𝕽𝖚𝖇𝖞 𝕲𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒

23 | they/them | mdni | fellow ghestie

[strigas-sorrow]

🦇 𝕽𝖚𝖇𝖞 𝕲𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 🦇

⛧ 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ⛧

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖚𝖙𝖞:

✞ 𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖓 '𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙' 𝕽𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖞:

bluecollar!Simon headcanon

olderboyfriend!Simon x uni!reader

✞ 𝕶𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖌:

perverted!König headcanon smut mdni

More coming soon...

[flawia04]

Previous | Masterpost | Next

the prologue has ended! yay! :D

the first chapter will be posted in january.

also, the events of the prologue don't take place before the first chapter. just saying

till next time

[strigas-sorrow]

AYOOOO THATS MY SISTER YALL SHES SO GOOD AT THIS SHIT I SWEAR

[flawia04]

well, this took longer than I thought.

to be honest, I'm still having trouble finding my comic style (this is my first). anyway, glad we're getting somewhere

First | Next (coming soon)

perhaps next part will look a bit different since I'm planning on using a different graphic program

[flawia04]

well, this took longer than I thought.

to be honest, I'm still having trouble finding my comic style (this is my first). anyway, glad we're getting somewhere

First | Next (coming soon)

perhaps next part will look a bit different since I'm planning on using a different graphic program

[strigas-sorrow]

This one is based on lingen's idea and her art!! Please check her Twitter account @lingenmustdie , it's gorjus ✨️ Also, I decided to make a full ass series out of this, each part will focus on one specific kink/other sexual activity, this is just an intro

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖔...? 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙

𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐰: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 & 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

The way in which you adored your Papa was one unspeakable in the tongues of men and of angels – perhaps one of the devils could be more appropriate.

You loved Terzo with all your heart, always standing by his side, always ready to go through fire and water for him. You also knew very well that he would do the same for you – you were the centre of his entire world, his very soulmate sent by Lucifer Himself that he wanted to cherish and adore always. The both of you found happiness in each other's arms, in every sweet, tender kiss and gentle caress. You had a special place in his sinful heart, and there wasn't a day without your Papa showing how much he appreciated that, usually by pampering you with his affectionate words and touch.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you need something different from him. Your job can be exhausting, full of challenges and obligations, endless little tasks that often keep you awake at night. There are days when the weight of being responsible for so many things feels too heavy on your shoulders. Sometimes, all you want is a break from everything, from making all those important decisions, from thinking itself. You need to get rid of so many anxious thoughts and difficult emotions, but you can't do it alone.

Terzo, on the other hand, yearns for having full control over something, anything. One could wonder how such a craving found its place in his heart – is he not the head of a Satanic Church? But Terzo, no – Papa Emeritus the Third – has always felt Sister Imperator's watchful gaze over his shoulder, could hear the whispers shared between those from higher clergy. Always being in the spotlight and yet lacking the ability to stand in front of all those who doubted him and prove them wrong – that is his worst nightmare. Oh, and how this feeling of being the one fully in charge sooths his troubled heart...

Throughout one evening flooded by lots of treacherous red wine, when you both openly admitted to each other's particular needs and desires, you decided to make a deal. You think it very well could've been a pact with the devil himself – and that wouldn't be far from the truth. After all, you sold your soul to him, letting Terzo take control over your body and your mind, bend you to his will completely. How could you resist when this man gave you the most intense pleasure, the sweetest pain and so needed release from every burden that troubled your pretty little head?

This night was one of those when you both needed to decompress in your own special way. Your shared bedroom was a place where you could hold each other in a warm embrace, place soft kisses on bare skin, and slowly fall into a peaceful sleep. You could just as well succumb to an unholy pleasure, feel the sweet pain caused by teeth, leather gloves and sharp nails, and sing a filthy psalm together.

Right now, you were down on your knees at his feet, your rightful place, fully naked as the day you were born, and with your arms tied behind your back. You could feel every shiver of anticipation going through your body. Terzo was sitting on his office chair, his coat thrown somewhere in the corner, but otherwise, he was still fully dressed. How you loved when he kept his clothes on, a clear sign of the power dynamic between you two, a reminder of your possition. Pretty little plaything, belonging to its Master.

It was impossible not to focus at Terzo's leather gloves as their creaking sound as he put them on.

"You know that I respect you, right, tesoro...?"

He put his gloved hand on the top of your head to caress your hair with his gentle touch. Soon, his palm went a bit lower, now his thumb grazing your cheek as if touching the most delicate thing in this world. You knew it was genuine affection, you could never doubt his love and adoration towards you, his precious darling.

He placed his thumb on your lower lip, making you want to feel the buttery leather of his gloves on your tongue. As you opened your mouth, Terzo put his finger inside, giving you a chance to taste your favourite flavour.

"Because for the next few hours it might seem like I don't"

The moan that you gave as a response to those words was borderline shameless. You tried to stop the tremble of your body, knowing very well your Master wants you to be patient, to obediently wait for his sinful touch. Terzo, however, loved the sight of you, shivering with anticipation, even more.

"Would you like that, my little plaything?"

You nodded slightly, just enough to show him your eagerness, but still careful not to break any commandments. Those were very specific and clear, as well as the consequences of breaking them, so you always tried your best to abide by them.

"Good. Show me how much you want it"

With that, Terzo grabbed you by your hair and yanked on it harshly to press your face right into his growing erection. He gave you an amused chuckle as you yelped with surprise by his sudden action and the force he put in that. It was easy to forget what strength he possessed in those arms.

The moment of shock lasted shortly and was quickly replaced by pure desperation that possessed your body. You looked up at Terzo and moaned filthly as your lips and tongue played with his clothed hard cock, as if trying to get the slighted taste through the fabric of his pants. You wished to please him, to show him how much you needed him, needed his taste and his blessing.

"Please, Master..." you whined, a bit surprised by the pathetic tone of your own voice. "Please, use me as you wish, I want to make you feel good, I will make you feel so, so good, I promise"

Terzo tugged on your hair again to make you look up again. You could see those little sparks of lust in his eyes, the ones that excited you the most.

"Pretty little slut, begging so sweetly... You really want to please me? Then prove how devoted you actually are"

[strigas-sorrow]

It's time for some Perpy cuddling!! Dedicated to my beloved @thecathaersis , I always got you girl

𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 – 𝖈𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐰: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

"There you go, angel. Don't worry about anything, alright? You deserve some rest"

Perpetua knew how terrible this past week has been for you. Your work was more stressful than usual, your responsibilities slowly turning more and more exhausting. There were some unexpected problems needing your undivided attention too, making you spend so much time figuring them out, even after your usual working hours. It messed up your sleeping schedule and kept you on pins and needles.

So when you came back from work, yet again looking so tired and worned out, your lover knew exactly what would make you feel better. He himself looked very comfy, without his papal paints and signature mask, dressed up in an old band t-shirt and black sweats. Perpetua intended to make this evening as relaxing as possible.

"Oh, angel..." he pressed a kiss to your trembling fingers. "Let's take care of you, shall we?"

He quickly drew you a bath, warm and steamy, with those expensive salts and scented oils that you loved so much. You chuckled as Perpetua began to slowly undress you in the middle of the bathroom, his slender fingers tickling you slightly. There was nothing dirty and sexual about it. He took each garment off of you like he was handling his precious, perfect porcelain doll.

"You know I can do it myself, right?" you asked with a tired smile on your lips.

"I know." He placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, soft and sweet. "But I want you to relax, hm? Let Papa do all the work."

And really, what kind of relief it was when you soaked your body in that hot, scented bath. He poured a generous amount of shampoo on your hair just to massage it into your scalp, and you just couldn't help yourself but moan to that feeling. It was so pleasant, feeling his claws gently scratch your head. The way he then ran a washcloth over your body was so tender and caring you practically melted under his touch.

"You're spoiling me, you know?" You mumbled as your lover kissed the wet skin just under your jaw.

"Nonsense, you did all of that for me too, remember? After that one shitty show..." He practically shivered at the memory of a particularly fucked-up performance during his last tour. "I'm just giving you the same amount of love that you gave me. And I hate seeing you so exhausted, sweetheart. We can't have that, can we?"

You took his helping hand to get out of the slippery bathtub, a warm, fluffy towel already waiting in his other hand. It felt so nice and soft on your wet skin, tender from the heat of the water. A surprised squeak left your lips as Perpetua lifted you in his arms, his hands placed under your thighs, so you had no other choice but to wrap your legs around his hips.

"Come on, let's go to bed"

You put your arms around his neck, refusing to let go even after he laid you down on your shared bed. He only laughed at that, pleased with the way you clung to him.

"Don't go anywhere..." Your lips, pressed to his neck, muffled your words, making them barely audible.

"Aww, my poor angel," he cooed. "Did you miss me so bad today that you don't want to let me go?"

"Yes..." Normally, you loved the thrill of a clever, playful flirt as a response to his teasing, but tonight you simply had no energy for that. Besides, you wanted to show him how much you appreciated all of his effort to make you feel better. "I did miss you, you know. Couldn't stop thinking about spending a nice, slow evening with you and cuddling up to sleep"

Perpetua looked up at you with something so soft in his mismatched eyes that it almost took your breath away – and indeed, it was taken away from you by the slow, tender kiss he placed on your lips. Oh, how he kissed you... Just like you were the exact centre of his whole world, his sun and stars.

"How could I not grant your wish then?"

You sighed with such relief as if the burdens of the whole world have been lifted off your shoulders – that's how Perpetua always makes you feel when he took you in his warm, soft embrace. That's your safest place, where it's impossible to resist letting all of the bad thoughts go. His long arms held you close, sharp claws slowly tracing patterns on your back, as always careful not to scratch you too deep.

He could smell that sweet scent of your skin, it was almost intoxicating. Perpetua absolutely loved seeing you like this, finally so comfortable right beside him. He took pride in it, knowing how much you trusted him and his ability to keep you safe and sound.

"Would you like something to eat? I can get one of my ghouls to fetch us whatever you want"

"No, thank you," you yawned softly. "I already had something at work. Besides, I just want to go to sleep like that..."

Your hand moved up to his face to touch his cheek – his bare skin felt softer underneath your fingertips without that crusty black facepaint. You adored those little moments of intimacy, being so close to each other like no one else ever will.

"Alright, angel. Go to sleep then, I've got you..." he sighed with content, mesmerised with the way your presence always helped him relax, too.

Soon, you both drifted to peaceful slumber, grateful to Satan himself that you could just be there together, knowing very well that the first thing in the morning awaiting you is a sweet kiss of your shared, undoubtful love to each other.

[zombiequeens]

Hello hi. Would it fancy you to write some public/semi-public sex with V 👉👈 thankee

Exhibitionist V my beloved...♡

"Do you think this is the place?" You turn to Perpetua as you run your fingers along the roughened ashen surface of the old church's stonework. He and his crew are searching for a location to film a music video, and he had asked you if he could borrow your eye.

"I like the interior. The stained glass would make a perfect backdrop." He strokes his chin with a gloved hand, the glow of the afternoon sun peeking through his dark curls from behind and tinting them a deep chestnut brown.

You nod in silent agreement, admiring his beauty as he leans against a large tombstone. He's adorned in a black ruffled shirt, low-rise black velvet jeans and his signature pointed loafers; all in stark contrast to his porcelain skin.

Perpetua raises an eyebrow at you, presumably noticing how your eyes have glazed over. "Sweetheart?"

You blink at him, your flushed cheeks betraying your thoughts. "I'm sorry, I was thinking how beautiful you look in the sunlight."

Perpetua brushes the remnants of cobweb and dust from his leather glove as he slowly walks towards you, his presence intimidating as he studies you with his mismatched eyes.

"Is that all you were thinking?" He whispers, bringing a hand up to your face to lift your chin as you squirm in the intensity of his gaze.

"No." You murmur, the flush in your cheeks spreading beneath your skin like a forest fire.

"In a place like this?" Perpetua tuts, a wicked smile wreathing his perfect lips. "Dirty girl."

"I wasn't thinking right now..." You giggle before standing on the tips of your toes to whisper in his ear. "I was thinking about how I can't wait to crawl on top of you and ride you tonight."

Perpetua sucks on his teeth as your words prickle on his skin.

"I think a place like this is perfect, actually." He growls, his hands sliding down your hips and around to your backside to lift you up and back you against the rough stone wall as he pins you to it with his hips.

"V..." You lower your voice, looking around for any sign of the crew. "I can hear people just over there."

Perpetua smirks before lowering his face to yours, capturing your bottom lip between his in a fervent kiss. A soft moan escapes from your mouth into his as his taste envelopes your tongue and he tightens his grip on you, holding you in place as he begins to grind his hips into yours at a torturously slow pace.

"Please..." You whimper, reaching up to grab his face as your knees weaken each time his hardening bulge chafes against your aching sex through the sheer fabric of your panties.

"You're soaking my clothes," Perpetua chuckles, closing his eyes as he lowers his face to the crook of your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses on your thrumming pulse. "I didn't take you for such an exhibitionist, sweetheart."

You clench around nothing at his teasing, reaching up to splay your hands out on his firm chest as he nips and suckles at every inch of flushed skin he can reach.

"I hate you," You gasp, bucking your hips into his bulge as he tears his face away to look at you. "So much."

"You don't fuck me like you hate me." Perpetua quips, offering a mocking shrug as he tilts his head to the side.

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you lean into him, shaking your head and trying to breathe through the heated ache wringing your core as your body cries for his.

"V!" You cry out as he reaches beneath the hem of your soaked panties, teasing your swollen nub against the smooth leather of his gloved finger.

"Shhh, baby." Perpetua lowers his voice as he rubs soft circles around your sensitive pearl, blinding shockwaves of pleasure dispersing from your core. "They're going to hear you."

You sniff as hot, salted tears sting your eyes, beginning to pool on your waterline. "I don't care."

"Hey..." Perpetua coos, reaching up to lift your chin again and search your eyes. "You want to ride your Papa? Is that why you're crying?"

You nod, peering up at him with widened, watery eyes.

"If that's what my angel wants," He breathes. "I can't have her looking so sad."

You assist him in unclasping his belt buckle, pulling at his waistband until his thick cock springs free. You can barely breathe at the sight of it; a glaze of precum coating the velvety skin of his shaft as pulsing veins climb around his towering length.

You hear a sharp intake of breath as you reach down to stroke him, the tips of your fingers becoming wet with his slick before you bring them up to your mouth to taste.

"Mmm," You hum, not a single drop of him going to waste as you suck on your fingers, Perpetua watching closely. "You taste so good."

Though Perpetua is better at hiding it than you are, in moments like this, you are both at each other's mercy; the world around you blurring into an abstract landscape of amalgamated colour and noise as all you can focus on is each other.

You follow his lead, pulling the gusset of your panties to the side to allow him access as he nestles the tip of his cock between your folds.

"Ready to break a few laws with me, angel?" Perpetua whispers, curling his hands around your hips.

"As long as they let us cum before they lock us up." You chuckle, pressing your nose to his as his face hovers above yours, expression mirroring yours.

"Let's hope so."

You sink down onto him as he slowly pushes inside you, scrambling to cover your mouth to muffle the relieved moan escaping you as your walls open and stretch to accommodate him. As well as feeling your body ascend to a seventh heaven when he works every sweet spot deep inside you, you can't get enough of the feeling of being so close to him; as close as you can be in both the physical and astral sense as your bodies coalesce in an exquisite dance of electrified atoms and pheromones.

"Fuck..." You whisper, making a feeble attempt to control your breathing as he slowly rolls his hips into yours, filling you to the brim with each soft thrust.

"You like that, angel?" Perpetua coos, his grip on you tightening as he lifts his hips with more force to slam into you.

"Y-yes, don't stop, please-" You moan, throwing your head back as a dark chuckle escapes his lips.

"Not even if the police come." He breathes, his hot, wet mouth unable to resist feasting on your exposed neck.

Perpetua cradles you to his body as he can feel your legs lose their grip around his waist, his torso holding you flush to the wall as he takes over and lets you relax into him, basking in the sweet ripples of bliss washing over your body.

"Feels...so good..." You whimper into his chest, a hopeless, quivering mess in his arms.

"I know, baby." Perpetua presses his lips to the top of your head as he smiles. "You're tapping out on me, here."

Your bodies jolt when you hear the the low hum of conversation from around the corner growing louder, only to both sigh into each other when it fades into silence.

"I don't care if they see us," You moan, every cell of your body becoming saturated with a tingling warmth with each movement of his hips. "I want them to see how good you make me feel."

Perpetua groans as your admission takes him by surprise. "That's right, baby." He whimpers. "I want them to know who you belong to."

"I'm close, my love." You breathe, reaching up to hold his face as he continues to fuck you into the wall at a steady pace.

"It's okay, baby," Perpetua coos as he rests his face against your hand. "Cum for me, you've been so good."

His permission is all your body needed to surrender to the delicious tension building inside you and you cry out his name as your walls rhythmically clench around him; the dam bursting to unleash relentless, storming waves of pure bliss washing over you as he slows the pace and draws each one of them out in hopes of hearing you groan his name just one more time.

Perpetua finds his own explosive release as he watches you come apart on his cock, spurts of hot, thick cum being shot deep inside you with each slowing thrust of his trembling body.

"God damn, sweetheart..." He growls as he comes down from his orgasm, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he holds you close, a stream of your combined arousal running all along your thighs and dripping onto his clothes. "We need to get you a hazard sticker for that thing. I can barely see."

You chuckle, the beat of your fluttering heart resounding in your ears as you catch your breath, Perpetua stippling affectionate kisses in your hair.

"So, this is the place?" You tease, lifting your head to gaze up at his beautiful face.

"For Umbra? Oh, I think so." Perpetua grins, white eye gleaming. "Don't you, angel?"

[stellargh0ul]

Hiii goat, it’s me again 💔 as you know I love Mary Goore and your writing, and lowkey I just want another fic with them but you have creative freedom with everything. I just love how you write them and I like the element of surprise, thank you, I love you again. 💋

have a little Reader sickfic <3

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“ah, shit.”

you look up at the exclamation, not expecting to hear someone else’s voice in your own house in the middle of the night— though you aren’t too panicked about it. there’s only one person it could be, one person who would chance breaking into your home and make their presence known without fail.

besides: your head hurts too much to really think about why Mary Goore is in your house too hard. you swallow around a throat that feels like a razor blade, looking up at where he hovers uncertainly by your bed. his eyes are fixed on the sea of used tissues that surround the mattress and the bottle of cold medicine on the nightstand.

“you’re sick, huh?” Mary says and you groan in response, not even dignifying it with words. rolling over in bed, you sit up slightly and check the time on your phone. enough time has elapsed since your last dose of cold medicine that you can take more, something you’re happy about as your head continues to pound at the change in position.

“what gave you that idea…”

he rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of your bed. you reach past him to grab the bottle of medicine and start to dole out the dose into the cap with shaking hands— it’s only a second before Mary’s grabbing them both from you and pouring out the right amount himself. he passes it over to you for you to down before putting the cap back on and the bottle back on the nightstand.

“how long’s it been?” he asks as you collapse back against your pillows.

“four days. started feeling like shit the day after I saw you last.”

Mary nods.

“lucky I didn’t get it. we’d have had to cancel the show.”

you hum under your breath quietly. you’d been planning on attending his show tonight, but your stupid cold had been keeping you stuck in bed for far too long.

“how was it?”

“went well. bar went nuts for us.”

“that’s good,” you murmur.

“would have been better if you were there.”

you crack your eyes open slightly to peer at Mary, whose gaze is on his boots.

“…are you fucking drunk? or high?”

“both. why?”

scoffing, you roll over in bed so that you can reach out and snag the hem of his shirt in case he tries to escape.

“‘cause you just said the sappiest shit i’ve ever heard you say. didja miss me, Scary Mary?”

“fuck off,” he gripes but you can’t help the smile that breaks out across your face. it was nice to know he’d missed your presence, even if he didn’t want to admit it again.

[flawia04]

First comic is here yay:D enjoy

This part will take like 6+ pages. We'll see how it ends

BUT! It'll take me longer to publish next pages since my uni decided to randomly change the exam date and now I have about a week to learn everything:D After that I'll post regularly (more or less)

[sacred-coffin]

I almost forgot to post this-

[strigas-sorrow]

SO THAT'S A GIFT FOR MY GHESTIE @thecathaersis OKAYYY ✨️ I love you girl, I love your OC, just couldn't help myself, don't mind me putting my OC as your OC's best friend 👉🏻👈🏻

𝕸𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑... 💜

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

𝒕𝒘: 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

Before fully waking up, a scent of something fragrant and sweet tickled her nose, a pleasant surprise in this special morning. 

The first thing she saw after opening her eyes were lilies, the same ones he always gave her. A bouquet of flowers with their large, white petals laid on the nightstand, with a small card attached to a ribbon that held it all up together. The wax seal with his sigil secured the message inside the letter, securing a sweet mistery.

Sister Seraphina stretched her arms lazily, purring like a cat woken up from a deep slumber. A smile decorated her lips with a realisation of today's special occasion. And what a dreamy start of a day it seemed to be...

She knew exactly whom these flowers were from. 

After taking one more, deep inhale of the fragrant scent, she finally opened the card. The cursive inside was immediately recognised, neat and sharp.

My heart, 

I Intend to make this day the most joyful for you. After all, it is the most joyful for me – a reminder of your presence in my life. Let's make it memorable. 

If you wish to find me, visit Sibling Striga. They are helping me with this little mischief, so rest assured – they will lead you to me.

Yours truly, 

P 

By any means, this will be an interesting day...

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After taking her sweet time with her morning routine, Seraphina took one of the garden paths to the Ministry's workshop. The old garage at the back of the abbey was practically her best friends' second home – finding them in that particular spot was almost granted. Some loud music and screeching of metal tools only convinced Seraphina that this was a right guess. 

Despite this utter noise, Sibling Striga noticed Serpahina immediately, seemingly waiting just for her. They put their tool down and turned down the volume of an old music player. The next thing Seraphina knew was a tight, rib-crashing hug from her best friend. 

"Oh my Lucifer, happy birthday! I'm so glad you're here, all the best wishes! I've got you something!"

Striga let her go for a moment, just to present a box wrapped in decorative paper on their gloved palm. 

"I thought it might be useful, considering how much time you spend with books and stuff. I hope you like it"

It was some kind of a thin, rectangular, and see-through piece of plastic with a black handle on its edge.

"It's a reading light made of LEDS and acrylic glass, so don't worry, won't break. You can put it flat on a page and read as much as you want in the dark. You need batteries though, so when it's time to get new ones, just come to me, I've got plenty. Oh, and there's something else, but you will see it when Papa gives it to you. For now, you can take this"

Another small letter, with his sigil again and his cursive shaped into her name. Seraphina broke the seal, sweet anticipation building up in her chest.

My beloved, 

I'm glad you can spend some time with your friend on this special day. It makes my heart swell with pride, seeing you in the company of people who cherish you and give you true friendship. 

But I want to give you even more. 

Sibling Striga's craftskills are excellent, so I entrusted them with an unusual request. I'm sure you will hold it dear to your heart, as I hold dear your very soul. 

You're closer to finding me – my silly brother can give you the last hint. 

Eternally yours,

P 

"What is this about?" Seraphina asked, not sure what to expect. It was so kind and sweet of Perpetua, thinking about her and her friend to have a moment for themselves, but the rest of the letter? What was the meaning of this? 

Striga's shit-eating grin convinced Seraphina that this was, indeed, something very special. After all, Striga cherished every moment of teasing their best friend about the love shared between her and Perpetua.

"Can't tell you, Papa made it clear I can't spoil shit. And I understand, this is the most personal… trinket, let's say, I have ever made," those words had a surprisingly serious undertone. Striga's gaze softened, those silly sparks turning into something else, something deep and tender.

"I'm really proud of it, you know. And honoured I could make something like that. Well, can't wait for your feedback!"

Seraphina smiled once again, nodding her head in a silent understanding.

"Of course, I'm sure it's going to be perfect. Thank you"

"Anyway, where are you going now?" they asked curiously. 

"I need to see Copia so it seems, and here I thought I could escape his office at least once" she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Girl, who are you lying to?" an elbow into Seraphina's ribs was followed by a silly sound of laughter.

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Finding Copia was an easy challenge as well. Even though Seraphina took a day off – or rather, it was given to her by her boss before she could even think of asking such a thing – Copia, or rather Frater Imperator, had to attend to his usual duties anyway. ‘I can manage without my assistant for one day, si?’.

Seraphina assisted him since he was a Cardinal, no wonder he wanted to keep her close. After all, she was a very capable Sister, always polite, hard-working, with a passion for books that they shared together. Of course, now, after his 'promotion', Frater requested her as his personal assistant.

The silence of his office was much more pleasant than those noises of the workshop. It was peaceful, calming even, clearing troubled thoughts. That serenity was her everyday sanctuary, almost like her beloved library.

Seraphina knocked on the wooden door, and after hearing a familiar 'come in', she entered the always-messy office.

"Ah, Sorella!"

Frater greeted her with a grin, leaving whatever paperwork he was evidently struggling with. A relief he must've felt was impossible to hide away.

"How good it is to see you! Are you having fun today?" he asked, hurrying up to take her hands into his and shaking them in a friendly and caring manner. In a way, Copia was more than a boss to her – he was a friend, someone she could always rely on, talk about books, their faith, anything. He was dear to her, that was certain.

"Well, yes, thank you. Today is definitely full of surprises. " Seraphina's voice was filled with amusement. Her eyes were shining with little sparks of joy, her cheeks flushed – oh, it was exciting.

"Ah, sì, I am sure it is. You absolutely deserve to have a special day like this one" Copia let go of her hands and reached for something behind his desk. "I prepared a little something for you, I hope you don't mind, hehe"

What he next put in her hands was a big cardboard box, one of those kinds you can get in a bakery or a pastry shop. It was wrapped with a ribbon to hold it more comfortably. 

"Cannoli, I made them myself," he said proudly. "Gotta make good use of these Italian culinary skills, it flows in our blood"

Copia gave her a friendly hug, careful not to damage the gift. "Tanti auguri, Sorella, happy birthday"

"Grazie mille," Seraphina thanked with a bright, grateful smile. After years of working together, it was almost impossible not to catch some Italian. Copia always seemed so content when Seraphina used his native language. "I suppose you also have a letter for me, isn't that right?"

"Ah, sì, sì, mio stupido fratello… He left something for you. Though I must admit, that's pretty clever of him, this whole little game"

Frater reached into his black coat's pocket and gave her exactly the thing she expected – another envelope, identical to those two Seraphina already had. 

My treasure,

Almost there. Can you feel the thrill? Can't you just wait to see your Papa? 

I love when you chirp so sweetly about this job that you have, even if you have to work with my silly brother. I know that he is also your friend, and I will always respect that. Your happiness is my joy, my sacred commandment.

But you belong to me and your place is in my arms. Find me in our special spot. Your little sanctuary, the place in which you feel like you belong. You know which one. 

Your one and true love, 

P

"I still don't know what you see in that stupido-"

"Oh, please," Seraphina interrupted with a sigh. "You both act like toddlers sometimes. Grow up"

"Sì, sì, let's not argue about this. So, where are you heading now?"

Seraphina already eached for the door handle but stopped for a moment and gave Copia a knowing smile.

"The library"

⛧⛧⛧

Of course he chose that place.

The most significant for both of them – after all, that's where they first met. Seraphina could close her eyes and recall that moment as if it happened yesterday, always so vivid and clear in her mind. 

It was a cold day, a rainy one. During that kind of day, the Ministry was usually quiet and peaceful, or so it seemed to her. Maybe it was just the rain and wind dancing together, silencing other sounds around. Anyway, for Seraphina, it was always a perfect time to dwell in her place, her second home. This cosiness of the library felt just right.

He suddenly appeared beside her, like from thin air, almost giving her heart attack. Back then, Perpetua was still new to the Ministry, still not accustomed to the way he frightened Siblings of Sin with his sudden emerging from the shadows. He just needed some help with finding a specific book and translating a small fragment of it, but him and Seraphina spent almost all night in each other presence, strangely captivated by one another.

After crossing the library's treshold, a sacred silence welcomed her once again, rays of sunlight dancing through the stained-glass windows. Was the livrary empty? She knew it like the back of her hand, she could tell that. But wasn't Perpetua supposed to be here? Well, his creature-like nature made him similar to a cat – soundless, almost undetectable unless he wanted to be seen.

What she noticed, though, was a small, velvet box on one of the tables. A jewelery, perhaps? Seraphine put the gift from Frater aside to take a look at the mysterious thing in front of her, but before she could do that, a bouquet of white lilies appeared in front of her, like from thin air.

"There you are, my love," Seraphina could practically hear him smile. "For you, my special girl"

Seraphina turned around and immediately fell into her Papa's arms, hugging him tightly, nuzzling into his chest, as indeed she belonged in his caring embrace.

"Oh, Papa, how sweet you are," she couldn't stop her lovely laughter, nor her lips leaving many soft kisses on Perpetua's face. He smiled proudly, his arms holding her even closer.

"I guess you enjoyed this little game?" he asked with a smirk, basking in the light of his beloved one's happiness.

"So much! It was so thrilling, getting closer and closer to you..."

"Well, you succeeded, my clever girl. And now I won't let you go for even a moment"

Perpetua's gaze was full of love and adoration, but also full of desire – Seraphina could feel all of that through his lips, too, for he kissed her with such passion and adoration he made her feel dizzy.

She loved every second of it, every slip of his tongue, sharpness of his fangs on her lips. Perpetua relished in that taste, the sweetest he has ever known. All for him to enjoy, intoxicating like the finest wine. Or blood.

After what felt like eternity, he broke the kiss and put the lilies aside, just to reach for the velvet box, long forgotten by Seraphina. However, now her full attention was on that small mystery held in his hand.

"Did Sibling Striga tell you anything about this?", he asked, but her shaking her head was enough of an answer. "Very good. This, my heart, is something as special as you are to me. The proof of my eternal devotion for you, the light of my life"

Perpetua opened the box, finally showing her what was inside.

A red stone set in an ornamental, silver pendant sparkled in the dim light of stained-glass windows. Its hue was rich, deep crimson, like an old wine, like petals of a perfect rose, or like a...

"You always give me what I need most, your sweet, sweet blood so I can satisfy my hunger. Now I want to give you the same thing. My very essence, this way I can always be right here, close to your heart", his other hand took hers and placed the softest kiss on the back of it.

"Perpetua..." she whispered, enchanted, captivated by him completely. He had her very soul in his grasp again.

Papa got around Seraphina to place his gift around her soft, pale neck. She took the pendant in her hand, her eyes closed, with tears behind her eyelids. So many emotions flooded her heart – joy, greatfulness, affection, love.

Perpetua, as always, took the chance to nuzzle into her neck and feel that intoxicating scent of his beloved even closer. The need to devour her, taste that delicious blood quickly raised inside him, hunger and need clouding his mind in the best way possible.

Seraphina could feel it too, his deep sigh and gentle teasing of his fangs were almost like a ritual to her. Something sacred, intimate and unholy, just like the bond they shared.

"Papa, please..." she whined softly, exposing her neck by tilting her head. His fingers tangled in those long, light strands of her hair, the other hand holding Seraphina still by wrapping his arm around her waist.

"If you beg so sweetly..."

The moment of Perpetua's fangs pierceing her skin was always like a moment of revelation, making her call his name and quiver in his arms, excitment and pain taking over her senses. She loved every second of her Papa feeding on her life essence, so happy that she could give him everything he needed to take from her.

Soon, his tongue lapped on those small wounds, sealing them with his saliva. Perpetua pampered her delicate skin with soft, soft kisses, his fingers carresing every part of her body he could touch.

"My perfect, perfect birthday girl..." his hot whisper tickled her earlobe. "How I love you... Now and for always"

[flawia04]

The dragon and the future.

Also:

I still don't have a name for this au ://

[flawia04]

idea for ninjago monstrosity au

Kai finds a young version of Lloyd and they have to survive together c:

[flawia04]

[stellargh0ul]

i see your perpetua panty smelling. i ask, copia smelling your panties and getting caught by you doing it. and you simply must teach him a lesson 😌

thank you for all the work you do MWAH

I always love seeing the Avocado in my notes! thank you for sending in this prompt <3

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you aren’t entirely sure what you’ve walked into at first when you enter your apartments in the Ministry- the lights are on, but dimmed, and there’s a figure sitting your bed with its back to you. your first instinct is to scream that there’s an intruder, before you recognize the man; it’s Copia, your partner.

your next mystery is to figure out exactly what he’s doing, because he seems so engrossed with it that he hasn’t even noticed you walk in. you wait for a moment, in case he turns around, but in doing so, you hear something odd.

he moans out your name, in a tone of voice you know very well.

swiftly, you walk around your bed in time to see a pair of your panties clutched in one of his hands, the fabric wrapped around his cock. Copia’s other hand is in his mouth, teeth biting into the meat of his palm as he chokes out your name once more, pumping himself rapidly with your panties providing extra friction.

“what are you doing?” you ask, though it’s incredibly clear now what he’s doing, and he jumps about a mile.

Copia’s eyes fly open and he looks at you, hand still on his cock, before he glances down and realizes that the panties he was using to masturbate are visible. you can almost see the calculation in his head- there’s no point in trying to hide them, not when you both can see what’s happening as clear as day.

“amore, I…”

“bend over the bed,” you order him, your tone sudden and sharp. Copia physically flinches away from you.

“Madonna, please, i’m so sorry, I was just-“

“I can see what you were doing. I said to bend over the bed. surely a slut who had no problem stealing my panties to jerk off with can recognize what I want, right?”

he babbles out more half excuses but does as you ask, dropping the pair of panties and turning to bend himself over the edge of the bed. you raise his robes- his pants are already around his ankles and so you don’t have to worry about fabric taking the force of the impact.

“count them,” you order him. in truth, you’re not nearly as angry as you ought to be: it’s almost cute, the way he’d taken something of yours, moaning out your name as he jerked himself off.

but- some things definitely had to be punished, and this was one of them. he knew he wasn’t allowed to cum without your permission.

you pull your hand back and deliver a strike with full force against his backside, sending Copia forward into the bedsheets. you note, with some satisfaction, that a pool of pre is drooling out the tip of his cock afterwards.

“o-one,” Copia mutters.

“good.”

another strike, on the other cheek, and he can’t stifle the yelp that falls from his lips.

“oh, baby, did that hurt?” you ask, teasingly. “if it did, you’re certainly not going to have fun for the next 48.”

[strigas-sorrow]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊, 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 🥀

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝒕𝒘: 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂, 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒚 𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 2:37

The sun was no longer there, now the moon and the stars kept you company. The dark evening sky felt like a shelter to those like you, servants of the Infernal Master. You and your dearest Cardinal, however fond of your positions in the Ministry, had a stressful time lately. And where to seek comfort if not in the arms of your beloved? You both decided that a lovely dinner on the terrace would be a great idea to end this agonisingly long day.

Copia was sitting on the opposite side of a small round table, holding an almost empty glass of wine. You have already finished yours, but for a nice evening dinner that was just enough. The rich taste of an excellent Italian pasta still lingered on your tongue – Copia was so proud of his cooking skills and you knew that he was absolutely right to brag about them.

You sighed with content, glad with how peaceful this evening was, listening to the quiet song playing on a record somewhere inside the room behind you, and most of all, enjoying the company of your beloved. The cardinal was looking up on the starry sky, humming the melody quietly.

“Thank you, Copia” you said, immediately shifting his attention towards you “I really needed that after how stressful today was”

“There is no need to thank me, amore” his voice was soft and quiet, “I needed to spend some time with you too. I have so much work lately and Sister Imperator is such a pain in my ass… But with you? I feel like I’m as good as new”

The smile you gave him could cure his tired soul, clean his troubled mind. Oh, how lovely, how stunning you were in the dim light of garden lanterns…

“Is that a new song?” you asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Oh, not really. I wrote it some time ago, but it never really made it to one of the albums. This record is a test press, actually. Do you like it?

“I love it. It's a bit softer than what you've already released, but that makes it special. It sounds like pure love and devotion” your voice was so genuine Copia could never doubt your honesty.

He suddenly stood up, his intense gaze fixated on you, his lips parted slightly. He reached to you, outstretching his gloved hand.

“Come, dance with me, amore”

You took his hand with a shy smile. Copia lifted your joined hands a bit higher and placed his other one on the small of your back. He led you to a simple, slow waltz, his moves were more confident than you expected. The feeling of him holding you so close was so intimate it made you feel dizzy. Your bodies pressed together, slowly swinging to the rhythm of a song, as if they were one. Both of you were staring at each other, those eyes expressing more than any words ever could. Copia looked at you with such adoration, love and devotion, and you hoped he could see that in your gaze as well.

And oh, he did. The only thing he could think about now was how much of a lucky man he was. Being so close to such an ethereal beauty as yourself? You, his dark angel, loving an old, silly man like him? He was absolutely convinced you were a gift from Lucifer Himself, a treasure to adore, only for him.

“Oh, tesoro…” soft words escaped his lips.

“Ti prego, Cardinale, baciami…” you whispered, knowing how you always made his heart melt at your attempts of speaking his native tongue.

He didn't make you wait a second – Copia's lips pressed to yours, so hungry for your love and tenderness, his hand travelling from the small of your back to your nape. How he needed to feel you, to be close, closer… He savoured the taste of red wine and you, his favourite one of all.

“Non ci sono parole nelle lingue degli uomini e degli angeli per dire quanto ti amo” he said when you finally broke the kiss. Copia pressed soft kisses to every spot of skin on your hand he could find.

“And I know with my heart that my soul is lost without you”

He sang for you quietly with the record still playing in the background.

“So I don't, no I don't look back”

Amore - love

Tesoro - sweetheart

Ti prego, Cardinale, baciami - please, Cardinal, kiss me

Non ci sono parole nelle lingue degli uomini e degli angeli per dire quanto ti amo - There are no words in the tongues of men and angels to say how much I love you

[strigas-sorrow]

𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⛧ 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆 𝕰𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖟𝖔 ⛧

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖔...? 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 – 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬...

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

⛧ 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕮𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖆 ⛧

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊, 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊... 🥀 – 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

⛧ 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆 𝖁 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖆 ⛧

𝕸𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑... – 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 – 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 – 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭

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