Taking Your Throne

Taking your throne

Warnings: Smut, with a lil bit of fluff at the end.

Inspo: @darkhairedmenrule

A/N: I’ve never written face sitting before, so give me honest feedback. I also wrote this in the back of AP US History, so..

You never thought you would be here, in this position. Sprawled on your bed, with your Papa’s cunt on your face. Getting him there took a little bit too much persuasion, but after begging him to sit on your face, he did.

Low groans and mewls escape his mouth as you continuously licked into his slit, tasting every bit of slick he had to offer. He was basically grinding against your face, his overtly sensitive dick brushing against your nose you took what was yours.

“Fuck, Tesoro- Don’t stop.”

He kept begging, his small juts turning into full on rocking.

“I love how pink and tight you are for me. Bene ragazzo.”

You mutter into his cunt, his whines growing louder.

“I think I love you-“

He spat out, arching his back a little. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue fully inside, causing him to scream out your name. He pauses, coming back to earth. He looks down at you, crawling down to sit on your chest.

“I know it’s supposed to be sexual favors between us, but I think I have truly fallen for you, dolce.” He whispers, as you sit up and pull him into your lap.

“Love you too, darling.”

You attempt to pull him into a kiss, to which he backs away.

“I am not about to kiss you when you just ate me out, no thanks.”

You roll your eyes, looking him directly in the eye as you swallow what was in your mouth, before pinning him to you chest and pressing your mouth against his.

“Te amo tanto, idiotamente.”

He chuckles, collapsing against your chest.

“How many chocolate hearts and stuff like that did you get me before you confessed?”

You ask, trailing a finger on his chin.

“Too fucking many.”

You sigh, holding him against your chest. You hate chocolate.

SHAKIFN AND CRYING YALL NEW HEADCANON TIME.

So copiautism, right? Any time someone mentions his special interests you see the little twinkle in his eye, and you see his leg bounce or his little stippy stomps of excitement and he’s ranting and shit. Little squeaks and squeals in between words. Flapping his hands and rubbing his knuckles together, the biggest smile as he rants to you about the darkest shit ever like the Black Death or The history of Italy war. Like, if he rants over the phone he’s kicking his feet and clicking his fingers against the receiver, and he’s so happy that someone cares. Sorry guys had to be indulgent tonight!

One of the people that read my fic recommended face-sitting with trans!copia, so you best bet I’m working on that shit when I get home from work.

Edit: how tf do I write this shit.

When Someone brings up the ghouls and copia’s relationship, i think of three things.

1. He’s like a dad to them.

Imagine a freshly summoned tiny ghoul, attempting their first steps and Copia is sobbing on the floor about how cute his little ghoulies are.

And then they continue to treat him like a dad or friend on stage. Besides Sodo, Sodo will always be called “daddy’s favorite” by Swiss.

2. Polyghouls + Copia (my favorite.)

It all started with Copia venting to Mountain about how lonely he was, and not five minutes later he was in a huge pile of ghouls that were purring and chittering. Their ghouls also don’t tolerate dysphoria..

3. He’s terrified of them.

After seeing what happened to Terzo and the others, he has no trust in anyone anymore.

he is giggling and kicking his feet at it I know he is..

copia is so funny to me. man who desperately wants everyone around him to believe that he fucks, but will panic when a guy actually responds to his grindr message.

THE PORNBOTS FOUND ME HELP

Anyway gonna Copiapost soon