#at least for not thirst asks 😈

[kruemel8]

just sending you love for all your beautiful omar gifs 💜💜💜 you're the best! ✨

Aww thank you so much. 🫶🏻💜

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

*Standing in a podium, taps the mic* HEAR YE, HEAR YE!!! After an elongated hiatus, the imp of conundrums has arise from Hades's dark underground penthouse to bear witness to the most diabolical choosing ever to be witnessed. (DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUNNN!!!) Or maybe a little, who knows, someday I'll make one that will make your braincells feel like inside of a washing machine! 🤣

So, my most dearest little Cricket, here lies your choosing, as always: ONLY ONE MWAHAHAHAHA 😈

Would you choose, this fine piece of man?

Or this fine piece of man?

(Ok, Karl calling b*tch sounded personal on me 🤣🤣🤣)

MAY THE ODDS BE IN YOUR FAVOR:

HUGS!

BLOODY HELL, GIULIETTA.

I JUST WOKE UP AND I STILL NEED TO HAVE MY COFFEE.

AND YOU BRING ME THIS DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS CONUNDRUM THAT I CANNOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, SOLVE.

HOW IN THE BLOODY HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE ONLY ONE???

ONLY ONE, OF THESE TWO WELL SEASONED *MANZI*, WHO HAS BEEN AGING LIKE FINE WINE???

*lemme go grab at least a glass of wine and my cup of coffee, so that I might quench the thirst*

AHEM.

BUT NOW.

ONTO MY CHOICE.

I have to be honest, I love LOVE AND ADORE KARL URBAN, but I will always choose him as my most beloved Eomer Eadig.

BUT.

FOR THIS CONUNDRUM, I AM GOING TO CHOOSE JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN GBSUIEAORFKPBFUGNEPOASGJFBHU

HE WAS A FUCKING ASSHOLE IN TWD, BUT BOY OH BOY.

ALSO, BONUS POINT FOR THIS GIF THAT I FOUND A FEW DAYS AGO AND HAS BEEN SEARED IN MY OWN DAMN BRAIN SINCE THEN (and by the gods, it has been the inspiration for a spicy artwork fmlfmlfmlfmlf)

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK, GIULIETTA.

Now I am going to be FUCKING PARCHED for the rest of the day!

[borom1r]

2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22 for lotr from the violence ask meme 😈

OK i have answered 2 already but lets do this thing fuck yea (thank uuuuuuuuuu!!!!!)

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

look its not really a "take" but the amount of people who just post variations of "I don't like Boromir, he's the worst" IN THE BOROMIR TAG is genuinely insane to me. like have ur (incorrect) opinion but keep it out of the tag worstie

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

uhhhh no one thank the gods. ive always disliked Denethor Because of canon. but i will say stumbling across the file index of an old LotR fansite + clicking on files w/ no preview only to find graphics thirsting over Denethor did cause massive psychic damage lmao

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

idk 😭 i dont interact w/ the broader fandom really. i do find the way ppl reduce Pippin to Just a joke character in fanon insufferable tho

9) worst part of canon

BOOK!FARAMIR + HIS MIDDLEMEN SHTICK MY WORSTIE.

also ngl i do find the Aragorn/Arwen romance....... Weird. like I'm far from averse to "love at first sight" so long as it comes with the recognition that it's really more infatuation + true love takes work. and there's the fact Aragorn fell head over heels for an image of Lúthien, and Arwen's heart did not turn towards him until Galadriel dressed him up in elven finery. not to mention she was "not yet weary of her days" when Aragorn dies + has to die "whether I will or I nill" like she. wastes away? slowly alone in Lothlórien.

like idk [Aragorn kinnie voice] that's my sister, man but all that aside I do think.. Arwen deserved better? I like that the movies made her more active + I do wish she'd actually been there at Helm's Deep bc it would've been fun to see her and Éowyn bond but yeah. the vibes were off with that whole situation imho

12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

huh. does Théodred count? i feel like he's kind of a blank slate so fandom can just kinda run wild with him but i do genuinely enjoy writing him + find that there are solid implications for at least a friendship between him + Boromir (if not more). i mean, Boromir got a Rohirric shield from someone

14) that one thing you see in fics all the time

ok th implication here bein its sth that bothers me which thankfully i pretty much only read Aramir or Faramir/Éomer fics soooo theres not much??

i think the only things that RLLY get to me + they aren't THAT popular trope-wise (or ive been rlly good at avoiding them lmao) are fics that 1) make Boromir overly aggressive or 2) completely woobify Faramir

+ tbh the Faramir one bothers me more actually. that is a grown ass man and captain of the rangers of Ithilien.....................

18) it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

HRM. again idk :3 <- blissfully not interacting w the broader fandom + only interacting w/ ppl w correct takes on Boromir + Rohan

(tentatively i need to start following more ppl i see some of yall in my notes + i shld follow. sorry im like a nervous dog u need to coax out from under the porch lol)

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

side-eyeing my copies of the Histories. i need to finish those. eventually.............

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ignores?????? nothing i think (thankfully lmao) but i will say there is SO much detail in the films that it makes me INSANE. ik we literally just talked abt this in DMs lmao but i could sit n talk abt LotR costuming for fucking HOURS the films were SO stunning and the clothing alone reveals sooooooo much abt the characters i think its a super underrated vehicle for character analysis :3

[lunacornfan2k24]

👀🎩💔🥵🍓 ( for the ask game)

👀 I eagerly await updates from you everyday

Thank you!!! It’s been 3 years and it still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that people actually like my writing

🎩 While waiting for your new chapters I read old ones

This warms my heart so much that people are willingly returning to my stories.

💔 Your angst scenes ruin me everytime

Same! I literally made myself cry when I was writing the scenes in Indiana. I probably would’ve cried during John’s break down too if I didn’t know how the story was going to go.

🥵 Your smut scenes make me die of thirst

I actually had never written anything nsfw before ieytd so anyone who has read the celebrity crush series have watched me grow as a smut writer. Then I expanded to write smut for every antagonistic character so that every character had at least one fic focused on them to…various degrees of acceptance. But that’s literally everything I’ve written nsfw-wise ever so I’m glad you find it enjoyable even though I’m still a novice at it

🍓Your fluff scenes always make me feel pleasantly blissful

Fluff and angst are fun because I allow myself to get poetic with characters emotions. Fluff lets me do that without crying. It also forces me to focus and verbalize on the positive feelings inside myself which is just good for my mental health overall. Unfortunately, there’s not going to be a lot of fluff in the celebrity crush series anytime soon 😈

Thank you so much for your ask and I’m sorry it took so long for me to answer! I didn’t want some less than pleasant occurrences from earlier this month to dampen the mood when answering.

If anyone wants to do this ask game for themselves, here’s the original ask game: https://www.tumblr.com/lunacornfan2k24/763650291115671552

[moonlightknightess]

Imagine when eren's birthday, mikasa would give eren a present to fuck her best friend (annie or sasha or pieck or lara or Hitch or historia??) Maybe he gonna fuck all of them in a week🤤

Damn ☠

I mean I can see this as the way they fully opened their relationship in open relationship au 😏 at least after they sorted out their boundaries and tasted the waters a little with people outside their circle of friends 🤣 like they would start to ponder abt the idea of bringing people close to them for quite sometime until Eren himself drags Armin with him and offerings him to Mikasa, basically to tease him about the whole thing, pushing his hips into her harder than his shaking and sorry pace, taunting him about how hard he was sweating, asking him if his wife was too much for him to handle, neck bites and ass panks sent just to spice things up 🤭 it makes Mikasa feel hotter in ways she didn't know she could (and Eren too, if the obvious hard on he is sporting and the one she can feel it's an indication of it 💀) there is just something unique about seeing his husband call the shoots and enjoy himself despite she doing it with someone else 🔥 it makes her sort of curious about it!

Since his birthday was approaching already she sees it a the perfect excuse to try it herslef 🤭 telling him about the whole idea (which he accepts, ofc he would) and acting as his wingwoman, targeting everyone she could reach off just so he gets it the easy way, her first victim being her rival-turned-bestfriend Annie, who played difficult at first but fell for her bait the moment she implied that Armin did it already with them and that she wouldn't br able to handle his man anyways 😈

Things starts tames as they could, just a one time thing where she makes fun of the faces Annie makes as Eren mating-presses her hard against the bed, maybe getting closer to hear the silent whimpers she was making and erasing the tears she was letting out through the whole thing 🤭 her thirst of dominance taking the best out of her and before she knows what is happening she is already spreading Sasha's legs apart for Eren, rubbing her clit in harash circles as he plows her from the front, forcing her head out of the hiding spot she made in her neck just so she can see her insindes being stirred, stopping her from trashing around 🔥 later on it is Historia who Mikasa is making gag on his lenght, pushing her head down to get his entire shaft inside, the sight of her pretty petite little friend choking on his husbands cock everytime she goes bottom and the dizzy state she is afterwards simply too arousing, her watery eyes looking up at her whenever she tugs her hair up simply too much 🥵 and finally, when Pieck decides decides she wants a try and finds herself literally begging her to make him stop, her words struggling to come out as he manhandles her up and down his cock as she was a mere toy for his pleasures, with Mikasa just on the side just enjoying the show, maybe fingering herself or making Eren eat her out once he is done with her, which doesn't take too long 🤭

By the end of the month she is shocked to realize the many amount of girls she uncouciously pampered him with, the several requests made by her female companions asking her if she was willingly to go a it for a second time, and the many more that seemed to take inrerest in their open relationship both by other open relationship pals and other female friends that probably learnt about them, and to be honest, she doesn't know if it is a good thing or not

She just knows she is asking him later on if he was okay with partner swapping 😳

[whats-wild-to-you]

could u write one where his “friend” is interested in u and u aren’t aware so u’re friendly and he gets angry and jealous

Oooh wasn’t he asked something similar on a variety show a short while ago? 🤔 but if it’s just a “friend” I think Jay would fight them 😈 ______________________________________________

You were excited when Jay invited you on a trip him and a couple of his friends were going on. You had started seeing each other recently, but it was all very casual so you even hesitated to consider dating each other. Plus, half of the people around Jay thought you were just a friend.

On the day of the trip, you texted Jay, telling him how excited you were. You waited for his reply, but you never got one.

Unfortunately, you didn't run into him all day either. When you went to the kitchen of your Airbnb to get some water, you saw Jay's friend sitting there all by himself. You didn't remember Jay mentioning he would be coming along too.

It looked like everyone else was avoiding him all day long as well, and suddenly you felt sorry for the guy.

"Everything okay?" You asked while reaching for a bottle of water.

His head immediately shot up and he grinned at you.

"Hey, I was hoping to get to talk to you in private."

You furrowed your eyebrows but he didn't seem to catch on. You barely knew him, what was there to talk about?

"Are you having fun?" He asked casually.

"Sure, I mean, what's not to like?"

"Right? And the beach looks lovely too. Too bad we arrived here after sunset, I'd love to spend as much time on the beach as possible."

"Do you surf? You look like you surf."

Full of confidence he puffed up his chest, smiling brightly.

"I mean, I'm not a pro, but I can stay on the board long enough to catch a wave."

"That's impressive, I've always wanted to try it!"

"How about you join me tomorrow? I can teach you a thing or two." He concluded, winking, and you couldn't help but laugh.

From the corner of your eye you saw a shadow approaching but then it disappeared.

"I better get back to the others, or they might die of thirst." You excused yourself, pointing at the water bottles you were cradling in your arms.

"Where is everybody?" You asked Jay, when you stood on the patio. He was the only one left and he looked pissed off.

Jay shrugged, saying that they already went to their rooms.

You countered that it may had something to do with his foul mood.

"My mood was fine until I came to look for you!"

You realized you weren't hallucinating when you noticed the shadowy figure lurking earlier.

"What? Are you spying on me now?"

"Why did you have to talk to him?"

"Because the rest of you were ignoring him!"

"For good reason! Did you know that he likes you? Constantly asks about you whenever you're not there?"

"I didn't. But even if I did, so what?"

"I don't like it! Don't talk to him again!"

Your eyes transformed into thin slits as you approached Jay slowly. You didn't like it when men viewed you as their property and Jay had been easygoing and drama-free so far.

"You don't like it? Jay, I'm not your property. I can talk to whomever I want!"

He snorted, looking away from you, and your anger intensified even more.

"What's your problem, huh? Don't like it when other people touch your toys?"

"You're not a toy!"

"We've been doing so well, why do you have to ruin it?"

"Maybe I'm tired of this ... whatever this thing is we've got goin on!"

"Then you shouldn't have invited me on this trip!"

"But I wanted you here! I just didn't know he would be here too."

"I thought I made myself clear. You were the one who said we should take things slow. It's you who has the trust issues, if you want to assume everybody is betraying you, that's fine, but I told you from the beginning, I'm not like that. I don't play around!"

"Why didn't you leave then? Or at least told him not to hit on you?"

"Because I had no idea he was interested in me! I just now heard it from you."

"Whatever!" Jay scoffed, storming off, leaving you behind.

That night in your room you thought about leaving, thought about packing your bags and leave before anyone got up. You knew Jay was the jealous type and it would take time and convincing to get him to trust you, but you had no idea he was paranoid too.

The next morning, it was you who suggested to go to the beach for the day. At one point you went and sat next to Jay's friend, making sure that Jay was not only looking at you but was also within earshot.

"It's nice, isn't it?"

"Sure. I just thought that it would only be the two of us."

"I don't see you like that, I'm sorry! You must've realized that Jay and I have something going on. As his friend, you shouldn't try to steal his girl, but encourage him and have his back!"

You felt awful saying that, realizing that every conversation around you had died down, with everyone listening in on you.

Jay's friend nodded his head slowly before he got up and walked off.

"You happy?"

You spat at Jay before walking away in the opposite direction, hoping Jay would go after you to apologize.

Either that or you would end things with him since you really didn't need any drama in your life.

[myevilmouse]

i’m so glad i found your post on luke getting electrocuted. I’ve ALWAYS been insanely turned on by that for pretty much the same reasons you said, and I’ve never seen anyone anywhere openly talk about this ever (considering how massive SW is you’d think there’d be at least one out there somewhere). is there anything else you wanted to say about it and how/why you love it? any other weird unorthodox movie moments that turn you on?

not asking to be weird or perverted, i just love to finally have an outlet to express similar but very niche interests

Hey friend! Thanks for this ask! I love asks and yours is a fun one. First of all, if you haven't explored it already, you may enjoy my tag #he suffers so beautifully, which is pretty much all the Luke Skywalker pain in one place. I have another one #bruised battered bleeding where you may also find some yummy Luke...

I actually took a long time to start reblogging Luke in pain images and gifsets (and some I still don't) because they really sort of hurt my heart, no matter how fabulous Mark looks all contorted and wounded. I'm not a huge fan of whump actually, despite those tags ahahah. Don't really read it and you still won't find a lot of "off with his hand" scenes in my archive, for example. But you make an excellent point--some actors are just sexy when they suffer and there ain't nothing wrong with that.

I think one reason some people (yourself included) may find the electrocution scene so much of a turn on is how those muscle spasms, "o" faces, scrunched-up eyes, tousled hair and jerking hips give us a dark/warped mirror to the erotic throes of orgasm. Someone flailing around so elegantly, those long fingers, those tightly-clad legs....yeah.... Sigh.  There’s a reason it’s called la petite mort, you know? 😈

Anyway, definitely don't feel weird or perverted about being into it. I get it. There are whole dissertations about how horror movies, for example, are these psychosexual outlets--examining the penetration of knives as phallic metaphor, etc etc and so forth... Lots of logical connections between agony and ecstasy, in other words.

Also, and I have discussed it here before, the "I am a Jedi" Death Star scenes are really the crowning hotness of all the Luke scenes in the trilogy. Like I don't know how everyone on set kept from creaming their pants that day/those days. Mark looks SO ridiculously sexy both before and after he's zapped, it honestly doesn't surprise me at all that the zapping also is melting everyone's butter.

LOOK AT HIM was grief ever so sexy?!

gif courtesy of @jadedjo

As for other weird movie moments that turn me on, I am a sucker for the blood-spattered hero. I mean, Kevin Costner in Dances With Wolves? Mel Gibson in Braveheart?  I’m dating myself but cut me some slack hahaha

These are dudes who take a lickin' and keep on lookin' lickable muwahahah. So Mark in that bacta tank, absolutely. I even commissioned art for that to have him super 美少年.

I think part of the attraction to these moments is they humanize our larger-than-life heroes, and they look so good doing it...It's like the old anime cliche of that single line of blood on the cheek. Our gods bleed, and that makes them attainable. Or something like that. I'm on a tangent now.  But cinema is full of heroes that only get sexier the more they suffer and angst, so it’s a logical and very understandable kink, imo.  Thank you for this ask anon, and I’m so happy I have content that will feed that thirst for suffering Luke.... I hope you enjoy exploring that tag on my feed and thank you for being a tumblr buddy!

[avianscribe]

😈, 🎯, 🧠(Gladio) ?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Yes, mwahahaha. 😈

I mean, I love cliffhanger endings and all the screaming they cause, and there have been a couple points in Thirst and a couple of my other fics where I deliberately planted cliffhangers just for the reaction -- but I think the meanest thing I did was in the Kingslayer chapter of Cracked, when Ignis kills Noctis.

I was in the middle of writing a completely different chapter for that scenario -- Noctis still died, but the killer was someone else -- when I got the idea that it would be WAY BETTER and a MUCH MORE EXCITING chapter beginning if Ignis dropped into the world in the middle of killing Noctis himself. >:)

There was so much screaming in the comments, and I loved it so much. But also, it's probably my favorite chapter of the whole fic.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

There were a couple points in Cracked where readers guessed things...! I can't remember exactly who, and there's 1500 comments to sort through to find it, but a reader guessed that Ignis would be able to use Noct's hammerspace to drag things with him from world to world, and that ended up being a key point.

There were a lot of guesses (suggestions, really) about the different AUs that would be included in Cracked, but I don't really count those. I asked for suggestions, and actually used some of them.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Ahhh, Gladio...!

Gladio's the big brother I wish I'd had. Seriously. (I'm an oldest child, so it's not like I'm dissing anyone to say this.) I have all these headcanons about him and his sister, and their relationship that is mostly practical jokes and fun teasing, but also he just can't say no to her EVER.

And I like to think that, after his Brotherhood episode, his relationship with Noctis transforms at least a little, and he sees and treats him less as an annoying, spoiled prince and more like a little brother.

Events on the train notwithstanding. (Honestly, I don't think Gladio's train explosion and him treating Noctis like a brother are mutually exclusive.)

Thanks for the ask, Sanity! 💞

[minkdelovely]

oh my god… so… 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

i read this last night before i fell asleep (how i managed to do that, i actually don’t know). yesterday was not the best for me, but the stars aligned and allowed me to see that danny posted this when i was doing my “final sweep” before putting my phone down for the night.

to say i have been looking forward to this is an understatement. i wouldn’t say i’ve been subtle about my thirst adoration for nun alastor, but be warned that what’s under the cut is me at my most vulnerable.

yes, you read that correctly. this is a bold thing for me to say if you’re familiar with my little articles. my mess is a judgement free zone… i am humbly asking for that in return if you choose to continue, because i didn’t hold back. 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

DANNY: THANK YOU FOR PROVIDING THIS TO THE UNDER-SERVED 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

please accept my humble offering. you have given this wretched, BASHFUL little sinner SUCH a gift 😈❤️‍🔥

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧     ✧     ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The intricate stained-glass windows were illuminated under the moonlight, casting grand scenes across the earth at your feet.

MMM ESTABLISHING MOOD 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

Candles lit up the pulpit faithfully at the front of the chamber, while torches lined the perimeter. In this lighting, the room seemed so different, giving off the air of a deathly calm and peace; a juxtaposition to its normally bustling, jittery energy.

AAAHHHH I WANNA BE THEREEEE

Your eyes flash with fear, hands flying defensively upward... before you sigh with relief. You caught sight of a small, fuzzy mouse, scurrying away from you. False alarm, for now...

CLASSIC 😂

Your head was high; you had genuine, innocent hope that this wouldn't be some money laundering, bait-and-switch scheme. And if it was... well, you just might punch a priest.

AS ONE DOES 💅🏻✨

You were welcomed in perfect silence, your eyes trained on the confessional booth before you. A simple construction, for sure, but the carvings and finishes made the booth seem... expensive. You walked up to it, hand tracing intricate carvings of religious iconography. Snakes, the Forbidden Fruit, Angelic wings... a myriad of designs and carvings litered the enter frame. Had you had better lighting, you would take the time to appreciate it more... but you were here on strick business.

UGHHHHH THE WAY I CAN SEE ALL OF THIS IN MY MIND’S EYE 😩❤️‍🔥

"Child, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Sadly, there's no rest for the wicked, nor those who seek to help them." You sigh in relief as Vox speaks to you, shoulders instantly relaxing.

SUCH A GOOD LINE HERE

"Oh, dear Child, you are mistaken! A sinner is not capable of change! Or is a sinner about to even fathom walking to the Heavenly Gates. No... the actions taken can never be washed clean... at least, not in Hell. What's done is done. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But..." You feel your skin crawl as you feel the Priest facing you, still unable to see him in the darkness of the booth, just behind a lattice-patterned divider.

HOPES FUCKING DASHED OMGGG

Your face instantly morphed from bafflement to rage, anger brewing in your core,"What-- what are you saying?!?"

this is LITERALLY how I would respond if Vox said this to me. no hate to the Vox hive (I totally get it) but it’s gonna be a hard no from me 😂🙈💖

You feel your eyes welling with hot, angry tears as your words spew out, unabashed," I LOATHE your methods! I think that taking people's money for their loyalty is-- it's sick! Almost as sickening as buying their love with promises of salvation! You're just-- just some pompous, religious twat!"

DRAG 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 BITCH 👏🏻

You slam your fist into the partition again, feeling your anger bleeding into your physical form," I'll tell you-- I'll you that I think you're a fucking sham.. this whole Chapel is! The only GOOD thing you have in this building is your fucking Nun, Alastor!"

YEESSSSS!!!! COME FOR SALVATION, STAY FOR THE SEDUCTIVE NUN 😈❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥😈

"I've had it with this discussion. You aren't here to help me. You're here to coerce me. And I'm not gonna listen to another word of your warped gospel, you cheap, conniving, greedy fUCKER--!"

OOHHH SO ANGRY!! MY PULSE IS UP 👀😂 **this was the last time i was breathing normally**

"At least, Sweet Lamb... you've begun to see the light!"

CHILLS!! CHILLS OVER MY WHOLE BODY

You freeze, eyes straining to look behind you. The voice of the Priest was no more, replaced with the familiar, velveteen tone of the Nun.

VELVETEEN??? YOU ARE WILD FOR THIS 😩❤️‍🔥

You opened your mouth, struggling to speak with no support," Y-You! This is-- please explain!" was all you could squeak out, before a neutral hum sounds behind you. You shuddered as it reverberated through you, no time to think as you were spun around. You shuddered as it reverberated through you, no time to think as you were spun around.

OHHHH MY GOD 🫠🫠🫠

Again, the Nun's body pinned your own, craning downward to look at your frightened face," Sadly, the Priest could not make it to Confessional tonight... But, I was more than happy to step in, in his absence." You trembled as his arms left deep rivets in the wall beside you, swallowing hard," And, to be frank, the help he would have offered you would have been the same; inadequate, even."

CONSIDER ME CONVERTED OH MY GODDD I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHEEEE

"However..." You felt a clawed finger beneath your jaw, beckoning you to look up. You were faced with the same, wide smile, eyes narrow slits filled with delight. "There are things that a Saint, such as myself, can still offer to you..." Your eyes widen in recognition: Aha! So he WAS a man, afterall.

MY LORDDDD MY CHEST IS TIGHT🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥

Alastor's grin grows a touch mischievous, before a weighed sigh leaves him," Alas, the Priest here struggles with... containing himself. He has a history of giving in to Earthly desires, time and time again. I can bring him much discomfort with just my voice, let alone my boyd... I am merely a vessel for the Lord, and yet he wishes to, well, lay his claim. And so, the habit conceals everything he can't keep his eyes off of; everything he is not permitted to touch by the Lord."

IT’S ME. I’M THE PRIEST 🫠🫠🫠

"Sure, right-- Okay... perverted Priest. Wouldnt be the first time I've heard of that..."

LAWSUITTTTTTS 💅🏻✨

"Okay, okay, second question: what are you implying that you can help me with?" You yelp as a knee comes between your legs, caging you again. Alastor bends down at the waist to match your height, his face growing closer to yours. With hands at either side of your head... you were still so close... and so, so trapped.

FUUUCKKK DUUDEE 🫠🫠🫠

"I think we both know that you have something else to get off your chest... Thoughts that you've been plagued with, My Lamb." A slender, warm finger runs down your cheek, knuckle first, ending the trail just below your jaw. You gasp as Alastor comes impossibly closer, his fringe nearly brushing your forehead.

I’M SO GLAD MY HARD GEL MANICURE DOESN’T MAKE MY NAILS SHARP CUZ I’D BE DOING DAMAGE TO MYSELF RN **just got a fresh set on friday night and chose a color called ‘harlot�� 😌❤️‍🔥

The Saint chuckles darkly, shaking his head," Oh, wayward one... your eyes betray you. They betrayed you the moment you looked into mine." You nearly squeaked as his other hand brushed through your hair, ensuring he could see your entire face. "I saw you, even from across the room... Eyes wide in awe, wonder... You were completely spellbound by a riveting performance. You tried to look away, you shifted in your seat to silence your nerves... And yet: your eyes never strayed far from this Servant of the Lord."

I AM GOING FUCKING CRAZYYY LIKE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA. LIIIKKKEEE… I REALLY AM 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 BITCH 👏🏻❤️‍🔥

You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips, subconsciously parting them as he continued to speak," Your body kept betraying your internal struggle, Little Lamb." A choppy gasp as the hand in your hair ran down to your neck, lightly caressing and pressing to your pulse.

HEART: RACING. BREATH: SHORT. PUSSY: ON FIRE.

"I could sense your heartbeat, quivering and loud, with each movement I made, each inhale I had to take to sing. Each time I smiled just a touch more... I could almost taste the sweat that ran down your brow, your eyelids fluttering during the final chorus. Your thighs could only do so much to relieve the pressure that built up in you. You were enthralled... but not by the Lord's gospel: but by me."

FUUUUCKKKK FUUCK FUCK!!! I ACTUALLY MIGHT HAVE A HEART ATTACK. IT’S TRUE, IT’S ALL TRUE!

You watched with baited breath as his hand drifted lower, until they landed on the hem of your bottoms, ghosting just above your core,"... you struggle to keep your thoughts, your body's reactions, at bay around me."

MHMM I KNOW I’M REALLY DESPERATE AND OBVIOUS IT’S SHAMEFUL 🫠🫠🫠

You gasp as you are groped by the large hand of the Saint, breath already ragged from his words," But... to know for sure, I need to hear these impurities come from your lips. The first step to forgiveness is confession; honesty. You must repent for your actions, in order to properly atone. So... is there anything you need to confess to, Bashful One?"

I AM SOBBING you had to use BASHFUL… ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Your eyes glazed over, a familiar heat brewing downstairs as you felt his palm grind against your clothed sex. Your head rolled back, lip quivering as the Saint waited patiently. Your mouth fell open, a quiet sigh escaping you. "Yes, there it is... let it out, Lamb. Don't hide in shame from the Lord. Embrace it-- embrace this--" You whined as your arms grabbed at his habit, his hands shifting and rubbing you through your clothing torturously. You try to stifle another moan, eyelids fluttering," Th-This is-- haaah!" You let your eyes fall closed, brows furrowing," Y-You have the wrong idea, I didn't come here to f-fuCK--"

KXKFXLHXIGXKZKHCKTCLGXKHX

His movements are slow, not to overwhelm you, eyes taking in your expressions to monitor your progression.

GODDAMNNNN I’M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND RN

"St. Alastor! I--" you caved to the feeling, grinding into the saint's hand," I-I didn't come for this, but... I-I did think immoral things about you." Good choice, Alastor thought.

yeah cuz i’m bashful, remember? 😌✨

You bit your lip as you were rewarded a pinch to your bud, back arching off of the wall as you wailed," I-I-- fuck-- y-your voice was really-- mmph!" You grabbed onto the demon's shoulders above you, rooting yourself in place as you felt Alastor's pace increase. "Hah... y-your hands looked-- feel-- so warm! Uhhn! Y-your eyes were--" Alastor pinches again, correcting you," A-Are--! Your eyes are s-so deep-- it feels like you were-- i-it felt like you were undressing me with them!"

THE WAY EVERY SINGLE WORD OF PRAISE HERE IS TRUTH INCARNATE

A sly smile graces his face, leaning in to place chaste, innocent kisses to your neck," ...and perhaps they were, clever Lamb... Perhaps they were~" You whined at the notion, mouth hanging open as you continued your confession. You could hardly think straight as you felt his fingers quicken, your eyes beginning to lose focus. You trembled, knowing that your body revealed that this confession had been doing lewd thing to your mind and body.

they need to legalize smoking inside buildings again because I’ve never needed a fucking cigarette so badly — i am ON EDGE

"W-When you caught me, for a moment I felt- hah-- saAAaafee~"

this needed its own because FUCK if this isn’t my deepest desire 🫠❤️‍🔥

You shuddered, fighting the mewl he tore from you so easily. Unsatisfied, you felt sharp teeth biting down, making you shriek with surprise. Pain was quickly replaced with a soothing pleasure, Alastor kissing and licking at the wound apologetically. You sighed, working up the mental capacity to speak again.

I THINK I’M GONNA END UP REACTING TO EVERY FUCKING PARAGRAPH LIKE YOU’RE REALLY TRYING TO KILL ME HERE ❤️‍🔥

"I-I felt, no-- I needed those arms around me again. I wanted..." Boldly, you moved your arms from his shoulders, pulling lightly at Alastor's veil," I really wanted to see what was underneath all of this, too... call it a sin, but... I... I have nothing to hide anymore; not from you or the Lord."

I AM SHAMELESS IN MY DESIRE 🫠❤️‍🔥

You watch as Alastor's head doubles over, a shaky groan escaping him. When he looked back up at you, his eyes blended in with the rest of the room: they became pitch black. "What an obedient, honest fucking pet you are, Little Lamb~"

JESUS FUCKING CHRISSTTT _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Without warning, two fingers made their intrusion, but you silken heat was relaxed enough to take him. You cried out in bliss from the reward, tugging at the head dress again. Alastor simply kept going, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he kept thrusting his digits up into your welcoming, quivering heat.

THE TUG MOTHER OF GODDDD 😩❤️‍🔥

You whine as you clamp down on his wet fingers, brows furrowing. You needed more; you demanded to see more. You didn't miss the way that Alastor hissed, brows furrowing at how tight you were. It seemed that he enjoyed the display far more than he let on...

I’M ACTUALLY WORRIED MY BRAIN IS GONNA MELT BEFORE I CAN FINISH THIS!!! I’M HAVING A HARD TIME WITH COHERENCY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He leans down to your ear, voice low and dripping with a sacrilegious heat," ...Tap once if you would like me to tighten my grip. Tap twice to stop it immediately." Your eyes, wide with desire, fluttered and rolled towards the ceiling, but you nodded nonetheless. If this was how all of your confessions would go... then you would become a zealot of the Lord and the Saint before sunrise.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY BRAIN IS BROKEN WE’RE RUNNING ON INSTINCT NOW BABYYY

Another tap to his shoulder, your eyes gazing into the flickering radio dials that had become Alstor's pupils. Again, Alastor was happy to amuse you.

FUUUCKKK MEEEE 🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥

"My, my, your confessions will fall unto deaf ears at this rate~ Speak up, won't you? The Lord and I are granting you an audience~" He knew you couldn't speak; he knew and he didn't care. He just wanted to see you keen and struggle against him, unable to do anything but beg for more or stop this all together.

AND NOW Y’ALL KNOW ABOUT MY DEGRADATION KINK 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

Your legs quaked, your eyes threatening to roll back as you gave a singular tap. Just one. Alastor's eyes gleam with insidious joy as his smile expands. Even tighter.

DANNYYYYYY YOU HAVE TURNED ME INTO A RAGING ANIMAL

You felt your hips guiding themselves along Alastor's devout fingers, chasing a feeling that was hastily approaching. Alastor did little to stop you, intrigued by the display. At the intrusion of a third finger, a wanton dribble of saliva cascaded down your chin. A strangled groan: you certainly didnt mind the delicious stretch that your entrance underwent.

DEVOUT… FINGERS… 🫠🫠🫠🫠

St. Alastor returned his attention to your face, licking a heated stripe across your parted, swollen lips. You sputtered with ecstacy, the feeling further spurring you on. You felt your coil tighten, your throat burning as you panted with reckless abandon. "Come unto me, Little Lamb."

AAAHHHHAHAHHHH!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS I’VE EVER READ OH MY GODD

Your felt a small, dried blood trail from the bite on your neck, trembling with the notion that he visibly marked you. If he didnt intend to own you, then he made a grave mistake.

TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN BITCH I NEED TO FUCK THIS NUN

You only whine as the feeling of his warm fingers left your core; this only managed to light a fire in you. You look back towards the Saint as your eyes lidded, a heavy sigh his only warning as you pushed him off of you. Alastor, surprised, caught himself with a pitch black tentacle that manifested behind him. You start to unbutton your bottoms, pushing them off of your hips before kicking them to the side. You start trudging towards the Saint with a renewed heat in your eyes. Alastor's grin nearly split his face in half as he watched you, completely overtaken by your desire to commit more sins.

I COULD ONLY HOPE TO BE SO BOLD 🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥🫠

"It seems that you are still plagued with impure thoughts. Tell me, Dear Lamb..." Alastor practically chuckles as he takes you by the wrist, tugging you off your feet and into the booth. You land harshly on his lap, the both of you groaning as you grind down on his firm, tall erection.

FUUUUCKKKKKK!!!! OH MY GOD!

"I have had thought of you f-fucking me... a-and I don't know how to b-b-- AHH!!" Your hips buck at an unfamiliar feeling, one of Alastor's tendrils caressing and teasing your entrance," I-I don't how to-- How to banish the thought... I-I may need higher intervention. I-I need your blessing, St. Alastor."

WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU B&E MY MIND PALACE DANNY???

A prideful, malicious smile replaces the amusement on his face, long, slithering tongue dragging across his lips," Well, that is certainly a hefty demand! You poor, sinful wretch!"

I REALLY AM 🥲🥲🥲🥲

The Saint looked all too pleased as you heard the rustling of fabric. You tried to look down, but a tentacle covers your leering eyes, making you wail in frustration. Alastor tuts like a disappointed teacher, shaking his head. "And here I was, about to reward you for your blatant, unabashed honesty... Should I stop? Should I call the Priest to finish the job? Or should I leave you here, tied up and aching for relief... Just to let any-old-sinner find you in such a state?"

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD 🫠❤️‍🔥

"Ohh, I knew you would succumb to God's Will, my dear... You see, we all fall helpless, begging at God's feet." You feel yourself being dragged down until your knees hit the floor, your hands still held high above your head.

JESUS CHRISTTTTT

You weren't expecting warm, firm flesh to land on your face, gently slapping at your parted lips. You could only speculate what it was, your thighs unable to clamp together. "I must warn you, receiving my blessing can be quite taxing... do you still wish to accept it, Lamb?"

JESUS FUCKING CHRISSSTTTT

Your tongue comes out from your lips, swiping along Alastor's cock. You feel his hips stutter as you lick all that you could reach, your head already lightheaded from your desire to please him. You swirl your tongue around the head, the tip of your tongue teasing the slit in your movements. You heard a warning growl, a hand fisting your hair and holding you in place. Still unable to see, you look up towards the noise, mouth wide open," G-Grace me with your blessing, Oh Shepard..." You could feel Alastor's breath hitching, trying to restrain himself. "Guide this Lamb to the light of the Lord. Please.."

I GHOSTWROTE THIS **false but also true**

You were given no time to prepare as Alastor thrust into your mouth, his animalistic grunt your only solice.

HOLYYY MOTHER OF GODDD I THINK MY SOUL JUST LEFT MY BODYYY

Though you wished to see Alastor's own lips, bruised and panting, his hair clinging to his forehead as he thrust into you... the feeling would have to surfice. And though you wanted to run your hands along his abdomen, raking your nails across his pistoning hips... you couldn't deny that the feel of the whole ordeal verged on the precipice of Nirvana.

GHOSTWROTE THIS TOO** THE WAY I WANT TO WORSHIP THIS MAN’S BODYYYY

You groans and mewls made his cock twitch and leak more precum, making your mouth even more slick for his movements. He couldn't deny how good this felt; he, himself, would have a lot to answer for later, in the privacy of the basement. He moaned as he thought of his future atonement, limbs spread and head to the floor to form the cross before a statue of Jesus. His fingers would be clawing into the floor as he recited his virtues and prayers pleading forgiveness for a sin he felt no guilt for.

I AM SOBBING AND SO TURNED ON OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD

His mind clouded with visions of you, trying to seduce and distract him. Your hands would trace along his body and caressing his traitorous, sensitive tail. This information, for now, was still unknown to you... He practically shouted from the pleasure your mouth offered him, one hand holding your face still while the other braced himself against the confession booth door and splinted the wood.

NO THOUGHTS ONLY SCREAMING

"You are so-- fuck, so fucking warm!" You felt your orgasm bubbling in your core, your tongue doing its best to carress and snake around his cock, welcoming his release with open mind and body. "An obedient Lamb... worthy of my blessing!! Arggh-- b-blessings upon you, Lamb!! Take it! Take every last drop-- Hah--"

I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻

Alastor pulled out of your mouth, his tentacles still touching and pulling you through your release. Your eyes are uncovered as Alastor kneels before you, kissing you hard and passionately. Your hands were soon freed, and so you tore off the damned veil. You began tangling your hands into the Saint's red and black locks, your euphoria starting to die down.

FUUUUCK YEAHHH ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The door to the booth flies open, Alastor and you both jumping from the sudden BANG. Your eyes widen in horror at the Demon who stood in the doorway. "What do you both have to say for yourselves?"

I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW WHO THIS IS BUT THE IMPLICATION OF MORE??? I’M ACTUALLY SPEECHLESS 🥲

Nun! Alastor X Reader - Part 2 - The Confessional

HahahaHAH ITS HERE!

Warnings: serious filth and sacrilege, mentions of tentacles, some choking, fingering, oral (surprise for whose receiving~) and some really depraved confessions and convos. Cursing!!! Yay, sin! I hope you guys enjoy 💗 there will be a VERY important poll at the end, so be sure to give it a look 👀

Never had you felt more nervous when stepping towards a chapel, hands wringing themselves soothingly. The sweat clung to your palms as you looked up towards the looming structure, head straining to take in the full magnitude of the building. The intricate stained-glass windows were illuminated under the moonlight, casting grand scenes across the earth at your feet.

In Hell, most sinners were more active at night. Depending on the Ring you would visit, you would likely run into 'unsavory' company. But thankfully, this humble part of the Pentagram was lulling with sleep, as if abiding by the arbitrary notion of a "Sabbath Day". How ironic.

You wet your lips, cursing yourself for not taking better care of yourself, before you quietly enter the building. Your eyes scanned the main hall, the room you had sat in not too long ago. Candles lit up the pulpit faithfully at the front of the chamber, while torches lined the perimeter. In this lighting, the room seemed so different, giving off the air of a deathly calm and peace; a juxtaposition to its normally bustling, jittery energy.

You almost called out into the dim room, but restrained yourself. You bowed your head, looking down cast before uttering a gentle apology for the intrusion. When you looked back up, you nodded, hyping yourself up before coming into the room further.

It is by this point that you hear something shuffling, your head snapping towards the sound. Your bravado was instantly dashed as you flew into a panic. Your eyes flash with fear, hands flying defensively upward... before you sigh with relief. You caught sight of a small, fuzzy mouse, scurrying away from you. False alarm, for now...

Your eyes scan your surroundings again, before you spy a short hallway. You step towards it, noticing that there appeared to be a private area. You squint in the dim light, spying a humble looking booth within the room.

Bingo. This must be where "confessions" occur.

You start to make your way down the hall, eager to meet with the Priest about redemption. Your head was high; you had genuine, innocent hope that this wouldn't be some money laundering, bait-and-switch scheme. And if it was... well, you just might punch a priest.

Your eyes observe paintings on the wall; you were surrounded by familiar depictions. The birth of Jesus, the Crucifixtion of Christ... the First Fallen Angel, Lucifer's decent. The rise of both Lilith and Lucifer in Hell... all of the depictions reminded you just how dire your predicament was, and how much you desperately wanted to leave hell.

In the last frame in the hallway, you spy a photograph, pausing to get a closer look. In the center, arms folded pridefully, there stood the Priest, St. Vox... among him, to both sides, stood honest though demonic looking nuns. You squint at the form to his right, unable to make out the face of the tall, slender Nun. All you could make out was a set of yellowed, razor sharp teeth smiling back at you. You shuddered, unable to shake the feeling you were being watched, before you entered the private room.

You were welcomed in perfect silence, your eyes trained on the confessional booth before you. A simple construction, for sure, but the carvings and finishes made the booth seem... expensive. You walked up to it, hand tracing intricate carvings of religious iconography. Snakes, the Forbidden Fruit, Angelic wings... a myriad of designs and carvings litered the enter frame. Had you had better lighting, you would take the time to appreciate it more... but you were here on strick business.

Without hesitation, you entered the booth, having a seat in the left side. You were not comforted by a cushion or pillow, the seat creaking under you. You flinched, the noise almost deafening in the resounding silence. And then, you waited, waiting for a sign of the Priest you sought to speak to.

When the bench in the booth to your left suddenly creaked, you nearly banged your head on ceiling. Your heart was in your throat, frightened; did the door even open??? How did someone get in there so quickly?

A throat was cleared, the sound of static crackle replaced with a low hum, before a familiar voice cut through.

"Child, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Sadly, there's no rest for the wicked, nor those who seek to help them." You sigh in relief as Vox speaks to you, shoulders instantly relaxing. You fold your hands neatly in your lap, looking towards the booth's door as you spoke.

"No worries! It uhh-- it wasn't for long, if that's what you're worried about. I... well, your Nun informed me that you had a chance to hear me out? I hope that I came at the correct time..."

Midnight, on the nose. Though some cultures differed, you were sure you were correct on this notion...

"My Child, you came at the perfect time. But, I must fulfill my duty to you; to listen first. What have you come to speak about?"

You gasped when you were suddenly slammed into the wall, body pressed flush to it as someone pinned you from behind. You struggled, choking as the air was unintentionally pushed out of your lungs. You became frantic as the hot breath of the demon behind you fanned across your ear. Shit-- shit!!! You fucked up!

You leaned back as your thumbs twiddle, suddenly sheepish," Well... I know your methods of redemption usually come through... err, "offerings". Monetary ones, at that. I was wondering if you had ever seen anyone be saved? Redeemed and brought to Heaven on just... good will and sinless lifestyle alone?"

A dark chortle... then, an uproarious laughter fills the booth as you look in shock.

"Oh, dear Child, you are mistaken! A sinner is not capable of change! Or is a sinner about to even fathom walking to the Heavenly Gates. No... the actions taken can never be washed clean... at least, not in Hell. What's done is done. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But..."

You feel your skin crawl as you feel the Priest facing you, still unable to see him in the darkness of the booth, just behind a lattice-patterned divider.

"You mention humble offerings... now those have proven to make life in hell more... comfortable. Much more so than what that of anyone else. Offerings have the ability to keep you safe; make you privy to things that others are not." You shrink back from the voice as it draws closer, a characteristic glitch setting in the tone.

"I-- your money can make you safe. It can welcome you to my fold, dear... Or... if money isn't on the table... there are... other ways to earn favor in this sacred place."

Your face instantly morphed from bafflement to rage, anger brewing in your core,"What-- what are you saying?!?"

The voice past the partition seems to smile a wider," Dear, I believe you know that your soul could be traded... for freedom. For pleasures. Who best to give it to than a Priest who can promise you untold riches? No salvation, but, comforts in this life time? I can give you that-- and SO much more!!!"

"Forget it!!!" You shrieked, standing firmly on your feet and slamming your fist into the wall," I do have a confession to make, after all!"

You feel your eyes welling with hot, angry tears as your words spew out, unabashed," I LOATHE your methods! I think that taking people's money for their loyalty is-- it's sick! Almost as sickening as buying their love with promises of salvation! You're just-- just some pompous, religious twat!"

You slam your fist into the partition again, feeling your anger bleeding into your physical form," I'll tell you-- I'll you that I think you're a fucking sham.. this whole Chapel is! The only GOOD thing you have in this building is your fucking Nun, Alastor!"

The voice from the other end does nothing to interrupt you, seemingly silenced by your fury.

"In fact-- I think I will go seek her-- him??? THEM out!!!"

The door to your booth is slammed open by your hand, as you trudge towards the door.

"I've had it with this discussion. You aren't here to help me. You're here to coerce me. And I'm not gonna listen to another word of your warped gospel, you cheap, conniving, greedy fUCKER--!"

A sickening, twisted laughed bellowed in the chamber, the tone of voice morphed and unable.

"At least, Sweet Lamb... you've begun to see the light!"

You freeze, eyes straining to look behind you. The voice of the Priest was no more, replaced with the familiar, velveteen tone of the Nun. You opened your mouth, struggling to speak with no support," Y-You! This is-- please explain!" was all you could squeak out, before a neutral hum sounds behind you. You shuddered as it reverberated through you, no time to think as you were spun around.

Again, the Nun's body pinned your own, craning downward to look at your frightened face," Sadly, the Priest could not make it to Confessional tonight... But, I was more than happy to step in, in his absence." You trembled as his arms left deep rivets in the wall beside you, swallowing hard," And, to be frank, the help he would have offered you would have been the same; inadequate, even."

You stopped struggling as you locked eyes with the demon above you, swallowing shallowly as he spoke again.

"Now, as for helping you: I'm afraid the only entity who can divinely interfere with your predicament is the Lord and his Seraphims. Not even the Ruler of the Hells could hope to overwrite God's Will." You eyes turn downcast, face heating at the words. Of course... that would make sense. Only God and the angels can open the gates, right? How foolish an idea you had...

"However..." You felt a clawed finger beneath your jaw, beckoning you to look up. You were faced with the same, wide smile, eyes narrow slits filled with delight.

"There are things that a Saint, such as myself, can still offer to you..." Your eyes widen in recognition: Aha! So he WAS a man, afterall. You blink, shaking your head quizzically.

"I have SO many questions-- for one, why would you be parading as a Nun, if you're a Saint?" Alastor's grin grows a touch mischievous, before a weighed sigh leaves him," Alas, the Priest here struggles with... containing himself. He has a history of giving in to Earthly desires, time and time again. I can bring him much discomfort with just my voice, let alone my boyd... I am merely a vessel for the Lord, and yet he wishes to, well, lay his claim. And so, the habit conceals everything he can't keep his eyes off of; everything he is not permitted to touch by the Lord."

His neck tilts, cracking with the harsh angle as he looks to you," I think it's quite the sound idea, don't you think?"

Alastor leans back, his hips still pinning you to the wall. Your face heats hastily with embarrassment. He seemed to be gauging your every move, calculating what you may try while under his trap.

"Sure, right-- Okay... perverted Priest. Wouldnt be the first time I've heard of that..." You looked up shakily to the nun... saint...? You aren't sure what to call him anymore. Alastor quirks a brow up at you, egging you to speak.

"Okay, okay, second question: what are you implying that you can help me with?" You yelp as a knee comes between your legs, caging you again. Alastor bends down at the waist to match your height, his face growing closer to yours. With hands at either side of your head... you were still so close... and so, so trapped.

"I think we both know that you have something else to get off your chest... Thoughts that you've been plagued with, My Lamb." A slender, warm finger runs down your cheek, knuckle first, ending the trail just below your jaw. You gasp as Alastor comes impossibly closer, his fringe nearly brushing your forehead.

"Wh...what do you mean...?"

The Saint chuckles darkly, shaking his head," Oh, wayward one... your eyes betray you. They betrayed you the moment you looked into mine." You nearly squeaked as his other hand brushed through your hair, ensuring he could see your entire face.

"I saw you, even from across the room... Eyes wide in awe, wonder... You were completely spellbound by a riveting performance. You tried to look away, you shifted in your seat to silence your nerves... And yet: your eyes never strayed far from this Servant of the Lord."

You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips, subconsciously parting them as he continued to speak," Your body kept betraying your internal struggle, Little Lamb."

A choppy gasp as the hand in your hair ran down to your neck, lightly caressing and pressing to your pulse.

"I could sense your heartbeat, quivering and loud, with each movement I made, each inhale I had to take to sing. Each time I smiled just a touch more... I could almost taste the sweat that ran down your brow, your eyelids fluttering during the final chorus. Your thighs could only do so much to relieve the pressure that built up in you. You were enthralled... but not by the Lord's gospel: but by me."

His hand drifted down to your chest, settling over the very spot your heart should be. Your breathing quickened, your eyes never leaving his. You cursed yourself, biting your lip to stifle any shameful noise you might create.

St. Alastor's smile never wavered as he leaned over you, that familiar heat ghosting over your neck.

"I didn't miss the way that your pulse quickened when I walked closer... you hadn't even been a part of my original section, you know. But Sister Eunice was more than willing to switch. Your palms became clammy, eyes glassy as you tried desperately to plan your escape... And the moment my arms caught you, I knew for sure: you also struggle with impurities of the flesh. Specifically..."

You watched with baited breath as his hand drifted lower, until they landed on the hem of your bottoms, ghosting just above your core,"... you struggle to keep your thoughts, your body's reactions, at bay around me."

You gasp as you are groped by the large hand of the Saint, breath already ragged from his words," But... to know for sure, I need to hear these impurities come from your lips. The first step to forgiveness is confession; honesty. You must repent for your actions, in order to properly atone. So... is there anything you need to confess to, Bashful One?"

Your eyes glazed over, a familiar heat brewing downstairs as you felt his palm grind against your clothed sex. Your head rolled back, lip quivering as the Saint waited patiently. Your mouth fell open, a quiet sigh escaping you.

"Yes, there it is... let it out, Lamb. Don't hide in shame from the Lord. Embrace it-- embrace this--" You whined as your arms grabbed at his habit, his hands shifting and rubbing you through your clothing torturously. You try to stifle another moan, eyelids fluttering," Th-This is-- haaah!" You let your eyes fall closed, brows furrowing," Y-You have the wrong idea, I didn't come here to f-fuCK--"

You could barely contain yourself as you felt the hands of the Saint slip into your bottoms, fingers tracing a sensual line from the bottom of you slit, up to the pearl that sat atop it. You whined as Alastor pressed against it, unable to think clearly as he began to swirl two digits around your clit. His movements are slow, not to overwhelm you, eyes taking in your expressions to monitor your progression.

"St. Alastor! I--" you caved to the feeling, grinding into the saint's hand," I-I didn't come for this, but... I-I did think immoral things about you." Good choice, Alastor thought.

You bit your lip as you were rewarded a pinch to your bud, back arching off of the wall as you wailed," I-I-- fuck-- y-your voice was really-- mmph!" You grabbed onto the demon's shoulders above you, rooting yourself in place as you felt Alastor's pace increase.

"Hah... y-your hands looked-- feel-- so warm! Uhhn! Y-your eyes were--" Alastor pinches again, correcting you," A-Are--! Your eyes are s-so deep-- it feels like you were-- i-it felt like you were undressing me with them!"

A sly smile graces his face, leaning in to place chaste, innocent kisses to your neck," ...and perhaps they were, clever Lamb... Perhaps they were~" You whined at the notion, mouth hanging open as you continued your confession. You could hardly think straight as you felt his fingers quicken, your eyes beginning to lose focus. You trembled, knowing that your body revealed that this confession had been doing lewd thing to your mind and body.

"W-When you caught me, for a moment I felt- hah-- saAAaafee~" You mewl as Alastor's fingers move lower, teasing your entrance, where you desired his fingers the most. Your face was tilted further to the side, before you felt a wet, hot mouth suckling at the junction of your neck. You shuddered, fighting the mewl he tore from you so easily. Unsatisfied, you felt sharp teeth biting down, making you shriek with surprise. Pain was quickly replaced with a soothing pleasure, Alastor kissing and licking at the wound apologetically. You sighed, working up the mental capacity to speak again.

"I-I felt, no-- I needed those arms around me again. I wanted..." Boldly, you moved your arms from his shoulders, pulling lightly at Alastor's veil," I really wanted to see what was underneath all of this, too... call it a sin, but... I... I have nothing to hide anymore; not from you or the Lord."

You watch as Alastor's head doubles over, a shaky groan escaping him. When he looked back up at you, his eyes blended in with the rest of the room: they became pitch black.

"What an obedient, honest fucking pet you are, Little Lamb~"

Without warning, two fingers made their intrusion, but you silken heat was relaxed enough to take him. You cried out in bliss from the reward, tugging at the head dress again. Alastor simply kept going, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he kept thrusting his digits up into your welcoming, quivering heat.

"Ahh, ahh~ I've taken an oath, little one. No one is permitted to see such secrets~"

You whine as you clamp down on his wet fingers, brows furrowing. You needed more; you demanded to see more. You didn't miss the way that Alastor hissed, brows furrowing at how tight you were. It seemed that he enjoyed the display far more than he let on...

Attempting to ground himself, his hand landed on your neck, holding you in place. The effect seemed to make you wetter, eyebrows raising with realization as your moans deepened. What an interesting revelation~ The Lord most certainly worked in mysterious ways!

You gave his shoulder a tap, hand landing there as you let his fingers explore and scissor the walls of your pussy. Alastor was happy to oblige, his hand squeezing your neck gently.

He leans down to your ear, voice low and dripping with a sacrilegious heat," ...Tap once if you would like me to tighten my grip. Tap twice to stop it immediately." Your eyes, wide with desire, fluttered and rolled towards the ceiling, but you nodded nonetheless. If this was how all of your confessions would go... then you would become a zealot of the Lord and the Saint before sunrise.

The action made your mouth run dry, your eyes glazing with desperate, passionate tears as his fingers thrust deliberately in your core.

Another tap to his shoulder, your eyes gazing into the flickering radio dials that had become Alstor's pupils. Again, Alastor was happy to amuse you.

You couldn't contort or stifle the noises you made, grunts and mewls the only music to leave your delicate throat. St. Alastor's hand squeezed as promised, making you flutter pathetically around him. You whined as you took in the nun turned god, your tongue hanging precariously out of your mouth. He smirked, a dangerous chortle bouncing off the chamber walls.

"Already at a loss for words, Lamb?" Alastor's fingers inside of you flex inward, pressing against a spot that made you see the pearly gates.

"My, my, your confessions will fall unto deaf ears at this rate~ Speak up, won't you? The Lord and I are granting you an audience~" He knew you couldn't speak; he knew and he didn't care. He just wanted to see you keen and struggle against him, unable to do anything but beg for more or stop this all together.

You couldn't even think of a sentence, let alone speak it into existence. Your lips flapped desperately, hands snaking up to grip at the wrist and hand on your throat. Your legs quaked, your eyes threatening to roll back as you gave a singular tap. Just one.

Alastor's eyes gleam with insidious joy as his smile expands.

Even tighter.

You felt your hips guiding themselves along Alastor's devout fingers, chasing a feeling that was hastily approaching. Alastor did little to stop you, intrigued by the display. At the intrusion of a third finger, a wanton dribble of saliva cascaded down your chin. A strangled groan: you certainly didnt mind the delicious stretch that your entrance underwent.

St. Alastor returned his attention to your face, licking a heated stripe across your parted, swollen lips. You sputtered with ecstacy, the feeling further spurring you on. You felt your coil tighten, your throat burning as you panted with reckless abandon.

"Come unto me, Little Lamb."

You needed little motivation, a silent scream gracing your face as you completely shut down. Your legs spasmed and stilled, heart racing as Alastor finally let go of your neck. Your voice was hoarse for a beat or two, hands instinctively going up to your neck. Your felt a small, dried blood trail from the bite on your neck, trembling with the notion that he visibly marked you. If he didnt intend to own you, then he made a grave mistake.

You only whine as the feeling of his warm fingers left your core; this only managed to light a fire in you. You look back towards the Saint as your eyes lidded, a heavy sigh his only warning as you pushed him off of you. Alastor, surprised, caught himself with a pitch black tentacle that manifested behind him. You start to unbutton your bottoms, pushing them off of your hips before kicking them to the side. You start trudging towards the Saint with a renewed heat in your eyes. Alastor's grin nearly split his face in half as he watched you, completely overtaken by your desire to commit more sins.

Alastor tilts his head, taking deliberate paces away from you and towards the confessional booth. He had a grand idea!

"It seems that you are still plagued with impure thoughts. Tell me, Dear Lamb..." Alastor practically chuckles as he takes you by the wrist, tugging you off your feet and into the booth. You land harshly on his lap, the both of you groaning as you grind down on his firm, tall erection.

His tone was dangerous, a myriad of tenacles materializing around your limbs," What other impurities trouble you, my Lamb?" You grow impatient, boldly reaching for his lap before your hand is held aloft. Cursed tentacle!!!

"P-Please, Sister-- Saint Alastor," Your tone comes our more like a plea than a demand, as your other arm is held over your head. Your legs are spread apart, your bare cunt dribbling your essence; it drips down your glistening thighs in a tantalizing way.

"I have had thought of you f-fucking me... a-and I don't know how to b-b-- AHH!!" Your hips buck at an unfamiliar feeling, one of Alastor's tendrils caressing and teasing your entrance," I-I don't how to-- How to banish the thought... I-I may need higher intervention. I-I need your blessing, St. Alastor."

A prideful, malicious smile replaces the amusement on his face, long, slithering tongue dragging across his lips," Well, that is certainly a hefty demand! You poor, sinful wretch!"

You cry out in pleasure as the tentacle spears you, exploring parts much deeper than his fingers could reach. You felt your arousal slicken the foreign part, making the intrusion easier. A wanton moan sounds in the air everytime the tentacle thrusts into you.

Alastor stands on his feet, flicking a wrist as the tentacle's speed picks up. You were completely helpless to his whims, your eyes threatening to roll back as you are overcome by the tentacles' hold and movements. The Saint looked all too pleased as you heard the rustling of fabric. You tried to look down, but a tentacle covers your leering eyes, making you wail in frustration. Alastor tuts like a disappointed teacher, shaking his head.

"And here I was, about to reward you for your blatant, unabashed honesty... Should I stop? Should I call the Priest to finish the job? Or should I leave you here, tied up and aching for relief... Just to let any-old-sinner find you in such a state?"

You freeze, biting your lip as the tentacle slows to a painfully slow slog. You whine again, thrashing your head in protest," N-No, no, no...! Ughhnn, no please! Don't stop! I-I still want your blessing, Alastor! Pl-Please!"

A wicked laugh sounds in front of you as a hand snakes up your top, finding and fondling your right nipple. You jolt at the sensation, the feeling multiplied due to the lack of sight. You weren't expecting the tentacle inside of you to stir to life at the same time, now with a renewed, brutal pace. You were practically screaming at the onslaught, bouncing from every thrust you were gifted.

"Ohh, I knew you would succumb to God's Will, my dear... You see, we all fall helpless, begging at God's feet."

You feel yourself being dragged down until your knees hit the floor , your hands still held high above your head. You weren't expecting warm, firm flesh to land on your face, gently slapping at your parted lips. You could only speculate what it was, your thighs unable to clamp together.

"I must warn you, receiving my blessing can be quite taxing... do you still wish to accept it, Lamb?"

Your tongue comes out from your lips, swiping along Alastor's cock. You feel his hips stutter as you lick all that you could reach, your head already lightheaded from your desire to please him. You swirl your tongue around the head, the tip of your tongue teasing the slit in your movements. You heard a warning growl, a hand fisting your hair and holding you in place.

Still unable to see, you look up towards the noise, mouth wide open," G-Grace me with your blessing, Oh Shepard..." You could feel Alastor's breath hitching, trying to restrain himself.

"Guide this Lamb to the light of the Lord. Please.."

You were given no time to prepare as Alastor thrust into your mouth, his animalistic grunt your only solice. You were shell-shocked as he and the tentacle worked in tandem to break you. You swiveled your hips and met the thrusts from below, arching your back as your head was used as a personal cock sleeve. Though you wished to see Alastor's own lips, bruised and panting, his hair clinging to his forehead as he thrust into you... the feeling would have to surfice. And though you wanted to run your hands along his abdomen, raking your nails across his pistoning hips... you couldn't deny that the feel of the whole ordeal verged on the precipice of Nirvana.

You groans and mewls made his cock twitch and leak more precum, making your mouth even more slick for his movements. He couldn't deny how good this felt; he, himself, would have a lot to answer for later, in the privacy of the basement. He moaned as he thought of his future atonement, limbs spread and head to the floor to form the cross before a statue of Jesus. His fingers would be clawing into the floor as he recited his virtues and prayers pleading forgiveness for a sin he felt no guilt for.

His mind clouded with visions of you, trying to seduce and distract him. Your hands would trace along his body and caressing his traitorous, sensitive tail. This information, for now, was still unknown to you...

He practically shouted from the pleasure your mouth offered him, one hand holding your face still while the other braced himself against the confession booth door and splinted the wood.

He was already approaching his climax, and by the looks of it, you were nearing your second. His smile strained as his hips lost their rhythm, opting to seek the feeling and not the motion.

"Fuck-- fuck, Lamb... oh, my sweet Lamb!!!"

You whined around Alastor's cock, your hands struggling against their restraints as you cunt throbbed with the desire to cum.

"You are so-- fuck, so fucking warm!" You felt your orgasm bubbling in your core, your tongue doing its best to carress and snake around his cock, welcoming his release with open mind and body.

"An obedient Lamb... worthy of my blessing!! Arggh-- b-blessings upon you, Lamb!! Take it! Take every last drop-- Hah--"

You gagged as Alastor bottomed out in your mouth, unable to pull away as his 'blessing' painted you white as snow. You shrieked around his cock as a new tentacle traced fast circles around your clit, forcing your release to hit you by surprise. You screamed into the climax, feeling a warm gush between you legs as you finally came undone.

Alastor pulled out of your mouth, his tentacles still touching and pulling you through your release. Your eyes are uncovered as Alastor kneels before you, kissing you hard and passionately. Your hands were soon freed, and so you tore off the damned veil. You began tangling your hands into the Saint's red and black locks, your euphoria starting to die down.

Once you felt like you were back in the right state of mind, you parted from Alastor's lips, a pleasant smile on your face. You looked down to your lap, embarrassed at the unmistakable puddle you left behind from your passions. Alastor looked too, eyes flicking back to yours as his grin softened.

"Worry not. I will handle this, Lamb. No one will know of this night. And your confessions will be safe with me."

"...REALLY now..."

The both of your freeze, looking to one another as a familiar voice sounds behind you.

"Y'know, confessions: they're supposed to be in a private, sacred place... and from your actions, this place has been sullied and desecrated."

The door to the booth flies open, Alastor and you both jumping from the sudden BANG. Your eyes widen in horror at the Demon who stood in the doorway.

"What do you both have to say for yourselves?"

[bigwishes]

I wish I was your ideal man with the body and personality to match

So you want to go and transform into my perfect man? Well you are in for a treat, or at least I'm in for a treat. 😈

First off it is no secret to anyone that I like size. I like men and I like em big, I hope you wanted to become a bodybuilder because you sure as hell are gonna be one.

You asked for a personality to match so lets start working on that. First we will replace all your ambitions with gaining size. Its been your dream ever since you could remember to get big, gain size. Bigger means hotter. You also wanted to be with another bodybuilder but we will get to that later.

Whats the next part of your personality shift? well it involves, swords, fighting and story telling. That's right not only are you massive, but you're a massive fucking nerd. Don't get two exited, you aren't smart just dorky and nerdy. You love video games but that's not what makes you a nerd, what makes you a nerd is your love for.....

D&D! thats right, not a lot of people know this about me but I'm a big dungeons and dragons player and being my ideal guy you'd be one too, although its one thing to play D&D and its another to get caught playing with a prop sword by your boyfriend.

But lets get on to the final few changes. You're gonna love competing, alongside your boyfriend of course. A nice healthy rivalry to keep the relationship fresh, constantly pushing each other to get bigger, sending each other thirst traps from the gym whilst the other is at work. Its guaranteed you'd both be in first and second but as to who takes what depends on how hard you worked posed in the comp.

But there is one last thing we need to talk about. The reason why you wanted to date another bodybuilder...

You're a needy slut for size and strength. You wanted to be massive but you also want a guy to pick you up like your 300 pound body weighs nothing. You want to be throw against a wall. You want to be objectified in your poser, have it pulled to the side and get railed by the bloke bigger than you and then to finish off the day, roll over into the armpit of your boyfriend and fall asleep to his musk.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Holaaaa!!! This chapter has come as a blessing after the shittiest of days, here we go!!

If I Have to Do One More Fucking Interview

THE BEGINNING

Fuck Shinyun... I just wanted to get it out 🤭

“I’m not having sex with you in public, Alexander!”

Yes you will 😈

Alec is the only thing that connects him to this place. To all of it.

Oh Magnus 😔 Is that why you wanted to run to London after the divorce?

“You don’t have to stop smoking for me if that’s what you are asking,” Magnus replies.

But you should stop smoking because even though is very sexy I'm getting worried!!

“No,” Alec replies.

Is like we are the same person 🤣

Maia 😍😍😍

“I don’t know,” Alec shrugs. “There are bigger deals. Being the senator’s son doesn’t hold a candle to being your boyfriend.”

And he dares call Magnus cheesy 😒

“I don’t even want a job in science!”

I don't like where this conversation is going 😔

“I understand,” It’s Maia who speaks. “You can be good at something and still not want to do it for a living.”

This is so true!!

And he hasn’t allowed himself to think about all of this.

😫😫😫

“You know. You’ve said the F word 27 times since we started talking,” Maia notes.

Is an exclamation point for him, leave him alone 😎

“You are what my lecturer calls a PR nightmare,” she tells Alec, but her mouth is curving a little in the corner.

Congratulations! he is your PR nightmare now, please sing the adoption papers here and here

THE MIDDLE

If anything is a lethal look, it’s that.

These two are so horny for each other and yet we haven't got enough sexy time 🤷🏻‍♀️

Half hour, and one thoroughly satisfying work out session, later, they have breakfast. Max and Rafe are awake now too.

Finally 🙌🏼

“Besides, it’s not technically an interview,” Magnus informs. “It’s an autocomplete interview.”

Ooh I love those!!

His paranoia seems almost silly now. The fears of a boy on the run and nothing more. 

Ouch foresight is a bitch 🥲

“Park! Park! Park!” their three-year-old starts chanting at the breakfast table.

The way I love my chaotic child 😍😍

People Who Can Hold Their Liquor + Simon

These chat names give me life!!

Simon:

You know what. Screw this.

@izzy will you marry me?

Is this the best proposal ever??

“You know what,” Magnus says and picks up the cloth. “I bet I can still carry you in this. Come here.”

😍😍😍 too cuteeee!!!

He smiles, his heart full. 

Happy Magnus is the best Magnus

“I want one,” Alec tells him, looking at his phone. “A girl.”

I'm a girl 🙋🏻‍♀️

How is Magnus Bane…How is Magnus Bane related to Camille Belcourt?”

Goddamnit.

Fuck Camille... undefited queen of the Fuck You club!!

These questions are amazing!!!

“Right here,” Alec replies and points to himself. “Magnus Bane’s family is right here.”

Perfection

THE END

Rafeee!!! I wanted another Rafe POV 🥳

“Why not?” Max asks, looking down at his tank top – which says, ‘Pussy Power’.

🤣🤣 my child

There is a link to a BuzzFeed quiz. “Which Taylor Swift Album Are You?”

I did this test and got RED ❤ which one are you Dani?

The same goes with dad and bapak too. People are always publically thirsting after them. 

Sorry Rafe I can't help myself your parents are hot

It’s probably why he hates Shinyun too.

Fuck Shinyun, that hot well dressed opportunist

I hope this tweets don't get too mean or might have to kill people 🔪

Max grins at the camera. “Are you roasting me or are you roasting Mallory?”

The handles 🤣🤣🤣

How mean is that mean tweet?

WTF?? I feel curious but also like knowing will hurt 😫

Wait is the tweet in the jacket??

Oh, Max indeed

Let my babies be happy and together!!

At least we didn't get Malec angst in this one 

Thank youuuu Dani, this was amazing and surprisingly fun, we'll probably pay for it next chapter but I really needed this today so I don't mind... thank you ❤❤❤❤

Your reactions and gifs make me cackle so bad I CANNOT.

I hope your shitty day is over and tomorrow is kinder! Sending you good vibes.

I did do the "which Taylor Swift album are you" quiz and I got Folklore too sfkvsdncsjk. It says "You're original, introspective, and intelligent. You spend a lot of time in your own head, writing little stories and thinking about the world."

[moonlightknightess]

Mikasa wants to find a hotel room with Zeke? it will be a very hot game. I wonder what is Mikasa interested in Zeke, because of his smart brain which Mikasa thinks is sexy?

I like to believe they started to thirst for each other at the Ackerman History Museum 🤭 like, they would learn about how the Ackerman Clan used to "obey" the Royal Family no matter what and Zeke would say something about how he actually got royal bloodline too since his ancestors from his mother's side were actually the Fritz! Playfully ordering her to come with him somewhere else once they are done at the Museum since he would love her company!

That's what get her started, jokingly answering him with a "Yes mater" that sounded way too sedictivly and sweetly to be directed at his brother-in-law! But that only serves to feed his hunger for her 😈

The hotel room was actually for Eren and Mikasa to stay, but they don't think he will mind it that much if they use it at least once 🤭 it was fair tho, he really made a ness in Zeke's car afterall

Some other jokes are made here and there before Zeke asks her bravely to kneel before him, which only makes Mikasa fall to her kness right on the spot, buckling off his belt before he could even tell her to do it!

Zeke would find the whole deal so hot to be honest, the way she would keep her eyes locked on his as she starts licking his lenght, her snarky tongue teasing his tip making him impossibly harder, but what's gets him off the most is the fact that she obeys him whenever he asks her to lick his hefty balls too or when he tells her to suck him deeper!

Even if he thinks he is the one getting away with all of this, that's all Mikasa's plan to teach him a lesson, she is not letting him talk to her like that afterall!

That's why, when she successfully manages to make him weak in the legs she shoves him hard against the mattress, the seductive look in her eyes turning into a more wicked one when she seats herself on his face, all the while explaining him how actually the Royalty sued to fear the Ackerman for their strenght

She rides his face there and then, waist moving seductivly in circles as she makes him eat her pussy, grabbing him harsly by the hair as he could only thrust his tongue in, his erection painfuly exposed to the cold weather begging for the attention it was denied, his grunts of disconformity being being muffled and stoped whenever she pushed her body down on his head, suffocating him more and more as time passed, pleasuring Mikasa as much as he could with the way he lapped at her folds and sucked her lower lips, the little moans she let out his only hint that he was doing a good job

Right before she could shower his face in her juices, she goes for his dick (not without a condom ofc), crouching on his crotch but not quite letting him in without making him beg for it, making him beg for the pussy he thought he was gonna get without any problem at all, making him stutter in his words whenever he tried to talk but the way Mikasa rubbed their sexes together just making it impossible, a soft plead leaving his mouth before Mikasa decided that was good enough

She rides his dick a ferocity he wasn't used at all, not quite able to keep up with her with the way she robbed the air out of his lungs, the several bite marks she left on his chest stinging like hell and the tempo she put by the constant slam of her ass on his dick making him cum way faster than usual, the way her folds clamp his lenght and the quick pace she makes him suffer a deadly combo that makes him moan at the top of his lungs

"What's the matter, Master?" She whisper to his hear, softly and innocently like nothing happened, still inside her as her walls overstimulate him...

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Ngl i have never thought I woul ever write zekemika smut lmao 🤭

[sunfishsiestalah]

Modern!AU Perbell/Bellseus (Bell x Perseus) ideas

NOTE: This AU idea doesn't reflect the author's political leaning, and the AU is not meant to be taken seriously, so please refrain from making quick assumptions about the author. The concept in this AU is purely just for fluff + comedy purposes, and truly has no hidden agenda whatsoever. The author's sole intention in this AU is to capture the wackiness of the political fandom in social media spaces, especially on Twitter. Please, be civil and kind to others, and have a good day to everyone 

Ok instead of your usual coffee shop, flower shop or tattoo shop AU, how about a social media!AU, but make it a little bit political. Not only there's age gap relationship, but there's also clout gap relationship for extra humor 😀 Also I made this fluffy AU because I'm trying to future-proof myself to cope with Perseus' inevitable death in a few years if Cold War 2 eventually becomes confirmed sdgfgshdsjsk

More under the cut, buckle up fellas because it's a looooong one 

Perseus 👤

👤 Is a very famous, left-leaning political commentator, media host and bestselling author 

👤 Is also a retired military general, so his current career choice as an outspoken public figure really ruffled some feathers in the government's top branches, because he's collected quite a bit of dirt on a lot of them during his time in the service 😈

👤 Also has his own podcast and YouTube channel 

👤 Initial Twitter follower count: 800,000+ followers (verified of course)

👤 But his follower count jumped to 950K+ in two weeks after he went on Twitch (through Bell's suggestion) and played video games with other famous streamers and some politicians for charity streams (think casual multiplayer games like Among Us or Fall Guys etc.)

👤 It jumped to 50K+ more in ten days after Bell took a picture of him wearing cat ears and posted it in his account

👤 His tweets always go viral (30K+ likes) at least twice a month

👤 His recent activities really made his peers question his credibility, but he doesn't mind it that much because he's all in it for the clout glad that because of him, more people especially the youth are becoming more aware of the importance of gaining political knowledge, and how it could benefit them, the environment and the future generations 

👤 One day, he decided to shave his mustache because he felt like it, and after that (again, a suggestion by Bell) he posted a picture of his clean-shaven face on Twitter, as a heads-up for his fans before he had to go live on a morning talk show in a few days (if it wasn't for the mustache, he actually has Paul Rudd syndrome where he doesn't look a day above mid 40s, when in reality he's approaching 60 in a couple of years)

👤 Turns out, that post went super viral (thanks to the thirsty side of Twitter) and the day he went to the interview on the live talk show it became the most-watched episode in the show's 25+ years of history 😂 (that episode also becomes viral on YouTube, raking in a million views in three days)

👤 Bell actually predicted this outcome all along, and genuinely enjoyed reading, from their couch, all the thousands of people's live thirst-tweets on Perseus while he was on air (there's a looot of tweets asking Perseus to make an OnlyFans account)😳

👤 Now before all of this happened, almost a quarter of Perseus' fanbase was already consisted of thirsty people, but the sudden influx of followers caused the thirsty ratio to go up to 75%, beating the percentage of followers who are genuine fans of his commentaries 😂

👤 Perseus on live TV: *Destroys his debate opponent with facts and logics™*

👤 Perseus back at home, crying on Bell's lap: He called me a mean name on live tv….😢😭😭😭😭

👤 Final Twitter follower count: 1.6 million followers 🤣 (still verified)

👤 Silently prided himself as being ~not like the other boomers~ because of his ease and knowhow with current tech devices, almost better than your average millennial or Gen Z (Bell really likes and appreciates this part of him because they don't have to explain to him what VPN is and how important it is to use it)

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Perseus in his home office: *sets up the camera, lighting and PC by himself for the Twitch stream*

Bell: Oh hey, do you need help with installing OBS and Steam?

Perseus: *gives Bell a stink eye*😒

Bell: Sorry, no disrespect. I forgot that you're not a ~regular boomer~ 😏

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Bell 🔔

🔔 PhD graduate in information security

🔔 Works as a senior consultant in a tech company 

🔔 Met Perseus on their campus when they were doing their PhD studies (he was a guest speaker for a university event at that time) and they became close acquaintance in no time

🔔 Has no other social media accounts except for Twitter (Bell's friends forced them to make one)

🔔 But they have always been a lurker without an account in multiple social media platforms for a very long time(for the memes and keeping up to date)

🔔 Initial Twitter follower count: 141 followers

🔔 Mostly tweets and retweets about infosec, cybersecurity and tech stuff (with occasional memes and cat pics)

🔔 Perseus really insisted on Bell using his platform as a means for them to give awareness about tech and cybersecurity to the public, especially about the increasing amount of e-waste in the environment 

🔔 Bell doesn't like talking that much, but continues on anyway because they're passionate about the cause

🔔 And so, they became a semi-regular guest on Perseus' bi-monthly podcast show, as a professional giving insights and opinions on the tech and information industry 

🔔 Bell has become such a familiar face and voice in the show that some of the viewers and listeners started shipping them and Perseus 😗 (Perseus staring intensely while making 🥺 eyes at Bell everytime they talk doesn't really help them either, they're both on camera and on YouTube live so everyone can see their faces )

🔔 Everytime Bell makes an appearance, their Twitter follower count steadily increase about 1.5K per podcast episode

🔔 But on one fateful episode, an additional guest at that time inquired what's really going on between both of them, and Perseus accidentally blurted out their relationship and also Bell's pet name, much to Bell's dismay (they both have been involved for a while but Bell would like to keep it private)

🔔 Since that episode, Bell's Twitter followers exploded from 15K to almost 30K in a couple of days, but most of that are actually hate-follows from Perseus' more "passionate" fans 😰

🔔 After that, Bell had to permanently close their Twitter DM's after getting few dozen death threats and a ton of hateful messages in the inbox

🔔 Bell doesn't really care about the haters but it's getting kinda annoying when Bell posts something about infosec-related, there's always gonna be a couple of thinly-veiled insults in the replies for no particular reason at all 😅

🔔 Bell, to Perseus: Hey check out this random message I got in my DMs, it says here "I don't know what your actual gender is, but I definitely fucking know that your pronouns are bitch/whore" and I'm like okay??? That's a really funny insult, actually.... 🤔

🔔 They really thought about abandoning or deleting the account, but decided against it because of that account and the podcast, Bell has gotten in touch and made friends with other industry professionals, so they wouldn't let it all go to waste (also their account just got verified recently so heyyoo)

🔔 Final Twitter follower count: 33,000+ followers (verified)

🔔 One time, Bell accidentally retweeted a sick meme on Perseus' Twitter account, while using his phone to browse the platform. But his fans really liked it because they were like ~omg he retweeted a meme, that's so relatable omg what a cool boomer~ so yeah 🤫

Extras: (Don't worry they're all paid very well)👍

👥 Rudnik as Perseus' personal assistant, he handles all the appointments/interviews and other PA stuff 

☣ Stitch as the tech guy,he handles all the tech equipments (camera, audio, lighting, editing etc.)

🐍 Naga also handles the tech stuff, but he's primarily the comment/chat moderator, although he lets the horniest and thirstiest comments through sometimes for laughs

A/N: Feel free to change Bell's entire personality or everything on them here because this is just an interpretation of my own Bell. Heck, change the ships, concepts and all the characters in here as well if you feel like it, but don't forget to tag me because I would like to see your take on it too✌ it's free real estate 🏡

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Cricket!!!

Guess what...? The ask that can make the mind crickets go bbbrrrrrrr into insanity 😈

CHOOSE ONE! AND ONLY ONE!!! Run under a full-moon night into the sweet embrace of Werewolf!Jacob. The warmth of his embrace and his heart.

Waltzing in a Venetian Palazzo until dawn with Demon!Federico.(Both are in secret under your Venetian masks)

Last but not least: Enraptured inside of a Grand Palace with Vampire!Arno. Telling sweet nothings while he caress your neck, the boy needs to quench his thirst.

Remember: ONE GENTLEMAN.

*TIGHT HUGS*

DEAR GIULIETTA!! YET ANOTHER CHOICE!! YET ANOTHER CONUNDRUM!! *cackles delighted*

^^^literally my face when I saw the ask (tho I am not as handsome as Mr. Banderas, I am afraid! 😂😂😂😂)

So, for this one, my dear, my crickets SCREAMED in unison on who would be my choice!!

LITERALLY WENT ALL

***HIM***

***CHOOSE HIM***

^^another visual representation of my cricket braincells when they saw the ask

So, without further ado, the choice is quite simple.

IMMA TURN INTO A WOOF WOOF AND RUN UNDER THE MOONLIT SKY WITH DEAREST WEREWOLF!JACOB, BECAUSE DAMN RIGHT I WILL.

THIS MAN HAS MY WHOLE HEART, LEMME TELL YA. (plus you know how much I love woof woof. Now, if had you ask me about vamp!Jacob, that's another matter altogether, but Werewolf!Jacob is a combo that defeat EVERYONE else. EVERY.SINGLE.ONE.)

LEMME JUST GO AND PUT ON MY WEDDING DRESS.

(I will just have to buy a huge scort of lint rollers, because oh boy, the shedding will truly be something! )😂😂😂😂

THANK FOR THE ASK, GIULIETTA!

this made me laugh so so much!! 😂😂😂

--Nemo

[monstrouslyobsessed]

Hell yeah, let's fuck Krampus 😈—anon1

dayum yall are thirsty people for a christmas goatman

What do you think of a sleepy hollow request? 👀—anon2

Sorry about “sleepy hollow” request is more like a Headless Horseman request 😏—anon2

what’s about it?

May I ask what does 'thirst' mean? It's written on ur bio... :v—anon3

it’s meant, i’m open to everyday thirst chat, from saying things like, “👀 what do you think of [some film’s monster]? i’d like to tap dat ass”, “ngl pyramid head can rail me any day 😈” or “ok but consider [some monster] with [this one kink]”, etc. i’m not sure how to articulate it, but it’s a common term here among the content creator and fandom communities...at least in n-sfw settings anyway, because it is mostly a n-sfw term.

i’m also open to random things, recs, and requests for advice too, but that’s p much always open.

hope that clear things up!

Yo, u still receiving request?—anon4

if by receiving, it’s p much all quiet on my front because i am busy working on inktober and other things. if you meant if i’m open, then no, not atm, i’m working on other monster contents (aka inktober).

if you have any other question, my inbox is always open. <3 stay safe out there boo!

[choptop-sawyer]

nubbins? more like SUBbins, amirite?! lol anyway, this is ur fake british anon here to tell you at least half of the recent nubbins asks have been ME ! 😈 and also here to thank YOU for the service you are doing for me and so many other Sawyer Thirsters™. u r a gem !!!

FAKE BR*T NONNIE?!?!? I FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO, THANK YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE FOR SENDING IN ALL THESE ASKS. THEY GIVE ME LIFE. ALL OF YOU HAVE FUCKING GOD BRAINS AND I HOPE YOU NEVER STOP THIRSTING, STAY STRONG SAWYER FUCKERS.