#papa emertius

[tasty-ribz]

Remember to sin all year round not just for one month

[iamplanetaryghoul]

“Do you think dew is sad that he’s still touring and separated from copia” I think he’s thrilled he gets to be frater’s little spy and torment perpetua for that old man.

[honeyillustrates]

are you ready to swear, right here right now, before the devil?

TOMTORD X GHOST GHOULS :)

[theunholybastard]

Happy V-Day! ❤️ (Papa V Perpetua x Female!Reader)

Tags: Orgy, Voyeurism, Sloppy Seconds, Safe Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Nipple Play, Biting/Hickies, Mutual Pining

The air feels thick and heavy. The Chapel reeks of sex. People I pass by every day are bent over pews, spread wide open, bare and dripping with sweat. I pity the poor bastard in charge of cleaning up tomorrow. The cacophony of moans and the slapping of dozens of skins made it hard to think straight, the deafening, discordant mixture of sounds reverberating off the walls, echoing obscenely. But of all the wet and willing people there, I was only here for one in particular. Perpetua.

I've had a thing for him for quite a while now, since he was first sworn into the Papacy. I locked eyes with him during the ceremony, and since then, I've been smitten. He was a mysterious one, that's for sure, never speaking more than a few words to me at a time, but his gaze on me lingered for just a bit too long before he left the room. Even after all this time, I couldn't tell if he felt the same way, or if his eyes were lying to me. I intended on finding that out tonight. At the very least, maybe I could get a quick fuck.

I could see him now, though I expected him to be enjoying himself within an eager Sibling of Sin (or two) by now. I didn't expect him to be still mostly clothed, reclining in an arm chair, pants unbuttoned just enough to take some pressure off of his erection. He swished around a glass of red wine, just watching it all unfold for the most part, occasionally handing out more condoms or lube to other patrons in need, or glancing at his phone to check the time. If watching was all he wanted to do, then I'll try your damndest to put on one hell of a show for him. 

Before today, I had never been to an orgy before. Usually I'd be spending my Valentine's Day drowning myself in cheap wine, eating a tub of ice cream while a comfort show played quietly in the background, turning it into a 'self care day' to distract myself from my lack of a sex life. So needless to say, this was way outside of my comfort zone. One thing I knew for sure was that I probably shouldn't still have my clothes on.

Feeling out of place, I began to undress, growing progressively less nervous with the less clothes I had on. No one had turned their gaze to me yet, too caught up in everything else going on to even notice I was there, which somehow made me feel better. But at some point I'm going to have to jump right in and make a move, right? How daunting. Luckily I didn't need to. Standing there, naked and shivering, looking around the room dumbly, I stuck out like a sore thumb, and caught the eye of a Brother of Sin I had met maybe once or twice before, now headed in my direction. I swear I knew his name, but I'm completely blanking on it now that I'm seeing him completely nude, casually waving at me as if his dick wasn't still leaking onto the floor of the room I say my daily prayers in.

"First time?" He asked, though I could hardly hear him over the sound of furniture squeaking. I nodded.

"Y-yeah. Well, not my 'first time', period, heh...!" I laughed nervously. "Like, OBVIOUSLY I've had sex before, just not... I mean... i-it's just my first orgy, yeah..." He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back a smile, politely nodding along to whatever bullshit was spilling out of my mouth.

"I know what you meant." He coughed, clearly hiding a snicker. "It's a lot to take in for a newbie, I know... No pun intended. But y'know, Papa's handing out condoms over there..." He pointed in his direction. "And if you want somebody to help you get started, well..." He confidently gestured to himself, waving his hands down his torso, which I will admit, was quite chiseled. He wasn't exactly what I was looking for here, but that's not to say I didn't find him attractive. He'll do for now. I bit my lip. "Lead the way, then." I purred.

We approached Perpetua mid-sip, choking on his wine the second he laid eyes on me. "Sister." He coughed, playing it off smoothly. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"A pleasant surprise, I hope." I smiled. He nodded slowly, looking lost in thought. "You bet." He said under his breath. I could've sworn I saw his cock twitch as he spoke. My 'date' spoke up. "Papa, pass me a rubber, would you?" He stuck his hand out expectantly. Perpetua finally glanced in his direction, as if he didn't even notice him at first. Once he did, I saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, looking him up and down before begrudgingly placing a condom in his hand. The packaging read, 'ribbed for her pleasure.' How thoughtful.

I picked the pew closest to Perpetua, making sure he got the most intimate view of this as possible. I could feel his gaze still on me, but pretended not to notice as I laid back, legs spread and ready. The guy (I swear I'll remember his name eventually) fumbled with himself as he lazily rolled the condom on, not waiting another second before sliding into me. The lack of foreplay was disappointing, but not surprising. The dry stretch of my walls made me wince at first; I mean, the guy barely gave me enough time to get going! Eventually, with a little spit and some prayer, it started to actually feel... alright. Not great, not bad, just... alright.

I was playing up most of my moans, getting a bit obnoxious with how loud I was being, as if I was having the time of my life, as if I couldn't at all do better than this with my hands. I think Perpetua could tell I was faking, too. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, looking at me with an eyebrow cocked and his free hand conveniently covering his junk. My fingers danced across my flesh, trailing down my sternum and to my nipples, twisting and playing with them. The pleasured noises I was making were actually real this time, little gasps and whimpers escaping my puffed lips as my fingertips twirled across the sensitive buds. Perpetuas jaw clenched.

My plan was working, but barely. I had to escalate. With one hand still toying with myself, I used the other to grab the guy I was with by the hair, pulling him down for a sloppy, depraved kiss. Our tongues battled each other ruthlessly, the combined drool dribbling down my cheek. "You're so big." I groaned into the kiss, hopefully loud enough for a certain someone to hear. That was a lie, of course. I mean, there was nothing particularly wrong with his length. It was fine, but just fine, nothing more. It didn't reach as deep as I wanted it to, didn't hit the spot I so desperately wanted it to hit.

And just like that, he was finished. One more pump, and it all came spilling out, releasing a quiet exhale as he, well, released. I could hardly believe it. He led me to think he was a seasoned veteran in the world of orgies, and that was it? He panted hotly in my ear. "Did you cum?" He rasped. You're kidding me. I just hummed and nodded, whatever ends this awkward interaction the fastest. He smiled like he accomplished something and pulled out, tossing the condom in the nearest trashcan as he left me there. "See you at Mass tomorrow!" Was all he said before disappearing into the crowd.

I laid there for a moment, composing myself. So much for putting on a show, I thought to myself. That was five lousy minutes of my life I could've spent eating a pint of Rocky Road in my apartment. As I got up to leave, deciding to call this whole night a bust, I felt a gentle hand tap my shoulder. I looked up to see what (or who) I wanted all along; Perpetua, cock finally freed from its confines, pants long gone and head red and throbbing angrily. His expression was calm, though I could tell it was taking him great effort not to moan with every twitch of his manhood.

"Didn't you want to cum, doll?" He asked sincerely. I shuddered excitedly, gulping harshly against the lump forming in the back of my throat. "More than anything." I replied hoarsely. He smirked, falling to his knees and lowering his head down to my waist, his face hovering over my wet flesh like I was made of glass.

"May I do the honor?" He looked up at me with an almost pleading look in his eyes, breathing heavily, like he wanted to swallow me whole right there.

"Please."

His tongue darted out faster than I could have anticipated, delving deep within my folds, circling, prodding, and borderline fucking my hole with his mouth. The suddenness made my breath catch in my throat, emitting a strangled, gutteral sound I've never heard myself make before. I blushed, embarrassed, but he just kept going faster, deeper, like my moans were his fuel. He lapped up my wetness as if my cunt was a delicacy, like he's been desperate and starved of this moment his whole life. I pulled at his hair, reaching for something, anything to keep me stable, which just motivated him all the more, his low growls sending vibrations directly to my clit. I was already losing my mind, and I could tell he was too.

When I finally came, it was like the world had stopped, everything else around me frozen in time. My blurred vision made everything feel like it was in slow motion. I couldn't hear myself, I couldn't think, I couldn't control my own body. I might've lost consciousness for a bit there, but he brought me back down to reality just as quickly as he took me away, pressing light, yet unbelievably overstimulating kisses on my swollen clit. He only pulled off of me when I pushed his head back weakly, shaking with every movement.

While I recovered, he rolled a condom on, and waited. He waited until I caught my breath, till I could see straight, till every last shock wave had died down. He stood in between my legs, cock in hand, fingers wrapped tightly around the base, patiently waiting for permission. "Fuck me." I whispered. My walls welcomed him as he slid inside me, clenching and fluttering around his thickness. I was already stretched out before from my previous lackluster fucking, but this was much different. He was huge, filling me in ways I've never been filled before, hitting spots I didn't even know I had.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, yet firm. Unlike my previous encounter with Mr. No-Name, who preferred humping wildly until it was over before it even began. No, Perpetua took his time, like he wanted me to feel each individual stroke of his shaft, every little twitch. His body pressed against mine, his skin oddly frigid, but I didn't mind, especially not when a calloused hand reached over to rub my neglected clit, stroking me at the same pace he was fucking me. His other hand held my legs up, quickly hooking them over his shoulders, allowing him even deeper.

"You're so f-fucking... s-so much tighter than I imagined..." He huffed, head buried in the crook of my neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh in between praises. His words went straight to my head, a wave of confidence, or more likely cockiness, washing over me.

"O-oh, yeah? S-so you're saying you've imagined this before?" I giggle deliriously. He grunts. "F-fuck. Yes. Is that so wrong?" I shake my head.

"M-me too." I admit. He hisses, his eyes scrunched tightly together in concentration, his cock kicking inside of me. I can feel it, he's getting close, but he's holding back. Holding back for my sake, or for his, I don't know, but all I do know is that he's desperate for release, and I intend to deliver. "How long have you fantasized about me, Papa? How long have you been wanting to fuck me?"

"D-don't make me answer that."

"Cmon, don't get shy on me. D-do you want me to tell you first? Do you wanna know how long I've wanted you?" He bites down on my neck, not too hard, but enough to make me gasp. He nods feverishly. "S-since your inauguration. When I first saw you in those fucking robes... Though I have to say, y-you look much better with nothing on at all." He whined sharply.

"Please."

"Please what, Papa?"

"Y-you're driving me insane, angel. If you k-keep talking like that, I'm gonna... oh, f-fuck...!" His body relaxed as he practically melted into me, thick, warm seed filling the condom, though part of me wished it was flooding my cunt instead. Fuck, just the thought of it, paired with the feeling of warmth through the thin rubber, his cock twitching violently, and his last meager thrusts hitting the back of my cervix just right, it was enough to spiral me into a second orgasm, even more world-ending than the first.

We shudder together, sweaty skin sticking together like glue as we cum in sync. He mutters something unintelligible, sounding like praises, a prayer, I'm not sure exactly. His mind is completely gone at this point, and so is mine. With neither of us being able to move, we lay together like this for a moment, half-asleep, until we can both come back down to earth. Perpetua is the first to speak, slurred, but clear enough for me to understand.

"S-shit. Felt so fucking good. No wonder Brother Angelo didn't last long..." He chuckled. Oh, so that was his name. Not that it matters now. I laughed, running my fingers through his dampened hair as he attempted to sit up straight.

"You never answered me, Papa." I smirk playfully.

"Hm?"

"How long have you wanted to do that?" He paused for a moment, like he was contemplating giving me the answer.

"Since my inauguration day. The second I saw you."

"What?!" I beam, surprised. "You too?" He nodded, grinning ear-to-ear. "We made eye contact from across the room. Don't you remember?" I nodded. "You looked so beautiful. And your habit was just a size or two too tight on you... It left nothing to the imagination." My cheeks went beet red.

"I was meaning to get it resized."

"Please don't."

-

[ghulehunknown]

[jessigrino]

Well I have two tickets for the concert but I do not have this ugly bstrd so...

[pumpkinpeasyy]

"A higher power underground

From seraph skies and now to chaos bound

He is sitting sacred and profound

In midst of sinners licking up to kiss his crown"- Majesty

[starsundermyflesh]

finding out there are homophobic ghost fans is like finding out there are racist like fans of idk obama i couldn't think of a good analogy but ykwim. are we watching the same band...