You love touching him, feeling his body heat beneath your skin.

“I do not think so, mi amore. Our Dark Lord will have to help me with this one.” He pats your hand that rests on his shoulder.

“Well, is there anything else I can help you with? You seem a little tense.” You rub your thumbs into his shoulder blades gently, assessing his tension. He's knotted up, his muscles tight underneath your thumbs. “My love you are tense. You have been working too hard, pushing yourself too much. Here, come with me. I know what you need.” You take his hand, pulling him from his chair, and start marching out of the room. He stands but does not move any further. You feel his resistance, and look back at him over your shoulder.

“I have work to do, dolcezza. I cannot just leave. Especially for that,” he lifts an eyebrow at you, attempting to imply that he thought you mean sex. “I am also not in the mood.” he states, dropping his hand from yours.

“My love, that is not what I am offering.” You turn to face him, picking up his hands. He has his gloves on, like he always does when he is working. You have a love-hate relationship with those gloves. You love the cool touch of the leather on your skin, but at times you would much rather feel his warm, calloused skin. This was one of those times. You look up into his mismatched eyes, and you can see how tired he is.

“Just come with me, it won’t take that long,” you assure him. He sighs, looking down at where your hands hold his.

“Okay, but I cannot be gone for long. You know how Sister Imperator gets.” He gives you a stern look, imitating Sister Imperator, which makes you giggle.

You pull him through the halls of the ministry, making your way to your rooms while also trying to be inconspicuous. There are many siblings out in the hallway this time of day, and suspicions do not need to be raised about why Copia is following you to your rooms.

You make it to your rooms with minimal suspicion. Pulling Copia through the door quickly, you make sure to lock the door behind you. You press a quick kiss to his cheek, then make your way to the bathroom. You rifle through your lotions, trying to pick one that isn’t overly scented, and once you’ve acquired what you’re looking for, you exit the bathroom and go set the lotion on the bedside table.

Finally you turn your attention to Copia, who is looking slightly confused and still a little irritated. You make your way to him, giving him a smile that says you are determined to make him feel better.

“Okay, take off your shirt,” you tell him, and start pulling his shirt up to reveal a patch of bare skin. Before you can expose more of him, though, he grabs your hand, stopping you.

“Mi amore, I thought we agreed to none of that.” he arches a brow at you.

“We did, and that's not what I’m doing. Just trust me, Okay?” you give him an assuring smile. He concedes, taking his shirt off, and throws it over to a chair in the corner. You can’t help yourself. You ogle a little. You love his body, and his happy trail looks especially good today, but that is not what you are here for.

“Okay, now lay down on the bed, on your belly,” you instruct him. He shoots you another questioning look, but says nothing. He gets into position, and you follow, getting onto the bed and kneeling next to him. You press your hands to his lower back, making sure he knows you're there. You then lift a leg over him, so that you are straddling his hips, your butt resting on his butt.

“Is this okay, Love?” you ask him, wanting to make sure he's comfortable. He nods his head, finally understanding what you’re doing. You could have told him you were planning on giving him a massage, but you wanted it to be a surprise.

You reach over and grab the lotion off the nightstand, squeezing some into your hand. You work it over your hands, warming it up, then start on Copia’s neck. You gently but firmly press your hands into his skin, making sure your movements are slow. You dig your thumbs in just a little more in spots that are really tight, wanting to work Copia’s knotted muscles out fully.

You slowly move down his back and over his shoulder blades. Copia has closed his eyes now, and his breathing has evened out. You would think he was asleep if he wasn’t making noises every once in a while. It started with a soft whimper, barely a whisper past his lips, so quiet you thought you had imagined it. But soon, as you worked your hands down his back, his noises became more frequent. Some came out quieter than others, some came out as groans, others wimpers if it was a sour spot, and of course, the occasional moan. You smiled to yourself, taking these noises to mean you were doing a good job.

You worked your way down his lower back, then up to his shoulders and arms. You stayed quiet the entire time, wanting this to be as relaxing for him as possible. But eventually you ran out of places to message, and reluctantly stopped your movements. This got his attention. He picked up his head and turned to look at you, his eyes full of content and drowsiness.

“You are done, mia cara?” he asks over his shoulder.

“I am, Papa,” you confirm. He nods his head, and you move to un-straddle him, getting off the bed. You go and put the lotion back in your bathroom, and when you return, Copia is sitting on the edge of the bed. His shirt in his hand. You walk over to stand in front of him, taking his face in your hands, and admire how his eyes are now glittery with content, any trace of irritation or tiredness gone.

“That was lovely, grazi, mi amore.” he looks up at you, caressing the hand that is on his cheek. You give him a smile, then lean down to press a kiss to his lips. Your forehead presses against his, staying there even after the kiss ends, matching your breathing to his, and soaking up this moment. He pulls away first, clearing his throat.

“I do have a little bit of a problem though,” he states, which gives you a quizzical crease between your eyebrows. Before you can ask what the problem is, he stands, and that's when you see it. He’s hard. You press your hand to your mouth in an attempt to sequester your giggles, but it is no use. You look back up at his face, which is now covered with guilt, embarrassment, and a little bit of amusement.

“Do you want me to fix that for you?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow and giving him a cheeky smile. He looks at you, defeated, shaking his head. But a small smile dances across his lips.

“Mi dispiace, cara mia, it’s just that your hands were all over me and it felt so good and your hands were so warm and…” you cut him off with a kiss, silencing his ramblings.

“It’s alright, Love. You also weren’t the only one getting turned on. The noises you were making were quite something.” You state the truth. Both of you are blushing, sharing small touches, which turn into longer, more confident touches.

Looks like Copia will have to work on lyrics tomorrow.

#the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #ghost sweden #ghost fluff

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