when requesting, be as detailed as you like but feel free to message me first if you think a prompt might be off-limits. i'll do my best to accommodate requests but i'll be honest when there's something i'm not comfortable writing.
that being said: we're freaks, not creeps. act accordingly.
𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰
Prompt Series I
Prompt Series II
𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔬
Prompt: Tension & feeling the shape of their body through their clothes: Secondo/f!reader
𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔷𝔬
Prompt: Tension, Lose of Composure, Teasing Humor: Terzo/f!reader
Terzo NSFW Alphabet
ℭ𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔞
Prompt: Dress up with Copia: Copia/vaguely f!reader.
Prompt: Come here- wanting them close. Copia/vaguely f!reader, no specific anatomy.
Prompt: Don't Stop: Copia/vaguely f!reader, no specific anatomy. (second prompt in post)
Prompt: New Territory: Copia/vaguely f!reader, no specific anatomy.
Drabble Prompt: Copia Leaning Into His Dom Side: Copia/gender-neutral reader.
Creature V Bloody Chase for Creature Perpetua Month 2026: V/f!reader
𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢
Prompt: V is for Voyeurism
Prompt: "We should be fucking each other" Part One
Baby, detonate for me: Mary/f!OC: When a mosh pit-turned-bar fight leaves them both bloodied and bruised, Lyla is more than surprised and just a wee bit pissed she gets stuck patching up the lead singer of the band. What follows is a hell-raising night of sex, drugs, and debauchery. also on ao3.
Fantasy Free Me: Mary Goore/f!reader. Mary pays you a visit backstage after a performance.
Under The Spell: vampire Mary/f!reader. Mary has a secret and he's invited you to the local cemetery to share it. Because nothing ever gets weird in the graveyard. also on ao3.
Every night I scream your name: Fancy date escapades with Mary/f!reader. also on ao3.
Prompt: Tension: Mary/vaguely female reader
Prompt: Pulling them into your lap: Mary/gender-neutral reader
Prompt: New Meaning: Mary/gender-neutral reader
I like your stories, I love your gun: Mary/f!reader. Who knew Mary was such a gentleman?
𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔠
Blood into wine, take my body instead: Terzo/f!OC, Copia/f!OC, V/f!OC. After winning a coveted spot at the home of the Ministry, Vespera takes her sacred duties seriously. What she doesn’t know is that with this new role also comes certain… expectations. Expectations in the form of nightly visits from the Frater and his brothers. also on ao3.
For Now Our Merge Is Eternal: Copia/f!reader/V. no twincest. also on ao3.
Prompt: Voyeurism- Copia/f!reader with V watching.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
something a little angsty and a little saucy. reader and perpetua are both separately in relationships and discover that maybe you two are the ones that should be fucking after all
Okay this took me a beat because this concept ran away with me and I devoured it.
💜🌃
Between the incessant thumping of the obnoxious music and the overcrowded club floor, all you could think of was getting out of there. Navigating the throng of sweaty and sloppy drunk clubgoers, you finally made it to the back door, stepping out into the welcoming cool air of the night. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, letting your lungs fill with air not tainted by the smell of cheap cologne and even cheaper drinks. Why the hell would he bring you here? He should have known by now that not only did you despise crappy techno with every fiber of your being, but a nightclub on top of that? Sure it was on top of a high-rise downtown with a notable reputation, but that reputation was in a crowd you cared nothing about. A chill settled into your chest, though not from your change in environment. Had you really wasted four months of your life with a guy that knew next to nothing about you? He couldn’t even make you laugh.
“Needed a break too?”
A sudden voice made you jump, your eyes darting to the corner of the patio where a figure stood in the shadows, arms leaning over the railing. Besides his feet was a silver half-mask, set aside while he didn't feel the pull to conceal himself from the crowds. The first time you'd seen him without it, neither of you seemed to notice he'd forgotten to put it on as he was fully engrossed in the conversation with you. From then on, he didn't bother, something you took to heart as others rarely saw him like this.
“Fuck, I’m glad to see you,” you sighed with relief, walking over to him as your shoulders finally relaxed. “Sorry if I’m yelling, I’m still a little deaf.”
V chuckled, taking a sip of his drink and immediately grimacing.
“Think someone swapped out the tequila for holy water?” you teased, smirking at his reaction.
“Didn’t you hear? The pope made a special stop just to bless the margaritas. Just couldn’t pass up a good spiritus sancti.”
For the first time in too long, you laughed. Actually laughed. And it felt really fucking good. Luckily this was a relatively common occurrence in his presence, but you really hadn’t seen him since you’d both fallen into respective relationships.
“Where's your better half?” You asked after you'd collected yourself.
“Likely still dancing with the horde. For the life of me I don't understand the appeal, but they certainly enjoy it. Yours?”
Biting your lip, you looked down at your feet.
“Inside. Somewhere.”
V let out a quiet hum in contemplation, not pressing the issue further. In truth, you were both likely equally perplexed by each other's choice in partners. You had no idea how he found himself in a relationship with someone who craved such attention, knowing how off-stage he much preferred solitude and this person thrived on anything but. In turn, V seemed to also be curious about your own taste in men as a financier wasn't exactly the wish-fulfillment you'd dreamed of.
As if reading your mind, V turned his back to the skyline, leaning his forearms against the railing and eyeing you skeptically.
“So…” he began, cocking an eyebrow playfully.
Uh oh. You knew where this was headed. There was a certain look all the Emeritus boys got in the eye when something out of pocket was rattling around in their heads. But luckily for you, he knew you were a good sport.
“Sigh,” you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically. “What is it?”
“Nothing!” V chirped innocently, holding up his palms. “Nothing. I just… he's got great hair.”
At this point he wasn't even trying to be convincing, with a coy grin curling his lips.
“Quite tall too. I bet he can reach all those pesky cobwebs for you.”
This time it was you letting out a sarcastic snort.
“Wouldn't that be nice. I can barely get him to take out the garbage.”
With that comment, the humor seemed to falter from his face for a moment before he reached into his jacket, producing a steel flask. V took a deep swig before holding it out towards you. Tragically, you shook your head.
“He, erm, really doesn't like it when I drink. Besides, I really should go try to find him.”
“He doesn't like- get fucked. And he should be looking for you. Does he even know where you are? You could have absconded into the night or trapped in a basement somewhere.”
“Gee thanks, V.”
“You know what I mean. I wouldn't let you out of my sight in a place like this.”
Once again, you scoffed, relenting and reaching for the flask, taking a triumphant gulp. Fuck that definitely wasn't a watered down margarita. The whiskey burned against your throat, offering a welcome warmth.
“Well I'd never drag you to a place like this in the first place.”
Once again, silence crept in, along with what may have been a dose of melancholy. Truthfully, you'd never considered yourself even in the same realm as him. Sure he was a friend, but the idea of a romantic notion seemed so far-fetched and ludicrous that you'd never even humored the thought.
“At least the view is worth it,” V mused, turning back to face the skyline.
An audible gulp, one impossible to miss, escaped your mouth as you took a step back. Looking over his shoulder, he regarded you with what looked like equal parts concern and confusion.
“Woah, what's this? You okay?”
“No, I mean I'm fine, I just… really don't love heights,” you admitted in a small, pathetic voice.
“I knew about your aversion to bees, but you've been to several rooftop rituals in the past. I never heard you complain.” He seemed borderline offended that you hadn't confided this little detail to him.
“Because you asked me to be there, V.”
He looked at you for a moment before holding out his hand towards you.
“Ten seconds.”
“What?”
“Gimme ten seconds. I'll even let you count.”
“V, what the fuck are you-”
“Look, d’you trust me or not?”
The question truly caught you off-guard but at the same time, you had an immediate answer.
“Of course I do.”
V waggled his fingers at you.
“Then come here.”
With hesitant steps, you took his hand as he gently guided you to the railing. Immediately a rush of vertigo crashed into you as you looked out towards the skyline and you clamped your eyes shut. Slowly, V’s hands took hold of yours, gently pressing your palms to the cool metal as he stood behind you.
“Just give me ten seconds of your fear. I'll talk you through it.”
His voice was calm, collected as he spoke into your ear. Even though your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribcage, you nodded.
“I'm right here. You can trust me. I'm not gonna let you fall.”
Your back pressed against his chest as his hands rested on either side of yours, the supple leather of his gloves resting against the sides of your hands and caging your body between his own and the railing. Normally, you'd be two seconds away from a panic attack at this point but for some reason there was a stillness settling into your mind as you allowed yourself to open your eyes. Despite the anxieties, you had to admit the view really was quite spectacular.
“Look out at the lights. Every one of those lights is a room. They're all filled with people living their lives in all their mundane glory, all their own escapist fantasies. But here you stand, towering above them like a god.”
Your fingers tightened, white-knuckling around the railing but not in fear. Instead, you were hanging on his every word and the oddly soothing image he was able to conjure.
“Look down.”
Immediately you froze, once again swallowing hard as a buzzing anxiety welled in your chest but slowly, you felt his arm snake around your waist.
“I've got you. Just tip your head forward.”
“I'm scared,” you whispered, so quietly you weren't sure he could even hear you over the city chaos.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
A pause. The racing in your thoughts kicked up again, making you almost woozy. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you ultimately shook your head.
V’s other hand rested on your shoulder, coaxing you to lean forward just slightly, just enough to see the towering facade of the building leading down to the chasm of streets and cars. The wind tousled your hair, nearly drowning out the usual cacophony the metropolis offered. In fact it was almost… peaceful.
“If anything, anyone, makes you feel small, just remember that you were the one standing here dominating this entire fucking city. And they should count themselves lucky to be in your presence.”
His arm pulled you back slowly, pressing you tightly against him while his thumb stroked against your shoulder. Even more surprising than the fact that you were seventy stories up and somehow hadn't managed to puke was the irrefutable fact that something else was sneaking into your veins. Arousal. Unmistakable, all-encompassing arousal.
“Are you still afraid?”
How the fuck were you supposed to answer that? What the fuck was happening in your brain right now?
“N-no,” you stammered, swallowing hard as you forced yourself to remember to breathe. His hand remained on your shoulder, shifting slightly to rest along your neck. The feeling of leather against your skin gave you an unexpected jolt, and you could have sworn you felt V tense behind you as well.
“I have a confession,” V said quietly.
Oh fuck.
There was clear trepidation in his voice but he leaned in, his mouth hovering beside your ear, the heat radiating from his lips.
“I fucking hate your boyfriend.”
Whatever you were expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Immediately you burst into laughter, with V following suit.
“I mean that guy really, really sucks. You've gotta be with him for his dick, right? Because he's certainly not giving it to you intellectually.”
“You really have no shame, do you, V?” You buried your face in your hands, shaking your head warily. Honestly, if only that were the case. At least it would've given you a viable reason to stick around.
“Christ, so he's not even good in the sack? Why in the hells are you wasting your time with this guy? If you're that desperate for disappointing sex, you coulda called my brother.”
Finally, you turned around, awkwardly shifting yourself to face him, you back not pressed against the railing. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe you were just lightheaded from the altitude, but whatever it was gave you an emboldened rush of brutal candor.
“What I'm desperate for is to get fucked. Properly fucked. Like, forgetting my own name and walking with a limp for a few days. I'm so fucking tired of falling asleep with my vibrator after sitting through another stupid documentary on biohacking bullshit with someone who doesn't even know my favorite color.”
“Midnight blue,” V replied, a little too quickly, a little too confidently. “But only when it has those sparkly flecks of silver in it.”
Really? After everything you'd just said, that's what he latched into? Proof that he paid attention to rudimentary details of basic-
V’s hands reached out, brushing the errant strands away from your face before his fingers traced along your cheekbones. Taking his time, his eyes trailed over your face, carefully examining your features as if looking for a sudden change in your demeanor. Perhaps he had heard what you'd said and was electing to ignore it? Had you truly just embarrassed yourself that badly?
“You trust me?” He asked finally.
“I already told you; of course I do.”
“Then trust me to do this.”
Leaning in, his lips pressed against yours, immediately stealing your breath away. While the kiss was slow, there was a distinct lack of hesitancy, instead he opted to let his mouth explore yours, unhurriedly and measured. Your hands gripped his waist, pulling him closer as you found yourself getting more and more lost as the kiss deepened. V nipped at your bottom lip playfully, his tongue flicking over yours as your mouth fell open, a moan escaping your throat before you even knew it was rising.
The audible proof his effect was having on you bolstered him further and he tangled his fingers in your hair, tipping your head backward as he kissed along your jaw, trailing his tongue to your neck where he sucked roughly at your heated skin. Another moan erupted, a gasping, whining sound that was the culmination of all these things you'd been aching for, every button he somehow already knew exactly how to push.
Forcing himself to detach his moan from your neck with a groan, V brushed his nose against your ear, his breath ragged and strained. You were already a mess, cheeks flushed and lips reddened in a way they hadn't been in years.
“You and I have some obligatory conversations to deliver. But once we're done with them, I'm taking you home.”
Looking up at him, you truly wondered if he meant to stop there, perhaps cautious to move things too quickly. What a fool you were. Just like clockwork, there was that glint again as his fingers tightened in your hair.
“Then when I get you in my bed, you're not leaving until you get everything you've been so desperate for.”
Okay everyone: by popular (and very unexpected) demand, a sequel is officially in the works. Also have to thank @lacrymosa-v for being my beta reader and convincing me this wasn't boring<3
sorry if this ruins the immersion or whatever but i literally wrote the v is for voyeurism post on my phone with one hand and the other hand eating cold gluten-free pizza. in case y'all wanted a peak behind the curtain.
hey I noticed that your jerk off fantasies of me haven't been as ambiguously violent based off convoluted world building or steeped in bone-deep guilt lately. are you mad at m
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Oh so we're all feeling some kind of way about this I see.
💜👀
This man loooves an audience. While he doesn't have the finesse with it as Terzo does, he certainly has the enthusiasm. Perhaps it's lingering inexperience from his days tucked away in a Ministry monastery.
He truly lacks any kind of hangups about witnesses, counting them lucky to see whatever acts he's currently involved in, as long as his partner is just as willing.
Speaking of, nothing turns him on more than your enthusiasm and willingness to indulge in some risky acts. The thrill of the threat of being discovered has awakened something within you as well, one of many delightful discoveries Perpetua has brought into your life.
One of your first nights together was a hotel overlooking the city with floor to ceiling windows. At first the idea of fucking against the glass was mortifying- anyone could see! Then V's voice calmed your agitations: "Let them."
One of his most prominent fantasies involves taking you out onto the stage, stripping you bare and fucking you on an alter created just for the occasion. Surrounded by thousands of fans just aching to be where you are, but knowing you're the only one he'd allow this with, the only person he can trust enough to be completely at his mercy. Let the entire world look on in jealousy.
What truly makes him ravenous is when he's so turned on that he can't think of anything else but you reaching your peak against his mouth. Tucked in the corner of a bookstore, he's dropped to his knees in front of you, with unaware clerks and customers merely feet away, pleasuring you just as boldly as if you were alone in his chambers. While his performance isn't hindered by the idea of being seen, this means you have the almost painful duty of keeping your vocalizations under control.
That being said, when he's in full menace mode, he'll do everything he can to try and get you to break, knowing anyone could hear. In fact, once he snuck you into the doorless tour bus, ghouls soundly sleeping just on the other side of the curtain while he bent you in half, relentless fucking you into the mattress as you fought for your life not to scream his name.
something a little angsty and a little saucy. reader and perpetua are both separately in relationships and discover that maybe you two are the ones that should be fucking after all
Okay this took me a beat because this concept ran away with me and I devoured it.
💜🌃
Between the incessant thumping of the obnoxious music and the overcrowded club floor, all you could think of was getting out of there. Navigating the throng of sweaty and sloppy drunk clubgoers, you finally made it to the back door, stepping out into the welcoming cool air of the night. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, letting your lungs fill with air not tainted by the smell of cheap cologne and even cheaper drinks. Why the hell would he bring you here? He should have known by now that not only did you despise crappy techno with every fiber of your being, but a nightclub on top of that? Sure it was on top of a high-rise downtown with a notable reputation, but that reputation was in a crowd you cared nothing about. A chill settled into your chest, though not from your change in environment. Had you really wasted four months of your life with a guy that knew next to nothing about you? He couldn’t even make you laugh.
“Needed a break too?”
A sudden voice made you jump, your eyes darting to the corner of the patio where a figure stood in the shadows, arms leaning over the railing. Besides his feet was a silver half-mask, set aside while he didn't feel the pull to conceal himself from the crowds. The first time you'd seen him without it, neither of you seemed to notice he'd forgotten to put it on as he was fully engrossed in the conversation with you. From then on, he didn't bother, something you took to heart as others rarely saw him like this.
“Fuck, I’m glad to see you,” you sighed with relief, walking over to him as your shoulders finally relaxed. “Sorry if I’m yelling, I’m still a little deaf.”
V chuckled, taking a sip of his drink and immediately grimacing.
“Think someone swapped out the tequila for holy water?” you teased, smirking at his reaction.
“Didn’t you hear? The pope made a special stop just to bless the margaritas. Just couldn’t pass up a good spiritus sancti.”
For the first time in too long, you laughed. Actually laughed. And it felt really fucking good. Luckily this was a relatively common occurrence in his presence, but you really hadn’t seen him since you’d both fallen into respective relationships.
“Where's your better half?” You asked after you'd collected yourself.
“Likely still dancing with the horde. For the life of me I don't understand the appeal, but they certainly enjoy it. Yours?”
Biting your lip, you looked down at your feet.
“Inside. Somewhere.”
V let out a quiet hum in contemplation, not pressing the issue further. In truth, you were both likely equally perplexed by each other's choice in partners. You had no idea how he found himself in a relationship with someone who craved such attention, knowing how off-stage he much preferred solitude and this person thrived on anything but. In turn, V seemed to also be curious about your own taste in men as a financier wasn't exactly the wish-fulfillment you'd dreamed of.
As if reading your mind, V turned his back to the skyline, leaning his forearms against the railing and eyeing you skeptically.
“So…” he began, cocking an eyebrow playfully.
Uh oh. You knew where this was headed. There was a certain look all the Emeritus boys got in the eye when something out of pocket was rattling around in their heads. But luckily for you, he knew you were a good sport.
“Sigh,” you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically. “What is it?”
“Nothing!” V chirped innocently, holding up his palms. “Nothing. I just… he's got great hair.”
At this point he wasn't even trying to be convincing, with a coy grin curling his lips.
“Quite tall too. I bet he can reach all those pesky cobwebs for you.”
This time it was you letting out a sarcastic snort.
“Wouldn't that be nice. I can barely get him to take out the garbage.”
With that comment, the humor seemed to falter from his face for a moment before he reached into his jacket, producing a steel flask. V took a deep swig before holding it out towards you. Tragically, you shook your head.
“He, erm, really doesn't like it when I drink. Besides, I really should go try to find him.”
“He doesn't like- get fucked. And he should be looking for you. Does he even know where you are? You could have absconded into the night or trapped in a basement somewhere.”
“Gee thanks, V.”
“You know what I mean. I wouldn't let you out of my sight in a place like this.”
Once again, you scoffed, relenting and reaching for the flask, taking a triumphant gulp. Fuck that definitely wasn't a watered down margarita. The whiskey burned against your throat, offering a welcome warmth.
“Well I'd never drag you to a place like this in the first place.”
Once again, silence crept in, along with what may have been a dose of melancholy. Truthfully, you'd never considered yourself even in the same realm as him. Sure he was a friend, but the idea of a romantic notion seemed so far-fetched and ludicrous that you'd never even humored the thought.
“At least the view is worth it,” V mused, turning back to face the skyline.
An audible gulp, one impossible to miss, escaped your mouth as you took a step back. Looking over his shoulder, he regarded you with what looked like equal parts concern and confusion.
“Woah, what's this? You okay?”
“No, I mean I'm fine, I just… really don't love heights,” you admitted in a small, pathetic voice.
“I knew about your aversion to bees, but you've been to several rooftop rituals in the past. I never heard you complain.” He seemed borderline offended that you hadn't confided this little detail to him.
“Because you asked me to be there, V.”
He looked at you for a moment before holding out his hand towards you.
“Ten seconds.”
“What?”
“Gimme ten seconds. I'll even let you count.”
“V, what the fuck are you-”
“Look, d’you trust me or not?”
The question truly caught you off-guard but at the same time, you had an immediate answer.
“Of course I do.”
V waggled his fingers at you.
“Then come here.”
With hesitant steps, you took his hand as he gently guided you to the railing. Immediately a rush of vertigo crashed into you as you looked out towards the skyline and you clamped your eyes shut. Slowly, V’s hands took hold of yours, gently pressing your palms to the cool metal as he stood behind you.
“Just give me ten seconds of your fear. I'll talk you through it.”
His voice was calm, collected as he spoke into your ear. Even though your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribcage, you nodded.
“I'm right here. You can trust me. I'm not gonna let you fall.”
Your back pressed against his chest as his hands rested on either side of yours, the supple leather of his gloves resting against the sides of your hands and caging your body between his own and the railing. Normally, you'd be two seconds away from a panic attack at this point but for some reason there was a stillness settling into your mind as you allowed yourself to open your eyes. Despite the anxieties, you had to admit the view really was quite spectacular.
“Look out at the lights. Every one of those lights is a room. They're all filled with people living their lives in all their mundane glory, all their own escapist fantasies. But here you stand, towering above them like a god.”
Your fingers tightened, white-knuckling around the railing but not in fear. Instead, you were hanging on his every word and the oddly soothing image he was able to conjure.
“Look down.”
Immediately you froze, once again swallowing hard as a buzzing anxiety welled in your chest but slowly, you felt his arm snake around your waist.
“I've got you. Just tip your head forward.”
“I'm scared,” you whispered, so quietly you weren't sure he could even hear you over the city chaos.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
A pause. The racing in your thoughts kicked up again, making you almost woozy. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you ultimately shook your head.
V’s other hand rested on your shoulder, coaxing you to lean forward just slightly, just enough to see the towering facade of the building leading down to the chasm of streets and cars. The wind tousled your hair, nearly drowning out the usual cacophony the metropolis offered. In fact it was almost… peaceful.
“If anything, anyone, makes you feel small, just remember that you were the one standing here dominating this entire fucking city. And they should count themselves lucky to be in your presence.”
His arm pulled you back slowly, pressing you tightly against him while his thumb stroked against your shoulder. Even more surprising than the fact that you were seventy stories up and somehow hadn't managed to puke was the irrefutable fact that something else was sneaking into your veins. Arousal. Unmistakable, all-encompassing arousal.
“Are you still afraid?”
How the fuck were you supposed to answer that? What the fuck was happening in your brain right now?
“N-no,” you stammered, swallowing hard as you forced yourself to remember to breathe. His hand remained on your shoulder, shifting slightly to rest along your neck. The feeling of leather against your skin gave you an unexpected jolt, and you could have sworn you felt V tense behind you as well.
“I have a confession,” V said quietly.
Oh fuck.
There was clear trepidation in his voice but he leaned in, his mouth hovering beside your ear, the heat radiating from his lips.
“I fucking hate your boyfriend.”
Whatever you were expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Immediately you burst into laughter, with V following suit.
“I mean that guy really, really sucks. You've gotta be with him for his dick, right? Because he's certainly not giving it to you intellectually.”
“You really have no shame, do you, V?” You buried your face in your hands, shaking your head warily. Honestly, if only that were the case. At least it would've given you a viable reason to stick around.
“Christ, so he's not even good in the sack? Why in the hells are you wasting your time with this guy? If you're that desperate for disappointing sex, you coulda called my brother.”
Finally, you turned around, awkwardly shifting yourself to face him, you back not pressed against the railing. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe you were just lightheaded from the altitude, but whatever it was gave you an emboldened rush of brutal candor.
“What I'm desperate for is to get fucked. Properly fucked. Like, forgetting my own name and walking with a limp for a few days. I'm so fucking tired of falling asleep with my vibrator after sitting through another stupid documentary on biohacking bullshit with someone who doesn't even know my favorite color.”
“Midnight blue,” V replied, a little too quickly, a little too confidently. “But only when it has those sparkly flecks of silver in it.”
Really? After everything you'd just said, that's what he latched into? Proof that he paid attention to rudimentary details of basic-
V’s hands reached out, brushing the errant strands away from your face before his fingers traced along your cheekbones. Taking his time, his eyes trailed over your face, carefully examining your features as if looking for a sudden change in your demeanor. Perhaps he had heard what you'd said and was electing to ignore it? Had you truly just embarrassed yourself that badly?
“You trust me?” He asked finally.
“I already told you; of course I do.”
“Then trust me to do this.”
Leaning in, his lips pressed against yours, immediately stealing your breath away. While the kiss was slow, there was a distinct lack of hesitancy, instead he opted to let his mouth explore yours, unhurriedly and measured. Your hands gripped his waist, pulling him closer as you found yourself getting more and more lost as the kiss deepened. V nipped at your bottom lip playfully, his tongue flicking over yours as your mouth fell open, a moan escaping your throat before you even knew it was rising.
The audible proof his effect was having on you bolstered him further and he tangled his fingers in your hair, tipping your head backward as he kissed along your jaw, trailing his tongue to your neck where he sucked roughly at your heated skin. Another moan erupted, a gasping, whining sound that was the culmination of all these things you'd been aching for, every button he somehow already knew exactly how to push.
Forcing himself to detach his moan from your neck with a groan, V brushed his nose against your ear, his breath ragged and strained. You were already a mess, cheeks flushed and lips reddened in a way they hadn't been in years.
“You and I have some obligatory conversations to deliver. But once we're done with them, I'm taking you home.”
Looking up at him, you truly wondered if he meant to stop there, perhaps cautious to move things too quickly. What a fool you were. Just like clockwork, there was that glint again as his fingers tightened in your hair.
“Then when I get you in my bed, you're not leaving until you get everything you've been so desperate for.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
something a little angsty and a little saucy. reader and perpetua are both separately in relationships and discover that maybe you two are the ones that should be fucking after all
Okay this took me a beat because this concept ran away with me and I devoured it.
💜🌃
Between the incessant thumping of the obnoxious music and the overcrowded club floor, all you could think of was getting out of there. Navigating the throng of sweaty and sloppy drunk clubgoers, you finally made it to the back door, stepping out into the welcoming cool air of the night. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, letting your lungs fill with air not tainted by the smell of cheap cologne and even cheaper drinks. Why the hell would he bring you here? He should have known by now that not only did you despise crappy techno with every fiber of your being, but a nightclub on top of that? Sure it was on top of a high-rise downtown with a notable reputation, but that reputation was in a crowd you cared nothing about. A chill settled into your chest, though not from your change in environment. Had you really wasted four months of your life with a guy that knew next to nothing about you? He couldn’t even make you laugh.
“Needed a break too?”
A sudden voice made you jump, your eyes darting to the corner of the patio where a figure stood in the shadows, arms leaning over the railing. Beside his feet was a silver half-mask, set aside while he didn't feel the pull to conceal himself from the crowds. The first time you'd seen him without it, neither of you seemed to notice he'd forgotten to put it on as he was fully engrossed in the conversation with you. From then on, he didn't bother, something you took to heart as others rarely saw him like this.
“Fuck, I’m glad to see you,” you sighed with relief, walking over to him as your shoulders finally relaxed. “Sorry if I’m yelling, I’m still a little deaf.”
V chuckled, taking a sip of his drink and immediately grimacing.
“Think someone swapped out the tequila for holy water?” you teased, smirking at his reaction.
“Didn’t you hear? The pope made a special stop just to bless the margaritas. Just couldn’t pass up a good spiritus sancti.”
For the first time in too long, you laughed. Actually laughed. And it felt really fucking good. Luckily this was a relatively common occurrence in his presence, but you really hadn’t seen him since you’d both fallen into respective relationships.
“Where's your better half?” You asked after you'd collected yourself.
“Likely still dancing with the horde. For the life of me I don't understand the appeal, but they certainly enjoy it. Yours?”
Biting your lip, you looked down at your feet.
“Inside. Somewhere.”
V let out a quiet hum in contemplation, not pressing the issue further. In truth, you were both likely equally perplexed by each other's choice in partners. You had no idea how he found himself in a relationship with someone who craved such attention, knowing how off-stage he much preferred solitude and this person thrived on anything but. In turn, V seemed to also be curious about your own taste in men as a financier wasn't exactly the wish-fulfillment you'd dreamed of.
As if reading your mind, V turned his back to the skyline, leaning his forearms against the railing and eyeing you skeptically.
“So…” he began, cocking an eyebrow playfully.
Uh oh. You knew where this was headed. There was a certain look all the Emeritus boys got in the eye when something out of pocket was rattling around in their heads. But luckily for you, he knew you were a good sport.
“Sigh,” you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically. “What is it?”
“Nothing!” V chirped innocently, holding up his palms. “Nothing. I just… he's got great hair.”
At this point he wasn't even trying to be convincing, with a coy grin curling his lips.
“Quite tall too. I bet he can reach all those pesky cobwebs for you.”
This time it was you letting out a sarcastic snort.
“Wouldn't that be nice. I can barely get him to take out the garbage.”
With that comment, the humor seemed to falter from his face for a moment before he reached into his jacket, producing a steel flask. V took a deep swig before holding it out towards you. Tragically, you shook your head.
“He, erm, really doesn't like it when I drink. Besides, I really should go try to find him.”
“He doesn't like- get fucked. And he should be looking for you. Does he even know where you are? You could have absconded into the night or trapped in a basement somewhere.”
“Gee thanks, V.”
“You know what I mean. I wouldn't let you out of my sight in a place like this.”
Once again, you scoffed, relenting and reaching for the flask, taking a triumphant gulp. Fuck that definitely wasn't a watered down margarita. The whiskey burned against your throat, offering a welcome warmth.
“Well I'd never drag you to a place like this in the first place.”
Once again, silence crept in, along with what may have been a dose of melancholy. Truthfully, you'd never considered yourself even in the same realm as him. Sure he was a friend, but the idea of a romantic notion seemed so far-fetched and ludicrous that you'd never even humored the thought.
“At least the view is worth it,” V mused, turning back to face the skyline.
An audible gulp, one impossible to miss, escaped your mouth as you took a step back. Looking over his shoulder, he regarded you with what looked like equal parts concern and confusion.
“Woah, what's this? You okay?”
“No, I mean I'm fine, I just… really don't love heights,” you admitted in a small, pathetic voice.
“I knew about your aversion to bees, but you've been to several rooftop rituals in the past. I never heard you complain.” He seemed borderline offended that you hadn't confided this little detail to him.
“Because you asked me to be there, V.”
He looked at you for a moment before holding out his hand towards you.
“Ten seconds.”
“What?”
“Gimme ten seconds. I'll even let you count.”
“V, what the fuck are you-”
“Look, d’you trust me or not?”
The question truly caught you off-guard but at the same time, you had an immediate answer.
“Of course I do.”
V waggled his fingers at you.
“Then come here.”
With hesitant steps, you took his hand as he gently guided you to the railing. Immediately a rush of vertigo crashed into you as you looked out towards the skyline and you clamped your eyes shut. Slowly, V’s hands took hold of yours, gently pressing your palms to the cool metal as he stood behind you.
“Just give me ten seconds of your fear. I'll talk you through it.”
His voice was calm, collected as he spoke into your ear. Even though your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribcage, you nodded.
“I'm right here. You can trust me. I'm not gonna let you fall.”
Your back pressed against his chest as his hands rested on either side of yours, the supple leather of his gloves resting against the sides of your hands and caging your body between his own and the railing. Normally, you'd be two seconds away from a panic attack at this point but for some reason there was a stillness settling into your mind as you allowed yourself to open your eyes. Despite the anxieties, you had to admit the view really was quite spectacular.
“Look out at the lights. Every one of those lights is a room. They're all filled with people living their lives in all their mundane glory, all their own escapist fantasies. But here you stand, towering above them like a god.”
Your fingers tightened, white-knuckling around the railing but not in fear. Instead, you were hanging on his every word and the oddly soothing image he was able to conjure.
“Look down.”
Immediately you froze, once again swallowing hard as a buzzing anxiety welled in your chest but slowly, you felt his arm snake around your waist.
“I've got you. Just tip your head forward.”
“I'm scared,” you whispered, so quietly you weren't sure he could even hear you over the city chaos.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
A pause. The racing in your thoughts kicked up again, making you almost woozy. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you ultimately shook your head.
V’s other hand rested on your shoulder, coaxing you to lean forward just slightly, just enough to see the towering facade of the building leading down to the chasm of streets and cars. The wind tousled your hair, nearly drowning out the usual cacophony the metropolis offered. In fact it was almost… peaceful.
“If anything, anyone, makes you feel small, just remember that you were the one standing here dominating this entire fucking city. And they should count themselves lucky to be in your presence.”
His arm pulled you back slowly, pressing you tightly against him while his thumb stroked against your shoulder. Even more surprising than the fact that you were seventy stories up and somehow hadn't managed to puke was the irrefutable fact that something else was sneaking into your veins. Arousal. Unmistakable, all-encompassing arousal.
“Are you still afraid?”
How the fuck were you supposed to answer that? What the fuck was happening in your brain right now?
“N-no,” you stammered, swallowing hard as you forced yourself to remember to breathe. His hand remained on your shoulder, shifting slightly to rest along your neck. The feeling of leather against your skin gave you an unexpected jolt, and you could have sworn you felt V tense behind you as well.
“I have a confession,” V said quietly.
Oh fuck.
There was clear trepidation in his voice but he leaned in, his mouth hovering beside your ear, the heat radiating from his lips.
“I fucking hate your boyfriend.”
Whatever you were expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Immediately you burst into laughter, with V following suit.
“I mean that guy really, really sucks. You've gotta be with him for his dick, right? Because he's certainly not giving it to you intellectually.”
“You really have no shame, do you, V?” You buried your face in your hands, shaking your head warily. Honestly, if only that were the case. At least it would've given you a viable reason to stick around.
“Christ, so he's not even good in the sack? Why in the hells are you wasting your time with this guy? If you're that desperate for disappointing sex, you coulda called my brother.”
Finally, you turned around, awkwardly shifting yourself to face him, your back now pressed against the railing. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe you were just lightheaded from the altitude, but whatever it was gave you an emboldened rush of brutal candor.
“What I'm desperate for is to get fucked. Properly fucked. Like, forgetting my own name and walking with a limp for a few days. I'm so fucking tired of falling asleep with my vibrator after sitting through another stupid documentary on biohacking bullshit with someone who doesn't even know my favorite color.”
“Midnight blue,” V replied, a little too quickly, a little too confidently. “But only when it has those sparkly flecks of silver in it.”
Really? After everything you'd just said, that's what he latched into? Proof that he paid attention to rudimentary details of basic-
V’s hands reached out, brushing the errant strands away from your face before his fingers traced along your cheekbones. Taking his time, his eyes trailed over your face, carefully examining your features as if looking for a sudden change in your demeanor. Perhaps he had heard what you'd said and was electing to ignore it? Had you truly just embarrassed yourself that badly?
“You trust me?” He asked finally.
“I already told you; of course I do.”
“Then trust me to do this.”
Leaning in, his lips pressed against yours, immediately stealing your breath away. While the kiss was slow, there was a distinct lack of hesitancy, instead he opted to let his mouth explore yours, unhurriedly and measured. Your hands gripped his waist, pulling him closer as you found yourself getting more and more lost as the kiss deepened. V nipped at your bottom lip playfully, his tongue flicking over yours as your mouth fell open, a moan escaping your throat before you even knew it was rising.
The audible proof his effect was having on you bolstered him further and he tangled his fingers in your hair, tipping your head backward as he kissed along your jaw, trailing his tongue to your neck where he sucked roughly at your heated skin. Another moan erupted, a gasping, whining sound that was the culmination of all these things you'd been aching for, every button he somehow already knew exactly how to push.
Forcing himself to detach his moan from your neck with a groan, V brushed his nose against your ear, his breath ragged and strained. You were already a mess, cheeks flushed and lips reddened in a way they hadn't been in years.
“You and I have some obligatory conversations to deliver. But once we're done with them, I'm taking you home.”
Looking up at him, you truly wondered if he meant to stop there, perhaps cautious to move things too quickly. What a fool you were. Just like clockwork, there was that glint again as his fingers tightened in your hair.
“Then when I get you in my bed, you're not leaving until you get everything you've been so desperate for.”
For some reason i've still got Mary on the brain, so how about watching a movie with Mary but things start to turn into something more heated. Mary is a menace about getting handsy with the other person, but actually they don't mind cause they love the feel of Mary's hands on them. Wants Mary anywhere and everywhere on them.
(Would have sent this last night but I started feeling ill)
Hope you're feeling better❤️ my inbox is open more often than not so feel free to send anytime!
Now back to Mary.
🤘🏻🖤
You'd both waited months for this to be streaming. It was the trifecta of your favorite director/screenwriter/actor and with the rave reviews the movie was getting, you could hardly wait for your shift to end before you sprinted back home.
It was no surprise he was already waiting, popcorn in hand, lights turned down low, cozy blankets unfolded on the couch.
"Took ya long enough, älskling. I was gonna start without you," Mary smirked, leaping over the back of the sofa, popcorn scattering as he plopped down roughly.
"I know you're a glutton for punishment but there really would have been hell to pay if you did," you teased back, picking up the loose kernels and tossing them at his head as you settled beside him.
Barely eleven minutes in and you felt a familiar tickling at the base of your neck. Mary's fingers idly trailed along your shoulders but when you stole a quick glance his way, his gaze was fixed on the screen. You returned your focus back to the movie, determined you weren't going to let his lizard brain stop you from making it through to the credits before he pounced on you.
As his arm stretched out, he pulled you in tightly, coaxing your head onto his shoulder. This was nothing new, in fact it was a delightful surprise when you first got together that he was so touch-happy. Any excuse he could find to bring you just a little bit closer. It was possessive or demanding; you quickly realized he simply loved the way you felt against him. And that feeling was certainly mutual.
Resting your hand on his chest, you curled your legs up beside you, tucking yourself even closer. Mary's arm hung limply over your shoulders, his fingers so close to your chest that if you were to take a deep breath...
Once again as if reading your mind, Mary shifted, his hand ghosting over your chest. You let out a quiet murmur at the contact, your body already so easily conditioned to respond to his touch. Letting your hand trail downward, your pinky rested just above the waistband of his pajamas, already tenting with his own excitement.
"This is definitely an improvement from his last one," you commented, trying to hide the chuckle in your voice.
"Oh yeah. Much better atmosphere."
Mary's hand slid down your side to rest on the curve of your ass, giving it a rough squeeze and making you yelp.
"Mary I've waited months for this movie to come out," you huffed in mock indignation, wiggling against his grip. You extended your finger, slipping the digit under the elastic and barely caressing his rapidly hardening length. Suddenly the film paused.
In a head-spinning movement, Mary flipped you onto your back with a triumphant albeit dangerous grin.
Would you add Mary to your fic with Ves? Maybe a cameo? I think she'd break him in the best way ^~^
RRRRRRAAAAAAGGHHHHHH okay someone bringing up my OC is apparently what crack feels like? Idk. Anyway.
This is a really fun idea. I don't know if I would do it in this fic necessarily, but maybe a secondary standalone situation? Because now that you've put that worm in my head, I think the two of them would be equal parts hilarious and deadly. (Also if this is the same anon from ao3 as before, ilysm<3)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
