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Ya’ll I wrote a trans copia x transman reader smut fic 😭

✨ Should I post it ✨

Forget all the slow dancing, baby we can take it to the bathroom.

Transmasc!reader x Transmasc!

Terms used for reader and Copia are

Cunt, clit, dick, etc.

A/N: Oopsies anyway..This is my first time writing smut. Please for the love of god don’t bully me 😭

Warnings: Warnings: Finger-Fucking, afab!receiving oral (both ways implied.) Implied Thigh-crushing kink, kink, bondage (slightly), poorly translated Italian, implied choking, and use of sex toys due to the transgender boys not having bottom surgery.

In no time at all, you were pressed up against the sink in the bathroom. Papa Emeritus IV had you gripping the edges of the marble sink, his leather glove thrown onto the side counter. His hand was shoved down your jeans, rubbing furious circles into your swollen clit. You stared at your reflection, wondering how you got here. He tugged at your hair, making you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Principe. So desperate for the touch of your papa.”

He only smiles behind you, before slipping his fingers fully into your slick-coated cunt. He pulls them out just as fast, running his tongue along his digits in an attempt to tease.

You only could groan, your thoughts becoming fuzzy as he continued to tease you through your tight jeans. One hand had a firm grasp around your neck, the other one rubbing against your core through your clothing. He flipped you around, so you were facing him.

“Good boy, Dolce. Do I have permission to eh- continue?”

He stumbles, his awkward demeanor still very present in his voice. You nod quickly, the tight feeling in your core tightening quickly.

“Fuck, Papa..”

You gasp as his fingers uncross the laces on your dress pants, only for him to realize you weren’t wearing boxers.

“God dammit, you truly are a filthy slut, huh? I like people who are bold, I’ll give you that-“

He snickers, picking you up and carrying you until you rest on his bed. He gets on his knees, pulling a grey shoe-box from under his bed. He pulls out a thick knot of red rope, glancing at you for your reaction.

You nod, anxious yet curious on what exactly he was going to do. He pulled your jeans off in one move, before glancing down once more at your face.

“Oh my gods, Copia please-“

You beg, as he ties your hands to his headboard. He backs away, now on his stomach in between your legs.

“I cannot wait to see how you taste, Rosebud.”

He smirks at the nickname, before diving between your legs and pressing a flat tongue against your dripping cunt.

is all you can muster, your thighs instinctively squeezing around his head. His eyes opened, green and white meeting your own gaze. His eyebrows knitted together as he moaned into your clit, his eyes rolling back and his hips jutting against the bed. You feel Copia’s hands snake around your thighs, gripping them as he continued drinking you down, licking and sucking at your swollen clit. It wasn’t too long before he pushed one of his hands through your thighs and into your hole, diligently working you to your limit. That knot in your stomach only got tighter, as you writhed against the restraints. As you squeezed tighter around his head and pulled his hair as he tongue-fucked you, his moans only grew rapid and his hips rolling against the bedsheets in an attempt to pleasure his neglected clit.

“Fuck, Copia.. I need to cum-“

You gasped, tears pricking at your eyes. He pulled your thighs away from his face, before kneeling between your legs.

“While I can’t fuck into you how I would like, I can give you a taste of what we can do.”

He sighed, unbuttoning his top and tossing it to the side, his torso becoming a quick attention-grabber. You stared at his T-scars, the 666 on his breast, the hair that trailed down to his untouched yet sopping cunt, everything. He groans, stripping himself of his jeans and boxers as he kneeled between your legs again.

“Tesoro, can I ask a favor of you?”

He tilts his head, running his hands up your hips.

“Yeah, whatever you want.”

He smiles, before undoing the restraints holding your hands from touching him.

“Can you return the favor, Caro Mio?”

You wasted no time, pushing his thighs apart and leaning your head down to taste his excitement for you.

You dive down between his thighs, sucking at his clit like a starving man. He grabs at your hair, forcing your tongue in his dripping wet cunt. “Yes Tesoro, oh fuck-”

You drill two fingers inside him, frantically pumping in and out of him. You run furious circles around his dick with your tongue, pulling more obscene noises from your beloved boyfriend.

“Good fucking boy, Baby. Taking my fingers so well.” You groan, his hips rolling to meet your face. He whines, his hips stuttering a moment. You land a harsh slap to his thigh, looking at the marks he put on you earlier and the ones you put on him. “Fuck, I’m gonna- I need to cum.” He crys out, and you feel a sudden tightness around your fingers. You get amusement out of this, as you grip his hips and lick against his dick. You get an idea, running slick circles into his slit as you look up at him. “If I let you cum now, you’re going to cum for me one more time after.”

He seems to take the offer, crying out as he’s yanked over the edge. You help him ride out that orgasm, before shoving your fingers down his throat so he could taste his own bittersweetness. “Fucking like that, whore? I’ll give you more, don’t worry.” You reach in the bedside drawer, pulling out two items. A purple vibrator, and a small towel. You place a light kiss against his earlobe, before whispering: “I’m going to make you cum so hard your wetness runs down your thighs.” He moans at that, before shoving his hands in your hair. You click on the purple toy, it vibrates in your hand. You look down at him, a slickness already covering his cunt. “So wet for me already, huh? I’m surprised you didn’t cum just from the sight of it.” You shove the toy into him, angling it to hit his sensitive areas over and over. He whimpers loudly, biting his lip. You land your mouth back on his overly sensitive dick, swirling around it with your tongue before giving it a nice suck. He moans, screaming your name loudly. “Shit- Shit..” You smile up at him, moving your hand a bit faster. “So fucking desperate, absolutley filthy.”

He groans, his hips stuttering. You remove your mouth from his clit, before going to bite along his jaw. You tease at his cunt with both the toy and your fingers, biting deeper onto his neck.

“You wanna finish so bad, don’t you? If you cum, I want to hear you loud and clear, got it?” He nods, panting and whimpering. You shove the toy against his deepest sensitive spot, before landing a harsh two-fingered slap to his dick, causing his orgasm to peak higher and ride out a bit longer. You watch his facial expressions closely, all while rubbing his thighs with your free hand. He lands his hands on his face, watching as he regains his mind.

“I can’t believe I let you do that.” He chuckles, covering his pink-painted face. He attempts to pull you down before you collapse to his side. You pull him close, petting his hair while you cuddle him. He sighs contently, before he loses consciousness in your arms.

"I Love you, Mio Cuore."

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!

MY NECK jUST CRACKED SO LOUD IN A SILENT CLASS.

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Call me Copia the way my bones be cracking Jesus Christ

I love boycunt but I love it more with Copia

Also girldick with Terzo I don’t make the rules

Trans Copia, but he has a daughter and a son who’s questioning his life choices. Just this little Copia look-alike who’s questioning his gender.

And then there’s the daughter, the little girl (she’s 12) who is the scary dog of the family.

And Copia loves them both so much and would probably sell his right lung for them.

Copia going to a volleyball game for his son and being the loudest voice there. Do I HC that it’s in America? For my sake yes.

—Ozzy

Dad Copia, who recently found out his son wasn’t his daughter anymore:

@skywarpie @marriedonacross

YESYEDYESYESYES I KNEW IT

Some dad copia thoughts/hcs below the cut

He'd always wanted to have kids but was worried that he wouldn't be a good parent bc he didn't exactly have any role models on the subject

( also considered himself unattractive so chances of having a partner were less than likely in his opinion. )

He'd never really given any thought to the idea of the kids being biologically his or not; happy with the idea of just having one

Is still in his cardinal era when he finds out about expecting the first baby. And spends at least a week wrestling with himself if he wants to keep it or not bc he'd never considered being the one to carry it.

After doing research and accepting that he really does want the baby, he stops taking his t-shot since there's risks to the baby if he continued while carrying

Decides to play it off like nothing is happening since he doesn't tell anyone

The ghouls can immediately smell smth different about him but can't pinpoint it

Plays off morning sickness as food poisoning (until he cant)

REFUSES to tell Imperator most of all

If she found out, copia can only imagine what she'd do. Instead suffers through his growing workload in miserable silence

Eventually he can't hide it anymore and the ghoulettes are the first to pick up on it.

They immediately begin pestering him. Making sure he's eating all the right things (even if it is halfway through the pregnancy)

Despite his best efforts to hide it, Imperator picked up on the issue a long time ago. Deciding that as long as he keeps working then it isn't an issue

He's been terrified of hospitals since he can remember (it made having top surgery extremely difficult) and decides to have the baby at the ministry but there's complications and what medical personnel they do have on the grounds end up doing a hack-job of a c-section (@southernshrimpghoul I'm stealing your idea)

But is overall happy that his daughter is a healthy baby

It takes an abnormally long time for him to heal which then DOES become an issue to Imperator and she makes sure copia knows it

Ends up forcing himself to do work while caring for the baby while also trying to heal from a botched surgery (which he thinks is how c-sections are supposed to be)

Ends up getting sick from not caring for himself

The incision does heal after a few months but it's still iffy

Eventually is able to resume his hrt shots

the incision still causes him pain from time to time

Almost 2-3 pass before he has his second daughter and once again the c-section is botched

Only this time it's a lot worse and he loses too much blood bc the "doctor" knicked a vessel or smth

The scar heals even worse and it isn't until a partner points it out years later and he immediately realizes that it was done wrong

Will eventually add more to these as I think of them. Also if it's the half ghoul girls, basically the pack figures it out immediately (more than likely because it's one of theirs.)

Hi, I have a huge hyperfixation on good omens. I made a ghost au.

Cardinal Copia is the lost Horseman, Pestilence.

The twin brother of Pollution.

He used to have white hair and both eyes were white, but now he wears a single hazel contact.

He dyed his hair to seem more human when he joined the ghost project.

Crowley hated his guts. So did Aziraphale. However, he reunited with the two very later in the story. When he presented human as the lead singer of Ghost.

He wrote *Life Eternal* after he put the pieces together that the ineffable husbands were pining.

Pushing my good omens x ghost agenda

Bonus, I am a heavy believer that Azi is trans. That there is a trans man.

i just know copia drew this himself like "ah yes. my abs. the abs I totally have. my ABS."