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Behind the Scenes: Copia shot by Jeremy Saffer
Credit: Jeremy Saffer on instagram
So- the context behind this meme. (It is very self indulgent) I went to go see Rite Here Rite Now and MY GOSH DID IT REAWAKEN MY GHOST PHASE!!! Ya’ll- I don’t think I’m gonna be able to pull myself out. Anyway- Copia. The lead singer. If you haven’t seen him- Go. Trust me. You will thank me later. But yeah- Lady Artemis has had to listen toe rant about him a few times and let’s just say…. She loves me, but she is growing tired lol.
A copia drawing inspired by hanging around!!!
BUT ALSO WDYM WE NEVER GOT TO SEE HIM WEARING THE LEATHER CASSOCK 😞
there’s just something about this performance of mary on a cross that . god.
tried to compress these gifs as little as possible, but unfortunately tumblr doesn’t like my 40mb file sizes
full video :)
Tied and begging
Copia x GN Reader
i'm too lazy to make a fic out of it, but we do love a begging papa so there it is :)
Warnings : sub Copia, ropes, edging ?, hand job
480 words
He's panting already and slick with his own sweat. There is red marks at the expanse of his tighs and his shins caused by the tightness of the ropes and his squirms. It must be uncomfortable for him to lay in such a position but he can't seem to bring himself to care anymore, not that he ever did anyway. If you could see his wrists tied behind his back, you'd see the red dots forming at the surface of his pale skin.
You admire him from where you're kneeling between his legs. His chest is red and so are the top of his ears and his whole face. Some rebellious strands of his beautiful hair are falling on his face but it only alleviate your will to play with him. He's just so pretty like that. So pliable. And just to please you.
He helplessly and almost against his will now rut his hips in the air once he loses your touch. 'Amore, please, please. Please. Let me cum, please.' He begs with shiny eyes.
'Ah !' He cries out in surprise when you start kitten licking at the slit of his cock. 'Amore ! I- I-,' His little voice sounds almost alarmed. 'I'm gonna cum ! Stop, please stop.' He shakes his head and closes tightly his eyes.
You retrieve off of him and look at the mess lying beneath you. He's all frustrated grunts and pathetic sobs. Some whines you never thought he was capable of doing before now when he wiggles his hips in the air. Little crescents are forming in his palms from where his nails are digging too deep.
After a few seconds of calm he tries to regain his breath but to no avail. As soon as he tries to inhale fresh air again you remind him of his burden. You grab his leaking cock and start to slowly pump him again. This knocks all the little air he had out of his lungs and Copia throw his head back in a pillow. His legs lock completely outstretched to meet your touch instantly.
'You're doing so good Copia, so good for me.' You keep a slow pace and give twists of your wrist when you reach the head of his cock. You lean down to kiss the 666 tattoo on his chest and he let out a long groan at the welcomed touch of your lips against his heated skin. You trail your kisses higher, passing by his neck and jaw until you reach his ear. Copia's breath comes in puffs and his chest rise quickly against yours.
'Cum for me, Papa.' You whisper.
Copia bites his lip to quiet his strangled moans. His eyes rolls back in his head from the raw pleasure of finally cumming. His stomach jumps with every contraction he has to offer in your hand, painting his stomach and yours with his own seed.
Hello, could I request dancing with Copia in the rain, perhaps after not seeing him for a while? Sorry if it's vague-
Aw, that's actually super cute! - Jez
Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)
Copia was the kind of man that, despite the initial awkwardness, could bring people go him. They loved how sweet he was, how comforting his presence felt. You supposed it made sense why he was chosen as the next vocalist for Ghost. And then as the next Papa. And you were proud of him, you really were!
You simply hated the idea of him being away for so long.
He would call you every day, the sweetheart that he was. You'd talk about your day, ask how he has been, pout that he was so far away from you. And he'd tell you about his day, what weird stunts the ghouls pulled, ask about the rats that he left in your loving care and join in on your pouting, wishing you were there in his arms.
It was nice, yes. Laying in your bed, watching him on the screen of your laptop as he removed his facepaint. His words were sweet, very sweet. He had a way with words, once he got past the initial blockage in his brain. And even if he had issues speaking, you still thought his stimming was adorable. You'd mimic him playfully, which always made him feel better, less weird. You just wished he would be here, next to you, so you could kiss his hands. His face. So you could wrap your arms around him while you sat in his lap in just your little nightgown. So he'd hold you tight, nuzzling into your neck.
And tonight was the night. He would finally return. You didn't care that it was last midnight. You stood there, looking through the window next to the giant door to the Ministry, but you barely saw anything. It didn't matter that you were barefoot and only wearing the night gown you knew he liked and matching panties that he got you. It was warm outside. Or maybe it wasn't and you were just hot because of how excited you felt. In more than one way.
Finally, after what felt like ages of waiting, you heard the car pull up. You used all your body weight to pull the giant door open just so you could run outside and throw yourself into his arms as he got out of the car. You didn't care about the teasing chuckles from the Ghouls (most likely Swiss and Sunshine) or the soft coos at how adorable you two were (definitely Cirrus and Cumulus), you just wanted to kiss him again.
You didn't care that it was raining cats and dogs. That you were already soaking, even though you barely got outside. It was just an excuse to take a shower with the love of your life.
Once you finally broke the kiss, both of you started giggling like idiots. Aether probably made a comment about it, considering he got smacked in the head by Sodo hard enough to let out a dramatic whine. Finally mountain started chasing the other Ghouls back to then den to give you two some privacy as you just held onto each other and giggled.
You didn't realize when you started dancing, Copia happily twirling your joyful self on the grass and dipping you dramatically, like in a scene straight out of some cheap romance movie. Lucky for you, he loved cheap romance movie, so you ended up making out again.
"We should go inside, yes? Don't want you getting sick now that I'm back." He suggested, resting his forehead against yours as you both took a moment to catch your breath, his arms holding you pressed against him. You could swear you felt a soft poke in a very familiar area, and you loved that. You'd take care of it as soon as you were back in his room.
You only got to nod before you laughed again as he picked you up like a princess. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling at how he looked, his wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked at you, his eyes filled with love.
For moments like these, you could survive all the tours and weeks apart. Just to see him look at you like this, when he finally got back.
🚨🚨🚨BELLY ALERT 🚨🚨🚨
Thought that my guys face was a little off and figured I could fix it while I can’t sleep :p
Sorry this is such a long post but I couldn't not post all of these. They're definitely my favourite set of Papa IV of this tour!
Athens Rocks by George Mouzakitis
I'd be happy if George photographed them every single night, he captures them all perfectly. ♥
love when a man is a prettyboy and a loser. a prettyloserboy if you will
I love to see Copia happy