#cardiophilia fic

[cor-obscenum]

I'm in a HUGE mood for Cardi C lately so I had to write this fic for your flustered cardinal needs. Sorry for those expecting the resurrected Terzo one, but I promise I'm working on it ^^

Behind the Grucifix (Cardinal Copia x GN reader)

Summary: you and the Cardinal share an intimate moment in the hallways of the Ministry, getting a thrill out of the risk of getting caught.

Tags: 18+, MDNI, kissing, teasing, body worship, soft cardiophilia, ear stething, I guess also mild hierophilia (cassock kink? lol)

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"Amore, er, are you sure you want to do this? W-what if we get caught?" Copia asks you, his cheeks turning a deep crimson. His back is pressed against the wall of a dimly lit corridor while your chin rests on his shoulder and your hands on his hips.

"Hmmm…" you reply coyly, pulling away slightly to face him, your hands going upwards and playfully tugging on the pellegrina of his cassock. Your gaze lowers from his blushed face to his chest, where his sparkly Grucifix dangles. It looks so pretty on him, yet it would look prettier if you took it off to explore what's behind the buttons of his cassock, you think.

"Wh-what are you doing, amore?" He stutters, his voice hoarse as you twirl the soft fabric between your fingers.

"I'm just touching your pellegrina, Cardi. I think it looks so pretty on you. It really flatters your body."

"O-okay… Thanks, I guess…" Copia gulps, his heart hammering in his chest. The poor man is so flustered, yet so eager to feel your touch on his body. He wants you so badly, right there.

"Just relax… Being nervous isn't good for your blood pressure. You remember what the doctor said, don't you?" You tease him with a chuckle, your hands now sliding under the pellegrina and laying flat on his chest.

He takes a few deep breaths, his chest going up and down under your hands. You feel his heartbeat, pounding hard inside his ribcage, and you can't help but smile, a slight blush creeping on your face. There it is, your beloved little jewel that beats inside his chest, right behind the Grucifix. You just love his heart and how hard it beats for you.

Then Copia cannot hold himself back anymore and his primal instincts speak louder. His hand reaches the nape of your neck and his lips part as he leans in against you. Both hearts thud in your chests as he feels you giving in, your lips parting, accepting him, and finally locking in a long, passionate, steamy kiss. Your hands still on his chest, you delight in feeling his heartbeat react to the kiss, racing as fast as you've never felt before. The sensation of your hands on his chest sends a shiver down his spine, and although he's a little self-conscious about his racing heart, he lets you indulge in your little interest, and places his hands upon yours, letting you feel the acceleration and heaviness of his heartbeat to your heart's content. He had longed for your touch, it's the best feeling in the world for him.

When you finally pull away from the kiss, panting softly, your fingers turn to the Grucifix in his chest, as you delicately unhook it from the button it was dangling from. "May I?" You ask gently.

"Wh-what? O-okay… Go ahead…" he stutters between gasps, and you start slowly unbuttoning his cassock, exposing the soft, sparsely hairy skin of his chest. His eyes flicker shut and you start trailing little kisses from his neck to his collarbone, sending shivers down his spine and earning small whimpers of pleasure from him.

Your lips graze the warm skin from his collarbone to his sternum, nuzzling softly. "You're so hot, Cardi. I love the way you feel." You whisper, lips pressed against his heart, earning from him a string of raspy thank-yous. And finally, you rest your ear over his heart to hear the sound you love the most in the world: his fast, flustered, infatuated heartbeat.

Copia exhales, his face flushing brightly as he feels your ear pressed against his chest. Your touch, your breath against his skin, the cute smile on your face and your soft coos as you listen to his heartbeat - all those sensations are so overwhelmingly amazing to him. Intoxicating, even. His heart is hammering so hard against his ribcage it feels almost painful to him, yet it's a delicious sensation, and the fact that you enjoy it so much makes it even more pleasurable to your Cardinal. He wants your pleasure, it's all that matters to him.

You sigh, relishing on the fast thumpthumpthump against your ear, envisioning the heart muscle working hard to pump all that blood through his body. The heart is truly a wonderful organ, you think. After listening to the gorgeous sound for a couple delightful minutes, you pull away slightly and move your lips towards his nipple, where you give it a gentle nibble, followed by even gentler sucking and kissing.

"Amore?! W-what are you doing?" His breath hitches on his throat, his face a bright shade of red. "Oh… I mean, don't stop. This feels… Nice". He moans softly, clutching the fabric of your shirt as you play with his nipples. He had never had anyone give so much attention to that part of his body before, and it feels oddly wonderful.

You pull away gently to remove his belt before moving on to unbuttoning his cassock over one of your favorite parts of his body, his soft belly. He's always felt self-conscious about that part of his body, but you knew how to make him feel loved every time you gave it attention. You begin to trail kisses from the bottom of his sternum to his bellybutton, gently kneading the soft flesh as you kiss.

Until your caresses are cut short by a terrified scream from Copia.

"AI, CAZZO! AMORE, STOP!" He shouts, hastily buttoning his cassock. You turn to face the figure standing in the opposite side of the hallway, staring at the two of you with an expression that looked not happy.

Secondo has his hands on his hips, a firm scowl on his face as he silently judges the two of you. After all, you were on your knees right in front of Copia, in a pose that looked like... You know what.

"I-i-it's not what it looks like, I promise! We were... We were just... Eh..." Copia sputters, trying to explain himself, his face red as a tomato. Secondo just walks away, shaking his head and grumbling to himself.

Silence. Uncomfortable silence.

"Well... I guess we should go somewhere more private?" You suggest, embarrassed.

[runscold-runsdeep]

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Terzo X Omega - Dark Cardiophilia

Warnings/disclaimers: dark cardiophilia, fluff-ish, arguing, near death experience, heart failure, arithmetic heartbeat, demonic magic induced injury, Google Translate Italian for one phrase.

Word count: 800+

///Author’s note

I finally got it written!!! It’s short, and probably undeserving of a banner that took too much effort to make, but I wanted to scrub off the rust and get back into the swing of things. I’m gonna be adding a tag list to my fics from now on, so be sure to let me know if you want on!

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The room was dark, the only light being the flicker of the TV displaying a horror film with Terzo scooted as close to Omega as he could, the mortal being curled up into the demon’s side. Omega enjoyed this closeness though, wrapping an arm around Terzo to keep him cozy. Despite the volume of the TV not being turned down low and Omega not having his ear pressed against Terzo's chest, he could still hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, occasionally quickening in response to the suspenseful moments in the movie.

Unable to resist the urge, Omega slid his hand down to Terzo’s chest, feeling the gentle, rhythmic beat of his heart against his palm, which made Terzo smile and lean closer to him. Despite his best efforts to concentrate on the movie playing in front of them, something about Terzo’s heart in that moment kept drawing his attention away. A sort of curiosity was nagging at him.

Ever since he was summoned and his natural talents for healing and caretaking were discovered, he found himself dedicating most of his spare time in The Ministry’s infirmary whenever he wasn’t with Ghost or alone with Terzo. The infirmary became a sort of sanctuary, a place where he could learn about the intricacies of the human body and its many ailments. However, amidst all the knowledge he was gaining, there were curiosities that lingered in his thoughts, and one of those questions kept pushing itself to the forefront of his mind. What happened if a heart was squeezed?

He tried to push this thought away once more. He would never test such a thing on his partner of all people. He would rather be sent to the ruthless hounds of Hell than to purposely hurt Terzo to answer such a ridiculous question… But at the same time, he also wanted to know how exactly Terzo’s heart specifically would react to such a thing. As he thought over this dilemma, his mind was clouded with conflict. On one hand, he felt a sense of guilt for even considering such a cruel experiment. On the other hand, curiosity gnawed at him, and whatever damage was done to his heart, he could always reverse it.

A purple light in the corner of Terzo's eye caught his attention, forcing his eyes away from the TV to look in the light's direction. Omega's hand was in a grasping position, aglow like ignited hand sanitizer. As Terzo's gaze lingered on the mysterious light, his lips parted to question Omega, but all that escaped was a wince. As Omega’s talons closed, a tightness formed in Terzo’s chest and a sharp pain began to shoot through his jaw and arm. As he felt his heart begin to stumble, his eyes widened, realizing now what Omega was doing. The sound of his pounding heart filled the room, drowning out all other noise as fear and confusion clouded his mind.

“O…Omega..!” Terzo gasped out, clutching at his chest and watching helplessly as Omega's claws tightened their grip around his heart, slowly squeezing it with his demonic powers, “Omega, s—stop!” He leaned against the ghoul, the pain and his failing heart causing his consciousness to wane.

And at once, Omega did, letting go of Terzo's heart and placing his large hand on the mortal's chest, taking in the pain he had inflicted. His own heart started to falter and ache now as he absorbed the injuries that had once belonged to Terzo.

Terzo closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he took in several deep breaths, trying to regulate his heart and his nerves before his eyes shot open, his head jerking to face his partner, glaring at him. “Tu... Tu fottuto idiota!” He exclaimed, “Wh—What the hell came over you?! You almost… you could have fucking killed me!”

Omega, who more than expected this reaction from Terzo, sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Why did you do that?” Terzo pressed his hand to his chest, as if trying to reassure himself that his heart was still beating.

Omega shrugged. “I was curious.”

“…You were curious.” Terzo repeated as he blinked at the demon, as stunned as he was furious. “You tried to kill me just to satisfy some curiosity?!”

“I mean,” Omega exhaled, pausing to choose his his words, “I wasn’t trying to kill you—“

Terzo glared at the ghoul, his white eye bearing a more intense coldness than it normally did, which made Omega cower just slightly.

“…I—I, uh… I wasn’t gonna push you that far. I was gonna stop before you reached that point. And I did.” Omega stammered, averting his gaze from Terzo’s.

Terzo huffed, shaking his head slightly as he curled back up with the demon, snuggling up against him. “Just… warn me next time you try something stupid like that.” He grumbled, “And look, I've missed a part of the movie because of you!” He complained, which forced a small chuckle from Omega as he pulled Terzo close.

“Want me to rewind it?” Omega offered, nuzzling his nose against the top of Terzo’s head.

“No, I’ll figure out what I missed later.” Terzo settled back into Omega’s hold as the ghoul draped his arm around him. Omega turned his attention back to the TV, feeling content at last even though his heart still throbbed and ached with an unsettling rhythm. He hoped that the discomfort would pass soon…

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's Home

Chapter 7 pt.1

My schedule for today is unpredictable, seeing as to how Mrs. Nicole will be visiting today. I have to prepare myself for any outcome in this situation, and it unfolds in 2 ways: either Mrs. Nicole is too swamped by work and is unable to do her "checkups" with me; or her heart craves for attention and she abandons all reasoning and comes to me. As such, I must be prepared for any situation. I end up staying a bit late, tidying up the rarely used rooms as an excuse to staying back longer than needed.

Every now and then, Mrs. Nicole's visits are joined by Roxanne, her dedicated secretary.

Roxanne is a 5' 4" chubby woman in her mid 30s with a fair complexion. She is highly focused on her tasks and is devoted to Mrs. Nicole, making sure her every need is tended too...of course every need except her checkups. I've caught her staring at me with a vague sense of disapproval in her eyes, and I'm sure she thinks of me as ill fit to provide Mrs. Nicole with what her body (and heart) needs with my simple checkups. I don't blame her, but it's not like I could even try explaining to her the full nature of these sessions with Mrs. Nicole. Roxanne's usual outfit is one typical of a secretary, a tight form-fitting white blouse sometimes buttoned down a bit, and a pencil black skirt, highlighting all her wonderful curves, a feast for my eyes. She wears her dark red hair in a loose bun, with bangs tucked behind round frames, softening the natural fierce look she usually wears on her face.... almost the stark opposite of Mrs. Nicole, who wears thin frames to hide her cute adorable features. Under her skirt she wears black pantyhose, slyly hiding her thick thighs from the world. Her black heeled shoes clack in her stride, giving her a calm yet confident and witty disposition. Truly, she and Mrs. Nicole visually have such an effect, they could grab your attention from any corner of the room with zero effort. Truly a fearsome combination. Her large breasts alluringly sway with her each step, unfortunately mostly hidden from view by the documents she carries close to her chest. My hands itch to steth her, to hear her powerful pump beating hard inside her. Feel every inch of her vibrate under my fingers-

I pull myself back together and get on with my work, fingers crossed and hoping today is a good day.

Night rolls around and yet there's still no sign on the beautiful Mrs. Nicole. I sigh, assuming today is one of those days, and begin undressing. Suddenly Miri pops in, that usual twinkle of naivety in her eyes, as she relays "There's a lady requesting you in the conference room! She's asking for you to come as fast as you can! And I told her that knowing you, you definitely do come quick.." She winks at me, giggles and skips away, that little trickster. She needs a stern scolding session this time, this young child is getting too naughty. I'll have to remind her on who exactly she's messing with..... I need to train my sweet little heart slut.

But "a lady"? Miri knows what Mrs. Nicole looks like, so it can't be her... Who could possibly be requesting for my services so late at night?

Still in my maid uniform, I tidy up, grab my backpack, make myself presentable, and make my way to the conference room.

The conference room is a large room located deep in Lea's house, usually used for family business meetings. It is at most used twice a year, with full occupancy. Built to house at least 20 people, it is a sound proof room (in order to prevent potential gossiping/company secret leaking from staff), lined with stunning oak and carpeted floors. It is equipped with a large display/projector area and a working surveillance camera. The weighted doors add a classy finish to the room.

I arrive in front of the doors, breath in deep and push the doors, not sure what or who to expect. My sigh is immediately muffled by the sound proofing, and inside I find Roxanna, seated at the head of the table, legs crossed and skirt riding up a bit, as if teasing me. Her arms are folded under her voluptuous breasts, perking them up further on her heavy build. Her eyes are trained on me as I enter the room and near her.

"Good evening Ms. Roxanne, one of the staff informed me of your-

"Cut the games child, tell me what it is you're after."

Roxanne spits out, her words laced with spite. I don't know why she's angry, or what I could've possibly done to upset her, and stare at her in utter confusion and a little fright. I feel my heart thudding in attention, as my flight or fight system slowly gets ready.

"I'm sorry? I'm not sure what y-

"Don't even act like you're innocent. Tell me what you've done to Mrs. Nicole. I know you've got something on her and you're blackmailing her, aren't you? Spit it out now, and I won't pull out your scholarship."

The second she pulled my scholarship into this, my entire system is high on alert, heart pounding quickly and faintly and ready to jump in a moment's notice. Roxanne's round glasses are barely hiding her malice, and she makes no effort at hiding the hate in her eyes... or maybe it's not hate, but....

No. I don't have the luxury to think of anything else right now. I must deal with this situation. I need to know what she's talking about.

"Ms. Roxanna, please, I really don't know what you mean. Please explain to me what I've done, let me try clearing up this misunderstanding!"

Desperation leaks through my voice, shaking with the pumping adrenaline in my system. My brain runs through all my encounters with Roxanne, and yet nothing comes to mind that could've potentially upset her.

"Hmf, you're gonna fake innocence till the end? Fine. Let me unpack it for you.

"Your nightly 'checkups' with Mrs. Nicole? I know its all a ruse. I heard her pained moans, no checkup requires you to elicit pain from your patient. There's no way that's a regular checkup, I know she would've come to me instead of you. I've come to the conclusion that you're doing unspeakable things to Mrs. Nicole and forcing her to obey you against her will, I know you have dirt on her. Delete it right now, in front of me, and maybe we can discuss a pay to keep your dirty little mouth shut. How's that sound? A fair deal for lowly creature as disgusting as you, right?"

Too much information, too much to unpack here. My brain is confused and I don't even know where or how to start. She was so close yet so far away from the truth of the situation. And frankly, as incredibly sexy she sounds cursing me, I'm starting to get pissed. She completely misreads the situation, and dares to call me such derogatory names? No one except Lea has that privilege over me.

"Ms. Roxanne, you've got it completely wrong. I'm not sure what mental gymnastics you did to get to the conclusion you're at but I'm afraid you're horribly wrong." I feel small doses of anger slowly seep into me, my reactive heart immediately and thudding angrily and visibly rocking my chest, ready to take over her and make her understand.

"There's no use in trying to talk your way out of this-

"Roxanne. I have to ask you to stop talking. Give me a moment to explain myself." I surprise myself with how low my voice is going, almost scaring myself. Roxanne looks surprised at me cutting her off, and abruptly stops talking.

"Thank you. As for my relationship with Mrs. Nicole, I really do checkups on her, but my checkups mostly center her heart. I'm afraid I can't tell you about her concerns, but if you want I can certainly show you if that helps."

Roxanne stumbles over her speech. "Uuh yes. Yes. Do that. I will be the judge in this situation." She bites her lip and I see it tremble a bit, a slight blush coloring her stone cold expression.

My face now wears a scowl, as I bend over my bag and pull out my stethoscope.

"I will do to you exactly, and I mean EXACTLY what I do for Mrs. Nicole. Do not stop me or try and interrupt me in the middle. Let me complete, and then you can be the judge. You are free to take notes, if you so wish to take over my role and do these checkups on Mrs. Nicole yourself, but I highly advise against it (Mrs. Nicole's heart is mine). I must also warn you, my checkups might involve some level of physical activity and stimulation to push your heart. These activities are done to check your heart's full range, which you must comply with to learn the exact nature of my work."

Roxanne suddenly looks unsure, eyes furrowing slightly. I motion to her shirt, and she slowly unbuttons her white blouse, and her large breasts jump out, a lacy black lingerie hugging her form like second skin. Her nipples are so clearly visible under the black lace, and I imagine she gets a kick out of wearing something so 'risque' everyday with the chance of someone seeing the dark pigment on her skin if her shirt became wet. I breath in deep and try and ease out the distaste she left in me. I place one hand on my heart, requesting her to work with me and calm down. She vehemently refuses, still angrily slamming inside me.

I remember the one important life lesson that has always stuck with me in any situation : When the opportunity presents itself, grab it with all your might.

And so that's exactly what I did.

[demonheartsworld]

Hearts of the Stars: A Sci-Fi Romance Pt.4

As she meditated, Liora probed the edges of the Force, looking for the presence that she’d sensed earlier. It was so silent that she could hear the dripping of water in the tiny cave. Her breathing was calm and regulated while meditating, and her heart kept a steady and efficient rhythm, each beat pumping blood to her peripheral vessels.

The robe kept her relatively warm and comfortable, until suddenly her eyes flew open and she flinched, sensing the foreign presence in the cave. So, it really wasn’t just my imagination... Cautiously she weaved a defensive force shield around herself whilst she observed him walking up to her.

She spotted his figure in the dark, intrigued and yet slightly cautious. He was tall yet agile, and moved so silently. Just like an assassin. Liora was usually confident and sure of her own defensive capabilities but this unknown entity unnerved her. As he crept closer to her, her right hand which was hidden by the robe slowly moved to reach for her lightsaber.

Being in his presence, she felt the Force reaching out, as if it was shaking her violently to warn her of danger. He is not dressed as a typical Sith Lord, perhaps-. Perhaps he is just as curious as I am too. Before she knew it, he’d unsheathed a thin and elegant monster blade and Liora gasped, having less than a second to react by lifting her left hand to the shoulder. The stranger’s strike was forceful, as if he intended to kill her; but her metallic hand lessened the blow from it although it still pierced her skin and drew blood.

Liora recoiled, getting up in a split second and moving backwards in a crouched position. She eyed the blade, Oh lords, I’d guess that the knife was laced with poison. Blood began to ooze at her wound and the adrenaline caused her heart to pump faster. Her wound throbbed as the poison worked its way into her body, but Liora kept pressure on it with her left hand, hoping to staunch the blood loss and reduce the flow of poison.

Looking up at him, she kept her tone even as she said, “I and my brethren come in peace; we are Jedi and our ship was derailed by a storm. I sense that you are Force awakened, if so - Seek out my presence in the force and I will show you that we are not here with evil intentions.”

Riktor was swift with his jab, quickly sheathing the blade once it had fulfilled it's purpose as he watched the stranger's blood trickling down onto the cave floor. He carefully held out his plasma staff before igniting it and holding it cautiously towards her, not knowing how the outlander would fare with the injury he inflicted.

A woman jedi she seems to be and those lightsabers... I briefly remember seeing one long ago during my infancy, but I still must protect my people and our sacred land. His eye almost seemed to emanate a small blue glow from the artificial cornea as he set his x-ray scan to be able to visualize her organs and her current state. The poison in her blood stream seemed to have yet to reach her heart, watching as it pumped rather quickly as a result of her fight or flight response.

The monk carefully lowered his weapon before disengaging it's crackling plasma blade. He then picked up a small oval looking instrument from his robe before softly blowing a series of simple notes, the sound resonating through the caves before finally reaching the community of monks back at their main hideout. This little culmination of notes would soon summon the females ones, surrounding the stranger before carefully approaching her with a weak antidote and some gauze to be able to partially fight the poison that had now mixed in her bloodstream.

Riktor finally spoke from his everlasting silence before placing his ancient instrument away. "You're fortunate, that was a weak blow... I wish to speak more about your intent on our sacred land while they take care of you of course... You would be no good to me dead" Two of the female monks softly approached and helped her up before bringing her towards Riktor, who stood quite tall as he looked at her with very little expression "Tell me your name outlander..." The other veiled monks softly followed behind the other two, counting at least a dozen of them all veiled and robed in the same colors as he was.

[deanwinchesterswitch]

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Pamper Your Papa (smut): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV 𖤐 Papa IV x reader {COMPLETE}

Cardinal in the Snow 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

You, Your Mother, the Cardinal, and the Christmas Lights 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V, Chapter VI Chapter VII, Chapter VIII, Chapter IX, Chapter X / ? 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

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Tipsy reader flirting with Copia

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Colazione, Un Film, e Dormita 𖤐 Copia x reader

Aftercare headcanons (nsfw) 𖤐 All the Papas x reader

Praising Copia headcanons (nsfw) 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

Cardiophilia Blurb 𖤐 Copia x reader

Coming Out as Demi to Copia! 𖤐 Papa IV x reader

Copia being ticklish blurb (a bit spicy) 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

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Cardinal Copia

Valentine’s Day Papa

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[anamelessfool]

Hello, I am A Nameless Fool.

30+. She/Her. I'm writing a massive Ghost AU because I'm insane. (And other stuff)

They have no time to consider what the Void is. All they understand is that it is Hungry. And they are the only two previously human beings that can ensure the health of their charge. They are the single line of defense at the border of Void and Not Void.

Scenes from the Void ( Ghost Band Eldritch Horror AU) AO3 Series Link

Feel free to read them in any order you like. I'm adding fics of each Papa, with a variety of emotional tones and subjects. They all revolve around a larger overarching plot.

Current Major Fic Projects

WIP Oversee Us (Fallout 2024)

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x Outlaw Fem! Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, bondage (con/non-con), Mystery, horror, action, Canon-typical Gore, Your Boyfriend Is Turning Into a Zombie, more tags on AO3

You're not running away from your sins, you're running towards the truth. Your crime is catching up with you and the caps are racking up. Some cheery bounty hunter is hot on your trail and basically unstoppable. You're doing everything to survive in the topside Wasteland, even if it means going along with the monster.

WIP Violence & Gentleness

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry. (Title graphic by @ghuleh-recs )

Ghouls and Lore

Blackened Feathers OC | Horror, Lore

Resurrection Reader & Papa (Any) | Ritual Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

The Garden Nameless Ghouls, Terzo/Omega | SFW (strong language), Family Bonding, Dark Magic, Trippy, Adventure, Family Drama, Secret Relationship, Nonbinary Ghouls

Ongoing WIP Bestiary Nameless Ghouls (Canon and OC) | Ficlets 18+, Dark Magic, Alternate History, Weird Lore, Historical References, Other OC Papa Emeritus/Mater Emerita

Ongoing WIP Domestics Entire "Emeritus" Family and Church | Ficlets 16+, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff, Humor, Slice of Life

Terzo x Omega

The First and The Last Terzo/Omega | Dark Romance, Ritual Magic, Trippy Weirdness

Reciprocity Terzo/Omega | Artist Model, Photography, Tender Moments, Body Worship, Oral Fixation, Cardiophilia

Ribbons & Ties Terzo/Omega | Domestic Fluff, Established relationship, Weddings Bring Out Your Fear of Commitment

Copia x Cardinal Marian (OC)

Sweeter Red Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, demi Copia, Bittersweet

All the Stops (Sweeter Red Sequel) Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, Bittersweet

Tilted Copia/OC, Terzo/Omega | Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Repressed Memories, Secret Relationships, Long-term Relationship

Wanna Bewitch You Copia/OC, Terzo/OC, Nameless Ghouls, Emeritus Family| Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Long-term Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Formalwear

Valentine's Day 1985 Young Copia & Primo | Brotherly Affection, Domestic Fluff, Valentine's Day, Hurt/Comfort, My Art

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family

For One Creature's Sake Primo & Copia | Phobias, Family Drama,Young Cardinal Copia, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Hurt/Comfort, Terminal Illness

WIP Violence & Gentleness Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

Interlude: In Orbit Always Primo x OC Nameless Ghoul (Edelweiss Ghoul | FWB, One Bed Trope, Psychic Ties, Dreams, Somniphilia, First Time, Friends BUT MORE

Secondo & Family

Maestro Sister Imperator & Young Secondo, Young Terzo | Ritual Magic, Sibling Rivalry (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

WIP Crossroads Secondo & Terzo, Secondo & Family | Ritual Magic, Horror, Trippy Weirdness, Brother Angst, Father & Son, Family Drama

Extra (Outside of The Scenes from the Void AU)

Call Me Papa IV & Reader | SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Cardiophilia, Comfy Read, Papa IV Reassures You Everything Will Be Okay

One Shot Papa IV & Reader | Silly Fic, PG-13 Fun, Overly Dramatic, Concert Experience

Tights Papa IV x Gen Reader | Fishnets, Body Worship, Massage, Sensual Play, Foot Play, Foot Job, Light D/s, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

No Deal Papa Nihil x Fem! Reader | 1970s, Music References, Recreational Drug Use, Oral, Shotgunning, Nihil Being Father of the Decade, Surprise Ending

VIII Strength Papa IV x Gen Reader | Dom Sub Dynamic, Established Relationshop, Power Play, Body Worship, Bondage

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I love: Clive Barker, John Bellairs, Mervyn Peake, Shirley Jackson, Terry Prachett, David Lynch, David Cronenberg

Other Hobbies: Larping, Sewing, BJD, witchcraft, wandering around the woods

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[starlightiing]

Have you ever thought of writing pierresteban cardiophilia?

Oh, anon, that is all I think about.

The android AU is full of heart-related moments. Pierre is a super advanced android, he has a cool af little silicone beating heart that acts as his battery. Esteban is his like "mechanic" I guess? Tech guy? Maintenance man? LMAO whatever, and so he's gotta go in there and mess around with those moving parts sometimes.

The car crash fic literally has Esteban standing at Pierre's bedside like a fool checking his pulse after he watched him go into cardiac arrest right in front of him hours before.

The Jurassic World AU has many moments of very high intensity, being hunted by carnivores, pressed against each other in small enclosed spaces, feeling their hearts racing against one another,,,,

But hey I mean, if you're asking for something that is just pure cardiophilia I'll consider it! Just remember that I don't write smut or anything like that so it'll just be two boys appreciating each other's heartbeats LOL

[cor-obscenum]

(cw: mention of character death)

Lately, Copia has been thinking a lot about his own mortality.

He has already accepted the fact that his days are numbered. Before, thinking about this gave him a strong existential dread, but now he faces his dark fate with rationality.

But you, as his Prime Mover, can't help but suffer in anticipation for his eventual demise. The thought of losing your beloved Papa consumes you. The only moment you're completely calm is when you're in his arms, head resting on his chest, listening to the heart beating there. The steady beats reassure you of his living status, whispering "he's alive, he's alive, he's alive" into your ear.

He goes on his daily duties with apparent normality. He performs his rituals, all dressed up in his papal robes, his presence commanding attention and devotion, and for a moment he feels powerful. But deep inside, that existential dread of ceasing to exist, of not being, doesn't go away. His mind wanders for a moment and suddenly he feels his heartbeat in his chest, ticking like a time bomb in countdown. There it is, his humanity. His mortality.

You insist on accompanying him on the last rituals of the tour. He agrees, knowing that you want to be by his side on his last moments on earth. You see him looking imponent and regal in his chasuble and mitre, swinging the thurible as he sings. He looks immaculate and untouchable, almost otherworldly, like an image of a Catholic saint. How, you wonder, is that powerful and commanding Papa going to die like any other mere mortal? He might be the mighty Antipope, but he's still flesh and bone and a beating heart, like anyone else.

The ritual is over. He goes backstage, tired and sweating under his sparkly red jacket, to meet you longing for his touch. Wraps his arms around you, tenderly guiding your head to rest on his chest, your ear pressed against his heart.

You close your eyes.

He's alive. He's alive. He's alive.

[runscold-runsdeep]

Terzo's Gift

Terzo X Omega - Fluff

Warnings/disclaimers: Just diabetes-inducing soft cardiophilia

Word Count: 444

///Author's note

Happy holidays! I wanted to do something bigger, but if you follow my main, you'll know why that didn't happen, but I wanted to at least get something out, so here's this! It's short, but I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless.

🫀⸸⛧⸸🫀

The night was wrapped in a gentle quietude, accompanied only by Terzo and Omega's breathing, the soft murmurs of snow against the windowpane, and the steady, reassuring beat of Omega's heart pressed against Terzo's ear.

Omega had long surrendered to slumber, nestled in a peaceful reverie, but Terzo lingered in wakefulness. It wasn't that he wrestled with sleep; rather, he deliberately chose not to sleep. He opted to remain conscious, finding solace in the simple act of observing his beloved as he slept. Of all gifts and gestures of appreciation bestowed upon him that Christmas day, the most precious gift, in his opinion, was Omega and the boundless affection they shared—however cliché it might sound.

Terzo's tender gaze lingered upon the ghoul's exposed chest, his eyes tracing the rhythmic rise and fall of Omega's breathing. The ethereal cadence of Omega's heart pulsed steadily beneath the veil of his skin, an inviting reassurance to Terzo's searching eyes. With a sense of admiration, Terzo extended his hand, delicately resting it over the point where Omega's heartbeat throbbed against his palm. There, he felt the gentle, reassuring thumping that echoed Omega's life force.

His touch became a caress, a tender, affectionate gesture that spoke volumes of his adoration. Fingertips traversed the area, gliding lovingly over the rhythm, tenderly acknowledging the life that surged beneath the surface. Eventually, the delicate trail of his touch was replaced by the warmth of his lips, which sought out the very spot where Omega's heart beat its steady rhythm. With the softest of kisses, Terzo honored the essence of Omega's life, a silent yet profound testament to the depth of his love and connection with the ghoul.

In the serene silence of their sanctuary, Omega continued to lay in peaceful slumber, his rest undisturbed by the gentle ministrations of Terzo's tender affections. The room held an aura of tranquility as the two lay together, their heartbeats converging in a rhythm that seemed to echo the profound bond between them. Terzo, engrossed in the mesmerizing synchrony of their heartbeats, savored the moments when their pulses seemed to meld into one harmonious cadence, a symbol of their deep connection and unity.

After basking in this shared rhythm for several minutes, Terzo, recognizing the call of drowsiness and the serene intimacy of the moment, yielded to the inevitable embrace of sleep. He nestled himself closer to Omega, seeking solace and warmth in the presence of the demon he cherished as his complement, his confidant, and his other half. In the silent embrace of the night, their intertwined heartbeats continued to resonate, a silent serenade that echoed their profound connection even in the realm of dreams.

[fastlikealambo]

Bloodsinger: Vampire! Eddie Munson x Black Reader Drabble Part 1/5

Summary:

Out of every news source in the country, the one and only lead singer of Corroded Coffin and self proclaimed vampire Eddie Munson has decided to do a sit down interview with The Hawkins Post. Instead of your boss, you’re sent to a mansion on Halloween Night and you’re in no way prepared for what’s in store.

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore, blood k!nk ,  a tinsy bit of cardiophilia if you squint, 80s workplace sexism

Inspired by: The Vampire Chronicles, Lost Boys, Vampire Diaries, Twilight,  honestly every single vampire trope and cliche is in present and accounted for in this fic. 

minors dni, I check.

I couldn’t stop myself guys, this is so cheesy

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled in front of your boss.

“You better believe it cupcake, they’re sending a car in 15 minutes.” He grumbled right back, blowing smoke directly into your face.

“ Not only did you give my story away to Nelson, you’re sending me on the Munson piece without any preparation? This is supposed to be your story, the one to put Hawkins on the map, why am I doing this instead of you?”

“Because I gotta take my kid trick or treating and we figured sending a girl would open that freakshow up a bit. “

“You can’t possibly think he’s a real vampire? Vampires don’t exist, this is nothing but a gimmick to sell tickets.”

With a barking laugh, your boss shoves a notepad, a camera, and tape recorder into your arms.

“Well I guess you’ll just have to find out for us, won’t you? That band is the biggest thing in pop culture right now and that thing in the mansion is going to save what’s left of this newspaper.  I don’t care if he’s the easter bunny, you’re going to smile, unbutton a few of those buttons,  and get this story.  Do I make myself clear?”

Somewhere close, a car beeps.

“That’s your ride sweetheart, run along and make me proud.”

A man in a suit awaits you when you finally get outside, clearly annoyed.

“ Please get in, Mr. Munson is waiting for you.” The driver said in a monotone voice.

Before you can do so, the driver slips the camera off your shoulder, throwing it to the ground, looking far too pleased with himself to see the shocked look on your face.

“Mr. Munson has a strict no photography rule, I hope you understand.”

“ And I hope I’ll be reimbursed so this doesn’t come out of my paycheck.”

The drive is silent but short as you look over the questions your boss chose while the last bit of daylight fades away. Before you know it, you’re outside of a glorious mansion surrounded by iron gates and a crowd cheering and booing.

The driver opens your door and leads you through the crowd of people, one of which grabs your arms before you can step through the front gate.

“God be with you child, for the dead travel fast.” He whispered, slipping a cross necklace into your hands before the driver yanks you inside and into a sitting room.

“He’ll be but a minute, try not to touch anything.”

There was nothing for you to touch, standing in the completely dark room, arms wrapped around yourself to brace against the chill. 

A sudden gust of wind blows the door open and out of politeness you close it, the crowd having grown in the moments since you arrived.

Yeah, nope, I’m out of here.

“You didn’t sound this beautiful on the phone.” A voice drawls from behind you and you turn to find the room suddenly lit, candles on every surface, a roaring fire in the fireplace that you could have sworn wasn’t there before the door opened.

Straddling a chair in front of the fireplace, guitar in his lap is the one and only Eddie Munson. You’d seen him before on MTV and some concert footage here and there but nothing could prepare you for the truly handsome man in front of you.

“Well it wasn’t me on the phone, my colleague was unable to meet with you so they sent me instead. If you’d like to reschedule with him I can-

“I’d much rather do this with you, please, come closer.” He beckoned with ringed fingers, patting the chair across from him.

You clear your throat and straighten up, all business as you sit down and force yourself to meet his eyes.

“I’ll keep this short and simple Mr. Munson. I know you’re not a vampire so I’ll skip the vampire related questions and just focus on the promotion of your band’s new album, you get the publicity you want and I’ll get out of your hair in less than an hour. We’ll start with some softball questions-

In one fluid motion, he puts his guitar to the side and pulls your chair closer to his.

“And what makes you think I’m not a vampire, baby?”

“Because vampires aren’t real and I’m not your baby.”

You’re temporarily distracted as the crowd outside has grown louder, more people have joined the group, some even in halloween costumes. 

“Who are all these people outside, your fans?” You asked, gesturing to them but he only shrugged.

“Some are, some think they’ll catch a glimpse of the devil if they stick around long enough.”

“And do you think you’re The Devil Mr. Munson?”

“ You know you can just call me Eddie, right? Would it be easier for you to believe I was the devil and not a vampire?” He asked with a smirk.

“Neither exist. I thought I was the one asking the questions here?”

That makes him laugh, echoing throughout the home.

“I like you, for someone alone in a room with a vampire you’re not afraid. Most would be.”  The rocker leans forward in his seat with a mischievous smile at your exasperation.

“I’m not afraid because I’m not in the presence of a vampire. I don’t get it, your music stands on its own, gimmicks are beneath your band’s hard work. Why prop up your art on cheap ploys for attention?” You ask,a bit more sharply than you mean but he just stares at you in curiosity rather than anger.

“Have you always had a heart murmur?”

“Excuse me?”  That question brings your banter to a halt and you put your pen down.

“ Have you always had a heart murmur?” He repeats, cocking his head to one side.

“I was born with it.  You know, stealing medical records is a felony in all fifty states so I think it might be best if we pretend this interview never happened. I should go.”

Before you can stand, he takes your wrist in his hands,  lips hovering over your pulse point.

“I know that because I can hear it. Just like I can hear that pretty little bra of yours scraping against your skin, just like I know that I touch you in three very special spots, I can have you soaking wet all over my hardwood floors.”

“You are way out of line! I don’t know if this is some weird shit rich people do to pass the time, but I don’t want any part of it. I’m not something to laugh at and neither is my job. Good night Mr. Munson.” With that you rip your wrist out of his grasp, gathering up your things. You shouldn’t have come here.

“Wait-”

The sound of the window exploding behind you cuts off what you hope is an apology.  For a second the room seems to tilt and twist until Eddie’s face is right above yours, a large piece of concrete in one hand, you in the other.

You can hear the screaming dispersing crowd and sirens in the background but you’re a tiny bit distracted at the sight of a particularly large piece of glass lodged in your shoulder.

Oh this night just keeps getting better and better.

“ Do you trust me?” He asks, quickly lowering you to the ground, softly stroking your cheek.

“No.”

“Yeah, thought as much. Take a deep breath in, on the count of three. One, two-”  You open your mouth to remind him the first rule of having pointy objects lodged inside your body is not to remove them until help comes but you let out a pained cry as the glass is in his hand before he even gets to three.

There’s a sudden wetness soaking your shirt and Eddie’s hands, and everything starts to get a bit fuzzy but not fuzzy enough for you not to miss seeing Eddie’s eyes narrow and his canines elongate.

 As he licks your blood from his fingers, peaceful blackness finally creeps into your vision and the last thing your eyes focus on is not his face but the portrait hanging above his fireplace.

A portrait of a woman who looks a lot like you. 

[hypnoneghoul]

your all yours. only yours fic gives off major cardiophilia vibes and im all for it /pos

oh...OH

I never even considered it but this makes so much sense and I love it so much that's kinda hot

[demonheartsworld]

Hearts of the Stars: A Sci-Fi Romance Pt.3

As she stepped out of their ship, she glanced around and blinked as her pupils constricted to adjust to the brightness after being in the dark interior of the ship for hours. The dry, arid weather was only pierced by occasional gusts of wind now that the storm seemed to have temporarily subsided. Liora took a sip of water as she stood with the others, getting a first look at their surroundings.

 The landscape was rugged and mountainous, although there were no visible buildings. I’m guessing that whatever dwellings were built would need to be well-protected from the ferocious weather, perhaps this area is not as deserted as it seems. Liora was glad that she’d picked to wear her training outfit underneath a soft Jedi robe, allowing her to move quickly but silently.

 Holding a hand up to shade her eyes from the sun, she thought she’d sensed a flicker, a shimmering of the force. She couldn’t quite explain it, but she was highly attuned to detecting other Force awakened beings. Hmm, I sense a strong presence in the Force. Whoever it is, his or her power is great. The more important question would be - are they friend or foe?

 Bending down to tie the strings on her boots, she contemplated her next moves. Master Valin-* Nary a word was spoken but a glance from him told her that he’d heard her words in his mind. I can sense a presence in the Force. Allow me to scout the area, I promise to report back soon.

 At his nod, Liora closed her eyes and tried to locate the presence before setting off. It was not an easy path, but the Jedi traversed challenging terrain gracefully with her training. At first glance, her left hand appeared ordinary. Kenneth has truly outdone himself with this latest version.

 Its superhuman strength allowed her to pull herself up steep cliffs, which she was rather thankful for. Liora lost count of the hours she’d spent climbing, but paused all of a sudden as the presence disappeared from the Force. I’m sure that I’m already nearby.

 They must be concealing themselves...

  Liora closed her eyes and tried to sense the presence once more, wrapping herself in the invisible force and utilizing its energy to emit her benign intentions. I mean you no harm. Still, the being did not reveal themselves and Liora decided to shelter for the night concealed in a tiny cave that she had stumbled upon. Was I mistaken in sensing a presence here? Perhaps it is distrustful of my intentions. It’s too late to turn back at this hour, I can only set up my defenses and hope to survive till the morning.

Rolling a huge boulder to cover the entrance to tiny cave, she silently slung her backpack off and took out a rough sewn blanket, laying it on the ground. Liora lay there in silent meditation, exploring the Force once more. Her augmented hand provided a source of heat, and the dark did not bother her.

 Riktor wanted to be as stealthy as possible, sensing a rather strong force as he carefully identified them through the thermal vision of his mechanical eye. "Both of these beings have strong force auras... This will certainly prove to be interesting... I shall strike at nightfall when most vulnerable" His eye could pick up an anomaly coming from her arm as the temperature readings were uneven A robotic prosthetic? 

It could only explain why the readings are not the same as the rest of her body Riktor made sure the outlander wouldn't leave his sight, suddenly hearing her force energy travelling to him. Without giving it a response in return he continued to follow her at a greater distance behind while tracking her movements via the thermal scan of his mechanical eye.

Riktor knew the territory by heart and travelled across the mountains with ease after countless hours of grueling training without breaking a sweat, his regulated breathing and slow heart rate making him even harder to detect by other foreign species. Watching as the foreigner would soon take shelter in one of their caves, he would stay behind and wait before finding his way into the cave that would interconnect with the others.

 He would make his way swiftly through the caves without making a sound before finding himself just a few feet away from the outlander, instead of reaching for his plasma staff he would prove himself in honour of the elder's passing with a Crysknife a blade made by the tooth of a dead sandworm.  It was a curved and double-edged like a kindjal, 20 centimeters long, milky white in color and iridescent, and had a black handle with deep finger ridges separated from the blade by a slim round ring instead of a shearing-guard.

 The crysknife was sacred, and they maintained much tradition around it. If it was drawn, it could not be resheathed until it had drawn blood. Moreover, the blade was not allowed to be seen by those considered to be outsiders; otherwise they would have to die by it, or be "cleansed" in an elaborate ritual. 

With a quiet breath he slowly pulled the Crysknife from it's sheath before stealthily coming towards her from behind with the knife held up steadily in the air before positioning his strike at her shoulder. Knowingly that the blow wouldn't kill her but the poison from the tip of the blade surely would...

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Hello lovelies! And welcome to the reading list for March 2023. I hope this month has been kind to you. And if it hasn't, I hope you'll still be kind to yourself. Kick off those shoes, put do not disturb on your door or your phone or what have you and take a dive into any one of these fics. You're here and you made it.

Thank you, all you talented writers for providing us with an escape. It's so needed and appreciated. You're awesome. 😘

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Marvel

Hold On by @princessmisery666 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Bucky is tired of you being a brat. Warnings: smut, angry Bucky, preludes to roughness, could be perceived as non-con I guess.

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes Bucky Barnes x Reader Just some fluff about Bucky slowly realising why he feels so happy lately.

Best Girl by @there-must-be-a-lock Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: I’ll fuck you until you fall asleep… maybe after that too Warnings: 18+. Steve is equal parts sweet and nasty. Lil bit of degradation, lil bit of possessive dirty talk.

Star Wars

"That's terribly distracting" by @softlyspector Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader Request: “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” with Din except instead of shirt sleeves he’s removing pieces of his armor? Warnings: very lightly nsfw-ish toward the end

Significant by @softlyspector Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader Din has been calling you riduur for months. You finally find out what it means, and get a little more than you bargained for. Warnings: pining, absolute FOOLS in love, bit of grumpy x sunshine, lil angsty, possibly incorrect lore, fluff, lots of Mando'a (translations for the Mando'a at the end)

Supernatural

Not Your Friend by @smol-and-grumpy Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt: “Friends? I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste.”Warnings: Public stuff, dirty talk, praise kink

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself by @carryonmywaywardcaptain Dean Winchester x Female Reader While attending a black-tie event, Dean has trouble keeping his hands (and thoughts) to himself. Warnings: teeny bit of dirty talk and touching, implied future smut

Huh, Not That Complicated After All by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Dean figures out show to make shower sex not so complicated. Warnings: Explicit 18+. Smut - this is just all smut. No plot. Shower sex, brief semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation, edging, showerhead as vibrator, mentions of oral sex (f receiving).

Livin' a Lie by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Female Reader Dean thinks he’s doing the right thing, believes it’s for the best. Still, he struggles to let go, even when he overhears that you’ve moved on with someone new. Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Mentions of smut; Canon divergence.

People Will Notice by @princessmisery666 Sam Winchester x Reader You interrupt Sam while he’s in a compromising position and he thinks you should finish him off. Warnings: smut, language, slight public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), soulless!Sam.

A Hunter's Heart by @deanwinchesterswitch Choose your Winchester Kink: Cardiophilia Warnings: Mild smut, NSFW-18+ only

Top Gun: Maverick

No One's In The Room series by @princessmisery666 fwb - Ryleigh x Fanboy, eventual Ryleigh x Hangman, platonic Rooster x Ryleigh Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room. Warnings: enemies to lovers, slow burn, cheating mentioned, bad family relationships, friends with benefits, fluff, angst, asshole!Jake.

Other Characters

First Class by @lokislastlove Ransom Drysdale x Reader Prompt: I could just pull your panties to the side, no one will notice Warnings: Public Sex, fingering, implied kidnapping/hostage.

Soiled by @navybrat817 Motocross!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Curtis can't stand you. At least, that's what he tells himself. Warnings: Very mild eventual enemies to lovers, quick judgement, light banter, Curtis doesn't want to admit he wants you. Motocross!Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?)

RPF

Dominion by @deanwinchesterswitch Jensen Ackles x Reader

[blusherbaker]

I'm going to be frank about this; there has been only one (1) fic I've found that has had the perfect combination:

Rook Hunt + heartbeat kink/cardiophilia