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For something cute, could you maybe write cuddling with monster/creature Perpetua and petting him while he purrs so sweetly? Thank you

I could cuddle with him forever frankly...

"That's quite the motor you have, baby..." You tease as Perpetua sprawls out on top of you, a seismic purr quaking the entire bed and making it near impossible to hold the book you're reading steady.

He freezes, and a pang of guilt smites your heart as you suddenly feel terrible for making him feel self-conscious about his natural bodily function.

"No, no...I like it, it's soothing..." You rest a hand on his soft curls and trace it down to the pale, plush skin of his shoulder and then down to his wrist as you intertwine your fingers with his dark, textured claws. "It does make it difficult to read, though."

You feel Perpetua's body slowly begin to relax, his cheek to the soft skin of your stomach as he closes his eyes. The weight of his body atop yours is a comfort to you as he always assumes a protective position, either cocooning you in his large wings or crawling on top of you; fearing something horrible happening to you while he's unconscious and unable to protect you.

His sweet purr picks up again as you caress the smooth, shimmering membrane of his wings. They twinkle like the night sky when light permeates them, hues of of iridescent indigo and teal glaring through the thin stretch of flesh and illuminating the room around you like a kaleidoscope.

A precious memory is when you had asked Perpetua for help in reading Seneca's Natural Questions in its original Latin, a language Perpetua is fluent in and you were making an attempt to study. In section fourteen, he describes the spectacle of the northern lights.

"The colours of all these things are also quite numerous: some have an incredibly dazzling redness, some a frail and weak flame, some a resplendent white glow, some are flickering, some have a uniformly deep gold colour without beams or rays..." Perpetua had recited the passage like poetry as you beamed at him, heart aching with pride.

"Oh! That's like you, your wings..." You'd exclaimed as his cheeks flushed crimson, embarrassment rendering him unable to lock eyes with you as his heart fluttered in his chest. He'd always been compared to the monstrous and grotesque in nature, never something as universally revered and admired as the northern lights.

"I love you, my chasmata." [Greek term used by ancient scholars to describe the northern lights] You whisper, setting the book aside as you reach down to softly knead his sable curls.

"I love you, cor meum." [My heart] Perpetua chitters, burrowing into the space between your ribcage as he smiles into your skin, the whirr of his affection beginning to shake the entire bed as you chuckle.

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Creature Perpetua cucking regular Perpetua (they are separate people in this) by fucking Reader in front of him -stellargh0ul

okay so not quite two people for this one, but more like Venom - someone is in control of the body and the other one can only watch. teehee :3 thank you @stellargh0ul!

Perpetua stares down at you through the same eyes as his monster form, stuck inside a body he has no control over. He's aware a line of drool is dripping from the beast's maw, thick and filthy, but when it lands on your bare chest you only moan.

Look at us. Look at how good we can make them feel.

The thought snarls through his head, the monstrous side of him speaking plainly. Perpetua wants to be turned off, wants to say that this is an affront against nature… but then he looks at you, through white-green eyes he shares with the creature, and he sees you looking back in rapture. Any other time he'd fight back. But today...

"Pet? Why did you stop?" you breathe, all sweat-slick and panting. Perpetua feels the creature raise a claw to trace down your jaw, ever so tender, ever so careful not to nick an important artery. His heart aches with joy that you trust him like this.

"Sorry, little one. You want me to continue?" the creature breathes, attempting to create words through a crowded maw of fangs, snout scenting the air and geting lost in your arousal. You nod, hard.

"Is he... is he watching?"

You're aware of the duality of his existence. Perpetua and the creature blink as one.

"Yes, heart. Have anything you want to say to him?"

You reach up to caress his cheek, scratching against the fur you find there. The creature growls in adoration. Perpetua's heart flutters.

"That I love you. That I love both of you."

Two halves, one whole: the man and this. Yet your body embraces both, your soul embraces both.

Lose yourself. Lose ourselves. They want it.

Perpetua finally knows it to be true. He relinquishes the last dregs of his control and the beast fucks into you wildly, monstrous cock stretching your tight hole and making you both feel just incredible. You cry out and clutch on, tears of pleasure forming at how he takes you. Perpetua is absolutely rapt: you are an angel, fallen into his grasp, into his bed. He will never stop thanking the powers that be for sending you to him.

You howl in joy as his knot begins to inflate, joining the two of you intimately. You fall apart in his arms like shattered porcelain, oh so beautiful.

You do want it.

Perhaps, occasionally, the beast is right.

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endless ghifs 39/? ⛧ source — [groovy riff]

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So I'm sitting there, satanic pope cum on my tittes-

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rainbow papa

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For anyone curious of the contents within the Skeletour Program book currently available at rituals.

Fingers crossed they release them online so they become more widely accessible to others!!

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can I ask for Copia helping reader with period cramps, please? SFW if you don't mind...

this man's an expert on cramps, seeing as how we project all of our cramps onto him.

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“okie dokie, I got a heating pad, chocolate, Midol…” he trails off as he enters your bedroom, an armload of period supplies in his hands. you give Copia a little wave as he walks over to your bed, not feeling up to much else, and he gives you a wave back— dropping the pills he’d been holding in his hands.

he curses, dumping the rest of what he’d been carrying on the bedspread before bending to pick up the bottle of Midol. you hear the sound of the little pills rolling across the floor before they seem to dip underneath your bed. Copia curses again, stretching his arm out to fish around under the mattress.

as he stands, he seems to forget where his head was in relation to the bed and you hear a loud ‘thwack’. Copia stands with the bottle in his hand, cradling his head with the other, and you can’t help but give a short, barking laugh.

your body protests the sudden movement, but it’s just so adorable how hard he’s trying to help you— even though there was really nothing you could do for your cramps but give them time and let them work themselves out.

“are you okay?” you ask and he makes an ‘ok’ with his fingers, setting the bottle of pills on the nightstand by your bed. as you snag the bottle and shake two of them out into your hand, he takes the heating pad and plugs it into the wall, far more careful about where his head is this time as he stands up.

“better than you’re doing, cara mia,” Copia murmurs as he comes over to drape the heating pad across your lap. you curl around the comforting warmth as you swallow some water from your water bottle to wash the pills down.

“I really appreciate you doing this, babe. I feel like shit.”

“no trouble, no trouble at all! happy to help in whatever way I can.”

he grabs the chocolate bar from the bedspread as he climbs onto the bed beside you and you shift to give him more room, switching the TV on the foot of your bed on. Copia offers you the candy and you take a large bite, letting the sweetness of the chocolate wash away some of the lingering bitterness of the pills.

“want to watch a movie with me?” you ask and he nods, raising one arm. taking the invitation, you curl into his side and let him settle his arm around you, repositioning the heating pad as you go so that it’s pressed against where you need it most.

“I would not miss spending time with you for the world, even if you aren’t feeling your best. especially if you aren’t feeling your best.”

“you’re such a flatterer,” you say, rolling your eyes, but inwardly your chest feels light. he’s the best companion you could ask for at a time like this and as you start flicking through the movies on Netflix, you feel yourself smile.

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ok hear me out... Copia getting into a relationship with reader but quickly realizing that he can't keep up with their libido so he enlists help from his ghouls to satisfy them sometimes. Even though reader keeps telling him it's not a big deal, he just hates the idea of leaving them unsatisfied. (I'm so sorry if this is a strange one I'm just on that ghoul polycule mind train lol😅)

I got one ghoul orgy here, one ghoul orgy for a @bitemefightme!

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you’re expecting Copia to be the one who enters your bedroom, so you’re surprised when it’s Aether who steps inside. he smiles at you, not wearing his mask and dressed casually for once. it’s such a surprise that it takes you a moment to register that Dewdrop and Cirrus are behind him, the three of them hovering around the doorway as Aether tilts his head at you.

“Copia asked us to come and see you,” he says, and the tone in his voice lets you know that isn’t all Copia asked of them. you bite back a laugh— you’d told Copia time and time again that you didn’t mind that your libido and his didn’t match up. it just meant you’d spend some time with the toys in your bedside drawer when he wasn’t in the mood; but he never listened.

“I take it he’s not in the mood tonight?”

“but we are,” Cirrus purrs, peeking around Aether’s back with a lascivious grin across her face. you smile back at her and nod, waving your hand to indicate that they could approach you.

the ghouls pounce as one: Dewdrop scurries forward to lie beside you on the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist. Aether settles himself agains the headboard behind you, drawing you into his lap with his huge hands, and Cirrus settles between your legs on her knees, eyes wide and hungry as she looks up at you.

Aether’s cock presses into your back from where you’re settled against him, already half-hard as he draws the hem of your shirt up. the moment it’s over your head, he tosses it to the side so that Dew can lean in and begin to lavish your chest with attention. you weren’t wearing a bra and he takes full advantage of that fact, licking and suckling at the nipple closest to him.

Cirrus hooks her fingers in your waistband, peeling it down to reveal your panties. she helps you shimmy your pants down your legs, throwing them to where your shirt had landed before she returns to her place between your thighs. you feel the puff of her warm breath against your core as she takes in the scent of you.

there’s so much going on that you can barely pay attention to any one thing; Dew’s mouth is closed around your nipple, his tongue swirling at the tip. Aether’s hands are playing with the neglected one, rolling and pinching it between his large fingers. and Cirrus has her tongue pressed flat against the seat of your panties, delicious friction rubbing at your clit from the way the fabric bunches against you.

“fuck guys…” you whisper, unable to get anything more coherent out, and the ghouls all laugh. you feel Cirrus’s tongue start to make small, tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves and can’t stop your legs from shaking beneath you.

“we haven’t even started yet,” Aether rumbles above you. “Copia asked us to make sure you were completely satisfied.”

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An Assistant's Assistance Part 4

The next part of the collaboration with @stellargh0ul! You and Copia take a trip to the library!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“How about the library?” you ask cheerfully, and Copia’s face lights up.

“Oh, yes, excellent idea! I love going there myself. Back before I was put in charge of the Ghost project, I would spend a lot of my time in the private study rooms - they’re the ideal place to go and look over books without being disturbed,” he says, chattering enthusiastically, his sincere appreciation of the library really shining through. You fall into step with him as he begins to lead you both through one of the smaller sections of the gardens, full of delicious-smelling herbs and blooming flowers. You soon come to an old, wooden door which he holds open for you, letting you walk into the well-maintained brickwork corridor beyond.

“Without being disturbed, you say? Do a lot of people try to disturb you in the library?” you ask, cheerfully, listening to the pleasant echo of your shoes and his along the hallway.

For a second, he looks like he regrets saying that, just a tiny little wince flickering across his face. He rubs the back of his neck with one of those leather gloves.

“Eh, well, you see… our church is… umh, sometimes Siblings like to take advantage of the quiet places in the Ministry to… really indulge in praising the Olde One.”

You furrow your brow, for a moment imagining someone setting up a fully-fledged altar in front of an old shelf lined with Steinbecks. That would be a fire hazard, of course, but you’re not sure if it would really be something that your new boss would find particularly disturbing…

There’s something about the way he’s pointedly not meeting your eyes that gives you pause.

Oh.

“Yes,” he agrees, and you didn’t realise you said that out loud. You feel yourself getting a little flustered, this is definitely not the sort of direction you wanted your first conversation with your new boss to take. But then again, you suppose it is a Satanic church, and they really do like to indulge in sin. Lust is one of those… and a pretty big one to be fair.

You suppose this is just the sort of thing that you will need to adjust to if you’re going to start a new life here. 

“Ah, here we go!” says Copia, almost relieved as he comes across a huge double doorway, set with beautiful stained glass in its windows which reminds you of a kaleidoscope. Once again, he holds the door open for you, welcoming you inside.

The library is beautiful. All old, dark wood and looming bookcases, but it doesn’t seem intimidating. In fact, it’s rather homely: old rugs line the floors with decades of foot-fall having beaten them into the stone floor, low lamplight fills the large room with a comforting orange glow. Siblings dart between shelves like little dragonflies, hovering at a section as they skim over it before disappearing elsewhere. You give a furtive glance around but don’t see anything untoward, no Sisters being taken roughly in a dark corner, which you can only let out an internal sigh of relief at.

“Do you like it?” Copia asks, and there’s an air of nervousness in his voice, like he’s actually worried that you won’t. It’s actually quite endearing, seeing how genuinely invested he is in your enjoyment of your new home.

“Yes, it’s lovely! You must have tens of thousands of books here,” you muse, casting your eye around the place, noticing the mezzanine floor which houses even more thick shelves.

“Oh, yes! We do. There is a comprehensive list somewhere, some of them are very, very old - I mean, back to when book-binding had just begun. It’s a real privilege to be able to see them. Books are sacred no matter who you believe in, no?”

“I think you’re right,” you say, and he beams.

Your stomach does a funny little flip inside you at that.

“Cardinal! Cardinal!”

A severe-looking older Sister is scurrying across the room towards you both, and Copia’s face drops suddenly.

“Cazzo,” you hear him mutter under his breath, then aloud: “Ah, Sister Amelie, I did not, eh, know you were working today.”

“I work every day, Cardinal. I’m the head librarian,” she says slowly, as if speaking to a fool. “Now, tell me, when are you going to return that book? You took it out over two weeks ago, it’s overdue. You know the one I mean…

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PERP…..

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La Creatura

Becoming the graveyard keeper for a small town had it's perks. It came with a house on the edge of the tombstones, board, and a generous stipend. And, of course, the creature with red eyes that lurked in the forest beyond.

Desperate to escape their past, Reader took the job without ever realizing that there was more to the cemetery- and the mysterious family that seems to control the town- than they ever realized.

Now, after coming face to face with La Creatura, the town's very own cryptid, they'll learn that you can only run so far from your past, and that there may be more to the monster than they ever expected.

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Here's chapter 1 of the AU where Perpetua is the cryptid haunting the local town! Expect weekly updates for this fic, and for the first three chapters to be based on the drabbles I have already written for this AU.

TW for animal death.

Enjoy!

as the graveyard keeper for your small town, you’ve seen some things. even as a skeptic, someone who didn’t believe in the supernatural, the graveyard had an eerie feel in the middle of the night- you didn’t like to linger among the graves for longer than strictly necessary once the sun went down, retreating to the small house you lived in on the edge of the tombstones.

it wasn’t superstition, you liked to tell yourself, reasoning that there was no part of you that was susceptible to the town’s whisperings about strange goings-on in the forest in the middle of the night. you just… didn’t like the atmosphere.

the whole town’s atmosphere had something wrong with it, in fact. you’d moved there to get away from the city and the mess you’d made there, everything that had happened enough to drive you to look for work that would let you get away from it all. but somehow you had the feeling you’d only walked into a mess of a different kind.

the listing had seemed like a godsend: tending to the graveyard of a small town on the outskirts of the forest, with room and board included in the paycheck. you’d packed up your apartment and never once looked back since arriving.

not even when you heard the townsfolk’s whispers about what went on in the graveyard after dark. not even when you realized there was a reason that none of the town’s people had wanted what was ostensibly a great position.

not even when you saw the carcasses of the dead deer left between the headstones with fang and claw marks that looked nothing like any creature you could name would leave on its prey.

but you weren’t going to give in to rumor and speculation and dead animals. because this was your chance for a fresh start, a chance for you to feel like yourself again after years of suffocating in a dead end job, with a partner who’d never cared for you in the way you deserved.

La Creatura, the monster they whispered about whenever something strange happened in town, didn’t exist. you were sure of it, as sure as you were that moving here had been the right thing for you.

and yeah, you’ve seen some things. things that couldn’t merely be hand-waved away by superstition.

eyes in between the trees when you’re in the graveyard past dusk, red and glowing and wide and staring. figures where you’re sure the air was empty only moments ago, with matching whispers floating between the graves on the night breeze.

but none of what you’d seen was enough to deter you from doing your job. from doing what earned you the right to live in this town and move among it’s people and be free for what felt like the first goddamn time in your entire life.

freedom was worth everything, even if it meant slowly losing your sanity.

so you step out of your small house with your flashlight when the clock strikes three, having only just been roused from your sleep by the alarm set on your phone. you did nightly sweeps of the graveyard at random times, dedicated to making sure that there was nothing to disturb the rest of the people buried there.

not that there ever was; the townsfolk stayed well away once the sun went down.

still, though, it was in your job description. you head down the stairs with the light in one hand, holding your bathrobe closed with the other. your house slippers squeak in the wet grass beneath you as you step off the front porch and onto the walkway that leads into the graves.

a cool wind blew through the trees, sending leaves all around you rustling as you shone your flashlight around the area, sweeping each row of headstones with the beam before moving on to the next. the sooner you got this done, the sooner you could get back in bed beneath your warm blankets. except-

your light falls on something large and dark lying on one of the paths. at first you can’t make sense of what you’re seeing: there’s a hand there, with fingers far too long for it, and the hoof of a deer over next to it.

eyes snap up to you as your flashlight plays over the shape and you gasp as you see the familiar shape of two things that are red, glowing, and trained straight on you.

there’s a man crouched over the dead deer.

except he doesn’t look like a man at all. his limbs are too long, spindly and bent at awkward angles to allow him to hover over the animal. his hair falls in greasy ringlets around a face dominated by those large, red eyes, set above a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. and that smile-

that smile is dotted with what you’ve no doubt are flecks of dried blood. the deer’s throat has been torn apart, blood puddling on the walkway beneath the carcass, and there’s more of it smeared down his front. like he’d been bathing in it, basking in the gore of the slaughtered animal in front of him.

your legs give out beneath you at the sight and you slide to the ground, trembling. all the blood’s gone from your body, a cold certainty settling over you that you are going to die here— this creature will be the last thing you ever see.

the monster leans back from the carcass as it spears you with its red stare, and raises one hand to wipe the blood away. you see claws on the ends of it’s spindly fingers, razor-sharp and catching in the moonlight.

“scusi,” La Creatura says, in a hissing rasp. “I did not expect there to be anyone else out here.”

on legs that are far too long for the rest of it’s body, it crawls over to you on all fours. you can’t even scream at the unnatural way it moves over the headstones as if they were mere rocks in the road. your voice is stuck in your throat, having fled along with the rest of the strength in your limbs.

“are you alright?”

you feel a laugh bubble up from somewhere behind your lungs, the sound hysterical and far too harsh for the situation. giggling in the creature’s face, you drop your flashlight. it rolls a few feet between the graves and comes to a halt with its beam pointed squarely at the… thing in front of you.

“i’m about to die, so… no.”

it regards you for a moment with those bright eyes, reflecting the light of the flashlight beam. there’s an odd noise and you realize with a start that it’s sniffing you, bringing its face close to where one of your legs is resting in the grass.

you resist the urge to pull away, terrified that any sudden movements may provoke him to attack.

“you are the graveyard keeper,” La Creature mumbles to itself, head cocking to the side at an angle no human neck should have been able to achieve. you feel the urge to vomit rising in your throat but tamp it down as best as you can, sure that the moment you look away will be the moment of your doom.

it nods, though you aren’t sure at what. moments pass, suspended in time, the world holding it’s breath.

“I will not harm you. I have had my meal for the night.”

your gaze wanders over to the gutted deer in the middle of the walkway. you have an awful vision of yourself lying among the graves, body posed like the dead deer, for some unlucky soul to find in the morning.

it follows your eyes and nods, and-

god, it smiles at you. a smile full of blades, a smile far too sharp to be anything but terrifying.

“si. I am full, you do not need to worry.”

you swallow hard, a question rising unbidden to your mind. before you can second guess yourself, you blurt it out, your voice quiet and barely audible above the rustling of the trees. your throat feels like it’s been covered with sandpaper.

“and if you weren’t full?”

pausing, it regards you with a suddenly quiet, thoughtful expression. neither of you speak for a long moment, long enough that you wonder if you’ve stumped the thing. if it truly wasn’t sure what it would do to you if it hadn’t been full, then maybe you have a chance at getting out of this alive.

then, another a smile breaks across it’s face and you almost scream at the sight of the blood caught in the dagger-like needles it calls teeth.

“well, I suppose i’d have to drag you back to my lair and eat you.”

you think its joking, but its hard to tell- La Creatura’s voice is somehow doubled on itself, as though more than one person was speaking to you. it makes its tone hard to decipher, your ears having to strain to pick up on the nuances of every word.

with shaking hands, you reach up to cradle your face, fighting back the hiccuping sob that threatens to worm it’s way from your mouth. you feel numb at the same time as you feel panicked, emotions warring inside of you for dominance without anything truly winning.

maybe you’re dreaming. maybe you never woke up to do your patrol of the graveyard and you’re still in your bed, dreaming about a monster that regards you with an expression that somehow, appears sad.

“I will leave.”

it turns on those spindly legs, clambering back over the headstones it had climbed to get close to you. he reaches down to grab the deer and heaves it into the air, slinging it over his back in one motion as though the carcass weighed absolutely nothing. the air’s punched out of you as you watch it move, feeling the trembling in your hands as it travels the length of your body.

“maybe I see you again sometime. seem nice.”

you feel numb. exhausted, somehow, as if you’d just run a marathon though you’d done little more than collapse into a puddle on the walkway. La Creatura fades back into the night, carrying the deer with him, and you only exhale the breath you’re holding when you no longer see it moving beyond the trees.

finally you manage to get your feet beneath you and wander back in the direction of your house, moving as though you’re a daze. the trembling hasn’t stopped and its making it difficult to put one foot in front of the other as you force yourself to keep moving.

you leave the flashlight where it is, unwilling to take a single step in the direction La Creatura had gone, instead using the moonlight above and your familiarity with the graveyard to guide you.

its only when you stumble over a headstone, falling back to your hands and knees that you feel it- pain blossoms in your hand, the heel of which had scraped over a protruding stone. you look down at the cut as it slowly begins to weep blood, the sharp, warm pain possibly the only thing that could have cut through the stupor settling over your bones.

whatever had just happened was real. La Creatura was real and he’d said he might see you again as casually as though he’d been talking about the weather.

in the morning, maybe you’ll look at job listings in another city. in the morning, you’ll try to come to terms with the fact that everything you’d been denying about the graveyard and the town since you arrived was real. in the morning you’ll figure out how to protect yourself when it does come back.

but for now, you stumble up the steps to your house and latch the door behind you, as if it will do you any good against something with eyes that glowed like that and a voice straight from the pits of Hell.

and you cry.

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Ghost kinktober rules. All participants should have an inherent power difference. Consent should be questionable at most unless there is a good reason for it. Add body horror and gore wherever possible. Everyone should get pregnant.

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Avo, do you think I could get some Frater comfort? Not feeling the greatest lately and I thought I’d go to one of my favorite mutuals.. Maybe a bit of smut if you’d like 👀 Thank you so much ily 🥹🖤

of course my love! nothing too spicy, but a bit of steam. frater imperator x gn!reader

a hand on your thigh, an arm around your shoulders. his go-to when he notices you're feeling down, a way he can wrap his entire body around you. he runs his fingers down your legs in order to shift them into his lap, encouraging you to lean into him more. you bury your head against his chest and you feel the comforting weight of his chin on your crown.

tucked into him, safe against the world. your heart and soul guarded by the man who'd walk through hellfire for you.

"do you want to talk about it, tesoro?" he asks, voice a low, comforting hum. you shake your head minutely, not wanting to disrupt the way he's holding you.

"just had a bad day, is all."

"can I help?"

"this helps."

"mm. good."

he plants a kiss against your hair, letting it bloom in warmth across your body. you wriggle in closer. you feel the reaction he has as he feels you move on his lap.

"... do you want me to distract you?"

he doesn't see the smile which flashes over your face.

"I'd like that, Frater."

he growls at that and suddenly you're pinned to the sofa, wrists held against soft pillows by firm hands wrapped in leather. you gasp in excitement as he begins to kiss the line of your jaw, the soft skin of your neck.

"how do you want it, baby? hard and fast, want me to make it so you can't walk? or you want it slow, so I can look in your eyes as you cum?"

he kisses you, just on the right side of ferocious: where teeth clack and lips get spit-slicked. you breathe out, heavy and wanting, and he rocks his hips into you so you can feel how hard he's growing.

"I want it however you'll give it to me, Frater," you whisper against his lips, and his grin is cheshire-cat wide.

"that's the correct answer," he hums, and keeps you on the couch for the rest of the night.

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thinking about v, crouched in the corner of your room, watching you undress. his shoulders are hunched and his pupils blown wide as his claws scratch little lines into the floorboards. his fangs, glinting in the dim light, are bared just enough to show he's trying very hard to behave. his chest rises sharply every time you peel off another layer as his eyes track each of your movements with exacting precision. he doesn't blink. doesn't speak. just watches. you pretend not to notice the drool that drips down his chin and begins to pool on the ground beneath him... and you take your time. stretch. sigh. make a show of removing each garment and turn your back to hide your smirk as you let the last one fall.

you hear his growl before you feel him. a low and guttural rumble—one that might frighten you were you not the one actively trying to elicit such a sound from him—and then he's on you, pressing you into the sheets with his mouth on your spine and your limbs pinned between his. he trembles as he starts to rut against you clumsily, growls mixing with whimpers as he nips at your skin, trying to regain control of himself. and when he finally speaks, it's ragged and forced through a clenched jaw.

"such a show-off you are for me, little lamb," he sputters. "keep teasing me like that and one day i won't stop until i've bitten clean through your throat."

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With this fuckin thing!