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The Band Ghost Masterlist (2023)

General

Fics

"The Manager" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

@titlemewickedwonderland

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

"The Witch is Back" Part 2 Part 3

@delta-is-here

Ever since Sister Imperator left the church for good, the Clergy has been at an all time low, mass wasn't it's usual greatness, and rituals weren't going as well as planned. When luck seems to run out, Papa Nihil remembers an old friend and sends out a letter asking them to take Sister's place.

Headcanons

"Arrangement" ( Regency AU)

@earthry

Papas and Arranged Marriage

"Did You Know You Were dead?"

@aestheticpearl

you’re a ghost who wanders the halls of the cathedral just trying to do your duties before you’re interrupted

Secondo

Oneshots

"Opposites Attract"

@earthry

Secondo with a s/o who is very sweet and bubbly and who is in their own band

"Bedtime Greenery"

@mitchmatch24

Secondo with a young reader (like 18 or 19) who got stoned for the very first time. they haven't been able to sleep well in days so they go to Papa for help and this is their solution.

Terzo

Fics

"Where Angels Fear to Tread" Part 2

@bonelessghoul

Everyone knows the story of how the Devil himself was once an angel who was banished from Heaven. But he wasn’t the only one and the poor angel he fell for suffered the same fate, cursed with lifetimes of never being brought back to the man she loved…until now. When Ada is brought to a Ritual by her friend after a year riddled with tragedy, she meets Papa Emeritus and his Ghouls. But something strange happens when she gets a closer look at them and can see that there’s more to this group that no one else can see but her.

Mary Goore

Oneshots

"You Wish"

@lady-jane3

You guys are always picking on each other, mean jokes, sex jokes the whole nine yards. Mary won't stop teasing

"Red"

@onedaughterofman

No summary provided

Blurb

"I Knew it Would Work on You"

@bedeviledcowboy

Aether

Oneshots

"Rewrite The Stars"

@mirage-aera

Aether gets sent back to the Pits so he and his s/o spend their last day together.

"Don't Yell at Her"

@xxwhiskeyxx

reader and aether were married in a past life, they died tragically by one another's sides before being born again as ghouls in the pit

Mary Goore 🩸

have this passiflora moodboard as well! this was very fun to make!

once again, all pics from Pinterest!

☆hi!!☆

my name is eugene (he/him) and I'd like to share art and just creative stuff here^^

feel free to request moodboards about characters!!

however i don't wanna make moodboards about stuff I'm not familiar with, so I apologise if I don't reply to some asks

I also have an art insta: @/gh0ul.luver_

☆my interests☆

•ghost (the band)

•stardew valley

•harry potter/fantastic beasts movies

•good omens

•midnight mass

•twin peaks

•nbc hannibal

this is a safe space for all kinds of people, except mean people! just be nice to each other please :))

NEW MARY H E L L O ?!?

📸 Alex York at source

Mary Goore

Because I’m obsessed with Mary Goore, did anyone else notice that the whole, “V is coming” font was the same as Repugnant’s album font? Oh and how Tobias once said in an interview that Mary was somewhere still inside of him- chat I know I’m reaching but I just really want it to be Mary okay-

So, in the Mary On A Cross music video, when Sister gets into the graveyard, specifically when she’s in the coffin surrounded by the pentagram, we see her suddenly switch up and decides to let Nihil hit after running from him the entire video. Now, I might just be a crazy person, but I totally think she was possessed during that. Again, could be totally crazy and am reaching- but I think it’s a plausible theory. I also think that Copia and his twin(cough Mary cough) might be some form of Antichrist or half-blood- hence why he can see ghosts and no one else can. Idk. Am I reaching? Probably. Anyway, that was my yap fest of the day

One of the opening lyrics is literally, “Drank the blood of eternal life and darkness might??” Eternal?? Chat?? We’re seeing the connection, right??

Also this song reminds me of my theory of Sister Imperator being possessed during that one scene in Mary On A Cross

Going mental

They both know they’re fucking beautiful and it makes me feel things-

Yall ever heard of Our Lady of Perpetual Help? The Virgin Mary? Perpetual? Mary? ..PERPETUA IS MARY GOORE GUYS-

My theory about Mary Goore- and why I think they’re Perpetua :)

Okay, so, I might rant a little bc adhd, but, a lot of what I have is more why I think Papa V might be Mary or at least inspired by Mary. I apologize for my scattered thoughts🫠 so, to start off, I have another theory that Copia and his twin are kinda like anti-Christ beings, as I think it’s a plausible possibility that in the Mary on a Cross music video, specifically when Sister changed course in the Graveyard and started to kiss Nihil while in the coffin, she was trying to summon something to possess her. Now- of course this is just my imagination going while and trying to connect dots that may not be there, but I feel like just the way everything was set up(the pentagram being surrounded in lit candles and in a Graveyard) was meant to look like a summoning ritual. I think it’s very possible that Sister was possessed and conceived Copia and his twin during that time, and they have some sort of demon blood(also a possible reason as to why Copia can see Ghosts still and no one else can)Now that we have that out of the way- why I think it’s Mary.

(1)In an interview, Tobias once said that Mary Goore is still somewhere inside of him, which I believe was in 2022(I actually did find the interview so If you want me to link it I will!)

(2)He recently rereleased Repugnant’s album, Epitome of Darkness, very briefly before taking it down. It could’ve been a slip(I also heard that it was because they found a few albums lying around), but I feel it was on purpose(or maybe a tease).

(3) the Skeleton imagery- Said album, Epitome of Darkness, is mostly composed of Skeletons, and now, Papa V and his ghouls are all heavily skeleton related.

(4) Epitome Of Darkness’ colors match up with Papa V, that being Purple. (5) in the V is Coming promotional art, they used the same font used in Epitome of Darkness.

(6) I have a theory that Sister Imperator was possessed by a demon when she conceived Copia and his twin during the Mary on a Cross music video- and in some of Repugnant’s songs, the lyrics line up with the narrative. I.e, “Evil procreation within the domains of Christ(A graveyard could be seen as a domain of Christ possibility? Lyric from Sacred Blasphemy)” “On this night, in this hour, we all upon ancient power(could be seen as Sister calling for something to posses her- lyric from Sacred Blasphemy)” “Drank the blood of eternal life and darkness’ might(Eternal- Papa V’s essential name- Perpetua-lyric from Hungry Are The Damned).”

(7) In 2018, Tobias did a collab with Emigrate on the song, I’m Not Afraid, Tobias went under the name of Cardinal Copia. Makes sense- he was Copia at the time and a song like that fits Copia. But, in 2021, Tobias did a collab with Me And That Man for the song, Under The Spell, but instead of going under Copia’s name, he went under Mary’s. Why would he do this if not to hint at Mary.

(8) Speaking of Under The Spell, I find that the lyrics are interesting. Ie, “wearing the mark of the devil since my rebirth,” “The dark era’s rising, you’ve been forewarned,” “I raise my eyes, pray to the moon,” “behold my return, you’re under the spell,” and basically just the whole song- I recommend to listen to it if you haven’t already! So, what does this mean in relation to the theory? Well, for starters, the moon imagery. I’ve already seen a lot of people compare Copia’s colors and Perpetua’s colors to be like that of a sun and moon theme(Copia having lots of golds and blues, while Perpetua has lots of purples and grays), and in Hellenistic paganism(I don’t like calling it a mythology- I am a Hellenistic pagan) the titans/gods of the sun and moon(Helios and Selene, Apollo and Artemis) are always considered twins, like Copia and Perpetua themselves. Also, the lyric, “behold my return,” also kinda reminds me of Hunter’s Moon, a song that has the lyrics hinting at a return of someone(“Under a Headstone, sister-“ maybe a sibling or family member? If we’re taking it in the context of the album, Impera, and not the Halloween movie).

(9) Also, remember that one image of Papa V at a podium? Well, on the podium is a Phoenix, which represents rebirth, immortality, and rising from the ashes- why is this important? Well, first of all- immortality- Perpetua- it’s forever. But not only that, in the Subvision song, Beyond The Moon(another Mary Goore moon reference), there’s the lyric, “Like Phoenix rose above the ashes,” which, I know, could just be a simile, but I feel like that’s important somehow.

(10) I know I’ve been making a lot of stretch’s in this- but hear me out on this one- looking at Repugnant’s album cover and Skeletà’s, we see skeletons that are in VERY similar poses- I’ll try to add pictures

(11) now this could be interpreted however, but in Catholicism, a lot of the focus is on the Virgin Mary, who is also called Our Lady Of Perpetual Help- or, shortened, Perpetual Mary.

(12) Now this certainly isn’t my last piece of evidence- but this post is getting long so idk. I would just like to point out that Perpetua and Mary have very similar face paint- ie, the cheeks being painted in black and the pointy lip.

Um. So I was trying to do a brief summary but this was longer than I expected. I left a few things out and didn’t go into much detail, but these are just some things I noticed with Mary and Ghost :) of course, I could 100% be wrong, and maybe the new papa is just inspired by Mary. If you have your own input or criticisms, please let me know! I love criticism! :)

I kid you not I’m gonna start barking if I look at this any longer

He’s actually serving so hard-

Chat. You know how Lachryma has a siren at the beginning? Yea. You know what other song that involves vampires and is pretty damn heavy? HUNGRY ARE THE DAMNED BY REPUGNANT.

🩸Mary Goore🩸

I forgot to post this color study here ajsdhja

the duality of mr forge’s ocs never fails to amuse me

im not well

I'm gonna be so bored this week...someone plz give me lil fic ideas~

Hey so ummm, idk if anyone sees my posts but I kinda want to get into writing little stories and fanfics for people- I have no idea how to reach people so if you see this plz feel free to request something! I think I'm mainly sticking to the Ghost fandom at the moment too.

i love tobias forge personas, gotta be one of my favourite genders

First picture is first design, second picture is second design. I messed the second design up… I’m crying rn :|

I'M SO LATE POSTING BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOE FINGER! He's literally the biggest inspiration in my life and is such a talented person in so many ways. So glad I get to see him live later this year!

same.

[x]

this was the single most sexiest scrumptious smut fic i have ever had the pleasure of reading

October 14th

Orgasm Denial, Mary Goore x Reader

Previous Day | Next Day

Masterlist

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Orgasm denial; Mary’s a sadist wbk; established relationship; all of this is consensual; naked woman, clothed man; face-slapping; praise kink; degradation kink (is it really written by me if it doesn’t have at least one of these?); fingering; no lube; cunnilingus; dacrophilia; use of sex toys; dry humping; biting; pain kink; vaginal sex; piv sex; unprotected sex; choking; squirting;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Mary liked to make it hurt but the hurt was always so good you would forgive it every single time. He did things to you that you never thought you’d enjoy and opened up a whole different side of yourself you didn’t know lay dormant. Of course, you weren’t innocent like most people assumed, you did have a dark side. But Mary somehow managed to take that dark side and twist it until it had become darker and hungrier than before. And you loved every second of it.

Outside of the bedroom, Mary was the most beautiful human in the world. He was sweet, kind, caring, attentive, somewhat a golden retriever. Between the sheets, he was evil, downright demonic. And tonight was no exception. Apparently he’d gotten into a fight with one of his bandmates, and you were going to pay the price for it. He’d sent you a text before leaving his friend’s place: you better be naked with your legs spread by the time I get home or else. Or else what? Remember the safe word?

Lemon.

Good.

That was the last you heard from him. Anticipation grew in your stomach as you completely undressed and did as he asked. You knew what would happen if you were caught slacking, and given the mood he was in, you didn’t really want to risk it. The last time that happened, you couldn’t sit down for an entire week - because it wasn’t just your ass he beat. The guilt he felt afterwards was crazy and you had to keep reminding him that you wanted it.

You were scrolling on your phone, laying on the bed with your whole body on display when you heard the front door slam shut. Immediately, you threw your phone across the room and put your hands above your head, exactly how he liked. Not even three seconds later, the bedroom door swung open. Mary’s expression was dark, and he was filled with such a rage you rarely saw. He was scary when he was angry - the kindest people usually were. You felt arousal flood your cunt at the sight of him.

“Finally,” he said, “someone who does as I ask.” He placed his guitar on its stand before turning back to you, his eyes roaming the entirety of your body until they stopped on your exposed centre. “I half expected I’d have to come back and punish you. I’m disappointed.”

“I’m sorry.” You said, quietly.

He moved to the side of the bed and sat next to you, cupping your cheek in a moment of worrying calm. “For what, my angel?” He asked softly. “For being an obedient slut for me? For letting me find you with your legs spread like a fucking whore?” The same hand that was gently touching your face disappeared, only to strike your cheek with enough force to sting, but not enough to leave a mark. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

His other hand moved down your body and immediately began playing with your clit - he didn’t bother gathering any wetness from your hole, at least to begin with. His middle finger ran circles around it, and despite the friction being enough to start a fire, it felt good. You bit your lip at the sensation, trying not to let out any moans without permission. Mary just laughed and pulled it out from between your teeth. “No, baby. I want the entire fucking neighbourhood to hear me fuck you dumb tonight. Hide those pretty moans from me and I’ll make you suffer, got it?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.”

You felt his index and ring fingers slide inside of you, again without any additional lubrication beside your own wetness. The stretch wasn’t too painful, more uncomfortable, but he didn’t give you any time to think about it - instead he began hitting your g-spot over and over again, putting his entire wrist and hand into the roughness of his work and immediately hitting you with intense pleasure. The more he moved, the more wetness got onto his hands and the better it felt. But things really felt better when his second hand came into play, when he used his finger to play with your clit. The look of concentration on his face and the way he bit his lip was enough to make you almost blow right there, but you hadn’t gotten the permission to cum yet, and you knew that cumming without permission would have landed you in serious trouble. Though, Mary could feel how tight you were getting, how needy you were when you bucked your hips to chase that feeling.

“Are you close?” He asked, his voice teasing and bordering on condescension.

“Yes!”

“And what do we say when we’re close?”

“C-can I cum?”

“Can you cum… what?”

“Please! Can I cum please.”

“Good girl.”

You could feel it creeping up on you. It felt so fucking good. His masterful hands brought you so close you could almost taste it. Yes! Yes! Right there. Right there!

He pulled his hands away, his fingers and thumb covered in your slick. You watched him as he admired the shine you left on him, pulling his fingers apart and watching the string snap in between them. All the while you felt that orgasm ebbing away. You clearly looked dejected, and this made him laugh when he saw the expression you wore. “You were a good girl for asking, but I still didn’t give you permission, did I? Let’s go again, shall we?”

His hands went right back in to the exact position he was in beforehand. This time, however, he’d moved down the bed and was sat in between your spread legs, his tongue replacing his other hand on your clit. The same middle and ring finger that he used before, he used again, but this time he added his index finger to stretch you a little more, once again not bothering to slick it up and making you wince at the burn.

Mary would sometimes lick your clit, but he knew the real pleasure you experienced came from him sucking on it. He suctioned his mouth around your pebble and began to suck hard, stealing your breath as he did it. Your hands almost moved from your spot above your head because you were so desperate to touch him. You needed to at this point. “P-please, Mary.”

“Please what?”

“Let me t-touch you!”

“Aw,” he cooed, “is the pleasure too much for my little angel, hm? Does she need to pull on my hair?”

“Yes!”

“Go on, then.”

As soon as he dove back in, your hands flew down to his hair, grateful for the permission. You were always overly touchy during sex - the desperate need for closeness and affection too much for your body to handle, and your hands always took on a mind of their own. Mary loved it. He loved the way you pulled on his hair when he ate you out, how you cupped both of his cheeks when you kissed him while he was deep inside you, how your nails would scratch down his back when he hit that sweet spot, how your hands would always clutch onto his thighs or hips when his cock was down your throat. The constant need to be as physically close to him as possible made him feel loved and wanted. And so he would only begrudge your touch as a punishment.

Your hands tangled in his hair, the strands a little harder than usual because of the styling gel he used, but still you pulled at the roots. You heard him groan in response, no doubt growing harder in his pants the tighter you pulled. The harder you pulled, the faster his fingers moved and the harder he sucked. Again, you were so close, and you announced it only to have him pull all the way back again, completely remove all his touches. You whined and pouted.

“Now, now, angel.” He scolded. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger, swiping the tip of his thumb over your pouted lip. “Don’t do that. Don’t brat out on me now or there will be consequences. Take what I give you.”

“I wanna cum so badly.” You said. Your throat was tight from the disappointment, and you could feel tears begin to brew.

“Poor baby. Suffering so much. I know what could make it better. Close your eyes.”

You hesitated for a second, eyeing him suspiciously. But once he made it very clear he wasn’t moving until you closed your eyes, you obliged. You felt the bed shift beneath him as he reached over you, the roughness of his jeans rubbing against your soft, naked thigh. The bedside drawer opened slowly so as not to immediately alert you to what he was doing, but you had a sneaking suspicion he was reaching for one of the toys you kept in there. You didn’t hear it close, nor did you hear him grab anything. Instead, you felt something big and bulbous sit at your clit before it sprang to life at the flick of a button. Your wand. You didn’t even hear him plug it into the wall. Even on its lowest setting it was torturous enough for you to scream out, both in surprise and sensitivity. Your eyes opened entirely and you saw him kneeling between your legs, wand held tightly in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you writhe and attempt to escape from the feeling.

“You like that?” He asked. When you didn’t answer him, he turned the vibrations up a little more and pressed the wand further into you, applying more pressure to the area and intensifying the feelings. “Fucking answer me when I’m speaking to you!”

“Yes! I like it!”

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it? Have I fucked you brain dead already, hm? I haven’t even touched you with my cock yet and you’re already fucked up. You should see yourself right now - you look so fucking pathetic.” He laughed at your whimpers and the way your hips were moving at the sound of him being so fucking vile. It always turned you on to hear him be an asshole in the bedroom, given the polar opposite personality he displayed every other day. You knew deep down that he didn’t mean any of the things he was telling you, but he always said it with such conviction, especially in the moment you believed him - and it felt amazing.

Mary lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, making it parallel to his body. The back of your thigh was resting over the top of his incredibly hard cock, that was trapped still underneath the layers of cotton and denim. His composure always made you feel like he wasn’t quite as affected as you were by all this. If it wasn’t for the blown out irises of his eyes and the way he was now rubbing himself up against you, you’d think he wasn’t bothered at all. But he took his pleasure from you as he tortured your body, humping the back of your thick thigh as if he were desperate for relief. The look of you, red-faced, sweaty and desperately wailing like a bitch in heat had him far more affected than you realised, and he needed to get it out of his system one way or another. Right now, your thigh was the closest thing he could use.

“M-Mary, I’m gonna c-cum!”

He removed all contact again, even holding your ankle to get your thigh away from his body, denying himself pleasure as he denied you. He waited, wordlessly, for you both to calm down, before he attached the wand to you again, but this time two times more powerful than before. You screamed at the feeling and your hand immediately went to the wrist that was holding the vibrator, nails digging into the white skin and leaving red scratch marks. He went back to humping the back of your thigh, with a little more vigour given the loudness of your moaning. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside you, to spear you on his thick cock and take his own pleasure out of you. He couldn’t wait to make you cum, to shatter your entire world around you and make you think only of him as you tried to breathe. He’d been thinking about it all day. With every frustration he felt he was going to deny you an orgasm. Three so far. Another two to go.

You felt his lips on your calf, kissing the skin there until one particularly hard thrust against your thigh had him groaning and sinking his teeth into you.

“Cumming!”

He pulled away again before you had chance to. You were so close that time. You would have taken any punishment he dished out if it meant you could have cum there and then. But he stopped you before you had chance to tip over the edge and you screamed in frustration, punching the bed beneath you. The tears you shed at the beginning of the session were nothing compared to the tears you shed now. You watched through blurred vision as Mary’s eyes lit up at the sight of you crying in frustration. He turned the vibrator off and threw it to the side, pulling himself out of his confines and lining himself up to your entrance.

“That’s it, you fucking slut. I fucking love it when I make you cry. You’re always so pretty. Gets me so fucking hard.” The last sentence he said through gritted teeth and directly into your ear, his body lying down on top of you and trapping you between himself and the mattress beneath you. He gave you a chaste kiss to your lips, ignoring the tears you were shedding, before pushing himself all the way in, stretching you out even more than before. The tongue that had been licking your cunt earlier was now licking away the tears you shed, and a groan escaped his lips when the head of his cock kissed your cervix as his tongue registered the saltiness.

He thrust gently at first. He may have been acting like a monster but he definitely wasn’t one, even in his anger. While he thrust in and out of you shallowly and tentatively, his lips ran down your cheeks, across your jaw and down to your neck, where he licked, kissed and sucked at a sensitive spot of yours. “I fucking love this tight cunt.” He commented, his voice muffled by your skin. He pulled out and slammed back into you. “I love the noises you make when I fuck you.” Pulled out again and slammed back in. “I love hurting you and making you remember who this pussy belongs to.” Pulled out. Slammed in.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him as close as possible. The feel of his loose, grey vest softly dragging against your very erect nipples only added to the heightened sensitivity of your body making you cry out every time they rubbed against you. His jeans bit into your bikini line and thighs as he slammed into you, hitting your cervix every. Single. Time. Fuck it hurt. It hurt so fucking good.

He picked up the pace and the roughness, but he took this opportunity to attach his lips to yours, knowing how desperate for affection you’d become now. You were still crying - partly out of frustration for your almost orgasms, but also because of just how good he felt. Mary kept groaning and grunting into the kiss, his own voice coming out involuntarily from how good you wrapped around him.

He broke the kiss and sat up onto his knees, still thrusting away inside of you, his pace never faltering. “Fuck!” He grunted as he watched your body jiggle with the force of him. He always loved how your body moved,how you ricocheted off every thrust. He looked down at where you both were connected and saw a string of white around the base of his cock where you’d creamed all over him. “Fucking Hell!” He cried out. “Look at the state of you! This slutty pussy creaming all over me. Does it feel that fucking good?”

“Yes! Feels so good, Mary! You fill me so good.”

“Let the neighbours know who’s filling you this well, angel.”

“You are!”

“Say my name.”

You moaned at one of his thrusts. “Mary!”

“Again.” He slapped your thigh.

“Fuck! Mary!”

“What a good whore for me.”

He reached over to the neglected vibrator and turned it back on, setting the intensity back up to where it was the last time he used it. You visibly winced. “Mary, no!”

“Do you need to use the safe word?”

You shook your head in response.

“Then you’re gonna fucking take it, aren’t you?”

He placed the vibrator over your clit again and continued to fuck you as hard as he could. His grey vest shirt was now dark in most places from the sweat that coincided with the exertion. The sight of him wet and determined had your cunt tightening around him, earning you an appreciative, “fucking slut.” Then, with no warning, the vibrator’s intensity was turned up again, causing you to scream out loud and tears to start falling again. The stimulation bordered on painful, teetering on the edge of delicious and unbearable. You didn’t think he’d ever let you cum - that he’d keep you dancing the line until he finished and that he’d leave you. The thought of it was hot, of course, but by this point you were exhausted. Tired of being brought to the precipice but never quite falling over it. Mary watched your reactions intensely, drool practically slipping from his mouth. You were getting closer and closer by the second.

“Mary, I’m gonna cum.”

This time, he didn’t move the vibrator away. Instead he kept the speed and pressure exactly the same. You could feel it building and building, your entire body tingling in anticipation. He was finally going to let you cum. You were going to cum. You were so fucking close. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

And then he moved the vibrator away.

“No!” You screamed. “Mary, you piece of shit! You fucking asshole! Let me cum, please!” You moved your hand down and began rubbing at your clit working yourself desperately to release. But you didn’t get much time as his free hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away. “I fucking hate you!” You didn’t. Not really. But in this moment you couldn’t help it. You began thrashing against him, trying to fight against his strength but now he was putting his full weight onto you and you were having trouble winning this fight. He let go of the vibrator and slapped your face again, this time a little harder and timed with a particularly hard thrust.

“You wanna fucking fight me? You little bitch. Do you want me to tie you to the fucking bed and keep edging you all night, hm? Acting like a bitch in heat. So desperate to cum. So fucking embarrassing.” His thrusts were getting rougher and rougher. His free hand now came to your throat and began squeezing at the sides. Your breath didn’t escape you, but he was restricting the blood flow. You felt like your eyes were going to burst any second. “I should punish you for that. Remind you your place.”

“I’m sorry!” You said quietly. “Mary, please.”

He bent down and gave you another kiss, his hand still restricting your throat. When the kiss ended, he released you from his grasp and picked the vibrator up, turning it onto its highest setting. “You wanna fucking cum? That’s fine. Cum whenever you want.”

He placed it to your clit and had you screaming at the intensity, more tears falling from your eyes and wracked sobs shaking your entire body along with his insane thrusts. At this point you were practically screaming through it: babbling incoherently, screaming his name, expletives, anything just to take the intensity away and relieve some of the tension. His other hand that was once restraining yours now rest at your hip and allowed him some leverage to continue to rail you into the mattress. He was exhausted, you could see it from the look in his eyes. You wondered how many times during this whole ordeal he almost came too.

One of your own hands moved to the one on the vibrator, and you grabbed hold of his index and ring fingers. He let you, wanting nothing more to lock hands with you and provide you the comfort you were craving. But he was so focused now on getting you both to orgasm he would let that slip today.

“Mary, I’m close! Please.”

“It’s okay, angel.” His voice was soft now. Gentle. He wasn’t the same, angry, crazy man who was ramming into you just moments ago. “Cum for me. I’ll talk you through it. Just don’t forget to breathe, okay?” You nodded. “Such a good girl for me, hey? Feel so fucking good around my cock. I got you, angel. Let go. Cum for me.”

And you did. Oh hells, did you cum. All five of the orgasms you missed now came charging through you at full speed, freezing every muscle in your body and stealing the air from your lungs. Your eyes glazed over and for a second went black, the violence of your orgasm now taking all of your senses for you and numbing your brain until all you became was nerve endings reaching climax. No noises were made, no thoughts were thought, no breaths were taken. It wasn’t until eons later when you felt Mary’s hand tapping your cheek you were brought back down from wherever the fuck you’d gone. His voice faded back into focus, finally reaching your ears.

“Hey. Hey, angel. Come on, come back to me.”

You blinked. “Mary?”

“Hi, baby. Bear with me a little longer, I’m almost there, okay?”

You couldn’t say anything, instead you just nodded. You felt him enter you again, unsure when he pulled out completely, and after a few intense and oversensitive thrusts, you felt him still and cum inside you. His own orgasm wasn’t quite as intense as yours, but it still nearly wiped him out. He lay on top of you for a few seconds, his own body unresponsive to his wants, but once he had regained his own strengths, he gave you a chaste kiss and headed to the bathroom. He always made an effort to clean you up a bit, even if it was only a brief wipe down, it was enough. When he came back, you looked at the state of him. His black jeans even blacker around his crotch and thighs, and it looked like he’d pissed himself.

“What happened?” You asked weakly.

The smile that Mary returned made your heart skip a beat. “You came so hard I was forcibly ejected from your cunt.” He said climbing back onto the bed. “And you squirted everywhere. We’re going to have to change the sheets.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I wanna make you do it again.”

“Not tonight, love. I’m tired.”

Mary laughed. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He placed the wash cloth on the bedside table and lay down next to you again, scooping you up and holding you tightly, allowing you to bury your head in his bare chest now that his shirt had been removed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You replied, placing a little kiss over his heart.

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