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I made an Opus Eponymous inspired rosary! The first one is what it looks like all straightened out, but you have to click on it lol. Might sell it on my Etsy sometime if there’s any interest :)

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Some friends in my Copia discord server told me to post this lmao

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A Quick Taste

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Tags: gn!Reader/Copia, submissive/needy Copia, oral sex, he’s pathetic even when he’s getting his dick sucked, some dirty talk, backstage shenanigans, some ageplay undertones (Copia’s just a little guy), some scent/sweat kink

SOMEONE can’t keep from getting horny on stage, so it’s up to you to provide some quick intermission relief.

The intermission announcement echoes through the concert hall, and you sit up from where you’d been resting on the couch, enjoying Copia’s muffled- but still unquestionably lovely- singing from the other side of the wall. There’s the sound of a door opening and clattering footsteps. He sprints backstage and darts around like a madman. He’s looking for someone. Looking for you, if the prominent tent in his pants is any indication. You smile and roll your eyes, heart full of fondness for your poor, easily excited sweetheart.

“Copia! I’m over here!” You wave him over.

He stops in his tracks, perks up, then scurries over to the couch where you’re sitting. He’s definitely hard. You raise an eyebrow at him and his ears flush pink.

“Got too, ehhh, excited during the last song.” He chuckles sheepishly, fiddling with his gloves. “Do- do you mind if I- just really quickly- uhm…”

You grab the waistband of his jeans and yank him towards you. He yelps in surprise, grabbing your shoulders to catch his balance, ears burning red now.

Smiling up at him mischievously, you start undoing the laces of his pants. “Are you wearing underwear, or were you feeling like a whore tonight, Papa?”

He bites his lip and fidgets for a moment, looking down, avoiding your gaze. “I- I’m not,” he admitted. “I wanted to see if I could go the whole show without, uh…” he paused, then mumbled, “getting hard.”

“And what does that make you?” He says nothing, glancing nervously off to the side. You grab his chin firmly and force him to look at you. “Say it, amorino.”

“…A whore.”

You smile and let his face go with an affectionate pat. “Good boy. Now…” you murmur, running your hands slowly and deliberately down his chest, down his sides, following the dip of his waist and the swell of his hips. “Let’s see that pretty cock, sweet boy.”

He whines eagerly and his fingers dig into your shoulders as you pull the front of his jeans down. His dick springs free, stiff, flushed, and already leaking. Shooting him a roguish grin, you run a finger teasingly along the underside. He bites his lip and hums softly.

“My goodness, baby. You’re absolutely dripping,” you croon. “We’ll be done well before the end of intermission, I think. Now come a little closer, darling. I’m gonna clean you up a bit.”

He nods enthusiastically and inches closer, cock bobbing up and down, dribbling precum on your lap. Oh, your lovely, needy, perfect boy. You wrap your hand around the base and he takes a deep, shuddering breath, eyes fluttering closed as you lick gently at the tip in long, slow strokes. His precum is sweet, just like him. You savor the taste, swirling your tongue around his cockhead and pressing it into his slit. His breathing is ragged, and he moans so beautifully as you run your tongue down to the base, nosing at the soft, greying hair just above. You draw in a deep breath, nuzzling closer, savoring the heady, intoxicating scent of his sweat. You dip down to mouth at his balls, and the slight saltiness from his earlier exertions makes your mouth water. He groans, hips jolting, cock twitching as you fondle him with your tongue. When you gently suck them into your mouth, he lurches forward and whimpers out a rapturous “Oh-!” that burns through your veins and pools between your legs. Fuck, you love the sounds he makes.

You pull back with a quiet pop, then dive back in, licking hungrily at the sweat that still lingers. His blissful little sounds fill the air, a steady stream of gorgeous moans and gasps spilling from his mouth. His cock is stiff and drooling, a warm rivulet of precum rolling down the shaft and onto your cheek. Sathanas, he’s such a beautiful mess. You follow the flow back up with your tongue, ravenously lapping up every bit. You can’t help it; he just tastes so fucking good.

You close your lips around the tip and lave your tongue over his slit again and again and again, relishing every sweet drop that seeps out. He whines brokenly, drawn-out and tremulous, scrabbling at your shoulders as you take a little more of him into your mouth, tongue still working feverishly. He sounds so fucking pretty, every whimper and every cry tingling across your skin and burning through your bones as your lips and tongue stroke him faster and faster.

He fists his hands in your hair, hunched and shaking with sheer bliss as he cries, “Cazzo, amore mio! Please! Ah- sathanas! Please-!”

You can’t stifle your low groan of pleasure as he falls apart under your tongue. He’s so beautiful like this, debauched and desperate and trembling and begging and-

“Oh, amore. Amore! I’m gonna- ah! T- tesoro, I’m gonna cum-“

He spasms and shudders, a sharp wail tearing from his throat, and a warm gush of spend spills onto your tongue. You can’t get enough, reveling in the taste as you work him through his climax, hungrily drinking up every drop as he claws at your shoulders, twitching and gasping. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth as you suck him dry.

You pull away and wipe the drool and pre from your face, utterly satisfied. He’s still holding onto you in a daze, hair falling loose around his face, looking for all the world like you’d just sucked his brain out through his dick, and you bask in the sight. God, he looks so cute when he’s been fucked stupid.

There’s a rustle of movement from the other end of backstage and you hear the ghouls chattering as they get ready to head back out. You look back up at Copia and he’s blinking owlishly down at you. Clearly his brain is still in the process of turning back on. You chuckle. He’s so painfully endearing. A pat on his thigh gives him the little kickstart that he needs and he straightens up abruptly.

“Cazzo! Oh shit. Amore, I- eh, I gotta go.” He shoves himself back in his pants, fumbling clumsily with the laces. “Th- thank you!”

You bark out a laugh. “Anytime, sweetheart. Just come find me after the ritual; I’m gonna need you to return the favor. Alright, baby?”

He stops messing with the strings, looking up at you and nodding eagerly, eyes lighting up with excitement. You wave him off so he doesn’t miss his cue, and he stumbles away with an awkward little wave, still trying to tie up his pants as he goes.

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My boyfriend drew Terzo in this shirt I found while I was visiting my aunt in Austin Texas

Here is the result

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77. “do you like it when i touch right here?” for copia and anyone of your choosing

Hehehe hell yeah >:3

From now on (I say as if I haven’t been doing it already lmao) I think I’ll just default to a reader insert when there isn’t a character specified, if that’s alright with y’all!

Copia sucks in a small gasp, lips parting ever so slightly, head falling back against the headboard with a quiet thunk as you slide your hands slowly and deliberately up the bare skin of his thighs. His cock twitches where it lays, stiff and already leaking, on his stomach. A longing whine quavers in his throat.

“Amore-“

You gently knead at the soft flesh of his inner thighs and he cuts himself off with a blissful little hum. The sound sends a pulse of warmth tingling through your veins to pool between your legs, thick and sweet like honey. He was too precious; it was going to be the death of you one day. He’d make that sound, look at you with those soft, lovestruck eyes, and you’d simply melt away into nothingness.

“Yes, il mio piccolo?” you croon. He blushes faintly at the endearment, looking away bashfully.

“That feels really nice,” he murmurs shyly, and his flush darkens. You can’t resist, not when he’s being this sweet. Gently, you slide a finger under his chin and guide his face to yours, capturing his lips in a kiss so slow, so tender it aches. He whimpers softly, and you open your mouth as if to taste it. He follows your lead, parting his lips eagerly to let your tongue slip inside. You lick leisurely into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the peach wine from earlier that has been left, forgotten, on the nightstand. Your tongue rubs up against his, and he moans so wantonly, you know your underwear is done for.

Humming with pleasure, you pull away so you can tell him how good he’s being, but he lets out a pathetic whine and leans forward, chasing after you in a desperate attempt to keep your lips on his. You huff affectionately and put a hand on his chest, holding him down. He looks so lost and forlorn it’s almost comical, even as it tugs painfully at your heartstrings.

“Aww, baby! I’m sorry!” You cup his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheekbones. “I was just about to tell you how lovely you are. You were doing so well, I wouldn’t punish you for that,” you reassure him. He nods, looking up at you with wide eyes brimming with devotion. Fucking hell. Those eyes spark something in you, a surge of heat that ignites a wild hunger.

You yank him into another kiss, this one ravenous and insistent. Licking into his mouth with fervor, your tongue curls over his teeth and tangles with his tongue. Your muffled groans mingle with his needy whimpers and you feel his hands scrabble frantically at your back. Twining your fingers in his hair, you reach your other hand down to wrap around his cock. He jerks and keens into your mouth, all high-pitched and squeaky, and you have to pull back to catch the breath he just stole from you with that perfect little noise.

“Do you like it when I touch right here, sweet thing?” you pant, rubbing him torturously slow, drawing out a breathy moan from his kiss-red lips.

“Y- yes, tesoro,” he gasps. “Fuck-”

He bucks his hips, and you can tell he’s not gonna last long. Your hand is already slick with his pre and he’s red in the face, utterly ruined with just a few strokes. God, he’s pathetic. And so fucking cute.

“Oh, my sweet boy. You’re so fucking pretty. So good for me. So fucking good,” you groan, pumping your fist up and down as he squirms and thrusts desperately into your hand; short, sharp cries filling the air. His hips jerk and stutter and jolt; his brows furrow, his eyes scrunch shut, his hands fist in the sheets. His movements are erratic and frenzied, his moans and gasps and cries are getting louder and louder and-

A wail bursts from his throat and you watch, breathless, as thick, white ribbons of spend paint his stomach. You slow, but keep stroking until his euphoric little “ah!”s fade to quiet sighs of pleasure and relief and he relaxes, eyes fluttering shut, going boneless from exertion and satisfaction.

You sit there while he recovers for a second, drinking in the sight of him like he’s water in the desert. He’s gorgeous like this, worn out and covered in his own release, and you wish you could stay here, in this moment, for the rest of time. Just looking. Just adoring.

He blinks lethargically at you, probably wondering why you’re so quiet. But when he sees how you’re looking at him, his eyes soften and he smiles that achingly beautiful smile. The one that only you get to see. The one that tells you more than any words ever could. He reaches for you, and you scoop him into your arms and hold him close, pressing gentle kisses to the top of his head.

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Copia orgasm face poster is heeeeere ✨

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Grell sutcliff smut hcs w/ switch fem afab reader pls?

You betcha! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it! It’s been a while since I’ve written something for her, so fingers crossed I pulled it off without being ooc lol

Grelle Sutcliff Smut Headcanons ❤️

Everything about her is intense, and that translates well to the bedroom. She’s just about the most passionate person you could possibly imagine. Spontaneous sex is a regular occurrence and so is body worship. She is utterly obsessed with you and your body and takes every opportunity to show it <3

Her absolute favorite thing to do to you is tease you in situations where you can’t do anything about it, like in front of others or out in public. It’s usually pretty subtle; swaying her hips a bit more when she walks, biting her lip while she thinks, licking her fingers off ridiculously slowly if you’ve gone somewhere to eat. She loves testing your restraint because it usually gets some enthusiastic results when the two of you find somewhere private.

Some other things she really enjoys doing to you are edging you, eating you out, and biting you. If you’re into pain, those teeth will give you a very good time. Them fuckers are sharp. And when she eats you out she savors every second; her tongue game is fucking heavenly

She loves being tied up; her favorite material is rope, with chains as a close second. She’s quite a masochist and about as far from vanilla as one can get. She likes to be humiliated just as much as she likes to be praised.

She’s an outright goddess when it comes to aftercare. She busts out the fluffy blankets, the tea/hot chocolate, and- if we’re talking modern AU- your favorite movies/tv shows. If you’re the one giving her aftercare, she’s extremely cuddly and very likely to fall asleep :)

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I once saw someone say “I don’t know if I want to be him or be in him” and I have never resonated so deeply with a tiktok comment.

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I guess I’m making this a series! Here’s my Infestissumam inspired rosary! Once again, I’ll put this on my Etsy if there’s enough interest <3

Opus Rosary

Detail shots under the cut

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Duality of man

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Back to salivating over Copia’s thighs once more. The world is healing

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my mind has been plagued with the thought of bending copia over my knee and spanking him with one of those heavy brass crucifix i think i'm seeing the light

Oh anon, you are someone after my own heart >:]

I was working on a little blurb to answer this with, but it got away from me and I didn’t want to leave you thinking I was ignoring your ask hsfjsjrvhsjs. If my writers block FUCKS OFF, I will reblog this with what I wrote ;P

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Is this anything?

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Watching the ghovie curled up in my autism nest, hell yeah. I’ve spent half of it bawling my eyes out and the other half horny out of my mind for Papa. Ah, the duality of man 😌

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hiii if u still wanted asks for that sentence starter thing, how about number 20 said from someone(reader if u want) to copia? 👀 feel free to ignore this of course!

20. Just wait and see what I’m going to do to you once I get you alone.

Ohoho, you knew exactly which one I wanted to write ;P

Thanks for requesting dude! <3

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Copia, in full papal regalia, stands resplendent behind the pulpit. While the bishops handle the regular congregation, Copia leads services for the members who hold some sort of rank, ranging from siblings of sin to cardinals.

He’s just started off the unholy communion, and you’re already feeling itchy with displeasure. The way some of the other clergy members look at him when he puts the wafers in their mouths is bringing out the possessive streak in you, and the longer it goes on, the harder it gets to keep your feelings under wraps.

Soon enough it’s your turn, and you stride right up to him and kneel, raising an eyebrow at him. He glances uncertainly down at you as he sets the paper-thin wafer on your tongue, unsure what that look might mean. You gesture for him to lean a little lower than strictly necessary so you can hiss at him, “I don’t like how the others are looking at you. If I had it my way, I would bend you over that altar right now so everyone would know you were mine.”

His eyes widen and his ears go a little red, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep his expression as neutral as possible. He’s not doing a very good job. You smirk and let him turn away to pretend to fiddle with the wine chalice while he gets his face under control. Immensely enjoying how flustered he is, you stare him down the whole time while he shoots you looks that are equal parts anxious and amorous. He’s distracted enough that he almost spills several times before finally turning back to you and holding the cup to your lips. You hold his gaze as you drink deeply, unblinking and brazen. He stares right back as if entranced, and in that moment, it’s like he’s the one kneeling at your feet instead.

You finish and stand, but before you turn to leave, you put a hand on his shoulder in a deceptively friendly gesture, lean right up close, and murmur, “I wouldn’t ruin your image like that (unless you asked), but I do want to ruin you. Just wait and see what I’m going to do to you once I get you alone.”

He’s lucky he’s wearing his paint, because, judging by the way his pupils dilate and his lips gently part, he’s probably flushed a beautiful shade of red. It’s also very lucky he’s wearing robes, since, knowing him, he’s likely fighting a boner and losing.

Satisfied that he’ll be able to think about nothing else the whole service, you go back to your seat, ready and eager to watch him struggle. You know he feels your eyes on him the entire time, even when he’s not looking at you. He stumbles over his words every so often, and it usually coincides with a glance at you, followed by that hazy look that others might not pick up on, but that you could recognize anywhere: he is almost certainly vividly imagining what you are going to do to him.

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Rite Here Rite Now spoiler-y lament/vent thing

It’s finally set in that I am never going to see Copia live. Never. I’m never going to get to see him open with Kaisarion and they’re probably going to take off a lot of the Impera songs. I was so close to getting to see him but there was a fucking hurricane so that killed that plan for me. I dropped $600 on pit tickets for my boyfriend and I (when I absolutely could not afford that) and it got fucking cancelled. I got my money back, but I missed out on something I’ll never have the chance to experience ever again. I am actually nauseous over this. I’m fucking crying as I type. I wanna see Papa. I wanna see him so bad