#papa throws the first pitch

[copias-cape]

Papa throws the first pitch.

#askdjals his little skip #the bat point #love him #no one does it like him #papa 4 #white sox #the band ghost #ghost #gif #my gif #papa throws the first pitch

[caturrday]

Fuck it we (base)ball

#Papa throwing the first pitch was not on my 2022 bingo card #my art #the band ghost #ghost #ghost fanart #papa emeritus #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus lll #terzo #copia

[silks-up-my-sleeve]

I was tagged by @musicxlover97 and @theweightofstardust

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

The twins and I star in "Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games"

Tagging: @pennylanefics and literally anyone else who may want to join in

#when i saw this tag game the first time my person was a blurry photo of papa emeritus throwing the first pitch at a white sox game lmao #so at least i fixed half of the issue lol the music is always gonna be a weird one #also i grew up loving this song and I'll geniunely never stop

[sinfullyrosey]

Pushing Your Buttons

Lilia Vanrouge X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral, Semi-Public, Misuse of Magic

Got like three people in my inbox asking for more General Lilia, but I don’t do requests and this fic has been sitting unfinished for months now. So, no general fae, but current papa bat using phantom magic to mess with his favorite little, magicless human.~

I just realized I have written a male reader, gn reader, and now fem reader for this old fart. The triangle of smut is complete.

Also, I apologize in advance for my terrible text speech skills. I personally don’t type like that normally and struggle to do so for fic purposes.

You were slowly going insane. Absolutely bonkers. Throw you in a padded cell and lock away the key levels of mad. Couldn’t even concentrate on the simple tasks given to you by that aggravating crow without your mind immediately buzzing from the searing hot sensation between your nether regions.

Simply ignoring it had become impossible by this point. It has been nearly an hour now since it all started and nearly an hour have you suffered at the hands of that old bat. Running all over campus, delivering papers and whatnot, all the while your pussy is being played with like some handheld controller!

Another whine slipped past your clenched teeth once more as a particular spike of pleasure shot through you and made your stomach twist even tighter. You faltered, almost tripping on nothing along the pathway, and decided to stop and steady yourself as those fingers worked at your wet folds.

You heaved a shaky sigh and began to rummage through your school bag for your phone. Pulling it out, your knees buckling when you felt yourself growing wetter, the feeling of something dripping causing you to panic. So far you had been good to keep yourself together and, surprisingly, the fingers had been rather merciful, only occasionally grazing along your slit or palming at your mounds for only a few seconds.

But now they had just gotten bolder and more persistent, lingering longer against your folds, spreading your lips and pressing around your entrance. Sharpened nails playfully raking along your thighs or pinching your skin. At one point they even groped at the spot where your thighs and butt cheeks meet and suddenly squeezed them, making you yelp and startle the hallway full of confused students.

Thankfully, you were in a more secluded place on campus right now, free from the leering eyes of male students as they watched you slowly fall apart.

With trembling hands, you tapped on your messaging app to type up a response to the culprit behind your cruel torment.

‘Lilia plz knock it off’

You waited patiently for a reply. With some relief, you felt the hands temporarily release themselves from you, presumably to type a response back. A break that was short lived, however, as the moment your phone dinged from the incoming reply, you once again felt the hands begin to rub at you. This time, much rougher, and with purpose.

‘Now, why ever would I do that little one? The fun part has just begun.~’

As soon as you finished reading his text, you suddenly let out a pitched moan when you felt his thumb gently press down on your previously neglected clit. Your walls tightened as he rolled the sensitive nub in circles, fingers spreading your pussy open to play with the folds as your whole body shook.

You could definitely feel yourself dripping now, clear slick running down your thighs and soaking the top part of your thigh highs socks. You clutched the helm of your skirt, trying to pull it down and cover more of your front in embarrassment. You were really hating that he had removed your panties earlier on when he first started to tease you. Being so exposed an unable to keep from soaking yourself in your own mess was making everything so much worse.

You typed frantically the best you could while trying to ignore the sensation of his skilled fingers

‘U and ur stupid magic fantom hand thingys are drivin me crazy!!1’

You could only muffle your squeals and moans the best you could, looking around to make sure you were still alone as you stumbled over to somewhere with a bit more privacy. With the insistent prodding and palming of your pussy, you could only find a bench to sit down on to prevent yourself from falling and hurting yourself.

‘Oh, I just love to push your buttons dear! And this little one of yours is my absolute favorite to push and play with! So small. So cute. Just like you!~’

You let out a needy whine as he playfully pinched the puffy bud between his fingers, gently tweaking it and making your body tense up from the delicious sensation.

‘And it elicits such adorable sounds from you too.~’

Your legs trembled and shook as you spread them out more, giving him better access to your needy hole that was just dripping in anticipation for him. Two of his fingers easily slipped past your entrance, pumping themselves inside you at a leisurely pace. Waves of euphoria were crashing down onto you as your vision grew hazy from the pleasure.

The wooden bench was stained from your juices as you continued to leak from where you sat. you clutched onto the bench ends the more that coil twisted and tightened under his ministries. You were panting and moaning as his fingers found that special, spongey spot in you and began to abuse it with each pump.

All your previous responsibilities were long forgotten as Lilia fingered you with his magickly-produced phantom hands. His thumb still pressing and circling your overly sensitive clit as he worked you towards an orgasm.

Your toes were curling in your shoes, head thrown back as you felt yourself slowly approach your much anticipated release. Your body was impatiently bouncing slightly in the seat, moving to meet his own thrusts and pounding harder into your G spot. Your eyes closed tightly, vision blurring, and breath quickening when you felt yourself on the edge of pure euphoria.

And all at once, it suddenly stopped.

The phantom hands ceased their movements, slipping out of your warm hole, leaving your walls to clench along nothing. The coil was left to relax and simmer down, but still tight from the brink of release that was stolen from it. You blinked blurrily, vision still spotty as your head came to the conclusion of what just happened. Your pussy fluttering and still leaking, but empty and unsatisfied.

“Wah-?!” You slurred.

You quickly looked down, lifting up your skirt to see that the hands had completely disappeared. Your stomach dropped, panic rising as you stumbled to reach for your phone that you had tossed aside when you first sat down. Your eyes scanned to see if he had left anymore texts or if he was in the process of typing, only to see it completely silent. Your fingers quickly tapped away in desperation as anger flared within you at this cheeky old bastard.

‘Lilia wat the fuck?!1!’

You seethed as you saw the bubble with three little dots appear, indicating he was typing and very much still around, hands available, yet not putting them to good use. Like giving you that much deserved orgasm!

‘Oh my, just a few minutes ago you were telling me to “knock it off” and leave you be?’

‘Lilia Im literally going to explode’

You could just hear him chuckling at your response from wherever he was right now. You let out a huff, rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of relief, but to no avail, so you gave up. You were just about ready to call him to give him a piece of your mind when another text popped into chat.

‘Best be on your way and finish your errands. Don’t want to keep you waiting any longer now, dear.’

To end off his text and further punctuate his point, he used the phantom hand again to promptly flick your reddened clit, sharp nail scraping against it and sending a sudden shock wave of pleasure bolting to your core and causing you to double over. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you let out a desperate keen.

You glared angrily at his text, a few tears building up from frustration as you aggressively tapped away on your phone. You may be too pissed to call this irritating fae to yell his ear off, but you weren’t angry enough not to send him a few choice words.

‘plz plz plz PLEASE just let me cum already Vanrouge!!1 im horny im stressed and im about ready to make my way to diasomnia and whoop ur old creaky ass you fae fuck!1!!’

You continued to glare at your phone screen, waiting for your annoyingly charming fae lover to respond to your rather childish, but justified outburst via text.

‘Alright, if you insist.~’

Success.

You grin in victory, spreading your legs in anticipation of his hands lavishing you once more and finally rewarding you with the well-deserved orgasm. You felt the phantom hands on your thighs once more, spreading you further.

And then you felt the sensation of something warm and wet slowly lapping over your slit, spreading your folds and grazing over your sensitive clit. You let out a loud gasp, body tensing at the realization of what he was doing.

Your eyes widened as his phantom tongue began its torturous pattern of slowly lapping along your folds, before reaching your clit and sucking on it briefly, then starting all over again. You could feel your juices leaking out of you once more with each suck and lick, your phone dinging with incoming texts.

‘You taste absolutely divine, my dear. Still just as sweet and juicy as last time.~’

He made a point to dip his tip into your clenching cunt, lapping up your slick, then sucking up your release messily. You let out soft moans as your body convulsed under his touch.

‘In fact, I think I’ll enjoy this meal for a little while.~’

It was the sharp sensation of a pair of fangs gently nibbling on your poor clit that finally had you losing your mind as your moans grew louder and body helplessly approaching your orgasm once more. But every time you reached that edge, he would slow down or stop briefly until you settled down once more.

‘After all, you never clarified when to make you cum.~’

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST Smut #Lilia Vanrouge Smut #Lilia Vanrouge X Reader #Fem!Reader #'Are ya winning Lilia?!' #Answer: /YES/

[residentrookie]

jegulus dads ‘i frew up 🧍’ microfic— 1313 words; sorry guys i was brain rotting too hard about this one (cw: mentions of throwing up)

in all his 27 years, regulus has never been a deep sleeper. so when the door to the bedroom creaks open at 3 in the morning, his eyes open with it. the room is still pitch black, and he wonders groggily if boots (their cat) pawed it open when a tiny, weak voice whimpers, “daddy?”

regulus is launching up in bed and turning towards the voice of his five year old son before thinking twice.

“what, baby? what is it?”

at his sudden movement, james shoots up in bed next to him. “—whatisit. haz?” he mumbles, flicking on a lamp and dousing the room in light.

there stands harry in his spiderman jams, hair an absolute bird’s nest and tears streaming from his big green eyes and down his sweet cheeks. regulus’ eyes water instinctively just looking at him. before having kids, regulus never knew what it was to empathize so automatically with someone else— but he felt harry’s emotions right along with him, the joy, the sorrow, and the pain too.

“i—“ harry starts, then sucks in a big stuttering breath, clearly trying to be a brave boy and not cry, “i-i threw u-up.”

at the admission he wails, like he’s just confessed to the most abhorrent sin and will now have to face the wrath of his two loving fathers, who are so light on punishments they sometimes worry harry will end up being the most spoiled brat alive. james and regulus share a quick look, what regulus would consider the “dad” look, before throwing back the covers and rising quickly.

surprisingly, they’ve planned for this. years ago. when they first started dating. james had asked regulus about this very scenario, and after minutes of regulus whining about never wanting children in the first place—so why does it even matter, james— he’d made his position clear.

“i don’t do vomit.” regulus told him firmly. “absolutely not.”

james had laughed. “fine by me. if you only knew how much of my friends vomit i’ve had to clean up over the years. i don’t even blink at it anymore.”

thus the responsibilities of this hypothetical situation were assigned. james was on vomit duty. regulus was on comfort duty.

“not sure i’ll be any good at that either,” regulus had said grudgingly, but james had just smiled knowingly, able to see a future that regulus couldn’t yet imagine.

james makes it to harry first and scoops him up promptly, letting him bury his face in his neck and sob. regulus comes up behind them and snuggles up to harry, kissing his small head and whispering reassurances.

“shhhh don’t cry, it’s okay, haz. does your tummy hurt?” james asks calmly, rocking them all back and forth soothingly.

regulus pulls back and watches harry nod. his cheek is rosy and hot when regulus puts his hand to it.

“come on, baby, let’s go take care of it okay?” regulus tells him, and james deposits their still-sniffling son into his husbands open arms.

“you know what time it is?” james asks, wiggling his brows. harry just sniffs and shakes his head. “time to be superdad,” james tells him, pointing at his faded superman t-shirt. then he gives an animated salute, puts one fist on his hip and the other high in the sky before jetting out of the room with some impressive ‘flying sounds’ that manage to make harry smile a little before he remembers that he’s actually very upset right now. regulus shakes his head at his wonderfully ridiculous spouse and starts towards the stairs, feeling harry’s hot tears gather in the crook of his neck.

after giving harry some medicine, they settle on the couch downstairs, harry in regulus lap and clinging to him. regulus rocks them for a few minutes, letting harry’s breaths slow as he calms down.

“papa?” harry sniffles suddenly, his voice so small.

“yes, sweetheart?” regulus asks, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“we need to have a funeral. like how we did for bobbi.”

regulus blinks. bobbi, harry’s goldfish, had died three days after james brought him home, leaving the two of them to explain the complicated matter of death to their three and a half year old. so harry had a vague idea of the concept and of funerals, though his only exposure has been the meager ceremony they’d patched together and held in their garden. sirius had given a speech and peter had cried.

“what? why?” regulus demands, scanning his son’s face. his bottom lip pokes out as his eyes fill with tears yet again.

“b-because i think i killed hippo,” he wails. “i-i threw up all over him— a-and ron said that throw up is like— like how supervillains spit out the acid and k-kill the good guys—“

regulus closes his eyes briefly, exhaling in relief. he makes a mental note to tell james to cool it on the superhero movies for a while— clearly it’s getting into harry’s head.

“no baby, hippo is fine. he just needs to go for a swim in the wash, and then he’ll come out as good as new.”

harry peels his head back from regulus’ chest, blinking up at home hopefully. “really?”

“really. i bet daddy has already put him in. shall we go check on him just to be sure?”

“yes, please,” harry says, politely. oddly, it makes regulus think of his mother, of how she had demanded her boys to be polite above all else, even in the face of abuse and neglect. james and regulus had done absolutely everything differently, and harry still turned out to be the sweetest boy on the planet. walburga can fucking suck it.

pushing aside the thoughts of his mother, regulus rises with harry still perched on his hip. they walk back upstairs, peeking their heads into the laundry room to find james, metaphorical sleeves rolled up as he hums to himself, rummaging through their linens. regulus truly married the only person in the world who can sing while cleaning up vomit at 3 in the morning.

james turns and smiles at them in the doorway. “my boys!” he says cheerfully, crossing the room to give harry a smooch on the head.

“he’s worried about hippo, darling,” regulus explains. “can you show him how he’s just gone for a dip in the wash?”

“who, hippo?” james asks. “oh he’s great. you know what he told me haz?” he leans forward as if confiding a secret, “he told me he’s been wanting a bubble bath for sooo long and he’s sooo happy he finally got the chance. he even said to tell you thank you!”

harry giggles. “no he didn’t. he doesn’t talk.”

james gasps. “well he certainly talks to me, harry. we’re the best of friends.”

“i thought papa was your best friend,” harry says and james’ face melts into the gentlest smile.

“that’s true, too. it’s a tie between hippo and papa.”

regulus rolls his eyes as harry laughs. they go over and stand in front of the washer. the top is clear, so harry can see all his stuffies (including hippo) swirl around in the sudsy water. after several moments of watching them spin, james nudges regulus, inclining his head towards harry.

regulus looks down to see their baby’s eyes closed, head heavy, cheek squished against his chest.

“his bed has fresh sheets,” james whispers but regulus isn’t quite ready to let him go. he looks up at james with a pleading face.

james, try as he might, has never excelled at being the hardass parent. so when regulus takes their son back into their bedroom, depositing him under the covers between the two of them, james just smiles and shakes his head. they climb into bed and turn towards harry, two parenthesis enclosing the small shape of their son, cradling him and keeping him safe.

regulus sleeps long and deep, one hand laced with his husband’s, the other resting on his son’s dark head.

#i scribbled this like a madman in my notes app so apologies for the lowercase #i just love everything about them #they would be SUCH GOOD PARENTS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #jegulus dads #jegulus #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #oneshot

[slavghoul]

Hello, I prepared some statistics to give you a short overview of Ghost's amazingly successful 2022. It is based on data I collected between 22/12/2021 and 22/12/2022.

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The big Ghost event of 2022 was of course the release of the band's fifth album, IMPERA.

Since March 11, it has sold nearly 500,000 copies, won the American Music Award for Favorite Rock Album and received a Grammy nomination for Best Metal Performance ('Call Me Little Sunshine').

Within the first week of its release, the album reached #2 on the Billboard 200 (ranking the 200 most popular music albums and EPs in the United States) and ranked in the top 20 best-selling albums in 19 countries across the world:

#1 in Sweden, Austria, Germany, Finland, Spain

#2 in US, UK, Belgium, Norway, Netherlands

#3 in Australia, Canada

#5 in Switzerland, Ireland, France

#7 in Poland

#8 in Hungary

#12 in Denmark, Portugal

#20 in Italy

IMPERA is Ghost’s best charting album to date.

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On YouTube, the band amassed a staggering 260 million views. 840,000 people subscribed to the channel this year, which makes up 42% of all current subscribers.

5 most watched videos on YouTube in 2022:

Mary On A Cross (Official Audio) – 32 million views

Call Me Little Sunshine (Official Music Video) – 15 million views

Square Hammer (Official Music Video) – 11 million views

Mary On A Cross (Live in Tampa 2022) – 8.2 million views

Spillways (Official Music Video) – 6.8 million views

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On Spotify, the band amassed 1,285,625 new followers. That’s around 61% of all followers since the band appeared on the platform.

5 most streamed songs on Spotify in 2022:

Mary On A Cross -  193,709,473 streams

Call Me Little Sunshine – 41,108,589 streams

Square Hammer – 29,720,042 streams

Dance Macabre – 26,494,053 streams

Spillways – 24,910,870 streams

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It goes without saying that the viral success of Mary On A Cross on TikTok brought in a lot of new fans this year, but the magnitude of it becomes even more astonishing if you look at numbers.

On this graph, I marked a few events that resulted in a noticeable spike in the number of monthly listeners on Spotify, including the approximate time when MOAC began to gain traction on TikTok. As you can see, nothing, not even the release of a new album, gave the band as much attention as the 3-year old song suddenly raising in popularity on one single platform.

Between end of July and beginning of October, the number of monthly listeners on Spotify skyrocketed from 2.5 million to 12 million. This is a 380% increase.

Although the numbers have been in decline since then, it appears that for the past month they have stayed at a steady 9 million. As of today (Dec 22, 2022) the exact number is 9,110,996. Exactly a year ago (Dec 22, 2021) the number was 1,999,951. A hefty 355% increase in only a year.

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Some other milestones and fun facts:

On June 7, Cirice, Dance Macabre, and Square Hammer were all certified Gold by the RIAA for sales of 500,000 units in the USA. Following the viral success, Mary On A Cross was also certified Gold on November 20.

The band's most liked post on Instagram this year was a video of Papa throwing the first pitch at the White Sox game (273,241 likes).

The episode of Jimmy Kimmel Live where Ghost performed Call Me Little Sunshine was watched by around 1.3 million people.

In September, Ghost reached over 12 million monthly listeners on Spotify and was the 450th most streamed artist globally - that's 450 out of over 11 million!

As of today with over 1.6 billion accumulated streams Ghost is one of the 1,000 most successful artists on the platform of all time (currently #808).

On September 11, Mary On A Cross peaked at #1 in the Viral Hits chart on Spotify in 54 countries across the world.

It was also the highest charting Swedish song on the platform in 2022, peaking globally at #31.

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At this point I think it’s safe to declare that Ghost’s global success reached unprecedent heights this year and even allowed them to officially join the ranks of mainstream artists. With all of the above, 70 completed shows this year and many more to come in 2023, and with media of the likes of The Wall Street Journal proclaiming Ghost “the next generation of arena stars,” it looks like that the band is well on the way to become one of the biggest rock acts of this century. Not bad for a side project started by one Swede in his bedroom somewhere in Linköping. 

Let us hope 2023 will be as devilishly good!

#the band ghost

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader Headcanons Pt 2

Part 1

A/N: So it turns out you all enjoyed the first post and I kept coming up with more ideas so here we go!

Girl dad Rhys back at it again stealing all our hearts smh <333333

I feel like Rhys is really into family vacations! He loves taking time to just relax with his mate and his little shining star, often taking you and the babe up to the private cabin to just get away from the stress of being high lord and high lady. He really believes that the key to having a happy and healthy relationship with both you and your daughter is being “normal” and truly just being himself around the people he cares most for in the entire world.

He is definitely the kind of mate to have a secluded beach house, a quaint cabin in the Illyrian mountains, a cozy cottage in the forests that he personally designed. Ofc there is a huge master bedroom with an on-suite sitting area with a gigantic balcony that has the best views in the entire home. He also designs the perfect room for your babe, even including additional rooms for any future children you may have (which he is quite desperate for). There is a play room with lots of sensory development toys, a library that holds collections of all your and your daughters favorite books from different authors, there is definitely a pool (for late night skinny dipping), and a music room that has the piano and guitars so your daughter can learn how to play.

He adores playing chess with his shining star. She always wins against her 500 year old father despite being only 3. He loves watching her little pigtails bounce as she dances and jumps with glee, teasing her mama: “I won mama, you never win against papa, right papa?” Her chubby cheeks flushing with excitement as she stares up at you with innocent widened eyes. “That’s right my shining star, papa always wins,” his violet eyes glinting with starlight as he sends you a cheeky wink that leaves you feeling flushed all over

The asshole never lets you win, in fact, he always has a stupid sexy smug smirk on his face every time you play against him.

At some point during your relationship, you forced Azriel to teach you all of Rhys’ dirty tricks so you can finally win against him.

It did not work.

Man’s already had you figured out. Watching you with one eyebrow raised and a grin tugging at his lips every time you played a move where you thought you had the upper hand, only for him to end up winning.

It’s okay though… he ate you out for hours as a reward for trying so hard

ANYWAY

I feel like your daughter and Rhys are connected on a deeper level. Like I said, this male adores her. Treats her like a princess. Coddles her to the extreme while making sure she understands her privilege. Regardless… they just understand each other more than you could ever describe. It is that unconditional deep love that he has for her that makes their bond so special.

Any time she has a nightmare? Rhys is already awake and jogging towards her room to bring her back to your bed and let her sleep between the both of you or on his chest.

When she was just a babe, before she could talk, you could swear that with the way Rhys and her stared at each other, they were communicating and could understand each other. They still do that now. It is like they have their own language, inside jokes that end with high pitched giggles and Rhys tickling her and pulling her close to smooch her ruddy cheeks.

There was a phase your daughter had where she would try to sneak into your bed to sleep with you and Rhys. You would wake up every single time she tried, silently watching with a soft smile and bleary eyes as Rhys shush’s her as she stares up at him with her violet puppy dog eyes, “C’mere little love, shh don’t wake mama, s’okay, you can sleep with us tonight,” already leaning down to pick her up under her outstretched arms to settle her between you both. When she crawls in behind you and tries to throw her tiny arm around your waist, you will turn around with a gentle groan and pull her into your chest, tucking her head under your chin and planting a soft kiss to her fluffy hair so she can snuggle into you completely.

Rhysand still struggles to sleep some nights. Some nights, he wakes up gasping for air and clutching his chest, staring at you desperately while you rub his back and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. On these nights though, Rhys is completely content and at ease. When you and his babe are with him, you both are entirely safe. The thing is… he feels entirely safe too. He leans in for a quick peck before scooting forward to cuddle you both into him, almost immediately sliding back into a deep sleep with you both in his arms.

This male is also the most extravagant and outlandish fae you have ever met. This male insists on matching EVERYWHERE. Before your daughter was born, he would have clothes that were specially made for you both so that you could match wherever you went. Now??? This male has you AND your daughter matching with him.

Matching pajama sets??? A MUST

Regular every day wear??? Better be matching

training clothes???

“We are on the same team darling, we have to match,” he pleads as you stare at him exasperated as hell. He will even rope your daughter in, I cannot with him frl… “Isn’t that right my little star? You want mama to match with me and you right?”

And how are you supposed to resist your adorable daughter clapping her tiny hands and clutching at your dress, rocking back and forth on her heels with her violet eyes looking up at you, “Yes mama! Please match with us!” with the largest toothy smile, reminding you how she is growing up too fast

Matching starfall outfits?? Absolutely, without a doubt, its not a want, its a NEED

Male gets weak in the knees when he realizes that you and your babe are wearing your hair in the same hairstyle. He bites at your exposed neck and whisper begs for another babe.

Can we just discuss how adorable your babe is? Her violet eyes and ruddy cheeks that are so chubby every time she smiles with wild hair that can barely be controlled? Her round belly and tiny hands that barely fist around 3 of Rhys’ fingers and her feet that stumble and scamper through the marbled floors with delighted screams as Azriel and Cassian play tag with her. She is your little angel.

All that to say, Rhysand absolutely blows raspberries onto her tummy that results in squeals and laughter that make the stars shine brighter. He also loves to pretend to eat and chew on her toes and feet. They are his favorite “snack” as he likes to tell your babe.

Whenever she falls or hurts herself, she immediately comes running to you with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks and her arms sticking out so her mama can cuddle and kiss away her pain. Obviously a mama’s kiss is healing of all things. Rhys worries like a mother hen, fretting over her paper cut, “Should we call Madja darling?? Are you sure??? Look, she is crying!!! I think we should call Majda. She needs to clear out the clinic immediately so all of the healers can focus on her!!!” And you are just rolling your eyes and smooching away your shining stars tears and her boo boo. After she has calmed down a little, all she wants to do is cuddle with her papa, and he will immediately bring her into his arms and hold her against his chest, his fluttering heart with panic beating under her tiny head while he plants kisses all over her temple and forehead while checking her boo boo and signs of any other boo boos. He will also add his own kiss because, “papa wants to help too little love.”

You wanna know what Rhys thinks is the most adorable thing?? It is when your daughter follows you around and pretends to be high lady because she wants to be exactly like her mama. She drinks her milk from her sippy cup and pretends that it is the coffee that you drink every morning. She bosses Cassian around, forcing him to have tea parties with her to mimic gatherings with other courts, and loves when Mor dresses her up and gets her all dolled up. She loves joining you and Rhys in your shared office and acts like she is “in charge” of meetings, often falling asleep in the chair with her belly sticking out of her shirt that is riding up, milk dripping out of the sippy cup onto the wooden floors as it hangs out from her hand, soft snores while you and Rhys discuss political strategy softly in the background, kissing her head every so often to see that tiny sleepy smile as she shifts deeper into the sofa.

Rhysand has no strength against her. One messily pout from her gets her whatever she wants. Some high lord he is (affectionate in love eye roll)

She wants a horse?

“But darling, it is just a tiny project with 100 stables and 100 horses. It is entirely plausible. My little star deserves to have all the horses she wants”

She wants a pup?

“Okay little love, but we have to convince mama first so make sure you give her your puppy dog eyes okay?” (Smooches her cheeks ten times before settling her on his hip and making his way to your office)

She wants new shoes?

“My heart… she only has two closet collection of shoes… she should have at least fifteen as the future high lady!”

“Rhys she is only four.”

“That doesn’t matter darling! She deserves the best of the best, just as you do.”

She wants a new house?

“Sweetheart, we only have five houses. A high lord and lady can have a couple more. Especially if our shining star wants another.”

“Rhys, she does not need another house. She is fine.”

“But darling…” (whines like a baby until you give in and he builds another home for you)

She wants a sister?

“I think it’s time for another darling”

“You think so?”

“Yes darling, I-”

“I think so too husband.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

#rose rambles #acotar headcanons #rhysand #Rhysand headcanons #Rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #pro Rhysand #girl dad!rhysand #girl dad #Girl dad!Rhys #Girl dad!Rhysand x reader #Girl dad!rhys x reader #Rhys x reader #fluff #Rhysand fluff #Rhysand x reader fluff #this made me soft #girl dad era

[newtonsheffield]

I need more blushing all the way home Molly!!! I wanna see neddy at his papa’s game or amma’s concert!

Oh imagine Neddy sitting on Kate’s lap, cheering loudly.

“Papa! Run!”

He’s wearing a replica of Anthony’s kit, and his chubby little cheeks are rosy from the wind and he grins when Anthony looks up at him, from the pitch, pointing at his son as the game ends. And Kate hands him over the side of the rails so he can stand on the pitch with Anthony while the crowd roars.

And imagine, in the middle of a concert one night Neddy sees his Amma sitting behind the piano just like she does at home, and he likes when she plays music, he likes when she sings to him. So he takes advantage of his Papa talking to Aunty Eddie about his new baby brother and walks out towards her. And it’s only when Kate hears the crowds coos that she realises her son has joined her on the stage.

“Amma! Play!”

Kate throws her head back and laughs, cutting off the song she’d been playing, shaking her head as Anthony scrambled out of the wings. “Neddy Teddy come here.”

She lifts him up and places him on her lap, leaning into the microphone, “Everyone, this is Neddy. Neddy can you say hi.”

“Hi! I’m Neddy.”

The crowd screams as Kate kisses the top of his head with a chuckle. “Should we play a song, Neddy?”

Neddy grinned, nodding, “Play the Papa song.”

“Oh, you like Papa’s song hey?” Neddy nodded and Kate smiled, “I’ll finish that other song in a minute, I promise, but this… I guess shows you what my life at home is like now: I take requests from the boys. So, do you guys mind if we play Anthony?”

The crowd roared and Kate kissed the top of her son’s head again, “Okay, Baby you remember what to do?”

Neddy nodded, putting his hands on the piano, giggling as the first note rang out.

“Neddy and I are going to play the Papa Song now everyone.”

#blushing all the way home #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[emilylprentiss]

papa throwing the first pitch!!

#ghost band #sorry for the watermark i used the wrong recorder but its fine evrything is fine #the band ghost #shut up airi

[multicolour-ink]

Pre Canon prompt:

Mama Mario goes in for her ultrasound and finds out she's having twins.

But when she's shown the sonogram, she sees something that even baffles the technician: how the two fetuses seem to be hugging each other.

She takes the video and shows it to the family, with whatever reactions you want them to have.

And when she comes back for the other ultrasounds, it keeps happening. They may change positions or one may switch to hugging other, but there's always something like that going on.

And then, for the ending, when they're born, I'd LOVE for this to connect to Don’t Let Go, where you mentioned a memory of them seeing each other for the first time.

Request - Non Prompt

Whist I have mentioned I do not do requests, I did want to do this idea very badly, and only if someone sent it as a request. So here we are! Hope you like this @jellyfishinc!

Mentions of babies in the womb and various other pregancy related stuff.

Please note I am not an obstetrician, nor do I know that much about pregnancy or what is normally expected to be seen during an ultrasound, besides what I have read and been told.

Takes place pre-Mario Movie verse.

Mama Mario is called 'Mia' (as is headcanoned by the fandom)

- - -

I've Never Left Your Side

It was quite a joyous occasion, to say the least!

The moment the now soon to be parents had announced that they were expecting, the whole house was filled with the cheers and cries of elation! Marie had hugged Mia, Arthur had burst into tears, while Tony had joked about "getting a hole in one", until his eldest brother had threatened to throw him out the door!

"We must get ready for the new bambino!", said the now soon to be Nonno, who had neither cheered nor cried, but had sat there grinning ear to ear at the news.

Everyone had of course wanted to pitch in. Marie even taking the soon to be parents (and Arthur much to his reluctance) out to the baby stores.

* * *

It wasn't until they had to go to their first scan, at 12 weeks, did things really take a surprise!

"Well", said the obstetrician. "It seems to me everything is looking healthy. And by such wonderful luck, you're having twins!"

He pointed out the two moving shapes on the screen to the still stunned parents. Mia was clutching her husband's hand, her smile instantly wide and tears wetting her cheeks. The man who sat beside her was dumbfounded.

Two babies. Two babies. Who were there as dark shapes on the monitor (later Papa would admit that they looked like jelly beans to him). It was so much to take in.

The obstetrician carefully moved the scanner around on the woman's bump, so the he could get a slightly better look at the twins.

And what he saw made the obstetrician raise an eyebrow. One of the foetuses seemed to be "reaching" for the other, an arm outstretched to the full. The other was also reaching out, but seemingly more timidly. It was as if they were both expecting to hold hands.

""Well, they seem to know the other is there", chuckled the obstetrician. Congratulations you two."

The parents were beaming.

The two hugged each other before they drove back home, and Mia clutched the print of the ultrasound close to her heart the whole way.

* * *

They knew they weren't going to hear the end of it when they told everyone. And as expected, when they made the announcement at dinner, the uproar was tremendous.

Arthur burst out laughing so loud that Marie had to hit him on the back so he wouldn't choke on his wine. Tony spluttered and nudged his older brother.

"Hey he got two holes in one!"

His brother turned very red, and after a quick glance at his wife's expression that told him 'no it wasn't a good idea to consider throwing Tony out onto incoming traffic', he settled down, and informed the family that they would need to get two of everything, and that they would find out the gender on the next scan.

* * *

The next weeks passed by in a blur. Everyone was busy chipping in to provide any necessary means for the babies. As for the expectant mother, she had been surprisingly taking it all in her stride. Despite the occasional nausea and uncomfortableness, she was still beaming through it all. And she would always be rubbing her stomach and talking to the babies quietly when she had down time.

He husband on the other hand, had proven to be quite the mother hen during all this! He would call from work every 2 hours, asking if she was alright, and would promise to bring her whatever she needed. Of course things went a bit too far when he stole the sheets from all of the family beds, and was not able to replace them on account of the fact he had stolen every other piece of bedding from the cupboard.

It also didn't help that his work colleagues had frightened him with tales of their own children's births, and stuff about blood, and other terrifying things that could happen. Naturally they were just playing around, but it had frightened the soon to be father so much, that it took a call to the obstetrician to debunk these ridiculous claims. He had calmed down after that. A little.

He came back from work one day to find his wife sitting on the couch, her hands pressed gently on her tummy, smiling fondly.

She smiled up at him as he came in.

"Come feel", she whispered.

He eagerly came over. Sitting beside her, he gently pressed his larger palm onto her stomach. Instantly, he felt the tiny patter of movement, and his eyes shone.

His wife took a look at the first ultrasound photo.

"Do you think they will get along?", she asked.

He hesitated, unsure how to reply. But before he could think of anything, she turned to him and grinned.

"I think they will", she said. "I think they love each other already.

He husband smiled back and took her in his arms.

* * *

The second, and last, scan was to be more nerve-racking.

"Looks like everything is going smoothly", said the obstetrician as he moved the scanner around.

"This is the baby that will be born first", he said, pointing to the screen. "A bit bigger than the other, but not too much difference."

Then he suddenly frowned.

"That's...a little unusual", he said.

The parents leaned forward. What they saw was an extraordinary sight. The two babies, now at 24 weeks and not yet fully developed, seemed to be pressed against each other. The larger twin, for as tight as the room in there was, had its head angled in a way that its forehead was very close to the other twin's. The smaller twin in turn, was snuggled close to their sibling.

As the three of them watched, the smaller twin began to squirm, almost like they were having a bad dream. But the larger twin (to their astonishment) raised a hand and moved it slowly and carefully against the space near its twin's head. And all at once, the smaller twin became still and calm.

The three adults in the room were silent. Then Mia turned to her husband, and he knew immediately what she was thinking.

"They won't be able to feel each other", explained the obstetrician. "I doubt they are even aware of each other's touch yet. It's more likely the shared space and weight of each other they are aware of."

"Please can we take a copy with us?", the woman pleaded.

"Of course, smiled the obstetrician.

"Would you be able to tell us the gender?", Papa blurted out, almost forgetting in the rush of excitement.

"Certainly!", replied the obstetrician.

He ran some more scans, took some readings, then he turned to the expectant parents.

"Well", he said, his smile gentle. "You two are having twin boys."

* * *

The lead up to the birth was yet another blur. As soon as the whole household was aware that twin boys were arriving, the excitement was even more abuzz.

Mia had taken to spending the last months of her pregnancy making matching hats for her sons. One red, one green. Both with initials for the chosen names the parents (and by extension the rest of the family) had agreed on.

Her husband had come back from work one evening to find her once again working on this project.

"You need to rest", he fretted. "The doctor said you need your strength when...", he trailed off.

"I'm fine", Mia laughed. "I am tired, but I will go to bed as soon as I finish this stitching."

Her husband sat across from her. He continued to watch as she sewed the initial (an M) on the red hat.

"I wonder what they will be like", he said. A smile crept under his moustache.

Mia stopped her work, and put her hand onto her stomach. She closed her eyes, then opened them again with a content sigh.

"I think...they'll have each other."

Her husband frowned. Then he spotted the printout of the last scan lying beside her.

He hesitated.

"The doctor did say that they can't really feel each other. I mean...it is unusual. But one of the guys at work...well he was saying that his friend had twins and...well they didn't get along. They still don't. I mean, they are siblings, they get along like that, but they were different...and..."

"Whatever they are like", said Mia, dragging her husband out of his thoughts, "Whatever they choose to be as people, we will love them. And I know they will love each other."

She held out her hand. She couldn't lean forward now due to her vast stomach, so her husband leaned forward instead, and gently clasped her hand in his own.

She rubbed her stomach again

"I just...have this feeling. I feel like...they know each other already..."

Her husband didn't have anything else to add, and just sat with her in content silence.

* * *

The new papa was crying.

His sons. Their sons, were perfect.

After many hours of labour and frantic panic, they were here. Lying side by side in their mother's arms, sleeping peacefully.

"They're beautiful", Mia cried, as her husband gently stroked his large finger down each of the twin's cheeks.

"And they have each other", her husband smiled.

Both the twins seemed to stir. Then very slowly, they opened their eyes for the first time, and peered at each other.

Neither parent could ever say what kind of exchange was happening between them, but as the babies smiled and took each other in, they seemed to say

"Hi. I know you."

#phew managed to get this done! #figured I would finish this #I apologise it's not my best work #and some of it is flawed #but I hope you all like it #super mario #mario #luigi #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #papa mario #mama mario #uncle arthur #uncle tony #aunt marie #mario family #babies #birth #pregnancy #the bros see each other for the first time and it is wholesome ;_; #request #writing request #writers on tumblr #multicolour ink writes #my writing

[copiass]

Batter Up {Copia x Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,687

Warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, light dom/sub, unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, delay/denial, glove kink

Summary: Baseball Copia Oneshot AKA:

You had fully anticipated what Copia would be like after playing to a crowd, all camera and eyes on him, doing his duty for your Dark Lord. What you hadn't anticipated - was how much you would like it.

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Looking back on it you should have known this was how it would turn out. From the moment Sister put down the phone with that non-descript smirk on her face. From the moment Copia had to leave you spent and sated in his bed to go for that stupid outfit fitting. From the moment you got to this stupid stadium, ushered into a private box left to watch him from afar.

You’d known full well what he would be like after the event. He was the same after a show, pacing and pent up and restless. Seeking you out backstage afterwards to exorcise himself of it by taking you against the nearest wall and emptying his balls into you as deep as he could. Yes, you had fully anticipated what Copia would be like after playing to a crowd, all camera and eyes on him, doing his duty for his Dark Lord. What you hadn't anticipated - was how much you would like it.

Admittedly, at first it had been funny. You had both laughed about it together, teasing at his obvious clumsy nature, questioning what in hell Sister was thinking arranging for Papa to participate in sport of all things. Much to Primo’s annoyance you had offered to help Copia practise his pitches in the Ministry gardens, although that didn’t last long after your quip about “playing with other balls.”

But as the day got closer, in typical Copia fashion, he had started to worry. Pacing in his office, endlessly practising his form in the long gilded mirror in his bedroom, worrying about the weight he had put on recently and those “infernal white baseball pants.” As always you had been there to put his mind at rest, reminding him with sweet nothings in his ear as you rocked in his lap that he was Papa, if anyone could put on a performance it was him .

And what a performance it was. The minute he’d shown up on that pitch you knew you were in for it. The way he sauntered around, hips shifting in those fitted white pants. His jersey fitted and tucked into the belt, showing his build in just the right way. The way his hands deftly handled the bat, wrist flicking as he swung it over his shoulder. Copia liked a challenge when he was pumped up like this, liked to rile the crowd up, and sure it wasn’t his usual crowd but that wasn’t going to stop him. Even from your place in the box you could see how much he was enjoying himself, lewdly gesturing with the ball and swinging his hips as he walked, lapping up every cheer and click of a camera that was just for him . It should have been annoying really, how good he looked even decked out in ridiculous sports gear, just as imposing and splendid as when he wore the cloak and mitre. And he was so good at this, schmoozing and circling with those around him. Drawing people in, keeping them entertained, this is what he was good at.

As always, his eye had somehow managed to find you, up in the box where you were practically pressed up against the glass to watch him. He’d flicked the bat back over his shoulder, pointing the end right up to you with a wink. Your thighs had been pressed together since you got there in a last-ditch effort not to completely debase yourself in public, without Copia anyway. He’d smirked, like he knew, because he always fucking knew how it got to you watching him perform like this. Just as planned he’d managed to throw a decent first pitch, though not without a Copia-like flourish, and you couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride that he had done so well, silently thanking Satanas for his favour. The congregation in the box with you had shared muttered praises, Sister wore something that sort of resembled a smile. Yet you knew who we would come look for first, whose approval he really wanted after that little performance.

That’s how you’d ended up backed into some cramped excuse for a storage room, his already hard cock pressed against you as his tongue licked across yours. His hat had long been discarded, knocked off by you attempting to get your fingers in his hair as fast as you could. On a particularly hard bite into your neck from him you had squeaked, leaving you pressed against the wall with a gloved hand over your mouth, fingers threatening to push past your lips.

“There she is, my piccolo topo , hm?” Copia breathed hot and heavy, pushing you further into the room.

You nodded, frantic, too caught up in the way he was crowding you to even think of responding verbally. He felt impossibly hard now, fabric stretched over him as he rubbed against you almost involuntarily, chasing the feeling of it. He looked even better up close, everything fitted to his form just so.

“ Mmmm - I did not even have to guess where you were Sister” he said far too politely as he pulled back to look at your face that's trapped within his hand, “I could practically smell where you were.” As if to prove his point he takes a breath in through his nose, eyes closing as he takes in your scent. You go to make a noise, admittedly a pathetic one, but his hand closes tighter over your mouth, fabric pressing against your skin.

“Ah-ah” he breathes, “You have to be quiet for me, cara mia , so I can have you before we are caught, si?” He nods almost patronisingly, using his own hand to move your head into a nod with him.

“Good girl.” He chuckles darkly at his own movement, enjoying the feeling of your breath quickening into his palm. Giving in to temptation, he pushes a finger past your lips, eyes watching intently as you do your best to please him and suck it further into your mouth. He moans at that, enjoying how eager and warm and wet you always are for him.

“Did you like Papa’s little show?” He asks, adding another finger to your mouth as he does, watching as your lips stretch around him. You try to adjust, the fabric unfamiliar and rough on your tongue. You nod as best you can with a moan of encouragement, you had a feeling he was going to find out just how much.

He withdraws his fingers with a growl, wiping your saliva onto your own cheek and moves you onto the nearest surface he can find. Once you’re perched nicely for him a low shelf, he roughly shoves up the sleeves of his black undershirt before yanking your thighs up onto his arms. You gasp as your habit slips upwards, exposing your thighs to him.

“mostrami la prova, hm ?” Copia grins as he sees your lack of underwear.

You already know he can see the evidence of just how much you enjoyed his little show, you can feel the cold air hit where it’s smeared across your bare thighs. Yet he insists. As he always does. He kneels down onto the floor, pushing the backs of your thighs open so he can see the whole of you.

Copia lets out a dark, self-satisfied laugh at what he sees, leaning forward and closing his eyes, taking another lewd breath in through his nose as he smells you. His gloved hands keep rubbing circles at the backs of your thighs, closer and closer to where you need him. You can feel yourself leaking for him, feeling flushed and over-exposed, certain you’re blushing for him. He keeps his face close to you, close enough to feel the cool air of his breath where it hits your slick, close enough for it to almost feel invasive how much he’s seeing without actually doing anything about it.

You try to cover your face, suddenly embarrassed, moving to close your legs. Copia’s grip turns solid, squeezing into the meat of your thighs so hard it would surely mark.

“Do not hide, cara mia . Tell your Papa what you want.” As if to prove his point his fingers inch closer to you, the fabric of his gloves teasing at the inside of your thigh. Then he’s dragging his eyes to look up at you again, his own heavy lidded and mouth half open as he waits for you to speak.

“Want your f-fingers, Papa.” You manage to squeak out, trying to keep quiet. The game is carrying on outside, loud fanfare music and the crowd cheering just the other side of the wall, yet it still comes out as a whisper.

Copia grunts, dissatisfied and flattens his fingers and brings them to rub against the whole of you in one go, sweeping your slick up to your clit and back again, the press of his gloves firm against you.

“Sorry? I cannot hear you mia dolce , tell Papa what you need. He is feeling generous today.” He’s using that sickly sweet voice as he carries on rubbing at you, the leather gliding against you in a way that makes it hard to even think. Your apparent lack of an answer frustrates him, and he slaps your thigh hard with his other hand as he strokes you. You jump, clenching around nothing at the sting caused by his fingers.

“Your fingers, Papa please.” You breathe out a little louder, half dizzy from the way he’s rubbing you. He grins, pleased with your answer.

“My fingers? Hm?” Copia starts, still working his flattened hand up and down on you. You nod quickly, eagerly in response, trying not to grind against where you need them most.

He moves up then to be pressed closer, hand still working at you. “But cara mia, these are not my gloves hm? These were a gift -” he starts, pushing one finger into you. You gasp as he starts to fuck you with it, pushing up into that spot he finds so easily. The fabric is strange, different to the other gloves Copia has had inside you, yet not unpleasant.

“Would you have me ruin them? Would you have me send them back covered in the smell of you?” He’s babbling now, lost in what he’s saying and the feel of you clenching around him even through the material. You couldn’t have answered if you tried, too lost in the way he was fucking you, pressing you into the shelf beneath you.

“Maybe I will keep them. Give you another pair to ruin with your cunt as you did the others.” Copia chides as he adds another finger, fucking up into you as you leak into his hand. You can feel yourself getting closer, the feeling of his fingers working you as his other hand grips at your thigh, that pleasant pressure he’s so good at giving you building into something more. Hips circling with his movements, you slide your hand down to rub at your clit, desperate to come after watching him work. Copia makes a sick, satisfied growl as he watches you touch yourself, arching his fingers faster into you. Without thought he bends his head down to meet your hand, sucking and licking between your fingers and clit, whatever he can get his tongue on first. You cry out, the feeling hot and wet and exactly what you needed.

You grip desperately onto the lapel of his jersey, knuckles white as you start to bear down on his fingers. Copia chuckles and starts to move away, fingers cruelly slipping out of you. The noise you make is weak and pathetic, tears threaten to spill over as you grab at him, trying to pull him back.

“Need you to cum on my cock-” he grunts an explanation, past the point of talking himself. He kneels back abruptly, ripping open the belt and zipper on his pants, pulling himself out and stroking roughly, head thrown back. You moan at the sight of him, gloves ruined, sleeves pushed up and uniform thoroughly dishevelled as he jerks himself, his cock red and leaking. You use his momentary distraction to throw yourself forwards, knocking him onto his back as you straddle him.

Copia says nothing, you’re not sure he can, so you lower yourself onto him, eyes locked onto his as you take him all in. You know he likes it when you take him slow, especially when he’s like this, making sure you feel every ridge of him inside you, clenching against him as he throws his head back. It’s a favourite position of his, likes feeling you rut and squeeze against him, taking what you need from him, from his cock. He’s just as pent up as you are after his performance, needing you to help him release the adrenaline.

Once he’s fully inside you pause for a moment, delighting in the way he fills up every inch of you til it almost hurts, pressing at that spot inside when he moves. You pull the rest of your habit open, smiling sickly at the way his eyes watch, licking his lips as he watches your tits bounce as you take him a little faster. His lips go to speak but no words come out, his ability to think cut off by the tight clench of your cunt.

“No more words Papa?” you tease, picking up the pace, ignoring the burning in your thighs. Oh, you liked playing this game.

Copia lets out a groan, incapable of responding as you start to circle your hips.

“What about your pants, Papa? Were they not a gift? ” You smirk, using his own words against him. You take him all the way in, his balls pressed right against you as you speak again and grind down.

“Would you have me ruin these too? Send these back covered in my cum?” You start riding him faster, feeling your own slick drip down his cock and onto his balls. The best Copia can do is grip onto your waist, pulling you down onto him. The sound of the game continues outside, your own ears filled with the sounds of slapping skin and heavy breathing.

“You can ruin these like you have ruined so many others” you grin, thinking of all the cassocks and trousers you’ve sent to dry-cleaning, leaving Copia red-faced when he has to collect it. He groans as he pulses inside you, warning you that he’s close.

“Please cum, mia dolce ” He manages to choke out, “Please use me , use my cock to cum, please I need it” Copia begs, moving his hips to meet up with your thrust as his slick covered gloves start to rub at your clit once more.

As you draw nearer to your orgasm you spit into your hand, moving it behind you to palm at his balls as he fucks you. His body jerks at your touch and he pulses inside you, huffing out breathy groans as he starts to empty his balls inside you. His own orgasm sends you over the edge, letting you milk his cock as you come, that band finally snapping and sending shockwaves through your body.

You carry on riding him, using him until you’ve both finished, the room silent except for the sound of heavy breaths against the backdrop of loud music and cheers. His hand moves from your waist to your back, guiding you to rest on top of him. You gladly follow, feeling warm and sated, enjoying the feeling of being full of him once again. Copia smiles against the top of your head as you nuzzle into his shoulder, just for a moment. You both lie, chest heaving against one another as he strokes your back, enjoying the feeling of you still around him.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence you let out a giggle, laughing at the circumstances that had brought you here.

“What is it, cara?” He asks, laughing now too.

“Nothing.” You start, sitting up to look at him beneath you. “I just liked your outfit. You should keep it.”

#ghost band fanfic #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #popia x reader #copia fanfic #nsft #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia #copia #ghost band #smut

[fourteenrivers-fourteenfloods]

Papa Emeritus IV throwing out the first pitch at the White Sox game!

#I adore his funky little outfit oh my god #ive been waiting all day to see this little man throw a ball and damn he fucking threw that bitch #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #ghost

[cannot-copia]

How I imagine the convo went with the white sox first pitch arranger:

ws: Hey Papa your band is really big rn how about you come throw the first pitch

Papa: ok

ws: Cool, maybe you could wear one of your fancy outfits?

Papa: Nah, im gonna do a cosplay from The Warriors

ws: okkkkk, how about the music? Should we play Mary on a Cross? Call me Little Sunshine maybe?

Papa: 🤔 nah play Spiri- no, Disco Inferno.

ws: … you don’t want us to play Ghost?????

Papa: I’m gonna bring a bat

Ws: you literally just throw the ball????? With you hand???

Papa: I’m gonna rub the ball on my ass and balls too.

#i couldn’t stop laughing when he walked out there and it was 🎶buuuurn baby burn🎶 #idk if it would be funnier for him to have requested that or if they just played it to passive aggressively say he’s gonna burn in hell #if you had showed me a picture of pitcher papa on Monday I wouldnt have believed for a SECOND it wasn’t photoshop #shitghosting

[myladym0rgue]

Burn With Me | GHOST AU

Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader

Cardinal Copia x F!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS: Religious symbolism, arranged marriage if you squint, allusions to sex, some chapters contain NSFW content but will be stated in warnings of said chapter.

DISCLAIMER: This loosely follows the lore of Ghost and is mostly just a story using Ghost characters. Characters written in a sexual nature are 18 years old and over. I have no ties to Ghost in any way and am writing this for fun. Enjoy! :)

Chapter Four

“Wait for me!” He shouts behind you, and you turn around. “What are you doing?” You smile and wait for him to catch up. “I just wanted to check on you. Are you alright?” You shrug, looking down at your feet and sighing. “Oh, nothing. Just a little nervous for tonight, I guess.” You start heading towards the doors heading to the garden, feeling like you need some fresh air. “Well, why are you nervous?” He holds the door open for you to walk through. “I’m not sure. It’s not like he would pick me, I’m too young to be an Emprex, anyways. He has his eyes on Emilie. What’s the point of having this ball if he already has his Emprex picked out?” You run your fingers over the row of Delphinium as you stroll past it. “It’s just tradition, every Papa has to. It gives him a last chance to change his mind, too.” He slowly walks behind you, letting you set the pace. You turn to face him, smirking as his face goes red when you stare at him for too long.

“Everything okay?” He asks. “Have you heard what people say about us?” You slowly get closer to him. He observes every move you make. “I haven’t. What are they saying?” You inspect certain details on his face before walking over to the table behind you, taking a seat in the chair you usually sit at. He stands across from you, anticipating what you’re going to say. His hands are behind his back, and he’s fiddling with the velcro on his gloves. “People say that we’re gonna end up together.” He rocks back and forth on his heels, “do YOU think so?” He shyly asks, not even looking at you. “Maybe, I’m not sure.” You shrug. You pluck the head of a tulip off of the stem in the bunch beside your chair and roll it between your fingers. “That poor tulip, it didn’t even live out its life span!” Cardinal jokingly says. You throw the ripped tulip petals onto the ground in front of you before standing up, brushing off tulip seeds from your lap. Cardinal watches your every move, and his breath shakes when you approach him. “I remember what you said.” You say, slowly closing the space between you two. His cheeks flush red and he almost can’t make eye contact with you. “Y-you do?” He stutters. “Mhm.” You look at his lips, a small smile forming on yours. “Mhm.” You lean in closer to him. “Eh- is this a good idea? You know they’re watching.” He hesitantly says. “I don’t care.” You whisper close to his lips. “Sermon hour has started, everyone please report to chapel.” Sister says over the PA system. You roll your eyes and groan before pulling back. “Dammit, Sister.” You laugh and back away from him. “Welp, that’s our cue.” He lightly chuckles before motioning for you to walk towards the door first. You sheepishly smile before starting to walk back into the building.

You walk in together before smiling at each other and making your way to your assigned seats, completely across the room from each other. Emilie is already seated, giving you a sly smile before resting her head in her hands with her elbows resting on her knees. “What?” You ask, barely making eye contact with her. “How was it?” She asks, squinting her eyes at you. “How was what?” You ask, your voice rising a little too high in pitch. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me. I saw how desperate he was to chase you out.” You roll your eyes, turning forward and slouching down in your seat and crossing your arms, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie through your teeth. She rolls her eyes and looks away from you, running her fingers over the fake leather of her book.

“I bet he uses tongue.”

“Ew, as if!”

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Papa throws the first pitch then his pants just fucking rip

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Emeritus brothers tickle headcanons

A/N: My brain is just one giant trash can and I'm gonna share it.

Going in order!

Primo:

-You're shit out of luck if you think he's ticklish.

-Maybe... It depends on where you're going for. He's not ticklish in your average, everyday places.

-One really shouldn't attempt to tickle Primo at all buuuuuut... It's funny.

-If you wanna make him laugh or get him to crack a smile, go for his top most ribs, palms, ears, and sides.

-He's not that ticklish but those spots work without fail.

-If one can really get him laughing, they find out, he's got a really nice laugh, in fact. Not at all what one would expect from the first Papa Emeritus.

-It's loud- a trait all of the brothers have- but also warm sounding and deep. The man has a belly laugh for sure.

-Doesn't like being tickled but tolerates it, seeing as he is the eldest brother.

-Definitely does not start tickle fights or get involved... But the rare times he does decide he's gonna end one? His brothers or whatever unfortunate ghoul or soul, better start praying.

-Not above poking Copia, if he sees his little bro acting too uptight.

-Has been known to poke Terzo, if he's drinking something because he's an asshole.

-When the brothers were younger and they weren't up by a certain time, all Primo had to say was "I'm counting to three" and the others were up in a heartbeat, seeing as they knew what happened when he reached three.

Secondo:

-Yeeeeeah, he may be a bitter fucker... But he's definitely ticklish and embarrassed as hell about it.

-Switch with lee tendencies with the right person.

-Tickle spots are his ribs, stomach, neck, hips, behind the knees. Knees are his death spot.

-A fighter. He'll kick when you squeeze a knee.

-He'll laugh before one even touches him, especially if one were to hover their hands over his stomach or knees.

-Swears a l o t, when getting tickled. Threatens his ler too but it's empty threats... Unless it's Terzo. Terzo needs to run after wrecking Secondo lol.

-Cackles a lot. He's loud like Primo but Secondo laughing is so rare that one knows it's him, because his laugh is so distinct.

-snorts for days, man.

-Tries to act all scary and intimidating but it's too late after one poke. He folds easier than laundry after a poke to his ribs.

-Goes ballistic with scratches behind the knee.

-Throws stuff at whoever's tickling him.

-Will not plead for mercy. He's too proud for that

-Teasing will get to him. Mainly having his helplessness pointed out to him.

-Fights harder when he's pinned.

-Grabs at the wrists of the one tickling him.

-tries to withhold laughter.

-In contrast to his demeanor, his laugh is very jolly.

-He surprisingly giggles when his hips are squeezed.

Terzo:

-Jesus, where do I begin with this one?

-Definitely one of the more ticklish brothers out of the four of them.

-tickle spots are his ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, calves, and underarms. Calves, hips and thighs are his death spots.

-Dramatic as fuck when getting tickled. Screams about how he's dying and how the one tickling him is killing him.

-His ghouls tickle him allllll the time. Cirrus, Swiss, and Omega are the worst.

-Cirrus can't help but poke and tickle him. She says he's too small and cute for his own good.

-Speaking of which, his height makes him the perfect tickle target.

-Omega or Mountain will literally hold him upside down and go to town on his ribs.

-His laugh is loud and flamboyant. Very vibrant and bubbly.

-Gives the cutest, high pitched giggles, when his stomach is targeted.

-Swears in Italian. Also slips into Italian if he's laughing hard enough.

-Won't admit it but thinks the laughter brought on by tickling makes for good stress relief for him.

-Can be very provocative when he wants Omega to tickle him. He might stretch and reveal a little bit of his stomach.

-hiccup laughs if he's tickled enough.

-kicks and flails quite a bit.

-Hides his face because he's super embarrassed about his laugh.

-Calf squeezes drive him up a wall.

-Any type of teasing compliments fluster him.

-His laughter gets hella squeaky, when his thighs get tickled.

-Won't exactly say no, if the right ghoul or person asks if he wants more tickles.

Copia:

-Easily, hands down, the most ticklish out of the Emeritus bloodline.

-He's ticklish everywhere just about but the stomach and underarms are his kill spots. Thighs will make him squeal.

-Shy about asking for tickles from the right ghoul.

-He does enjoy it, however. He won't admit this easily though.

-He's a tickle target for the ghouls too. Especially Swiss and Cumulus.

-Mountain walks past him, high fives him with one hand, while the other hand boops his stomach.

-Has a loud laugh like his brothers but is more prone to giggle fits and guffaws. He squeaks a lot.

-Cannot handle raspberries, he will become a giggly, melted puddle in seconds.

-Can't ask for tickles but can imply he wants to be wrecked.

-His rats crawl down his cassock or robes constantly. He always needs help getting one out, before he dies from giggling.

-If Cirrus hears him giggle, she's like a shark. She'll poke him just so she can see him smile.

-Gets so flustered and giggly when teased. Hides his face a lot.

-How Swiss nearly got launched into orbit: He monched Copia's tummy.

-His rats will playfully nibble at his ears and that makes him snort.

-Despite being small, Terzo takes his role of older brother seriously and that means wrecking Copia's shit.

-Can't stand being called cute or anything like that.

-When he becomes Papa, gets stressed easier and often needs to tickles to raise his spirits.

A/N: And there's the trash!

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