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So ig ya’ll liked it? Who knows, but I wanna write so here ya go.

PAPAIV x DOMFEM!READER

Warnings: Smut.

You now had Copia pushed up against his wall with your hand down his pants. 

“Oh mio dio, tesoro.” Copia muttered, his head leaned back in ecstasy. His hands were perched right above your ass, digging his fingers into your flesh. You worked your hand up and down his shaft, running your thumb along his slit eliciting a shiver from his body. “I’m going to cum if you don’t slow down, Y/N.” He panted.

“You don’t cum till I tell you. Got it?” He nodded in agreement his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Hey!” Your grip tightened on his cock. His eyes shot open to look at you. “Use your words.”

“Yes. Yes Sister. Not until you say.” He choked out, thrusting up into your hand to make you move it again. 

“Good, Copia. Now get on the bed.” You extracted your hand from his pajama bottoms to point at the bed. With no hesitation he positioned himself on the bed. You removed your habit and veil and climbed on top of him. 

“Santa merda, Sister Emeritus. You're beautiful.” He gawked at your figure.

“I know darling. Now, since this is our first time together I’ll let you choose. How do you want to cum?” You said quietly, leaning down so close your breathes mixed. He looked surprised at your question, but you stayed still awaiting his answer. 

“Ehm, can I- May I- Er- finish in your mouth.” He spoke in a mousy voice. “Ma’am.” You felt arousal pool in your underwear with the way he finished his sentence. He must’ve been able to tell you liked that because you saw the confidence return to his features. 

“As you wish.” You smiled, slowly backing up till your face was level with his crotch. You quickly pulled down his pants and let his cock spring free. He looked down at you with his beautiful eyes. You slowly took him into your mouth as far as you could without gagging. He threw his head back relishing in the new feeling. 

“Cazzo, you feel so good.” His sentence came in a groan. Eventually, you began to bob your head and hollow your cheeks. It wasn’t long before Copia was a whining, shaking mess, seeing that he was already on edge earlier. “Ay! Cara mia, Can I come? P-please!” Copia begged. You were impressed with how obedient he was. 

“Sí. Cum for me Copia.” You spoke before wrapping your glossy lips back around him. Copia came with a cry as his legs trembled. You swallowed his release before standing to meet his eyes once more. 

“Satana, Sister.” Copia was out of breath before he pulled you into a hungry kiss. You pulled away just for a moment.

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Unfortunately I can only write for afab or gn reader! Spicy, angst or fluff reqs are fine idrc >:)

I won't do shit or piss kinks though, that's nasty. Also (assuming there'll be a lot of comments haha) I'll try to get to all of them :))

Bit Delayed but here you go.

I’ve been thinking too. I should call this Hollow Knight RPG. Cuz it’s all pixely and stuff.

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I CANT HELP BUT FEEL THE URGE TO WRITE FOR THE ENTIRETY OF HQ WITH THEIR CHILDREN PLEASE—

“What to do, what to do?” Emilia asked herself as she slowly paced around her apartment. The sound of rain strongly hammering down against the complex, was enough to get her up and running in the early morning. It was her day off and she decided it was best to take her time and relax from her stressful job. The smell of freshly made coffee, lingered throughout the room, it was comforting in a sense. It was a nice day; anti-stressful one could say. A day where naps could occur, and work was no longer a worry. The perfect definition of ‘Pure Bliss.’

 “Nothing.” She lazily sat on her couch exhaling tiredly, her brain unable to rack up any suitable activities for her to do. It was at least eight-thirty in the morning, and the sun refused to shine due to the storm clouds. Nope, just the pitter pattering of rain thundering throughout the city.

 Emilia continued to doze off, unsure of what she could do to entertain herself. Perhaps she could do some work ahead of time, maybe then an idea could pop into her head and she wouldn’t have to think so hard anymore. But she decided against it. She always did work ahead of time, but no matter how much she got done, the load never refused to end. Which is why this time she’ll force herself to do something she desired today, although, the problem was what?

 Before doing anything, she got up and poured herself a nice cup of coffee to drink. It was a nice taste, certainly divine to the senses, yet nothing different from what she had before. It was just plain and black. As she took a few sips of the hot brew, she eventually decided the best thing for now was to get dressed. With the way she looked, she was sure many would jump in fright. Her disheveled hair all over the place, her wrinkled night clothing that looked very big on her, and her face that just screamed fatigued. If anyone were to see her like this they would think she’s partially dead.

 It didn’t take long for her get ready. Certainly, it took a few minutes or so till she came looking out fresh and new. “That’s better.” Now that she had her coffee and looked as tasty as a peach, she could finally do something that is somewhat mildly productive.

 Maybe, she could watch some tv, and bundle up into her favorite blanket?

 She could try and do some baking! she’s never done it before, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

Or she could do some work today, that sounded something that wa-

 She shook her head profusely at the idea of spending time working in all day. Sure, she could profit from it, but she’d end up just overworking herself again. If that were that case, which it is, then what was there that she could possibly do to pass the time?

 *Ring, Ring*

 “Who could be at the door, this early?” She mumbled to herself as she walked towards the sound, peering through the keyhole in the process. From what she could make out, it looked like a mail man carrying a box with holes outside it. Holes? Why would the box contain holes? 

But the box wasn’t her main concern here.

 She was absolutely positive that she didn’t order anything in the past few weeks. She already did so beforehand. But if that were the case, then how come this unknown individual was standing outside her apartment?

 *Ring, Ring*

 The button was pushed once more, probably to double check if anyone was at home. Emilia’s curiosity getting the better of her, decided to open the door for this fellow. She was soon met with a tall, but skinny man. To her, he looked like he was in college, possibly working this job to pay for his expenses. Man college, those horrible years.

 “E-excuse me Mam, this package was supposed to be delivered to a person named Emilia. Are you perhaps her?” The boy spoke a little hesitantly as he read the name off the clipboard. She could see him trying his hardest not to crack his voice.

 “Ahh yes, that is me.” She responded.

 “Perfect, I’m going to need you to sign this for me please.” The boy handed her the box quickly. She almost dropped it due to how the boy clumsily handed it so her. As the boy proceeded to get out his clipboard and pen, the box that Emilia her arms shook with a tiny force. The box would’ve plunged to the ground if it were not for her holding it tightly against her, as spooked as she was.

 “If you could sign here and here and there.” The mailman pointed at the locations where she needed to sign. She did this action briskly, so that she may gaze inside the box. As she finished scribbling out her signatures the boy spoke a quick ‘thank you’ and left hastily.

 “How strange.”

 Closing the door, she began walking to the center in her dainty living room, placing the box down on top of the carpet. Her fingers went to open the handle of the box, though retracted it with a hurry as it shook furiously again. “Come one Emilia, don’t such a wuss.” With a flick of the wrist she opened the box with a newfound courage.

 In an instant, her eyes were met with a tiny kitten who was placed inside. It’s fur was a beautiful snow white, and its eyes were colored as polished silver. It mewed cutely at her, and hopped out the box elegantly. “What in the world?” Confused, she looked at it strangely. The kitten began to rub up against her leg, purring as it did so. She didn’t order a kitten, or a pet for that matter. She then shook the box to see if anything else was evident in it.

 A note folded in half fell to the ground in front of her. ‘Just a note? How peculiar,’ she thought. Deciding to read it she picked it up and began out loud.

 Dear Emilia, This is grandma writing,

As you know I am getting rather old, and my time here is very limited. I have enjoyed my life here on this planet, as sucky as it may be, it brought me a lot of good memories.

Your mother has told me that you are always busy. She says you are so caught up in your work  that you barely know how to have any fun.

I tell you, back in my day when I was younger, I was the little deviant. I would cause trouble for everybody, and though I might get in trouble, I never stopped. And I never will so long as I die. So as a person getting older by the second I just wanted to say, you are one of my most boring grandchildren I have ever had.

I still love you very much my darling, to me you and your siblings are the most precious things in my world.

That being said, I have decided to give you a little gift in hopes that you could someday be as cool as your grandma here. Perhaps this gift can focus you on other things rather than work.

  I hope you enjoy.

 Love,

Grandma

 Oh and by the way, her name is Crystal. She is a very special cat from what I heard. Do please take care of her.

 Emilia chuckled as she read the note given to her. It was true that she was not very exciting, which was why not many wanted to hang out with her. She glanced over at the kitten who was now asleep beside her. She would have to get a all the necessities no doubt, and a nametag to show that she is already owned.  

“I guess I do have something to do today after all.” She commented softly as she petted the kitten’s white fur.

I Don’t Want To Lose You||Jamestown Story

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