#claudia cardinal

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Romeo for @lapontoart💕😌 Love his design a lot! ;w;

[manwalksintobar]

American Light  // Claudia Rankine

Cardinals land

on a branch, female and male. The sky shivers in puddles created of night rain. Speckled particles dance in a path of light, so it seems it doesn't matter what's in the road. Then the shadow of a black oak leans forward like a wounded man.

The lit landscape conceives a shadow, its face dark, wide-open, its eyes bloodshot from what had come before.

...

In the lit landscape, in its peeled back places, making the space uncomfortable, representing no fault in the self is a shadow of a gesture of wanting, coveting the American light.

A shadow on ships, in fields for years, for centuries even, in heat colored by strokes of red, against the blue-white light-and in it I realize I recognize myself.

...

And still the light fills wind-tossed branches, makes clouds iridescent islands in the sky. And still the same light (for nothing in nature is private) insists on a shadow in the road.

...

I step into my shadow as if not to take it anymore, and wonder where I am going.

Sweet sad shadow, sun charred on the open road, I don't want any trouble, don't wish to be troubled, but when the sun goes down on this aged, dirt road, will I end in dark woods, or make it home?

[her-satanic-wiles]

Guess Who?

Papa Emeriti I, II, III & Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader

Game night takes a turn when you end up blindfolded and tied on the table, at the mercy of all of your beloved Papas. The name of the game: figure out who’s touching you. You win: you cum. They win: they use your body however they see fit.

For @da-rulah, because I sent her a scenario that hurt her wittle feewings, and so now I’m facing the consequences of my actions. I hope you enjoy, Bee. ✌🏻😘

Masterlist

Words: 9.2k.

Reading Time: 37 min.

Warnings: aftercare, alluded/implied sex work, anal play, biting, bondage (using a rope), breath play, breeding, bukkake, choking, cream pie, cum eating, cunnilingus, degradation, fellatio, fingering, finger sucking, free use, gang bang, groping, MMFMM, objectification, plus size!reader, PIV sex, praise, premature ejaculation, pussy slapping, rope play, rough sex, running a train, sensory depravation (blindfold), skull fucking, spit-roasting, squirting, tag teaming, talking about you as if you weren’t there, tickle kink (if you squint), unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it folks), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex,

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Game night was usually a night reserved for only the brothers Emeritus, who usually enjoyed card games with only the three players. Every week without fail, the three men would gather in the wine cellar of the Ministry and play cutthroat games of Uno while drinking bottles of the Ministry’s finest by candlelight. It wasn’t often they’d invite a fourth in, rarely finding a person close enough to all three of them that they’d be able to relax and have fun with. But it wasn’t unheard of. Which is why the decision was unanimous when your name was thrown into the middle.

You were the favourite of all the Papas and the whole Ministry knew it. You were their closest friend and companion, the one who had the most in common with them and compassion for them. The one who made them feel the best both in and out of the bedroom. Yes, okay, the relationship you had with them all was… unique. It wasn’t often in any part of the world that brothers would share a woman and be happy doing so. But if it worked for all of you, you’d hardly say no. There was something so deliciously degrading about being passed around the Ministry’s highest ranking men like a commodity to be shared - as though you were nothing more than an object. It was so delicious because it wasn’t true. Of all the people you’d been with during your time at the Ministry, no one had treated you more kindly, more respectfully, and prioritised your pleasure quite like the Emeritus brothers. And so, almost every evening, you’d find yourself ‘rented’ for the night, and would end up tangled in the sheets with one of the Papas. And every time you needed to perform a ritual, it was always to one of them you’d call.

They’d tried getting you in on game night a few times before, but it just so happened that you were usually busy and had made plans before they’d been able to ask. How popular could one person be?

It turned out you didn’t have so many friends that they all kept you busy, rather you had one friend who took up most of your time away from the three Papas: Cardinal Copia. The Cardinal had inadvertently kept you all to himself mostly because you were his closest friend. Copia was the kind of man to put all his effort into one relationship rather than several, which meant you were the only one of his friends he wanted to spend time with. As that was the case, he had taken up so much of your free time, he made it impossible for the Papas to pin you down and drag you to game night. So, they dragged the bumbling Cardinal to game night, too.

The five of you were hunched round an aged table, the thing losing its integrity from the little upkeep that was done to it over the years. The layers of stain and paint gave it a more plastic feel, and one of the legs was propped up with the King James’ Bible, the book itself dirty from years of shoes resting on it. Clockwise, Primo headed the table, followed by Copia, You, Terzo and ending with Secondo. You only had two cards left, and felt smug at that. The closest person to you was Secondo, who had 3 cards. Everyone else was five cards or, in Copia’s case, much more. The typical banter and shit-talk ensued, you teasing Terzo about how you were going to win, Primo constantly pulling the cheapest moves like adding +2 cards or reversing so that Copia would have to draw more or wouldn’t get to play. Copia promising violent vengeance every time Primo screwed him over, which would earn titters of amusement from Secondo and Terzo.

Finally, Terzo had played his card allowing you to drop your penultimate one on top of his, your red 4 landing on his blue 4, with a cheery “Uno!” falling from your lips, despite Primo and Copia’s conversation that was murmuring in the background.

Secondo sighed and rolled his eyes. “Cardinale!” He called, breaking up the conversation. “It is your turn.”

“___ hasn’t had her turn yet.” Copia protested.

“She just did.”

Primo smirked, a devilish smile on his lips. “Our dear ___ didn’t claim ‘Uno!’. You have to take five cards.”

“I did!” You exclaimed, offended at Papa Primo’s accusations. You told him as such.

“I didn’t hear you.” Copia claimed.

“To be fair, Cardinale, you were talking.” Secondo insisted, fighting your corner.

Terzo sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “There is nothing for it, amore.” He exclaimed. “Two insist you did not say it, two insist you did. Therefore, you must be punished some way, no? Either, take five cards like my fratello told you to do, or…”

“…Or?” You asked impatiently, bracing yourself for Terzo’s ultimatum. You knew it would be a suggestive offer, but you didn’t know exactly what he’d choose.

“Or, you take off that pretty little habit of yours and play the rest of the game in your underwear.”

Secondo jumped in. “___, you don’t have to do either.”

Primo, who secretly hoped you’d choose Terzo’s second option, also chimed in. “Well, you do have to take five cards if you don’t get naked for us.”

“Papa?” Copia asked, eyebrows raised. He clearly wasn’t expecting Primo to go along with it.

“What? You cannot expect an old man to be completely adverse to a beautiful woman stripping herself bare for my enjoyment - provided she consents, of course.”

Terzo, “If anyone objects, speak now or forever hold thy peace.”

Everyone immediately shot subtle glances at Copia, expecting the only man in the room who you’d not fucked yet to object. But, with blushing cheeks, he sat back and much to everyone’s surprise, remained quiet.

You slammed your card on the table and stood from your seat, hands immediately flying to and removing your veil. “This is bullshit.” You said, undoing the buttons at the front of your habit before pulling the whole thing over your head. You were met with sounds of appreciation, whistles, hoots and hollers - most of which came from Terzo who was more than happy to watch you reveal your gorgeous, plump body in order to win the game. You sat back down, breasts and stomach jiggling with the force, thighs splaying out against the chair as you sat. You watched as Secondo was mesmerised by your curves. He said nothing, wanting to keep things with you as respectful as possible, but he loved your body: loved watching it bounce each time he fucked into you, loved laving and sucking on your nipples, biting them just to earn that sound from your throat. It didn’t matter that he was a middle aged man with the total ability to control himself, when it came to you, he was a constant horny mess.

The game continued, Copia had his turn, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, then back to you. Finally, and with much grumbling from the rest of them, you played the final card and won the match. “And I did it all whilst naked.” You bragged. “This is why you never invite me to this nights - you know I’ll kick your ass.”

“We don’t always play Uno, you know.” Primo stated, resting his elbows on the table.

“Doesn’t matter, any game you throw my way I’ll win.” You responded petulantly.

“Oh you think?” Terzo asked, eyebrows raising.

“I know.”

“Prove it.” Secondo sounded from the other side of the table.

“Name the game, Papa.”

“What did you have in mind, fratello?” Questioned Terzo again.

Secondo sat back, his body language oozing confidence with a menacing glint in his eyes. “A game even our friend over there can play if he’s willing.” He gestured to Copia, who swallowed nervously. “We got some rope down here, some cloth. We strip you naked, blindfold you, and touch you however we want. You have to guess who it is. You guess correctly, we make you cum then move to the back of the line. Guess incorrectly, and we get to do what we want to you. You have to guess the majority correctly in order to win, if you don’t, well, we’ll decide what happens to you. Think you could win then?”

“Easy.” You challenged.

“Oh, you think so?”

You stood up. “Copia, you in?”

“I- I…” He stammered, torn between wanting to play but not wanting to ruin your friendship.

“Whatever you choose, I’m happy.”

“I… I’ll play.”

Primo patted him on the shoulder. “Good man.”

“Well then,” you reached round your back and unhooked your bra, throwing the fabric to the stone cold floor and feeling your nipples harden at both your arousal and the change in temperature, “let’s play.” Your panties were the next to go, followed by your shoes and socks, leaving you stood on the wine cellar’s floor naked as the day you were born. With each move you made, your body jiggled slightly, earning more groans of appreciation from the men who remained. Terzo even coming up behind you and pressing himself against you, hands roaming all over your body and grabbing handfuls of you where he could.

“Can’t wait for you to guess incorrectly so I can fuck you dumb, tesoro.” He whispered into your ear before biting it.

“Leave you with blue balls.” You teased.

“We’ll see.” He stepped away from you and gave your ass a slap, watching it wobble with the force. He bit his bottom lip and moaned like he’d just eaten something delicious. “We will see.”

Secondo had gone and returned from getting the rope and cloth he saw, and began to bind you up in it, using the rope to tie your hands behind your back. “Your safe word is ‘bottle’, amore.” He told you placing a chaste but gentle kiss on your shoulder blade. “Does this feel okay?” He asked pulling on the rope.

“It feels fine, Papa.” You replied, feeling heat gather in your core and your breath already labouring.

“You ready for the blindfold?”

“Yes.”

And with that, your vision was blinded, your sense of sight plunged into darkness as Secondo tied the cloth gently behind your head, checking to make sure you were comfortable, before guiding you into position. You were lay against the small table, your head barely supported, with most of it hanging over the edge. You were lay on your back with your legs spread, your hands taking the weight of your back as it arched over the top of them. Your breasts had, for lack of a better term, pancaked as gravity was inistent on pulling them down. But even though Terxo made fun of that term, he loved the way you looked on your back for him. Your cunt was entirely on display with just how wide your spread legs had opened your labia, your wetness already visible to the men who stared at your body hungrily, like animals about to feed for the first time in weeks.

You felt Secondo kiss your thigh once before disappearing to join his brothers. Then, you heard all four of the men, in unison, say, “Carta, forbice, sasso!” Followed by skin slapping on skin.

Those fucking idiots were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who was going to go first. You heard a few grumbles, but couldn’t make out who made what noise.

You heard footsteps.

The sound of a glove sliding against skin. Twice.

Those gloves falling to the floor.

Then you felt it. A thumb running up and down your slit, gathering your wetness before finally rubbing over your clit - tight, little circles designed to drive you mad. Your hips bucked at the touch, a gasp escaping your lips at the surprise touch. His four fingers rested on your mound as an anchor, allowing more precise movements, and for him to put more pressure on your clit. You struggled against the rope, your hands moving out of habit wanting to reach your nipples, to pinch and pull at the buds like you usually did when someone played with your bundle of nerves. But the rope bit at your skin, burning slightly as you fought against it and making you scream out in frustration. “Fuck!” You breathed, body writhing beneath the calloused thumb. You wanted to try an work out who was doing it to you so you could win the game, but your mind went blank the second his thumb touched you.

The teasing was very much a Terzo trait, but the use of his thumb wasn’t. Terzo usually teased using his mouth or his cock. He didn’t have the drive to use one of his hands. Secondo used his hands a lot, loved to plunge them deep inside you and finger you open for him, having you screaming and begging for him to touch your clit. Which is how you knew this wasn’t Secondo. It couldn’t be Primo - he didn’t have the heart to tease. He’d always give you what you asked for in a heartbeat. Which meant it must have either been Terzo or Copia. As you’d never had sex with Copia, you couldn’t be sure what his methods were - and this touch did feel foreign. “Is it… is it Copia?”

You heard laughter from the other side of the room, followed by a “Dammit!” from Copia. “It’s me.” Copia pulled up one of the chairs and situated himself between your legs, getting himself ready for the task of making you cum. You felt his hot breath against your centre, erratic little puffs that hit your wet skin as he breathed through his nervousness. He took his time with you, almost as if he was psyching himself up. Copia had fucked before, and he was good at it. But he’d never fucked you. You could imagine that he was nervous because he wanted you to think he was good. And, if you had use of your hands, you’d tangle them in his brown hair and stroke his head gently, reassuringly. But instead, all you had were your little grunts of desperation to softly urge him on.

His moustache was the next thing you felt, tickling against your folds as his mouth made contact with you. The course hairs ran against your sensitivity as his tongue darted out to lap up the juices that were spilling from you. You could feel your hole clenching around nothing, screaming for something to fill it while Copia toyed with your clit, but he made no move to fill you, instead putting more pressure on you with his tongue as he continued to move up and down your slit, until finally he made permanent contact with your clit.

He tightened his tongue to make the tip more pointed to get a precise lick to your clit, swirling around it with his muscle and causing you to cry out in response, fighting against your restraints. His hot breath kept coming out from his nose, heightening your senses and making you hyper aware of just how much of a mess you were as tit hit the wetness seeping from you and making you feel cold. Your nipples were so hard and needing someone to play with them while Copia continued to drink you down like he was dehydrated.

He alternated between using his tongue only and pressing filthy kisses to your folds, practically making out with your cunt to get you off quicker. You could hear the sound of his lips smacking against your body, in between the broad strokes of his tongue he was providing for you. Tiny grunts would escape his lips as he ate you alive, treating you like the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you held down as much as he could so he could devour you easily. You could feel your high coming faster than you’d anticipated, or even wanted, but he was working you towards that end so fucking well, you were losing your breath and your mind.

“Copia, fuck!” You screeched, breathlessly. Your nails were scratching against the wood of the table, feeling the gross stickiness from the drinks’ condensation underneath your body, but feeling more filthy and used than disgusted. Your brain reminded you that you weren’t alone, that there were three other men watching this go on with just as much pleasure as you. You wondered if they were touching themselves. If they were watching you writhe with pleasure and stroking their cocks at the sight.

Copia’s lips wrapped entirely around your clit, moustache now soaked from your cunt, and he sucked. Hard. That tongue he used so precisely before was now slapping against your clit again, this time much faster than before. Because of this, the surprise change in pace and pressure, your orgasm hit you so violently, every single one of your nerve endings exploded beneath his touch, and set off a chain reaction around the rest of your body. Your muscles tensed, your breath was snatched from your lungs, your eyes (beneath the blindfold) closed even tighter, and your mouth had hung open in a perfect ‘o’, allowing a strangled moan to leave from your tightened throat that had closed in the strain of your orgasm. All the while, Copia refused to let up, keeping the pressure going even when you were trying to kick him away. He didn’t stop until he was sure your orgasm had subsided. He pressed one final kiss to your clit before he stood up and walked away, leaving you alone and spent on the table, recovering from one of the best orgasms of your life.

“Did that feel good, tesoro?” You head Terzo ask from the other side of the room. No one had approached you yet, meaning you couldn’t gauge whether Terzo was next or not.

Your brain was still scrambled, and you were barely able to manage a “uh-huh,” to respond to him, which earned a chuckle from all four of the men in the corner.

When the laughter died down, you heard more footsteps approaching you, stopping this time at the right side of you. You felt the silk of a robe glide over your bear skin, but as all of the Papa’s robes were made from the same material, you could only rule out Copia at that point.

You jumped in surprise at the feeling of four fingers immediately touching your stomach, rubbing two large, soft circles into the skin just to tease you. Those four fingers broke off as his hands went in two separate directions. The first moved upwards, running up over the mound of your breast, stopping to play with your right nipple - pinching and pulling at the bud just as you liked, and had needed for the past however long they’d been playing with you. The second hand moved downwards, mimicking the actions of the first by pinching and pulling, except this time it was on your clit. He wasn’t as rough with your clit as he was your nipple, given that your were still probably sensitive from your orgasm, but the torture was too fun even if you were suffering a little.

Those fingers that were playing with your cunt slipped inside your hole, immediately curving upwards and hitting that sweet spot that had you singing so beautifully for them. You only had the opportunity to cry out once before you felt the hand on your breast reach up to your neck, and squeeze the sides gently. His fingers were rough, working to hit your g-spot over and over again and make you squirm at his touch, and you felt your body shake with the force of it. The way he was using his hands against you, plus the roughness of them and the pit stop at your breasts made you confident enough to make your second guess.

“S-Secondo?”

Your stomach and heart sank when you heard dark laughter coming from the guys in the corner of the room. Secondo’s gruff voice sounded from far away, loudly speaking over the sound of your wetness squelching as the fingers inside you kept up their pace. “Wrong, amore.” He said, all too happily for you to be comfortable.

You smelled wine and sandalwood when the man leaned down so his mouth was level with your ear. “You’re mine now, tesoro.” Terzo claimed, his voice dark and heavily accented. His words were stretched telling you he was smiling as he spoke, unable to form them correctly. He revelled in the deception, removing his hands from your body and bringing his fingers up to your lips. “Open up for me.” He commanded, and once you obeyed, he put his middle and ring fingers covered in your cunt juices into your mouth. “Clean yourself up. Suck on them like you do my cock.”

You took those fingers into your mouth beautifully, putting on a show for him in hopes that he’d go easy on your body when he took what he wanted from you. A gutteral groan sounded from his mouth as he watched your lips stretch around his thick fingers, tongue grazing along the underside as you cleaned yourself from his digits. You bobbed your head fluidly, like you usually did when you took him in your throat, moaning around him and rubbing your thighs together. He always liked to know he had an affect on you - maybe appeasing his ego would help you out.

He removed his hand from your mouth and you heard him walk to your feet. His hands pried themselves in between your thighs to show your cunt to him like a piece of meat being inspected by a customer. You waited with baited breath as he decided what to do with you, no doubt in your mind that he was staring at your wetness with that glint in his eyes: the one that shows his excitement but could be mistaken for sadism if you didn’t know him. Or maybe they were the same thing. You felt his fingertips trace up and down the inside of your left thigh, before that hand disappeared. With the other on your right ankle keeping your legs spread and the other one missing, you could feel anticipation pool in your stomach.

SLAP.

His hand had come down hard on your cunt, fingers colliding brutally with your sensitive clit and stinging at the connection. You screamed out, body jerking with the attempt to slither away and close your thighs, but Terzo had already got himself between your legs, and there was nothing you could do but take it.

SLAP.

“Terzo!” You screamed, feeling your sensitivity dial up several notches with the second slap.

“Do you need to use your safe word, tesoro?” He asked.

“No.”

“Brava.”

SLAP.

“Want you nice and red for me when I fuck you dumb, tesoro. I told you that earlier.” This time, he rubbed his thick fingers over your clit, soothing the wound he was inflicting. “You’re already dripping enough. I could just slide in now, couldn’t I?”

“Yes, Papa!”

You felt his arms wrap around your thick thighs and pull you towards the edge of the table. The rustle of his fabrics reached your ears telling you he was getting his cock out ready for you. Then you felt it: his heavy girth rubbing up and down your folds in typical Terzo fashion, the head rubbing against your cunt, encased comfortably by your lips. Every now and again, the tip would catch against your opening, and you held you breath for the push in that wouldn’t come until you least expected it. But when he did finally push inside you, your mouth fell open at the stretch. You were so sad you couldn’t watch his face, the look of it as he bottomed out on you always had you tightening around him. You were desperate to see his face crumpled up, showing you he loved being inside you.

“So fucking tight, tesoro.” He commented as soon as he was fully inside. You felt the crown nestle against your cervix, teasing you, reminding you that he was about to ruin you in all the best ways. He left you waiting for his true torture to begin, as you vaguely remembered that the only one who’d be cumming now was him.

He pulled out so his tip was almost entirely out of you, and then slammed back into you. The room echoed with the sound of the table scraping across the floor with the force of it. That sound, combined with your screams and whines, created the perfect symphony to Terzo’s onslaught.

Terzo always knew how to play you like a fiddle, pushing all of your buttons to have you walking beside the Gods. Today was no exception. Your legs had been extended to rest on his chest and over his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your thick thighs for leverage as he thrust all the way into you.

Terzo fucked you like he paid for you, his cock pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt as quickly as he could move, taking only his pleasure from your body. You were lucky with all of your lovers, they were all giving and had just as much fun making you cum as they had doing the same for themselves. But sometimes, when you’d behaved in such a way to earn a punishment, you’d see all three of them be incredibly selfish and just take. Letting them use you like that, given the stark juxtaposition of their regular behaviour, always had you dripping for them, enjoying being nothing more than a living toy - a warm hole to sink into.

You clenched around Terzo’s cock as he fucked you - used you - for his own enjoyment. And, over the sounds you and your body were making, you heard Terzo’s rough voice. “Come here!” He said to someone else in the room. You heard footsteps that stopped beside Terzo. “Wrap your hand around her throat.”

The person obliged, their footsteps ending up by your head and then dropping their hand to your exposed neck. Terzo already had your body bouncing against him, ricocheting against his thrusts every time. The hand, because of this, had a little trouble grabbing onto your body, but eventually he managed it. His fingers and thumb rested against your esophagus and squeezed inwards, not restricting your airflow completely, but just enough to have you feeling the effects. Your mind had almost entirely melted, thinking of nothing other than Terzo’s cock pounding away inside you, hearing your own desperate whimpers as the hand around your pretty little neck heightened your pleasure and sensitivity.

“Who is it, tesoro?” Terzo asked, breathlessly. “Whose hand is that around your pretty little neck?”

The hand loosened enough to allow you to concentrate fully, but still rested on you to remind you of its presence. You had no idea. Not a single thought floated in your head. “Nuh!” You grunted with a particularly rough thrust. You had to guess someone. “P-Primo?”

You heard laughter, then Terzo’s voice cut through your brain. He made the sound of a buzzer, the kind of noise you hear when you get a question wrong. “Fuck her throat, Copia.”

“Fuck!” You exclaimed in irritation, kicking your feet against Terzo’s shoulder, gently.

More laughter sounded.

“Is that okay, ___?” Copia asked.

“Of course.” You replied. He obviously wanted verbal consent, so you gave him just that, hearing him walk towards the crown of your head and adjust himself so his cock was completely free. You were maneuvered so that your head hung off the edge of the table, allowing a completely flat throat, and letting the Cardinal slide into your open mouth easily.

He hissed at the feeling of your tight, wet throat engulfing him with no trouble, thanks to the position you’d been put in. Copia tried to be kind to you, thrusting softly down your throat, and pulling out often to give you some breathing time. But you began to notice that the longer he spent inside you, the more he forgot his manners, and would spend more time fucking you between the breaths he gave you. This would make you clench tighter around Terzo’s cock, in part because your body was reacting to the loss of oxygen, but mostly because the feeling of being so thoroughly used had your mind swimming. Your body loved being degraded - reduced to nothing more than a set of holes to be used at any given time. Besides, you felt like Satanic Tinkerbell - you thrived under as much attention as you could possibly get, and felt like you’d die without it.

“Cazzo!” You heard Terzo grunt. His movements grew more and more erratic the closer he got to cumming. “Look at her throat.”

“Don’t.” Copia hissed again. “If I look, I’ll cum.”

“I can see the outline of his cock down your throat, tesoro. Every time he fucks inside you, I see it.”

You whined around Copia’s cock which spurred him to thrust forward a little more violently than he meant to. He wrapped his hand back around your throat and squeezed, crying out at how much tighter you got. “Oh merda! Oh cazzo!” Copia screeched. And, with no warning and just a strangled grunt, you felt Copia thrust into you one final time before he emptied himself into your throat, hands still wrapped around your throat, but with no pressure to them. He poured so much of himself into you, his body overreacting to his first time inside you. You heard Copia’s disappointed sigh as pulled out leaving you to swallow his load with a slight ache in your throat. You felt a string of your saliva spill onto your cheek, only to get the cloth covering your eyes damp where it settled and got soaked up. pulled out of you, “Wanted to last longer.” Copia commented.

“She tends to have that effect on people.” You heard Primo say. You remembered the first time Primo fucked you, too, and how he also didn’t last as long as he wanted… in fact, it was the same for all of them. You couldn’t help the sense of pride that washed over you reminiscing over that fact. “You gotta build up stamina to enjoy her completely.”

You tightened. Out of all of them, Primo was the kindest towards you - so to hear him talk about you as if you weren’t human did something to you that you should feel ashamed about. But instead it only made you wetter.

“Merda!” Terzo groaned. “Gonna fucking cum into this slutty cunt. You want that, tesoro?”

“I want it!” You begged, breathlessly.

“How much?”

“I w-want you to fill me up so-oh bad, Papa! Fuck. Want y-you to fill me up and…” You cut yourself off, remembering that there were others present.

Terzo spanked your thigh and dropped his voice down to a quiet, husky plea. “Fucking say it. I dare you. Finish that fucking sentence.”

“Want y-you to fill me up and fuck a baby into me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

“You fucking whore!” Terzo exclaimed appreciatively. “Sathanas!” And that was all the warning you got before Terzo also emptied himself into you, cock twitching in over sensitivity as rope after rope shot into your cunt, his fingers digging into your plump calves as he tried to keep himself grounded. His knees were buckling at the force, and you felt his whole body tremble as it fought to keep him upright.

When his orgasm subsided, Terzo pulled out of you, a grunt coupling his unceremonious actions. He gently returned your legs to the table, trying to make sure that you were safe and comfortable again, before fiddling with his clothes. You assumed he’d turned to walk away, which is when you heard Secondo’s voice.

“Nuh-uh!” He scolded, clicking his fingers. You’d seen him scold Terzo before, there was no doubt in your mind that the click was followed by Secondo pointing to the problem. “Clean up your mess before someone else gets in there.”

You imagined Terzo rolling his eyes like a petulant teenager. He pulled up a chair, sat on it, and buried his face in your folds without warning. His tongue delved as deep as it would go, licking his own cum out from your cunt. Where his tongue wouldn’t reach, his fingers did, and every drop of himself was gulped down with attitude. He didn’t care a button for your pleasure this time, purely being down there just to clean you out to be used again. When he had finished, he patted your thigh twice and left you waiting and wanting for the next person.

“Wait,” you said quickly hearing all movement in the room stop, “if I keep my hands to myself, can you untie me? It’s starting to hurt.” The rope was burning against your skin now to the point where you could hardly stand it anymore. And, given that both of your arms were tied behind your back and you were laying on them, your arms felt dead and your back had begun to ache.

“Of course.” Terzo replied without thinking. He turned on his heels and rushed back to the table, his hands on your shoulders. “Sit up for me, tesoro.” He ordered, his voice much more kindly than it had been before. He helped you to sit upright. “That’s it - brava ragazza.” You felt his deft hands working at the rope Secondo had tied, making short work of it given that it was tied well. Once your wrists were free and the rope had been discarded, you felt Terzo’s gentle touch on your wrists, no doubt a little red from the irritation. “Ah, my poor amore.” He pressed his lips to them. “Battle scars, no?”

“So dramatic.” Secondo muttered from the other side of the room.

“I have some hand cream,” Primo said walking towards you, “it’ll be good enough until you get to one of our rooms and can be taken care of properly.”

“Thank you, Papa.” You replied, a soft smile on your face.

You felt Primo and Terzo rub the hand cream into your wrists, their fingers working to moisturise the skin and help repair it as quickly as possible. Primo always kept stuff like this in his pockets - hard boiled sweets included. He was such a grandpa sometimes it made you laugh. Prepared for an apocalypse - you’d tell him that every time he pulled something out of his bag or pocket that would help.

Once they’d finished, Terzo pressed a kiss to your hand and walked away, while Primo rested his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, the kind of kiss that had you sighing and leaning into his touch. “You’re doing so good for us, fiorellina.” He praised. “Just a little longer.”

Primo left you alone and everyone watched as you lay back down for them, body splaying out against the wood. Your hands went to the edges of the table, clutching on to try and stop you from grasping onto the next man who took his place between your legs.

Terzo’s voice sounded from across the room. “You have to get this next one correct, tesoro. Or we win.”

“I will. Of course I will, are we kidding?” You responded, determination in your voice.

The room was silent while the next man moved towards you - his footsteps slow and deliberate. His warm breath fanned out over your body, before finally you felt his tongue lave over your body: it ran all over your stomach, your thighs, back up to your breasts where he licked and sucked on your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, your hips bucking upwards as his mouth brought you so much pleasure. You had to resist the urge to clutch onto his head as you usually did whenever someone ran their tongue over your nipples. But that was when you felt it: a second tongue mimicking the patterns on your nipple and replicating it on your clit, pulling another moan from your mouth.

It was obvious that this was Secondo and Primo - although Copia had two chances, you doubt he’d have a third - or even that Terzo would come back for seconds.

“Secondo and P-Primo.” You said quickly.

“Well of course,” Terzo said, matter-of-factly, “but who’s doing what, tesoro?”

You thought you could get away with it, that they’d give you a break and let you have the win - but evidently not. “S-Secondo is - fuck -” you pushed your hips into the man’s mouth who was licking your cunt fervently. “Su-ucking on my clit.” It had to be, this was his style. He wasn’t usually gentle with your body, not when he’d been deprived for as long as he had been.

“And you think Primo is on your breasts?”

“Y-yes.”

“Take off the blindfold.”

You quickly lifted it off your eyes and immediately flinched at the candlelight, despite it being low. You’d been in complete darkness the whole time, it was hardly surprising that you were struggling to see. Your eyes were blurred, and they took a while to completely adjust, but when they did, a wave of relief washed over you. You were right. Your hands immediately flew to Primo and Secondo’s heads, putting pressure on Secondo’s because he was where you needed him the most, but everyone knew that Primo’s ministrations and work on your nipples would have you tipping over the edge in no time.

Primo lifted his mouth off your nipple and attached it to your lips, fingers tweaking the opposite bud in lieu of his tongue. This kiss was just as tender as his first one, filled with such passion you felt yourself grinding on Secondo’s tongue much faster in pure desperation.

“You are doing so well, fiorellina.” Primo echoed his words from earlier, voice low, those words clearly meant for your benefit and your benefit only. “You please us so well. Take everything we give like a good girl.”

“Papa!”

“Do you feel good?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Is my brother doing a good job?”

“Yes!”

“Tell him, fiorellina. Ask him to make you cum.”

“Please!” You begged, your mind so far gone you could hardly stand it anymore. For the first time since you looked down at him, you were able to drink in the sight of the man between your thighs, roughly sucking on your clit and pistoning his fingers in and out of you now like a man on a mission. You could only see the top of his head, given the rest of it was hidden by your cunt. You could only just see the bridge of his nose above your mound, his hands wrapped around your bruised, jiggling thighs, and him looking up at you through his lashes, a scowl on his brow with his determination to tip you over the edge. There was almost a predatory look in his eyes as he sucked you into his mouth, and it made your cunt clench tightly around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Papa!”You called out to him, your stomach flipping at the sight of him. “Your t-tongue feels so… good. I’m so fucking close. P-please make me cum, Papa-ah! Wanna cum. Wanna cum so-oh I can… I can feel your c-cock deep inside me. Fuck! Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking st-op. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Secondo had pushed his face further into you, his tongue roving deliciously over your clit every time he sucked on it harshly.

“Cumming!” You announced via scream, your back arching off the table and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Your voice stopped, cut like someone had just turned the sound off but continued to play the video. Your second orgasm was violent, and wet. So very wet. Your vision was the first to go, dark patches swimming over your sight and eyes glazing over and rolling back as drool poured from your open mouth. Your hands cramped where they were clutching onto the table, your desperation forcing them there right as your orgasm hit lest you draw blood from your Papas. Secondo growled into your cunt as you released your cum onto him and the table below, the sound of your squirt hitting the floor as it poured from your body, combined with Secondo sucking it down greedily had your toes curling and your orgasm continuing. It felt like it went on forever, sending electric pulses all over your body until you couldn’t stand it and damn near passed out. All the while, you had Primo in your ear whispering to you; reminding you to breathe, telling you it was okay. You barely registered the fact that his hand was resting on top of yours, fingers bent to completely cover you.

Secondo stood from his place between your thighs and moved to your head to kiss you, letting one of your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you as his mouth engulfed yours. Your other hand, which was still trapped beneath Primo’s, pulled out from its position and also pulled him toward you, breaking your kiss with Secondo so you could kiss Primo just as passionately. You felt Secondo’s fingers traverse the length of your body, before dipping back into your hole. “Mmmf!”You protested, muffled by Primo’s lips. You broke the kiss to look at Secondo. “Please not your hands!”

Secondo smirked. “You want my cock, hm?”

“Yes! Fuck. Please.”

“On your stomach then, amore.”

You climbed off the table before bending over it, letting your body squish against the wood so tantalisingly, you heard appreciative groans coming from everyone in the room. Secondo came back to his original position, and fumbled around with his robes before he positioned his cock at your entrance. You could feel the weight of it against you as he ran it through your folds, gathering your slick to lube himself up. The head of his girth rubbed against your sensitive clit, still twitching from the orgasm he gave you. Each rub caused you to whimper from the sensation, mouth hanging open and brow furrowing in pleasure.

When Secondo finally sank in, the stretch was divine. Secondo was so, incredibly thick and long, he reached depths that you had never felt before. Despite already being fucked once, your cunt was still forced open as though this was the first cock you’d taken in a long, long time. Your hands clutched onto the table again, grasping the edges tightly to ground yourself as you cried out, his own hiss of pleasure echoing in your ears as he, too, felt the effects of your extraordinarily tight pussy. He gave you time to adjust to him and his size once he’d buried himself all the way to the hilt, hands on your ass cheeks, gripping tight enough for the fat to squeeze between his fingers. A string of expletives in Italian fell from his lips, punctuated by a bite to your right hip. He thrust inside tentatively at first, hitting your cervix so deliciously, your eyes rolled back into your head and a delirious smile played on your lips. Secondo kept rocking into you, hitting that spot over and over again, gradually picking up the pace until he was fucking into you at a rough pace - the perfect pace.

Primo stood in front of you, watching your face as you took Secondo’s cock. Your hands unclasped from the table and moved to Primo’s clothed cock, standing to attention underneath his robes, and began to fumble with the fabric to free him. You wanted his cock in your mouth, just as much as you needed Secondo’s. You gave Primo’s cock two strokes at first, staving off the arousal just enough to get him into your mouth without him blowing too soon. Primo was always a delight to give head to - he was always so gentle, so appreciative, hands in your hair and sweet touches, never taking too much unless you were offering it and giving you kind praise as you worked hard to get him to cum.

Your first lick ran from base to tip, causing his toes to curl in his shoes at the pressure. But once you were at his head, you swirled your tongue around it, taking the whole tip in your mouth and sucking like you would taking cake mix off the spoon. You hollowed your cheeks to make a better suction for his head, and relished in the feeling of his hands in your hair, grunts of desperation slipping from his lips. You moved your hands to his hips and silently pulled them forward, sucking more of him into your mouth until that tip was right at the back of your throat, dipping down into your throat. All the while, you looked up at him through your lashes, big, doe eyes maintaining eye contact with him while your lips sinfully stretched around his cock.

“Oh my,” Primo commented, chest heaving from his lack of breath, “look at that. You look so pretty like this, fiorellina.”

He began to gently fuck your throat, pulling out completely to give you the opportunity to breathe, and bending down to kiss you ever now and then, before eventually feeding his cock back into your mouth, and repeating the process all over again.

In the meantime, behind you, Secondo was fixated on the way your cunt swallowed him whole, greedily pulling him back in and clenching down on his shaft as Primo sent those praises to you, and they shot straight down to your hole. You could hear Secondo’s own grunts and groans as he felt this, and just how feral he was becoming the longer he was inside of you. You were feeling so good, you were creaming on his cock, and Secondo couldn’t take his eyes off the juice that had gathered at the base, pulling and snapping with each time he pulled out then slammed back in.

He pushed his hand underneath your body and began to play with your clit again, stealing a moan from your mouth, muffled by Primo’s cock that was buried all the way to the hilt down your throat again. Secondo chuckled at your response, “You like that, amore?” He asked, his tone delightfully condescending, filled with a false sympathy that had goosebumps forming on your skin. “You like taking two cocks at the same time, hm? Like being used by four men in one day?”

“You should have seen the way her eyes lit up just now, fratellino.” Primo said, stroking your hair.

“Her cunt is clenching - I know how much she likes being a whore for us. Listen to her.” True enough, underneath your muffled whines and moans, everyone could hear the sound of Secondo fucking into you, how your wetness splashed around him and made it so, embarrassingly clear just how much you loved this. Secondo laughed again. “Look over at Terzo and the Cardinal, amore.”

You did as Secondo asked, pulling Primo out of your mouth to look at them over your shoulder. Terzo was, as expected, brazen with his thoughts, his cock completely out of his trousers again and his fist wrapped around it, darkened eyes trained on your body as you bounced off Secondo’s cock, and swallowed Primo’s with enthusiasm. Copia, on the other hand, clearly just as affected as Terzo, was still dressed from his earlier encounter with your mouth, but his hand rubbing over his cassock as discreetly as he could manage. You tightened again momentarily, relishing in the fact that you had four men rock hard and desperate to bury themselves in all of your holes.

“You should have seen the Cardinal earlier, tesoro.” Terzo teased. “How eager he was to fuck your throat.”

“Fuck.” You muttered, eyes watching your friend rut into his own hand. at the sight of you getting fucked relentlessly. There was something so incredible about being the centre of everyone’s attention, and the object of all their desires. How a man who you’d never even seen in a sexual light before, and you were sure hadn’t thought of you in one, was now trying to cum for a second time at the thought of you. “M-my hands are - fuck! Papa! - My hands a-are free.” You hinted, before taking Primo back into your mouth and curling your hands into loose fists, creating two new holes for Terzo and Copia to use at their pleasure. Of course, they leaped forward, and before you knew it both of their cocks had been spat on, then slid into your fists, and began fucking your hands as they would your cunt.

You were stuffed full, almost every hole imaginable filled with the cocks of the highest members of the clergy, at the mercy of the Emeritus brothers as they had their wicked ways with you. The rigorous snaps of Secondo’s hips had you bouncing along the table, meaning Primo could stand still and you’d take his cock completely hands free, with Secondo doing all the work.

From your peripherals, you watched as Copia used your hand, his own resting on the table as though he were too shy to touch you, despite wrapping his digits around your throat and making your airways tighter for him to fuck as he pleased. Terzo, however, a man used to being deep inside you and taking his pleasure from your body, had leaned over and landed a few, stinging slaps to your ass, watching as it jiggled with both the force of his hits and the backshots Secondo was giving you. That same hand he put in his mouth - his pinkie to be precise - salivated all over it, and then began to rub it over the rim of your ass, making you jump in surprise. And then, when you’d relaxed to his touch, he inserted the tip into your twitching hole, only down to the mid knuckle, but that combined with Secondo still playing with your clit had you tipping over into your third orgasm, body tensing and cunt fluttering around his cock.

Primo had pulled out, allowing you to breathe through it, crouching down and wrapping his own hand around his cock, stroking himself furiously. “That’s it, fiorellina. Cum for us. You’re doing so well for us. Such a good girl. Ah! Sathanas! I’m close.”

When you came back to your senses, you fixated your eyes on Primo’s desperately moving hand, willing it back into your mouth, but Primo wasn’t having it.

His voice dropped to a whisper so only you could hear him. “Can I cum, fiorellina?”

Unable to speak through your exhaustion, you nodded.

“Close your eyes for me.” He ordered.

You did as you were told, and mere seconds later you heard Primo groan and then his cum landing on your flushed cheek, nose, and upper lip.

“Oh, fuck! Look at her now!” You heard Terzo say, in awe of your fucked out state, covered in cum. “Shit, me too!” He pulled out from your fist and stood where Primo once was, stroking himself until completion over your face, groaning as the first rope of cum shot out and landed on your forehead. It dripped down onto your cheek, joining the first load of cum, along with hitting your nose.

It didn’t take much longer for Secondo’s orgasm to hit him, his thrusts becoming sloppy and fast until he buried himself as deep as he could inside you, falling onto your plush body as rope after rope spilled in your tight, wet heat. His hands were gripping onto your flesh so hard, you were sure he was going to leave bruises, bruises you were excited to see for days after so you could remember what happened on your first game night with the boys.

Copia was the last one to cum, his own stamina keeping him going just as was promised by Primo earlier. But even still, a few more thrusts and he was done, his own cum joining Primo and Terzo’s on your face but this time it hit your mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor when the load was too big to stick to your skin.

You all sat there for a moment, catching your breaths from the intensity of the evening. Primo, as predicted, was exhausted and making a joke about how his old body couldn’t keep up to everyone. Terzo had picked up that same cloth that was on your eyes earlier and used it to wipe the copious amounts of cum that had painted your face; the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a look of disgust on his face as he finished cleaning you up as much as he could. “You did so well for us, tesoro.” He said, his voice low and warm. “I would kiss you but…”

You laughed, “I understand.”

“Grazie.”

“I still won, though.” You announced, smugly. You yelped when you felt Secondo spank your ass.

“Alright then, champion.” He said. “Let’s get you properly cleaned up.”

Secondo helped you get your habit back on once he had pulled out of you, and let you lean on him as you walked. Your legs were like jelly from both the position you were in and from the three orgasms the men had put you through. You bade each of them a good night before Secondo pulled you to his room, running you a bath upon arrival. As the water filled the tub, he stripped you naked again and had you sit on the edge, a damp, soapy cloth in his hands using it to properly wash your face, and clean you of any cum Terzo hadn’t managed to get. “You let us be too rough for you, amore.” He gently scolded you, watching as your face reddened beneath the warm water.

“It’s nothing I don’t enjoy, Papa.” You retorted, equally as soft. “I’d use my safeword if I didn’t. You know it makes me feel good when you use me. I feel better the more animalistic you get.”

“I don’t think we talked about the reason why before.”

“It’s the fact that you want me so much, you revert back to primal instincts and take me fiercely. Like you’re staking your claim.” Your thighs squirmed at the thought.

“You didn’t get enough just now, amore?” Secondo asked, clocking your body’s response. He knelt down and spread your legs, watching your labia part and wetness seep out again. He frowned. “Your poor pussy took such a beating - she’s so red.”

“She can take more, Papa.”

He looked up at you darkly. “You want your Papa to fuck you again? Fill you up with another load of cum, hm? You’re that desperate for cock you want your Papa to fill you again even though you’ve just taken four?”

“Please, Papa.” You whispered, feeling your nipples harden with arousal.

He licked a stripe up your cunt, from your hole to your clit and had you jumping. “In the tub then, puttana. Let me claim you properly.”

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Circe's Observation: What's in a Models Chart?

Asteroid used: fama (408)

Circe's Note: Hi loves 🤍! Sorry for taking such a long break, I just realized that this post has been on my draft for 2-months now 😭. Since Victoria's Secret is making a return this Fall, I decided to make a post about models! I made this observation with a handful of models so apologies if I forgot any. Now without further ado, let's get to the post.

Asteroid fama:

✿ Fama in pisces or pisces degrees tend to pop up frequently in models charts. Upon more research I found that Neptune influenced Fama's tend to make big names for themselves within the modeling industry.

✿ I think it makes sense to see models have more neptunian influence as neptune rules over photography. Additionally, neptune rules idealism and the modeling industry is one of the most glamourized and idealized industry. My idea is that many of these runway models have neptunian influence because their fama (what one may be known for) fits well to the industry's demands.

Ex:

Bella Hadid has hers in pisces.

Kendall Jenner has hers at 12 degrees.

Hailey Bieber has hers in 24 degrees in pisces.

Cindy Crawford has her fama conjuncting Neptune.

Gisele Bündchen has her fama opposite her Neptune.

Kate Moss has hers in pisces.

Emily Ratajkowski has hers at 12 degree.

Sherry Shi also has her fama in pisces.

✿ Another popular fama placement for models are venusian influence on the fama.

Irina Shayk has hers in taurus.

Emily Ratajkowski has her fama in taurus.

Gigi Hadid has her fama at 14 degree.

Gisele Bündchen has her fama conjuncting her Venus.

Cindy Crawford has her fama sextiling her Venus.

Bella Hadid has her fama at 26 degrees.

Shalom Harlow has her fama at 26 degrees.

Liu Wen has her fama in Libra .

Cara Delevingne has her fama at 7 degree.

Yasmeen Ghauri has her fama in Libra.

Prominent degrees:

✿ 0, 1, 2, 6, 15, 28, 29 degrees in their natal chart (or 1 degree at their fama)

Shalom Harlow has her Venus + NN at 28 degree, Saturn at 2 degree, and Pluto at 6 degree

Jung Hoyeon has her Sun at 1 degree (fama is also at 1 degree)

Kendall Jenner has her Moon at 2, Mercury at 29 degrees and her Venus at 0 degree.

Hailey Beiber has her Moon + Venus at 29 degrees

Irina Shayk has her fama at 1 degree

Emily Ratajkowski has her Moon, Mars and Saturn at 6 degree and her Venus at 1 degree.

Bella hadid has her Venus at 6 degrees

Gigi Hadid has her Venus at 1 degree, her Sun at 2 degree,

Naomi Campbell has her Sun at 0 degree along with her Venus at 29 degree.

Gisele Bundchen has her Sun at 28 degree and Mercury at 15 degree.

Anok Yai has her Sun at 28 degree and Mars at 1 degree.

Cindy Crawford has her Sun at 1 degree and her Venus at 28 degree, NN at 29 degree,

Cara Delevingne has her Venus at 6 degree and NN at 29 degree

✿ And the obvious Leo degrees is quite prominent too (5, 17, 29)

Venus Sign:

✿ Most models tend to have mutable venus (especially mercury venus). Ex. Liu Wen is a Pisces Venus, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is also a Pisces Venus, Gisele Bundchen is a Gemini Venus, Cara Delevingne is a Virgo Venus, MIng Xi is a Pisces Venus, Naomi Campbell is a Gemini Venus, Heidi Klum is a Gemini Venus, Barbara Palvin is a Virgo Venus, Bella Hadid is also a Virgo Venus, and Kendall Jenner is a Sagittarius Venus.

Now, I can see why mutable signs are highly desired in the modeling industry as Venus represents ones style and beauty within the modeling industry, they love to mold the models into different types of aesthetics. With the mutable signs being versatile, flexible and adaptable they easily capture what the designer want to bring to life. I think of mutable signs in general as blank canvases where the designers can easily transform them into how they want their art to be portrayed.

✿ Next up is Cardinal Venus. (Ex. Cindy Crawford has a Capricorn Venus, Gigi Hadid is a Aries Venus, Claudia Schiffer is a Libra Venus, Irina Shayk is a Capricorn Venus, Shalom Harlow is also a Capricorn Venus, Adriana Lima is a Cancer Venus, Hailey Bieber is a Libra Venus, Taylor Hill is a Aries Venus, and Sora Choi is a Libra Venus.)

Mars Sign:

✿ Most models have mutable mars signs. (Ex. Cindy Crawford has a Pisces mars, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley has a Gemini Mars, Liu Wen has a Sagittarius Mars, Cara Delevingne with a Gemini Mars, Naomi Campbell with a Gemini Mars, Heidi Klum has a Pisces Mars, Adriana Lima has a Gemini Mars, Hailey Bieber with a Virgo Mars, Kendall Jenner with a Sagittarius Mars, and Sora Choi with a Gemini Mars.)

✿ Out of the fixed signs Leo and Taurus was the most common. (Ex. Kate Moss is a Taurus Mars, Ming Xi is also a Taurus Mars, both Gigi Hadid and Bella Hadid are Leo Mars, Claudia Schiffer is a Leo Mars, Emily Ratajkowski is a Leo Mars, and Hoyeon Jung is Taurus Mars.

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i've done research of all the big six supermodels and i'll list them down before i dissect which placements appeared the most!

in this post, i focus on signs, sign doms, planet doms, degrees and houses etc, i will not focus on asteroids.

now with the post ⬎ 

CHRISTY TURLINGTON ⬎

sagittarius ascendant 28°

capricorn sun 12° 1h

gemini moon 29° 7h

capricorn mercury 27° 1h

aquarius venus 27° 2h

scorpio mars 2° 10h

libra, capricorn and gemini dominant.

moon, jupiter and saturn dominant.

CINDY CRAWFORD ⬎

cancer ascendant 22°

pisces sun 1° 8h

pisces moon 8° 9h

pisces mercury 13° 9h

capricorn venus 28° 7h

pisces mars 16° 9h

pisces, cancer and capricorn dominant.

moon, mars and venus dominant.

CLAUDIA SCHIFFER ⬎

scorpio ascendant 10°

virgo sun 1° 10h

gemini moon 20° 8h

virgo mercury 26° 11h

libra venus 17° 11h

leo mars 24° 10h

virgo, scorpio and leo dominant.

mars, sun and pluto dominant.

KATE MOSS ⬎

taurus ascendant 22°

capricorn sun 25° 9h

scorpio moon 10° 8h

aquarius mercury 0° 10h

aquarius venus 7° 10h

taurus mars 8° 12h

aquarius, capricorn and taurus dominant.

sun, venus and mercury dominant.

LINDA EVANGELISTA ⬎

taurus sun 19°

virgo moon 20°

aries mercury 23°

taurus venus 27°

virgo mars 11°

virgo, taurus and aries dominant.

venus, saturn and moon dominant.

NOAMI CAMPBELL ⬎

capricorn ascendant 22°

gemini sun 1° 4h

sagittarius moon 8° 10h

taurus mercury 13° 3h

gemini venus 28° 5h

gemini mars 16° 5h

gemini, sagittarius and taurus dominant.

neptune, sun and saturn dominant.

NOW ONTO THE DEEPER RESEARCH ⬎

♇ the ascendant that occurred the most was capricorn. however the element of the ascendant that appeared the most was earth and water. the modality of the ascendant that appeared the most was fixed and cardinal.

♇ the sun sign that occurred the most was virgo. but the element of the sun sign that appeared the most was earth and the modality that came up the most was mutable.

though the type of houses they appeared in the most was in cardinal/axis houses.

♇ the moon sign that appeared the most was gemini. the element of the moon sign that appeared the most were air and water. the modality of the moon sign that occurred the most was mutable.

and the type of houses they appeared the most in were mutable houses. specifically 6h and 9h.

♇ the mercury sign that appeared the most were all even, they were virgo, pisces, taurus, aries, capricorn and aquarius. the element that appeared the most was earth and the modality were all even as well. cardinal, fixed and mutable.

though, the type of houses they appeared in the most was the 10h; tied with mutable houses, but leaning onto 10h.

♇ the venus sign that occurred mostly was aquarius, the element that came the most in the research was air, the modality was fixed.

though the houses the venus planet appeared in the most was the 10h but also fixed houses.

♇ lastly, the mars sign that appeared the most was scattered, leo, pisces, scorpio, gemini, virgo and taurus. though the element that appeared the most was water and earth mars. and the modality that occurred the most was fixed.

and the houses the mars planet appeared the most was both the 10h and 12h, but with the other houses it seemed like mutable houses.

♇ the signs in the big six's natal charts that appeared the most was gemini, virgo, and capricorn, [taurus can be included], this is all in order.

♇ the degrees that appeared the most was the 27°, 29° and 0° [1 can be included], but aside from that, when i researched i noticed that all leo degrees appeared, especially in the venus planets.

♇ from the research i've done, i noticed that most of these big six models had 10h, 9h and 1h placements, all in order.

♇ the sign dominants that appeared the most is taurus, aries and gemini, in order.

♇ and the planetary dominants that occurred the most was sun, moon, venus and saturn, all in order.

♇ lastly the sign degrees that appeared the most was aries degrees, leo degrees, capricorn degrees and gemini degrees, all in order.

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2,000-Year-Old 'Rainbow Cup' Celtic Gold Coin Discovered in Germany

Legend has it that "rainbow cups" are drops of gold that fall to Earth at the end of a rainbow.

An extremely rare "rainbow cup" coin minted more than 2,000 years ago by the Celts has been found next to a river in Germany, according to the Bavarian State Archaeological Collection.

The gold coin, minted in the second or first century B.C., features a rare design of a four-pointed star surrounded by arches on one side, said Bernward Ziegaus, a senior curator in the State Archaeological Collection's numismatic department who is studying the coin. Like other rainbow cups, the coin is curved.

"The name rainbow cup coins come from the legend that they are drops of gold that fall to earth at the end of a rainbow," Ziegaus said in an email. "Another legend about these Celtic coins tells us that these coins can only be found by Sunday children," or a child of fortune.

"In fact, the finder was born on a Sunday and is indeed a Sunday child, a lucky child!" he said.

The finder, a collaborator with state archaeological officials, discovered the coin this spring about 45 miles (70 kilometers) west of Munich on the Lech River in the southern state of Bavaria.

It's unknown how the 0.07-ounce (1.9 grams) coin ended up there, but the spot isn't far from a ancient road. This road went from what is now Trento in northern Italy and later became known as the Roman road Via Claudia Augusta that went across the Alps, Ziegaus said.

"Perhaps the coin was accidentally lost along the way," he said.

The "heads" side of the 0.5-inch-wide (13 millimeters) coin "shows a stylized human head with a large eye," with the nose and lips depicted as dots, Ziegaus said. A metal analysis revealed that the coin is 77% gold, 18% silver and 5% copper.

There are only three known rainbow cups with the star-and-arch motif. "The interpretation of the motive is difficult," Ziegaus said. "The star is perhaps a symbol for the four cardinal points, the arches are to be understood as signs for the horizon and the rising and setting of the moon.

The ancient Celts were fierce warriors who lived in mainland Europe and later sacked Rome. Bavaria's oldest Celtic coins date to the third century B.C., but the Roman conquest of the region in 15 B.C. led to the end of Celtic minting, Ziegaus said. After that, Roman coins became the main currency in the region.

It is a wonderful find, even if it is only one coin. Because only very few specimens of this type are known so far," said Marjanko Pilekić, a doctoral candidate of archaeology of coinage, money and the economy in antiquity at Goethe University Frankfurt, who was not involved in the finding.

If more rainbow cups are found in the area, "a picture of the [currency's] distribution can be drawn,' Pilekić told Live Science in an email.

The coin's finder donated the rainbow cup to the Bavarian State Archaeological Collection in Munich. Because it is "extremely rare," it will go on permanent display in the museum with other Celtic coin treasures in 2024, Ziegaus said.

By Laura Geggel.

[stepmarchen]

Theories about who gave Shuri her necklace

temporary spoiler warning below

So first, some context. Before the timeline split, Shuri received a necklace and a love letter after her visit to the Parliament. Here's the evidence we have so far

Shuri deduced that the necklace must've come from somebody who saw her at her first Parliament meeting with Johannes

Shuri's second deduction was that the person may be trying to exploit the Neuschwanstein Estate

Confirmed attendees of that meeting include Duke Heinrich, Cardinal Richelieu and Wolffe, and Lady Bayern. Implied but unconfirmed attendees include Albrecht and Count Shweig.

The unknown creeper observing Johannes' condition worsening as he goes through a pneumonia lapse

The gift was an intricate red jewelry box with heart engravings, wrapped in gold and red cloth, holding a letter and a silver necklace with round gems and laurel designs

The letter talked about Shuri's pitiful situation as a soon-to-be widow in a loveless marriage and their affections for her

So first, I'm going to be ruling out a few people:

The Imperial Family - There's no evidence pointing at them nor any suggestion from the writing aside from the red symbolism associated with the Royal Family. In this case, I think the red points more towards symbolism of pending violence, blood, and evidence of a romantic affair.

Albrecht - I don't think he has any motives, as Johannes' and Shuri's friend. He's also in the rare position as a Duke, one of the few nobles richer than Johannes. Him leaving the Neuschwanstein estate in a rush the night of Johannes finding the necklace is strange but doesn't raise any specific flags towards him as the suspect.

Count Shweig - He wasn't mentioned at all during the parliament meeting and hasn't made any significant moves in the story besides being jolly and kind.

Cardinal Richelieu/Wolffe: The mysterious eye watching Johannes could be anyone, but ORKA has used that character to symbolize Richelieu and Wolffe multiple times (not to mention Wolffe's crazy eyes even in daylight). As suspicious as they are, they didn't seem to regard Shuri as a threat during her early days.

The suspects:

Benjamin Bayern: Lady Bayern's adoptive son kissing Shuri's hand to Shuri getting freaked out by his gaze raises some flags for sure. But there isn't much we can go off on so far, as he only came up once for half a chapter. While he could've heard the parliament news through his mother, evidence pointing against him is that we don't know if he was around at that point in time. He appears for the first time AFTER the 3 year timeskip, where Shuri meets Lady Bayern again. Lady Bayern gives Shuri the "good news" which suggests that he was adopted some time during those 3 years.

Duke Heinrich: At this point in time, Duke Heinrich would've already cheated on his wife with his mistress. According to Ohara, her father is an active social climber actively searching for ways to the top, even using her mother Claudia as a tool for his success. He has a reputation for seducing women for his personal gain, which checks off boxes for the contents of the letter. However, at this point in time, Jeremy and Ohara would've already been engaged. So I'm not sure if Heinrich would've done something so rash.

Viscount Solingen: Shuri remembers meeting the Viscount in the 1st timeline on her way to a parliament meeting. He made a comment about Shuri being the new head and that it hadn't been long since Shuri got married. He invites her to dinner after the meeting, suggesting that he's also a parliament member. Like Benjamin, not much has been revealed about him but Shuri seemed to be suspicious of him and we should be too.

[teecupangel]

what if Desmond becomes some sort of bodyguard for Claudia and her girls? Like, they work in a 'whore house' so it'd be pretty obvious that some men would act aggressively against them, so Desmond would take out his inner bouncer (I head cannon that he worked as a part time bartender part time bouncer at his old bar) and haul the men outside and threaten them and stuff, sometimes going to beat them up. And Claudia would keep him around because 1) he's a great investment and 2) he looks so much like Ezio she becomes suspicious that they may be father and son. Which leads to Ezio having a little freak out when Claudia finally manages to get the two to interact. And Ezio is silently panicking because 'fuck, he looks like me. I think he's my son' and Desmond would be freaking out because it's *Ezio*. Who keeps staring like Desmond had grown two heads. And Claudia is just looking at the two idiots off to the side wondering if she should worry about one of them trying to jump out the window.

Desmond has a better chance of jumping out of the window in this scenario since Ezio would be too busy processing the possibility that he has a son that he didn’t even know about.

Considering this would be set during Brotherhood, Ezio would be in his forties and Desmond would look like he’s in his twenties in Ezio’s eyes so he would probably think that he’s a child of one of his nightly activities in Firenze during his youth.

Also, Desmond is pretty enough that some customers would check him out and ask if he’s available. Which will be funny because, according to AC Wiki:

the Rosa in Fiore played host to many patrons visiting it each day, including important Roman cardinals, senators and Papal Guards, proving as a invaluable information asset to the Assassin Order

This meant that some of the people interested in Desmond are actually members of the Vatican, lollol.

And, because Rosa in Fiore has a ‘colorful’ clientele, it would probably make more sense if Desmond’s job as a bouncer is less about keeping rowdy clients out and more about making sure their clients are safe while they’re in the brothel.

And Claudia gave Desmond the job to see how he does. Desmond doesn’t realize that Claudia is checking his strength and skill. She does think he looks too much like Ezio to be a coincidence and his penchant for not wanting to talk about his parents or making up ludicrous lies that change each time another person asks him only makes Claudia believe that Desmond was adopted by ‘bad people’ and he has no idea who his real father is.

He’s pretty much just annoyed with all these pathetic assassination attempts and… maybe, just maybe, he hints at a better time for these sellswords to try their luck for the clients that no one in Rosa in Fiore would miss.

Desmond does sometimes get to rough up some of the clients but only the ones getting too handsy and the girls make sure to only call Desmond once the troublemakers are in very compromising positions so they would be too afraid to retaliate when Desmond does give them the ‘talk’.

Even if they talked about Desmond threatening them, other clients would just scoff at that because most of them know Desmond as the gardener. XD

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To be frank, I will be basing my vote for you in upcoming elections on this issue. I will be watching closely to see how you vote on issues regarding funding to Israel. I will not vote for you in the next election if you vote to send any money, support, or weaponry to Israel. I will be voting for you if you vote to block money, support, and weaponry to Israel.

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[venusiennes]

[monochromatictoad]

Lol wanna infodump to me about Gabriel so I can use that information to compare how similar he's with mister Quinlan? I like comparing vampire's features from different kinds of franchises.

👀 under read more for heavy spoilers of the LoS Trilogy!

Edit: I didn't even mention his features once, Fml.

Gabriel is a tall, broad man with auburn hair, and facial hair, though he's kinda scruffy. He also has dark blue eyes, and has a monotone, soft voice. With a Scottish accent. Also he has cute moles and freckles 🩷

Dracul is incredibly pale, you can actually see his veins in the model, with black hair and red eyes. His hair is longer, and he has claws. His robe is open, where he is fully tiddy out. He's perpetually exhausted, and it shows in his voice. His facial hair is formed into a goatee, and is more filled out. He doesn't have pointy ears, or noticeable fangs, but he has a Dragon form!

Ok, so Gabriel was an orphan born around the 11th century, however his blood family was supposedly of royal descent. It's theorized that he was a bastard son in the Cronqvist family, which is stated in his bio in LoS1. I remember it stating in the same bio that he was found in the arms of an Archangel Gabriel statue, thus being named Gabriel, however I can't find the proof of that piece. He was taken in by the Brotherhood of Light, a morally grey group of early Catholic knights, as an infant and raised by them. He loves mountains, and named himself Belmont after them. He was stated to have been aloof and hard to like, unless it was his best friend. He was plagued by dark thoughts, which only she could clear. 1039, he married his best friend, Marie, and in 1046, he went on a mission to capture the Daemon Lord, which was a coverup so that Cardinal Volpe and the other elders, plus Pan, could essentially force Marie into giving up their son Trevor, who was born while Gabriel was gone.

In 1049, Marie was murdered, starting Gabriel's quest in LoS1. He meets Pan and goes to the Titan Graveyard, where we fight our first titan, and meet Zobek. Marie also communicates to Gabriel in this place. Zobek helps Gabriel on his journey, and even tells him about the God Mask, which will allow the wearer essentially gain the power of God himself. All he needs to do is kill the Lords of Shadow and gain the parts of the mask they are guarding. On his way to the first Lord, Cornell the Lord of Lycans, he meets Claudia and her protector the Black Knight Golem. Now Claudia is the last of the Aghartan civilization, which was destroyed by Cornell. Now, one thing to keep in mind, is that she's a teenager, but it's actually unknown what her age or her DOB is. She's also mute and speaks telepathically. With her, Gabriel destroys the second titan. However, while resting, Gabriel has a nightmare where he stabs and kills Claudia, and he wakes to Pan coming to talk to him. Pan informs him that he needs to take the gauntlet from the Black Knight Golem, which Gabriel refuses, until he looks over to Claudia and finds that his nightmare was reality, and he had killed Claudia. Which starts a fight between Gabriel and The Black Knight Golem. Gabriel wins, and takes the gauntlet, and also absorbs the dark energy. He has been absorbing all the bosses dark energies.

When he fights Cornell, Cornell tells him what the Lords of Shadow are. Essentially, the Lords of Shadow in question: Cornell, Carmilla, and Death; were founders of the Brotherhood of Light. They were drawn to holy spots on the Earth, and when they came to these spots, they essentially got tricked and the holy sides went to Heaven to become generals of God's armies, while the husk of sin was left on Earth and reigned terror. Gabriel proceeds to beat him to death with his own hammer, before being hit with the dark power, and getting the Cyclone Boots relic.

Pan takes him to the next area, where Zobek meets him at the Wygol Graveyard and he confronts the Abbey, who had hoarded the holy water, essentially sentencing his people to death or into becoming Vampires. Gabriel takes the holy water, which in turn leaves the Abbey to death by the hands of the vampires.

Once Gabriel gets to the Castle, and he meets Laura, a young vampire girl. Now, he doesn't really know how to handle the girl, because of her spoiled, bloodthirsty attitude, but when she gets close to killing him, he sinks to his knees and we have another scene with Marie, where he tells her that he doesn't deserve her, that he's ashamed of everything he's done. That he doesn't deserve to be a man of God. But she comforts him the whole time, holding his face and hugging him. Laura stops and watches him, before saying "I... I envy you..." Before she leaves with the final words of "I don't want to play anymore."

Gabriel gets to Carmilla, where she tries to seduce him and he genuinely looks disgusted by her. She reiterates what Cornell says, and he defeats her by hooking onto her leg as she tries to fly away, and using the cyclone boots and the gauntlet, he's able to keep himself from slamming into the castle roof and instead uses it to stake her and keeps her pinned until the sun comes up.

After Carmilla, Pan opens a portal to the entrance to the land of the dead. The only way he can get through is by helping Baba Yaga retrieve the keys to her music box, where she can get a blue rose and regain her youth. This also means that she shrinks Gabriel down to go into the music box itself, and the poor man is so confused. It's a shame because after he gets the rose and goes through the portal, his stalker kills Baba Yaga, mostly because he is unsure of who she is working for, and that scares his stalker.

The DLC essentially is where Gabriel becomes a vampire by drinking from Laura, which kills her, and facing the Forgotten One, whose power gives Gabriel the insane powers he has in LoS:MoF and LoS2.

Once making it through the land of the dead, he meets Death, who is Zobek. Zobek kills Gabriel and completes the mask, which was actually a ploy for Satan, who in turn incapacitates Zobek and takes the mask. Now, Marie protects Gabriel during this time, as the restless spirits are trying to figure out what's going on. God allows Gabriel to come back, as an Angel, to where he defeats and exorcises Satan, claiming that "Every man has the power to repent. I have faith in that." Keep this quote in mind. Then he finds out the God Mask will only allow the wearer to see through the eyes of God. And that's it. He talks to Marie the last time, and breaks down in screen for a moment.

Quick edit: I forgot to mention Death reveals that he mind controlled Gabriel while he slept into beheading Marie and stabbing Claudia, killing both of them.

MoF can be summed up like this, Dracula (he calls himself Dracula in this one) fights a knight of the Brotherhood, staking this knight with the Vampire Killer. This knight is Trevor, but he only reveals that he is Dracula's son, to which the Mirror of Fate confirms this. So in a moment of panic, Dracula feeds Trevor his blood, which he thinks didn't work, so he has a tomb special made for Trevor, but he calls his boy Alucard, since he doesn't know Trevor's name at this point. However, in his rage, Dracula sent a hoard of monsters into the village that sent Trevor, which resulted in Trevor's wife, Sypha, being killed and their son, Simon, to be orphaned. 30 years later, Simon invades the Castle, and Trevorcard wakes up from his death sleep. Something I've always enjoyed in this trilogy is just how much emotion the men express in it, Trevorcard onscreen sobs at the fact he's now a vampire, before trying to piece himself back together, and going to try and fight Dracula. It's pretty unanimous that Dracula let them win, but it can't be confirmed.

Now LoS2, Dracul is revealed to still be capable of wielding holy magic, and stakes himself on the Crissaegrim, just for the chance of true death, eternal peace. In doing this, he makes a very painful pact with his son, that he will sleep until time comes for him to reawaken and finally defeat both Zobek and Satan, once and for all. Now, Dracul's memories of the event of the pact are frazzled, as are the effects of the Crissaegrim. Dracul goes in and out of his mind, which is the Castle trying to keep him in the pit of despair and the cycle of hate. He has to protect his son, Trevor, who is a young boy in the Castle. There is also a point where he has to defend and protect Marie from the Castle's Illusion of Carmilla. Dracul defeats his inner darkness, and once again becomes the Champion of God, by destroying Satan. However, during the fight, Satan possesses Trevorcard and begins to taunt him with phrases like, "Your son hates you, Gabriel! What did you do to him?"

Satan tries to make Dracul recreate when he killed his son, by using the Vampire Killer. However, Dracul was quicker, and pins Satan against a fence and stakes him there, killing Satan once and for all.

He goes back over where Trevorcard is unconscious, and he cuts himself open to drop his blood into Trevorcard's mouth, who surges back awake and drinks in his father's blood, before he gets pulled away.

Things end on a more hopeful, happy ending.

I personally like to think that Marie gets revived and lives with them, because Gabriel deserves his family back after everything he's been through. Also, there is a Brotherhood archer who accompanies him in the Pachislot version of LoS1, her name is Felicia. But I don't have much info on their relationship, other than possibly being Mentor-Student.

Honestly, he is a man who gets shit done, and doesn't hesitate, especially when it comes to his family. Dracul is blunt and cold, but it just depends on who he's talking to. But he's still a traumatized man, who really just wanted to die. Also doesn't help that in order to upgrade Dracul's powers in LoS2, it involves Dracul cutting himself open. Which does hurt him. It's also the only way to use the fast travel system too.

[mariacallous]

TORVAIANICA, Italy/VATICAN CITY, Nov 19 (Reuters) - The run-down beach town of Torvaianica is about 35 kms (20 miles) south of the Vatican.

But for transgender women who live there it had seemed light years away until a rapprochement with the Catholic Church that began during the COVID-19 lockdown and led to an invitation to have lunch with Pope Francis on Sunday.

Claudia Victoria Salas, 55, and Carla Segovia, 46, both Argentinian, were in a group of transgender people, among about 1,200 poor and homeless people, who attended the lunch on the Church's World Day of the poor.

To her surprise, Salas, a former sex worker, found herself seated opposite the pope, who is also Argentinian, at the main table in the auditorium, where the pontiff holds his general audiences in winter.

"We transgenders here in Italy feel a bit more human because the fact that Pope Francis brings us closer to the Church is a beautiful thing," Carla Segovia, 46, a sex worker, said earlier this week on the deserted windy beach of Torvaianica.

"Because we need some love," she said.

Last week, the Vatican's doctrinal office issued a statement saying transgender people can be godparents at Roman Catholic baptisms, witnesses at religious weddings and receive baptism themselves.

LGBT rights advocates in the church welcomed the move while conservatives condemned it, accusing Francis of sending confusing signals about sexual morality to the faithful.

Francis, 86, has tried to make the Church more welcoming to the LGBT community without changing Church teachings, including one saying that same-sex attraction is not sinful but same-sex acts are.

At the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, Father Andrea Conocchia, the pastor of the Blessed Immaculate Virgin parish in Torvaianica helped the transgender community with food and other assistance.

Parish resources were stretched at the time because many people were cut off from income, so Conocchia asked for help from the cardinal who runs the pope's charities.

As well as sending money, the cardinal arranged for them to have COVID vaccinations in the Vatican and to meet the pope.

"For us, he is our saint," Salas said of Conocchia last week.

On Sunday, Conocchia arrived at the Vatican on a bus with about 50 poor from his parish, including transgender people, both foreign born and Italian.

"This is a fantastic opportunity for all of us transsexuals," Segovia said, as she entered the auditorium. "I send the pope a big kiss".

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 25 - Breeding

Cardinal!Secondo x Reader

Since Papa Primo took his ascension, Cardinal Secondo had started thinking about the future. More specifically, the legacy he was going to leave behind…

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Since Primo took his ascension to the papacy, Cardinal Secondo had started thinking about the future. More specifically, the legacy he was going to leave behind. It was a shift you noticed almost immediately—small at first, just a tightening of his features when he spoke of his brother, a tension in his hands when he held you. But soon it had grown into something heavier, something that weighed on him in quiet moments and filled the silence between you.

You sit across from him now, the low light of the candle flickering between you as you watch him, his brow furrowed, eyes distant. The usual fire that burned behind those stormy irises seemed dimmed lately, as though the weight of his thoughts had stolen it away. His hand rested on the glass of wine beside him, untouched, fingers tracing the rim absent-mindedly. He hadn’t said much in the last hour, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“Secondo?” you murmur softly, reaching out across the table to lay your hand atop his. It’s a small gesture, but it pulls him from whatever spiral of thoughts had him captive. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see that flicker of warmth return.

“Hm?” His voice is deep, gravelly, but softer when he speaks to you. It’s always been like that—rough around the edges, but with a tenderness reserved only for you.

“Where are you?” you ask, squeezing his hand gently.

He sighs, running his free hand through his dark hair. “Right here,” he replies, though you know it’s only half true. His gaze drifts again, and after a moment, he speaks, his voice quieter, thoughtful. “Primo… he’s secured his place, you know. His ascension, his legacy. And what have I done?” He chuckles, but it’s a hollow sound, lacking any real humour. “Nothing but stand in his shadow.”

You frown at that. It wasn’t like him to talk this way—to compare himself so openly to his brothers. He was always the proud, stubborn one, the one who walked his own path without looking back. But Primo’s rise had shifted something deep within him, something that gnawed at his sense of purpose.

“Secondo…” You stand and move around the table, slipping into the seat beside him. Your hand lifts to cup his cheek, turning his face towards you. “You’ve built your own legacy. Look at everything you’ve accomplished—everything we’ve accomplished.” Your thumb brushes gently across the stubble on his jawline. “Don’t let Primo’s path make you question yours.”

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, as though savouring the reassurance you offer. When he opens them again, the vulnerability is still there, lingering behind that hard exterior. “I just… what will they remember of me, when it’s all said and done?” he asks quietly. “I don’t want to be forgotten.”

You shake your head, your heart tightening at his words. “You won’t be forgotten,” you tell him firmly. “You’re unforgettable, Secondo. Not just to the Clergy, but to me. You’ve left a mark, whether you see it or not.”

A faint smile tugs at his lips, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always know how to talk sense into me, don’t you?” He presses a kiss to your palm before taking your hand in his, his grip firm but comforting.

“It’s the truth,” you reply softly. “And whatever comes next, I’ll be right here beside you.”

Secondo’s gaze softens, and for the first time that evening, the tension in his shoulders seems to ease. He reaches out, pulling you closer until you’re nestled against his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a rare, unguarded moment of intimacy. His chin rests atop your head, and you hear the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your ear, grounding you both.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned back, capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss. The world around you faded, leaving only the warmth of his body beneath you as you straddled his lap, your thighs pressing against him. It was a bold move, one that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you.

Pulling away slightly, he fixed you with a heated gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You know, Primo doesn’t have any children yet,” he mused, his breath hot against your skin. “Maybe we should get on with it.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, a wicked glint that sent a jolt of desire straight through you.

Your heart raced at the implication, the raw, primal need for his seed mixing with the thrill of his proposition. “Get on with what exactly?” you teased, though your body betrayed you, arching closer to him, eager for the tension that crackled in the air.

He chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “You know what I mean. It’s about time I leave my mark.” His hands slid down your back, gripping your hips as he shifted beneath you, the growing hardness between his legs pressing against your core. “What better way than to fill you up, to ensure there’s a little bit of me running around?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the idea igniting a fire within you. You’d imagined this moment before—the thrill of being taken, of being claimed in the most primal way. You bit your lip, a sly smile forming as you leaned in closer, your voice low. “You want to breed me, then?”

“Absolutely,” he said, the heat in his gaze intensifying. “I want to see you round with my child, filled with what’s mine.” His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you down onto him, urging you to feel the hard evidence of his desire. “I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

The suggestion hung heavy in the air, a heady mix of lust and longing. The thought of being filled with his seed, of carrying a part of him, drove you wild. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” you whispered, your voice laced with urgency.

His lips crashed against yours once more, and you felt the world around you fade again. You were entirely in his grasp, and as he began to grind against you, the line between need and want blurred.

Secondo’s kiss grew more demanding, his lips bruising against yours as his hands gripped your hips with an almost possessive force. He shifted beneath you, his hardness pressing insistently against your core, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. His breath came hot and fast as he broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re going to take it all,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous, and thick with intent. “Every last drop. And when I’m done, you’ll be dripping with me.” His hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, your bodies flush against each other.

You let out a soft gasp, the primal heat of his words curling low in your belly, sparking that urgent desire that had been building between you. His hands roamed your body, rough but precise, as though he was laying claim to every inch of you. And in that moment, you were his—completely and utterly.

“I want to watch it take,” he rasped, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I want to see you swollen, round with my child. And every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remember that I put it there.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body responding instinctively to the raw, animalistic need coursing through him. You could feel his cock twitch beneath you, the promise of what he would do pushing you further into that primal state of mind. You wanted him inside you, to be filled, stretched, and claimed in the most intimate way.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice breathy, pleading. You rolled your hips against him, feeling the hard length of him through his trousers, desperate for more. “I need you, Secondo.”

Secondo’s eyes darkened further at your words, a growl escaping his throat as he lifted you effortlessly from his lap. His hands were firm, commanding, as he carried you to the bed, the intensity in his gaze never wavering. He laid you down on the mattress with a swift motion, his body immediately following, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“You need me?” he rasped, his voice dripping with dominance as he settled between your thighs, the heat of his body pressing into yours. “Then you’ll have me.” His hands were everywhere—rough and possessive—peeling away your clothes with swift, eager movements until you were bare beneath him, exposed and vulnerable to his every whim.

His lips found your neck, biting and sucking at your skin, leaving marks as he worked his way down your body. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading you open for him as he settled between your legs. He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on you, taking in the sight of you laid out before him.

“You look perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, thick with lust. “Ready to be filled. Ready to take everything I give you.” His fingers trailed down your thigh, brushing over your slick heat, teasing you until you squirmed beneath him.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside you, a guttural moan escaping your lips at the sudden intrusion. He moved them with precision, curling and twisting, making sure you were soaked, ready for what was to come. The rhythm of his hand quickened, coaxing your pleasure from you until your hips bucked, desperate for more.

Secondo’s fingers continued their relentless assault, plunging in and out of you with a practised rhythm that left you gasping for breath. His touch was precise, the pads of his fingers grazing against that perfect spot inside you, making your body arch off the mattress with every stroke. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, mingling with the soft, desperate moans escaping your lips.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I can feel how ready you are. You’re going to take it all so well, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, nodding, unable to form words as his fingers curled inside you, pressing harder against that spot that made your vision blur. He increased the pace, his other hand gripping your thigh to hold you still as he fucked you with his fingers, his thumb brushing over your clit in maddening, teasing circles.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear. “So fucking desperate. You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you?”

Your hips bucked against his hand, seeking more, the need to be filled overwhelming every other thought. “Please,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, your body trembling beneath him. “I need more.”

Secondo’s dark chuckle vibrated through you, his fingers still thrusting, twisting, bringing you closer to the edge with every movement. “You’ll come on my fingers first,” he growled, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, circling faster. “Then I’ll give you what you need.”

The tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, your body writhing under his touch as the pleasure built to a nearly unbearable height. His fingers quickened, fucking you with ruthless precision, his thumb never relenting, pushing you closer to the brink.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice low, commanding. “Now.”

It was all too much, the pressure finally breaking as your orgasm crashed over you, your muscles clenching around his fingers, your body shuddering violently beneath him. You cried out, your nails digging into his arms as the wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

But Secondo didn’t stop. Even as you came, he kept his fingers deep inside you, drawing out every last tremor, every aftershock, until you were a quivering mess beneath him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, savouring the sight of your slickness coating them.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “But we’re just getting started.”

Secondo’s gaze was dark and unrelenting, watching your body tremble beneath him, still sensitive from your release. Without a word, he stood up, his hands going to the buttons of his cassock. Slowly, methodically, he began to strip, his eyes never leaving yours as each layer of his robes fell away, revealing the powerful body beneath.

He knew what he was doing, teasing you with the slow reveal of his skin, making you wait in anticipation. His movements were deliberate, controlled, his cock hard and thick as it sprang free from his trousers. He stroked himself lazily, watching the way your eyes followed every movement, your breath hitching with anticipation.

“You want this, don’t you?” His voice was low, a dark promise laced with the growl in his tone. He stepped closer to the bed, standing over you as his hand stroked his cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. “You want to be filled by me. You want me to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel it tomorrow.”

You could only nod, your body arching towards him, desperate for his touch, for the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. The tension between you was thick, every second of waiting only amplifying the need that coursed through your veins.

Secondo climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered himself over you. His cock brushed against your entrance, teasing, the slickness of your arousal coating the tip as he pressed just enough to make you squirm.

“Are you ready for me?” he rasped, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse quicken. “Ready to take me inside? To be bred like you’re meant to be?”

You whimpered, nodding as his grip on your throat tightened slightly, the sensation making your core clench in anticipation. The primal need to be filled, to have him inside you, overwhelmed everything else. “Yes,” you gasped. “Please, Secondo. I need you.”

A wicked smile curled his lips, and without another word, he thrust into you in one smooth, powerful motion, filling you completely. The stretch was immediate, intense, as your body adjusted to the sheer size of him. His cock buried deep, and the sensation of being completely filled sent a shudder through you.

Secondo paused for a moment, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you gasp, his eyes locked on yours as he held you there, pinned beneath him. “You feel that?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “That’s what you’ve been craving. Being filled, claimed. And I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”

He began to move, pulling out slowly, teasingly, before slamming back into you with a force that left you breathless. Each thrust was deliberate, deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you with an intensity that made your toes curl. His hand remained on your throat, controlling the pressure, keeping you in that delicate balance between pleasure and submission.

The friction was overwhelming, the way his cock stretched you with every thrust, driving deeper and deeper, filling you in a way that made your mind spin. Secondo’s other hand gripped your hip, holding you still as he fucked you with an almost punishing pace, each thrust harder, more desperate, as though he was determined to make you feel every inch of him.

“You’re going to take all of me,” he rasped, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he watched the way your body responded to him. “Every last drop. I’m going to fill you so full, you won’t be able to think about anything else. You’ll be dripping with me, swollen with my child.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, the primal desire to be bred consuming every thought. You could feel the tension building in your core again, that tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every thrust, his cock slamming into you with a rhythm that was as precise as it was brutal.

His hand around your throat tightened just a little more, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath catch, to make the world blur at the edges. The sensation only heightened your pleasure, the mixture of control and submission driving you closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” he growled, his thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat, his cock hitting deep inside you. “Come while I fill you. I want to feel you tighten around me, milk me dry.”

His words were the final push you needed, the pressure inside you snapping as your orgasm crashed through you. Your body clenched around him, your muscles contracting as waves of pleasure ripped through you, your breath coming in ragged gasps beneath his grip. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of it heightened by the way his cock filled you completely, by the control he had over you.

Secondo didn’t stop as your orgasm wracked your body. If anything, the way you clenched around his cock only seemed to spur him on. He growled low in his throat, his hips snapping against yours in rough, unrelenting thrusts. He watched you with a dark satisfaction, his hand still wrapped around your throat, keeping you teetering on the edge of breathlessness.

But then, he slowed just enough to pull out of you, your body immediately missing the fullness, the heat of him. Before you could protest, his strong hands gripped your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. You barely had time to catch your breath before he yanked you up onto your hands and knees, positioning you the way he wanted, his cock hard and glistening as it pressed against your entrance again.

“You look perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he reached for your hair, twisting his hand into it and pulling your head back with a firm, possessive tug. The angle forced your back into a deep arch, your body exposed and open for him, exactly how he wanted you. “Made to be fucked like an animal. Made to be bred.”

With one swift motion, he slammed back into you, deeper than before, his cock hitting you at a different angle that made stars explode behind your eyes. The rough stretch sent a cry from your lips, but it was swallowed by the sound of his ragged breathing and the slap of skin against skin.

His thrusts were merciless now, his grip on your hair tight, pulling you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. The sound of it—of him, of you��filled the room, raw and primal. His free hand slid down your back, nails dragging across your skin before gripping your waist, holding you in place as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly in your ear as he pulled your head back further, your scalp tingling from the force of his grip. “Every drop of me, filling you, making you mine. You’ll be swollen with my child, marked by me.”

His words sent another surge of heat through you, your body trembling under the force of his dominance, the possessiveness of his tone. You could feel yourself spiraling towards another release, the tension building rapidly as his cock drove into you with a punishing rhythm. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, each one harder, deeper, as if he was determined to make you feel him for days.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he rasped, his voice strained as he tugged on your hair again, pulling your body back against his, the slap of his hips against your ass loud and unforgiving. “You were made for this. Made to be fucked and filled. I’ll breed you again and again, until you’re swollen with my legacy.”

His hand on your waist slid down, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive nub, driving you closer to the edge with every stroke. You could feel your body responding, your muscles tightening around him, the pressure building inside you until it was almost unbearable.

“I want you to come again,” he growled, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he leaned over you, his hand tugging your hair harder, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “I want you to come while I fill you, while I claim you.”

His words, his rough touch, the way his cock filled you over and over—it was too much. The coil of pleasure inside you snapped, and you came with a cry, your body clenching tightly around him, spasming as wave after wave of intense pleasure tore through you. Your vision blurred, and the only thing that kept you grounded was the feeling of him, his cock still pounding into you, his grip in your hair, his words dripping with lust.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice strained as your orgasm milked his cock, your walls clamping down around him. “Good girl. Now, take it. Take all of me.”

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he released, filling you with his seed. You could feel the heat of it, the way he pulsed inside you, his body pressed against yours as he spilled everything he had into you. His grip on your hair loosened, but his other hand held your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he emptied himself into you.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, his chest pressed against your back, both of you panting, bodies spent but still connected. You could feel his cum leaking from you, a reminder of how full he had made you, of what he had promised.

Finally, he released your hair, his hand sliding down to caress your back in a short moment of tenderness. He pulled out of you slowly, his seed spilling from your body as he did, the emptiness almost jarring after the intensity of being so full.

As the aftershocks of your shared release began to fade, you felt Secondo’s hand slide gently over your back, grounding you in the aftermath of what had just transpired. He lingered there, his breathing gradually slowing, his chest rising and falling heavily. When he finally drew away, there was a lingering sense of warmth in the way his fingers traced your skin, a rare tenderness surfacing just beneath his commanding exterior.

Slowly, he helped you turn over onto your back, the intensity of his gaze softened now, though there was still a flicker of pride and satisfaction in his eyes as he looked down at you. He adjusted the rumpled blankets beneath you, a subtle but genuine gesture, before he stretched out beside you, one arm possessively curling around your waist as he pulled you close.

Without a word, he tucked you against his chest, his breathing rhythmic and steady as his fingers idly traced patterns along your shoulder. Exhausted and blissfully content, you nestled into his warmth, letting your head rest against him as the weight of sleep began to settle in. Secondo’s hand continued its slow, comforting movements, his presence grounding you, marking the end of an unforgettable night with an unspoken promise of more.

“Sleep, cara mia,” he murmured, voice low and soothing, his breath brushing against your hair. “You’ll need your strength.”

And with that, you drifted off in his embrace, the memories of his words, his touch, and the possessive look in his eyes lingering as you slipped into sleep.

Prev./Next

[hawkinsmafia]

day 12 : birdsong

featuring Billy Hargrove x oc Natalie Henderson

summary: Billy’s not-quite-girlfriend teaches him to use bird identification to ease his anger

rating: general

wc: 1.2k

cw: titmouses

an: written for the 200 Words Challenge.

She could tell Billy was getting agitated, saw the glances he was darting toward her mother and her barrage of questions. Her mother didn’t understand—couldn’t, really—what she was doing, still being kept in the dark about great big swathes of Billy’s trauma. But Billy wasn’t ready to open up to Claudia about it, and it wasn’t Natalie’s place to share, so all she could do was lay her hand over Billy’s tight fist and interrupt her mother with, “Hey, why don’t you come step outside with me for a minute?” It took an added “Please?” before Billy’s glower softened enough to agree, and as they scooted their chairs back across the linoleum, Nat shot her mother an apologetic look that she hoped would be read as ‘I’ll explain later.’

She led Billy out the back door and onto the patio, fully lit by the midmorning sun, and made sure to close the door behind them.

“Sorry about her,” Nat said quickly. “She’s nosy as hell, but she really does mean well.”

Billy gave an irritable scoff. “What are we doing out here?”

“I just thought maybe you could use a few minutes to recenter.”

“The hell does that mean?” He hiked the collar of his jacket up in an annoyed fidget and reached for his cigarettes.

“You know, like when something’s getting to you, pissing you off or something, it makes you feel out of balance? Just sort of… wrong? Like you need to reconfigure yourself and do a hard reset so you can go back to being centered and balanced.”

He didn’t respond as he lit his cigarette, but he didn’t fire off a smart ass remark either, which was good enough for Nat.

“C’mon, sit here with me.” She plopped herself down on the steps that led to the open yard, the cellar doors, and the woods beyond, and had to hide her surprise when Billy did the same without hesitation. The steps were wide, but he sat close enough that their thighs touched, and Nat didn’t try to pull away.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, surrounded by the sounds of nature. Billy puffed heavily on his cigarette at first, but Nat noticed that after a while he mostly just held it between his fingers, flicking ashes off as it smoldered.

“So, like… what do we do?” Billy asked after a moment.

Natalie shrugged. “I just like to sit for a while and listen to the woods. Can you hear all the birds?”

“Yeah, they’re noisy fuckers.”

“I try to identify them by their songs. Listen. Do you hear that nasal one?” She paused, letting the call happen again, then mimicked it softly. Billy nodded. “That’s a blue jay. And that one that’s like—” She whistled a quick-fire warbling tone, and something high up in the trees echoed the song back; Billy raised his gaze, looking for the source. “That’s a cardinal. He’s looking for a mate. I guess he must be pretty desperate if he’s answering my call.”

“Shut up with that shit.”

Natalie looked at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. “What shit?”

“Talking about yourself like that. Stop.”

She blinked, not expecting that at all. She’d thought he was annoyed by her bird calls. “I… I just meant that I’m a human. And he’s a bird.”

He looked at her, his eyebrows flat and skeptical.

“Our families wouldn’t approve,” she continued, and that made him crack, looking away again with a small smile.

“What’s that one?” he asked.

“Which one?”

“That one. The… the peep-peep-peep-peep one.” It wasn’t a great mimicry, but it was cute.

“That’s a tufted titmouse.”

“I like that one.”

“It’s a pretty song.”

“I like it because it’s a tit-mouse,” he smirked, and he bumped his knee against hers.

She laughed. “If only they actually had tits.”

“Maybe they have mouse tits, just too small to see. How it got its name.” They both chuckled, and Billy took a draw off his cigarette before smashing it out on the step. “Can you see it from here? The titmouse?”

“Mhmm, it’s right there.” She pointed toward where the tufted titmouse was hopping from one pine branch to another, warbling its call hopefully.

“Where? You just pointed at like a million trees.”

“Here, see the wagon right there?”

“Yeah.”

“Go two trunks to the left of the wagon, then follow it up about thirty, thirty-five feet.” She watched him move his head as he followed the trunk toward its branches, squinting at the needles.

“I still don’t see it…”

“Hang on, stay still.” Nat squirmed up one step higher on the stairs and scooted herself behind Billy. With their height difference, her head was only an inch or two higher than his now. “Follow my finger,” she instructed, stretching her arm over his shoulder and pointing to the titmouse.

To his credit, Billy was trying, even leaned his head against her arm to line his sight up with her point. “Oh, I think I—no, that’s a fucking squirrel.”

She giggled behind him. “The squirrel is close. A little higher from there.” She put her other hand in Billy’s hair, guiding his head into the right angle. “See it?”

Billy made an uncertain hum.

“Oh, he just flitted to the next branch, did you see him?” She adjusted his head again, aiming his gaze to the other side of the tree trunk.

“Oh! Is that it? Little grey guy? Tiny nose? Beak, whatever.”

“Yeah!”

“That’s how he’s gonna charm the lady-tits? Wearing grey and going peep-peep-peep in one note? No wonder he’s striking out.”

“It gets worse, male and female titmouses are pretty much identical anyway.”

Billy looked over his shoulder at Nat with a disgusted expression. “Never mind, that’s not my favorite bird. Zero effort. Try harder, bird!”

“You might like a sage grouse.”

“What do those sound like?”

“I don’t know, we don’t have them here, they’re more around the Rockies. But there’s pictures in the bird book. Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah, show me this cool bird.”

Billy stood up first, and turned and offered Natalie a hand, which she accepted and pulled herself to her feet again. Dusting off her backside, she led him back inside, through the den and into the living room, easily finding the book she wanted on the huge book shelf occupying one wall.

“Okay, so, you know how female birds are always kinda boring to look at?”

“Yeah, they could put in some more effort too.”

“Female sage grouses are just kinda mottled brown and smooth, nothing special. But this is the male at rest.”

She turned the book toward him so he could see the full-color photograph of the bird. He peered at it, frowning. “He’s kinda boring too…. I mean, the spikes are kinda cool, and that white fur collar thing, but—”

“And here he is attracting a mate.”

Moving her hand revealed the opposite page to Billy, and he immediately snorted. The bird looked the same in both photos, save for one notable difference: a pair of yellowish-green bulbs sprouting from his breast, fully inflated and looking every bit like an imitation of human breasts.

“You wanted a bird with tits, the sage grouse delivers!” Natalie grinned, putting the book back on the shelf. Billy was still smiling when she turned back to him. “If the birdwatching did anything for you, I can get out my binoculars for you, maybe help you find the birds more easily…”

Billy bit his lip and glanced toward the kitchen, as if checking that they were still alone out here, before taking a step closer to Natalie. “I, uh… I could see the bird just fine,” he admitted, still smiling.

“Then why…?”

“I just wanted you to keep playing with my hair.”

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