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*hair tuck*

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STOP—THIS IS A KINDNESS CHECKPOINT! rb this post + say something you love about prev to keep the positive energy flowing 💫

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STOP—THIS IS A KINDNESS CHECKPOINT! rb this post + say something you love about prev to keep the positive energy flowing 💫

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Blood || V x gn!reader

Content: 1.1k words, softness, mostly SFW, some suggestive language near the end, blood-drinking, softness, creature! V is such a sweetheart, inspired by this post by my dearest @sakuraspoke🖤

On the night of Beltane, shrouded in the safety of the sprawling forest, you wait for him. 

The moon hangs in the void above you, bright and amber like a candle flame. It winks through the trees when they’re disturbed by the soft summer breeze, which is all too stifling given the time of evening. 

In the distance, you can smell the smoke of the spring bonfires, hear the distant roar of drunken revelries in full swing. Even though you’re so far from the safety of the Ministry's walls, you are entirely relaxed where you rest, curled against the trunk of a broad tree on a bed of moss and forest mulch. 

Nothing will harm you here. Not the mischievous fae or frightful forest fiends, nor the doe that you hear in the fleeing far away. 

Soon, the forest falls deathly quiet. A stillness creeps like a fog through the shadows. You know it’s not an unusual occurrence when a predator enters the territory, and you cannot help how your heart picks up in speed, pulsing with anticipation in your throat.  

The being that stalks his way to you would never hurt anything, most certainly never you. You know his heart, his soul, and it is pure and kind. Your darling monster, your beast that bays for your blood and yours alone; that wants nothing else than to feed, feel, and fuck you until you reek of his obsessions. 

You see his eyes first in the shadows, like twin moons that drift silently through the blackness towards you, closer and closer, moving unnaturally—too tall, too bright to be human. They quickly shrink as he draws nearer. It does thrill you, just a little, to catch glimpses of him completely untethered from reality. 

When you spy the glint of his metal mask catching in the amber moon, you smile, knowing he can see. You open your arms to welcome him in when he steps into the little clearing, reaching for him. 

It is by no means bright enough for you to take in the full beauty of him, but you have seen him a hundred times in a hundred situations to know that he is a sightly creature. 

Most importantly, he is yours.  

You offer your wrist, beckoning him like the siren you are to his senses. He approaches you with dog-like loyalty, falling to his knees before you and captures your face as he kisses you. He tastes of wine and honey when you kiss him, heady and hot, a sweet tang you will never tire of. His lips are soft and taste of honey and wine as his whimpered words of praise and thanks, pressing sacred vows into your skin as though he worships a God. He wants to drown in you, you know it, feel it, smothered by your scent and bathed in the sweet ruby essence of your life that you offer him so freely. 

“Grazie, cuore mio,” he all but sobs, your heart aching. “My darling. Il mio amore prezioso…”

He nips a trail down your throat, and you tip your head to allow him access. You can’t help but moan when his teeth are so close to your flesh, when he nuzzles his face into your lovely throat and marks you with his paint. 

He will bite and feed on your essence before the night is over, but never from your neck. Never from such a fragile place. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt you. 

You note the tension that clenches through him when his lips skim your thrumming pulse, a trap yet to snap closed, and you’re caught in the snare of his gentle grasp. You soothe him, sliding your fingers up the satin that clothes his chest, anchoring them in his hair and playing with the coils of silk. 

“It’s ok,” you tell him, kissing his temple. 

V trembles, his bare hands curl at the hem of your shirt to tug it down so that he may paint every precious inch of skin with his love. He is hot-bodied and warm, bending over you, fingers shifting to claws as they clutch at the temple that is your physical form. You arch so beautifully for him, a wildflower stretching to the sun, letting yourself be gathered in the cocoon of his arms. 

“Let me, please. Please,” he implores you, begs and despairs that you might revoke this most precious privilege.  

You never would, he knows that, but you know he fears it like he does the daylight. 

You smile at him and nod, comfortable in his lap as his long fingers cradle your wrist. He brings it to his face, and when his fangs finally pierce your skin in a swift pinch, you know you will never be free of him. Bliss floods through you like warm saline, hot and bright, and you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. 

He is so sweet as he drinks deeply from you, like a docile pup, watching your face with dark, drowsy eyes from beneath the shadows of his mask. Can he feel your love? Can he taste it in your blood? You always did wonder. 

The glow within his pupils is softer, more smouldering embers than a fire's flame. You know that expression well. It is the one you see when you make love, tangled together in sated bliss, and he stares at you in the silence like he cannot believe you’re real, that you’re his. 

He whimpers then, soft-faced as he draws his maw from your wrist, leaving a black stamp and red smears. He kisses your flesh, lapping at the puncture wounds in the hopes of soothing the sting. Your head is light, your body floating as you pet his jaw, noting his hardening cock digging into the back of your thighs as he buries his face in your chest. You both go slack, sinking to the forest floor together. 

He will be pliant for a while, and you are content to hold him in silence until both your needs become too great to ignore. You wrap his curls around your fingers as his hot breath tickles your skin. He sighs and purrs happily, the remaining tension rung out of him like a soaked rag.  

He thanks you again, over and over, in mumbled, half-coherent words. 

“Thank you. I love you. Mio amore. Grazie, cuore mio…”

Though lightheaded and a tad dazed, you laugh warmly and hush him with a kiss to the crown of his head. 

Closing your eyes against the humid breeze, you lay your head back against the moss, dozing with a smile on your face.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

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Children of Tampa!

A glorious Floridian night of rawk n’ roll; a night in heat! What a pleasure. We will remember this one!

/ A Nameless Ghoul

📷: @ryancphoto

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Am I ovulating or is Ghost just on tour?

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Copia’s had quite the night…

For my DTIYS I’m hosting on insta! Heavily inspired by some candid queer photographs I ran across because what inspiration is better than that? Also trying to spread the Copia-in-a-Dress agenda.

+A couple more filters bc I’m indecisive 😝

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There needs to be more violin metal songs

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Some Cardis in between comms🫰🏻✨

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NSFW Alphabet of Papa Emeritus III

Safe to say this is very NSFW as it says on the tin so please MDNI!

The template and I believe the source for this can be found here. I started this over a year ago and apparently today was the day my brain decided to work.

These are just my head canons and how I tend to write him but I would love to hear others thoughts as well! What do you agree with? What do you think differently on? Let me know 😊I love talking about him.

A = Aftercare 

You may think your night with him is over once everyone has orgasmed but you would be wrong. He enjoys the aftermath of sex almost as much as the act itself, laying still entwined as your heart rates slow and sharing a cigarette to lengthen the afterglow, showering together washing and drying each other then going back to bed and drifting off to sleep with your arms wrapped around each other. He is very attentive to his partner but he actually is the partner that needs it more so not matter how vanilla the encounter may have been if his partner tries to leave straight after it leaves him feeling hollow.  

B = Body part 

Boobs (g/n) This man loves tits. They make him lose his train of thought, forget his lyrics and just generally turn his brain to mush. If someone of any gender has their shirt unbuttoned he is going to be sweating. He keeps it respectful with people in general but if you are one of his partners then he is looking and he probably isn’t going to stop until his face is in between them, paint be damned. 

C = Cum 

A cream pie fiend, rumoured to enjoy 666 per year in his prime! He enjoys everything about it cuming inside his partner, hopefully getting to feel their orgasm around him as he finishes. He enjoys seeing his cum spilling out of them when he pulls out. He even enjoys the taste, his essence combined with his partner sometimes that is even enough to have him ready for round two.

D = Dirty secret

I don’t think anyone but him would consider it a dirty secret but he hates casual sex, especially as he gets older. He wants to feel a connection with someone and he gets turned off when people proposition him just because he is Papa and they want to fuck. He has multiple partners from people he would consider life partners to essentially friends with benefits but he needs to feel a connection with someone and he feels that goes against what people believe a leader of the satanic church should be. 

E = Experience 

He has more experience than most people can even fathom. He is charming, attractive and incredibly open minded so if you can think of it he has probably tried it and if he hasn’t he is willing to give it a try. He is a very safe partner to experiment with and he relishes in being anyone's first anything, making sure they come through the experience having had the best time. 

F = Favourite position 

He likes his partner to be on top, writhing in his lap, sitting on his face, riding his cock. It’s not that often he allows himself to just sit back and enjoy himself, usually his focus would be on bringing his partner as much pleasure as possible but the right person can have him laying back and letting his mind melt as they use him to get off. Also his face is then at perfect chest height.

G = Goofy 

He is a goofy silly guy as much as he is a smooth talker and that definitely translates to sex as well. Expect lame jokes at probably the worst possible moment that with anyone else might give you the ick but with his accent and the way he makes you see stars in the next moment he gets away with it every time.

H = Hair 

His body hair is as well groomed as his head hair but there is a lot!! His body is almost completely covered in dark hair, which gets more and more grey over time (and is a dead give away to him dying his roots haha) but he is always clean, soft and tidily trimmed. 

I = Intimacy 

He is so very attentive to your needs and your pleasure. He gets off by getting you off so you will always feel like the centre of his world when you are together. Sometimes though it can feel like he is only focused on you at the expense of himself especially when he is stressed or upset and that can be a little too intense. It can be hard to get him to open up fully and you may have to contend with him trying to push you away before he truly lets you in but if you persist and push through his self worth issues you will be rewarded. 

J = Jack off 

As he has gotten older masturbation has gotten less and less frequent due to many factors, his role in the church and increased responsibility and stress being a big one. He isn’t so concerned about orgasms for orgasms sake. Pleasure for him is a group activity, something to be shared with others and the encounters he has with his partners are more than enough to satisfy him. That being said, he is a big fan of mutual masturbation and watching his partner masturbate for him. 

K = Kink

He probably wouldn't admit to it being a kink, at least not with out a lot of persuasion from his partner but if you praise him, if you manage through your pleasurable haze to tell him how good he is, how he is the best partner, the best Papa, the best fuck you have ever had. If he trusts you enough to let you take control and you praise him and remind how good he is, he will be sobbing and begging for you quicker than you might think.

L = Location 

Typically he has all his partners to his rooms, all his tricks and toys are there, he can take all the time he wishes and he can be truly comfortable. However there is a thrill he can never quite resist in risky, semi public sex. Especially when he is just toying with his partner and able to appear unbothered and relaxed as they fall apart in his hands.

M = Motivation 

What gets him off is getting other people off. He enjoys driving people wild with desire, making sure they are having the best experience possible and then coming together in the name of Satan! However he also craves connection and for people to truly want him for who he is and these can tend to conflict with one another. He is at his best when he has a true connection with someone he trusts who cares about him very much and makes sure he knows. 

N = No 

While he is open minded and happy to indulge in various kinks and roles something he would never be able to bring himself to do is consensual non consent. Consent is very important to him so he wouldn’t be able to find any enjoyment out of most scenarios that might fall under that umbrella. He enjoys his partners actively enjoying their encounters with him so even the pretence of them asking him to stop would remove any enjoyment. 

O = Oral 

One of his favourite places in the world is being nestled between someone's thighs. If you spent the night with him there is a very high chance that you wake up with his mouth on you. If you are into it though he loves having his cock worshipped. He loves watching his partner take him in their mouth and lose themselves in pleasuring him is almost as good as indulging himself. He is also a big fan of 69ing; he likes being on the bottom and having his partners use his mouth and his face to get off, even priding himself on managing to distract them from his cock.

P = Pace 

He does exactly what you need exactly when you need it and not a moment before. His goal is always the most pleasure for everyone involved so he takes that seriously. He slowly builds the pace as things get more and more heated. If you prefer slow and intense he has got you and if you prefer to get absolutely railed he will deliver that too.

Q = Quickie 

When he was younger he was much more into seizing the moment and having someone then and there but now he much prefers to take his time. 

R = Risk 

He is willing to take a risk with trying something new, able to find pleasure and enjoyment in a variety of different ways but when it comes to safety he takes no risks at all. He is never willing to put himself or his partners in any danger.

S = Stamina 

His stamina is considerable, even a satanic pope needs a little help as he gets older. He is a big fan of cock rings, for the enhanced pleasure and the stamina boost. Foreplay is an important part of sex for him so his partners might orgasm multiple times before or if penetrative sex even happens.

T = Toys 

He has a box under the bed for sure. His open mindedness definitely stretches to the use of toys. He has a bit of everything on hand in case it is needed, vibrators, straps, restraints. He isn’t particularly fond of gags because he loves to hear his partners begging and moaning for him. The toy that gets the most frequent use is a cock ring. He likes to take his time and a little help with stamina is never a bad thing. His favourite toy for the bedroom though not many people know about it are some luxurious silk restraints. He isn’t opposed to tying his partner up and having his way with them but these are specifically for him. It’s not very often he would give someone else this much control but when he does it is incredible for both of them.

U = Unfair 

He loves to tease he knows exactly how far to push his partner for the most pleasurable pay off but that can feel like absolute torture when he wont let up. One day he will be edging you to the point of insanity and then another day he might over stimulate you until you can no longer think. You may whine that he is unfair while you are at his mercy but you will always be back and begging for more.

V = Volume 

He is very vocal muttering sweet nothings, praising how you look, how good you are for him. He talks you through it, asking infuriating questions and forcing you to answer. Then when he starts to lose himself he will mutter to himself, grunt as he bottoms out, moan as you tighten around him and swear up a storm when you finally come together.

W = Wild card 

If you do ever get the honour of him allowing you to take control then you will see a very different side to him. He won't put up any resistance not when you have gained his trust so thoroughly but he will be more subdued then you might be used to. He will be quieter as you explore his body, leaving marks on his neck, gripping his thighs, nuzzling his belly. You tell him how perfect he is, how you love every part of him, how well he usually look after you and how well you are going to look after him now it is his turn. He will slowly come apart beneath your hands until he is begging and pleading you for more and you will give him all the praise and adoration that he deserves.

X = X-ray

He's on the shorter side (around 5ft6) but he has never had any insecurities about that. Through mist of his adult life he was fairly slim despite having a weakness for indulgences. Though they did begin to catch up with him in his later years, his stomach and thighs softening with age. As previously mentioned he is an unapologetically hairy guy and he wears it with pride. His cock is average sized abut 5-6" but it is pretty, a slight taper at the tip and the foreskin and head turn the loveliest shade of pink when he is aroused. His balls are a good handful and as hairy as the rest of him and he has a lovely round butt despite it being hidden by his suit and robes most of the time.

Y = Yearning 

It fluctuates and is very much tied to his state of mind. When he is happy and relaxed he will be up for almost anything, feeding off his partner's desire for him. When he is unhappy and stressed he would seek out his partners more often for distraction and reassurance although if pressed he would probably just prefer a nice cuddle. He struggles to ask for what he needs though so initiating sex seems like the best route to take, even if after the fact he can feel slightly resentful that his partner didn’t identify what he was really seeking from them. 

Z = Zzz 

He is usually pretty wired after sex, needing to take some time to wind down and tend to his partner and to himself. He isn’t going to relax enough to sleep until he has done everything he feels he needs to for his partner to be comfortable. With casual hook ups I imagine he doesn’t end up sleeping at all as he is unable to find that peace. 

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vampetua who only feeds from you on sacred nights—equinoxes, solstices, feast days. he drinks from your wrist, never your neck. (you make him beg to feed from your thighs when the mood strikes.) he's docile for hours after, drunk on your lifeblood, whispering half-coherent nothings in your lap while you sit drowsy and dazed, stroking his soft curls.

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The brain has melted my WHAT

I have so many ideas bouncing around whatever remains of my brain in this weather but the brain has melted my heat far too much for me to write anything :( a curse

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Sorry if this is an odd one but what do you think each of the Papa's biggest sexual fantasies are?

Thank you very much! Keep up the good work. Love you❤️

oooo good one. these are my thoughts, personally (nsfw minors dni):

Primo: anything involving cock worship, I think. my man is canonically hung and, though he doesn't necessarily boast about it around the Ministry (not any more, he's too old to show off), he really likes when is partner is Into It. lots of kissing along his shaft, drooling a little as you whisper "oh Primo, it's so big...!" yeah, that gets him off real good. of course, when you're done, he will return the favour...

Secondo: no way he doesn't appreciate shibari. he loves trussing you up and hanging you from one of the purpose-built hooks in his room, studying you like a work of art before he gives you the most intense orgasm of your life. also doesn't mind being the one tied up either, he's pretty kinky. enjoys you putting his arms in a box tie so you can set the pace when riding him, also because it shows how much trust there is between the two of you.

Terzo: ooooo out in public. he really gets off on the idea of fucking you somewhere the two of you could be caught. pulling you into the confessional when he's on duty and bouncing you in his lap, maybe even when another Sibling enters in to confess... shoving his fingers in your mouth to quieten you down... he cums so hard his head spins. you can get him back though, slipping under his desk when you know he has a meeting and sucking him with such enthusiasm that his nails rip the leather arms of his chair...

Copia: my baby boy. my fav. he is into breeding. oh, he so badly wants to put a baby in you. goes insane at the idea of you growing round with his child, getting some sort of primal, innate connection to you like that. even if the two of you don't have the compatible parts to get pregnant, he still loves the roleplay of it. if you ask him "gonna put a baby in me, copia?" while he's inside he will lose control, fucking you until you're full, then fingering his cum back inside you, "so it takes, amore mio."

Perpetua: he is a creature, this is just True to me. he loves a bit of primal play, so long as you consent to it. chasing you down through a forest, knowing that you will be caught; his limbs are too long, legs too fast, sense of smell too sharp to let you get away. throws you down on the soft mulch of the forest floor and buries his mouth between your legs to scent and pleasure you until you're the one howling. only when he thinks you can't take any more overstimulation does he finally slide inside and let himself finish too.

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Post Concert Vibes 💜🙂‍↕️🦇

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I have so many ideas bouncing around whatever remains of my brain in this weather but the brain has melted my heat far too much for me to write anything :( a curse

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Somewhere under the ministry...

I tried... I just can't get this to look right to me though.

Long rambling text about my "lore" for this beneath the cut, plus the usual close ups.

The undercroft extends for miles, carved into the mountainside (upon which the ministry sits) by hundreds of low level ghouls over a millennia. A labyrinth containing catacombs, the burial chambers of long forgotten clergy members, summoning chambers, vaults, and all manner of secrets from the ministry's long history.

While most of the undercroft dates to the middle ages, sections of it saw extensive renovation during the industrial revolution, as the ministry "modernised" it's ancient headquarters.

One product of this renovation was the effigy shown above, built into the ministry's plumbing and underfloor heating and located above the entrance to the Papal summoning chamber. It is believed to have been modelled in the likeness of the Papa of the time. However very little is known about this Papa, as their name and title and any record of their achievements while in office was destroyed for reasons only known to the Sister/Frater/Sibling Imperator and their aides.

Papal candidates (like Perpetua here) must pass beneath the effigy, before they are sealed into the chamber for their trials. Some never re-emerge, consumed by unbound ghouls or other Eldrich horrors from the pit.