I saw GHOST live back in february and finally got around to drawing this imagine in my head!
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I saw GHOST live back in february and finally got around to drawing this imagine in my head!
Business in the front, skeletal remains in the back...
Me when I’m satanized
I know an entire fandom who'd like to do that, actually.
Ghost | The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon
Papa V Perpetua | Philadelphia, PA
Papa V Perpetua | Philadelphia, PA
TOP HAT. TOP HAT. TOP HAT.
Tonight is not the first time you wake up with Papa V Perpetua burying himself deep inside of you. And you pray it won’t be the last.
You gasped for air, like you were emerging from the ground, and not a dream drenched in him. And you whined, the phantasms now seeping into the waking world as a wet pair of pijama bottoms.
He had them torn from your thighs before he barged inside with no ceremony and all of his devotion.
“Don’t you dare act shy,” he snarled into the side of your neck. “You’ve soaked the sheets in your sleep.” With an arm hooked under your knee to lift your leg, and the other coiling around your chest, he thrust like he was trying to tenderise you.
“It hurts,” your words are pushed out with each clap of his hips against your ass. “It hurts. So. Good.” You search for his lips, for a soft spot of his, but his mouth is behind your ear, a soft spot of your own.
“Yes,” he hissed, holding himself still for a short moment that pulled a long mewl out of you. “You like it when it hurts,” he pressed you into the pillow, straddling your thighs as he drilled himself that much deeper inside. “You want me to hurt you.”
You did. You wanted the memory to haunt you through the night and into the morning, you wanted the bruises to bring you back all that pain when you pressed them. You needed to feel the echos of the pleasure Papa bestowed upon you during each waking moment.