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Ghost OOTD (Outfit of the Day)
Photo posts focusing on a specific costume. Usually one character (the twins may be combined). To find all posts: #ghost ootd or #ghost fit check
The Category Is...
Curated photo packs that focus on a specific theme in a small photo post (7-10 photos). Topics vary. Message me if you are wanting to see something specific. To find all posts: #the category is
Inside Plushiaverse
My take on what happens in the world of Plushia. This is a multiverse and Terzo exists here (as he should). To find all posts: #inside plushiaverse
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if you take requests for your manips, may i humbly request cardi on a fabio book cover?
Yes, that is something I can try.
If there is specific cover you have in mind, you can message it to me. Otherwise, it will be dealer’s choice.
Now when you say Cardi, which version. Cardinal, Papa or Frater?
I will make an attempt at most Papa x Insert but cannot guarantee it will always work. In this case, having a few cover options would be helpful. An additional note for this specific request is some covers are more of a painting instead of a photo but I will try to match the style.
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Sometimes, even with a sexy retired Anti-Pope in your bed, it's just too damn hot for hanky panky...But there's always the morning, right?
Last night was so hot. So damned hot and the A/C was fighting for it's life all night long. A cold shower and a fresh set of sheets helped, but I couldn't help but let my mind wander to sharing a bed with Cardi on a hot summer night. The need to be close to him versus the unrelenting temperature. Of course it has to end in a sweaty, panting encounter eventually. How could anyone resist?
PS. I accidentally typed 'let my mind water', which is actually more accurate...
[Established Relationship, Alcohol Consumption, Summertime Smut, Late Night Grinding/Thigh Riding, Praise, Ruined Orgasm Kinda, Early Morning Sex, Mild Somnophilia, Dirty Talk/Degradation, Established ConNonCon, Rough Sex, P in V Sex, Choking, Spanking, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare, Romantic Fluff]
Read on AO3
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The air conditioning was woefully ill-equipped to handle the sweltering humidity, especially in the Old Building that housed the Papal quarters. Even the highest ranking members of the Upper Clergy had to rely on cold showers and sleeping with five or six fans aimed at them at all time, and Frater and his significant other were no exception.
Working all day in the Ministry kitchens had left her brutally overheated that night. In the late summer months they did as much as they could with options that could be served cold, but when they inevitably had to boil water to make eggs or pasta, it didn't take much for the staff to end up on the verge of passing out in the poorly ventilated workspace. By the time she dragged herself back to their shared quarters after the dinner service, it was all she could do to take a shower with water as icy as she could stand it without going into shock in an attempt to lower to body temperature, tumbling into bed without bothering to dry off and falling asleep the moment her addled head hit the pillow.
Frater arrived shortly after, but late enough that he knew she would likely already be asleep after what had surely been a very long day. He cursed the sleek black suit that he'd once felt quite sharp in before he'd starting soaking through it in his stuffy office all day. Even the idea of snuggling up with his sweetheart had lost some of its usual appeal now that he felt like such a sweaty beast all the time.
When he walked in the front door the hum of fans scattered throughout was downright deafening, but the circulating air was a welcome change from the corridors he'd passed through that had felt like the depths of hell themselves. And although it appeared she had gone to bed a while ago, she'd left a gracefully handwritten note on the refrigerator as she always did when their paths hadn't managed to cross:
Left you a treat in the fridge.
Don't drink too much, you'll get a tummy ache.
Love you ♡
Inside was a plastic pitcher meant to look like cut crystal, filled to the brim with freshly made lemonade with a splash of limoncello, just as he liked it. He dug out his favorite plastic tumbler, the one that said 'Call Me Papa' that she'd given him for Valentine's Day after his retirement, and poured himself a generous helping, topping it off with a bit more of the liquor for good measure before heading to the bathroom, leaving the pieces of his sweat-damp suit in careless heaps as he went. A later problem for future Cardi.
The cold shower with a strong drink did bring some relief, even if temporarily when his mind drifted to how exponentially the Ministry electric bill was going to skyrocket that month and all the extra budget balancing that was going to mean for him in the future.
But any worries left plaguing his thoughts went out the window when he found her sprawled out across their bed on her stomach, blissfully dreaming and stark naked, pert behind presented and just ripe for squeezing. It was almost too much to resist. Almost.
BRAIN: What do you think, eh?
PENIS: Too hot. Too tired.
BRAIN: Seriously, dude?
PENIS: Sorry.
He sighed heavily, feeling every bit his age as he eased himself onto the bed next to her gingerly, hoping not to wake her but failing to go unnoticed. She reached out for him with eyes still pinched closed when she felt the dip in the mattress and the addition of his sudden warmth beside her. "Cardi..."
He took her small hand and pressed her palm to his lips before letting it rest against his chest. "I am here, mi amore. I am here now."
She pawed at him weakly, a feeble attempt to pull him closer, and he would have insisted on keeping his space if she hadn't whimpered so pitifully. As it was, he was powerless to resist her and couldn't deny how badly he wanted to hold her in spite of the temperature.
She nuzzled in tight against him, taking in the familiar scent of soap and lingering hints of his cologne, snaking a leg around his and squeezing it tight as if trying to keep him from escaping.
As if he ever could. Sharing a bed with her was like sharing one with a boa constrictor.
She squirmed against him, seemingly struggling internally to drift off again in spite of his additional heat. But it was more than that. As sweltering as the air around them was, the heat of her sex against his thigh was downright scalding.
He tried to ignore it as best he could, dismissing it at first as the natural biology of a much younger woman, certainly nothing she could be doing intentionally. "You need not stay in my arms if you are uncomfortable, you know. You are restless and you need your sleep," he purred, attempting to soothe her with gentle fingers trailing up and down her spine until she shivered at his touch. "How do you feel, mi amore?"
"Mmm...," she groaned quietly, wriggling her hips lazily. Needy..."
"My poor insatiable little petarda," he chuckled, always so flattered by how unabashedly she showed her desire for him. "I regret that I am a bit too spent to take care of you the way I would like, but please do not let that stop you. Take your pleasure as you like, mi amore. Show Papa how much you have missed him."
She didn't need any more encouragement, clutching at his shoulders a little tighter for leverage and grinding against the sturdy muscle of his thigh. "Been thinking about you all night, Papa...Wishing you'd come home and stretch me open with your cock...Tell me I'm your good girl for cumming so hard for you...Do you feel how wet I am, Papa?" Not only could he feel her, slick and hot against his skin, but he could hear her, loudly squelching as she rutted against the flexing muscle, and he moaned deep and rumbling in response. "Need to cum...Need to cum so bad, Papa..."
"That's it, angel...Soak Papa's thigh with your sweet nectar." He loved it when she was like this, humping against him all hot and bothered even barely awake, so horny she didn't care how she got off and without any hint of shyness about it. He was just happy to be involved. And the more he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, murmuring words of praise and encouragement, the more she mewled and pulsed against his leg. "So desperate to cum...Such a hungry pussy...All for Papa..."
He let his tired hands rest against her soft haunches, doing nothing much to assist her movements other than ground her, but as amorous as she'd appeared at first, to his surprise she didn't gain any speed or make much progress, eventually slowing to a stop, her lusty little sounds turning into quiet snoring.
And as tender as he felt towards her sleeping so soundly in his arms, he was now fully awake, and with a hard-on pressing against her hip that one could use to crack walnuts.
Sleep was going to be uncomfortable for both of them that night.
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He'd peeled himself away from her some time in the wee hours when worry started to creep in and pull him from his dreams, making his way to the living room to mindlessly click through the channels on his boxy old television in search of some sort of distraction. He did manage to nod off again on the sofa, but woke when the sun was just rising as he always did without her calming closeness, groping for her in the early morning darkness through the haze of disorientation before making his way back to the bedroom in search of her.
A light summer rain overnight had finally brought some relief, so he wasn't surprised to see her still comfortably clinging to sleep, back in the same position he'd found her in the night before, still laid out for him like a banquet, legs spread revealing soft folds that still glistened from their fizzled encounter, and his erection was back with a vengeance in seconds at the sight.
Stepping out of his old worn pajama bottoms and stroking himself as we went, he approached the bed, happy to find that even once he was hovering over her, caging her body from above and already breathing hard and fast against the back of her neck, it wasn't enough to disturb her. She was sleeping far too soundly to even notice him lining up his dripping tip with her waiting entrance, hand positioned and ready to silence her reaction.
"F-Fuck!!" He thrust into her all at once, stopping only once the lack of preparation pulled at both of their sensitive flesh and halted his progress. His hand slapped over her mouth as soon as she lifted her head from the pillow in surprise, lips pressed against the shell of her ear to growl a warning. "Just be good for me and I will not hurt you, principessa."
She blinked a few times trying to gather her wits and make sense of what was happening. It was rare for Cardi to be rough or mean with her in bed, it wasn't really in his nature. But on the occasions when he was feeling particularly beaten down by the burden of his new position, it had a certain appeal. And a troubled night's sleep plagued with an aching erection of her own making only heightened the mood he was in that morning and what he was itching to do to her.
He'd reminded her on enough occasions at that point that all she had to do was tell him he was hurting or scaring her and he'd stop instantly, that by then it no longer needed to be said, leaving them both the freedom to lose themselves in the delicious heat of the moment. And as much as she loved her typically tender and doting lover, she not-so-secretly loved it just as much when he railed her like he hated her. There was nothing hotter.
"Do you understand me? Or do I need to fuck some obedience into you?" His voice was cold and if she'd been able to twist out his grip on her jaw to look back at him she would have seen his eyes almost black. As it was she didn't need to see him for nerves to start lurching in her stomach and an urgent ache start thrumming in her core, coating his punishing length inside her with her slick.
The hand on her face slid down to wrap around her neck, the other staying steady digging into her hip to keep her still. "Speak, puttana!," he hissed through gritted teeth.
"I-I'll be good...I can be good, I p-promise," she sputtered. "Please, Papa-"
"That's Frater." He punctuated it with a hard thrust to the hilt, forcing a loud cry out of her from the sudden bruising pressure against her cervix. "Remember your place...Remember who this filthy cunt belongs to..."
"Y-Yes, Frater," she panted, the lingering resistance in her walls creating the most perfect friction every time he slid almost completely out of her only to slam in again, making her clench around him every time. "It's yours...Only yours..."
"That's my girl." He nudged her legs farther apart with his knees and she spread them eagerly, wide enough that it forced her ass up in the air, her back arching and her tiny fingers twisting in the sheets, and he upped his speed until she yelped every time their hips met. "I am going to give you what you need, princessa...Leave you bruised...and broken...and covered in my seed...Let everyone know who is the only one that can satisfy you...Who is Frater's favorite little whore..."
"Yes...Yes...Fuck me harder." She could barely breathe from the weight of him pounding into her so frantically, and he could feel her heartbeat pulsing hard and fast against his palm.
"Who takes care of you, eh? Who's the only one who can fill you just right?" It was getting harder and harder for him to maintain his dominant, threatening growl, fighting for air as he was coming apart at the seams, sweat dripping from his brow onto her back with every thrust.
"You do...You do...," she groaned, tears now rolling freely down her burning cheeks in spite of how quickly she felt herself barrelling towards ecstasy.
Letting go of his iron grip on her hip he landed a hard slap onto her jiggling rump, one that forced a surprised wail from her and left an angry red welt, his heavy rings adding extra sting. "TELL ME WHO, YOU PATHETIC SLAG! SAY IT!"
"FRATER!...F-FRATER!...Frater's so good to me...Makes me cum so hard...Oh, please..." That did it, and with a hiccupped whine he collapsed onto her, bringing both hands to hers and intertwining their fingers on either side of her head, burying his face into the familiar comfort of her silken tresses, no thought in his head beyond being as close to her as possible as he felt her tighten around him with every desperate roll of their hips.
She came with a loud squeal that she tried her best to muffle into the pillow, only to have him pull her back up by a fistful of hair so he could hear every beautiful, broken sob he fucked out of her. And his resistance was no match for the rippling of her inner muscles, the fluttering of her tight hole around the base of his cock, the suction of it that pulled him impossibly deeper. He pulled out abruptly, pushing himself up just enough to pump his cock with a shaking hand and spray a hot, thick stream across her punished backside.
When it passed he sat back on his heels to survey the damage. A much bigger load that usual, almost comically so. And the sound he'd made was something he'd never heard from himself before, a noise more Ghoul than human and definitely loud enough to wake everyone in the Abbey.
After a long while she finally moved, letting out a low moan as she eased her legs back together, strained from having her hips so overstretched for so long. "Stay still, amore," he tutted, grabbing a handful of tissues from the bedside table to clean her up. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
He dabbed at the mess as gently as he could, but she hissed and her body tensed when he reached where she was most sore. "I hit you far too hard, amore. You should not let me get so carried away. You should have stopped me."
"Now where would be the fun in that?" She eased herself up onto her knees and then to her feet since sitting appeared to be out of the question, wincing along the way as she put the pieces of her battered body back into place. "Besides, juicy sex talk is the best way to pass the time in that sweat shop I'm working in..."
His eyes widened at the thought. "You...You do not really tell them about-"
"Of course I do." She waved it off, never able to resist the opportunity to get a rise out of him. "With all their stories of allegedly getting chased through the woods and pounded into the dirt by Perpetua? You have a reputation to maintain, and it's my Satan-given duty to protect it."
His expression fell a bit at the mention of his oh-so-popular twin, but she only reached over to tousle his greying hair affectionately. "Oh, don't pout. After the bruise you just left on my ass you don't get to pout." Cupping both his cheeks with her small hands she brought his drifting attention back to her. "Hey...I love you."
"Mi amore..." His soulful, mismatched eyes were teary and she stilled the quivering of his lips with a soft kiss.
"I'm going to go take a shower. Grab a drink and join me?" He watched her with a hint of awe as she sidled towards the bathroom, looking back at him and giving him a playful wink. "If you're nice I might even give you a crack at the other cheek."
He refilled his cup from the night before, this time with the addition of two novelty straws, whistling a familiar tune as he headed to join her with an extra bounce to his step that only she could supply.
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petarda = firecracker
principessa = princess
puttana = whore
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Sooooo...Can you tell I wrote the first half before getting my period and the second half after???...
Pre-Imperatour - Target Center - Minneapolis, MN - 2/5/22
Doing my usual comb the internet for Ghost photos and came across a chunk from when Imperatour was here in MPLS. The number of times Copia locked on to this photographer is amazing. Below are most of those with eye contact.
I'm going wildly out-of-order with this answer, but I'm having a little oppressive and unrelenting work stress these days, so I needed something easy-peasy and dick-related as a palette-cleanser.
Sort of a cock sorbet.
I'm so tired, y'all.
THOUGHTS: PAPA PEENERS
Cocks are like snowflakes...All different, and all beautiful in their own way
PRIMO - I won't try to go against canon with this one. He's frighteningly large (13" to be accurate, though that's probably an exaggeration), so consequently he has a very pragmatic approach to sex. Ritual purposes only as a rule, after too many encounters in his youth ended with partners he was legitimately interested in running for the hills once they saw the thing. In some ways old age has been a relief because getting enough blood into something that size is virtually impossible at this point. But if someone cares to take the time to coax a little bit of firmness out of him, patiently accepting anything he can offer with affection, he's grateful and a bit smitten, though he'll never admit it and will eat the still-beating heart of anyone who dares to call him out on it.
SECONDO - He's got that dad dick, the kind that can scar for life if seen by accident at a young age, a little bigger and girthier than it needs to be, and so obscenely curved when he's hard that it almost looks fake. When he drops trow with a new partner he's always got a smug look on his face as they take him in in all his glory with the appropriate amount of awe. And the way it slaps against his thick, hairy thighs when he walks around naked for no good reason (which he does a lot) only adds to his cocky swagger. If he hadn't ended up as an Anti-Pope rockstar, he probably would have been in a trench coat flashing his junk at pretty girls on the subway.
TERZO - A small man with a proportional penis. Not freakishly small, but definitely not something that stands on it's own or would ever be called impressive. He's not sending anyone dick pics, that's for sure. On it's own, it's fine, and when it's hard, it's still fine. But it does seem to have a mind of its own, somehow. You know how some tiddies are small but really...bouncy? That's Terzo. It's all over the place, and he makes no attempt to wrangle it. And in bed, he's an all-hands-on-deck lover. Tongue, fingers, lips, thigh, boot, props galore...He's a multi-tasker. His erection is almost an afterthought because there's just so much going on. Plus he's well-groomed with good posture, so his dick pics are probably better than he thinks. All in all, a very nice weiner.
COPIA - I wouldn't say it's small, exactly. It's good and thick, but lacking just enough length that he feels more self-conscious about it than he should. And when he's flaccid...It looks like a dog treat. Why do we keep writing him with a baby dick and ED? Because he's so petty and pathetic, he brought this on himself! Just a sad, wet cat of a man and I love him with all of my icy heart. That being said, if you give him a little praise as he's modestly slinking from the shower to his closet hoping not to be perceived, he'll blush and bristle as if he doesn't believe you and maybe doesn't think he deserves it. But he loves it, just like he loves you. A childhood without parents followed by an adulthood with parents that offered nothing but disapproval has left him with a fair amount of baggage to unpack. Telling him on a daily basis how awesome you think his shlong is will do wonders. Follow me for more dating tips...
PERPETUA - This one is tricky because one could think of him as not-entirely-human, or riddled with religious trauma, or any other mix of Issues™. But the bottom line is we still don't know that much about our Pet. What we do know is that his costumes are not quite as painted-on as his twin's, in fact their almost demure in comparison. If we muddle together all the different HCs for him, I believe his *walkin' around* penis is very average...Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. But whatever it turns into when he gets aroused is something that he finds alarming, shameful, and potentially dangerous for a lover and potentially society at large. One thing is for sure, whether he's a creature or a monk, that boy likes being naked, so there's a good chance you're going to see what he's packing before you ever even have a conversation.
NIHIL - He has the unmistakable air of a guy with a huge dick (think Primo-esque) who has no idea what to do with it. He's fumbling and clueless with unjustified confidence, and Sister will either say 'Oh yes, Papa...IT'S SO BIG' if he's on her good side, or quip 'I've had bigger' if he's done something that day to annoy her. He gets to enjoy the privilege of carrying that thing around all day, and she get's the privilege of knowing who really wears the pants in that weirdly romantic, toxic relationship.
~BONUS~
MARY - There's a reason why so many of us write him as a surprisingly tender and considerate lover. Mary's hung like a horse, and he's well aware that it's both a blessing and a curse. He's got some serious abandonment issues, so in spite of his rock'n'roll lifestyle, he's not as casual about his casual sex as one might assume. He figured out early on in his youth that he'd need to get much better at foreplay if he ever wanted a one-night-stand to turn into more than that, and sex irl is not anything like the pornos the older guys showed him growing up, probably at far too young an age to understand what he was seeing. Once he figured out that a monster dong is more than just something to be shown off in tight jeans onstage...He was unstoppable.
I sincerely hope this comes to the US and in larger sizes so others can get it!
I only got it because the international shipping was worth it since I got a couple other shirts too. I also just recently discovered I'm in a smaller size which just happened to be available.
I want others to have this so bad since it's the twins! 😭
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Fairly recently I rewatched “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas” and my brain promptly decided without my permission that Burt Reynolds is now my headcanon for Secondo.
Then I remembered Burt Reynolds’ infamous Cosmopolitan magazine photo shoot…
Now all I’ve been thinking about has been Secondo on a bearskin rug.
Whoops… 😅
Any talented Ghartists out there feel like drawing Secondo as one of these for shits and giggles? 🤣
I couldn't help myself! I know it's not a drawing but I had to see what this looked like. I think completely naked with only the skull paint and mitre is the way to go! This should be the natural state of all Papas.
You’re definitely not wrong about the “nude but only with paint and mitre” thing. Especially for something as ✨official business✨ as a pinup for our Papas! 😮💨😂
Perhaps it is rather generous of me, but fuck it—Burt Reynolds is not just a “face cast”, but also without a doubt my “body headcanon” for Secondo! 🥴
You are not dumb. This is SLOP. At this point, Rockabilia should have their licensing for Ghost merch revoked.
The day it came out, we were trashing it on X. Most people I've seen comment on it have been disappointed at what is clearly another cash grab. Buying cheap plastic crap and slapping on a logo, boring font and selling both for almost $50 is absurd.
I pointed out that just from the ad shoot the decal on the mister was already coming off, which really shows the quality.
There will always be someone who will buy whatever because it's "Ghost". Between things like this and their previous behavior towards consumers, especially artists during the Mother's Day drop this year; I will not be purchasing anything from them.
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