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im unbelievably speechless-
U tickle my pickle. But also any Papa of choice with a mix of: 10, 52, 86?
UwU ywu twickle mwy pwickle đź’š
And here’s some Popia pickle for you too
So I got way more of these prompts than I was expecting. I'll try and do as many as I can, and will post them over the next few weeks as daily drabbles đź–¤
Papa Emeritus iv x afab!Reader || Smut Drabble || NSFW || MDNI || Caught masturbating || Edging || P in V || Wc: 700
[I'll put the three specific dialogue prompts in bold so people know which they are]
"Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can't even take a little teasing, can you?”
Copia is right. You can’t. Not right now at least. But to be fair, you had already been teetering on the edge of imminent orgasm when he’d burst into your room.
His dark leather gloves creak as he tightens his fingers around your wrists – pinned as they are to the mattress above your head. Your hands flex uselessly, still slick with damning evidence of exactly what he had interrupted.
Your mind is reeling. Attempting to process the sheer mortification of having been caught mid-wank by the very object of your masturbatory desires, whilst simultaneously trying desperately to understand exactly what in Lilith’s tits has just happened. One second Papa Emeritus iv had been standing in your doorway, wide-eyed and slack jawed, his dark rimmed gaze locked upon the fingers buried knuckle deep between your quivering thighs. And the next moment, before you’d even had a chance to utter any sort of apology, he’d been stalking across the room towards you with razor purpose, one hand already working at the laced front of his pants.
And now he’s on top of you. Streaked hairs falling forwards to tickle your brow, and paints a sweaty, post-ritual mess as he slides the shaft of his cock back and forth through your soaking folds. Each taunting little rock of his hips has you writhing beneath him, chest hitching with panting breaths.Â
He knows exactly what he’s doing; offering only enough friction to keep the promise of release dangling just out of reach. There’s a dark satisfaction in his dual-gaze that’s so very different from the docile, amiable man you’re used to seeing around the Ministry.
His flushed, leaking glans nudges at your engorged clit, dragging a long, low moan from you.
“Così vocale,” he murmurs appreciatively, “Did you think that no-one would hear you, eh? That your Papa would not hear you crying out for him so sweetly?”
He shifts himself higher, your pinned wrists sinking deeper into the blankets beneath the press of his weight. A desperate little hiccup catches in your throat as his balls press against your sopping cunt, and the hot weight of his cock slides up to rest on your lower stomach.
“You see, dolce? How deep I could bury myself inside you? Much better than your fingers, no?”
Your blood runs molten, and you can barely draw breath before your lungs force all air back out, “Puh–please, Papa please—”
He shifts his hips, and his cockhead leaves a glistening trail down your stomach as he drags himself back towards your pussy. He catches at your entrance, and holds himself poised.Â
Your resolve snaps, but your clumsy attempt to impale yourself upon his length is thwarted when he swiftly transfers his grip on your wrists into one hand, freeing the other to pin your pelvis. Tears of sheer desperation prick at the corners of your eyes, and you squeeze them closed.
“Look at me,” Copia’s command is firm and even-toned, and it has your cunt fluttering around nothing. But you obey. How can you not?Â
You blink rapidly to clear the blur from your vision, and succeed just in time to witness black painted lips curl up into a sinful smirk.
“Molto bene,” he praises, circling a leather-clad thumb into your hip bone, “Now listen to me, and let me tell you what I want.”
“Anything. Anything—”
“Remember how you were calling for your Papa just now?”
“Y-yes, ye—”
Your mouth falls open as he finally, finally sinks inside you, and from your lips tumbles a moan of pure, blissful relief. The inch-by-inch stretch of him ratchets the fever in your veins to dizzying heights from which you’re destined to plummet, and soon.
He begins to fuck you, slow and thorough.
“I want you to say my name like that again,” Copia growls between each long, smooth thrust, “But more than that, Cara mio. I–hng, I wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
You obey.
How can you not?
I'm never gonna recover from this
They’re used to it by now… but it’s still hard…
All right, so the fan fic recommendation is All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 it’s on AO3 and it’s amazing just a warning once you get into it there’s no going back. enjoy! :)
send help. I started this last summer and never finished it đź’€
SO GUESS WHAT IM DOING GUYS????
(should I make a video on me reading this, pls send feedback)
Please pray for me.
What’s the last book you’ve read, what’s the last 5 star book you’ve read, and what’s the best book you’ve read
GASP. I LOVE THIS QUESTIONNNNNNN
The last book I read was, Hockey Girl loves Drama Boy.
That book was okay, I’m used to dark romances or rom coms with a deeper meaning if you get what I mean. Overall I gave it a 3/5, because some parts made me want to cry and throw up!!!
IM NOT GOING TO LIE TO YOU, THE LAST BOOK I GAVE FIVE STARS WAS THE ANCIENT MAGUS BRIDE. I read this series when I was nine, and I was rereading it for giggles pls-
I can’t really pinpoint on what the best book I’ve read was.
I read the Twisted series by Ana Huang, WHICH WAS ALL FIVE STARS.
But if I tried to pinpoint it, it would be A good girls guide to murder by Holly Jackson.
I usually don’t like mysteries, BUT OH MY GOD. I AM HELL BENT ON THIS BOOK. IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY, GO CHECK IT OUT.
Thank you so much for this question, it’s my favorite omg.
TO EVERYONE READING, PLEASE ADD MORE QUESTIONS, IT IS SO FUN. IT CAN BE PERSONAL TOO.
ALSO, IM GOING TO TARGET TODAY, SO BOOK HAUL SOON MAYBE.
OKAY BYE BYE I LOVE YOU
Poems and quotes my therapist would hate - A kind life (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1431653080-poems-and-quotes-my-therapist-would-hate-a-kind?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Secretside_of_bree I've always been fond of poetic and quotes because people were better at putting my emotions in words than me. As I matured I realized that it's never too late to become one of those people. So I became them. And if I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse- Jude Duarte.
Yall should like......... read my poems *wink wink*
[Intrusion]
My uh.. my Brainstorm hc voice.........? Don't ask why I put this much effort into it
looking at yuri dratchet from across the bar with big eyes
dratchet yuri is the only thing keeping me going rn
Omg OK so went to TFNation (great time 20/10) got to catch up with @decepti-geek and @decepticonsensual which is always wonderful and miss them already. DC gifted me with a fabulous fic just left me gobsmacked. DC really is a master for their craft.
Talked about some great AUs with Decepti-geek. I'm always awestruck by how much thought and care they put into their AUs.
Tabled with Rheic (my working account is @CraftyScraplet if you want to have a look) and that is always a wonderful experience. I'll post more about it on my other account.
The thing that left my brain buzzing is how MTMTE/LL would've continued if it hadn't been cancled. I went to the Lost Plots panel and I'm reeling. Bless my friends for asking if I was OK cos it did feel like an actual wtf moment.
(I'm kinda just all stream of conscious at the moment because I can't think of a clearer way to get my thoughts across. I'm so sorry)
The ending for mtmte/LL always sat a bit oddly with me. Rung is my favourite, and while I was disappointed at his death I had sort of been prepared for it. I'd made my peace.
What left a bitter taste was his final wish(don't forget me) and everyone failing horribly at that(YOU HAD ONE JOB) that hurt.
What Roberts had planned was going on a new quest to find Rung...
(from what I remember it involved Rung leaving a key or clue to finding him and the crew would've started to remember him)
I'm gutted. Just arrrgh what could've been! May this info launch a thousand AUs! I've bought the new notebooks he released so maybe there is more info but just that info at the panel left my brain buzzing for the rest of the day.
We don't talk enough about how funny the dreamer shit in ACOTAR is. The IC are all sitting around acting like they're these underdogs when they are literally the government. Wdym you're dreaming of a better world... that's your fuckin job. Get to it, chop chop!
LOOKIN CUTE IN THE MIRROR LIKE
THEN IN THE PHOTO I’M ALL LIKE
HACHACHACHA GIMME YOUR FIRSTBORN
I’ll put all the blame on the hiatus.
okay so I'm obsessed with far cry 5. Would rather die then ever stop loving it but I must say
FUCK THE EXTRA HARD MODE.
I can't get passed the truck level in the very begining ITS NOT POSSIBLE
But I refuuuseee to give up. I neeeeeeeeeeed that deputy outfit damnit
"if you are not recovering you are dying"
Well can we speed this shit up pls?
i don't think anyone that has ever wronged me in my life did a worse offense than Tales of Arcadia's Rise of the Titans movie ending
He has the thoughts of a dog
The delusion is strong with this one
Originally fic art for this wonderful AU haha