#ghestie writes

[definitely-nothaunted]

Cirrus and Cumulus cuddling with you during your period - your cheek pressed against Cumulus’ chest, her heart thudding softly in your ear as she plays with your hair. Cirrus is lying behind you, gently holding a heating pad against your lower abdomen. She presses sweet kisses against your jaw and neck as you wait for your pain meds to kick in. They stay with you even after you fall asleep, admiring the way the light of the tv dances across your peaceful features.

[kyraisdead]

Drunken Tears - Copia X Reader

“You’re fine,” Copia muttered, carefully trying to lead you back to your bedroom. His voice was soft; softer than you’d ever heard that high pitch.

It was one of the things they’d admired about you; usually, you were much quicker, both mentally and physically, than Copia could ever hope to be.That was, until the liquor had gotten switched with the wine at the post-ritual meal. You’d had… how many glasses now? He’d guess at least four, judging by the way you swayed as you walked.”Shh. No, just follow me.” You had your hand against your face, a migraine undoubtedly coming after you, only getting worse as you stumbled and hiccupped. He wasn’t a fan of dealing with drunks, but there was something undeniably charming about the way you giggled as the wave of pain ended, as you mumbled his name and tried to grab onto his hand, which he quickly snatched away. Not his to hold, he told himself.

You weren’t just not his partner. You were Secondo’s; quick, sweet, uncomfortably young compared to the man who was bordering sixty. It was no secret you were unhappy sitting by his older brother, holding onto his arm, silently begging for his attention while he looked at some other Sibling. He wished that he was more confident; more willing to whisk you away and show you how much love you truly deserved, but what could he do?

He winced as you gagged again, leaning over a trash bin and coughing up the pitifully small amount you had left in your stomach. He placed his hand on your back, gently rubbing it in hopes to soothe you as you cried out from the pain. Where was Secondo, anyway? Probably splayed out in his bed, with or without some new, unsuspecting Sister.

“Oh, cara mia,” he murmured as you stood shakily, leaning against him, your legs too weak to carry yourself anymore. “Where do we go now?” he sighed, wiping the drying saliva from the corner of your mouth. Even when intoxicated and ill, you were more beautiful than anything his mind could ever hope to imagine. How his heart ached for you.

You sniffed, unconsciously grabbing onto the edge of his coat, shoving your head against his chest as you choked out a sob. You’d been drinking more often lately, having never used to drink. It made it all the more concerning for him. Copia let out a shuddering sigh, biting back another pang of envy as he felt your desperate hold on his body. He knew he should’ve said something; stopped you before you had so much that you went from giggly and clingy to puking your guts out, a shadow of the person he knew you to be. “I know,” he mumbled weakly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the bed as he slowly entered your bedchamber. This was not what you needed; drinking yourself into a frenzy until your stomach could no longer hold it in. This wasn’t you.

You glanced around the room; your old bedroom, the one you’d slept in before getting involved with Secondo. You sat down carefully, gripping the covers as you did so.  The room was warm but near-barren, most of your possessions now scattered about his brother’s room. Some items remained, of course; old clothing you kept as a just-in-case, the cheap Ministry-issued sheets and pillows. Enough to sleep somewhat comfortably, or just pass out. "No..." you murmured. "Where's Secondo?"

Copia’s grip on your arm tightened, and he averted his eyes. So he was right, then; either asleep, or off with some other Sibling of Sin he’d gotten drunk and used. “He’s busy,” he replied slowly, sitting down next to you. He didn’t want to say the words out loud; it was hard enough hearing them in his mind, over and over. “You’re stuck with me for tonight, cara,” he added with a sigh.

The room was silent for a moment as you considered. "I... okay," you muttered shakily. He knew you loved him. Secondo had done a wonderful job at making you think he loved you, too, only to steal away all of his affection when you’d already become attached. "I wish he wouldn't," hic, "work so late."

How blind Secondo was. A beautiful, smart, and good Sibling of Sin like you, begging for his attention, and he didn’t even bother to glance in your direction half the time. He didn’t deserve you. Anyone could see that. He didn’t deserve your love, your affection, your everything. You were too good for him; too kind, too caring. Secondo didn’t even think about you; only himself. “He’s… preoccupied,” he sighed, trying to find a word that wouldn’t make you cry again.

You let my head loll to the side, resting on his shoulder. "Mm. I wish he was not busy more," you told him shakily. "I-I know he works hard... but he used to be free more often."

Copia bit back the bitterness in his throat, forcing himself to focus on the drunken, clingy mess that was you. You weren’t his, no matter how much he wished you were. “I know,” he mumbled, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, keeping you close. He kept quiet, knowing the doubt would be clear in his words if he chose to speak them. 

"He loves me!" you tell him. "I know he does. He told me so. I hate when everyone looks at me like he doesn't; you just don't know him," you sniffed, voice shaky, as if you were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him.

Copia’s stomach twisted. No, he doesn’t, he wanted to say, but you believed that Second loved you, and he wasn’t strong enough to tell you the truth. So instead, he just let out a quiet sigh, rubbing your shoulders gently. “I know, bella,” he said quietly. “I know he does.” He didn’t, but to tell you that would break your fragile heart into even smaller pieces than Secondo already had. Swallowing thickly, he gently pushed you down onto the bed, caressing your cheek as he pulled the blanket over you. “Just rest.”

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Master List for all my Fics!

So I accidentally deleted my old master list many months ago, and haven't had the time to make a new one. I am sorry about that! Hopefully this new one suffices 🥰 let me know if there's anything I can fix!

I can't really adhere to taking requests, but I promise I'm friendly; hit up my DMs and tell me all your wild headcanons 😈

Color key: Fluff, Smut, Implied Smut, Angst

Updated: August 5th, 2024

Terzo (Papa Emeritus III)

Dream Come True (Implied Smut but it's pretty obscene) Ao3 (I am actively writing the follow up for this, I promise <3)

Morning Friction (Smut) Ao3

Trying To Resist (Lot of Fluff/Implied Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/ Implied Smut) Ao3

Let's Get These Heels Off... (SMUT) Ao3

The Papa You Belong To (Implied Smut) Ao3

Songbird (SMUT) Ao3

Premier Amour (Medieval Knight Terzo) (Smut/a lil Angst) Ao3

Stupid Love (Cardinal Terzo) (Fluff/Smut/

Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Get on Your Hands and Knees Right Now (Catboy Terzo) (Smut) Ao3

Cast Out (Fallen Angel! Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Looking for your Cardinal? (Mentions of Cardinal Copia x Reader) (SMUT) Ao3

My Dirty Little Secret (SMUT) Ao3

My Only Ghost Fanart

Copia (Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV)

Call Me Little Sunshine (Could be read as any Papa, but I kinda had Copia in mind) (Dark Themes, Horror, Abusive Relationship/Implied Smut) Ao3

My Muse (Cardinal Copia) (Smut) Ao3

Taking Care (Papa Emeritus IV) (Angst/Fluff/ Smut) Ao3

This is a One Time Thing (Implied Smut) Ao3

Bundle of Joy (Pure Fluff) AoЗ

Now Paint a Pair of Eyes (Papa Emeritus IV) (Fluff/implied Smut at the end) Ao3

If you had Life Eternal (Cardinal Copia) (Fluff/ Touch of Angst) Ao3

HCs about Copia with an Antichrist Lover (Fluff/implied Smut)

Terzo AND Copia

When a Paradise is Lost (Angst/ Fluff/Smut/Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Paradise Found (sequel to above fic) (Angst/Fluff/Smut/Pregnancy) Ao3

[copiousloverofcopia]

imagine copia about to become papa iv and his prime mover saying something like "you're going to be papa" and he's like duh, not getting it at all, and she literally has to go "no, you're going to be *papa*" and that's how she breaks the news to him

It's a shame how long it's been since I got this...like a year. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Hopefully this little sumthin sumthin will be worth it.

And Then It Hit Him

You have news for your husband, Cardinal Copia on the brink of his ascension to the Papacy, but will he stop long enough to listen?

Also available on AO3 HERE!

You were doing your best to remain patient, though the news was burning from inside you. Wringing the fabric of your habit in your fingers as you waited for the perfect moment to interrupt him. Your husband had barely looked up from his parchments since you entered. A comfortable silence between you as you noted his hands were once again covered in ink. 

You were instantly transported back to when your dear sweet Cardinal was only the Ministry treasurer, and you still a naive novitiate. A time when you fell hard and fast in love with eachother. Watching with joy as he ascended the ranks of the Ministry. Proving himself worthy of his station at each and every turn. 

Now he was only weeks away from the announcement that he would receive the miter. The highest honor that only the select few could ever hope to achieve within the church. Truth be told you had wondered if your news would pale in comparison, but knowing Copia as you did, there was no way it would.

"Cope..." You nudge, hoping to finally garner his attention. Copia stopped, pulling his glasses off from where they hung on the bridge of his nose and began rubbing his eyes. Clearly he hadn't moved them from his work for more than a few second at a time.

"I'm so sorry cara, I just have so much work that needs to be done before I head back out on tour. If I leave anything unfinished Sister will have my head for it." He responded, taking your hand in his. His eyes, returning to his desk. You could tell he was worn down by it. The endless bureaucracy of the Ministry trampling over him in the guise of all this paper and ink.

"Copia, my love...I know you have a lot on your plate, but I—I just have something I wanted to tell you." 

"Of course, what is it?" He asked you, a sweet smile sent your way.

"Well.." You began, rounding his desk and placing your head on his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. Like old books and patchouli, a scent that had intoxicated you night after night for so long now. It hardly seemed fair just how much it had affected you. Like a spell cast on your senses. Clearly it was one of the many reasons, like his undeniable charm, that led to you being in this position. "Soon my love…you are going to be a Papa.”

You were surprised when Copia's reaction was lacking. Letting out a sigh as he finished up the sentence he had been writing. "I know, I know. That's why I have to get this done." He explained, clear now that he had completely missed what you were trying to tell him. You thought for a moment, trying to decide if you could stand one more minute of knowing it all on your own, before finally you let out a groan.

It stopped him, Copia catching on that you needed him. Letting the pen drop to the desk as he pulled his attention away from the plethora of papers decorating it to face you. Heeding you as you gently brought his jaw up to help face you. Your eyes locked with his when he gently kissed your hand. The hair of his sideburns, tickling your palm as you spoke.

"No…Copia.” You began, a note of both amusement and disbelief in your voice, “...that's not what I was trying to say.” 

“I'm sorry amore… you should have had my full attention. Please…what is it you wanted to tell me?”

“I'm trying to tell you, you silly man, that you are going to be A PAPA.” You emphasized by taking his hand and placing it on the small of your belly. Suddenly it was clear to him. Hitting him all at once as his eyes began stinging with tears. He stared at your still inconspicuous belly. Both mystified and deliriously happy before looking up at you.

“Amore, are you sure?” he asked you. His voice quivering—a mess of emotions. You could feel Copia's hand trembling as his thumb gently glided over your stomach. Already so gentle and tender with a child he had only just discovered existed.

“I'm very sure Cope…we’re going to have a baby.” You smiled. 

“Sweet Satanas, I'm going to be a Papa!” Copia yelped, casting himself up from the chair and pulling you tightly into his arms. Blissfully crying and whispered praises in Italian, his hand never leaving your belly. You began to laugh. Copia looking up at you once again just as your own tears began streaming down your face.

“A papa and Papa.” 

Notes:

novitiate- nun or sister in training 

[anamelessfool]

When I send you a DM with a link to one of my new fics or art this is actually what is happening

It's not me being pushy it is me showing you my Thing

I'm proud of my New Thing

I thought of you when I made this Thing

So here it is

My Thing

[copias-girl]

hi!! i just had to share this … religious sign i found at the thrift store earlier today. it made me think of your version of copia right away - i feel like he would totally show it to reader and be like, “sorella, look!” and kinda chuckle about it but then she would get him all flustered :) + bonus points for the religious sacrilege of it all!!

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“Sorella, look!” Copia shyly chuckled, daring to point out the sign on the shelf. He felt at ease with you, wanting to make a funny little joke.

Your gaze followed the direction in which his gloved hand was pointing, eyes widened when you read the inspirational sign.

When life gets too hard to stand.. kneel

A sly little smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. Did Copia just make a dirty joke? Was your sweet, shy, timid, stuttering little Cardinal being naughty?

Your hands danced along his shoulders briefly before your fingertips trailed lower lower lower, down his chest and stomach and finally resting on his upper thighs as you slowly sank to your knees.

“Like this, Cardinal?” You asked coyly, your big doe eyes staring up at the man coquettishly. Check mate.

Copia’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a furious shade of crimson, feeling light-headed and weak in the knees at the sight of you on your knees before him.

“Am I kneeling properly, Your Eminence? Shall I pray? Beg for forgiveness?” You continued, gazing up at him through your lashes as you nuzzled your cheek against the front of his cassock, satisfied when you felt his long, stiff cock twitch against your face.

“S-S-Sorella! I-I-” Copia stammered, stealing a panicked glance around as he suddenly remembered that the two of you were in the middle of a damn department store.

“Bless me, Cardinal, for I am… currently sinning.” You bit your lip, snaking your hands under his cassock to squeeze at his thighs. “But I think you are too, you little pervert.”

“P-please, Sorella, I-I-I’m s-sorry-!” Copia begged quietly, internally battling with his body’s urge to thrust against your face.

“Do you often think of me on my knees, you dirty old man?” You chastised him with a kittenish smirk. “Shame on you. A man of your age, of your status, wanting to take advantage of a sweet young thing like me.”

“I-I c-can’t help it, S-Sorella please, ehm, I- w-well, t-t-tu sei c-c-così bella, and- eh, w-well-” Copia stuttered, his kissable lips flushed red.

“Perhaps it’s you who should kneel and ask for forgiveness, Rat.” You hummed thoughtfully, your fingers trailing higher, higher, ghosting against the large bulge in his pants while you continued to accidentally-on-purpose rub your face against it. You relished in the feeling of the heat emanating from his heavy cock, and you just knew the pathetic man was leaking precum like a faucet.

The Cardinal gasped, his hands instinctively flying up to tangle his gloved fingers in your hair, stroking your cheek. “Sorella, per piacere..! I-I can’t.. If y-you keep- I’m going to-”

And just like that, you stood, withdrawing from all physical contact. Copia let out a shaky exhale, dizzily leaning back against one of the shelves as his head spun. It felt as though all the blood in his head had rushed to his cock, leaving him off-balance and seeing stars.

The poor little mouse flinched as you closed the gap between you once more, pinning him up against the shelf, crowding him so closely that the tips of your noses were brushing together.

“You’re going to what? Cum in the middle of a store?” You scoffed, your lips ghosting over his. “How obscene, Cardinal.” You couldn’t help but nip at his plump lower lip, smirking at the way his lips immediately parted, silently begging for you to kiss him but too terribly shy to do it himself.

You humoured the poor man for a moment, licking into his mouth while he panted out pitiful little moans, his thin moustache tickling your face.

Suddenly, you pulled away, spinning around like nothing had happened, leaving Copia desperate for more. When he had partially regained some of his senses, his mismatched eyes widened at the sight of you putting that sign into the shopping cart.

“S-Sorella, w-w-what- what are you-” The Cardinal nervously stammered, wringing his hands.

“I think this will make a lovely addition to the abbey. It’ll serve to remind us of some of our… key values.” You stated simply. “Thank you for pointing it out, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly, offering your hand to him as the both of you made your way to the register.

Copia sighed, all worked up and on edge once again. He couldn’t wait to get back to the ministry. Maybe then you’d… Perhaps you’d finally…

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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

[captaingrebelguf]

Happiest of Birthdays to the Queen of all Prime Mover content: @copiousloverofcopia . We all love you so much and appreciate all the delightful content you bring to the Ghost Community. Hope Bone Daddy treats you right today. 😘

Happy birdday, ghestie. Lub ewe! 😘

[callmelittlesanshine]

Hi, sorry for not posting much my phone is kind of broken/ keeps overheating and crashing so I can’t do much with it atm

Maybe I can post some of my old drafts idk

I tried to do some cosplay the other day for the EP release and the tour starting, but I can barely access any of my pictures rn 😭😭😭😭😭

[driftwoodskeleton]

Ritual (1549 words) by SomethingClich8

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Cardinal Copia & Reader

Characters: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus I, Papa Emeritus Zero | Papa Emeritus Nihil, Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus III, Sister Imperator, Sister(s) of Sin, Era IV Ghouls (Ghost), Era III Ghouls (Ghost), Era I Ghouls (Ghost), Lucifer

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, ghost - Freeform, Pseudo-horror, Involuntary Commitment

hey look, i wrote something! ongoing, hopefully updated soon. never written for Ghost before (gotta start somewhere lol)

i have 3 different things on the go atm, but this one should be the quickest to finish so its getting posted first

hope people like it:')

[dearlymrme]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you so much @nocterish for the tag. It makes me so happy that people are tagging me wanting to know more about what I'm doing.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

You wanna know what I'm working on. Welll let me just open my file cabinet and…

Primo

Potion #9.

You're Primo's witch apprentice, and try to make something for your allergies. The potion has some rather…interesting effects. Two part Shot.

Touchy Feely.

Primo blindfolds you and teases you until you snap. Snippet.

Secondo

Alpha VS Omega.

Secondo is a very rough lover, and you give as good as you get. A physically violent fuck for dominance than neither of you back down from. Who will be the winner? One part Fic.

Lean Into It

You pop Secondo's back for him. He pops a boner by how easily you lift him. Snippet.

Terzo

Door #3

It's an actual story instead of just smut snippets. You meet a handsome man at an art gallery, little did you know you would slowly fall in love with the satanic pope. An extreme slice of life and slow burn. You're friends before your lovers. Multi Chapter fic

The Strong Woman

You fireman carry Terzo to his room after a heavy night of drinking, and the man immediately decides that you and your goliath strength make you the perfect choice for Prime Mover.

You Wanna Bet?

Terzo has quite the collection, and for first-timers, he's more than happy to give recommendations. He bets that he can match you with the perfect toy. This is going to be a very smutty Multi Chapter fic of exploring kinks with a very slutty Terzo.

Copia

High Difficulty Setting

You have your own controller and your own game to play with Copia.

Crepuscular Rays

It's an actual story instead of a smut snippet. The technical term for a sunbeam and how you're determined to act as a shining light to break through his dark and depressed clouds. Copia loses the Grammys and falls into depression. Multi Chapter Fic.

Oh Oedipus, We're In It Now

Your fling with the touch starved and desperate Cardinal is getting serious. Even more so when he accidentally calls you 'Mommy'. You are surprisingly into it. This is still up in the air whether or not to be a Multi Chapter Fic.

On The Contrary Part 2

My darling and neglected child. I have just a little bit more I need to do before I reread it and realize I've repeated myself in five different places. ADHD brain at its best.

All Four One

The Little Ways

How each Papa shows you in very little but big ways that they love you.

Expensive Taste

Papa's lingerie preference and why they like it and how they like taking it off you.

Oh Stop You

How the Papa's flirt.

…

ART?

Tell

My computer is currently busted, but there is one thing I have a MIGHTY NEED to draw involving Terzo.

Yes, these all do have names. The name is like one of the first things I come up with and makes it so much easier to keep track of in the Docs.

You can blame @nocturnal-birb for so many of these ideas. I hope you can understand that I want to take these very slowly because as you can see, I have so much I wanna write. But I don't wanna burn out.

Much of my writing is going to be kept strictly to my two days off.

However, if there is stuff you wanna talk about, my inbox is open, and I promise, I am friendly. I am also in the habit of sharing bits and pieces of what I write to my mutuals. Along with ideas and just general shitghousting.

I tag @tasty-ribz and @ghestie-nun and @onedaughterofman

[cardinal-copia-popia]

For the ask👻📥🖋️🍰

Thanks, ghestie!

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

Hmm... well, I don't like to rule anything out, but there's a Special Ghoul fic and a Copia fic that I kinda doubt I'll ever get around to. I have them both outlined for the most part, but I just haven't ever felt super motivated to write them. I plan to finish everything I have published, though.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Probably What I Need to Believe. That was my first Ghost fic, and it holds a super special place in my heart. So, when I get comments on it, especially after all this time, it makes me very happy. I mean, ALL comments make me happy, lol, but knowing people are still enjoying that fic makes me feel good 😊

🖋️ Post a snippet from a current WIP.

(Note: This is from a totally unpublished fic. I'm going to continue working on it, but I'm still not sure when or if I'll be posting it)

Kate cried harder, thinking whoever had shot Jim would shoot her next. But as she looked up at the person now slowly walking into the room, the spurs around their booted feet jingling with each step, she realized that was not the case. It took her a moment to recognize who it was.

In the shadows under the brim of the black stetson shone a white eye, fixed on Jim, who was writhing on the floor in pain. Gunmetal glinted in the dim light of the room, and another gunshot tore through the air. Kate jumped again, covering her face with her hands, not wanting to see Jim's body go limp or see the dark shine of blood seeping out and into the floorboards.

The next thing she knew, smooth, leather-clad fingers wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her hands away from her face. Through her tears, she gazed up into the mismatched eyes of the man who had saved her from Jim during the fire.

"You are safe now, Signora," Copia said quietly.

Without a thought, Kate threw herself into Copia’s arms, sobbing in relief. Copia's hold on her was firm yet gentle, with one arm around her waist and his other hand cradling the back of her head.

“You will always be safe with me, tesoro. Always.”

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics?

So, I'm assuming this means someone else's fic that I go back and reread because I find comfort in them? I'll be honest, I don't go back and reread many fics. I don't reread many books either, so it's not because it's fanfic that I don't. There's a Ghost fic, however, that I read a while back, and I LOVED it, but I do not remember what it was called. It was a Terzo fic. I would 100% read that one again

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Btw ghesties, I turned on tips. Do not feel obligated, but if you do feel inclined I would of course greatly appreciate it. ❤️ I will probably include a reminder about this on my fics, let me know if that gets annoying though.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hey there ghesties!!!

Here is a new fic commission, for the awesome @dantesunbreaker featuing Copia and an AFAB Reader!

Thank you so much again ghestie for commissioning me! It was a pleasure to write for you again!!!

Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Unwind

Being a sibling of sin is hard...especially when dealing with the wrath of Sister Imperator. Copia helps you find a way to relax.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

“Oh Lucifer, she is the most miserable and contemptuous woman I have ever met” you hissed as you stormed down the hall. Your voice, thankfully, echoing just out of earshot from Sister Imperator’s office. You had had enough after spending two hours getting drilled, along with a few other siblings, and all over a little indiscretion involving some ghouls and sacramental wine. If it weren’t for the woman being Papa’s mother, and the matriarch of the Ministry, you would have given the old woman something to really rant about. 

Alas, she is a member of the high clergy, and you—only a mere sibling. Instead, you allowed your better sensibility to guide you. Deciding that a walk around out in the courtyard, allowing your boiling blood to come down to a simmer, was a much better choice. Though you wondered if the fresh air and the change of scenery would be enough to shrug off the stress of the day. Still you continued on, walking down the stairs and through the main hall until you reached the exit into the courtyard.

The minute you stepped outside you were met by the beauty of the day. A bright blue sky and the warmth of the late summer sun beating down on you. Any other time you would have thoroughly enjoyed it, but now all you felt was the tension. Upset that even the simple pleasures of a nice day had been ruined by Sister’s raving. 

You made your way around the path that lined the cloister, kicking around a few stones at your feet. Your eyes held down to the ground as you rubbed at the knots in your neck. Kinked up and pained by the heavy mental weight you’d been carrying. Committed to walk off your fury before returning to your duties within the Abbey.

On your third trip around the year you were hit suddenly by the light scent of cologne in the air. The bitter citrus notes, mingling with bergamot and rosemary, quickly followed by a pair of arms around your waist. Arms that were all too familiar and comforting. A smile pulled at the sides of your mouth as you put it all together.

“Amore?” Copia cooed into your ear. A gentle nudge of his head into yours as he hugged you. 

“Oh Papa.” you sighed, turning around to face him. Feeling a bit of relief from only having been pulled into his arms. Copia held you close for a moment, rubbing your back and allowing you to rest on him before he pulled you up to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern showing through his paints. Worry written in the lines of his face. You dreaded telling him, though you both shared everything together. Even when it may cause a disagreement, the truth was always spoken between you. One thing you both could always count on.

“It’s…It’s…” you stammered, trying to get out the complaint. Your resolve, dampened by the fact that she was his mother. You began chewing your lip, your eyes falling back to the ground and settling on the tops of Copia’s shoes.

“Amore—just tell me.” he begged you, his face stricken with a disheartened frown. His concern, growing with each second of silence that passed between you.

“It’s your mother!” you shouted, bringing your hand quickly to your mouth. Ashamed for having blurted it out like that at him. Copia smiled, looking around the courtyard to be sure it was just the two of you. 

“Tesoro, come with me.” Copia insisted as he practically dragged you off to the storage shield that rested near the far end of the yard. You were skeptical, it wasn’t like him to rush you off in such a way. Deep down you wondered if he was upset with you and wanted to address things in private. Finding the closest place of refuge to scold you.

When you stepped inside, you began to rub at your aching head. Your eyes, crawling over the old planks of wood, bags of mulch, and discarded garden tools that had managed to escape Primo’s attention. Now more worried that you had upset him, than anything else. 

“Papa I am sorry…I wasn’t trying to offend you or Sister…” You began.

“Agh.” Copia scoffed in disagreement.

“...it’s just she drives me crazy with her nitpicking and…” you continued, watching as Copia slowly closed the door up behind you. His eyes fixed on you as he allowed you to vent your pent-up frustration. Then without warning he grabbed you, his lips pressing tightly against yours. Silencing your anger with his affection. Your eyes, unable to help but close as you melted into him. Feeling the bitterness of the day begin to shed from your shoulders.

“You, mio dolce amante, need to relax.” Copia smiled, his lips still held against yours. Kissing you again with tenderness and love. You lost yourself in it, so much so that when he pulled away you became somewhat confused. “You know I’m right.”

“I—I know.” you agreed, leaning back against the old wood shelf near the back of the shed. Copia approached you, his fingers tracing up along the buttons on the front of your shirt. Undoing them one by one until it hung open. 

“She is quite the shrew I must admit.” Copia chuckled to himself, his eyes quickly filling with desire as he began to remove your belt from its loops. The zipper of your slacks, slowly pulled down before your pants fell to your ankles as your body began succumbing to his will. The heat felt as it swirled within your gut. The sense of need, traveling into your core and leaving you wet before you could exhale your next breath.

“Oh Copia.” you purred as he brought his fingers down beneath your underwear and effortlessly found your clit. 

“You see, I can’t help the fact that my mother is…well, how she is amore…but I can do this.” Copia grinned, delighted as you squirmed beneath his touch. Always knowing exactly how you liked to be touched and teased. 

“I was afraid you were mad.” you told him, your voice breathy and low. 

“Afraid?” he asked, baffled at the thought.

“That you’d be mad at me…for being angry with her. I just…just can’t ever seem to stay in her good graces. There is always something keeping me in her sights and not for anything good.” you explained. You made a sharp inhale as Copia dipped his fingers inside you, bringing his mouth to your neck. Nipping and sucking, leaving marks of ownership into your skin. 

“I could never be angry with you…especially not over her…” he promised you, working his fingers deeper and deeper until he reached the spot, he knew would send you on edge. Letting out a satisfied groan as you began to shake inside. “That’s right, cum for me…” 

“Mmm…” You moaned as he worked you. Your insides squeezing tightly against his fingers. Fluids flowing over with your need for him. Hoping that soon he would be inside you—filling you. Copia brought his other hand down between you. Unzipping his own pants and freeing his already leaking cock. 

It was oh so hard, and throbbing, as it bounded out from the confines of his pants. The thick vein that ran its length, pulsing as he stroked himself. The sight of it, only making you more aroused as you replaced his hand with your own. Copia couldn’t help moaning as you touched him.  

“Ah…mmm…” he purred with your touch. His hips, rutting him harder into your hand.

“Are you sure?” you hummed, as you glided over his shaft with ease. 

“Assolutamente, you needn’t pay any attention to her tesoro…you belong to me. She—and everything else are nothing but background noise.” he assured as he pulled you back into a kiss. Tongue conquering yours swiftly as he made you cum again over his hand.    

“Oh C!” you cried as he spun you around. Facing you away from him, your head falling back against his shoulder. You were already so much more relaxed than you’d felt all day. He kissed along your jaw, his hands traveling to the roundness of your ass. Copia, unsatisfied until he’d made you a boneless, limp, and fleshy puddle.

He bent you over the empty shelf. Taking a tight grip on your ass as he ran his cock through your messy folds. You could feel the heat of him against you. Your body, craving for more of him. Desperate for the friction between you and the way he felt inside. It wasn’t long before he indulged you—plunging himself into you. 

“Ah! Cazzo, you feel so good!” he growled as he bottomed out. All you could do was moan and whine. Unable to gather enough brain power to focus on anything other than how tightly he was filling your pussy. You body clinging on to him as he slowly thrusted through you. Tugging against your walls with each pump of his hips.

“Mmm…” you mewled as Copia brought his fingers to your lips. Tracing the line of your mouth until you opened it for him. Allowing his thumb inside and sucking gently on the tip as he has he fucked you from behind. 

“That’s mio topolino…you’re so good for me.” Copia groaned, excited more as you continued to suck and lick his thumb. When he was satisfied, he popped it from your mouth. Using his other hand to guide you further down against the shelf. Angling your body just how he wanted it.

The sounds he was making only served to excite you even more. Washed over in pleasure while he buried his cock over and over into your pussy. It was only moments later when you felt him tease at your ass. Rubbing his thumb against your hole. Allowing you to get used to the stimulation before inserting his thumb inside. 

“Ah!” you called out as he entered you, the fingers of his hand anchored onto your ass. Helping him to hold onto you, as he slipped around his thumb inside you.

“I want you so full of me.” he purred, making small circular motions with it in your ass. “Touch yourself tesoro.” 

“Yes Papa.” you replied, happy to relinquish the control to him, bringing your fingers to your clit as he fucked you. His cock pounding away in your pussy as his thumb worked the sensitive nerves of your ass. Before long, he had you ready to cum again. Your walls, squeezing and pulling, against the rhythm of his cock. 

“Cum for me.” Copia commanded, his voice shaky and breathless. 

“Ah!” you moaned, your fluids leaking out from all around him as you came, hard and fast. The insides of your legs—covered in your satisfaction. He removed himself from you. Still gloriously hard and needing more. 

“I still think you’re a bit tense…let me help fix that.” he told you as he used his cock to gather up some generous amount of juices from your folds. Sliding up through the crack of your ass and pressing the head of his cock, heavy against your hole. Allowing you to adjust before he pushed himself inside.   

"C! Fuck!" You mewled, reaching back to grab at his wrist. Copia, gripping hold to your hips and pounding into you with the full force of his thrust. Leaving well earned bruises on the meat of your ass. 

"Let go amore! Ah! You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight." Copia grunted as he continued. Cock, running through you as your fingers found their way back to your clit. The flesh of your backside gloriously spread out by his hands. Your lover memorized as he watched the space between you, disappearing over and over into your ass. 

The sweat began to pool in the small of your back. Your fingers gripped tight to the old wooden shelf as your lover took you. Copia too was dripping from his brow. Relishing each and every pump of his pelvis into you. 

"Yes! C! Please, I'm cumming!" You cried out as you felt his cock begin to swell. His rhythm, more erratic and desperate as he got close to his own release. 

"Ah! Lucifer tesoro…I'm going to cum for you!" Copia groaned just as he painted your insides in hot, sticky cum. Spilling every last drop from his sack deep in your ass. The force of his climax, and your own diligent rubbing, sending you over. Your fingers slick with cum just as he had just begun to slow his stride.  

"That was exactly what I needed." You exhaled, your body loose and completely free of tension. The stress of the day fading as you melted with your lover's touch. "You always know how to make me feel better and help me unwind." You laughed, as Copia slipped out. Lifting you up into his arms to hold you against him.

"Believe me amore…the pleasure was all mine." He grinned, his paints a bit rougher looking than before. The sweat, blurring the once crisp edges. Smearing the black into the white. 

Notes: 

mio dolce amante- my sweet lover

Assolutamente- absolutely 

Cazzo- fuck

mio topolino- my little mouse

[copias-girl]

this absolutely isn’t important, but one of the songs i’ve been listening to on repeat right now has the lyrics “my good looking boy” and i just cannot stop thinking about calling copia strings and strings of endless endearments and compliments and him just absolutely melting. reader carding her hands through his hair and whispering sweet praises into his ear and he just shoves his face further into her chest, tightens his hold on her waist, and breathes in shakily - completely absorbing all of that praise.

GOOD LOOKING BY SUKI WATERHOUSE???

If that’s the song you’re talking about, I’ve literally listened to that SO MUCH while writing tcac!! ♥︎

But omg that’s one of my top daydreams and there’s definitely gonna be a lot of that in tcac later on down the line!! <3

PRAISING COPIA UNDER THE CUT

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The poor man is OVERWHELMED. Tears are welling in those beautifully mismatched eyes, dripping down his hot flushed cheeks. He looks like a pathetic little rat, whimpering and moaning and whining because he’s never been told such nice things in his whole entire life. And he never thought he’d be told those things by you.

He trembles when you call him your good looking boy, he shakily exhales when you tell him how good he is for you, his eyes roll back when you call him perfect. He melts into your body, your praise washing over him like a soothing balm and causing his heart to flutter. It’s addictive, intoxicating him and making him feel so dizzy and love-drunk.

And suddenly you’re peeling yourself out of his tight grasp, moving to straddle him and telling him you’re going to kiss all the parts you love about him. His eyes flutter closed when you kiss each painted eyelid, then you kiss his cheeks, the cleft of his chin, his moustache, sideburns, ears. You lavish his pointy nose in so many kisses, running your fingers through his hair as you trail your lips over the lines on his forehead. You tease him by ghosting your lips over the corner of his mouth, and his breath hitches in his throat as you kitten-lick his lips. You then kiss him there countless times, nipping at his lower lip and making him whine, his arms snaking around your waist once more, holding you close. You kiss him ever so deeply, swallowing his moans as the poor old man falls apart for you.

“So good for me, Copia, so good.” You praise your little mouse, earning another pitiful moan while you kiss along his jaw, neck, and collarbone, nuzzling your face into the soft hair on his bare chest before peppering kisses there too. You were determined to kiss every precious freckle on his flesh.

“Mmm you’re so handsome, Copia.” You murmur against his skin. “You’re perfect for me. I’m so lucky to have you. Lucifer has blessed me with you.” You moan, kissing all over his soft tummy.

“N-no, no, I-I am blessed to have you..!” He protests, his cheeks flushed red red red as he tangles his fingers in your hair.

“Shhh.” You hush him, crawling up his body momentarily to give his face another round of kisses. “You’re my sweet, perfect little treasure.” You whisper against his lips, pulling away so you can see the way his eyes well with emotion. Your poor Copia wasn’t used to this sort of attention; all his life he had been insulted, laughed at, and made to feel worthless.

“You’re so pretty, Co-Co.” You kiss his cheekbone, and Copia’s heart skips a beat. “You make me feel so good. You make me cum so hard.” You tell him, causing the poor man to release a desperate moan. He could hardly believe his ears; this must be some sort of a dream.

You capture him in another French kiss, sucking on his sweet tongue for a moment before you continue your crusade down his body. You place hot, open mouthed kisses along his happy trail, noticing the way Copia involuntarily rolls his hips.

He watches with wide eyes as you look up at him through your thick lashes, waiting for your next move. And then he’s letting out a pathetically strangled whine as you place one single kiss on the head of his big throbbing cock; his precum shining on your lips before you lick it off. With a cute smirk on your face, you lay back down on the bed and pull Copia close so he can rest his head on your bare breasts once again, his arms snaking around your waist tightly while he ruts himself against your thigh and whispers “thank you” over and over again into your skin. You run your fingers through his hair, murmuring more hushed praises to your sweet man.

“I love you, pretty boy.” You tell him, causing Copia’s chest to swell as he pulls you in for a searingly, desperately, loving kiss, gasping out a thousand little ‘I love you’s against your lips.

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[skele-bunny]

IMPORTANT FOR MY FELLOW DISABLED GHOST FANS

So I have medical devices that link to my phone, and as we seen with the recent tour announcement there's that little small writing saying it will be a phone free show. PLEASE contact your arenas! They will need forms and documentation for medical exemptions, hope isn't lost!

And for those people, don't you fuck this up for us and lie just to ignore the rules. Disabled ghesties deserve to go without you bastards stumping our chances!

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

stay with me - swiss ghoul x reader

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Author’s note: Hey ghesties I was in the mood to write some heart-wrenching angst because I love it sm, also this is my first ghost fic I’ve ever written so yeah hope you like it and requests are always open :) also any ghouls I write for are to be read as the characters, not the people behind the masks. Enjoy!! 

Other things to note: reader’s gender is not mentioned, reader and swiss are in an established relationship, reader’s mental health is not the greatest, reader has a black cat named Jiji, reader is in the 3rd year of college.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, slightly suggestive towards the end, hurt/comfort, no pronouns used for reader (swiss calls reader 'baby')

Word count: 1569 words

You had secluded yourself in your room, fuming. You and Swiss had just had a massive argument, the whole time you just felt arguing with him was pointless; but he wouldn’t give up. This time he had really hurt you, saying that if you weren’t going to support him, maybe you two should break up. Jiji, your teeny ball of adorable darkness, trotted over to you and rubbed its head on your leg. You sighed and picked him up, holding him close to your chest. You gave him a few kisses and he mewed as you sat down on your bed. 

“..Jiji.. what am I gonna do.. he won’t listen to me..” You whispered softly as you pet him. He mewed again in response, softly purring on your arms. You chuckled lightly, then felt a few tears welling in your eyes. 

“This whole thing just feels like…” you trailed off, mostly talking to yourself. You sniffed as tears started to fall. “..Maybe he’s right.. y’know?.. Maybe I am destined to be alone forever…” You held Jiji a bit tighter, trying not to cry.

Suddenly, as if he had a sixth sense, Swiss barged into your room. “Baby.. baby, I’m so sorry.. please don’t cry.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it..” He said quickly, rushing over to hug you. Jiji leapt from your arms and laid on the bed, right on your pillow. 

You stood up as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. You sobbed into his chest, your hands holding onto his shirt tightly. 

“Shh.. I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to say what I said, I’m so sorry..” Swiss whispered, rubbing your back soothingly as you continued to cry. After a few minutes of crying, you had calmed down a bit and started to speak. “..S-Swiss, I-“ 

He cut you off by placing a soft kiss to your lips. You stood in shock for a few seconds, another tear falling down your cheek. You kissed him back gently. “Shh.. ‘m so sorry, baby.. I never meant to make you feel alone..” He apologized over and over as he pulled away briefly to look into your eyes. 

“…if I’m being honest.. maybe you’re right..” You started, looking down. “..you know I don’t have enough money to follow you everywhere for your tours.. and then there’s my schooling..” Your voice catches in your throat as it hurt to say those words aloud. 

“…Wait.. What? What- what are you saying, love?” Swiss stared at you in shock and confusion. He had never thought that you would’ve actually thought of ending your relationship with him. 

“…y’know.. maybe we should take a break.. you’re always gone and.. and I need someone to be here for me, physically, for when I need hugs.. you know what I mean..?” You whispered, still looking down. It broke your heart to say those words, but maybe it really was for the best. 

He froze, his heart shattering inside his chest. His eyes got wide as he just looked at you.

“A.. A break…?” He stuttered, as if not believing what you said. “What do you mean? You want to... You want to... Be... Be away from me.. When I’m here..?” He asked, his voice sounding scared and he felt his eyes welling up. 

It broke your heart to see how badly your words had hurt him. 

“Take a break…” he repeated to himself, as if the words had just registered into his brain.

“But that means... That means... No more... No more... Kisses? No more... hugs... No more... Cuddling...? No more Jiji..?” His voice cracks towards the end of the sentence, now starting to cry. “Why…?” He asked, trying to stop you.

“Please... Please don’t do this..“He looked at you as if he was begging and his eyes were filled with desperate tears... He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to let you go. 

You looked back up at him as you heard him start to cry. 

“..I- I’m sorry, Swiss… b-but if you think that might be best-“

“No! No, I don’t think that’s the best!” Swiss exclaimed immediately. “Look, I- I let my temper get to the best of me, okay? I’m sorry I said that.. I didn’t mean it. Please, baby, don’t go.. I need you..“  He pleaded desperately, now starting to sob as well. 

You just stared at him longingly, feeling very guilty as you watched him cry. You started to cry as well, bringing a hand to your moth to try and stifle your sobs. “Please... I'm sorry... I'll do... I'll do anything... Please…” He begged again, holding you tighter. You sniffed. “..’m sorry, Swiss.. I’m so sorry..” You pulled away, wiping your tears. He stared at you in shock, deeply hurt. “..W-What do you mean..? You’re not… you’re not breaking up with me.. are you..?” He whispered. 

“I…” You were at a loss for words. You couldn’t bring yourself to actually break up with him. He was too perfect. You felt so terrible for doing this. “..Please.. don’t look at me like that..” You silently begged. He smiled sadly, caressing your cheeks with both his hands. He looked at you for a moment, then he leaned closer and he started kissing you tenderly, his lips meeting yours passionately and softly. He wasn't trying to be too quick, he just wanted to feel your body against him. He wanted to feel safe and loved by you again. 

You let out a soft whimper as you felt him kiss you. You stepped back a bit, but kissed him back softly. You pulled away briefly. “…Swiss.. I…” 

He stayed quiet for a few moments, but he kept kissing you. He was slowly picking up the pace, feeling you against him as his lips went down to your neck. “You're so beautiful... I missed your skin... I missed everything about you…” He whispered. He put his arm around your waist and he smiled, his eyes closed. For a few moments he felt safe and he felt free, he felt like nothing bad could happen now that he was with you again.

“Mm… S-Swiss.. please..” You put your hand on top of one of his to pull his arm off your waist, but instead it lingers. He looked at you, not believing you were still trying to end it. He was hurt so much that he didn't know how to answer you for a moment, he stayed silent. He started to open his mouth to say something, but then he closed it. He couldn't say anything... He felt like his words were trapped inside his throat. 

“Why…?” He asked softly. “Why do you want to... Break... U-us…?” He paused and his voice started to break now. He was about to cry again.

“Please, baby... Please... I love... I love you, I…”

He choked on his words and he covered his face to muffle his cry. “I can't... I can't do this... I can’t… I need you, baby..”

In that moment you regretted everything. You hated hurting him, and it just broke your heart to pieces to see him like this. 

“I’m so sorry, Swiss.. I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to hurt you..” You said in a quiet voice, hugging him tightly as you sobbed. He was held you as tight as he could without hurting you, his voice sounding broken and almost whispering.

“I love you…”

He kept looking at your face as he kissed you and he tried to make you happy, to make you stay.

“I.. I need you... Please, don't... Don't leave me...

He was caressed your face, and he kissed you again, a little more passionately than before.

“Please... Please... Baby…” He mumbled between kisses, and you felt his tears fall as well as yours. He was desperate and he didn't want you to go. 

You kissed him back with the same passion, feeling terrible. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him in closer as you two continued to kiss each other, both still crying. “I love you.. I’m so sorry, Swiss.. I’m so sorry..” You repeated every time in between kisses. 

“I love you... I love you…” He repeated his words, his voice breaking again as he continued to kiss you.

Eventually he backed you up to the bed and you both sat down, still giving each other short but passionate kisses. You pulled away, sobbing. “..I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to hurt you… I feel terrible..” Your voice cracks, and he wipes your tears, disregarding his own. He smiled sadly. 

“..No, no… Don’t be sorry.. I’m the one that should be sorry.. I made you feel like I didn’t want you anymore.. I should’ve controlled my temper.. I’m so sorry.. Will you ever forgive me..?” He pulled you into his arms again, having you sit on his lap. You buried your face into his neck, holding onto his shirt tightly, letting a few last quiet sobs out. He rubbed your back soothingly, not caring that you got his shirt wet. “Shh… it’ll be okay..” He whispered. “..Will you ever forgive me…?” 

You nodded. “Yes.. yes, of course.. of course I forgive you. I love you.” You whispered with a smile. 

He smiled contently, resting his head on yours gently. “Thank you…” he whispered, continuing to rub your back and humming softly soon after, lulling you to sleep.