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Anybody else obsessed with his sweet little smile? His teeth? He’s just so pretty.

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You and I

I felt like writing a cute fic about taking care of Perpetua after a ritual so here it is! It's SFW and hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :) I'm so in love with this man, please help

What time is it? It must almost be over now, you think to yourself, fiddling with one of Perpetua's black lace gloves in your lap. It's been a long, strenuous but ultimately successful tour of Europe and there are only two rituals left after tonight.

Before you can ponder further, a familiar voice rouses you from your thoughts.

"My heart," Perpetua coos, closing the dressing room door behind him.

"Oh, my love, look at you…" You coo right back as he slumps down in the chair of his dressing table.

Perpetua's dark, curly hair is askew and damp with sweat, as is the rest of his body. His black silk shirt clings to his torso in a way that would lead to all manner of impure thoughts if you weren't so worried about him. He rests his beautiful face on his left palm, black and silver face paint smudged into a dark, dreary grey around his mouth.

"Can I get you anything?" You stand up, showing him that you are at his beck and call. He has a tendency to suffer in solemn silence, rarely asking other people for help even when he so desperately requires it.

"Ah…water, maybe," He pants, closing his eyes.

You rush over to the refrigerator and take out two bottles of cold water, dripping with condensation in the heat of the room. You open one and hand it to Perpetua and use the other as an ice pack, alternating between holding it to the feverishly hot skin of his face and neck. He sips the water in silence, using his other hand to rub up and down your arm affectionately to show his appreciation for you.

"Let me run a bath for you," You say softly, bringing a hand up to his cheek to caress his face, a perfect abstract painting of paint and sweat on his smooth skin. "I can wash your hair for you…"

"Mmh…" Perpetua hums at the thought of relaxing in the warm water, his hair and scalp being massaged by the hands of the person he loves most. "Please, my heart."

You breathe a sigh of relief and head to the bathroom of his dressing room which houses an almost cartoonishly large marble bathtub. "You could fit the whole band in here, huh?" You joke.

"Don't threaten them with a good time," Perpetua bites back, and you don't need to see his face to know he's grinning.

The water is warm and luscious on your skin as it gushes from the gold taps. You wait to ensure that the temperature is just right before adding large globs of bubble bath and returning to Perpetua in his chair.

"In the meantime…" You kneel down at his feet. "Let me take care of these…"

Perpetua sighs as you slide his socks and pointed black shoes from his feet carefully. He's not often so vulnerable, so willing to be taken care of, and you're going to treasure every moment of it.

"You take such good care of me, amore mio."

"This is what you do for people you love, V…" You smile warmly at him, sliding a hand up his calf.

He doesn't take his eyes, sparkling with admiration and longing, off you as you begin to massage his sore feet.

"Oh, that feels good…" He groans. "Grazie, my angel. Grazie…"

His feet are large and utterly too big for your hands but you are able to swiftly locate the areas of tension and pain, kneading and rubbing them until you feel him totally relax in your hold. You adore the way his skin feels to the touch, smooth but rough in places, a product of how dedicated he is to rehearsing and performing.

"You have dancer's feet, my love…"

Perpetua furrows his brows, still coated in smeared black paint. "Isn't that a disease?"

You erupt into laughter, realising that he misunderstood you. "No, no baby," You try your best to stifle it as his eyes are fixed on you, wide and concerned. "I meant…they're beautiful, if not a little rough on the soles here…" You lift a foot up, pointing to the areas often weathered with friction.

Perpetua relaxes back into the chair, now wrestling with a smile himself. "Ah…"

"The bath should be ready now," You help Perpetua to his now soothed feet as you both make your way to the bathroom which is now misty with hot steam and enveloped in the scent of vanilla and jasmine bubble bath.

As he removes his clothes, you can't help but stand in awe, admiring his body. Without the mask, his long black curls fall perfectly to frame the angle of his jaw. His pale skin is glistening with the remnants of sweat from his performance but in the dim, yellow light of the bathroom he's glowing and every detail, line and muscle is beautifully accentuated. Even more striking are his eyes, one a deep green that rivals a tumultuous ocean and the other the hue of moonlight. He looks like a piece of fine art and you almost forget why you're both standing here.

"Oh…" You breathe.

"Hm?" Perpetua cocks his head slightly.

"You're perfect." You say bluntly, unable to spill the poetry inside you, for which he is always the muse.

Perpetua leans down to kiss you, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. "No, my love, you're perfect."

You frown at him jokingly. "We're not doing this now. Get in." You signal to the bath which is almost completely covered in bubbles. Perpetua chuckles, and does as you say.

He lets out another groan of relief and pleasure as he sinks into the water, letting it swallow all of him except for his head and neck. You reach for the glass jug on the side of the tub and fill it with warm water. Cupping a hand over his brow bone to protect his eyes, you slowly pour the water over his head, saturating his curls.

"Do you like to have your hair touched?" You enquire, gently rubbing at leftover paint around his eyes and nose with wet fingers.

"By you, yes…" He utters. "When I was a child, my uncle used to wash it for me because I didn't know how…and he was always so rough. With the brushing, too." Perpetua grimaces, making scratching motions with his hands.

You wince. "I'll never hurt you," You reassure him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

With Perpetua's past in mind, you squeeze out a generous amount of shampoo into your palm before slowly and deliberately working it into his hair. He tilts his head back in pure bliss as you massage every inch of his scalp, lifting any sweat and paint.

"Okay?"

"Incredible." He moans, bringing one hand to your shoulder to rub it gently.

You fill the jug again, running your fingers through his strands as you rinse away any trace of bubbles. His hair looks longer when wet, his curls loose and shiny after being unburdened of everything. You tuck it behind his ears and kiss him one more time on the forehead.

Perpetua drains the water and climbs out of the tub as you hand him a soft towel, warm and fluffy from the towel rail. He dabs at his face and torso before wrapping it around his hips.

He looks like a new man, clean and refreshed and not a hint of the tension or pain that he entered the dressing room with an hour earlier.

"Let's go to bed, amore," He wraps an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

"Movie?" You glance up at his striking eyes, half-joking but also longing to have a movie night with him because you haven't in months.

"Which one?" He smiles at you, melting you into a puddle on the spot.

"Hmm…Nosferatu?" You've both seen it so many times but you have a soft spot for silent movies and so does he. "You're great in that one…"

Perpetua gasps jokingly, raising an eyebrow at you.

"That's it…" He lunges at you as you run away, squealing and laughing. "I'll bite you, you bad girl."

As delighted as you are by the proposition, you play the game of cat and mouse, darting away from him as he playfully chases you while you both ready the bed and TV for a cozy night.

"My creature…" You say, with all of the love in the world.

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Papa V Perpetua Black Sabbath: Back To The Beginning (5th July 2025)

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him saying this while you’re spent from crying, laying on his chest while he’s stroking your hair ……

here's v saying 'nothing is ever forever y'know' in case anybody else also wanted to listen to this specifically on loop

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ghoulbangers: finland, tampere

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Im still here tbh

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you have bewitched me booty and hole

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𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐕 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚

>ᵥ_ᵥ< very much a wip. But had to have a little sneak peak behind the mask of the new Papa…

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GHOULBANGERS BALL // PARIS

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None of my thoughts are in the Bible, goodbye

Dafydd Owen, London 19.04.2025

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yeah yeah virginity is a societal construct but have you considered cherry hound Perpetua

small tw for blood

He’s never been an exceedingly patient man, but Perpetua is glad he made an exception for you. The way you whine and keen beneath him, reeling as his cock stretches you for the first time, has been well worth the wait.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, relishing in the sweet smell of your hair. A moan rumbles in your chest. “Still feels good? I’m not hurting you?” You shake your head, boneless after already cumming once on his tongue and then again on his fingers. It had been obvious that you were still nervous despite your desperate insistence that you were ready, and so he’d taken his time getting you to relax and open up for him. Even now his pace is unhurried, the rocking of his hips like calm ocean waves. Maybe someday you’ll let him get a little rough, let him split you in half like he’s wanted to do since he first set his sights on you, but if not, that’s okay. He can be a gentleman. Fuck, he’ll do it in missionary for the rest of his life if it means he gets to hear your sweet little cries in his ear.

“‘S good,” you pant. Your arms are draped lazily over his shoulders, fingernails tickling the skin on his back. Unable to resist, he gives his next thrust a little more force, just testing the waters, and you let out a breathy, high-pitched noise that makes his gut twist. “Oh, Lucifer, you’re so good.” Your cunt spasms, gripping him like a vice, and Perpetua has to clench his jaw to keep from sinking his teeth into your flesh. If he could, he’d devour you whole.

There are a million filthy things he could say, and a million more that should stay locked away in his mind forever, so he puts his mouth to better use, kissing and nipping at your pulse-point. His hand trails down, worming its way in between your bodies so that he can press the pad of his thumb into your clit, rubbing tight circles over the hood. Bordering on oversensitive, you cry out, plush thighs squeezing around his hips. It’s not long before you’re falling over the edge again, so unbelievably tight that, for a moment, he’s thinks you might actually snap his dick off.

It would be a worthy sacrifice.

Perpetua’s hips slow to a halt as your breathing evens out. Once you stop writhing beneath him, he gives you a deceptively chaste kiss on the lips, then another on the bridge of your nose. He doesn’t pull out just yet, savoring the way you twitch around him with the aftershocks of your climax.

“You did so well,” he praises. “Did you like that, darling?” Your cheeks are flushed the most wonderful shade of pink, your eyes full of adoration. You had looked up at him with that same tenderness the first time you took him in your mouth, and the memory of you kneeling on the hard stone floor of the chapel makes his cock throb with want. Letting out a long, blissful sigh, you smile sweetly and nod. 

“I did.” It’s your turn to give him a kiss. “Thank you.” Then your eyes quickly dart away. You bite your lip. “You don’t-” Your body convulses with sheepish laughter, walls squeezing him a little. “You can keep going if you need to, you know...” You swallow. “Finish.” For as hard as he’s worked to get you to come out of your shell, to mold you into his darling little seductress, a part of him hopes you’ll stay this shy and cute forever. Lamb is such a rare delicacy these days, one that spoils all too easily in a place like this.

“Are you sure?” Either way, he knows he won’t have to get himself off. You’re always so eager to please, whether it be the Dark Lord, the Congregation, or him. He’ll have to teach you to put yourself first someday, but for now, he’s content to reap the benefits of your servility.

“Of course.” One of your hands finds his cheek, thumb brushing along the border of where his mask would normally be. Your cheeks grow a little darker, something devious sparking in your eyes, and his curiosity is immediately piqued. You let out a heavy breath, giggling again. “I want to feel you cum inside me.” It’s barely a whisper, but it seems to echo in his mind like a scream, and for a moment, Perpetua short-circuits.

Now he’s certain he’s in love with you.

“Y-yeah,” he sputters, clinging desperately to his composure. “Sure. Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He clears his throat, takes a deep breath in and out, and tries his best to laugh it off. Your lips part like you’re about to say something and so he smothers you with his mouth, swallowing the little mewl you let out as he resumes the drive of his hips, a little less careful now that he’s chasing his own pleasure. He finds that the taste of your lipgloss — strawberry — is still lingering when he bullies his tongue into yours, and he can’t help the moan that wrenches itself out of him as he thinks of what it would be like to make you put it on just so he can lick it all off again. Even after three orgasms you’re still so fucking tight; it’s a wonder he’s managed to hold out for this long. Honestly, he’s impressed with himself. If for no other reason, this has to be why they made him Papa.

A rich, wet noise accompanies each of his thrusts, loud enough that he can hear it over the blood racing in his ears. God, you’re fucking soaked, too. His perverted, animal instincts get the best of him and breaks the kiss, taking a peek down at where your bodies are joined. Sure enough, your thighs glisten with slick, the curls at their apex plastered to your skin. He’s thoroughly coated as well, from his own patch of hair to his-

There’s something streaked across his shaft: blood, just a little, bright red and slightly membraneous. Stopping dead in his tracks, he does a double-take, looking up at you and then back down. You don’t appear to be in any pain, if anything just a bit confused.

Perpetua knows the facts, the science of how bodies work. He’s got a pretty good handle on vaginas and their… unique features. The odds of such a thing…

“I-is everything okay?“

“Oh-“ Perpetua inhales sharply. A shudder runs down his spine, the coil of heat in his gut reaching critical mass. “Oh, my angel-“ Then he’s cumming, harder than he thinks he ever has. It hits him like a bus. His ears ring, colors exploding behind his eyelids. It’s possible he blacks out for a second, because when his head stops spinning, he’s collapsed on top of you, hips still twitching. Your fingers gently card through his hair, lips as soft as rose petals against his forehead. He feels giddy, like it’s his first time. You’ve re-baptized him, washed him clean just to sully him again, and the euphoria coursing through his veins is exquisite.

Lucifer has truly blessed him on this day.

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Papa V Perpetua my beloved 💜

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are you crazy? c:

there’s so much adoration in Arthur’s eyes

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the monster under the bed is scary to YOU. i’m having sex with it though.

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GHOST - Satanized

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"This is the most fun I've had since, well, Beetlejuice". - Michael Keaton