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rascal-xo · 1 year

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HI!!

Im here to make a Lil chubby ghost request 🙏💕 (your writing is SO good btw)

kinda like a part 2 to sweet indulgences??? So like reader cooks a bunch of baked goods for him and he gains weight bc of it and gets insecure about it and reader reassures him n stuff (make it smutty if you want ‼️)

If you do this THANK YOU YOU'RE A BLESSING TO SOCIETY

Sweet Nothings | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader |

This is a part 2 to Sweet Indulgence but can be read as a standalone <3

Chapter Summary: Being home from the chaos of the 141, Simon basks in his wife’s love language which happens to be baking, leading to a little insecurity.

Warnings: FLUFF, SMUT, insecurities, Domestic!Simon

Word Count: 1.7K

Tags: @whirly-birbs 💛

You awoke up early in the morning, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face Turning your head to the side and saw Simon still sound asleep beside you. You can't help but watch as his chest rose and fell with each long breath he took. You couldn’t help but reach out and run your fingers through his hair,

In his sleep, Simon was at a peace he didn’t know out in the field. He was undisturbed in his rest, laying on his stomach, with an arm lazily draped over your midsection.

You couldn't resist leaning in to press a soft kiss against his forehead, savoring the warmth of his skin against your lips. You pulled back and watched as he shifted slightly, his breathing deepening once again as he settled back into a deeper sleep.

You took a moment to appreciate the peacefulness of the moment, knowing it would be short-lived once Simon had to return to work. You let your gaze travel over his face, taking in the faint scars and the little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that appeared when he smiled.

You remembered the day you met him, the way he had looked at you with those same eyes, your heart swelled with love for this man who had sacrificed so much. Finally, he stirred again, and this time his eyes opened. He looked at you sleepily, his lips quirking up into a small smile. "You’re up early, love," he said, his voice husky from sleep.

You smiled back at him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. "Go back to sleep Si. You should rest.” You said, your voice quiet close to his face. He responded sleepily, pulling you closer to him, and letting himself fall back into the sleep he so desperately deserved.

You let yourself stay cuddled in his embrace for a little while longer before finally deciding to get up. You picked his t shirt off of the floor and slipped it over your body. It reached your mid thighs, fitting you like a dress. It was the way Simon liked you best walking around the house.

Simon being home meant you could spoil him in your favorites of ways, especially baking. One thing about your husband was that he was a sucker for anything you made. It was your language, and who couldn’t want to wake up to the smell of fresh pastries or baked goods?

You tiptoed out of the bedroom, careful not to wake him, and made your way to the kitchen after freshening up. You preheated the oven and started gathering the ingredients for Simons favorite blueberry muffins.

As you put together the batter, you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have Simon home with you for the next three weeks. It was rare that you got this much time together, and you wanted to make the most of it.

Once the muffins were in the oven, you cleaned up the kitchen and headed back to the bedroom. Simon was still sound asleep, and you couldn't resist climbing back into bed beside him.

You snuggled up close to him, resting your head on his chest and listening to the steady thump of his heart. It was slower than a regular heartbeat, like the deep rumble of distant thunder. Each beat was deliberate and purposeful, as if his heart was taking its time to rest and recover after the stresses of being in the field

After a while, the timer for the oven went off, and you reluctantly began to pull yourself away from Simon's embrace to go and check on them. “Leaving so soon?” His voice sounded huskily from next to you.

“Made you something special, for when you get up.”

“Smell’s amazing.” Simon smiled at you as you got out of bed, watching you move with an ease and grace that always left him a little breathless. But as he watched you leave, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity.

Over the past few weeks he’d been home, he had gained some weight, and not that he wouldn’t give anything to be able to eat your food all the time, he also found himself feeling self-conscious about it.

He got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, his eyes drawn to his reflection in the mirror. He didn't like what he saw.

He sighed, running his hands over his stomach, feeling the softness of the flesh there. He had always been in peak physical condition as far as special forces gave him the ability to, but the past few weeks being home had taken their toll on him.

He made his way back to the bedroom and got dressed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You were standing at the counter, your back to him, as you pulled the last of the muffins out of the oven.

You turned around, your eyes lighting up at the sight of Simon. "Morning," You said, holding one of the baked goods out to him.

Simon took the muffin from you, his eyes flickering down for a moment. "Thank you, love" he said, his voice quiet. "These look amazing."

You looked at him, sensing that something was off. "What's wrong, Si?" You asked, your voice gentle. You moved closer to him wrapping an arm around his midsection and looking up to gaze.

“Don’t you feel like I've let myself go, love?” He finally spoke, his voice a little softer. He looked down at you with an expression in his eyes you hadn’t quite seen like this.

You could see the vulnerability in Simon's eyes, and it broke your heart. You took a step closer, your arms going a bit loose around him to get a better look at his face. “Oh, Si, no. I love how you look." you answered instantly.

Simon let out a small sigh, his arms resting on your hips. "I just feel like I'm not as fit as I used to be," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't need to change a thing, Si.“ You repeated again, kissing his stubbled cheek softly. You pulled back slightly, looking up at him, “Besides, I love you like this. Being at home in one piece is a good look on you.” You chuckled.

Simon's expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you." he said, his voice filled with emotion. “My sweet girl.”

You pulled back from his embrace for a second, taking in the morning glow of his face, before reaching up to pull his lips to yours, resting your hand on the back of his neck.

Simon’s lips softly pressed against yours. His hand caressing your hips, as you wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened as your passion intensified. Simon's tongue lightly traced the seam of your lips, asking for entrance, and you eagerly parted allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Your tongues dance together in a slow, sensual rhythm as your bodies press against each other, trying to find a way to be closer than you already were

Simon broke the kiss, moving along your jawline, down to your neck, leaving a trail of sweet, tender kisses. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck to Simon's lips. You let out a soft sigh, melting into his touch.

His hands explore your body, running under your thighs moving his t shirt higher up. He began to lower himself, and you moaned softly as his lips found their from your nipples down your lower stomach, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.

Your hands tangled in his messy hair as he continued to explore your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You felt a rush of desire wash over you as he moved his kisses down to the insides of your thighs, sucking on the exposed skin.

You let your legs fall open, offering yourself to him completely, and Simon took full advantage, his hand bringing your right leg to rest over his shoulder, exposing your heat to him.

You looked up, his eyes now dark with desire. You could see the hunger and longing in his gaze, and it only added to your own desire.

Simon's tongue found its way to your clit, and you moaned as his tongue began to explore you. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You couldn't hold back your moans, your body writhing beneath his touch as he continued to pleasure you. Simon's fingers found their way inside you, moving in sync with his mouth, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Your breathing became ragged as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You arched your back, holding onto the counter behind you. Your fingers digging into his hair as you let out a cry of pleasure. Simon didn't stop, continuing to work his magic. “Fuck, I’m close, Si.” You could barely make out the words.

Simon's eyes were fixed on you, his focus solely on giving you pleasure. He groaned, quickening his pace, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. You were lost in the moment, consumed by the sensations running through your body.

Your walls began to tighten around his fingers, and you knew you were close. Your moans turned into cries of ecstasy.

You came hard, your body shaking with pleasure as you rode out your high. Simon's mouth and fingers stayed with you throughout, never letting up until you were completely spent.

He stood up, his face now level with yours, his lips claiming yours once again. You could taste yourself on him, the sensation only adding to your desire.

You could feel his hardness pressed against you, and you knew that he wanted you just as badly as you needed him. You looked up into his eyes and nodded, silently giving him permission to take you.

He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the couch. You captured his mouth again, “Show me how much you love me.” You mumbled against his lips.

And that he did.

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ramblingoak · 8 months

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On my way in your ask box oakie for the kiss prompt: confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss (if you squint enough it definitely be angst 👀) with Copia

Alright Birb I leaned heavily into the angst but hopefully I made up for it with some extra kissing 😘

Don't Go

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ While trying to convince Papa to cancel the tour you end up confessing how you feel about him...

Warnings: angst, brief (sexy) angry Copia, grinding, fluff, nsfw, 18+ only mdni, 2500 words

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“I don’t want you to go.”

Copia froze at his desk at your words. He opened his mouth a few times but seemed at a loss as to how to respond. You looked back down at your laptop but the words on the screen started blurring together when your eyes teared up. This had been eating at you for weeks now and it should have felt better to say it out loud to Papa. Instead his silence at your confession hung heavy in the room. Finally his chair creaked and when you glanced at him he had set his pen down and was leaning back watching you.

“Cara…why do you say this?”

You took a deep breath to collect yourself, crying in front of him wouldn’t help the situation at all.

“I’m worried, Papa. I’ve been worried.”

His chair creaked again and you heard his soft footfalls as he rounded his desk to come closer. You stiffened in your chair because if he got too close you were afraid you’d throw yourself into his lap wailing. He either didn’t notice your body language or didn’t care because he stepped right up to your chair. His gloved hand rested over where yours was gripping the chair’s arm and he kneeled down to look up at you. You couldn’t help but laugh when he groaned as his knees popped, Copia muttered something in Italian before smiling.

“Look at you, laughing at your Papa.” He clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “There are far better ways to get me on my knees for you, cara mia.”

“Papa!”

It was his turn to laugh and despite how much his comment made your cheeks heat up you rolled your eyes. You needed him to be serious right now! If he started talking about being on his knees in front of you, well…

“Hey, stop thinking those dirty thoughts now and tell me what’s wrong.”

He squeezed your hand while bringing his other one up to rub your shoulder, doing his best to soothe you.

“I think something terrible is going to happen on the tour.” When he gave you a curious look you decided to go for broke. “You need to cancel it. You need to stay here.”

You left off the ‘with me’ because despite how much you wanted to keep Copia at your side you just wanted him to be safe. It didn’t matter where or with who.

“Why do you think this?” His voice was gentle as he spoke but his eyebrows were furrowed like they got when he was confused. “Have you seen something? Has someone said something?”

“Papa, no, I haven’t…no one has said anything. I just, no wait, Papa!” You clutched at his hand when he stood up and took a step back. He didn’t look angry thankfully, but he was certainly confused. “Copia, please, I know it sounds ridicul—“

“Si, it sounds very ridiculous. So what, you want me to cancel an entire tour because you have bad feelings?”

He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms. You ignored the way the fabric of his shirt pulled tight around his shoulders, something you regularly enjoyed looking at, and stood up to face him. With your hand in the air you started to tick down all your reasons for asking him to stay, lowering your fingers as you went.

“I have heard rumors, don’t roll your eyes! Rumors from everyone, both human and ghoul alike. I’ve seen Imperator and Nihil schedule meeting after meeting without inviting you.” When he muttered that he ‘was busy’ under his breath you scoffed at him. “You are not that busy, I make your damn schedule Copia!”

“There are always rumors, always! And who cares if Imperator and Nihil are having meetings together? Do you really want to know what they get up to in her office? Alone?”

Your frustration bubbled up at the teasing tone in his voice and when the corner of his painted lips curled up in a smirk you lost your composure. With a growl you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him. He stumbled back against his desk with a grunt, cursing as the edge dug sharply into his hip. You instantly regretted it, your aim was to keep Papa safe, not lose your temper like a child.

“Copia, I’m sor—hey!”

With a growl he straightened up and stalked your way, grabbing your elbows and propelling you backwards until you met the wall. He planted his fist next to your head and glared at you. Some of his hair had fallen over his forehead, the graying strands in desperate need of a trim. They laid across his eyes, both of them filled with anger.

“It’s Papa, cara mia, Papa. You forget yourself.” You gave him a stiff nod, once more desperately trying to hold in your tears. He sighed suddenly, reaching up to stroke a thumb across your cheek. “I appreciate your concern, but you’ve told me nothing that would even have me consider canceling a meeting, let alone a whole tour.”

“What about your brothers?” When he just raised his eyebrow you decided to keep going. “None of your brothers lasted this long, the Ministry always found something wrong and demanded a change.”

“The title of Papa doesn’t come with an expiration date.”

“Not an official one, but look at what they did to Terzo! Not even Omega knew that was going to happen.”

“Si, because if Omega knew he would’ve stopped it. If anyone had known we would have demanded it happen behind closed doors. Terzo might’ve lost sight of what it meant to be Papa, but he deserves his dignity.”

“And so do you!” The tension in Copia’s body seemed to leave him and he relaxed his posture a bit. He still hovered over you but his anger had at least dissipated. “Do you want to be dragged off the stage in the middle of a song?”

He let out an incredulous laugh and wagged a finger in front of your face as he responded.

“If you think any of my ghouls would let that happ—“

“But what if they want it to happen? What if they’re told to let it happen?”

“You are mistaken, cara. I trust my ghouls, all of them, with my life. Anyone that raised a hand towards me would be eviscerated and probably eaten. Especially if Cumulus got a hold of them.”

Copia’s brow furrowed again when he looked you over, he must’ve noticed your hands had started to shake. You couldn’t help but let your emotions, your fear, take over. It didn’t help with how dismissive he was being. When he took your hands in his own you let out a broken sob, shaking your head angrily to try and get yourself under control.

“Papa please, I know it sounds crazy.”

“Do you? I’m not sure you’re hearing yours—“

“And I know you don’t believe me, I know you don’t see what I see.”

“There’s nothing to see! You haven’t shown me anyth—“

“I just care about you so much and the thought of losing you is unbearable. I can’t stop worrying about you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, cara mia. Except maybe the heat at all these damned outdoor ven—“

“I just wish you’d take me seriously! I wish you’d just stay.”

“Then give me an actual reason to!”

“I love you!” Copia’s mouth fell open and he took a step back, dropping your hands as he went. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest to see him move away but you decided to keep talking. It was too late to take it back anyway. “I love you, I’ve loved you for so long now. Even before you became Papa, before you became a Cardinal!”

“But…all this time? Why did you never say anything?”

You snorted, angrily swiping at the tears on your cheeks.

“Because out of all the siblings and ghouls in the congregation Copia Emeritus would choose me? I’d rather be realistic, Papa. It’s better than being heartbroken.”

“Well, what about me?” When you looked up at him he gave you a gentle smile. “What about my heart, eh?”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

You held your breath when Copia stepped closed again. Only shakily letting it out when he brushed your tears away once more.

“Can I show you how I feel? Is that ok?” You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. “Okie dokie.”

Slowly, so very slowly he leaned in close and pressed a kiss along your brow. He cradled your head in his hands as he kissed you again, a little further down this time onto the tip of your nose. When he moved so his lips hovered over yours you couldn’t stop yourself from whispering his title.

“Papa, I—“

“Copia, per favore. I want you to use my name.” You nodded, your trembling hands coming up to cover his own. His name escaped your lips, barely louder than a whisper, but it made him smile all the same. “Bene. Now, where was I?”

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“Si, I’ve been wanting to for quite some time.”

“Oh.” He pressed another kiss on your nose, laughing when you frowned at him when he moved his head away. “For how long?”

“Ah, probably since my days as a nervous Bishop.”

“Seriously?! Since you were a Bish—mmph!”

His lips were warm against yours as he kissed you. He was gentle at first, like he was afraid he’d scare you off, but your mind was still stuck on him having feelings for you for so long. For as long as you had them for him!

You didn’t want gentle kisses.

Your hands left his and you reached out to grip his vest. With a tug you had him stumbling against you, pressing you back against the wall. His knee slipped in between your legs and you found yourself rubbing against it embarrassingly fast. He pulled his mouth away to sweep his thumb along your bottom lip before leaning in again.

His kisses were hungrier this time, more demanding. You met each swipe of his tongue with your own, nipping him back when his teeth got involved. One of his hands dropped to your waist, kneading your flesh through your top. When the fabric rode up and he was able to press his leather glove against your skin you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away with a groan you felt rumble under your hands.

“Look at you, so needy for me.” You huffed and narrowed your eyes at him, but he just laughed and pressed against you. His hips were flush against your own and your mouth fell open when you felt his hard cock. “Do you feel that? I’m needy for you too. I have been for so long, for too long. I should’ve said something sooner.”

“I should have too.”

“We will just have to make up for lost time, eh?” He ground his hips against you and your head fell back against the wall with a thunk. “I need to show you how much I love you.”

You felt embarrassed when you started crying again, but it felt so good to hear those words. To hear him tell you that he felt the same. With a shaky breath you looked up at him, smiling as you took in his messed up paint and wild hair.

“I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Ah, there’s nothing to be sorry for, amore. But I have an idea that might make you feel better.” You couldn’t help but let your eyes fall down to his crotch, it was only for a moment but by the sound of that dirty chuckle of his you knew he saw it. “Besides that, of course. Although I promise there will be plenty of that.”

“What’s your idea?”

“Come with me.” Your head snapped up in surprise, looking over his features for even a hint that he was joking. “I should have planned on bringing you from the beginning. I’d be lost without my assistant. Without you.”

“Is that, I mean, will Imperator be ok with that?”

“Who gives a fuck what she thinks, I am Papa and I am demanding you come. That is, if you want to?”

You let out a squeal and threw your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Yes of course I do!”

“Bene, you can help keep me safe, huh?” He hissed when you tugged on his hair. “I’d take you as my bodyguard over an army of ghouls any day.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you, not as passionately as before but you could feel the emotion behind it. You tried to convey how you felt as you kissed him back. The worry was still there, but at least you’d be with him. You could keep an eye out when he got distracted by whatever new sparkly jacket he decided to order. After a moment he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours and humming softly.

“Thank you, Copia.”

“You deserve my thanks more.” He huffed out a laugh and kissed your forehead before pulling away. With a groan he reached down and adjusted his pants, biting his lip when he looked at you while he touched himself. “I have big plans, I can’t wait for you to see them!”

“Oh yeah, like what? Are you going to play baseball again?”

“Something better, I promise.”

He mimed throwing a few punches, bouncing on his feet as he did. With a laugh you stepped forward and grabbed his hands out of the air. It was his turn to pout and you kissed his knuckles in an apology for spoiling his fun.

“How about right now?” He raised an eyebrow and you stepped closer, letting his hands go so you could trace the patterns on his vest. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”

“Si, si I do.” Copia leaned his face close while he waggled his eyebrows. “Big ones.”

You snorted when he did a few of his famous “mummy thrusts”, shaking your head at his antics. Your heart ached because you loved him so much, you wouldn’t be able to bear it if anything happened to him.

“Promise me, Copia. Promise me everything will be ok.”

“Better than ok, amore.” He leaned forward to kiss you quickly, nipping at your bottom lip when he pulled away. “Everything will be okie dokie, I promise.”

You nodded, trusting him because you had no reason not to.

“Good. Now…” He groaned as one of your hands slid down to rub his cock through his pants. “How about you show me this big plan of yours.”

He reached down and covered your hand with his own, encouraging you to rub harder. Copia’s eyes met yours as he gave you a wide smile.

“Okie dokie.”

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a-twistedheartslonging · 22 days

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I see the idea of Harpy Hawk Rook, and it’s cool but uh-

Harpy Owl Rook, ever think about this mf being a silent and deadly menace like an Owl?? Mind you he could have an instinctual beef with Crowley and that just elevates his status as a menace.

https://youtu.be/YUlCLi5i3GM?si=TL2ktGilUspbz2l_

Oh god your right.

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Thank you for that vid link, all of it would fit Owl Rook perfectly.

Imagine him just casually doing the head turn thing.

No one would ever hear him coming. Oh my gosh since going to be even more of a terror to everyone. I would love to see him harassing Crowly.

Even better if it's a situation like in the ask about Crowley being protective over Yuu. Your birb dad does not approve, Rook is...unbothered and will continue.

He cannot be stopped.

That bit in the video about owls imprinting on humans that have saved them gives me thoughts though...

#ask #asks #nonhuman au #rook hunt #twst #twisted wonderland #twst rook #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt/reader

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dearlymrme · 1 year

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Te lo meriti! (CopiaxReader)

Summary: A birthday present for my dearest @nocturnal-birb I did my best and hope you like it. This also goes out to all you folks who feel this way and need a Papa’s support and reassurance.

Copia x Reader || Papa Emeritus iv x Reader || Fluff || Comfort Fic || Established Relationship || Poorly Translated Italian || WC: 1716

You stand before Copia’s door with a manilla folder in hand full of official documents for him to sign off on. There’s a few about his next sermon, some to do with the next tour, and notices from the clergy.

You gently rapped your knuckles against his door, loud enough to get his attention while your other hand brushes invisible dust off your habit and straightens the small amount of wrinkles. You wish you had more time to tidy up. Your hair was being very uncooperative today and you had been in such a rush this morning that you had forgone makeup.

You hoped he wouldn’t mind that you didn’t look your best. However, knowing Copia, it’s not because of your makeup that he’s always staring at your face with his dopey lovesick eyes. You smile at imagining him getting distracted again in the midst of paperwork coercing you that neither of you get any work done.

“One minute!” You frown in concern at the sharpness of his voice, even behind the door. He sounds panicked.

“Papa?” You worry and jump when you hear a loud thump and yelp followed by cursing.

“Merda! Ti userò come legna da ardere!” It’s a hard thing to try and hold back a snicker when you hear him muttering curses at the furniture and wonder just what has him so unsettled that he’s bumping into things. You clearly caught him in the middle of something. You wait, expecting him to open the door but there is more shuffling from the other side before it goes quiet and then he clears his throat.

“Come in.”

You grab the handle and open the door, raising a brow at the dark room. The fireplace is out. The lights are off. The shades are drawn. The only light in the room is that from the now opened doorway, illuminating your Papa’s desk but even it is darkened by your own shadow. You tip your head curiously and reach for the light switch as you step into the room and close the door behind you.

For a split second the whole room was pitch black before you flip the switch and the lights came on, revealing…Just the office, but there are multicolored paper streamers hanging from the ceiling and not much else has changed besides the fact that on the coffee table to the side is a cake with candles and two glasses. It’s small but still just enough to make your stomach drop and the implications.

“Cazzo!” You're startled to set your gaze on the man right beside you. Copia, the most powerful figure in the church, your lover, was standing in such a position that he had to have been hiding in the shadow of the door when you opened it.

In his hand is a colorful cardboard cylinder, which he fumbles with awkwardly.

“Wait! Shit. I had this all planned out and-” He curses and you lift a hand to stop him.

“Copia.”

“AHA!”

And then there is a loud pop and glitter goes flying everywhere. You momentarily transfixed on the shimmering flakes as they catch the light and gracefully fall to the floor. The smell of the explosive breaks you out of your stupor and you glance back to Copia’s smiling and expecting face.

You open your mouth but no words come out and he misinterprets this as a good sign.

“It’s good, si? Took your breath away?” He grins and shakes his hands jazz-like to gesture at the cake and candles and streamers.

“I wondered why you never took your birthday off. You never even mentioned it, I had to look it up. Surprise!” He happily cheered. You bite your lip and take a unsteady breath as you walk over and drop the folder on his desk before turning and looking back at the door.

The brief idea of running away crosses your mind and then you look back to the small preparations he made for this and then at him who stands eager for your reaction, you flush with humiliation.

You lick your lip before crossing your arms over yourself and that causes him to drop his expecting smile. He tentatively approaches and begins to worry with his hands.

“Mia cuore, what is wrong? Don’t you like it?” He asked and you shake your head, looking down at the floor and rub at your arms with nervous energy

“It’s not that. It’s very nice Papa-” He flinches at the title because this is meant to be a moment between you, a happy moment, and when you are being happy together you use his name. You are not happy. You wince at your mistake, so clearly giving away your down mood that only goes further down. He worked hard on this, he wants to see you happy, you should be happy he went through all this effort.

“Copia.” You correct but the damage is done and he looks at you with worry and even a bit of hurt in his eyes. You lick your lips again as you try to figure out a way to explain it.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked and you quickly shook your head.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the problem. I don’t-” You gesture and swallow the knot forming in your throat. Your voice goes tight and what you say ends up a mutter in your shame.

“Say that again?” And you take a deep breath, dropping your arms and curling your fingers into fists at your side.

“You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“Of course I did. Today is a special day.” You shake your head and deny.

“No, you shouldn’t have…I…I’m not worth it.” You say, gesturing to the decorations, meager as they may be, he went and took time out of his busy schedule to put this together.

“You probably had so many other things you could have been doing.” You huff a pathetic attempt at a laugh to try and lighten your own mood but fail. “

Hell, I came to deliver you more paperwork. This is a busy time of the year for you, you know.” You clear your throat and then start to babble as you try to distract from the fact that you feel like absolute shit. Because he went through all this effort and you can’t even muster a smile at him.

You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve him.

“You’ve got the new tour to worry about. Assignments from the clergy. The sermons for next week. Meetings with officials from the Norwegian abbey in a month and-” You gesture to yourself.

“I’m like…You shouldn’t have taken time to…You got other things you could be doing than waste throwing me a party.” You snicker wetly and shake your head, “We need to work on getting your priorities in the right order.”

Copia gives a shocked gasp and you can’t even muster the courage to look at him, focused on the floor and the glitter that litters the carpet and will most certainly be a pain for the cleaners.

“Sorry, I’m gonna-” You make a move to leave and are halted as he snatched up one of your hands.

“Cara mia.” He says adoringly, sympathetically, concerned. You bite your lip and sniffle as it starts to strike at your heart. You still cannot meet his eyes, ashamed of the emotion that litters his voice that he’s wasting on you.

“Look at me?” He suggests in a gentle tone and when you still refuse he gently cups you by the chin with his thumb and guides your head up. Your eyes remain on the floor and your cheeks burn. “Amore, please.”

That breaks you and you finally look at him and wince when you see heartbreak in his eyes. It makes you feel one hundred percent worse.

“La mia amica del cuore. You listen carefully.” You nod as a tear streaks down your cheek.

“My priorities are in order.” He explains.

“Getting you to smile, to be happy, to blush and to laugh?” He smiles at you and moves his hand from your chin to wipe away your tears.

“That is one of my highest priorities.”

It absolutely strangles your heart that such a sweet man can say such sweet things to you, of all people, he says these things to you. And the way he looks at you with such a soft expression and concern on his face as he brings your hand to his lips and presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

It makes you choke and flush embarrassedly.

“I think this is a momentous day, you know.” You sniff and don’t resist when he pulls you close before wrapping his arms around you, thumbing your shoulder gently and pressing a hard kiss to the top of your head. “This is the day you were born, mia cuore. And if you hadn't been born I would have never met you.”

“I don’t know who has told you or led you to believe that you're not worth celebrating but I have some harsh words for them.” He clicks his tongue. “Who? Who has told you that you are not worth it?” He asks you and you shrug, neglecting to answer but he picks up the silent clue too well.

“Oh, well then I have some harsh words for you.”

He places another kiss on your head and hits you with what he deems are cold hard facts.

“You are worth it.” He kisses your forehead.

“You do deserve it.” And he tips your head up once more to claim your lips with his own.

“I love you, mia amore.”

“And I will throw as many birthday parties as it takes before you start believing it. I will not rest until I get these tears of sadness to turn into tears of joy.” He promises before claiming your lips again in a sweet peck.

You sniff before wrapping your arms around his chest and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. A tremble runs through you as he glides his fingers through your hair and strokes your arm.

It’s spoken like a promise. It’s kept like a vow.

“As many hugs. As many kisses. As many parties. As many presents. As many as it takes before you see yourself as worthy of it as I do. Anything and everything, my heart.”

#copia #copia x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #ghost band #ghost the band #the band ghost #reader insert #dee writes #comfort fic #@nocturnal-birb

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forestshadow-wolf · 2 months

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Today's bird: the Mourning Dove (@bringinsexybackk69)

During mating season when a male dove is chasing off another male, the female (if mated to one of them) will follow along for the ride (she's just a girl)

They mate for life

When looking for food they can store seeds in a pocket of the esophagus called the crop, untilnthey can find a safe place to digest it

They can fly in speeds up to 55mph

For newly hatched chicks both parents produce what is called "crop milk" or "pigeon milk" to feed to the chicks for the first four days of life

They are able to safely consume brackish (salt) water that si about half as salty as the ocean (much more than we can handle), meaning they can survive quite well in deserts

They're also one of the most abundant and widespread birds in north america

A lot of birds fill their beak with water and tip their heads back to drink, but mourning doves are one of the only birds that don't need to because thay are capable of creating suction

Tomorrow's birb: Tucan

#mourning dove #birds #i like birds #el rambles

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ellathebirb · 1 year

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Oh hi there :D!

Welcome to my lil blog :3

U can call me Ella or Mutlu :P

She/her, muslim and i love birb :D

My English is not very good so I use google translation

I mostly post about ava/m a but sometimes it's just random stuff :P

My sis: @alone-angel2 :3

Oh and I use İbisPaint X

Art request: Close

Character desing: King,Purple,Orcid,Green....

Anddd I love birbbbb :3

Have a good day/night :P

#thank you :3 #art requests #avm redesing #ellanswers #ellarts

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tiger-willow · 1 month

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Philza live-blogging (since the tag is broken) (Spanish edition)

Vengo a casa y veo que Phil está haciendo dungeons de nuevo lmao

MR. REAPER???

Mr. Reaper me está dando vibes de EnderPookie

Supongo que Phil también está buscando cuevas ahora

Phil sigue raiding mierda

UN COLIBRÍ PÚRPURA!!! Me recuerda a Taullah! AHH- LA ECHO MUCHO DE MENOS!! <3

Lo atrapó!! :D

Así que Phil acaba de encontrar la dungeon en la que Luzu murió como 3 veces y se fue inmediatamente. Buena decisión 👍

Ha vuelto el puto Reaper? Hay tantos mobs Lmao

También Chat están diciendo "Reapookie" akdjsksfjdj

no puedo con Chat LMAOO (Enderpookie vs Reapookie)

QUÉ DIABLOS FUE ESE RUIDO? Sonaba como si estuviera diciendo "irse" como si supiera que Phil estaba allí...

Dios, esto da miedo sin ninguna razón... los putos ruidos, hombre! (Esto da más miedo que la Deep Dark y el Warden)

Oh no! Odio esto, Odio esto! SÁCAME DE AQUÍ-!!!

Esto es espeluznante...

Mi hombre es tan jumpy lmao

Que!?!? Qué fue eso?!??

Brb durante 20 minutos

Me fui durante 20 minutos!! Cuándo se conectó YD?

Veo que Philza todavía está haciendo dungeons haha (También mucho para una stream corta, Phil. Desearía que interactuara más con la gente, pero el hombre birb es antisocial)

(Por qué siento que EnderPookie va a volver por más lmao)

Tubbo?? Lmao? "SOY EL ELEGIDO!" Qué coño está pasando haha

Ah mierda, aquí vamos de nuevo… Volvemos a la espeluznante cueva

Bad le envió un mensaje a Phil en medio de la cueva mientras lo atacaban lmao

Qué coño es ese hijo de puta con aspecto de dragón??

Buen trabajo Philza Minecraft, has streamed durante 4 horas sin problemas a pesar de estar enfermo :)

Lo juro- será mejor que terminemos con esta maldita cueva o voy a golpear una pared

Interacción de Philza y bbh! :D

Ah, así que fue Foolish quien le hizo una broma a Phil lmao

(Tag is fixed!!)

#qsmp #qsmpblr #qsmp language week #qsmp month #Qsmp philza #Tiger_Willow posts

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sunnyhoneyshimmermagic · 4 months

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i'm gonna play a kind of dnd in a week with my sis! this is my OC!

Story: He is a chibi bby who's helmet barely fits on him, it keeps wobbling! he waddles when he runs! he was created by Aphrodite (The Goddess of Beauty) and is an angel. He likes birbs, monkeys and kitties! and he dislikes soup, being hurt or sick and seeing his friends be sad. He tries to make friends and he isn't a very good fighter but his "opponents" get distracted by his adorableness and then someone who is better at fighting can take them out OR bbylot can befriend them! (that is the Story of Sir Bbylot!)

basically just me XD

#DND #oc's #oc's art #medieval #bby #literally me #art

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skyauroka · 1 day

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grggrgr SONA REF, ME !!!!! the cooler auroka

iiiiiii have nothing to say, I barely have anything planned for her

She's birb,, some type of pigeon variant I still gotta figure out (because why the hell does a pigeon have that type of tail)

sis got burned in the face because everyone needs trauma, but that actually made her a better person anyways so it's all good. (Otherwise she'd be stuck working overtime as a mailman) ((not good))

also new clothes the last ones sucked

#OC//Auroka #oc art #art #oc #:3 #!!!!!!!#my oc #birb #avian #??????????#yeah sure #my strong girl #:D #oc reference

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rascal-xo · 1 year

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Desire | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader

chapter summary: You and the Lieutenant have some unspoken words between you from your heated moment days before, and sooner or later the tension is gonna snap.

Warnings: Language, smut, fluff, wrap it before you tap it (had to say this because I didn't specify in the fic LMAO)

Word Count: 1.5K

Tags: @whirly-birbs @fiveshelmet @madamemelancholysstuff @myguiltypleasures21 @kiamewrites @merthosus

A/N: This is a Pt.2 to When it Rains, It Pours :))

You had told yourself you would stay away from the Lieutenant after your heat of moment kiss. But promises like that are meant to be broken when you two are the only two on base.

You found yourself busy in one of the smaller armories on base, getting your gear in order. You began with cleaning the scope on your rifle, trying to focus on the task at hand. But your mind kept drifting to the other night.

You were lost in thought when the door to the armory buzzed loudly and opened, and Simon walked in. You could feel your heart rate increase at the sight of him, but you tried to maintain a cool facade.

"Sergeant." Simon nodded at you, going over to one of the shelves of equipment. The sound of the door buzzing to lock went off.

You looked up, and nodded back. "L.T." You both fell into an awkward silence, each of you avoiding eye contact. You could feel the tension between you growing with each passing moment.

You tried to busy yourself with your gear again, but you were acutely aware of Simon's presence in the room, and the tension between the two of you was palpable. You felt his eyes on you as you worked, and couldn't help stealing glances at him, watching as he moved his firearms to the table.

Finally, Simon broke the silence. "Look, Y/N, about the other night..." he trailed off, trying to find the words. You held your breath, waiting for him to continue, unsure of what he was going to say.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if I crossed a line," he said, his voice low. "I know we have a professional relationship, and I shouldn't have kissed you like that."

You felt a pang of disappointment at his words. Was he really apologizing for the kiss? Did he regret it?

You cleared your throat. "It's okay, Simon," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I understand that we both got caught up in the moment."

There was another awkward silence, and you both went back to your respective tasks. But the air between you had only intensified, and it was almost unbearable.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You put down your gear and turned to face Simon. "I'm not sorry it happened." you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Simon turned to face you, and you could see the wanting in his eyes. "It's not a good idea, Y/N," he said, his voice gentle. "This would only complicate things."

"But we can't just ignore what happened," you replied, your voice growing stronger. "I know we have to be professional, but it's not fair to pretend like there's nothing happening here."

Simon looked at you for a long moment, his expression conflicted. "I know," he admitted, finally. "I can't stop thinking about you." You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, and you took a step closer to him.

Simon's eyes met yours, and you saw clearly the desire burning in them. He leaned in closer to you, and you met him half way, now only inches away from his face. "Can't we just give in, Si." Your hands rested on the sides of his balaclava. He let you push it up to right above his mouth and closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss.

The tension that had been building between you finally broke, and you both gave into the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface. As your lips moved against his, Simon's hands found them on your waist pulling you closer into him.

The kiss was intense and electric, and you could feel the heat building between you. It was as if there was no one else in the world but the two of you. You moved your hands up to Simon's biceps, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt. You broke the kiss, gasping for breath. "I want you." you said, your voice filled with desire.

Simon looked at you, his eyes dark with lust. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yes, fuck." you replied without hesitation, and Simon's lips crashed back onto yours with even more intensity.

The two of you were lost in each other, the passion between you only growing stronger with each passing moment. You could feel Simon's hands moving over your body, exploring every inch of you as if he couldn't get enough. You responded eagerly, your own hands moving over his chest and back, failing to ever get enough of him.

He began to trail kisses down your neck and onto your exposed collarbone. You let yourself melt under his touch. One of Simon's hands moved lower, slipping under your shirt and tracing the contours of your back. You arched into his touch, craving more. He broke away from your neck, his gaze locking onto yours before pushing the shirt up revealing your bra, Simon's breath hitched. He traced his fingers over the curve of your breast before pushing the barrier aside, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

He leaned in, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. The sensation was so intense that you couldn't help but arch your back, pressing yourself closer.

Simon's other hand moved to the other breast, his fingers playing with the nipple as he continued to suck on the first. Your mind was overwhelmed with pleasure, every nerve in your body firing at once. You moaned his name, your hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly. Simon pulled away from your breast, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Your so good to me." he whispered before trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands sliding down to your hips. You moved back against the cool wall behind you.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear in one swift motion. You were completely exposed to him now, your body trembling with anticipation.

Simon's hands moved up your thighs, pushing them apart as he leaned in closer, his tongue flicking over your clit. You cried out in pleasure, your hands reaching down to grip onto his hair tightly.

Simon continued to pleasure you with his tongue, his fingers slipping inside of you. The sensation was too much, and you felt yourself building towards a release. "Simon, fuck." you gasped out, but he didn't stop. Instead, he kept his ungodly pace, and you felt yourself shatter into a million pieces, your body convulsing with pleasure.

As you came down from your high, Simon crawled back up to you, his lips finding yours once again. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn't care. All you wanted was him. You played at his belt frustrated when it wouldn't come off quick enough. He chuckled doing it for you in one swift motion and dropping his jeans down.

Simon pressed his body against yours, his hard length rubbing against your thigh. You could feel how much he wanted you, and it only fueled your own desire. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he positioned himself at your entrance. Simon looked into your eyes, asking for permission one more time with a nod of his head.

You nodded back, and he slowly entered you, filling you up completely. You cried out in pleasure, feeling every inch of him inside of you. Simon began to move, his hips rocking against yours as you both sought release. The sounds of your moans and his grunts filled the air, as he held you up against the wall, his face finding a place in the valley of your neck.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge once again. You dug your nails into his back, urging him on. Simon's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper.

You felt yourself falling on the brink of another orgasm, your legs shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Simon pushed you over the edge once again. You cried out his name as you came, your body convulsing around him.

Simon followed shortly after, his own release washing over him. The two of you were left breathless, panting and spent against the wall. Simon held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you both came down from the high of your passion.

You stayed like that for a few moments, just holding each other, before Simon leaned back and looked back and met your eyes. You had wished in that moment you could see his face bare, but the barrier still stood and you respected Simon far too much to force anything on him.

His lips met yours again, gently this time and tender against yours, not yet pulling out. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "We should probably get dressed," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

You nodded, smiling softly. You knew the moment had to end at some point, but didn't want it to be so soon.

Who knew something so wrong could feel so right.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty smut #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #fanfic #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #modern warfare smut #simon riley x reader #modern warfare 2

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