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The Papas & Love Languges

x fem reader scenarios, fluff and nsfw themes (mdni)

Regrettably, no Papa V :( I don’t understand his character well enough just yet but will update when I do!

Enjoy…<3

Primo

Giving: Quality Time

Primo is repulsed by most acts of affection done toward him. That doesn’t mean he's keen on giving it either. And when he does, it’s on his own terms and not necessarily because you want it. If you require some form of physical affection within the relationship from him, he’ll give some, but don’t expect him to be liberal with it. He often shows affection through smaller acts such as gentle pats to the back, fixing your hair, brushing it behind your ear, patting you on the head. It’s short and not overly romantic. It’s doting in a way. He is not big on physical affection obviously.

The one thing he’s willing to do is spend time with you. He heavily values his alone time, however, if he is able to just enjoy the space of another person, he’s okay with that too. Leisure time is important to Primo. He requires a partner in which he can simply exist with, nothing more expected. He does his own thing and you do yours. No unnecessary small talk to fill the space, no excessive touching.

Receiving Love language: Acts of service

Talk is cheap to him. Anyone can say anything and anyone can do anything. However, if you’re willing to sacrifice your time and energy for him, that is what interests him more. The actions are louder than words kinda deal. Not because it’s sweet or romantic but because it’s an act of devotion. And you become useful to him in some ways. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care for you, he just perceives human connection differently than most, albeit a bit distorted.

At first he will probably dismiss any help, but after a while of being together he will grow to appreciate it even if he won’t outright admit it. Maybe in the morning, just before he wakes up you decide to make him a cup of tea. He’s still asleep on his bed. Your back is turned to him while you’re in the kitchenette of his room. Stirring the tea one last time.

“Why are you doing that?” He utters sharply. He’s appeared behind you like an apparition, no previous indication that he’d woken up. Naturally, he startles you and instead you try to laugh it off. You turn to face him, he wears the usual grim expression he has no matter the circumstance. “What..what do you mean?”

He glances at the teacup in your hand—his cup. Proving his suspicion. His stony gaze flits back up to yours.

“Mia anima gemella, per favore…open your ears, huh? I am an old man and even I can hear better than this.” He retorts, some irritation in his tone, but puzzlement twitching at the corner of his eye. He’s not sure what to make of this.

“Because.. I wanted to?” You reply, confused at HIS confusion. What was a simple act to you seemed odd to him. You hold out the teacup. He only stares at you, trying to gauge your motive. Primo hesitantly accepts the teacup before patting your cheek as if to reward your action. His stoic expression does not change. Then he walks away, disappears much like a shadow, while he grumbles to himself in his native tongue. What you make out to be him saying

”What a strange girl..”

Secondo

Receiving: Quality Time

Secondo has an issue with truly receiving. Not in a way where he is being praised as Papa, but in a loving way. A way where he is seen and cared for. He’s not quite used to that position. Love has always been conditional to him. Although he believes he deserves all the praise he gets, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be adored innocently by someone who knows him well.

That being said, quality time is pretty important to him. Spending time with Secondo, you see more than just what he flaunts. With him, it's the simple things that can be satisfying. It's common for him to keep you in bed way past the time you’re meant to get up. As soon as he senses a stirring from you, he’ll pull you to him like a mouse to a glue trap. He inhales your scent, brushing your hair from your neck to plant a few kisses there as if to leave an invisible branding.

”You know you’re not getting up today, right?” He will mutter against your skin. And he’ll press himself against you, And so you’d share a good bottle of wine together, (or maybe you’d have the wine and he’d pour himself some whiskey on the side lol), wrapped up in his sheets just talking, giggling, smiling stupidly at each other. Secondo telling you about all his wild party stories, shit he’s experienced in all his years of living. Things he hasn’t told anyone really. He had nobody to share these things with.

“Yes, let’s just say I played in the snow quite a bit back in my day.”

“You mean cocaine right?”

“Correct, That’d be cocaine. Blow, snow, nose candy..” he pauses for a moment. “..booger sugar if you’re nasty.” He chuckles lowly, recounting a memory.

“Well that’s a lie, I see you do it all the time.” You snort.

He rolls his eyes, an amused grin betraying his playful annoyance. “Well.. yes, you’re right. I indulge here and there…but not as much these days.” He replies. “was that better, mia cara principessa, or must I be more specific for you, hm?”

Giving: Gifts + physical touch

Secondo is very much a giver. He will absolutely ensure that you are taken care of no matter the circumstance. You will never be outside looking a mess, he’ll dress you himself if he has to.

-Secondo will just casually drop an entire band on something if he senses that you have even a slight interest.

-Definitely goes all out with birthdays and holidays.

-Will aim for designer bags and such at first but if that's not your thing, all you have to do is tell him and he’ll get you what you really want.

-But he will not compromise on spoiling you. Don’t even try to tell him that it's too much or you don’t deserve it.

-He’ll demonstrate exactly how much you mean to him through action. Whether that's over a nice, expensive dinner or the mind-blowing sex right after, you’ll get it through your head.

Secondo is always looking for the opportunity to touch you. He will suddenly rest his hands on your shoulders and squeeze. Doesn’t matter if he’s talking to someone or it's just you two alone. His hands are squeezing every single bit of tension from your muscles for absolutely no reason and no explanation. Just because he wants to, just because he can.

“Non essere così teso. Don’t I spoil you enough?” He’ll purr against the warmth of your neck. He will pull your body flush against his, rolling his hips into your backside with intention. Steadily, yet with a power behind it. He easily gets you to submit, guiding you to bend and lean against a wall. And soon enough his gloved hand is gliding down your waist, to your stomach, to gripping your hip, to slipping into your pants and finally giving you what you’re craving. And what he thinks is best for you at that moment.

He can hardly ever help himself. He just has to be close to you, telling you the sweetest things intertwined with the filthiest thing. He knows exactly what to do, what to say and how to say it to get in both your heart and your pants. And he is well aware of his effect on you. Nothing is ever an accident with him.

Secondo is no stranger to touching, obviously. However, he is usually doing so in the context of sexual interactions with random women. Pure, affectionate, innocent touches are a little new to him. Not new in the sense that he’s never ever experienced it, but more to the effect that it's something he has not felt in a very very long time. That's why it often escalates to sex, as it's all he knows and he cannot help if those fuzzy, warm feelings turn him on to no end. To be absolutely valued and practically worshipped, like he knows he deserves. It gives him pride to know that he is able to provide everything you desire. It’s an ego boost for sure.

Terzo

Giving: Physical Touch + words of affirmation

Terzo wants you all over him. Luckily , this is not a difficult task to execute. Even the hardest to get, eventually fall for his charm.

He wants you hooked and he would love nothing more than to give into your every desire. His approach is softer than the usual seduction tactic. It’s enchanting, like a siren’s call..or a hex. Effortless and like second nature.

He has quite a way with words. It’s intentional but also simply flows. His words are like poetry in many ways. Some used to sweeten, some used to disarm. To him sex is much better with connection and romance involved.

It’s the little things. While you’re spending time together, maybe strolling through the Ministry gardens walking side by side. A casual conversation, a few chuckles here and there as he has no trouble making you laugh.

“I swear to you, I…busted my ass on the stage. It was..terrible. I was hurting for days after..” And of course you break out laughing at him, which is his intention anyway.

“Oh you’re laughing at me now. Is that it? I am a joke to you, yes?” He remarks with a hint of a grin at the corner of his lips. You play along, denying any hint of laughter although it is obvious. In that moment while you’re adjusting your ring, it falls onto the floor with a clink. When you go to pick it up, he interjects,

“Ah, ah I’ve got it, cara. You stay up there, I do not mind becoming even shorter now…” he kneels down on one knee, gracefully to retrieve the ring.

Carefully, he takes your hand, and slowly slips the jewelry back onto your finger.

“Yes, just like that..it’s a perfect fit, isn’t it?”

Finally, lifting his gaze to yours, looking through his eyelashes. His mismatched eyes, one a stark white, peers into your entire soul. A common expression for him he does with no warning. One that goes straight to both your heart and your core. And you have no choice but to stare back, entranced.

“Remind you of something doesn’t it? Oh, to be a finger around a tight hole” he muses.“Hm...oh well.”

With the cherry on top, he presses his kiss to the top of your hand like an enchantment. A sacred rune meant only for you. He takes his time standing up, making sure to be poised. Standing before you again.

“Hello.. is anybody home?” He breaks the trance. Knowing of its existence. Playing coy as if he had no idea what he just did to you. To him it’s a menial thing, yet still aware of its effect. And just like that he can easily go back to his previous demeanor with you. Like nothing ever happened.

Receiving: Gifts

It’s no secret that Terzo enjoys the finer things in life. Silk sheets, aged wine, fine jewelry, rare steak..

But there’s nothing he adores more than a keepsake. Something he can remember a person by without necessarily being in their presence. Terzo is the kind to keep to himself when he isn’t performing or fulfilling some sort of Papa adjacent task. He values his privacy. Sometimes he prefers to reflect rather than act all the time. That’s the side of him not many see. And although he can be quite romantic, love being around you, he needs to recharge his battery too.

Even though he likes to live lavishly, he would be satisfied with anything you give him. As long as there’s a clear, actual effort put into it.

A plushie, a shirt, a ring, a poem, a drawing, a necklace, chocolates, roses…

It makes no difference to him because he will relish the fact that you put thought into it. Sometimes when he’s lying in bed, in a scenario where he’s regrettably far from you, he’ll fall asleep with what you gave him, holding it close to his chest. Thinking of you. Dreaming of you. Just in his own way

And although not necessarily a gift, sometimes he might even ask for one of your shirts, just to inhale your scent when he’s by himself. When he wants to daydream of you. Could that become toxic if he self-isolates too much? Maybe. But he always comes back to you eventually.

Copia

Receiving: Physical touch + words of affirmation

When Copia really likes you (and since you’re his partner, he definitely likes you..) he can be quite clingy. He feels he deserves it and that he’s entitled to it. Even if there is a little shame lingering in the back of his mind when he asks you for anything. But seeing you return the favor, allowing him to be so close, all the worry really falls away. Run your fingers through his hair, caress the side of his face, kiss him on the cheek, hold his hand..all those innocent gestures truly makes him feel worthy. Like as long as your arms stay wrapped around him, you’ll never leave. When you’re there for him, he’s there for you. For him, these things are not necessarily sexual, but more of a comfort. A promise without words. An unspoken agreement to love each other with compassion. Combine your touch with the sweetest words ever? He’s a puddle now. Melted Copia. He will instantly fold if you tell him how great he was as Papa..how he deserves it. How he’s still *your* Papa. He’s handsome, he’s sweet, he’s so talented. The works. Stroke his ego and he’ll do anything you want. He’ll be so smitten he won’t even know how to handle it.

You’re on the couch,watching a movie with him. Some 80s action film in his boundless collection of DVDs. He lies in your lap likely falling asleep as you caress his cheek, having the same effect as a lullaby.

“Hey, baby..?” He calls you, some hesitation in his tone.

“Yeah?”

“Could you maybe…ehh..”

You wait for him to say what he’s thinking, noticing the reluctance. You reassure him that you won’t judge.

“Well..uh.. you know that one time when you were playing with my hair and I ehh..I fell asleep?”

You nod.

“Do you think you could do that again? It felt really nice the last time. I’d do it for myself but I’m not sure it works that way. I tried.” He chuckles slightly.

And so you give into his request while you tell him how handsome he is , how cute he looks in your lap, how much you adore him..and of course he drifts to sleep in no time. Feeling safe with you. The most relaxed you will ever see him.

Giving: Acts of service

Copia WILL bend over backwards for you…(in more ways than one honestly). You tell him to do something, it will absolutely get done because he wants nothing more than to please you. You are literally everything to him. Doing things for you is like an act of worship for him. You need the tv remote even though it’s like two inches away from you? Done. You’re hungry? Done, he’s cooking a whole meal for you. Do you need him to buy you snacks in the middle of the night? Right away, my love. You’re just bored? Here he comes to be your personal jester. He’s such a sap and he’s well aware of it. As long as you’re giving to him, he’ll give everything to you.

Thank you for reading :>

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UPDATE:

Papa V & love languages

Receiving: physical touch

V has been isolated for a good chunk of his life. Although he’s not used to affection, he deeply craves it. So when you are so forthcoming with this, he will explode and reciprocate it 10 fold. You won’t be able to get rid of him.

Giving: gifts + words of affirmation

I imagine V gives gifts like a cat does to its owner. Like he’ll just show up with random stuff and give it to you. Maybe if he found something like a cool looking rock, he’ll be like “look what I found. Pretty cool right?” and you got no choice but to accept it, nod and smile.

Despite how intimidating he can come off he’s actually a sweetheart. And he always tries his best to cheer you on and get you to look on the bright side. Sometimes in an unsettling manner.

“Nothing lasts forever…” he’ll give his signature grin, teeth bared. Off-putting to some.

“..And neither will your tears! So chin up, sweetie, okay?”

Essentially he’s just a creature but he means well ❤️

[pagesfromthecoffin]

Hi guys, I swear I’m still around. More fanfic/fanart to come soon 🤞

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Jotaro affection headcanons

We all know by now that Jotaro isn’t very touchy feely

His words aren’t the softest either

Actually he can be so jarringly direct..

Definitely not big on public displays of affection

Very limited to hugs or hand holding, but nothing too excessive

But if you need your sink fixed or your tire pumped, he’s the man for the job

These are things he doesn’t make a big deal out of

He doesn’t fish for praise or anything like that

No, he does these things in silence

And sometimes when you’re not even around, it’s left there for you to discover

And when you ask if later on he’ll just be like “Yeah, what about it?” Not irritated, just indifferent tone. As if nothing really happened.

Sometimes he helps out without you even having to ask

At times you might find yourself worrying..

“Does he even care? Why didn’t he call? Why is he so quiet? Why doesn’t he hold my hand enough in public?”

But then he decides to wash your car on a random Sunday and you remember who you’re dealing with

He is definitely more of an “acts of service” kind of lover

[xwinter-sketch]

I had to tuck him in idk

[copingcopia]

copia doodles at his desk. he draws himself. stick man wearing a big mitre with his papal paints. final touch is always adding a ridiculously big dick. he then puts it in the bottom drawer with the rest of the collection.

[a-perpetual-rise]

Cardinal Terzo 🖤

Did I do a late night painting of Terzo just so I can see him with nipple piercings? …maybe

[pagesfromthecoffin]

Period headcanons with Dante 💗🌹 18+ mdni (fem reader & she/her pronouns)

Dante can smell the blood coming before it even spills from you. He can tell you when it’s about to come and he’d be so casual about it. But he’s a dick so he’d say something like…

“Hey, Moses, I think the red seas are parting.” And of course he gives you that stupid, smug grin of his. As if he’s the funniest person in the world.

Although he likes to make fun, he will always take care of you. He’s broke as hell but somehow always has menstrual products around the office. If you ask him how he got them he’ll just be like

“I know a guy.”

(We all know he’s borrowing them from Lady and it goes straight to his tab).

Dante will jokingly complain about having to babysit you but truthfully, it makes him feel needed. Not by just anyone, but by you. He knows you can handle yourself and that’s one of the reasons why he admires you so much. But it always makes him feel good to know that he can still be that knight in shining armor for you. Even if it’s through smaller acts like ordering a whole pizza just for you. (He’ll take 1 or 2 slices). He will give you all the sugary and processed foods you desire at the time. Even though he knows they can make symptoms worse, he just can’t deny you. You deserve to indulge in your cravings.

He’ll be your own personal heating pad. His body can get hot enough for it. All he’d have to do his lay his hand a little below your stomach and you’re good to go.

You’ll both be resting on the couch, laying your head in his lap, wrapped in a blanket he’s given you. Dante is reading a magazine, as his free hand runs against your cheek, sometimes playing with your hair.

One thing he knows relieves the symptoms are orgasms. So he can surely make up for giving you all that junk food.

Most things do not phase him. But especially not blood. In his line of work, he sees it all the time. Coming from others, coming from himself. Whatever. There’s no need to be shy with him or feel embarrassed. He genuinely doesn’t care. it’s just “extra lube.”, as he’d put it.

That being said, Dante has no problem sliding his cock Into your aching core. He loves the sound of your wet pussy taking him. He thinks all the blood particularly helps out. Seeing that bliss on your face and a tremble roll throughout your body is worth everything to him. He could hold you like this forever and ever.

And he’s especially grateful that he can rub his thumb over your clit while he’s above you. He loves how you buck your hips against him for more. No matter how you move, there is pleasure all around.

Once you cum around his dick the first time, he’ll keep rocking into you if you seem particularly needy for him. It’s always consecutive orgasms with him—but especially on a day like this where it’s his responsibility to care for you.

Soon he’ll end up between your thighs, running is tongue along your folds, and gliding over your throbbing clit. Lapping up that sinful mixture of slick and blood. He really loves your scent. It makes him feral in a literal sense. He relishes that aroma. That faint trace of iron, the slight sweetness of it. He usually doesn’t say that outright, as to not freak you out. But you might be able to tell based on how eager he is to be near you.

And Dante is keen on the fact that this also brings you some pain relief. So it’s not entirely selfish..right?

[theguts]

They're just hanging out

[pagesfromthecoffin]

4taro NSFW headcanons | mdni

Fem reader & use of she/her pronouns

Jotaro is not the initiator on most occasions

Yes, he has sexual thoughts and urges sometimes but it’s not really something that takes up his headspace

He’s too busy thinking about discovering a new species of marine life or something

But seriously, his sex drive is not very high

He doesn’t masturbate that often. Maybe once or twice a month

He only really has sex in order to please his partner (you)

Jotaro simply sees it as a responsibility of his. He wants you to be satisfied

But also sees it as a way to build intimacy and connection. He’s very objective about it

Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys sex too

As we know, he’s not the most expressive person

So sometimes he might come off as uninterested but that couldn’t be further from the truth

if he’s agreeing to make love, he trusts you and wants to make you feel good

If he wasn’t Interested, he’d be transparent about it

He’s a service top and bottom

Jotaro doesn’t often feel the need to take control in the bedroom unless he’s asked to

In that case, he has no problem with it

You’d think he’s this super dominant guy, but not really!

In fact, he prefers sitting back and letting you ride him. You look so incredibly alluring above him

That’s not something he’d say out loud but you’ll know how he feels based on how he looks at you

The way his dark eyes never break from yours

The way his breathing falters and his jaw clenches with every buck of his hips up inside you

The way his grasp tights round your hips, on your thighs..

You know you’ve got him whipped, right?

That man ain’t going nowhere

Going back to my point on his silence…

He’s really quiet during sex

His breathing will get heavy, he’ll grunt, but he’s not a loud moaner

He’s just not a loud guy. It’s not even that he’s holding it back

More so that he’s just not used to that

Once again, not a very expressive guy

That’s okay!

He’s also not one for dirty talk

It’s something he’s just not really comfortable doing

If something slips out, it slips out

But he won’t go out of his way to speak

If you ask him to be a little more vocal, he’ll consider it

But don’t expect him to start talking nonstop

If you ask him to say something really filthy he’ll probably be like..

“Good grief. No way I’m saying that.”

So I’m not really convinced that he’d be into being called ‘Daddy’ or saying ‘good girl’

But if it’s something you’re into, he’d likely do it just to make you happy

Don’t expect him to go ham with it though

Don’t feel bad, he still loves you

He just thinks you’re pretty kinky

Jotaro probably wouldn’t engage in most kinks

but if you ask to try something new, he’d be open to very few things

Even those things would require giving him more Information and letting him think about it before he agrees

He is fairly vanilla which is okay

Also forgot to mention, he has a really big dick 🥹

Enjoy!

[coochellati]

GUYS—If you are currently simping or have ever simped for Bruno Bucciarati—JUST FUCKING LISTEN TO THIS, OKAY?? (18+)

ThIS IS NOT AI. This is Ray Chase’s ACTUAL voice.

[avocado-writing]

puppyboy!copia pt5

thank you @cruise-in-your-glow-bus for suggesting this idea to me. Perfect puppyboy scenario 😌

nsfw. dry humping with your puppyboy.

pt1 & pt2 & pt3 & pt4

Copia’s been acting a little weird lately and you’re pretty sure you know why.

You noticed it the very first time you called him a good boy, and he got all flustered and pink, immediately attempting to shield the way his cock perked up in his sweats from your sight. Like if you knew he was turned on, you might send him back to the shelter.

Silly puppy. You’d never do that. You like him too much, he’s just so… sweet.

You were more than happy to just have a puppyboy as a roommate. They can make fantastic platonic companions, and you never expected more from him — but the fact he’s clearly attracted to you is a little bit thrilling. The way he buries his head into your stomach for pets on the sofa, trying to pretend that he isn’t scenting you when he’s able to get close to your sex. Rubbing his face into your neck to smother you in his smell as a little way to claim you as his own.

He has a dog-like devotion to you already, which you suppose is normal. You’ve had your first visit from the shelter representative and she was thrilled at how well the two of you were bonding, so you’re pretty sure this will be a success story any way it shakes out.

You wish he wasn’t so shy about asking you for what he wants, though. You’d be more than happy to help him. Instead he just plops himself into the dog bed by the side of your mattress and drifts off to sleep, and every morning tries to ignore his obvious aching boner. 

Tonight has been no different, except you knew a storm was coming. Copia had seemed nervous all evening but you hadn’t realised that it was due to the weather. You should have twigged it when he couldn’t get comfortable because of the mugginess in the air, rolling over and over in his bed - but your real wake-up call comes when you, well. Wake up.

The sound of thunder shocks you awake. The storm is right overhead, lightning flashing outside your window so intensely it’s like a goddamn rave is happening in your garden. That’s not what draws your attention, though. No, that would be the whimpering. 

You peer over the side of your bed and, when you adjust to the low light, you can see Copia is actively cowering. He’s pulled his shirt over his head to hide inside of it - exposing his soft, hairy belly you’ve only seen briefly a couple of times - and he’s shaking like a leaf. 

“Copia?” you whisper. The way he peeps out at you is tooth-rotting.

“Sì?”

“You okay, honey?”

Thunder breaks again. Copia yips. 

“I don’t like storms,” he confesses. Immediately you hold open your duvet, making a soft, inviting cave for him to enter.

“Do you want to—?”

You can’t finish the question because he’s scrambling to his feet and diving under the covers. This isn’t quite what you pictured when you thought about the first time sharing a bed with him but, as you feel Copia twist his way into a hug against you, you’re so glad that it is. His arms clamp around your waist and he buries his head into your stomach, trying to block out the worst of the noise. You can feel him calm down immediately, his trembling stopping when you stroke your fingers into his hair.

“There, there. It’s okay, puppy,” you whisper. You’re not sure if he lets out a moan or if it’s just the wind, but when you feel his breathing even out into his usual little snores, you let the warmth of him carry you off to sleep too.

You awake tangled with him like a lover.

At some point he’s made his way up the bed to wrap your torso in his arms, dragging you against him so you’re spooning. In the hazy half-awakeness of morning you’re simply aware of the pleasantly warm rocking sensation as a normal thing… then your brain begins to function properly and you realise he’s rutting up against your ass.

“Copia?” you ask, eyes wide, body getting warm. You’re able to turn over enough to see that he’s still fully asleep, ears twitching as he dreams pleasant dreams. There is no mistaking the way his cock slides between your asscheeks though, even over your layers of pyjamas, nor the way his breath hitches each time it hits just the right way. Fuck. Fuck, this is amazing. He looks so perfect. 

But it’s wrong to stay like this, no matter how good it feels. 

“Copia? Honey?”

You shake him softly. His eyelids flutter open and you’re met with the beauty of his adoring, mismatched stare. His hips don’t stop immediately, in fact, he goes a little harder now he’s just conscious enough to realise how much he’s enjoying it.

“Copia?” you urge. Suddenly he’s all too awake and he looks horrified, trying to scramble away from you in embarrassment. 

“Tesoro… oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, I was asleep, and you felt so warm and nice, please don’t send me back, I promise I can be good—”

Your hand cupping his face calms him immediately. You scratch your nails against his hairline and he whines, tail beating once.  

“It’s okay.”

“It’s okay?” it takes him a moment to process. He doesn’t know what you mean.

“You can keep going,” you whisper, breathy, soft. “You’re my good boy.”

He does moan at that.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstep…”

“C’mere,” you hum, holding open your arms. He slots his body against your again, warm and heavy, his erection pressing up against your sex as he finds a comfortable place. 

“I can go like this? I can do this?” he asks, beginning to cant his hips again. It feels delicious, even over your pyjamas. You nod, dropping a kiss to his cheek.

“Of course you can, baby. Just like that. Maybe upwards a little…”

He readjusts so he can rut against you more pleasurably and you both groan in satisfaction. Suddenly there’s no stopping him. He buries his face into your neck, as if he’s too shy to look at you even when you’ve given him explicit permission, but his hips move roughly and wildly and it’s taking your breath away.

“That’s it. That’s it, baby,” you encourage, gripping him hard, dragging him down so he’s held very tightly against you. He pushes you down into the mattress and it’s heavenly, the heavy feel of him, the coarseness of his body hair, the way he pants in your ear. 

Copia chants your name like it’s a psalm, whining joyously as he goes, and the pressure is beginning to mount as his thrusts get sloppier—

You come in your PJ bottoms. It’s messy but enthusiastic, and when you feel Copia follow you over the edge you think that you see stars.

Copia nuzzles harder against your neck as he rides out his orgasm against you. You think he’s whispering thanks, but it’s too slurred to tell.

You know a longer conversation will need to be had, but for now, you murmur again that he’s your good boy, and that’s enough for you to feel him smile. 

[zombiequeens]

*traumatised by the sight of an upright cross*

[rightintheghoulies]

Which papa?

[kocherga-motyga]

I colored the sketch from April 11th.

I'll redo it completely, I just don't know when, but according to the fan, in short, that is, yes...

I don't know, maybe I'll paint a couple more lazily from old sketches today, or maybe not

[lingenmustdie]

i don't use charcoal pencils often, but when i do, i make it count

[milky-starss]

hiding in the shadows 🦇🩸

[thevoidinyourstomach]

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