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Rrrrrrrats will bring us back together again~ Ghost has brought me a lot of things, and today it brought an old dear friend back to me! LOVE YOU!!! She took all the pics, they belong to her! I sound like a stalker HAHA

I had the great pleasure of attending my first Ritual back in November. I honestly had no idea what I was getting myself into and once Rats started, I wished I’d had my actual camera. FUCKING HELL, what a night that was!

No Peeking

A writing prompt from @mypapacankickyourdaddysarse

Prompts were: Copia, Peeping Tom, and eye patch

Very NSFW

“Kneel.” One word, crisp and clear in the cool room. Though he ached from the exertion, he did as he was told. A soft smile bowed her fine mouth, his chest swelled with the knowledge that he had pleased her. “You did well tonight, Cardinal.” A fine hand slipped through his hair, undoubtedly a mess no matter how hard he had tried to smooth it down before presenting himself. This fine woman would not tolerate tardiness, no matter how much he might have wanted to disobey—he had to play his cards right.

Gentle fingers turned harsh as they gripped his hair, wrenching his neck to rest at an angle that brokered no room for a wandering mind.

“Keep being a little brat, Copia. Watch how quickly those sweet torments you love so much turn sour. I’ll give you a matching set. It would be such a shame, I’d miss seeing your lovely eyes. I might even make you perform blind. Wouldn’t that be something? We could make you into a marionette.” He swallowed hard, sweat soaked collar pulling at his throat while he tried to catch his breath. “Sister, I—!” Another sharp pull at his hair had him nearly tumbling backwards.

“That is not my title, not in here. You know better.”

“Yes, Mama. It will not happen again.” His voice was strained, half choked against all those layers wrapped around his neck. He had to wonder why he wanted something so elaborate, but it was only for a moment.

“Very good, Cardinal. You may loosen your collar, if you like. It must be stifling in there.” There was a deep laughter, a soft music in her voice as it rolled over him. She did not need steel in her tone to bend him. She did not need that soft leather collar he wore under his vestments, but he wore it so willingly. Leaning over him, she smoothed his hair, gentle now… And then the touch was gone. Red soled heels clicking away as he hurriedly opened his collar just enough to feel a spill of chilled air on his neck.

Her steps paused before turning back to him. He did not look up, obediently waiting for the next command. “I want you to cover your other eye. Leave the gauze over your left eye, but move the patch to your right. Then you may crawl to me.”

No sooner had the command been uttered than his eyes were covered and he picked his way forward on hands and knees. Eagerness made him bump, head first, into her knees. Head bowed, he would kiss her foot both in respect and anticipation. How far would she let him work up her legs tonight?

“Mama, may I…”

“Have you earned it? Do you think you’ve been good enough?” There was music compared to his soft croak. He sighed when she caressed his hair again, moaned when a gentle hand gripped tight once more. Nuzzling her knee, he turned his face up towards her, pleading and unseeing.

“Such pretty begging might get you somewhere, but not tonight.” The air was cold as she stepped away. He stayed there, knees starting to tingle against the hard stone floor. Those red soled shoes clicked almost cruelly away. He could hear a door open, quiet words. A chuckle from deep within her chest at whatever was being said. Envy rose in him. He had swallowed those sounds before, found flavor in ways he craved to taste again.

More laughter, a shuffling of cloth, and an incredibly sloppy kiss. It was fortunate they were behind him, there was a look of distaste twisting his mouth in a way Mama surely would have found obscene. The door closed with a heavy thud and a metallic clunk as the inquisition era lock slid into place.

There were two sets of shoes now: Mama’s strong staccato heels and hard soled leather. This close, he could hear everything. Eyes blinded and bound, he could smell her perfume: a subtly sweet scent of flowers, earth, and silk. The scent enveloped him as she deigned to kneel in front of him. Head bowed even lower, Mama cupped his face with such tenderness. He did not deserve such softness, but he did not dare to say otherwise. He certainly did not deserve the gentle kiss to his brow, his nose, his cheeks, his mouth. Licking his lips, he swore he could taste the remnants of her lipstick and… something else.

Paint. Paint and bittersweet clove smoke.

Copia’s body went rigid in protest.

“Cardinal. You will kneel here until I say otherwise. If you move from this spot, I will bind you and leave you tied until morning. You are not to make a sound. You will not look. You will not touch yourself. If you do, rough rope and cold iron will be the least of your worries.” Words formed in his throat. Some attempt at eloquent protest, but Mama was already gone. Swept up by the Third who dared to toss her onto her bed. She laughed, warm and low. The sound scorched his nerves.

The sounds he heard… Painted the most obscene and yet sublime image. He imagined all the filthy ways the Third took her. Made her writhe and wail. A truly good boy would not have peeped at his Mama doing such things and Copia was such a good boy…

Until he wasn’t.

There was such a lashing for the stains he had left in his trousers. How dare he look? How dare he disobey? But even the knowing eyes of all the clergy as he hissed whenever he sat wouldn’t wipe that pleased little smile off his face. It was all worth it for that satisfied smile on Mama’s face.

With Papa’s Guidance

Writing prompt from @anamelessmama

Prompts were Cardi, Papa III and stealing.

!This is VERY NSFW!

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It had been far too long. Mama had been gone for months with a group of Sisters, missionary work to spread the word of the Dark Lord. It was between tours but Papa Nihil refused to let him accompany them. That, is what led to his current situation, his cock buried deep in a sweet sinful young thing that growled orders and dominated him in her own way, but she wasn’t Mama.

Having made her cum several times he was aching for release. He began having trouble concentrating. He kept thinking of Mama and it made his cock twitch, painfully hard and engorged more with blood, making his body tense in anticipation and pain. He needed to hear it, he needed that command. He needed those words from sweet red lips, commanding him to cum. But this Sister wouldn’t do it, she was too focused on herself and he felt… left out of the coupling. The fact she insisted they do it on Mama’s bed didn’t help his tension either. He was shuddering and biting his lip when the door opened and startled him so badly he fell back, wet cock slapping sharply against his stomach.

Cardinal Copia scrambled to his knees, pushing away the sheets that tangled around his legs, head bowed as he struggled to catch his breath and mumble an apology. “Mama! W-welcome home! I-I–” His cheeks were burning red, his face felt like it was on fire. He shook in both fear and happiness, the pain forgotten for a moment at the thought of Mama punishing him. The thought almost made him drool, the meat between his knees did, leaving a wet mess on the sheets. A cool, soft gloved hand stopped his words and lifted his chin so he was staring at Papa III’s skull painted face. A smirk curving the man’s lips as he said, “Hmmm not Mama, Papa is here instead.”

The Sister was pulling the sheets to cover herself, suddenly demure and sweet, greeting Papa with batted eyelashes and a voice dripping with honey and promises. It was an act Papa saw through easily. He looked from her to Copia and asked him if this was the type of girl he liked to bury himself in when Mama wasn’t here to give him a hot wet place to play. They weren’t just words when Papa said them, he could use his voice to caress you anywhere you needed it. Not wanted, but needed. The imagery his words conjured had the two squirming, making Papa chuckle deep in his throat as he pulled the sheets from her and coaxed them both back into position.

He slipped behind Copia and pressed his harder body tight against his flushed back, so tight he could feel the muscles through the layers of cloth as they flexed. The Cardinal stammered as the gloved hands slid down his sides, Papa whispering so softly in his ear, complimenting him on a well toned body with impressive endowments. Papa leaned forward, pressing his weight against the other’s back and forcing Copia to lean over the panting Sister. the Third put his hands over Copia’s and slid them up the insides of the Sister’s thighs, over the top of her hip bones to grip her waist and pull her down onto his cock in one slow, smooth motion. The Cardinal bit back a moan but the girl wasn’t shy at all, it was obvious she liked the feeling of being entered and stretched open. Pulling the girl tight against Copia’s groin, they lifted her higher, resting her plump backside on Copia’s thighs so his cock was pulled down slightly, changing the angle and making the girl stretch and arch her back.

Papa tilted his head to press his painted lips against Copia’s ear again, whispering and coaxing him to move as the gloved hands moved from the girl’s body to the Cardinal’s, sliding softly over the slowly thrusting hips, down to lightly play against the root of his cock, pressing his fingers into it and stroking with the tips of his fingers before moving higher. He ground his groin against Copia’s bare ass, the feeling of his member hardening with every shift of his hips only made Copia breath harder. His body was being manipulated, Papa’s hands seemed to know all his hot spots without being told and between the Sister moaning and writhing on his cock, and Papa thrusting against him, guiding his body into her, he couldn’t help letting out a sweet moan.

The sound made Papa grin, whispering encouragement and feeding the Cardinal’s imagination with what would be done to him when they were alone. The pads of the soft gloved fingers rolled his tight little nipples firmly, almost hurting, just enough to send shocks of pleasure down his body to make his cock jump and swell inside the Sister as he arched over her, hands gripping fistfuls of the pillow. His hips rolled and thrust harder, shifting his weight and angle as Papa’s hips directed. He gasped when the hands went to his hips and gripped them tightly, nails digging through the soft cloth into his hip bones. Papa lifted away from his back to grind and thrust that thick, hard meat against the tense muscles of his ass, making Copia’s body jerk forward as if he were the one being plowed. Then Papa’s weight was against his sweating back again, bodies arching and grinding, showing the Cardinal what pleasures he had been missing.

The Third’s hands slid up over his sides, nails still digging into his flesh through the gloves as they scraped up his ribs and over his shoulder blades, over the back of his neck and forward over his throat where his fingers splayed and gripped his throat, squeezing slightly. Their bodies writhed and jerked in pleasure, Copia completely forgot the Sister screaming under him, muttering a prayer to the Dark Lord as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her muscles tightening around his aching cock, making him squirm and gasp. The pressure on his throat was a completely different level of pleasure and he pressed into it, swallowing hard against the grip. It wasn’t choking, it was more the same feeling of his collar, tight in just the right places, soft and comforting. Dear Satan he’d never even imagined Papa III could do this. He’d heard the screams coming from his room so many times but never imagined such pleasure, without anything more than grinding and guiding and touching…

Copia opened his eyes and saw the Sister through a haze of pleasure, flushed bright red and gasping for air between moans and soft wails of pleasure, she writhed and spasmed beneath them and Papa’s weight only forced Copia deeper into her. Still, he couldn’t cum, he ached to, but he needed Mama… “Hnnn Mama… Mama… please…” The desperate plea wasn’t even a whisper, just a gasp of breath but Papa heard it and smiled, nibbling on the Cardinal’s ear to hear him cry out and feel him squirm, twisting and grinding against the cleft of the Cardinal’s ass so he felt Papa’s heat and throbbing on his taint. He had total control of himself despite the hard throbbing ache in his slacks, but he knew the Cardinal did not, and he loved it. Licking the curve of his ear, he growled Copia’s name in a deep, breathless whisper, a hot kiss over the wet, flushed cheek as he commanded the Cardinal to cum.

ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩…

For the questions: 4 7 and 17 if youd like to! ~ cardi-c

ah thank you! 💕

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

ok the first thing that came to mind is the dumbest thing with my siblings that makes me laugh the most. basically whenever we're saying goodbye to each other, we'll go in for an overexaggerated hug and then just aggressively whisper insults at each other.

7. what scares you the most and why?

the main ones are probably the people i love dying, fire, and horses. in that order. maybe horses second. (in the words of jenny slate: "the feet are hammers.")

17. name 3 things that make you happy

my dog, music, and taking very ill-judged naps 💕

questions I think would be fun to be asked :)

ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔩𝔱, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱

𝔗 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 «𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰» 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔫

𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 ✨

ℨ𝔬𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔢𝔢𝔢 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔢𝔢𝔫…

Just a little cardi doodle from 4 in the morning loll

Honestly this is the best piece I’ve made in a while and wanted to try uploading to tumblr for the first time, i hope you guys like it! :)

Guys I’m going to my first Ghost ritual tomorrow! Ahhhhhhhh! I’m so excited 😆.

papa emeritus iv & nameless ghouls from the band ghost