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Don't be fooled by the goofy memes...This blog is mostly 18+ Explicit NSFW horny-ass shit, so NO MINORS

*All of these and more are also on my AO3*

MY ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! (As long as you don't mind waiting 6 months for me to answer) Ask me questions, give me feedback, make special requests, feed me prompts, or aimlessly ramble about whatever.

Just please be kind, I am from the 1900s and I am fragile.

I'll write about any Papa, Mary Goore, or even the occasional Ghoul. (I'll happily write about TF too if you ask, but I don't post rpf fics here.)

I am most comfortable writing for female main characters or readers, but I'll do gender neutral if you prefer. And as far as kinks go there is almost nothing that makes me too uncomfortable, but I will respectfully decline if it's something I don't know enough about to do it justice.

And let me know if you want to be added to my taglist. You can request specific Papas or tropes too.

Full list of fics under the cut...

Click on the masterlists for fic summaries and links

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #papa i #papa i meme #primo #primo meme #grandpa fingerbang #tw dead papa

bookish-lavender

your beauty never ever scared me

NSFW, Perpetua x gn!reader, 2.6k words.

Summary: A sequel to Creature Feature--some time after your first glimpse of your boyfriend's strange other self, you have a much more intimate encounter with the creature...

A/N: It’s always Creature Perpetua Month somewhere, right? Thank you @lycanthra for putting it together!

You’re alone in bed, you know that much. Is it your own bed? No, wait, what day is it? Saturday? You stayed at Perpetua’s, didn’t you?

Yes, there’s that lingering feeling that says Perpetua was here, repeatedly and thoroughly. This is his bed, you recognize the feel of the sheets. But why is it so cold? Where’s your living heated blanket?

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #copia #copia meme #papa iv #papa iv meme #cardi c #cardinal copia #frater imperator #shitghosting

infernalpslams-deactivated20210

the little “heh heh” tobias does reblog if you agree

danse-macabre-ballerina

#tobias forge #the band ghost

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #cardi c #copia #copia meme #papa iv #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator #shitghosting

anavfk

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #papa v perpetua #papa v perpetua meme #papa v #papa v meme #perpetua #perpetua meme

genderlessghoul

I hate to be that person, but someone had to bring it back.

I think we all collectively moved on from this one way too fast

missamori

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV | Frater Imperator/Papa V Perpetua, Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV | Frater Imperator/Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus III/Papa V Perpetua Characters: Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV | Frater Imperator, Papa V Perpetua, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus I Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Twincest, Sibling Incest, Uncle/Nephew Incest, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Blow Jobs, asexual!perpetua, Asexual Character, Penetrative Sex, Voyeurism, probably a bit ooc but shhhh its okay Series: Part 10 of C x P fics Summary:

If Terzo had a nickel for every time one of his nephews expressed a sexual, deviant interest in him, he’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice.

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copviiia on this fine sunday? anyone? it’s fresh outta the oven ;-)

haunted-ammonite

Fic offering for the fic gods

Gen fic, probably R-rated for general horribleness. Did someone order Cardi whump? With a side of sleep paralysis demon Terzo?

Trigger warnings for threats of violence and probably at least 2d12 emotional damage

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a-perpetual-rise

ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

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spectralfan

First attempt at procreate. My Instagram handle is the same if you're interested 👉🖤👈

oldonemaster

HQ thigh jiggles Vid by @guttersnarls

iinchicore

papa v perpetua | black sabbath's back to the beginning gig (2025)

INTO THE EYES OF FIRE

When the newly appointed Papa Emeritus IV comes upon a young Sister of Sin still mourning his predecessor, he is determined to show her the true power of his position and prove to her who the true Papa is

So the gist of this is 'What if a fic wasn't Papacest, or Papawich, but a secret third option that's somehow...more unsettling? The Terzo widows are not going to like this and Copia's going to get real disrespectful. Pretty much everything in this is borderline problematic, so don't read unless you're prepared for that.

18+ Explicit (2,816 words) Cardinal Copia x fem!afab!Sister of Sin x Portrait of Terzo? TW Dubious Everything

[Terzo is Newly Dead, Copia is a Hater, Mira is Legal But Barely, Mention of Underage Masturbation, Age Difference/Power Imbalance, Dubious Con/Coercion, Corruption Kink For Sure, Semi-Public Sex, Forced Masturbation, Fingering, Squirting, P in V Sex, Dirty Talk/Degradation, Problematic Everything]

Read on AO3

To her the small gallery connected to the Chapel had been a place of solace ever since she'd been a small child growing up in the Ministry orphanage. During Primo's time as Papa she was still young enough that her curfew has strictly enforced. Generally an abider of rules, no one suspected that she would sneak from her bed long after the lights went out to stand in front of his portrait, viewing him less as the malevolent bringer of unholy destruction, and more like the grandfatherly figure she'd never known. Oh, how she wished for him to choose her to be his assistant whilst tending to his cherished blossoms, maybe even to be trusted to care for them while he was away on tour. And though the idea of Primo having a tea party with a precocious young girl was laughable in hindsight, in her mind it was very real. By Secondo's ascension she was just enough older to have more freedom, and being able to spend as much of the time not devoted to her duties or schooling as she liked devouring the tomes in the Ministry library opened her eyes to a great many things. But the more she learned, the more questions she had. Ever the worldly and wise father figure, she came to the picture of Secondo with all her curiosities. And though he couldn't give her the answers she craved, he always listened in a way that no one else did. When Terzo's image appeared in its prestigious position on the wall, something changed in her. Time had marched on and she was on the cusp of womanhood by then, with all its complications and hungers. His mismatched eyes pierced into her in a way that the others hadn't, like he could see through her skin and directly into her soul. She yearned to drop to her knees in worship before him, to feel the supple leather of his glove against her cheek and the soft skin of his cock against her tongue as she took unholy communion. And it was in that very spot in the gallery, in front of his benevolent supervision, free of judgement, that she coaxed the first orgasm from her young body, the first of many he would inspire without even knowing it. Now she sat again on the worn, dusty bench, left neglected since Terzo had been dethroned though the painting remained. The lustful longings of her younger self were the farthest thing from her mind, replaced with the dull ache of mourning that never seemed to fade, though she'd long since run out of tears to cry for him. And beyond the constant sting of the loss, since she'd recently come of age, the time had come for a difficult decision to be made. Should she transition to taking her vows as a Sibling of Sin as so many of the foundlings chose to, or leave the only home she'd ever known and venture out on her own? The question hung heavy on her mind and the deadline to make her choice menacing ahead, closer by the day.

His smile widened, but there was an unmistakably green smolder behind his eyes. "You had, eh...A bit of a crush?" She bit at her bottom lip nervously, smoothing back stray tresses to hide her flustered reaction to his words. "I suppose so." She could feel his warm breath on her neck, what little distance was left between them shrinking and stealing the air from her lungs. "And were you...Attracted?...Aroused?" The low purr of his voice was making it hard for her to think clearly and words were tumbling out of her mouth beyond her control. "Yes...I-I wasn't sure what I was feeling...It was new." "Heart beating a little faster in your...ample young bosom?" She tried to ignore the way his eyes wandered over her body, leering and predatory, but it was growing more difficult by the second. "Y-Yes." "And what did you do with these new feelings, little one?" His lips barely brushed against her pulse point, just enough to make her stomach start to flutter. "Did you touch yourself?" Her breath caught in her chest, and she cursed herself internally for her body's visceral reaction to his nearness, his warmth against her exposed flesh, the friction of leather sliding up her inner thigh. "Sweet lamb, there is no need to be embarrassed. What you were feeling and what you did are both very natural. A young woman's relationship with her Papa is a very special thing. I only hope that someday you consider me your Papa, eh?" His palm slid over supple flesh, barely reaching her apex before retreating again, giving the faintest of feather-light brushes against the growing wet spot on her panties only to leave her trembling from the sensation. "Papa?...W-What are you doing?" She knew she should put a stop to whatever was happening. She was an adult now, wasn't she? And perfectly capable of setting clear boundaries. And yet...Every motion of his skilled hands only made her legs spread wider to give him better access to his prize. Her eyes popped open when his hand disappeared suddenly, gently nudging under her chin to force her focus to his piercing, mismatched eyes. "Shhh, little one...Just let Papa make you feel good." He pressed his lips to hers, soft but claiming, and when he felt her body shiver and relax he slid his hand under her skirt and hooked a finger into the waistband of her modest white cotton underwear, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to help her shift enough for him to slide them down her shapely legs. She looked up to her beloved Papa with pleading eyes as if he might come to life and rescue her, save her from her own wanton desires. "What a shame he never truly saw you like this," he muttered against her ear as he bunched up the hem of her habit against her quivering stomach. "Such a lovely pussy...So plump and pink...So desperate for pleasure...So ready to be used and defiled in Satan's name..."

Her focus remained on Terzo's handsome but stern face, too afraid to look into the eyes of the man who held her in place with an iron grip, panic bubbling in her gut, arousal pooling hot and aching in her core. He brought her tiny fingers to his mouth, wetting them on his tongue before pressing them against her clit and guiding her to stroke and rub it gently. "Show me, angel. Show me how you touched yourself when you were here alone. When you thought of Papa's tongue...Papa's fingers...Papa's cock inside you..." His last words made her moan, letting her trembling thighs fall open wider. He pulled one across his lap, giving him a better view and access to her dewed sex, his erection pressing hard and pulsing against her plush thigh. "Show him." He waited for her to find a steady rhythm, slow circles around the eager bud that swelled under her touch. He kissed her with growing possession, breaking to give her soft words of encouragement until her lips fell slack, only able to pant ragged breaths into his open mouth. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers now," he said calmly. "Are you ready for me?" "Y-Yes, Papa...I'm ready..." Her eyelids fluttered closed and she tried to focus on the pressure building in her core and block out the lewdness of it all. "Just p-please be gentle." He slid just his middle finger into her at first and she took it easily, already so dripping wet and teetering on the verge of orgasm. "More, little one?" She nodded with a needy whimper and his first digit was joined by a second. He felt her breath catch with a tiny mewl, but the sting of the new stretch dissipated into pure heat, and before long her hips were bucking to meet every pump of his deft fingers. Her own touch was faltering, her strokes growing more erratic, and the sensation of his knuckles breaching through her tightening entrance only became more intense with each snap of her hips, her free hand twisting in the silk of his shirt until her knuckles turned white. "Is this how you pictured it?," he growled as he felt her body start to shake, her inner walls clenching as he stroked the sensitive, spongy spot within. "Writhing and pleading like a little slut?...Wishing your tiny fingers were thick, gloved ones instead?...Now look at you...And all with your beloved Papa watching your sweet little pussy getting stretched open for another..." Her head fell to his shoulder when the sensation overtook her. "Y-Yes, Papa...Oh, yes..." "Cum for him now, sweet girl. Show him how much pleasure his successor can give your little body." She cried out weakly, muffled against the muscular pillar of his neck, her whole body wracked with tremors, her release gushing violently and pooling on the marble tile between her feet. She clamped down so hard around him that he had no choice but to hold his hand still, rocking her gently through each lingering spasm until she was limp and whimpering in his arms. "My angel...You have done well...Very well...," he praised. "You cum so beautifully...So perfectly..." He held his hand up in front of her face, her juices running in thick streams that he lapped up from the buttery leather. "And so much nectar...All for Papa." He stood up suddenly, leaving her to slump in her seat while she fought to catch her breath. He approached the painting, facing Terzo eye to eye with a satisfied grin. "Don't you wish you had been able to taste her first, eh? Here you go, Papa. Buon appetite, stronzo." He smeared her slick across his predecessor's painted face with a grim chuckle before turning back to his young conquest.

Clutching her hands and pulling her to her feet onto wobbly legs, he positioned her without any resistance to lean forward and brace herself against the frame of the portrait. pressing himself tightly against his back to keep her still. "I have been waiting quite some time for you, little one." He rolled her skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs farther apart with one hand and placing the other on the small of her back, encouraging her to arch for him. "I am going to enjoy feeling your tight little flower taking every inch of me..." The sobering realization hit her like ice water, and the shameful lust she'd felt only moments ago was replaced with fear. "But I...But I...Papa, I've never-" He stroked and squeezed her haunches as if he was trying to tame a frightened animal, but his voice was an ominous, rumbling threat. "You do not want to disappoint your Papa, do you?" Things were moving too fast, too much out of her control. "No..." "That is what I thought." Her hands left her for a moment once he was satisfied that she wouldn't try to escape, and she could hear the unmistakable metallic sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric behind her. "Then let Papa show you what your little body is made for." She pinched her eyes shut when she felt the heat and pressure of his swollen head against her entrance, whispering a useless, barely audible prayer to the Dark Lord for mercy. He entered her in one long, slow thrust until he felt her tense and squeeze the polished wood under her hands. "P-Papa...Please...It h-hurts..." "I know, my dear, I know. I promise it will feel good soon." He circled his hips slowly, giving her time to relax, for the sharp sting to fade into a throbbing ache, pleasure and pain warring inside her straining walls. But he didn't wait for her to be ready, too full of blood-lust by then to think of anything but his own pleasure and pride and glaring smugly at the face above. Once he started pumping into her tight spongy depths it was like lighting gasoline with a match and her pained whimpers fell on deaf ears.

"That's it...That's it...," he grunted, wrapping his hand around her neck to force her into an even more bowed, contorted position. "Show him how much you love giving your cunt to Papa." Tears were pooling in her eyes, more from the grief than the pain. And yet every time he pulled out of her snug grip she awaited the next slam of his hips into hers like an addict craving their next hit. "Who is your Papa now?," he panted, leaning forward to huff it against her ear but still leering up into Terzo's towering presence as he pounded into her tender flesh. "Y-You...You are...," she whimpered, voice breaking pitifully. He twisted her hair around his leather-clad fist and yanked her head up to force her focus on the deposed man's face, still dripping with her release. "Don't tell me, whore, tell him!" "H-He's my Papa now," she groaned. "Tell him who your pussy belongs to," he growled. "Say it!" Tears were spilling down her cheeks by then, shame burning them while nausea twisted in her gut and her walls tightened and started to quiver. "My pussy is his now...I'm his..." Her strained words only made him fuck into her harder and deeper than ever, and the intensity making her vision blur, a loud ragged scream parting her lips and echoing through the sacred hall, the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt quaking through her entire body. He pulled out abruptly, releasing his iron grip on her and letting her crumple to the floor, fucking into his fist and spraying a thick, abundant stream of his seed across the portrait with an animalistic roar. And just like that, they were in silence. She looked up from where she'd fallen to see him spraying the last few spurts onto Terzo's elegant spats with a proud smile. He leaned in tight to the dead man's face, hissing just loud enough for her to hear. "Who is Papa now?" He looked down at her with cold, unfeeling eyes as he adjusted himself back into his sleek pants, smoothing back his hair and already looking like nothing at all had happened. "Perhaps I will call on you here again when my portrait is revealed. We can christen it together, eh?" He turned on his heels and strode out of the Chapel gallery, whistling a familiar tune as he went. And she collapsed, body still trembling through aftershocks, sobbing as Terzo loomed from above, unphased.

#notcopiiiayouperverts2026 #fauxpiiia if you will #the band ghost #ghost band smut #copia #copia smut #copia x sister of sin #papa iv #papa iv smut #papa iv x sister of sin #cardinal copia #portrait of terzo

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