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Things I’m obsessed with after coming out of the Superman 2025 film:

- our introduction to this superman being him getting dragged across the tundra on his face by his dog

- green lantern’s use of the ‘big blue’ nickname

- Perry white and the daily planet core group not gaf about the mandatory evacuation and going over their newest story nonchalantly as people flee around them

- the rasp in David’s voice when he yelled the “People Were Going To DIE—“ line

- Lex Luther being pushed to TEARS at the end due to the intensity of his hatred for Superman

- the scene where Superman rising out of the dust and debris to make sure the lady got away okay (the visuals combined with the musical score gave me actual goosebumps)

- the clone reveal (I.e. the subtle nod to a Connor Kent storyline in the future hopefully and how this superman is going to deal with it)

- Lois’s apartment, just in general - also the fact that we got to see her apartment and not Clark’s

- just, everything time mr. Terrific was on screen to be honest but ESPECIALLY his ‘I’m goddamn Mr. Terrific” line

- the scene with the three kids holding up the flag, goosebumps again instantly

- the choice to make pa Kent and Clark’s relationship be the emotionally charged dynamic (we love to see male vulnerability not used as the butt of a joke)

- the score during the moment of eye contact between Lois and Metamorpho after they escape the pocket universe

- jimmy’s rizz factor being the technical reason they won the battle in the end

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The Moment of Just Letting Go

(Copia x F!Reader, NSFW)

Summary: Copia fucks. He can be shy and awkward but get that man in bed and he is a villain. I couldnt get this thought out of my brain!

Rating: NSFW, 18+; Dom Copia, light choking, creampie... Absolute filth, okay? Let him get freaky wit it! Reader is referred to as terms such as "girl" with afab parts.

Thank you for reading, beloved ghesties ���️ 🐀

Morning light streamed through the blinds, painting the room in a hue of gold. You opened your eyes and took in the sight with a content sigh. The sheets smelled intoxicating, a mix of cologne and sweat.

It definitely wasn't your room. The walls were rich, blood red and the mattress was far too comfy. You heard noise to the right of you to see him. Copia adjusted the buttons on his suit jacket. He looked so handsome you couldn't help but crack a smile.

Copia noticed and met your eyes with a look of surprise before he nervously looked away, “Eh, good morning, tesoro.”

“Morning,” you greeted, sitting up and letting the sheet fall from you, “Leaving me already?”

Copia blushed, eyes raking over your chest. The look was adorable and too innocent for a man who had bent you over every surface around the night before.

“I-I uh… eh… have work.. sadly.” He mumbled out, eyes still glued to you.

“Come here.” You smiled and Copia obeyed, sitting on the bed beside you.

“Don't act so innocent, Papa. We both know how insatiable you were last night.” You whispered in his ear.

Copia gasped as you kissed below his ear. It was so hot to see him flustered. His hands went to your hips and before you knew it, he was pulling you to straddle his lap.

“Sorella… fuck, I want you again.” He groaned.

The gentleman act dropped as he pulled you in, meeting your lips for a kiss. It was ravenous. He chewed at your lip, played with your tongue. His hands squeezed your hips then drifted down your thighs. You were thrown down onto the bed and fuck it was so hot to see him lose himself in lust.

In the bedroom he wasn't the awkward, gentle Frater everyone else knew. He was sin incarnate, greedy and desperate.

“See what you do to me, hm?” Copia hastily undid his belt, sliding his dress pants down his thighs, “I'm going to be late to work and it's all your fault, sorella. Take it like a good girl for me and I'll forgive you.”

You moaned as his hard cock rubbed against you. The weight of it slapped against your clit and you couldn't help but long for more. He looked down at you with such want you were breathless.

Then he smirked and slid himself inside you. He moaned, a hand sliding up your stomach all the way to your neck. Gently he wrapped his hand around your throat as he slammed his hips into yours.

“P-Papa!”

“That's right, sorella, call out for your papa.” He said between heavy breaths.

Copia was not Papa anymore, but between the sheets he was your papa. He liked to dominate, liked to make you lose control. Mostly, he liked to lose control of himself. Most people would never guess this about the kind, soft spoken Frater. It was a delicious secret kept between you both. Oh how you loved it.

His cock pounded into your sweet spot and when he reached his other hand down to play with your clit you cried out in bliss. Copia was a mess, flushed and sweaty. His hair had gotten messed up in the most charming way. The chain across his collar dangled above you tantalizingly. He truly was a sight.

Every thrust had you moaning and whining his name. You felt pleasure building throughout your core. Copia seemed to feel the same, slipping out of character with the occasional moan.

“You're gonna take it for me, gonna let me fill you up…” his grip tightened on your throat, his thrusts shaking the bed.

“Y-Yes! Baby, please–” you practically begged.

Copia let out a loud cry as he rode wave after wave of euphoria. He came hard inside you, babbling about how good you were for him, how pretty you looked all fucked out. You came around him a few moments later, gasping and writhing beneath him.

You pulled him close, kissing him sweetly as you both gasped at the feeling of him pulling out. He looked down to watch his cum drip out of you and smirked, kissing you again.

“You make me lose it, tesoro.”

After a long while of kisses and cuddles, as well as Copia helping you clean up, the clergyman sadly got dressed again to head out to his missed meeting. You bid him goodbye and smiled warmly as you watched him walk down the hall, a bright red blush on his cheeks and a grin ear to ear.

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𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 🫰🏻💜

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sometimes you get an idea and your phone battery pays the PRICE

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i think he would like draculaura

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I'm horny for fictional satanic popes on company time.

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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"SHUT UP." "MAKE ME."

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I’m fucking dying. Someone made a post about Papa’s and what they think about bush. Cardi in my opinion would be horrified at his gal waxing. So that was my reply. Someone sketched it. I am unwell.

I love this fandom. We’re all stupid and 12.