#non fermarti

[gelatinatremolante]

Non posso incolpare i gattini della libreria acqua alta di non essersi fatti vedere perché se si presentassero così tante persone a casa mia non mi farei vedere nemmeno io.

[ragazzoarcano]

“II fatto è che le rivolte dell’anima sono irreversibili, una volta avviate non si arrestano più.”

— Oriana Fallaci

[ivigilando]

[stella24fm]

La donna è un libro che va letto fino all'ultima pagina, non fermarti alla copertina....

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 1st

Pegging, Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 2.2k.

Warnings: Pegging; established relationship; praise kink; anal fingering (m receiving); anal sex (m receiving); fellatio; use of sex toys; sub!Copia; soft dom!Reader (but you’re still a little mean to him); gender neutral!reader (but reader does have a vulva); mild humiliation kink; hella fluffy because Copia deserves the world; premature ejaculation; overstimulation; tears; happy ending.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

It didn’t take much to get him all worked up. Depending on the kind of day he’d had, it could just even be a look that got Copia ready and waiting for you to do whatever you wanted. He was an easy mother fucker, especially for the right mother - or rather - person.

Which is how he ended up spread-eagle on his bed, one of his pillows in his mouth as your fingers went deep inside his tight hole. His cock was rock hard and bounced a little every time you touched a sensitive spot and made his hips buck. Although his eyes remained tightly closed and that was something you couldn’t abide by. Not only was he keeping his desperate whimpers to a minimum, he refused to let you see the needy look on his face. You tutted and removed your fingers from him.

Immediately, his lids opened in terror and his gaze snapped to you. “No! Per favore! Don’t stop, ti scongiuro!” In his need, he sat up and began peppering kisses all over your face. “Amore mio, per favore non fermarti. I need more, please.”

“But your eyes were closed, baby.” You responded, your tone somewhat condescending especially for a man twice your age. “You were quiet. I didn’t think you were enjoying it.”

His kisses became more ferocious but his hands were clinging onto your neck. “Non è vero! It’s not true. I love it. Ti amo. Please, dolcezza. Please give me more.” This was so far from the Papa you’d grown to know - this was exactly how the Cardinal acted. Touch starved and desperate. Yet here was the head of the Satanic Church fumbling his words and begging for release.

He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. While he was still sat up a little, you moved your hand sneakily towards his hole and began rubbing over it once more. This earned you a loud yet surprised moan. With a little extra lube, you slid a third finger in and felt one of his hands clasp your forearm. He wasn’t whimpering as much, but he was breathing heavily, as though he were trying to stave off an impending orgasm.

Taunting your Papa was the most fun thing to do, especially when he was all spread out in front of you at your complete and total mercy. He didn’t expect anything from you, especially when you were knuckle deep inside of him. So when you leaned forward and ran your tongue up his cock from base to tip, he screamed and bucked again. “Merda.” He whined. “What are you try-trying to do to your Papa? Do you want to kill me, dolcezza?”

You chuckled a small, evil laugh before responding. “Of course not, Papa. But when you look so deliciously tempting, I can’t help myself.” Finding that spot inside of him now that you had three fingers working at him was easy. Combine that with what your mouth was doing and he was convinced he was going to have a heart attack. Your mouth, now quiet had taken the entire head of his cock into your mouth, and was gently sucking on it.

“Amore mio, if you keep doing this Papa will not last.”

You removed your lips from him and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You don’t want to cum?”

“I do!”

“In my mouth?”

He shook his head so you stopped moving your fingers. “NO!” He replied when he realised what you were doing. You continued your ministrations, rewarding him for his words.

“On my fingers?”

“No, dolcezza, please.”

“Well, where would you like to cum, Papa?” Calling him Papa while he was submitting to you felt criminal. Papa was for the strongest of leaders, Papa was for the leaders who bent others into submission. Papa wasn’t for the shy, clumsy and awkward men who willingly spread themselves for their partners. But here yours was - ready, willing, waiting, and humiliated beyond satisfaction.

“Non farmi dire questo.” His hands now were covering his face in embarrassment.

“I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me where you want to cum.”

He muffled something only his hands caught. So you gently prized them apart gently with your free hand to see his bright red face, and his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “Tell me, my love. Where do you want to cum?”

He took in a deep breath. “On your cock!” He exclaimed quickly.

“Good boy.” Your praise affected him more than he would like to say, but his hole clenched around your fingers as it registered in his brain. “Do you think you’re ready for it?”

“Sì.”

You kissed his lips softly before pulling your fingers out of him. He whined into your mouth at the lost of you, and as you tried to break the kiss he kept following you. He was clingier than usual. “I won’t go far, precious. I promise.” You said when your lips were finally free.

He chased you to the edge of the bed and watched you strap yourself into the harness. His hands were aching to get hold of you again, but knew he needed to be patient for you. You went to the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the dildos you’d both selected online months prior, and his eyes were completely fixated on it as you attached it to the harness. It wasn’t overwhelmingly big, but big enough that it would stretch him out more than your fingers would.

Knowing how clingy he was feeling, you went straight back to him and immediately wrapped him in your arms, his head falling on your chest. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he took in your scent. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” He said.

“Do you think you can lube it up for me?” He nodded and leaned across to the bedside table to grab the lube and poured some onto the toy. “Make sure you get it nice and wet for me, yeah?”

He nodded again. Both of you were transfixed by his hand touching the dildo, wrapping around it and spreading the lube up and down as though he were stroking a real cock. You were both silent as you listened to the squelching of the liquid in between his hands as he rubbed, losing his mind to the thought of it finally entering him. As soon as he thought it was ready, he nodded and lay back eagerly. His legs spread once again, and you watched him deposit the leftover lubricant into his waiting and stretched hole. You waited until his hand was removed before you climbed over him.

You kissed his sensitive neck, and travelled all the way up to his mouth, where you gave him a deep and gentle kiss - another touch that made him whimper. He bucked up one final time, and groaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing against yours.

“I’m ready, amore mio. Per favore. I need it.”

You lined yourself up with his waiting hole. “Tell me when you need to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

As you breached his walls, his mouth fell open in an ‘o’ shape, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. You were slow with your movements, almost maddeningly so, and his hands flew to your biceps and gripped tightly. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, a lot more loudly than he intended.

You stopped. “Are you okay?”

He could barely breathe. “It feels incredible.” He propped himself up enough to reach your cheeks and began kissing you again. “More. More, please.”

You obliged and continued to push into him until the dildo was all the way inside him. He kept kissing you as you paused, waiting for him to get accustomed to the feeling. He, on the other hand, had different ideas. As he was kissing you, he also began to slowly rock up and down, feeling your cock move inside of him. “I take it you want me to move, hm?”

“Please!” He begged.

And so, you did. Gently at first so you didn’t hurt him, but as his moans became louder, you understood he was ready for a bit more handling. So, your thrusts got faster and faster.

Until you watched him spasm beneath you, his breath knocked out of him and his mouth wide open. You looked between you to where you were connected, and watched as the remains of his seed spilled out of him. Much faster than both of you had hoped, but he was so worked up you were surprised he lasted that long.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated that over and over again, tears forming in his eyes from his overwhelming emotions.

You were still inside him. “Can you give me one more, Copia?”

He seemed shocked at the sudden use of his name. He thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, amore mio. I can give you one more.”

“Good boy.”

He keened at your praise but hissed when you pulled out. You were gentle, tentative, but you wanted to wreck him a little more. So, when you were sure he could take it, you didn’t hold back.

His grip on your arm returned but this time much harder, fingernails digging in and holding on for dear life. Your thrusts were almost brutal, but you knew he was living for it. Each one punctuated with his sounds - whether they were outright overstimulated screams, chokes, or even the sound of his hole sucking the toy back in. He was practically singing. Your moans would occasionally join the cacophony of sounds, not because you were feeling particularly good, but because you knew he appreciated them.

You stopped once more to pull out and hear his groans of disappointment. “I want you to ride me,” you told him, “let me see you take my cock.”

Copia gulped but nodded. He had never allowed himself to be so exposed before, and he certainly had never been the top in this position. He felt himself getting shy again, and if it wasn’t you he wouldn’t even attempt it. With a hiss, he climbed onto you and lowered himself down. His cock was red and angry, and dried cum stained his stomach from his first orgasm and had been forgotten about until just then. He looked positively sinful, sweaty and blushing red.

In order to help him find a rhythm, you held onto his hands and pinned your elbows to the bed, giving him the leverage he needed to work his hips over the dildo, expletives in Italian being mumbled in between his whimpers. Once he found a rhythm and forgot how exposed he was, he let your hands go and began bouncing on his own, using you to get himself off. Your hands were now free, and one clutched onto his bouncing cock and begin to stroke it.

“Tell me how you feel, Papa.”

“Si se-sente bene.”

“Bene?” Your voice was back to condescending. “Only bene? Poor Papa, struggling to pull a decent sentence together.”

“I-”

“You’re so tight and desperate for cock, aren’t you, Papa?” He nodded emphatically. “Do you feel good riding me like this? Taking me for your own pleasure?”

“Dolcezza, per favore!”

“What, Papa? What do you want?”

“I need more.”

“More what?”

“Y-your hand… please.” You stopped stroking his cock. “No! You can’t do this - your - Your hand, stroke my cock, please!” Your hand gripped him again. “Tighter, please.” You obliged now that he was using his words. “Merda! F-feels good. So good. I can’t stop.” He was riding you harder now, his own words egging him on and sending him closer and closer to the edge.

“Do you want to cum, Papa?”

“Sì.”

“Cum for me, Papa. Cum all over me.”

Sure enough, his second orgasm spilled from him. His hips twitched erratically as he covered you in his seed, gasping for air as though he was suffocating. He couldn’t make any noise even if he wanted to - he couldn’t even hear you talking him through it. All he could feel was your tight hand wrapped around his sensitivity and still pumping him until he was completely spent. Not to mention the dildo still in his hole, keeping still while he wiggled and providing him with aftershocks that could bring his sanity crumbling down. He collapsed onto you, completely unable to move himself, and it fell upon you to make him come back to reality.

You stroked his hair and kept talking him through it, waiting until his ears stopped ringing enough to listen to your instructions. Eventually, he came to, and lay on his side after he’d painfully dragged himself off of you and waited for you to remove the harness and come back.

His eyes were closed from exhaustion and he jumped in surprise when he felt your hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry, I have to clean you up.”

“Va bene. Grazie, amore mio.” His voice was weak, but there was a lazy smile on his face.

As soon as you were finished, you came back to bed and wrapped him in your arms. “You were so good for me, Copia.”

He moved his head level to you. “You’re always good to me.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[catastrofeanotherme]

NON FERMARTI.

Quella persona in paradiso vuole vederti vincere.

[ilpianistasultetto]

Mia nonno Camillo e' stato sempre un uomo di poche parole. Lui diceva che tutto va dimostrato, invece che "chiacchierato". Se ne stava sempre ammutolito e dimostrava, dimostrava. Dimostrava lavorando, dimostrava crescendo bene i figli, dimostrava pagando la scuola per i nipoti, dimostrava con la sua militanza di ex partigiano per aiutare quel piccolo paesino sulle colline ascolane. Solo una volta si allargo' con le parole, quella volta che, seduti davanti una bottiglia di gassosa mi disse:

-"Ricordati Roberto, nella vita devi sempre guardare i comportamenti delle persone, non fermarti mai alle parole. L'amicizia va dimostrata, l'amore anche. Il rispetto va guadagnato, come va guadagnata la stima delle altre persone. Non devi "sembrare" , devi "essere". @ilpianistasultetto

“Seri bisogna esserlo, non dirlo, e magari neanche sembrarlo!” (Pier Paolo Pasolini)

[orotrasparente]

lamentarsi è okay, tutti hanno bisogno di sfogarsi per le proprie situazioni di merda, ma non puoi fermarti e piangerti addosso costantemente come se fossi il piccolo povero oliver twist o la sfortunata piccola fiammiferaia, la vita va avanti, bisogna reggere botta perché la gente non aspetta altro che mangiarti vivo e a nessuno piace far vincere quegli sfigati che godono delle sfortune altrui

[occhietti]

Siamo qui su questa terra per sperimentare,

siamo qui per essere.

Lasciati fluire come l’acqua,

prendi la forma delle situazioni,

sentile, vivile, falle tue e scorri oltre.

Prosegui il tuo viaggio,

da rigagnolo a ruscello, da torrente a fiume

ed infine lasciati divenire mare.

Cresci di esperienza,

consapevolezza e volume.

Cresci. Prosegui. Scorri.

L’acqua non oppone resistenza.

L’acqua scorre.

Quando immergi una mano nell’acqua

senti solo una carezza.

L’acqua non è un muro, non può fermarti.

Va dove vuole andare

e niente le si può opporre.

L’acqua è paziente.

L’acqua che gocciola consuma una pietra.

Ricordatelo.

Ricordati che per metà tu sei acqua.

- Margaret Atwood

[dany62]

Vivi che la vita è una, aggrappati al cuore, non fermarti mai,non hanno prezzo i sogni che hai.

Non darli via.

Buongiorno

[fogliodicarta]

Ubriacami di baci. E non fermarti mai più...

Ubriacami di te. Del tuo respiro... Del tuo corpo... Dei tuoi pensieri... Ma non farmi mancare le tue parole.. Abbracciami ed ubriacami d'ironia e sensualità.. Baciami e ubriacami lentamente Stringimi e sballami totalmente..Muoviti e vivimi senza limiti sorprendimi Amami, Amami senza limiti ..

[smokingago]

"Io ti ho amato e non saprei immaginare come si possa amare di più. Avevo una vita che mi rendeva felice e ho lasciato che andasse in pezzi, pur di stare con te. Non ti ho amato per noia, per solitudine o capriccio. Ti ho amato perché il desiderio di te era più forte di qualsiasi felicità. E lo sapevo che poi, la vita non è abbastanza grande per tenere insieme tutto quello che riesce ad immaginarsi il desiderio. Ma non ho cercato di fermarmi, nè di fermarti. "

Alessandro Baricco

[lunamarish]

Un passo tu, un passo io. Cammineremo così, insieme. E non importa se ci saranno giorni di stanchezza e di rabbia. Capirò il tuo bisogno di fermarti e di urlare un dolore che non sai raccontare: io sarò ad un respiro dalle tue paure, a proteggere le spalle che mi proteggono, a cullare il petto che è la mia casa. Capirò quando non avrai forza: io saprò sorreggerti e non sarai mai un peso per me. Diventerai la presenza che non mi farà arrendere. Un passo tu, un passo io. Cammineremo così, insieme. E quando avrò paura, siediti vicino a me. Non dire niente. Stringimi forte. Di parole il mio passato ne ha avute troppe. Ora ho bisogno di sentire il tuo cuore, sapere che nel tuo petto c’è spazio per me. Un passo tu, un passo io. Cammineremo così, insieme. A volte senza tempo. A volte con troppa distanza, tra noi, tra i nostri sguardi e i sogni da costruire. E quando dimenticheremo i passi e quando il tempo rivendicherà il suo spazio, la mia mano non lascerà la tua, la tua mano non lascerà la mia. È così che cammineremo insieme, Io e te.

Natascja Di Berardino

[roxan-world]

Stupenda💙💙💙💙💙

Ricordati di trattarla come una “Principessa”

perchè è questo che tutte le donne sono

delle “Principesse”

Ricordati che quando guarda il vuoto,

pensierosa e triste,

ha bisogno di una tua carezza

senza fare troppe domande..

Ricordati che dopo aver fatto l’Amore

per lei

è importante che

tu

rimanga abbracciato

e la stringa forte..

..sarà bello farle capire che

sei presente anche dopo..

Ricordati che la mattina appena sveglio,

sarà bello darle un bacio sulla guancia..

mentre ancora dorme…

Ricordati di fermarti un istante a guardarla

mentre lei non ti vede..

per ricordarti quanto meravigliosa sia

nel suo viver quotidiano

Ricordati di portarle un fiore

quando meno se lo aspetta

perché dire “Ti Amo”

non ti autorizza a dare tutto per scontato

Ricordati che quanto le dici

“Ti Amo”

lei ci crede…

sussurraglielo in un orecchio

ma poi diglielo sempre

guardandola negli occhi…

Ricordati che le attenzioni

che le hai rivolto

per conquistarla

devono durare in eterno…

perché lei non è di tua proprietà

Ricordati che tutto ciò che fai con lei

anche le cose stupide

sono speciali…

proprio perché lo fai con lei….

Ricorda di farla partecipe delle tue passioni

perché magari non è vero

che lei

non ne capisce niente

Ricordati di darle un bacio

tenendole il viso tra le mani..qualche volta..

perché..

perché è bello

Ricordati che prima di fare l’Amore

i preliminari sono importanti,

soprattutto quelli che tu fai a lei

E ricorda di dosare bene

dolcezza e forza insieme

perché oltre che una “principessa”

è soprattutto una “Donna”

e tale la devi fare sentire

anche a letto

Ricordati che quando l‘accompagni

a fare shopping

un tuo consiglio può essere più importante di quanto pensi

Ricordati che lei a volte

ha bisogno di sensazioni forti,

di piacevoli imprevisti

Ricordati che è stupenda una sera sensuale

a lume di candela..

..ma che a volte è bello anche tirare il freno a mano

dell’auto all’improvviso

e fare l’amore

nel primo posto che ti capita

e fidati, fallo tu

prima che lo faccia qualcun altro

Ricordati che

le parole “Ti Amo”

non sono un saluto

Ricordati che quando ti parla ha bisogno di essere ascoltata

Ricordati che lei non è “tua madre”

ma a volte può essere “tua figlia”

prendila per mano e asciugale le sue lacrime

Ricordati

che lei è una stella

non farla cadere

Ricordati di custodirla come

un fiocco di neve su un palmo aperto

se lo chiudi si scioglie

Ricordati che per quanto tu possa soffrire….

…ne sarà sempre valsa la pena

Ricordati se ancora non l ‘hai fatto

di dirle che l’Ami

non solo quando siete soli

perché è bello gridarlo al mondo

Ricorda tutto questo

prima che lo ricordino le sue spalle mentre vanno via... 💙

Elio Mancuso.

[orotrasparente]

sto scrivendo questa cosa alle 6 di mattina e letteralmente per me stesso, quindi non sarà grammaticalmente impeccabile

non sono stati mesi facili, ti stai sentendo spesso solo nonostante tu abbia tanti amici con cui uscire, non dormi più, ti stai chiudendo in una bolla emotiva e non sai nemmeno spiegarti perché la tua autostima sta andando così tanto a puttane, stai facendo le cose per inerzia, ti limiti al compitino, non approfondisci più niente, odi tutto quello che fai, provi rabbia e allo stesso tempo stai cercando di compiacere tutti perché non ti senti apprezzato e meno ti senti voluto più cerchi di strafare per fare contenti gli altri ma adesso basta, devi fermarti un attimo e riorganizzare le idee, sei sempre stato quello che per ogni problema c’era una soluzione, devi ricostruire la tua vita ma non come stai facendo buttando 400 mattoni tutti ammassati senza un filo logico, riparti da un mattoncino, poi un altro e poi un altro ancora, prenditi il tempo che ti serve se hai bisogno di guarire, sei caduto più e più volte ultimamente ma non fa niente perché ti riprenderai ma adesso hai bisogno di prenderti cura di queste ferite, non puoi continuare a buttarci acqua ossigenata e tamponare, devi medicarti

[fuoridalcloro]

“L’acqua non oppone resistenza. L’acqua scorre. Quando immergi una mano nell’acqua senti solo una carezza. L’acqua non è un muro, non può fermarti. Va dove vuole andare e niente le si può opporre. L’acqua è paziente. L’acqua che gocciola consuma una pietra. Ricordatelo, bambina mia. Ricordati che per metà tu sei acqua. Se non puoi superare un ostacolo, giragli intorno. Come fa l’acqua.”

Margaret Atwood - Il canto di Penelope