The show tonight was a mess. There were technical difficulties all night, Dewdrop f*cked up twice on his solo’s, Cirrus’ keytar wasn’t working during Mummy Dust, Swiss was losing his voice… It was a mess! If there was one thing that Copia didn’t like in this world, It was God, but if there were two??? The second would be his shows being messy.
Logically, nights like these happen. He’s been touring for two album cycles at this point, he knew stuff like this was always going to happen when you least expect it, and that’s just life. There were measures in place to deal with it and the show went on, albeit not as well as it could have been. It was always disappointing to leave a venue knowing you could have put on a better show. It wasn’t the ghouls' fault. It wasn’t anyones, but that pit still stayed in Copia’s stomach. It was a devastating blow anytime things went wrong. The ghouls knew how in his head Copia would get about it, and they also knew there was nothing they could really do to help. He just needed some time alone…
Copia laid in his hotel bed, alone and stewing in the misery this failure had brought him. What if this was some poor fans first ritual and it was utterly ruined???
He prided himself on being better than everyone else. Not just other bands, but his predecessors… His brothers. Did nights like this ever happen to Terzo? What would he have done in this situation? Probably some witty remark to make the crowd laugh… jacko*ff had a natural charisma that made every show perfect even if everything went wrong. f*cker played a Kazoo and people went crazy for it and yet he can’t even make sure his ghoulettes Keytar is working properly??? He was a f*cking fraud…
At least he was better than Primo… if a night like this ever happened to him, he was almost positive whatever ghoul messed up would have their fair share of penance to pay…
Secondo would have simply wooed the fans, sweeping whoever’s show he ruined away from the crowd and bringing them back to bed. It was a sickening thought to Copia personally, using his status as Papa to woo random fans into bed with him… though if it ensured a good show…
Oh Satanas what was he even thinking! He would never do that to a fan-!!! Using them to make him seem like a more competent performer! He was more than adequate on his own!!! Besides, who’s to say he would even need a partner. He’s on twitter! …occasionally…. He’s seen how big those “accidental nude leaks” get! With the way the crowd ogles and gawks at him he’s sure they’d go crazy if he just dedicated a whole show to edging himself. Letting the Ghouls use their instruments… bodies… mouth to bring him so close to the edge…
The thought of it sends a jolt of arousal through Copia’s body. It was certainly interesting to consider…. Over 15,000 sets of eyes on him, taking in his body and every single sound he made… Watching his co*ck shiver and twitch as he’s brought to the inevitable edge.
Copia groaned quietly, shaking his head as he tried to shoo the thought away. He was f*cking filthy for imagining something that- vile, something so lewd, not to mention something so utterly illegal.
How would he finish though…? How would the crowd react?
His hand slowly slid down his body, his own featherlight touches tickling as he touches his chest… f*ck he should have invited one of the ghouls back to vent out his frustration on. After a day like today he was nearly positive his hand wouldn’t be satisfactory… regardless, he allows his hand to slip down lower, past the waistband of his sweats. His breath hitches a bit as his hand finds its place on his co*ck.
f*ck he needed this…
Copia allows himself to divulge a bit more in his filthy fantasy as his hand lazily moves to stroke his shaft, slow movements to start. Just like Phantom… such a sweet ghoul, always so eager to please. All the ghouls were honestly, but something about the New summons… Phantom and Aurora? They were simply divine in every way.
Phantom was excitable taking orders to an exact T, meanwhile Aurora barked those orders like a drill sergeant and Copia was more than happy to sit there and take whatever pleasure the two decided to give him.
Faster, much faster… Copia leaned his head back against his pillows as he allowed his hand to speed up, his eyes falling shut as he pictures Aurora petting his head, playing with his hair and running her hands over his chest. f*ck she’d sing out such sweet orders to Phantom and the crowd would go wild for it. Watching the oh so amazing Papa Emeritus submit himself over to pleasure… over to Aurora. He whines so softly, tilting his head to the side as he slows his hand down ever so slightly. He nuzzles his face into the pillows as he lets out a soft groan.
With his eyes closed in such a quiet room he could almost imagine Cumulus… Suddenly on the stage in his mind, the crowd loses it as Cumulus takes her place beside him, gripping him by the roots of his hair in a way that draws a desperate little moan from his lips. The noise is instantly muffled as his lips find their place on one of Cumulus’ nipples-
oh f*ck the vision is almost perfect until he finds the distinct taste and texture of pillowcase being a bit too overwhelming to keep him locked into the fantasy and despite how hard he tries to cling onto it, the vision fades for a moment and he groans as his eyes flutter open.
f*ck, this wasn’t gonna work out for him…
Alright alright f*cking…. New fantasy.
Copia groans a little bit as he takes the poor pillow he just licked and sucked at like a f*cking child, moving it to the side to get it out of the way before remembering one slight problem.
He pulls down his sweats, letting out a quiet breath as the cold air hits his aching co*ck. He can’t help but chuckle so slightly at the way it bobs as he kicks his sweats to the side. He leans his head back once more, closing his eyes and taking a soft breath in as he tries to get his mind back where it needs to be in this moment. As he moves the pillow over his aching co*ck, pressing into the plush fabric, a soft groan escapes his lips.
He’s back on stage again, okay good. Who’s here now, sitting in his lap, grinding so tantalizingly slowly over his co*ck right now. Rain. Rain loved being on top after all. He grinds up against the pillow, gently at first. If he focused hard enough, he could feel Rain’s hands resting on his chest, gently brushing over his nipples and sending a shudder through his body. He gives an experimental thrust and- oh f*ck that felt better than it should have… He does it again, and again and again, grinding the pillow down against him in time with his thrusts, relishing in the way the plush fabric feels against him, adding just the right amount of friction. He can see it so vividly in his head. Rain grinding in his lap, that smirk on his face when he’s getting into something he shouldn’t. Copia adjusts how he’s holding the pillow, moving one hand to the top so he can grind into his palm through the pillow. The sensation is unspeakable. His brain short circuits for a moment as he lets out a delighted little whine, his body shuddering before desperately moving to do that again.
The image in his mind is gone once again, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he ruts desperately into the pillow, but the intensity quickly fades once he doesn’t have a picture to get off to anymore.
He sighs so dramatically, muttering a soft “f*ck” under his his breath before he flips the pillow over so he’s straddling it. Fine- this position is better anyway.
As he gives a few experimental thrusts, he finds himself back onstage in front of the crowd once again, this time thrusting into a flushed up Dewdrop. Okay okay this is much better. Copias hands grip the pillow, imagining he was holding onto small ghouls waist. As Copia gives relentless thrusts into the pillow, he moans with no shame, filling the room with nothing but the movement of the bed and his beautiful voice. Oh if only the crowd could hear him now. He listened to his own voice bouncing off the walls and it was f*cking perfect in every way, as if the concert was actually just a warmup for this moment right here. If he had imagined any other ghoul in this spot, he’d almost feel bad, but on that wide open stage in his head, he was thrusting brutally into Dewdrop. Dewdrop didn’t like gentle very much, and frankly, after the performance he’d given tonight? He didn’t deserve it.
Copia gave a few soft pants, taking a second to catch his breath as a wicked image started to form in his head.
He pulled another pillow over to him, placing it ontop of the other and giving a quiet little moan as he tests the feeling with a few shallow thrusts. Oh this was perfect…
Suddenly, it wasn’t just dew there, no now he had Mountain with him to help him out. He could almost hear Rain’s voice in his head, like a siren calling out a dangerous “couldn’t please him yourself?” The thought makes his co*ck throb almost painfully for more stimulation. Back to his stage. He lets out pathetic whines, throwing his head back like a whor* as he desperately ruts into the two pillows, the sounds of Dew and Mountains moans bouncing around his head to harmonize with his own as he imagines Dewdrop taking both of them at the same time. He falls forward onto the bed, his body screaming for more as he desperately muffles himself, sucking on his fingers to wet them enough for what he needed.
He reaches back and with no hesitation, slides the first finger in. Welcome Swiss to the stage everyone.
For a moment, Copia is glad no one can see his thoughts. While yes, he’s thrusting like against his pillows like bitch in heat looking utterly debauched; the image he has in his head is far worse.
The image in his head has him and mountain balls deep in Dewdrop with Swiss prepping him for more behind him. It was filthy, and the best part of this little fantasy? They were in front of thousands of people~ Copia let out pathetic little moans now, his fingers quickly moving as he works himself up to three, moaning into the sheets as he brings himself as close to the true definition of bliss as he possibly can.
He feels his balls grow heavy, a warning sign to the impending end of this little fantasy world of his. “f*ck.. oh- f*ck please-” he mutters out to no one, his voice cracking and desperate as his hips start to stutter. He whines at the silence, trying to stave off his org*sm as long as he can.
“Oh f*ck- please please please,” he can hear himself, his voice wrecked as he begs to no one in particular to cum.
The thought hits him briefly that if he finished in this position, he’d have no pillows to sleep on for the night. Quick change the fantasy!
He tosses the pillows off of him, his hand flying to replace them as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
Please, oh f*ck he’s right there-
Suddenly the image of Cirrus on her knees is there, looking gorgeous as always. The crowd in his head is cheering, his heart is f*cking pounding as whimpers and choked breaths force their way out. The pool in his stomach builds and builds and builds….
His hand flies over his co*ck before he chokes out a strangled “sh*t-!”
His vision whites out for a moment as he spills over his hand onto the carpet below, imagining painting his name on Cirrus’ face with his cum. He pants quietly as he continues to move his hand over his co*ck, taking in the glow on the moment until that stimulation starts to fall on the wrong side of painful.
He falls back in bed, his chest heaving a bit as he does his best to catch his breath, but right now it’s pointless.
As Copia basks in the afterglow, his phones gives a small ping. He picks it up and can’t help but let out a small chuckle at the message that popped up.
Ant: Hope you feel better now Papa <3
f*cking Quintessence ghouls… always eager to please, huh?
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