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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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🔞 NSFW 18+ not too heavy on actual smut, maybe one paragraph - but very suggestive.

~ cardinal copia x f reader, age gap, workplace, solo masturbation.

Thinking about teasing an already shy and nervous Cardinal Copia.

Whilst being his personal office assistant in the Ministry, you’ve been lucky enough to get to spend a lot of time with this slightly strange, but kind, sweet and ever so handsome man.

You’ve noticed those little glances he’s been giving you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. The way his cheeks flush and his body gets all tense when you enter the room, the way you catch his eyes dropping down to your lips when you talk to him, how he always remembers to bring an extra cupcake for you from the cafeteria at lunch time, cause he knows how you love sweet treats. That one time you simply bent over to pick up some books and you swore you heard a groan leaving his lips, and him then quickly excusing himself for 15 minutes…

So of course, you make it your mission to torture this poor, sweet man that you also hold a little crush of your own. You give him small compliments just to see him blush, innocent little hints… “oh cardinal, that black velvet suit looks so good on you” you make sure to say in your sweet voice with a smile like honey just to see him melt so easily. Your delicate hand resting on his shoulder sometimes when you read over his papers. How you so easily turn him into a stuttering, flushed mess.

You purposely wearing your tiny little skirts that cling to your curved ass and show off your plump thighs, all with the intention of giving him something to think about when you like to imagine he’s palming at his own aching cock to the mere thought of you.

Later that evening, Copia gets comfortable back at his quarters, him laying back against his pillows, one hand making quick work of unbuttoning his black clerical shirt while the other is clumsily unzipping his dress pants, all while quietly cursing himself for being a filthy, old pervert. Him pulling his thick, aching cock out from the tight confines of his pants, squeezing gently at the base before he spits into his palm and starts lazily pumping himself. Him thinking about the way your thighs part slightly as you take a seat opposite him, thinking about the way your skirt rides up sometimes and he catches a glimpse of your ever so tempting red lace panties, wondering if there’s a chance he would be lucky enough to ever get to taste what hides behind them - he desperately fucks himself with his fist to your image, wishing it were your hand instead bringing him to his climax - before long he’s spilling his searing hot come all over his own lower belly and chest as your name falls breathlessly from his lips and he lays there panting, his soft, freckled skin painted beautifully with his own release and him thinking about how he’s going to survive another day in that office with you, his pretty little temptress.

But how can he possibly resist you when you look up at him with those big, beautiful eyes? the way you twirl your hair when you talk to him, the way you shuffle your chair closer to his when you work together and how he can practically smell your own desire between those thick, exposed thighs, those short skirts doing nothing to hide your arousal — him wondering if there’s a chance you’re thinking about him, or some other lucky soul, but so desperately hoping it’s him you’re dripping for.

Torturing this poor, handsome man is just so much fun 🤭 perhaps you’ll forget to wear any panties tomorrow, maybe you’ll even sit in his lap to see him really fall apart.

Taglist: @hangnailme93 @bitemefightme @mistmessenger @unholyguleh @holdnarrytight @holifer @littleghuleh @theantichristcopia @hazzyking @monkeysinger24 @jessicafangirl @anomalousghost @cloudghoul32 @copingcopia ♡

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dash needs some love so reblog this and tell me what prev reminds you of :3

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𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬

☞ content: 1.2k words, secondo x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, non-explicit handjob, to be safe this is still 18+

He finds himself reaching for you.

It’s a subconscious thing, always, until he catches himself and pulls away. Secondo is handling retirement as well as he can, he thinks. A few years in now he’s dedicated time to his hobbies, to travelling, the occasional private night club visit, his daily reading, trying out new recipes.

Fucking. Yes, that as well. When he feels like it.

It could be his age that makes him spend more and more nights alone. He’s trying not to think about his body too much but it is true that he craves it less. The offers are rarer, too. He is not Papa anymore, the myth busted, and he’s become more and more reclusive, never invites anyone back.

More likely, it is the dread that every shared night leaves him with that makes him abstain. He’s acutely aware that no touch has meaning, that every compliment is a transaction, that he fucks just to fuck. The ache of loneliness is not as easy to ignore with less alcohol, a less busy schedule, less opportunity to keep the adrenaline high and the mind far away from the ultimate crash of reality.

He has too much time to think about it now.

But it is not like that with you.

What kind of relationship you have, really, is something he can’t think on too much or he has to admit that he does not understand. When he’s home you stop by to bring him his weekly groceries, no doubt an order of his brother, and he finds himself dragging out conversations he never knew he started. He’s invited you multiple times to dine with him, to show you how to use the fresh produce you're so curious about. He goes to smoke in the gardens and you’ll sit down with him, making a face when he exhales the cigar smoke but never sitting so far away as to avoid it.

Sometimes he thinks he’s hallucinating you.

Perhaps that is why he reaches out. It’s certainly not because your touch is the only thing that makes him feel anything.

He has not let anyone into his bed in weeks.

“You are strange company tonight,” you say.

“How so?”

He’s drying the dishes. You just inhaled two servings of his spaghetti al pomodoro and he’s watching you, half-draped over his couch, cheek smushed against the cushion. Just earlier he felt your hand under his as he showed you how to cut the basil. He’s still reeling from it.

“Don’t think you’ve said a word to me,” you explain, tugging at a loose thread on your shirt.

“I have.” He sets down the clean plate. “Per favore, do not pull at it.”

Your hand retreats and he watches every finger uncurl. “Would you have me leave?”

“No.”

He’s done with the plates and joins you in the living area. As usual, he chooses a vinyl that fits his mood. Today, it's Blues.

“Oh,” you whisper when he sits with you. “So it’s that kind of night?”

Secondo ignores you and closes his eyes. The music makes him feel, it has always been like that, a catalyst for his emotions. He forgets himself until he feels your hand reaching for his, kneading the tension from it.

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze, heavy with… something.

“I can stop,” you whisper.

He does not make you. Instead, you take his palm between both of yours and he thinks he might cry. It feels too good, forbidden, almost, to be touched so tenderly. You massage him and he wonders briefly what exactly the order entails, if this is just a ploy, his brother sending him someone so sweet that he has to stop brooding. That you're only doing this because you get paid.

"You want to be here, yes?" Even uttering the question hurts. "My brother sent you."

Your brow furrows in a way that tells him all he has to know. No ploy. In fact, you look almost insulted. "He did, the first time, but not since. Are you implying–"

"No," he says too soon. "I apologize."

Your hands have moved to his wrist. He can feel your fingertips against his pulse and shivers. "You are a strange man, Secondo."

"I know."

That draws a smile from you. When you move on to his other hand you scoot a little closer. "I noticed how tense you are," you say, thumbs pressing into the ball of his hand. "Whenever you touch me you flinch back, as if you didn't mean to."

"I don't wish to make you uncomfortable."

"You don't. I like it when you touch me." A beat of silence, then you look into his eyes. "I like you, believe it or not."

"I don't," he says, then, "Come here."

You follow his invitation but not like he expected. He realizes, then, what instinct made him do. Invite you into his lap, kiss you, undress you, a quick fuck, a night like so many others before, and then you're gone. But no, you nestle into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, nothing more. He feels your warmth through his shirt and thinks he might die.

"Why are you sad?" you ask, then. Your breath tickles his neck.

"I'm not."

"Then why Blues?"

He finds himself stroking along your back, his fingers dancing over the fabric of the shirt you almost ruined. "Melancholy and sadness aren't quite the same thing."

"You are often melancholy," you whisper, your nose brushing along his throat. "I wish I could take it away."

"You do," he admits, sighs, traps your hand under his where it rests on his chest. It feels small underneath his large palm, like he could crush it if he didn't pay attention.

You squirm too much, he thinks, or he is not used to this clumsy kind of closeness. Your hand wanders from his, crawling along his belly like the careful exploration of an ant, and he realizes that you want him. For the first time in weeks he feels himself stir and doesn't quite know why. He does not want to fuck you.

No, that is not true. He does. But he's scared of what follows.

“Let me take care of you,” you whisper. "I promise I won't run like the others."

How do you know? he wants to ask. But he can't. Your hand wraps around him and he does not have it in him to take over, to seize control. He does not have to fill this role, he realises, not with you, not tonight. And instead of the weight of expectation he feels a surprising peace. You would not ask anything of him. You want this.

"Let me–" he tries, out of relfex.

"No," you interrupt and your lips find the corner of his mouth. "Let me. Yes?"

"Yes."

He closes his eyes against the tears that well up, allows himself the illusion of it all, that he can be fragile for just a moment. He never realized how he had been starving himself, how he had been aching for someone like you.

When he comes it feels like he is inhaling the air of a bright summer morning, crisp and full of promise. You clean your hand and the kiss that follows is chaste, tethers him back to you before the dread can set in. You're not going anywhere, it says, and you don't. Your body fits against his, not squirming this time, and the record keeps spinning a song he does not quite feel anymore.

The dread never comes.

He finds himself reaching for you.

This time, he does not pull away.

this was written for an ask from @razzle-dazzle97 – i hope this was okay <3

short fic collection ⛧ masterlist

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* = 18+. 2025 Lists. 2024 Lists

The Pitt

Pet Names - Michael Robinavitch - @robbyology

The Way You Return - Jack Abbot - @bryantmoretta

Heart In Your Throat - Jack Abbot - @abbotsanatomy

Kids Playtime - Jack Abbot, Michael Robinavitch + Girl Dad!Moodboard - Jack Abbot - @science-hoes

The DogFather - Jack Abbot - @tway5314

Third Time Is A Charm Masterlist - Jack Abbot - @trulybetty

* Michael Robinavitch + Dog Tags - Michael Robinavitch + When Was The Last Time Someone Fucked You? - Jack Abbot - @m-robinavitch

* Veteran, Doctor, Wedding Date + * Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Jack Abbot - @duskbornraven

* Michael Robinavitch - @art-by-jas

* Baby Fever - Jack Abbot - @yourlipstogodsears

* Hungry - Frank Langdon - @therobbycuepitt

* You Knocked, I Let You In - Jack Abbot - @abbotjack

* Hair - Jack Abbot - @ovaryacted

* Don’t Worry, Baby - Jack Abbot - @erwinsvow

* Anklet - Michael Robinavitch - @espressheauxs

Michael Robinavitch - @erwinsvow

Marvel

* Frank Castle - @agirlcandream84 (Jon Bernthal Characters)

* Sexting - Frank Castle - @halfway-happyyy

Golden Hour - Bucky Barnes - @cheekybarnes (Sebastian Stan Characters)

Reasons - Bucky Barnes - @castielscaplan

* Giddy Affairs - Congressman!Bucky - @mercurial-chuckles

Other

Cuddle Bug - James Wilson - @motionlesshouse

Far Too Long - Rick Grimes - @etclouie (The Walking Dead)

* A Bit Of Relief + Quiet Moments - Jax Teller - @bellaxgiornata (Sons of Anarchy)

Baths+ * And You Shall Not Need to Fear Me - Andrew Cody - @erwinsvow (Shawn Hatosy Characters)

The Map That Leads To You + Frappuccino (Shawnstown) - Andrew Cody - @bullet-prooflove

Help Me Disappear - Andrew Cody - @somanyideassolittletime

* Hum Hallelujah - Andrew Cody - @yourlipstogodsears

Hurt - Andrew Cody - @witchbitchlovesdilfs

* Let Me Have You Like This - Andrew Cody - @m-robinavitch

Relationship Status - Andrew Cody - @thatcorporategirlie

* They Can’t Fuck You Like I Can - Charlie Reid - @pope-codys

* Charlie Reid - @superhoeva

Secondo - @avocado-writing (Ghost)

* (Un-) Kept Promises - Copia - @writingjourney

* Consummated Bliss - Copia - @copia-indulgence

Enjoy

I have no internet at home so I put this one together at work 👍

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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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If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally

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Really enjoying your Ghost stuff recently! I know NOTHING about them (they are a band yes?) so I'm totally a blank slate and start from zero. Your work isn't a bad place to start :D

Love your writing!

aww thank you! I literally checked out the ghost fandom's fic before I properly listened to a single song of theirs LMAO. I'm so glad you like it!! Yes they are a band, I'd go and listen to some of their stuff, they have a lot of silly/complicated lore and it's a lot of fun here tbh!

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Heya there!

Been rereading your old works with Roland Blum and Aziraphale and, .. Boldwood's character can be real nice demon Aziraphale and threesome with him and Angel sound really hot to me🥵

P.S. I know it's been a while since those fics lmao but just wanted to share my thoughts

damn anon, michael sheen sandwich huh... ur cooking here... as it were....

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AVOOO AVOIOO HE GOT US RATS!!! Omgggghfbdjdh

HE DID! BECAUSE HE LOVES US!!! SILLY CUTE MAN

---the face of a man about to give reader the most mindblowing orgasm of their life

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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rotten little miracle chapter 17 is up!

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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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aww thank you! this is so cute! Never thought of reaper like that before, but the way you described it was so cute! let the age of Reapercado begin >:)

could i get a matchup please? :3 either from bg3 or OW2! I'm nb and queer, so I'm happy to date anyone! personality wise I'd say I'm very silly and always try to make the people around me laugh, but I'm also very loyal and care about the people I love. I'm into poetry, writing, and video games - esp farming sims LMAO. I also sing all the time when the radio is on, it just happens. I hope that is enough! Thank you so much!

Hi hi, Avo!! I am honored to do a Matchup for an esteemed Writer such as yourself!!!

In Any Case- Here we go!!

Without further ado-

I match you with...

💀🥀Reaper! 🥀💀

Kind of a huge hear me out but- I see your Ghost content- You cannot Escape my Judgement/silly. And you can't escape Gabe's either-

Really thinking Sunshiney goofball/Dark brooding killer. Because I do imagine you are one of the few people able to make him laugh (in private of course)

I see Reaper desperately trying to keep you out of his work with Talon. You weren't supposed to even see him. But you have, somehow. Now you can't unsee him.

For a long while he would shadow you if you were out and about. If someone ever gave you trouble, there would be consequences. Yet he never approaches. Doesn't trust himself to.

Once he does, its strangely awkward. Anything he says is short and vague. He seems content to let you speak, instead- Almost basks in your presence and hangs on every word. All he does is stare from behind his mask. His visits do not start as being very long, either. Always claiming he has work to do. Only a partial truth.

Gabe hasn't allowed himself to love in a long time, so bonding with you begins to help heal a cold, broken part of him. It's not easy for either of you, but he begins to consider making an effort to be better. Key word being consider- (/j)

Akin to a wild cat, he brings you gifts once he gets closer to you! If you ever mention wanting something, he will leave it where he knows you'll find it. Reaper never addresses it though. If brought up he will deny it. And also like a wild cat, he will come to you when he is wounded or in pain (as he so often is)… But the mask stays on. For a while at least.

In summary, Reaper finds a safe place to simply be- and that safe place is you! Now you have Scary Lover Priviledge! /silly

I hope this feel right and that you like it!! Thank you again for the ask!! <3

okay goodbye-

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"hey avo how you holding up"

"oh yeah fine"