I wanna ghilk the anti ghope’s ghock
hope u enjoy it
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"You want to what?"
You put one hand on your hip. The other you held your hand out open but with your fingers slightly curled inwards. Trying to simulate the action that you were hoping to be doing, as you flick your wrist from side to side. "To ghilk your ghock."
Copia stares. Not blinking, his eyes remain wide. His head was slightly tilted back, hair tucked behind his ears. You can just see the hint of his front teeth peeking out at this angle. It definitely was giving off the rodent vibe you heard all the other siblings of sin say he had. You didn't really see it, but you always did seem to see the Cardinal in a different light.
Maybe that was part of the reason why you were chosen for this job. Everyone seemed to know you didn't mind how he looked, and well, you hadn't objected to the job.
Which made sense considering you were eager to do it.
"C'mon, this will be easier if we start soon." You lower your hands, bending your knees to grab the handle of the small, silver, tin bucket you've brought. The container was chosen mainly for amusement, looking like a smaller version of a milk bucket.
You didn't think it would take the man long to fill it. Mainly from the outline of something long and thick pressed against his thigh so easy to see in those wonderfully tight pants. Even though they were a little frayed, you could see the bulge resting within the fabric.
And he wasn't even hard. At least you didn't think so. Not yet. But maybe he had a bit of fear kink-
"I don't wish to be milked, or, ghilked." He says with a shudder, mismatched gaze growing somehow even wider. "Why would I need to be milked?"
"You're papa now, right? Papas need to give a part of themselves to the rituals around here. Papas get milked regularly." Your lips curl up, into a sharper grin at the poor man. "Or ghilked, depending on your preference."
Copia does not look like he believes you for a moment. His left eye even twitches while he stares at you, mouth slightly open. A pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Is there a difference?"
You bat your eyelashes at him giving him your best smile. "That depends on what you want, Papa."
This shudder is a bit different now, there's a different sort of look in his eyes. Mismatched eyes turn to the bucket. "If were to agree to this, which I am not, how much of that needs to be filled?" He gestures a finger in the air, pointing to your tiny bucket.
"Whatever you're willing to give. Any donation is welcome, Papa."
He sighs, looking unsure. "And this is a regular occurrence?"
You pause, thinking. But you're quite certain you have that information right. "That's what Terzo told me."
Copia sighs, looking unsure but stands to follow you. "Let's go somewhere private at least first."
You smile, deciding not to tease his shyness as you lead him away to another room. One where no one will hear the soft cries you help bring your Papa to, the loud whimpers while you wear his leather gloves and jerk him off. Loving the way his thighs jiggle and twitch at each twist of your wrist, while your mouth goes to his balls to worship him there too. Watching him cum into your hands, and how you set back to work almost immediately on his overstimulated, jumpy cock. Red and constantly leaking, he grips any piece of furniture he can find, letting out the loudest whine while you make him cum again, and again, and again.
Later when you bring the small bucket to Terzo, you discover, after a very long and loud session of laughter, that this wasn't an actual thing. That it had all been a joke Terzo had set you up on, that the other siblings have been in on. He hadn't thought for a moment it would actually happen, but soon tears are streaming down his face, smearing his makeup.
Well, shit. You know what you're going to do to the bucket at least, once you're alone and in your room. You did need to get your milk intake after all.
Still, when Copia asks if you need a donation a few weeks later, you'll explain. He'll be embarrassed by it, and his cheeks will go an even darker red when you tell him, with a smile. "I'll still take it any ghilk you want to give, Papa. Any donation is welcome."
You find out after mass that day, while you're on your knees, that your Papa is a very generous man.
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reference key for those who dont know who the FUCK these people are:
keltie colleen: one of ryan ross's ex-girlfriends who famously wrote a whole book about him that hey chris published
seo taiji: member of seo taiji and boys, a first generation kpop group that was big in the 90s
doja cat: i mean you probably know who doja cat is. musician who got big in the late 2010s and early 2020s
jonathan groff: broadway actor, most laypersons know him as king george iii from hamilton or the guy who voiced kristoff in frozen
alex deleon is the frontman for the cab, z berg is a musician who works with ryan ross. you probably know who jared leto is.
pavi largo: fictional character from the 2008 horror rock goth opera film repo! the genetic opera, a self-obsessed socialite and in-universe sex symbol who likes to wear women's faces as skin-masks
willow rosenberg: fictional character from the 90s/00s cult television show buffy the vampire slayer, also a lesbian
rodney mckay: fictional character from the 2000s sg-1 spinoff stargate atlantis, insufferable genius
ben platt: broadway actor, most people will know him as the titular evan hansen in dear evan hansen
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I confess, the new fyolai art everyone's freaking out over actually makes me a bit uneasy, considering that i think it's fyodor who helps anchor nikolai's psyche and not the other way round, and the art makes it seem like fyodor is being sort of helpless and nikolai's leading him on. I think this is why i rarely want to interact with the fyolai fandom here, since the latter is what considered the canon characterization and a lot of fyolai fans seem to roll with it or like it very much. The version of fyolai i love is a bit unhealthy to say the least: i want fyodor to be mentally superior and almost manipulating nikolai emotionally and spritually a little. I have a more private reason for liking this but also, for me this creates delicious tension and aligns more with the characterization of fyodor & nikolai i have in mind. I'm mostly rambling now but i just want to vent lolll
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23?
23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.
my living room!!
it's typically just approaching dusk or we've just passed into the bruised purple of evening, and i have my back sliding door to my deck open to let the spring air drift in (plus i like to watch the colorful fairy lights i have wrapped around the railing sway in the breeze against the soft night). i'm usually curled up on my couch (my favorite piece of furniture, i bought it before i even found my home—rich royal blue, tufted velvet, and rolled arms with several clashing floral and jewel toned pillows— edwardian vibes lol) with my laptop, and a mug of tea (type varies, but lately i've been OBSESSED with queue mignonne tea in earl grey yuzu<3) on the glass coffee table that's bound by a geometric golden frame.
it sits there (sometimes forgotten) along with my various roman/green sculpture candles, felt flowers sitting in a vase made from the bust of david, and diasomnia figurines LOLL. it's getting too hot for the fireplace now so i have my fake burgundy candles flickering on top of my mantle (can't have fire hazards with my cat around....) for the Ambience(tm)!! they cast the loveliest shadows against the whitewashed brick and butter yellow walls.
it's cozy, homey, and complete as my cat naps on his tree across from me <3
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