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GOOD 👏 FOR 👏 THEM 👏

prompt 5? Copia if u want >:3 please and thank u 😌💕

TY Avo!! okay, this was supposed to also be short and then it kept getting a bit longer, so. lol. 2600 words about gender neutral reader finding Copia in a precarious state, and the prompt phrase, "Let me take care of you, yeah? I'll do the work. "

ENJOI my friend!! <3 kinks include stuffing, weight gain, belly play.

You thought you had dropped off the folder in Copia's office that morning, but lo and behold, it was still in your damned tote bag by the end of the day. You had even decided to stay late in the library because you thought you'd be able to go straight back to your quarters after. But the folder had papers and information Copia needed to look over for a meeting the next day – weird, though, that he hadn't made any attempt to look for you so far, since you had seen him very briefly earlier. He was distracted as always, but not even a ghoul had appeared to question you.

And so you power walked back through the dark Ministry halls, humming quietly to yourself. Most were off to bed by now, but every now and again you passed by another Sibling or two as they came and went from late trists. With most of the ghouls on tour, things were more peaceful than usual.

Through the halls, up the stairs, up some more stairs, take a left. Even darker, even quieter, through the general office room connected to the Imperator's office. Sometimes Copia would dismiss the interns early, patting them on the shoulder and telling them to take it easy, the rest of their tasks could wait. That usually meant he was stressing out in his office and didn't want them to hear him talking to himself or his Plushias.

You noticed there was a dim light on under the office door. You had hoped you could just slip the folder under it and skedaddle, but now you didn't want to seem rude. So, you took a quick inhale, and knocked gently.

Shuffling, something falling over, what sounded like thin metal – cans? - knocking around, and then stumbling foot steps. You clutched the folder close to your chest and listened, now holding your breath. You heard Copia clear his throat, and then the door opened. A crack.

“Yes?” A green eye looked out at you, suspicious at first and then softening. “Ah, apologies. I'm, uh, a little busy at the moment.”

“I, um. I'm just dropping off the folder with the schedule information for tomorrow. I somehow forgot to give it to you this morning and only just realized. I do apologize, Frater.” You shift from foot to foot, craning your neck a bit to try and see through the door. “Are you alright?”

Copia also seems to be shuffling a bit, and his eye disappears as he moves away from the door.

“Yes, yes, I'm...I'm fine. I'm great.” Another shuffle, and you feel your cheeks heat when you hear what you think is him muffling a burp.

“Can...can I see you?” you venture. “Why are you hiding? ...Cardi? You know you can trust me.” You'd been working closely with him for months now, shared some intimate moments. Some very intimate moments, if the confessional incident from two weeks ago was anything.

There's a little groan, and the door creaks open a bit more.

“Please...please be kind. I'm not proud.”

Carefully, you wedge yourself past the door and into the dimly lit office. Copia was hiding half of himself behind the door, and it took some coaxing for him to shuffle out.

He was, unholy blessings upon him, a mess. That morning you knew he was in a state of sorts, distracted and rushed, but well put together in his sleek suit and his paint. His paint was smudged now, a bit around his eyes and some of his upper lip had rubbed off. Hair tousled, eye bags pronounced. But what caught your breath in your throat was his midsection (which he was trying to hide with his T-Rex arms). He'd gained weight following his promotion, but you could see he was quite bloated, the buttons of his shirt straining over the dramatically swollen curve. That certainly hadn't been the case that morning.

“I...I...,” he started, flexing and unflexing his fists. “I stress eat. If that isn't, eh...clear.”

You didn't mean to freeze on the spot. You didn't mean to stare. But you couldn't tear your eyes away, heart pounding in your ears.

“I see,” you finally managed. A step closer, hand tentatively reaching out. He let you brush it gently against his middle, whimpering weakly. “You seemed nervous this morning. What happened?”

“It's a long story. I...I've been good recently, with keeping my habits in check. But I got some news and I...well.” He gestured to himself.

You probably should have inquired as to what the news was, if he was okay, if he needed anything. But you felt yourself move closer and your hands smoothed over him, movements almost automatic. Fingertips hooking into the gaps between his shirt buttons, testing the firmness of his gut. It was firm, all right. Clearly, he was stuffed to the gills.

“What...what did you...eat?” Your voice was more of a croak.

“Ehm...well, I was eating normally up until after dinner. I...I have a stash. Well, I had one. Mostly junk like little cookies, chips, soda and juice. Um, instant noodles. And then I...I asked someone to bring me ice cream. A couple of pints.” His shoulders dropped, overall posture deflating. “Like I said, I'm not proud.”

As if on cue, his stomach burbled and then he burped quietly behind his fist. And before you could stop yourself, your mouth was opening.

“I'm proud of you.”

Copia's eyes widened. His gaze flicked uncertainly over your face. “You...are? Why?”

“Because. It's...impressive.”

Whatever was coming over you, whatever was possessing you...you found yourself allowing it. And Copia wasn't interjecting. He was still staring, mouth agape now.

“Impressive...that I ate so much? Are you serious?” He huffed and waved dismissively, shaking his head. “You're pulling on my leg. Come now, you don't have to-”

You moved forward and reached for his face, to cease his shaking and press your lips against his. The way his belly pushed into you as you kissed was not lost on you, and both of you made pleased little noises; though his was more strained.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” you breathed, pulling back just enough to speak. “I'll do the work.”

He was nodding, eyes wide again, hands hovering over your upper arms as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch you.

But you took his hand in yours, with the other on the small of his back as you guided him through the office to his couch. As you walked you noted trash scattered on his desk/coffee table, and the cans that you heard clattering earlier were beneath both the couch and desk. They were soda, like he'd said, and some were crushed while others sat upright.

Copia groaned when he reached the couch and sat down heavily, spreading his legs wide and tipping his head back. He was still trying to keep his hands over his belly. You settled between his legs on your knees, looking up at him reverently, feeling as if the ex-Papa were towering above you. When he finally looked down at you his expression was shy and he chewed at his cheek.

“I am...quite embarassed, to be honest.”

“You don't have to be.”

He was scratching at the couch cushion on either side of him, even with his leather gloves on. You smoothed over his thighs with your hands, squeezing and petting as you made your way towards his belly. It was maddeningly hot. You kept thinking of him that morning, the slight paunch he sported barely something to take notice of. And now, that same paunch had been stuffed with meals and treats and too much liquid, and was bloated and gurgling noisely n front of you.

“You think its...attractive...the way I couldn't control myself?”

“Outrageously so. I'm dying to touch you. May I, Imperator?”

He winced and visibly shivered at his title, eyes drifting shut for a moment. His hips shifted as well, and then he nodded.

“Please do.”

And so you did, immediately reaching for his buttons. You couldn't help but chew your lip as you began undoing them, your groin aching with need as you began to expose the soft and pale flesh. Pushing the fabric out of the way allowed you to get the whole picture, and you spread your palms across the bloated expanse and back towards his waist. Pale stretchmarks ghosted across his freckled skin, and centered around his navel and lower belly. When you squeezed him just slightly and lifted, you saw his lips part. No doubt the view from above was beautiful, his lap filled with his gut. When you released his belly and let the heft of it drop, watching the fat wobble beneath the taut upper swell beneath his ribcage, you heard him gasp above you. You did it again, a little harder, jostling him more. He mewled, helpless as you handled him like so several more times.

“C-careful, amore, I don't want to risk getting sick,” he groaned, belching.

He was clearly enjoying himself, if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. Or perhaps it was the humiliation? Either way, you decided it was time to unbutton him more.

And then his cock was in your hands, hard and leaking precum. You couldn't help but grin to yourself when you felt the fabric of his underwear and found it damp.

“How long have you been hard? This isn't just from the past few minutes.”

One of his hands was now resting on the swell of his belly, not kneading or groping. He sucked in a breath, exhaled slowly, and looked away.

“A few hours.”

“Poor thing.” Your hand twisted around him, gripping just under the head of his cock and making Copia wheeze. “But you didn't want anybody to see you like this.”

He shook his head. There were tears in his eyes, his lip trembling. Another small burp welled up in his throat, and he mumbled apologies. “I'm a wreck.”

“A beautiful wreck. You look amazing, Cardi. It's a little difficult to put to words just how wild you're driving me. Under these robes, I'm...I'm not exactly dry myself. I'm glad you trust me enough to let me be here with you, like this.”

He made a noise in his throat now, not a burp, but more of a strangled whimper. It could've been from the way your thumb grazed the glans of his cock, or the words you'd said. Either way, you decided to distract him again, licking at his slit and wrapping your lips around the tip. It was easy to take him further in your mouth, towards your throat so you could swallow around him. His hips tried to buck at this, but you figured the strain of his stretched belly kept him from moving too much. You could already feel how tense his thighs were on either side of you.

You bobbed on his cock, humming and licking, up the shaft and down again, nibbling at the skin near his balls. Every now and again he pulsed a bit of precum, and you made a show up lapping it up slowly. He had started to massage himself, hasty presses along the taught upper bulge, occasionally burping as air was pushed around. You imagined it must have been a relief, every embarassed burp making it just a bit easier for him to breathe.

“I'm getting close,” he panted, pawing at the couch for something to hold onto and settling on a stiff pillow.

Without pulling too far off of him, you reached up to do some pawing of your own. Hooking your thumb into his deep belly button and grinning (as much as you could) as he keened, your other fingers digging into his soft underbelly. You wobbled him, tighting your grip at the base of his cock at the same time. The smell of his groin filled your nose as you breathed deeply, focusing on not gagging as his head nudged the back of your throat. He was all around you, in you, the warmth of his belly in your hand and close to your head. You briefly imagined him, even heavier, thought of how it would feel to give him head when his belly was even bigger. Would it bump into you as you bobbed, like you were now?

Perhaps he was thinking something similar, because when you felt the shiver run up your spine at the mental image of an even greedier Copia, he yelped and jerked beneath you. You had pulled back just enough to take a breath of air before he spilled, cum pulsing into your throat. His free hand had gone from holding his belly to gripping your hair, holding you down and in place while he moaned. As he arched his back his belly pushed into you, the soft fat and firm fullness intoxicating against you. You waited until you were certain he had no more left to empty before finally swallowing. The workings of your throat pulled whimpers from him, as his grip on you slackened and he began to relax back into the couch.

When his hand let go and fell to the couch, you figured it as good a time as any to lean back, his softening cock sliding out along your tongue. Copia was boneless above you, head tipped back on the couch and chest heaving. You heard the creak of his leather gloves as you gently began kissing along his shaft. A few gentle kitten licks to the tip of him, and then you decided his cock had had enough attention.

It was with care you pushed up from your knees and tended to him. A juicebox on the floor caught your eye and you picked it up, poking the straw in and taking a sip. You tapped Copia gently on the shoulder and held the box out when he lolled his head to face you. His eyes, less teary but still quite wet, were heavily lidded and tired when they met yours and he sucked gently at the straw. You found yourself petting his belly again, caressing him with your thumb.

“I really meant it. When I said you're beautiful. You don't have anything to be ashamed or embarassed about.”

He made a quiet smacking sound with his lips and tongue, gaze drifting away. Even in such a vulnerable moment he found a way to be silly.

“I appreciate your understanding, Sibling,” he finally said. “I didn't realize you have proclivities such as...eh, this.” A vague gesture at his middle.

“To be honest, neither did I. You know I like how soft you are now. I think I've mentioned it a time or two.”

“Si, si...you have.” The corners of his mouth twitched in the start of a smile.

“Did you know you have proclivities such as...that?”

His cheeks and ears were delightfully pink again. “I like to be full. It feels good. But I do struggle with feeling bad about it.”

“Hm. I think as Imperator, and having been Papa, you're kind of obligated to be turned on by gluttony and greed, no?”

Copia chuckled, sitting up with better posture and patting his belly. “I suppose I should, eh? Maybe sometime we can...have dinner together. Or would you prefer I call on you next time I get stressed out? It could be any day.”

You tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear. “To be perfectly honest, both sound good.”

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Idk if you've done anything like this but... Copia finding out that you own the Papa sex toys and being turned on but also kinda offended because "why would you need these when you have me?" And maybe he uses the toys on you maybe idk🫣

Feel free to ignore if you've done something like this already 🫶

Love you have a great day bye

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Side note: ok I maybe got a little carried away and turned this into a whole thing LMAO

Anyone reading this pls be kind - this is my first time writing something this long/detailed, I know the writing layout is probably ass but anyways, first time for everything - I hope you can somewhat enjoy it 🥹 I had fun either way, forgive me if it’s bad or cringe.

Thank u lovely anon ghestie love u, I hope this is kinda what you imagined idk 🤍

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Copia’s heart sinks down to his stomach for a moment when he discovers the toy on the bathroom counter that you’d accidentally left out, his face heats up in jealousy at the thought of you using toys shaped like your previous Papa’s to reach your ecstasy instead of allowing him to satisfy you.

That jealously would soon turn to lust when he feels his pants getting tighter as he imagines you using it, legs spread wide, red cheeks flushed as you push the silicone toy deep inside yourself until you reach your peak.. he quickly shakes his head to snap out of it as he realises he’s been palming himself through his pants to the thought of you.

He would come to find you, laying on the bed you share with a book in hand, he walks over to your bedside and takes the book out of your hand and showing you the toy he found with a slight frown upon his brow,

“I see you’ve been pleasuring yourself in my absence, now tell me, why would you need to use these toys instead of your cardinal, tesoro?”

You look up at him innocently, knowing you’ve been caught out and slightly nervous, but seeing this jealous and possessive side of him admittedly makes your heart race and your thighs rub together.

“Have you been craving my touch, sweetheart?” His gloved hand comes up to trace your jaw, tilting your chin to look at him.

“Do these cold, silicone toys satisfy you more than the warm flesh of your Cardinal, hm?” his voice dropping lower as he lays you down on the bed and crawls on top of you, he slowly traces his finger tips up your plush, trembling thighs and slides your panties down your legs.

“don’t you be getting all shy on me now” he smirks teasing you while pumping a generous amount of lube along the thick dildo, intricate ridges along the side and moulded in the style of your previous Papa.

He gently spreads your legs apart and his thumb comes up to circle your swollen clit, he holds your hip steady before he presses the tip against your entrance and slowly pushes it deep inside you, making you whimper softly as your head falls back against the pillow.

He presses his forehead to yours to watch your face closely, his breath becoming heavier as he slides the toy in and out of your dripping heat in long, deep strokes, watching your body writhe under him, biting his lip to suppress a groan as he imagines himself being inside you instead of the toy.

“Do you think of me as you fuck yourself? Do you imagine it’s me filling you?” His voice deepening, growling in your ear as his teeth scrape across your neck and he pushes the toy deeper inside you. You nod your head at his question - chest heaving and soft moans falling from your lips.

“Mm, that’s my good girl” he whispers against your skin as he kisses down your chest and tummy before resting between your thighs, looking up at you through darkened lashes.

“Nothing in this world can make you feel as good I can..” he spreads you open, admiring your wetness before gently kissing your swollen clit, slowly swirling his tongue and sucking on you as his other hand thrusts the toy in and out of your hole, mimicking how he would fuck you - hard and deep.

Your eyes roll back, your teeth bite down on your lip hard and your fingers grip the bed sheets tightly as the dual stimulation leaves you gasping and your thighs twitching.

Copia feels your legs twitching and doubles down his efforts, knowing you’re close -

“I need you to come for me, sweetheart. Show me how good it feels” he breathes huskily against your dripping lips.

He grips the dildo tightly and pushes it inside you, sliding it harder and faster at a steady rhythm as his tongue and lips work on your sensitive clit, trying to coax you over the edge.

“mhmm..” he growls against you, face buried between your thighs as his tongue devours you, tasting every possible inch of you that he can while he stretches you open with the toy.

“F-fuck, Copia!” you breathe out shakily, the perfect combination of his warm tongue and the toy hitting you in just the right spot quickly has you crying out his name.

Your back arches off the bed and vision goes dark as you’re gasping and whimpering with your fingers gripped in his hair, your lips parted, eyes tightly squeezed shut - your pussy throbbing and twitching as your orgasm tears through your body.

Copia slows all the way down now, smiling against your skin he presses a soft, gentle kiss to your sensitive bud, slowly thrusting the toy inside you a few more times before he slides it out of you as you groan quietly.

He climbs up your body until he reaches your lips, cupping your face in his palms and kissing you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as you lay under him, exhausted and panting softly.

"How about next time, you atleast let me come and watch?” He winks, smirking at you playfully before pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to your head.

“Deal”

you smile to yourself, feeling complete bliss as you nuzzle your face into his chest.

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praise kink copia who plays it cool during the day, always with a smirk and a sarcastic comment ready, pretending he's fishing for compliments just to be a brat—but the way he lingers on your every word gives him away. you call him "good boy" when only he can hear you as you pass by his desk, and suddenly he's laser-focused, pushing himself harder, hungry to earn it again. he adjusts his collar like it's just part of the look, but he's baiting—waiting for you to tell him, "you wear it so well," because your praise hits harder than any spotlight ever could. and behind closed doors, when the facade fades, when it's just the two of you in the quiet of your quarters, he's all needy eyes and whispers, voice soft and small as he pleads, "tell me i'm good again." and you do, every time. because watching him unravel just to put himself back together for your approval is a power you'll never stop enjoying.

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35 and 22 on the smut list for Secondo? I can feel the interest in Ghost building lol

35. “So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”

22. “Shh, just a little more…”

it had been a silly thing to tell him, really. give him that power over you. but he wasn't paying attention, and you wanted him to look up from his paperwork, so you were willing to be a brat.

"i couldn't sleep last night."

"hmm?"

he keeps writing. you pout.

"I couldn't get you out of my mind, Papa."

"of that I have no doubt."

"i can never stop thinking about you."

"nor I, you."

still not looking. you had to bring out the big guns.

"I had to touch myself before i could drift off."

finally he glances up at you, eyes dragged away from cursive.

"oh, did you?"

"mmm. felt good, imagining my fingers were yours."

you had opened your legs a little running your hands over your thighs, just the lightest touch. he'd sat back in his chair and looked at you, levelly.

“hmm… so you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

"yes, papa."

"I’d like to see that in action, dolcezza.”

so now here you are, legs akimbo on his desk, habit rolled up to sit at the top of your thighs. your fingers work between your legs and you pant and gasp as you go, entranced by the way Secondo stares at you, like you're a masterpiece all spread out for him.

"please, Papa, I want you to touch me..."

"no, no. you said you had to touch yourself last night, so now I want to see what you did, dolcezza. behave for your Papa."

you cry out in pleasure as you fuck yourself with your hand, pressing your thumb into your clit. Secondo grins, eyes dark with desire.

"Papa...!"

"shh, just a little more..."

when you have come from your own fingers, he will use his own on you, remind you of how much better they are. and when you suck them clean afterwards he'll remember you're far more captivating than paperwork.

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54 please. Your choice 😈

54. “Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?” Content: Copia x gn!reader, NSFW, post-sex snuggles, you've wrecked this man, look at what you've done!

His breath is hot against your throat, deep, heavy pants for air as the sweat cools in your bodies.

You like to sink into each other in the aftermath. When the world bleeds away for just a brief moment, you can linger in this post-orgasm bliss for a while longer. You wish you could stay connected like this forever.

Two bodies, one soul.

Copia groans softly, lifting his flushed face from your throat. He looks at you with bleary eyes full of love and tempered lust, paint all but gone from his mouth, left as imprints on your flesh. His hair is a mess, untamed and sticking up in random places.

You gently comb your fingers into his auburn locks, and he drops his head again, letting out a shuddering sigh at the tender touch. You feel his cock softening inside you twitch valiantly as if he could go for another round. Maybe he could, just give him five minutes.

You squeeze your legs, which are locked around his plush waist, and you breathe together.

He mumbles something, soft Italian that you can’t quite make out, but you feel the emotions dripping from those words. He’s so beautiful like this, utterly wrecked, and you did it. You did this to him.

“Only I get to ruin you like this,” you tell him sweetly. “You hear me?”

He nods fervently, face mashed so close to your throat it’s a wonder he can breathe.

“Sì,” he pants. “Sì, ti prego. Use me as you wish.”

You plan to.

Oh, you will ruin this man as many times as he’ll allow you to.

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Mary On A Cross in Green Bay part 2/3

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endless ghifs 20/? ⛧ source — "Far away from the stench of the heavens!"

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(knock knock, me again 👋🏻) smut prompt 25. "I want you in all the ways you'll let me have you." for v please and thank you and a million kisses 🫠😘

25. “I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.” Content: V x f!reader, NSFW, oral (f receiving), lots of paint smears, semi-public sex (you’re in a forest), he might be a little monstrous.

In the pearly light of the full moon, his eyes twinkle like stars.

It’s easy to fall into the depths of that gaze, especially when he looks upon you as if you were Eve to his Adam.

He blinks at you, shuddering when you glide your fingers into his hair. There is nought but soft loyalty shining in the moon-touched white and green that looks black in the shadows.

You feel his hands tighten around your hips, pinning you against the bark of the tree. Fireflies wink around you, crickets chirping in the long grass of the forest as you moan. His face presses closer to your navel from where he kneels, curling tongue buried deep.

He’s gorgeous like this, pale and beautiful, with paint smeared between your thighs and up onto your belly while he feasts and claws and pants into you. 

“I want you,” he had said to you at dinner earlier, voice full of hope and boyish shyness. “In all the ways, you will let me have you, my heart. I want you.”

He looks at you now, panting hotly past his fangs, mouth clean of paint and wet with slick. He rests his chin on your navel, and you feel the bite of claws and bark against your bare backside.

“My heart,” he breathes, and there’s that rasp to his voice now that makes you shudder.

You see clearly how drunk on your scent he is, and feel the pulse of his desire to consume you. You curl your fingers tighter into his hair and pull him back against you, toes curling into the dirt.

You’ll let him have you. Anyway he wants.

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Oh! To tell Copia what a good and needy boy he is as I make him hump the couch

Tell me ur thoughts about the papas being subs bcuz ur cooking with that

i'm VERY glad you asked

primo - i honestly think sometimes he just doesn't have the energy to dom. or the physical functions necessary to top. just jerk him off from behind and tell him he's been doing such a good job. just simple, vanilla stuff; he's not kinky at all, and potentially on the ace spectrum, so all he really wants is to be treated to a nice physical sensation from his partner.

secondo - he wants sub so badly, but just. won't let himself. he'd have to be talked into it in the form of "if you want to have sex with me, this is the only way it's going to happen", and then end up enjoying it way too much. he's so bad at asking for what he wants, but really, what he wants is the hard, cruel side of things. he's definitely into cnc, he wants to fight the submission the whole way to it: he wants a partner that'll force him into it, and humiliate him for giving in. it's honestly difficult to parse where the line is drawn with him, because he's so easily overwhelmed like this, but that's exactly what he wants to be. just fucked into mercilessly as he blushes and cries silently and insists that he's not into this.

terzo - i mean, come on. if there ever was a vocal, needy, desperate slut. unlike secondo, he'll tell you exactly what he wants. in fact, he'll beg for it. very easily. i think his favourite is a good even mixture of degradation and praise: tell him how fucking hot he is like this, and then call him pathetic when his dick starts twitching. he's so loud, just constant moaning and whining.

copia - number one praise enjoyer. he's not even really into penetrative sex; his absolute favourite thing in the world is eating out/sucking off his partner while they tell him what a good job he's doing, what a good boy he is. also a big fan of being made to hump furniture while his partner(s) watch him. has a bit of an issue about premature ejaculation, which he's beyond embarrassed about, but the right kind of dom could do a lot with that in any potential scene. he'll need a lot of aftercare, though, and goes so incredibly soft afterwards. just be gentle with him. he's your sweet little good boy.

perpetua - actually super duper playful. loves to get his partner(s) all riled up, teasing them by constantly posing seductively and "accidentally" showing more skin. he's definitely an exhibitionist, and in the right context, will let you take control in this foreplay stage: remove more of his clothes, pull his pants down, unbutton his shirt, really show him off to whoever else is present; guaranteed to have him blushing and squirming in your grasp as his dick gets harder and harder from the feeling of being so exposed and helpless. however, if you let the foreplay go on without that kind of interruption, he'll eventually want his partner(s) to punish him for all the teasing. he has a thing for almost slasher movie esque scenes, where you chase him down and pin him to the floor. he wants to get scared.

nihil - has never once dommed imperator in his entire, absurdly long life, and i stand by that. back in the day, when both of them had more energy and more active sex drives (although let's be real, did they ever really lose that?), he was like. dangerously submissive to her. would do literally anything she told him to, no questions asked, no complaints raised. with his other partners, he was at least a bit more coy, but even then, he was always just a bit too eager. which meant that he definitely attracted a certain kind of partner, who'd take him to all sorts of extremes just to see if he'd do it (he would). he'd be a bit more shy with the others, have to be eased into that headspace, but with imperator, he literally would not hesitate to beg without her even asking him to.

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depressed copia is my new favorite thing to write

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Pick up the receiver, he'll make you a believer.

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hearing that your characterizations are good is like. the best thing to hear as a fic writer.