23 // They/She // Polytheistic Pagan // @glitchhghoul on Twitter
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every time i see a animal video and instead of the gentle sounds of nature the audio has been replaced by some cutesy sounding royalty free song i punch a hole through my wall
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Quick Terzo smut?
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If I could ever imagine a better use for those gloves it would be a miracle. The white cotton tastes clean on the tongue and is so filling. Push and press and coax my tongue to the will of his fingers.
"Principessa, there is no need to be such a whore. You know that your Papa will fuck you just the same, yes?"
I moan and rock back onto him, forcing him deeper into me. With the way this week has been, it's still not deep enough. A stifled "Please" coats his fingers.
"So desperate," he coos, his hand kneading at my hip. "Is there something you are not telling me?"
My lips curl around those fingers, sucking the cleanliness from the cloth. I suck until he wrenches my jaw open, dragging his fingers free. He always knew how to whittle in underneath the cracks in your skin, nothing could be hidden that he wouldn't pry out quickly and efficiently.
"You won't be mad?"
The wet glove slipped under the black satin chemise — a gift upon becoming his personal concubine — and ran the slick fabric in a scissoring motion around a nipple, back and forth, back and forth. When I'd least expect it, he'd take it between thumb and forefinger, rolling it as if it were a prized pearl he was considering how to best use.
I think he whispers something in Italian against my neck, perhaps words of reassurance. The syllables were muddy through the noise of anticipation: silence and a quiet keen as he stopped.
"I stole a necklace," I blurt out
"Whose?"
He hasn't moved an inch since he placed me upon the throne of his lap. My inner thighs ache with stretch as his knees spread my straddle further.
"You're mean."
His dark laugh pulls my spine flush to his chest and I resist the urge to fuck him myself. "I never said I was not."
I bite my lip thinking about settling for the mere stretch of his unholy cock. A month ago, it alone could have pleased me. Now I craved putting my hand on my stomach, feeling as it carved so deep in me it's own space that the dominance of my body could be felt in outlines for anyone he might invite back into his bedroom to witness my torture.
"It was Sister Imperator's."
"Oh?" Surprise colored his voice.
"A ghoul caught me and I'm supposed to go to her office tomorrow to receive my punishment."
He shifted his hips enough to taunt at the movement needed. I dug my fingernails in vain against the glossed wood of his desk, letting my hair fall forward to hide my face as I stifled a bratty cry about how unfair he was being.
"I will give you your punishment and take care of Sister Imperator. You have told your Papa the truth, sì?"
"Yes," I lie.
"Good. I would hate to punish my Principessa tomorrow too. Especially during Mass."
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strange omens gather at the end of the street
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A call rang out in distant mountains, beckoning from far away.
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yes he’s my comfort guy but also he’s my weird silly guy he’s my hot rockstar guy he’s my inspiration guy he’s my very special guy he’s my everything guy
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There are voices in the static, strange words whispered down the wires.
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my gift for u this year….. shirtless peepaws
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“See, God still has a plan, and death isn’t part of it anymore. Not for all of us.” MIDNIGHT MASS (2021) dir. Mike Flanagan
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It passed outside your window on a night you couldn’t sleep — a phantom burning black against the house across the street.
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#monsignor pruitt? more like daddy pruitt (3/?)
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soft primo nap time
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