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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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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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MA MEN

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i have been on an absolute roll with these so.. secondo NSFW headcanons bc secondo was never meant to be soft and he absolutely knows it. this man is 80% discipline, 10% expensive cologne, and 10% cruel praise that ruins your life in the best way possible. . . as always, req are open (headcanons or full length fics)

⚠︎ NSFW BELOW. 18+ MDNI. ⚠︎

» secondo does not do soft, at least not at first. he’s a strict, controlling, commanding lover. you don't make requests — you follow orders

» everything about him oozes control: the tone of his voice, the way he grips your chin, the expectation that you’ll hold his gaze while you obey and if you disobey? oh, he’ll punish you—with slow, drawn-out precision, not anger. “you knew better. and now you’ll take what you’re given.” » there’s almost a ritualistic structure to how he undresses you, binds you, or lines up his implements — precision is part of the pleasure » prefers leather cuffs and collars, and enjoys the process of breaking you in to his expectations » if you act up or tease him too much? over his knee. face to the desk. knees on the floor. he'll make sure you don’t forget who’s in charge » secondo’s degradation game is brutal but elegant. he doesn't yell. he whispers filth like he’s reading scripture “you look better on your knees. filthy little thing, begging for my cock like it’s absolution.” » he wants to own your shame, to turn your vulnerability into a tool — one that binds you closer to him, even while he destroys you » spitting in your mouth? absolutely. making you repeat how desperate you are? he lives for it » secondo keeps the gloves on—especially when he's fucking you with his fingers » there’s something about the way the leather drags against your skin, the sound of it—you swear he gets off on it as much as you do

» he’ll have you spread open across velvet or oak, his gloved fingers slow and relentless inside you while he watches from above, eyes heavy-lidded and calculating “not even inside you properly, and already trembling. pathetic.” » eye contact is mandatory. he needs to see your face — every flicker of pleasure, pain, submission » if you look away, he grabs your jaw. “eyes on me. now.” » edging is an artform to him. he’ll tease you for what feels like hours, whispering in your ear how weak you look begging for release “you want to come? then earn it. or sit there and soak the sheets while i decide if you’re worth the effort.” » once he does allow it? it’s not over. you’ll come again. and again. and maybe again—until you're crying, shaking, and brainless » that low, gravelly growl? it’s a weapon. he’ll speak just above a whisper when he wants you docile and pliant » if he moans, it’s a rare reward — usually low, guttural, and laced with restraint. he prefers to watch you fall apart, not the other way around » but whisper his name just right, stroke your hand across his chest when he's buried inside you… and you might hear it: “fanculo… sì… just like that.” » he’ll never say the word “aftercare,” but he’s deeply invested in your well-being—even if it’s veiled as ownership » he’ll clean you himself. lay you across silk sheets, stroke your hair, make sure you get some water, and watch you drift

» “you’re mine,” he’ll murmur against your temple, voice soft now. “no one else gets to see you like this.”

bonus blurb ✧.* . . . . . . . . . you’re bent over his desk, cheek pressed to cool wood, wrists bound in silk and legs trembling. secondo stands behind you, still in his vest and gloves, fucking you slow—cruel and measured, like he’s punishing you for even thinking about someone else seeing you like this.

“is this what you wanted?” he growls, gloved hand tangled in your hair. “to be ruined? marked? filled so full you forget your own name?”

you try to answer, but all that comes out is a sob, and he smirks. “good,” he murmurs, voice a razor’s edge. “don’t speak. just take it.”

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THIS…this will haunt me for ever and ever…If I am going to die, at least I will die from something I created myself.

Damn you, Papa…damn you for being so courteous! 

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you can’t talk about vampires and their views on menstrual blood anywhere else besides here. On account of the stigma

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Copia in the rain + wind blowing his hair is my new obsession 🖤

videos by neatgraves , moose_traacks on ig

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Frank Cheyne Papé (1878-1972), ''The Well of Saint Clare'' by Anatole France, 1928

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The fact that kids nowadays want ao3 to be censored— guys. Guys. Where is your sense of adventure? When I was 12, and homeschooled, and had unlimited internet access on my second hand laptop, all I felt upon discovering ao3 was unmitigated joy. A whole platform where people can be fucking weird and post toe-curling novel-length diatribes about ANYTHING. How beautiful is that?

And then you, the reader, can just jump in and post your own weird shit? And people might comment just to say “nice job!” Or “where the fuck is the next chapter” on your 20k coffee shop FNAF AU? Bro. Them’s the little things that make the internet worth anything.

Ao3 is so beautiful. I love scrolling past indescribably disturbing descriptions. I love knowing they have a place to be posted. I love knowing that, should I feel the urge to indulge, I can do so with no repercussions.

Mi familia. Mis amigos. Por favor. Take a step back and be grateful that not every facet of creativity has been locked behind an algorithm.

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Perpetua design for my art school final ✌️

Don't know when I'll be officially back, I'm stuck in a loop of feeling like shit and having entirely too much to do 🫤🫤

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there is a beast of some sorts in my askbox

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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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(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 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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after photos and art with small dogs, Secondo is associated only with them 😭

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Also consider copia setting up a dnd campaign for his brothers, including preparing characters for them (even built miniatures - yes, even for perpetua). They're not convinced initially - why can't they just play uno as always?! - but after only a few hours they're *locked in*. Even Secondo grumpily admits that it's fun (especially when he threw the dice at terzos head).

Oh my god please brotherly bonding via saving the world and YEETING magic spells around 😭

I can see them all locking in eventually and taking it super seriously!

Not going to lie I’m already picturing something similar to what it’s like to play DND with my dad and his friends.

Everyone’s really sensible for the first hour, maybe two, but then next thing you know there’s six empty bottles of wine, someone’s wearing a really shitty wig backwards, someone’s had their makeup done very poorly and the combats gone to Hell, but everyone’s laughing so damn loud they’re basically dying.

If you thought UNO was intense as all Hell then wait until you get a load of these guys trying to fight an Intellect Devourer.

Don’t throw the dice idiot that shit fucking hurts!

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