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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 month

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T$$ Drabble: Nothings

cw: violence/beating, adult language

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“Again.”

Metal-crowned knuckles collided with a cheekbone, skin splitting on impact, the sudden change in pressure sending Hunter's hand throbbing throbbing throbbing, drenched in flowers and thorns alike after so many blows.

All he wanted to see was the petals, to focus on the color there, the outline, not the shining red of Sahota's face as the other man sagged in the chair, little wheezing gasps passing his lips, winces twitching in to overpower his stony face.

“Vic,” Hunter tried for what was probably the hundredth time, hating the way his voice shook in his throat. “Vic I think he's done, please, can't we be done?”

The splatter pattern had long stopped swirling, the shapes in its cyclone dropping as if dead, melting on the ground, clinging to his shoes. Hunter held his wrist, squeezing and squeezing, but no amount of pressure would drown out the flowers or the silver or the red swirling up from Sahota like blood in water. His head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it.

Vic was quiet for a long time, and Hunter wondered sickly if he was supposed to answer the question himself, if he was supposed to keep going. Wasn't this enough? Wasn't this enough proof that he could take it? He was standing, he had hurt him, he couldn't keep hurting him.

“I suppose I'd call it good enough, though I can assure you he's far from done,” Vic said at last. His voice sounded like nothing. Not a single fuck given that the guy who was supposed to be his partner and maybe even his friend was sitting half-dead and bloody in the chair. The smell of chlorine still clung to him, now with something else at its edges, stinging like rubbing alcohol. "Let's get going. He still has one more visit scheduled, mhm?"

Hunter's arms were dead weight at his sides. He couldn't move, could only just stand there, his eyes stuck on the floor. Couldn't make himself lift his gaze, not even when it landed on the specks of red scattered around the chair’s legs. That was him, he did that.

Vic wanted it.

Vic doesn't always know what's best.

A shudder ran through him as he looked up and found Vic's eyes on him, a darkness growing in his blue as he waited for Hunter to stop being such a bitch about it and follow orders.

“Hunter? Are you alright?”

I want you to come back.

Hunter choked down his own doubts, swatting at the air as if he could shake away the anxious vines that wrapped heavy around him like snakes.

Did he want to come back? If Vic… if he did this kind of shit? Hunter already knew he did, but not to his own partner, not to someone he wasn't even a stranger to, much less an enemy. Was he just gonna leave him here?

“I… I don't—”

“Come on now, he wanted this. Remember?”

Hunter didn't think he wanted this, but he gave a hesitant nod anyway, his eyes hovering at a spot just past Vic's head. Vic, on his way out, just... just leaving Sahota bleeding behind him, like it was fine, like this was fine.

It wasn't. It couldn't be. It has to be.

He was suddenly seized by the thought of saying no. Of giving Vic a big "fuck you" and turning around and cutting Sahota loose but what then? Vic would hate him and probably kick him out, and then he'd be alone again. He'd have nothing. He'd had nothing before, it wasn't a big deal, but he couldn't make himself do it. Not when obedience felt like the only real option.

Hunter moved to follow Vic out, a guilty gravity sitting in his stomach like hot stones, weighing down every step towards the door. He could hear Sahota's shaky, painful breaths behind him. In and out, in and out.

He didn't look back.

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @clickerflight , @sodacreampuff

#very short but hey #just wanted to get some violence in :)#total$hit$how #beating #whump writing #whump drabble #forced to hurt #reluctant whumper #violence

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egophiliac · 3 months

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BIRD SSR????????????

NOOOO I wasted all my keys on Platinum Malleus, HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME

(I do kinda love that this is officially "Raven Jacket" Crowley though) (does this open up the possibility of a selection of future Crowley fashion cards)

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #eyestrain #(my knowledge of rave attire is very limited i am so sorry)#(to be fair i don't believe crowley knows anything about raving either)#(he's there in a misguided attempt to chaperone/make sure students don't do anything he might be legally liable for)#petition for an ssr of crowley's beach shorts and fedora #anyway i saw the banner and immediately assumed it was going to be another absolutely unhinged no-context episode 7 story card drop #and lost my MIND #and then i scrolled down and...oh it's an event whoops #alas another month without more main story #does this mean more staff cards in the future though? HEY TWST DOES THIS MEAN MORE STAFF CARDS 👀👀👀#are they going to have stories. do we get to see crowley try once again to convince the school board not to fire him. yes PLEASE #god i have NO keys what am i going to DO #i thought i had time to save for sebek's birthday!#but...but our terrible birddad...

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meringuejellyfish · 2 years

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is herobrine behavior/lore not common knowledge anymore .... has the world really forgotten about the 2x2 tunnels .. trees with their leaves all gone ... the sand pyramids in the ocean ... the herobrine shrine that would apparently summon him ... the lost to time brocraft hoax livestream that further popularized herobrine as a concept (of which herobrine was just a painting from a texture pack, later removed to which the streamer would continue to act freaked out until the end) .. the original forum post from sometime in august 2010 that detailed encounters with a pseudo-player in the distance on a singleplayer world which included this screenshot

does anyone even care at all. about a herobrine so small

#minecraft #i cut the forum post contents short because i only enjoy it up to that point #such a fondness for the herobrine myth #it was simple but thats why it worked in the environment of alpha minecraft #minecraft - especially early versions - held with them a kind of inherit loneliness #it was a little barren. only a few mobs with very simple ai #limited amount of items. no hunger #the low render distance fog leading to somewhat of an eerie atmosphere. leaving you to wonder if theres anything else out there #the origins of this myth like. understood how to work with what this game was at the time to create a concept that you know. if you were a #young kid around this era then youd be wondering about herobrine in your own singleplayer world #s #hey remember when they forgot to add ''removed herobrine'' to the change logs #also remember when the community spent hours to find the seed from this screenshot and they actually did they found the herobrine seed

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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That comic that’s like *girl gets pushed into volcano* *girl comes flying out of volcano* “Volcano god says he’s gay, send hot boy sacrifices.” Dp x dc crossover with this premise When

#mads posts #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc #Danny phantom #Danny; irritated as hell about all these very nice ladies being shoved into portals as sacrifices #GOD *shoves woman through portal back to mortal realm* im GAY I don’t even want women?? if they’re going to sacrifice people to me can they #at LEAST be hot guys??#*shoves another woman back into mortal realm* watch your head maam the portal is kinda short. hey. could you pass a message along for me?

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sailor-aviator · 1 month

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Viking!AU where the shieldmaiden says she "will not kneel for anyone". But she does love to kneel for her husband, Viking!Jake...

I was gonna write a one-shot for this, but we’re just going to talk about it instead because I think about it every day ngl probably because this was my area of focus for my minor lol

Imagine being a fierce warrior, a Viking, a shield-maiden. There aren’t many of you, but the few of you that there are command respect from the men around you. You aren’t a stranger to the ways of the rest of the world.

You know that the women of your culture are privileged in many ways, freer. You can choose your husband and divorce him just as easily. You can prove yourself in battle, earning your place in Valhalla alongside your fallen brethren and Odin, the Allfather, himself.

You kneel before no man.

Well, maybe just one.

Your lips pressed gentle kisses along the thighs of your husband, leaving a trail that led right to where he needed you most. His dick stood tall and thick against his stomach, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as you teased him, mouth coming so close only to be pulled away at the last second.

“Please,” he gasped, green eyes falling closed as his head fell back. Your fingers trailed up his thighs, scratching lightly at the skin as you smirked against him.

"What is it, my love?" You rasped, your smirk growing bigger as he let out a desperate whine, "what is it you want?"

"Your mouth," he gasped, eyes cracking open to fix you with a pleading look, lips parted in desperate pants. Your fingers gently wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as he bucked up into your grip. You leaned forward, licking at his weeping tip and earning a low groan.

It made you feel powerful, knowing that this feared and respected warrior was reduced to a whining, babbling mess in your hands. You took him in your mouth, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth until he bumped the back of your throat.

"Fuck!" He yelped, fingers gripping the bedspread in a death grip, one hand flying to tangle in your hair.

"Feel so good, my love," he groaned, hips lifting slightly. "Such a tight, wet mouth. By the gods, I'll never get enough of you."

You hummed at his words, the vibrations causing him to cry out once more, his hips bucking up into your mouth and sending more of his length down your throat.

You kneeled before no man, but your husband wasn't just any man, was he?

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #viking!au #viking!jake hangman seresin #viking!jake seresin #viking!hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #drabble #very short #smut

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idolomantises · 1 year

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ngl, the more I think about it, the more I feel conflicted over how people sexualize my characters.

On the one hand, it would be silly to deny that I don't go out of my way to create aesthetically pleasing/attractive characters because I love to draw what I enjoy, and I love it when people simp for them.

But on the other hand, sometimes it does bother me that people are so fixated on sex and their own arousal that they miss important lore/plot information that I get a bit frustrated

#txt #i dont really mind that people missed the fact that powers had horns but i do have issues with people thinking the scene would lead up to #sex??? lili had a very clearly shocked face but people were expecting them to just. have sex and fall in love #twitter and instagram is pretty respectful to my works but i think webtoons and especially tiktok (good lord tiktok) is where people are #just. like they're not even paying attention because they wanna fuck my ocs lol #its a lot of work to try to give these incredibly short comics decent pacing and dialogue and it sucks when people ignore gestures or #verbal communication because they saw powers muscled chest and went 'oh yeah. its sex time'#i started posting my bugtopia comics to tiktok and these people are so goddamn obsessed with sexualizing everything that i read comments #where people were expecting arachne to peg her FOUR YEAR OLD SON #and its like. hey guys. im glad you enjoy my work but i dont like how you cannot perceive my characters as anything #but something to whack off to #anyways i dont see myself discussing this on twitter because unfortunately people have 0 fucking reading comprehension lol #to this day i get rude messages accusing me of hating people who enjoy lesbian media or finding my characters hot #because i asked people to not call me a fucking f*ggot when i draw to men kissing

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15-lizards · 9 months

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I cannot take the character of Daenaera Velaryon seriously. If you described her to someone and didn’t tell them that she was an ASOIAF character written by GRRM they would just think you showed them your first self insert Mary Sue OC you made when you were eleven.

#asoiaf shitposting #just very unserious work george #‘hey guys this is my new OC Daenaera but you can call her dae for short she has platinum blonde hair and purple’#‘she’s the prettiest girl in the whole world and she’s six and everyone’s jealous of her cause she’s so pretty and cute’#‘and she gets to marry the king who hates everyone but her after his boring first wife dies’

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outofangband · 3 months

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Realized I hadn’t provided you all with Angband era Maedhros ficlets for awhile

content warnings: dehumanization, stripping (non sexual), Morgoth is his own content warning, I had a piece awhile back about the aspects of presentation and display in both Maedhros and Húrin’s torture and this is a nod to that I guess

He wrenched his arm out of the grip of the orc attempting to pin them behind his back, ignoring the fresh burst of pain and the retaliatory smack.

Two Orcs had pulled him along, one gripping his ear so he was bent forward at an uncomfortable angle, the edges of the iron collar around his neck digging into his skin. It could have been worse was his bitter reflection. It was not as though refusal to cooperate could ever be left unpunished here Painful, yes, being tugged him along like a wayward child. But it was the laughter and humiliation that still caused his skin to burn. And as cruel as the journey was, whether dragged along by orcs or balrogs or other dark spirits it was the location that was so dreaded. The doors to that throne room were forever seared into his mind.

Maitimo wants to look up, to face the monster above him but every instinct is screaming at him to keep his eyes closed. He flinches minutely when the chain connected to his collar is dropped to the floor. The echos in the vast hall seem to resonate within him so he sways in place.

“Such a scene thou hast not dared to cause for some time, Nelyafinwë.” The Vala had actually rose from his throne, its voice soft and dangerous, “Far too merciful it seems I have been.” The eyes of the elf are fixed at a spot in front of him where his captor’s hand had previously rested upon the rest of his seat.

He waited in silence for several moments, acutely aware that he was being scrutinized.

The Dark Lord was inches from him now. His words were cold on the elf’s skin. “Strip. Wilt thou be so bold standing bare before me, decorated with mine own symbols?”

He has no memory of obeying. It is only when he feels the burning of shame over still healing wounds that he looks down to find himself indeed bare.

The word carved over his abdomen was plain to see and Maitimo could not say whether it was this the onlookers jeered at or this or the adornments.

“Look where stubbornness lead thy father to,” the Vala is crooning several minutes later. He is much too close. Long spindly fingers examine his ear. A shudder runs through him and the laughter that ensues causes him to double over. Clawed nails in his hair forces him to his knees. A groan of anger escapes his chapped lips.

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The Dark Lord held a long chain in one of his vile hands, pulling slightly on it when the elf wearing the collar it was attached to showed signs of becoming too restless. Maitimo would be sat here for some time now, forced to endure mocking touches and the leers of the generals who visited the throne room. It was only a matter of waiting for the stubborn little elf to lash out at a hand or voice, ensuring his own punishment alongside the humiliation inherent in being constrained as a disobeying hound.

The elf glowers at him, body tensed, warring with itself

“Be a good little treasure now,” Melkor croons, “I wish for the heir of Fëanáro to look as pretty at my feet as his jewels do upon my brow.”

#the silmarillion #maedhros #in the iron hell #melkor #morgoth #short writings #it’s not very good but hey there’s suffering

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kicktwine · 4 days

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i have been. sitting on this since literally december of 2021 and just decided to finish the darn thing. brain tries to fix everything

#my writing #I KNOW... brain timeloop fic is a CONCEPT THAT HAS BEEN DONE V WELL but i wanted to finish her. she's very not standard prose type #and shes very short. anyone else haunted by the goats metaphor. just me. ok #kh #khux #HEY THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH TAG MIGHT BE EASILY MISSABLE I JSUT WANT TO REITERATE. BLOOD #time is a flat line it is unchangeable (dancing emotes)

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hawkeyeslaughter · 17 days

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through heavy , heavy tears : hawkeyes first instinct is to be KIND he’s so much less guarded than trapper and even bj when first meeting people ( even ones he probably won’t like ) he always treats them with respect . i’m going to be physically ill

#i have a headcanon that people were kind of really mean to hawkeye as a kid and this little detail about him reinforces it #he very much gives like . i was weird and left out as a kid but people love me now and i never want to be like those people who left me out #i feel like you see it most heavily with radar but he also does this thing when he steps back when he realizes he’s actually hurt someone’s #feelings .#idk like #he’s not kind ALL the time . like he obviously jokes around a LOT and some of those jokes can be pretty mean and even then sometimes he has #trouble apologizing #but at the same time ( most of the time ) if he realizes something has gone too far he’ll do what he can to express that he didn’t mean it i #in his own hawkeye way #i’m thinking about in ‘ for want of a boot ‘ when trapper calls radar short and radar gets upset about it and hawk’s like #‘ hey you know he’s only joking ‘ in that soft voice #or in ‘ house arrest ‘ when radar gets the platform shoes and hawkeye was like ‘ i was out of line for making fun of you ‘#those are the instances that come to mind but there’s a TON more #idk i just really love that detail about him #that he’s willing to step back and recognize when a joke’s maybe gone too far #he even does it with frank and charles #mash #mashposting #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye

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vynnyal · 6 months

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Hunter my beloved

#Wack anatomy day #rain world #Hunter #art tag #Hey wanna RAINWORLD head canon?#Ppl be like having trouble designing hunter and all #Meanwhile I'm over here like they are DYING do you have any idea how painful that is??#Cycle 20 they literally cannot push their body any further. Like willpower just isn't enough #In short I believe little hunter should look fierce but also very very sick #In other news I'm procrastinating on finishing my hunter run #I need to make it across all of shoreline to the uhhh... what's it called #the deepnest of rainworld #Yeah and I have 2 tries before it's game over.#Might private this at some point if the anatomy bothers me enough but w/e

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honeyynymphh · 1 year

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La Principessa di Papa

Papa IV x Fem!Reader

rating: E

word count: 2k

tags: daddy papa kink, daddy papa dom, praise kink, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, google translated italiano

summary: after days of being sick in bed, you’re feeling restless. But Papa is always there to look after his little principessa.

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You’d been sick in bed for days now. This evening you were feeling much better—perhaps there was still a little bit of a sniffle. So, technically you could have returned to your duties.

However.

Papa’s bed was very comfortable and Sister Imperator had excused you for the rest of the week. Why would you wish to hurry back to your room and listen to Sister Natalie complain about whichever ghoul she was fucking this week? No, you did not want to listen to that—it would probably just bring on another headache. And your bed, while comfortable, was nowhere near as glorious as the one in Copia’s papal suite.

You snuggle further into the bed, a soft hum of contentment leaving your lips as you do so. The bed was warm and smelt of him—all warm spice and hints of leather. It was better than any medicine one of the nurses had tried to shove down your throat. You sighed as you buried your face into a plump pillow, inhaling as you did and revelling in the fact that you could finally breathe again.

Papa had been so busy lately but had still been so sweet the past few days; bringing you tea and soup when he could. Giving you little kisses on your forehead despite your (very half-hearted) protests that he would get sick. He had only chuckled in response and made an offhand comment about only humans getting sick. You had given him a quizzical look but he had merely winked that wicked eye of his at you and sat down at the small desk he had in his room.

Whenever he worked in his suite, he would don his reading glasses. He looked so handsome in them—so distinguished with them perching on the edge of his long nose. Lucifer, it certainly would be nice to have his nose—and his glorious mouth—between your legs right now. You knew he was self-conscious about the glasses (not that he would dare admit it) and so you always made a point to tell him how much you liked them. That and his grey temples. And you were sure he’d been working more in his suite instead of his office in order to keep an eye on you. You smile to yourself at the thought.

For most of the week, you have been so ill you could barely speak but now you were feeling a little restless. And the thought of his face between your legs was making you hot—and it was no fever.

You tossed in the bed and tried to get comfortable, pulling the blanket over your head as you do and pushing your legs against the mattress as you wriggle around again. Copia was again at his desk, he’d been there all evening—the small lamp on the desk was the only source of light. No wonder the old man needed glasses! But you weren’t to disturb him while he was working. You tossed again, thoughts still on his nose and mouth as you pressed your thighs together.

“Dolce, stop writhing around like a worm.”

You lift the blanket up and peek over at him. His face is set in that of concentration, the warm light casting a glow over his demonic visage. He’s wearing one of his old suits—the black one—though he’s ditched the gloves. He’s writing and doesn’t even glance at you. When he pauses to lift a page, you think he’s going to stop for the night but he merely sucks on his teeth in thought and then continues scribbling across the page—muttering something that sounds awfully like, “Terzo, quella spesa eccessiva idiota.”

You roll over again and grab one of the pillows to hug it against you. Maybe you should just tell him you felt better—but you’d been here for days and perhaps he was sick of you taking his bed. What if he kicked you out? He was a very private man and maybe he was tired of sharing his bed with a sick Sister. Though you were sure Papa would have said something, he wasn’t shy when it came to his demands.

But you were so utterly bored now that you felt fine. Bored and restless. And starting to get a little too hot just seeing him sitting over there with those damn glasses.

“Dolce,” comes a warning voice.

Flipping over again to face him, you pout but he still isn’t paying any attention to you. He’s too busy with whatever it is he is working on and so you just sigh and flip on your back to stare at the gilded ceiling. You sneak a glance at him again but he still is immersed in his work and ignores you.

You sigh again, a pathetic sorry sort of whine and you can’t help but smile when you hear the clink of his own being set down and his chair moving across the rug. Soon the sound of his muffled footsteps greets your ears as he comes towards you.

Closing your eyes quickly you pretend to be asleep. Maybe if he thinks you’re having a bad dream he will pay you some attention. You slow your breathing when you hear him approach the bed and try to keep your face as neutral as possible.

“Sleeping?” you hear him ask, a teasing edge to his voice. A hand touches your cheek and you try not to melt into it. “What a pity you’re asleep, principessa.”

A thrill runs down your spine at those words. He only calls you ‘principessa’ when he’s in a certain mood and you are more than willing to play along. You let your head loll to the side, as if in sleep, and feel the bed dip as he sits down next to you. You feel his lips on your forehead as he presses a kiss, lingering a moment as you try to keep your breath slow and even. His breath ghosts gently over your skin as you are enveloped in the scent of him—he must have been drinking whisky at his desk as you can smell it on him. Your sex throbs at the heat and smell of him surrounding you but you focus on pretending to be asleep.

When he leans back you feel the bed shift a little as one of his hands creeps under the blanket reaching for your thigh. You’ve been sleeping in one of his buttoned poet shirts—the silky fabric feeling so glorious against your bare skin, but it feels even better when he pushes it up so his fingers can slowly rub you over your panties. You can’t help but let out a little soft moan but you keep your eyes closed as his fingers keep softly stroking you through the fabric.

You hear Copia breathe out a pleased hum as he pushes your panties to the side so a finger can slide through your wet folds. It’s enough to make you stop pretending and flutter your eyes open.

“Papa?”

His face is above yours, glasses still perched on the end of his nose as a knowing little smile plays on that devilish face. “Feeling better, principessa?”

“A little…” you say, breath hitching as his thumb slowly circles your clit.

“Only a little?” He withdraws his hand. “Maybe Papa should check you all over first, hmm?”

He pulls the blanket down until it’s bunching around your knees. It’s warm in the room but you have been so cosy in bed that it feels cold, you shiver. A hand is against your forehead and you stare up at him.

“You are not hot anymore, that’s good.” His hand touches your neck, fingers gliding down your throat. “Is your throat still sore?”

You shake your head. “No, Papa.”

“Buono.”

You lie there, entirely on edge as he keeps smoothing his large hands over you, occasionally asking how you feel. Is your tummy okay? Is your head feeling better? You relax a little until his fingers begging toying with the waistband of your panties. Your body tenses in anticipation and glance at him.

“What about here, principessa?” he asks, those eyes of his watching you carefully.

“It’s a little achy, Papa,” you murmur, hands fisting the blanket as he runs his thumb along the frilly little waistband.

He gives you a smile and tugs at the elastic. “Up,” he commands softly and you lift your hips so he can pull your panties down and off. “Brava ragazza.”

You try not to squirm when his hands push at your thighs, making you open your legs wide for him, but you can’t help the little noise that escapes you. He moves more firmly onto the bed so your foot closest to the edge is in his lap while the other is behind him as he bends your legs to get closer. You’re completely open to him and he’s staring down at your bared sex with an air of tenderness.

“Your pussy is very pink, principessa, have you been having naughty thoughts?” When his hands move up your inner thigh to spread your slick folds open for him you moan. He merely chuckles. “You have, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Is it very achy, principessa?” There is pressure on your clit again and you hum in response. It’s both a blessing and a curse as it only makes the tension of arousal tighten in your stomach. “Does that feel good?”

A finger slides into your wet pussy while his thumb continues to rub your swollen clit in agonisingly slow circles. You whimper, hands scrabbling to grip the blankets as your body tenses further. A second finger joins the first and you moan out his name while he slowly pumps them into you. His movements are steady and when he curls his fingers deep to tickle that delicious spot within you it has you panting and staring wide-eyed up at him.

“Hmm, la mia piccola principessa?”

You just nod unable to form anything coherent as your walls clamp down in his fingers. It feels so damn good after so many days of feeling utterly awful—your mind too full of delightful pleasure that you can’t think at all.

“Do you like how Papa makes you feel?” he asks again, voice far too calm as you pant and mewl, hips thrusting against his fingers—desperately trying to get more friction as you feel your release nearing closer. “You have to tell Papa or he won’t know how to help his little girl.”

“Yes, Papa,” you say quickly, words tumbling out in one short breath.

He smiles at you affectionately and you can’t help the way you flutter around his fingers. “Good girl,” he coos, thumb now rubbing insistent circles on your clit as his fingers continue to bring you close to the edge. He pressed harder and you cry out a string of unintelligible pleading. “Are you going to come for Papa, principessa?”

You merely nod, brow furrowing as you feel you abdomen tense as your release nears its peak. Copia continues to pleasure you, fingers dancing within you until you finally break—sobbing out your orgasm as you come all over his hand. He doesn’t stop, he merely slows his ministrations—his thumb gently swiping over your swollen clit and making your hips buck.

“Such a good girl for your Papa, principessa.” He leans forward and plants a soft kiss against your temple. “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

Nodding as he removes his hand from between your legs, you sigh in relieved bliss. You feel so tired now, perhaps you were still a little unwell if a single orgasm had you feeling this exhausted. The bed shifts and you close your eyes, murmuring a sleepy, “thank you, Papa,” as you feel him stand. You feel his hands on you again, gripping the shirt you wear and tugging it up. Lazily you lift your arms and sit up a little so he can pull it over your head before you flop back down into the soft mattress. There’s some more rustling of fabric and then the other side of the bed dips and you feel Copia slide in next you. His hands pull you to him so that your head is against his bare chest and you press your face against him.

A contented sigh escapes your lips and you breathe him in. The hairs of his chest tickle your nose but you don’t mind, it’s nice hearing the steady beat of his heart underneath your cheek. One hand is tracing patterns against your skin while the other is in your hair, fingers gently massaging your scalp. He places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Principessa?” you feel the rumble of his voice as he speaks.

“Yes, Papa?”

“Try not to wriggle too much.” He kisses your head again. “Or I’ll give you a reason for your throat to be sore again.”

*quella spesa eccessiva idiota - that overspend idiot

*la mia piccola principessa - my little princess

#very short and not the best but hey!#feeling sick and sorry for myself 😌#my-writing #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia x reader #papa iv x reader #fanfic #copia x reader #papa iv x female reader #cardinal copia x female reader #the band ghost fanfic #fic: la principessa di papa

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 3 months

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the absolutely Vivid reality based chronological dream i had last night. man

#i got a job at like... an automobile warehouse or something?#we had to change a large trucks tires...#and i was sent to get some more from across the block or whatever #and its more complicated than that - there were conversations and interactions with people etc #and i was trying to find it but it was all like... in this corridor shopping mall?#the signs were western themed and listed items that you could get in that store #though i think it was all free?#anyway at some point it opened into a restaurant and i had a friend there who was carrying a plate for people who left prematurely #so i of course started shoveling it into my mouth - free food! but their manager caught us #and i had to be all 'hey i work around here im just lookin for tires and no one was gonna eat this anyway'#it was like... a rice/mango/cream thing...? strange because i dont like mangoes!#long story short i had to go back for the tires bc i wound up forgetting them. something about a dog....#i was too late in getting the tires so i had to go sort rubber bolts instead :/ at least the warehouse was cool #absolutely unprompted #but it was very. linear. and it felt very real. like it was genuinely a place and a job that could exist #like i remember what the outside loading area looked like. the packed restaurant. the corridor. the warehouse. the lockers. the hallway #IF I HAD A BETTER MEMORY I STG I COULD MAP IT OUT #god i love my dreams. they're always plot based and im rarely myself <3

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moveslikekeithrichards · 10 months

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its so hard to talk about how traumatic it is to watch somebody be claimed by dementia without going "well i cant complain because at least i wasnt the one losing my mind (for now)" but that shit fucks you up so much. that ghost is going to haunt me for the rest of my life and all i can do is hope it Stays a ghost

#tiddytaco #b #thinking about it rn bc today while i was driving my mom home from pt #she saw someone she knew from years ago driving & was like FOLLOW THAT CAR & we met them in a parking lot #& the conversation turned to 'hey what the hell happened to your parents' pretty quickly bc our families hadnt been in touch #& it was a long conversation in the hobby lobby parking lot #& idk if itll ever Stop being fresh in my mind but now its Extra fresh in my mind #that whole time period was just so insane & awful #bc it was like Ok we're caring for both grandparents #& then my grandpa died #& all our pets at the time were very old #& when he died it occurred to me that we could easily lose both grandparents and all 3 pets within the year #it turned out to be like a long drawn-out year & a half from the first to the last #& looking back it seems impossible that is was that short a time period bc it felt like an eternity #we got off easy with grandpa bc he died before it got too bad but with grandma it just kept getting Worse #& the climax of the caring experience was traveling to take her to my uncle bc he wanted to take his shift caring for her #& that was so . So bad. SO bad #like it literally could not have gone more smoothly and it was SO bad #just thinking about it i feel like im there again i get so stressed out

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sqlmn · 22 days

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Lightning, water, and fire! Like forever before the plot starts. By the time the plot starts, the lightning and fire deities have been subjected to punishment by the two gods that picked them.

Oh (the fire deity) is first to be punished. They basically decide that since they're going to live for a long time, gotta set some long time goals! And they opt to be the wrath of the gods since most of the other deities are too 'soft' in their opinion. So Oh just. Smites humans. This isn't really a /good/ thing and in their defense mentally, they do it to help Ymber since he's the softest of them all. So their punishment by the gods is to be split in two, effectively halving the power of one into two. (Now they are in a male and a female body and use both male and female pronouns apart since they together make they but apart it feels weird to be they. But prior to the split they use they/them. Also the split bodies go by the names Ohiwe and Ohime.)

Fulj is the second to be punished. She falls in love with a mortal woman and that is a crime according to the gods. Mortals and immortals are not to be together and it will only bring suffering to both sides. So her punishment is her memories of the woman are stripped and her body basically broken to the point she can't remain physical all the time.

Ymber, unfortunately, is the one who blames himself for the discoveries and punishments. If he had only tried to restrain Oh more then maybe they would have chilled out and stopped before being punished. If he had only tried to persuade Fulj to not continue seeing the mortal woman so often perhaps she wouldn't have been punished. So he's just increasing the guilt on his shoulders every day that he remains unpunished since the elder gods have both laid down to rest. They can't enforce their laws anymore and none of the deities are keen on harming one another at this point. They just want to continue existing in peace.

#the daily life of a deity sucks #and then ymber falls in love with a human and is like welp this sucks and i understand fulj now #i also would have accepted the punishment for this #and fulj doesnt even remember the woman she was punished for and doesnt remember how she was before #so she is like hey ymber please just go and kiss the weird human i dont even like him but youre being mean by not kissing him #and ymber is just having the worst time of his life being encouraged by someone who used to be so happy #who he also encouraged to be happy once upon a time #also ohiwe and ohime pop up in the water city to bully ymber sometimes but its still in the way of #dude we like you please grow a spine its been a thousand years please grow a backbone and tell us to piss off #and he never tells them to piss off #also fulj has a long braid here but you cant really see it #and she loves to braid ymbers hair and he gets to braid hers when shes giggling and chatting about love #and a short while after the punishment fulj chops the braid off and ymber is like welp my friend is officially gone #and then he cuts his own hair and leaves to go develop his city alone in seclusion #and he sometimes just cuts it really short because hes still sad and soggy and thinks of fulj braiding his hair #and then she shows up one day when hes debating how long its getting and she smiles #and tells him he looks good with longer hair #so he kinda keeps it a messy short then it gets to be medium and he decides he can survive with medium but he couldnt do long again #but once again fulj is the reason for his life choices (and guilt)#also before anyone asks yes all the deities have a collar #its very important actually that they are collared its lore information thanks #and for what it matters - after oh is split both forms are just as tall #theres just two of them at half power but they are both tall

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