copingcopia

UPIÓR

multi-chapter | complete | nsfw | parts: one/two/three/four | ao3 link

upiór (n.) - a person cursed before death, a person who died suddenly, or someone whose corpse was desecrated.

BURN WITH ME

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it’s been a long time since Copia has been able to play with his food.

A SPANKING

frater | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

ON LEATHER WINGS

papa | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

copia surprises you with a spooky weekend getaway, culminating in some winged bedroom time

LONGING

papa | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

at a certain moment during a performance, copia thinks of you.

BLOOD AND COOKIES

papa | one-shot | sfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE

papa | one-shot | sfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

you go to a special screening of “phantom of the paradise” and end up being taken with the strange man who introduces the film

DEVOTION

cardinal | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

the cardinal™️ doesn’t feel that you’ve been a good little sinner lately.

THE CREAM IN CARDINAL COPIA'S COFFEE

cardinal | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

you are blessed with the task of making the new cardinal his coffee each morning and on your first day, you forget the evaporated milk.

WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME

papa | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

you work at a local concert venue, specializing in requests from the music acts. one request and one warning slips your mind.

HAVE SOME SYMPATHY AND SOME TASTE

papa | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

you become charmed by a spooky live performance at a bar you wandered into.

OOPS

cardinal | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

copia makes a mistake while summoning a new ghoul.

ROAD RAGE

cardinal | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

as copia's assistant, you've found a nonconventional way to keep your boss calm.

SOMETHIN' SPOOKY

papa | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

you've secure an invite to an exclusive party at a satanic church only to end up being underwhelmed by the lack of "spooky".

RESTROOM DETOUR

cardinal | one-shot | nsfw | tumblr link | ao3 link

misc. ask box prompts

#46 - out of jealousy or envy please - reader and Copia please..!!

I would love to see where Cardinal Copia comes back to his room after an extremely rough day. He is frustrated and annoyed and just done with everything only to find his partner nowhere to be found. Eventually he finds her waiting for him in the bedroom in a new set of lingerie. She is ready and willing to let him take out his frustrations out on her in the best possible way. Spiciness please and thank you 😉!

Maybe Vampire Copia needs to feed and he forgets how to act normal? But in a *s e x y* way. 👀

polite request for a lil bit of breeding kink Cardi 🥺🫶🏻

reader has been dead for decades, aimlessly wandering the halls of the ministry where no one has ever seen her, heard her or even felt her… until one day, she's walking (or y'know… floating…) through the halls and someone is walking towards her. He stops in his tracks and stares straight ahead. Then she realises…he's staring at her…

I'd like to request some jealous Copia drabble, possibly spicy?

Sweet 16. having your actions controlled by a shadow figure that's moving right outside your room

i just spent like a whole 10 minutes thinking about it but pls could i request a dracopia fic with 22 and a lil bit of 28? Maybe a bit spicy but im just thinking about the blood tbh lolthank youu sm!

For the horror prompts: 19 and/or 28 with Copia? Perhaps with some sexy vampire action? 👀 love youuu ♡

#23. But with an inexperienced Cardinal Copia and reader? AKA how Copia learned to fuck like a champ.

kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex + with copia ?

*slips you this prompt very discreetly* “Show me how you do it when you touch yourself” with inexperienced Copia’s first time with reader 👀 👀

I’d like to formally request Cardinal Copia being naive and all blushy blushy around a sibling of sin

had a random spot in the day where i thought abt your prompts and i wanted to ask for a subby pillow humping papa caught by dommy reader

I kindly request the "my door is always open" prompt, with papa 4 and the reader. No pressure at all! Thank you!!

What about the prompt "Overthinking everything". The reader had sent them a dressing room lingerie selfie and is burning up because they think it's too forward with Copia while he's on tour?

for the prompts: with popia, love confessions during sex

for your prompts thing, can have some Copia with a reader who wakes up in the middle of the night and can't sleep?

Excuse me chems while I'll be bold requesting from the prompt list you reblogged: quick glances that turn into a longing, admirable gaze + "you love me?" "yeah, i do." "i love you too..." with Copia

“i love it when you kiss my neck" "look what you do to me" & "can you feel what your doing to me" w/ popia

“i can’t sleep without you here” w mr. popia

"tell me what you want" & "i guess l'II just get off all by myself" wif p4

"i'm afraid i can no longer remain professional" & "each of my thoughts about you are improper" w/ cardi c

"the only way you're getting off is on my thigh" & "if you don't like my teasing why are you moaning" w/ popia copia :)

in this house, we want to get wrecked by the cardinal

“how do i look” & “you’re not going out dressed like that” with the cardinal hehe

"i'll let you do anything if you just touch me now" hehe

“the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” featuring the cardinal™️

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god” & “you make a sound it’s game over” with our fav popia 😉

“strip. now.” with cardi c it is!

21. “bite me” “if you insist” with The Insatiable Cardinal 😉

There is a sound behind you, then, and you jump, knocking something off a table that falls with a flat thunk. You turn but make out nothing in the flickering light.

Or maybe it’s not nothing. This feels as thick as the air, as thick as the feeling of anticipation.

You should just prop open the door and do what you were assigned to do. Start taking boxes and things out of this room so they can be sorted elsewhere. A lot of things from Primo’s era, from other papas’ eras, are finally being sorted through on Frater Imperator’s orders after being left alone for so long. This is just one of many rooms that have been untouched for some time, and this is the third such room you’ve personally worked on.

So why does this one feel so strange?

Why does the nothing feel like something?

And then the nothing moves, and you let out a scream that dies just past your lips.

It’s a ghoul, and you know it’s a ghoul. The Ministry is lousy with the things, and you’ve seen air ghouls, now and again, appear in a similar way—a cool breath of wind and then a solid form, usually laughing at how they’ve startled you.

But this is different. This is a parody of that, a laughing, mocking interpretation. No cool and sweet wind; this is a void that’s thick as blood, taking shape before you before it fills out mass like smoke filling a vessel.

The bulb flickers again, then flares brilliantly before it goes out with a pop that makes you jump. In that moment of brilliance, you see the shape of it clearly, but then you are plunged into darkness.

“Why are you here?” says a voice. The sound does not drift to you, but stumbles heavily, tripping over itself before it thuds into your ears.

“I’m—I’m just doing—I’m clearing out the room,” you answer. Your own voice sounds strange. Fear? You don’t know. “That’s been my task this month. To clear out the unused room.”

“This room is not unused,” answers the voice.

“I—I see that,” you say. Your throat is sore from dust. “I’m sorry. I will let Frater Imperator know—”

“Wait,” it says.

Silence fills your ears for a long moment. You can hear your heartbeat.

In the dark you can see even less, but you can sense it moving towards you, maybe sending currents of dust to you. You don’t feel the air stir, but you sense it moving.

“No one has come to see me since my Papa’s death,” says the ghoul. “And seldom even then.”

“I’m…sorry,” you say. “What about the other ghouls?”

There is a sound like someone taking a breath, and then it’s let out in a rough little chuckle. “They don’t know I’m here. I am not quite like they are.”

“How’s that?” you say.

“Because,” it says, “they all have an element, or many elements. Something that they are. And I am defined only by the absence of anything.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No,” it agrees, “you wouldn’t.”

Your eyes are starting to parse the darkness, that scraping of sunlight and whatever can slide under the door frame, and so you see when it raises its hands as if to touch you. You see when it stops, inches from you.

You wonder what it’s like, to be here, alone, for so long. Whatever this ghoul is—or isn’t—you don’t quite understand. But you’ve been alone before, and the thought of it hurts.

So maybe that’s why you raise your hand. Maybe that’s why you touch your outstretched fingers to its.

And it coils its fingers around yours, and perhaps it is defined by absence, but that is solid, that is real. Infernally warm, like you’ve heard most ghouls are, the heat of hellfire embodied, animating its body the way blood and synapses animate yours.

You aren’t surprised when its mouth finds yours, clumsy and hard, an awkward kiss, all teeth and pressure.

You are surprised when you kiss it back. When you meet it, pressure for pressure, the hollow taste of its mouth on your tongue.

You don’t really know how it happens, but you’re on the dusty floor then, and its weight is over you. Its hands touch you everywhere, seeking your heat as though intending to rekindle the inferno within itself, rucking up your robes. It fits its hips between your thighs, and you brace for penetration, but there is none, just more pressure as it rocks against you. A reedy whine escapes its throat, and you gasp, shifting your hips until its hardness meets your own, meets something good, and your head falls back.

You genuinely aren’t sure if it’s trying to get off, trying to get you off, or if it’s just trying to touch something, to fill the void that loneliness has left. Its mouth finds yours again, then your neck, and you feel a scrape of teeth too sharp for a human’s. Its body still moves, rutting, clumsy and needy and desperate. You know that in the dark you are feeling something no one has felt. And now when your breath comes short and fast it’s not from the dust but from the pleasure building into you.

You would cry out when you come, but its mouth is on yours again, and takes your voice to bury somewhere within itself. But your orgasm it does not bury; your orgasm spreads through you, rattles through your bones and seems to span into this dirty, cluttered room, filling it the way darkness had filled it before. And it, too, lets out another thick sound, and you feel wet heat as it comes, its pleasure and yours spilling between the two of you, before it collapses on you for a moment, knocking the last of the air from your lungs for a moment with its weight. You struggle to catch your breath, and it realizes what’s happening and rolls off of you with a mutter that might be an apology or might be nothing at all.

And then it does apologize. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t…” It trails off, as if not sure what to say.

“No,” you say, and you sit up. “You should have.”

Silence again. How is it so much quieter here in this tower than anywhere else?

“What’s your name?” you ask the ghoul, but it doesn’t answer. And when you feel for it beside you, your hand touches no flesh, no body, nothing but the floor.

You start to get up, shaky at first. You open the door, and peer in again now with the light from the corridor. That light sends dust motes swirling like eddies of water, but you see no ghoul.

But you can still feel everywhere it had been, the wetness between your legs.

“I’ll come back,” you promise, and close the door. You know it heard you. The ghoul might be defined by absence, but you know the silence of an empty room too well, and this was the silence of listening.

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