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The Monster Club (1981)

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cenotaph ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

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Church of Saint Gengoult le Cloitre, Toul France (1900s) - Unknown Photographer

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martyr ☆

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Obsessed with that Creature Perpetua knotting!!! Could I request something where he is surprised by his own knot? Maybe a first-time scenario where he realizes he is more creature than he thought? Or a knot has never happened during his own alone time, but now with someone he is so overcome by it he almost can't stop himself, and he has to beg for permission to try and fit himself in? Will Reader accept all of him? Are they scared of him now? Is he too monstrous?? (Reader is extremely willing lol but something about this being new to them both? And then shaky trembling relieved overwhelmed thanking and cuddling after?) Thank you!

gn!reader x creature!perpetua; first time knotting; overstim; everyone is very in love

the steady, sweet roll of his hips against yours is hypnotic for you both. he is lost in the gorgeous grip of you, so tight and wet and wanting, and the way you paw at his back to drag him closer is addictive. he sinks his teeth lightly into your neck and he wonders why he put this off for so long as you cry out in ecstasy.

he supposes he knows why. he was shamed for his own biology as he was growing up, told he ought never to experience the joys of the flesh, as he'd only terrify any partner. but oh, you embraced him. all the parts of himself he hated: the ungainly limbs, the crowded maw of fangs, the jagged talons that tip his fingers.

he can be ever so gentle with them, for you, only for you.

"I love you, Pet," you breathe into his ear and he chitters in utter joy, causing you to breathe a soft laugh of adoration.

he's going to cum, he can feel it, feel the surge of pleasure down his cock. but he can also feel something else.

"oh-!" he whines, so entranced by the tightness of your intimate grip that all he can do is make tiny little thrusts forward into your heat. "oh, love, I'm going to... I should pull out..."

it doesn't feel bad, exactly, the swelling in his cock, in fact he feels the pleasure burning like it's the heat of a thousand brilliant stars, but it is odd. unusual. another giveaway as to his inhumanity, and for a second he stops, starts to pull back--

you lock your ankles at the small of his spine and drag him inside again. he's thrilled.

"love-?"

"please, Perpetua, put it inside me," you whisper, voice raw with want, happy to take whatever it is. how can he say no? how can he say no to that?

so he presses his forehead against yours and speeds up again, your eyes and his both twinned wide as the strange intrusion catches at your entrance.

"aah, Pet--!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me, please, please, please..."

it's too much pleasure, too much overstimulation. all he can do is beg you like a faithful hound. you cup his face.

"please do it!"

"but what if it doesn't fit..."

"it will. you can do it, baby, put that inside me."

he practically roars, the back of his throat twisting to make strange, beastly sounds as he surges forward, presses as hard as he can with his last thrust. you scream as the knot at the base of his cock forces its way inside you as he cums, hard, coating you with his spend and locking it in place. he feels you spasm around him as you tip over the edge, fingers biting into his arms hard enough to bruise so that you may anchor yourself.

the ecstasy is white-hot, and he collapses onto you, pressing a trail of kisses along your neck and jaw. you gasp in joy, slowly clenching and unclenching to feel how deep he's buried inside you.

"oh Pet, what was that?" you breathe, overjoyed. he struggles to form words around where his teeth have extended from his mouth, out past his lips. clearly that happened instinctively when he came, and he focuses on retracting them so that he may talk.

"I think it's a knot, my heart," he manages, and you giggle in his ear.

"fuck. I love it. I love you, Pet, you're perfect."

he purrs at that, actually purrs, deep from within his chest, and you tangle a lock of black hair around your finger to play with.

"I love you too. more than anything," he breathes, hazy in the glow of his orgasm, and relieved that you'll accept him no matter what.

how did he get so lucky?

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 all those dads never gave you the things that you should've had

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Impera cover art by Zbigniew M. Bielak: part I

I. Imperium

II. Kaisarion

III. Spillways

IV. Call Me Little Sunshine

V. Hunter's Moon

VI. Watcher In The Sky

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Be Not Inhospitable To Stranger  Lest They Be Angles In Disguise

Shakespeare & Company Paris

 Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

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the future is a foreign land ͙͘͡★

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*leans close to the microphone*

Copia and Perpetua (after they start kind of getting along) finding an old picture of two babies and getting into a long, drawn out, heated debate over which baby is Copia and which is Pet. This debate goes on for a good 20 minutes, Copia is arguing about skull size and searching his desk for a ruler, Pet pulls out a protractor to measure nose angle, they both claim they can tell by the eyes. Marika comes in at some point to see where the hell the two most powerful men in the clergy have run off too only to find them brandishing measuring implements and screaming.

Marika picks up the photo

“What a lovely picture of Secondo and Terzo!”

Dead silence

Chaos

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barking all by yourself handsome?

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through the spillways of your soul ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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please tell me you see the vision

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if you had life eternal ｡𖦹°‧

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Normal bands: Here's a T-shirt, a hoodie and a lanyard, I guess.

Ghost: Here's plushies, a rubber duck, a Viewfinder, a nightlight, prayer candles and some sex toys. Have fun.