#celibacy core.... in a way

[utterhomestucktrash]

Angel of Desire asks "U Up?"

[songllama]

i think one of my #hottakes i've been drifting more and more towards recently is that it might be time to start allowing more married men into the roman clergy, bc i took classes with seminarians in school and i think that having a celibate clergy in today's society is making the clergy self-select for some of the most socially awkward and inept young men i've ever met, which is actually perhaps the opposite of what is needed from someone who is supposed to be a spiritual leader and director in his community, like i knew nice, smart, sociable young catholic men in college who probably would've jumped at the chance to be a priest if it didn't mean not having a family. keep the vows of celibacy for monks! it works for basically every other rite besides roman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[strcwbrryklss]

୨୧﹕ forgive me .ᐟ oneshot

pairing ; father charlie mayhew x fem!reader contains ; tension , smut ( oral m receiving ) a/n ; i rewatched fleabag season two and HAD to write this for my own sake ( also havent proofread this,, so just ignore any mistakes pls. summary ; it has been 160 days since your last confession.

the soft hum of hymns filled the stone walls of the church, echoing through the vast, candlelit space. the congregation sat quietly, hands folded in prayer or resting on their laps, their eyes fixed on the alter.

the heavy scent of incense hung in the air, weaving between the polished wooden pews, where you sat toward the back, trying to focus on the words of the sermon. the light from the stained glass windows poured in, casting delicate hues of red, blue, and gold across the congregation, illuminating the man at the front of the church.

father charlie.

your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, your fingers nervously gripping the edge of the pew. you had tried to stop coming to mass, but something always drew you back here—drew you back to him. each week, you told yourself it would be different. you would listen to the sermon, find solace in his words, and leave without this gnawing ache in your chest.

but it never worked.

father charlie stood at the altar, the bible held firmly in his hands as he delivered his message, his voice deep and smooth, filling the grand space with a quiet authority. his tone was soft, but it held power, a magnetic pull that kept everyone’s attention on him. but while the others listened intently to the words of faith, of virtue and devotion, your mind was far from holy thoughts.

your eyes traced the lines of his jaw, the way the sunlight caught in his brown hair, making the strands shine beneath the dim lighting of the cathedral. his features were sharp but kind, his strong brows furrowed in concentration as he spoke about resisting the temptations of the flesh.

temptation.

the word reverberated through you, sending a jolt of heat to your core. temptation, the feeling you knew far too well. father charlie’s hands moved as he gestured lightly with his sermon, and you found yourself imagining those hands on you, instead of the bible. you swallowed hard, pulse quickening as your thoughts drifted to places you knew they shouldn’t go, especially here — especially with him.

he was the very definition of unattainable, a man sworn to a life of celibacy, of purity. and yet, you couldn’t stop the thoughts that rushed through your mind every time you looked at him. every sunday, you sat in the same pew, feeling that same magnetic pull toward him, a pull you couldn’t explain and couldn’t resist.

his robes hung loosely on his tall, lean frame, the fabric shifting with each subtle movement he made. beneath them, you knew there was something stronger, something more human than the holy image he portrayed. and the thought of that made your stomach twist with desire.

you could barely breathe, the church suddenly feeling too warm, too confined. you bit your lip, eyes darting to the floor as you tried to steady your racing thoughts. this was wrong. so wrong. but you couldn’t help it. every word that came from his lips only seemed to make it worse, sending your mind spiraling deeper into a fantasy you had tried so hard to bury.

you imagined it so clearly now — being alone with him after the congregation had gone. the church would be empty, the candles burning low, the flickering flames casting long shadows along the stone walls. you would step toward him, heart pounding, and when your hand brushed his, you’d feel the heat of his skin, the tension between you palpable. he would hesitate, of course. his vows, his faith — they would hold him back for a moment. but then, in the quiet of the empty church, his restraint would finally break.

your pulse raced as the image flashed vividly in your mind: his hands on you, pulling you close, his lips crashing into yours with all the pent-up passion he had kept locked away for so long. the forbidden thrill of it sent a shiver down your spine, your breath coming faster as you quickly glanced back up at him, half-expecting to see him watching you, knowing your every sinful thought.

but he wasn’t. father charlie’s gaze was still fixed on the congregation, his words steady as he spoke about virtue, about control.

you looked across the church, towards one of the many paintings of god, his expression seeming almost disappointed. you felt a flush of guilt, heat rising to your cheeks. how could you sit here, in a place meant for worship, and think these things? how could you look at him — father charlie — and imagine him like that? it was wrong. but that only seemed to make the ache in your chest grow stronger, the desire burning hotter with each passing moment.

the service was drawing to a close, and your heart pounded as you realised you would soon have to face him. father charlie always stood at the door after mass, offering a handshake and a few kind words to each person who passed. every week, that brief moment of contact set your skin on fire, leaving you wanting more.

and then you saw him — father charlie, standing by the entrance, his eyes warm and kind as he greeted the parishioners. you swallowed hard, heart racing as you approached. his gaze shifted to you, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to blur at the edges, leaving only the two of you.

"god bless you, y/n" father charlie said softly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine as his hand extended toward yours.

you hesitated for the briefest moment, your breath catching in your throat as your hand slipped into his. his grip was firm but gentle, the warmth of his skin sending a spark of electricity through you. you looked up into his eyes, searching for… something. some sign that he could feel the same pull, the same tension that had been building between you for months. but his expression was as serene as ever, his smile kind and distant.

"thank you, father," you murmured, your voice barely audible as you let go of his hand, your fingers tingling where they had touched him, before turning around to leave the sacred building. however, you stopped in your tracks.

turning towards him, you spoke timidly, "actually, father.."

as you approached, father charlie glanced up and saw you, his warm smile instantly making your heart skip a beat. his dark eyes met yours, and you felt that familiar pull, a flutter in your stomach that made your knees weak.

"yes?," he responded kindly, his voice a calm, steady presence that filled the space between you.

"father," you began, your voice shaking slightly as you stepped closer. "i was wondering if… there���s any chance i could confess later?"

there. you’d said it. the words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you were certain he could see right through you — into your mind, your thoughts, your desires. you tried to keep your expression neutral, but the tension coiled in your chest made it nearly impossible to hide how nervous you were.

father charlie’s smile softened, a gentle, almost unreadable look crossing his face as he studied you. he took a small step closer, lowering his voice slightly as if sensing the weight of what you were carrying. "of course," he said, his tone compassionate, "confession is always available for those who seek it. Would you like to meet later this afternoon?"

the way he said it — just us — made your stomach flip. you nodded, unable to fully trust your voice at the moment. your throat felt tight, your thoughts tangled. "yes. that would be… good."

his gaze lingered on you for just a moment longer, his eyes holding yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. there was nothing inappropriate about it, nothing overt, and yet you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something deeper there, hidden beneath the surface of his composed expression. you tried to ignore the way your body reacted to it, the way your skin seemed to burn with the need for more than just words.

"come by around eight," he said, his voice soft but firm, as if he was giving you permission to unburden yourself in a way you hadn’t before. "we can speak privately in the confessional."

your heart raced as he said it, the reality of what you were asking for sinking in. it wasn’t just confession — not for you. It was a way to be close to him, a way to sit in that small, private space, separated only by the thin barrier of the confessional screen. the idea of it — of being so close, alone, with him — made your chest tighten with anticipation.

you swallowed hard, nodding again. "thank you, father," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

he gave you one last kind, reassuring smile before you turned to leave, the echo of his words still ringing in your ears as you made your way toward the exit. as you stepped out into the cool air, your body still tingling with the thought of what was to come, your mind raced. confession wasn’t supposed to feel like this — like a secret thrill, a forbidden opportunity. but that’s exactly how it felt.

and it wasn’t just the confession itself. it was him. the way he carried himself with such calm authority, the way his voice seemed to wrap around you, pulling you deeper into your thoughts. you had tried to fight it, tried to deny it, but there was no use anymore.

you wanted him.

by the time the clock struck eight, you found yourself back at the church, your heart racing as you made your way inside. the church was mostly empty now, the quiet stillness of the afternoon wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. you could hear your own footsteps echoing softly as you walked down the aisle toward the confessional booth.

you hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside, the small, intimate space feeling even smaller than usual. the soft rustle of father charlie’s robes reached your ears as he entered the adjacent booth, and your breath hitched in your throat. the thin screen between you offered a sense of privacy, but it did nothing to stop the electricity that buzzed in the air.

"whenever you’re ready," came his voice, low and soothing, sending a shiver through you.

your mind raced, the words you had rehearsed suddenly seeming inadequate. how could you confess these feelings to him? How could you possibly admit that the sin you carried was him? the thought alone made your throat tighten, but you knew you couldn’t back out now.

"forgive me, father, for i have sinned…" you began, your voice shaky, barely more than a whisper, "it has been 160 days since my last confession"

you weren’t sure how you were going to get through this confession, but one thing was certain — the desire that burned inside you wasn’t something that could be easily absolved.

you hesitated, grappling with the words that felt so heavy on your tongue. "i've been having… thoughts," you started, feeling your cheeks flush. "sinful thoughts that i know i shouldn’t be having."

"sinful thoughts about someone?" he asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and caution.

"yes," you admitted, heat creeping up your cheeks. "someone i shouldn’t be thinking about. i know it’s wrong, but i can’t help it."

"tell me more," father charlie encouraged, his tone gentle but firm, as if he could sense the struggle within you.

"it’s... complicated,” you continued, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. "i’ve been trying to push these feelings away, but every time i see him, it’s like i’m drawn to him in a way i know isn’t right."

"why do you believe these feelings are wrong?” he asked, and you could hear the slightest hint of tension in his voice, a challenge that made your heart race.

"because he’s... celibate,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "and i shouldn’t feel this way about him. but i do."

the silence that followed was deafening. you could almost hear the clock ticking, each second feeling like an eternity. you held your breath, waiting for his response, feeling the heat of your confession hang in the air between you, "i don't know what to do, father. these thoughts won't go away"

the scent of incense swirled around you like a comforting yet suffocating blanket. you could hear the soft rustle of the priest’s robes on the other side of the screen. he took a deep breath.

"kneel"

the unexpected command took you by surprise. your heart raced at the thought, a mix of anxiety and anticipation flooding your senses. "kneel?" you echoed, trying to process his words.

"i want you to kneel."

you hesitated for just a moment, but something in his voice compelled you to comply. slowly, you knelt before the screen, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath your knees. your heart raced, each beat echoing in your ears as you sensed the shift in the air around you.

the curtain opened slightly, and father charlie stepped into view, his expression unreadable. the light from the candle illuminated his features, and for a moment, you were taken aback by the intensity in his gaze. there was a hunger there, a spark that made your pulse quicken.

father charlie looked down at you, bringing his hand down to your chin and tilting your head upwards to look him in the eyes. as the moment hung in the air, your heart raced, a wild drumbeat echoing in your ears. you could feel the heat radiating between you both, a magnetic pull that left you breathless. anticipation coursed through your veins, mingling with a desperate thrill that made your pulse quicken.

unexpectedly, he leaned down, stopping only inches away from your lips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you looked down at father charlie's parted lips, before looking back up at his eyes, glistening in the candlelight. your thoughts raced, much more sinful than they were before.

and just like that, father charlie closed the gap between you in a slow but passionate kiss. it felt as if you were breathing each other's air, your fingers moving up and tracing his arm. he then pulled away. you almost followed him, desperate for more, but you couldn't.

looking up at him, your heart raced, a needy look in your eyes.

the sound of father charlie unbuckling his belt rang through the church; anyone who walks in would know what was happening. but you didn't care.

he unzipped his pants before pulling them down, just past his underwear, the thin fabric revealing his large bulge. your was mouth already salivating at the thought of it. father charlie looked down at you with a nod, giving you permission.

your fingers made their way towards his waistband, slowly curling underneath his clothing before slowly pulling them down, just enough to reveal his erection.

gasping slightly at the size of him, you hesitated, your heart quickening.

father charlie moved his hand to the back of your head, urging you.

you couldn't wait any longer. you took deep breath before licking his tip, the taste of his pre-cum giving you the need for more.

desperately, your mouth took as much of him as it could, causing him to let out a soft moan as his tip touched the back of your throat. you looked up at him. the sight of him looking down at you with so much lust, so much greed in his eyes caused your stomach to flutter.

he grabbed onto the back of your hair, lightly pushing you back and forth before picking up momentum. father charlie threw his head back in pleasure, before looking into your eyes once again.

you moaned as the pace grew faster, causing his eyebrows to furrow at the vibration. and with that, he released, the warmth of it running down your throat.

looking up at him with admiration, he smiled slightly.

you knew this wasn't the last time.

[lina-lovebug]

Pretty Boy

Warnings!!: oral - both fem and male receiving, fingering, teasing, praise

Kurt Wagner was a saint.

He prayed daily for his own sins. He didn’t believe in telling someone he would be praying for them because he had no business in their privacy. To be honest, Kurt didn’t much like to hear the shameless and endless berating against those who did not follow the book of God.

Kurt Wagner took a vow.

He took a vow of celibacy, believing himself to be restrained and would wait until he was wed to give himself to whom he loved. But if he’s being honest with himself, he took such a vow because he never thought he’d get married. 

“Look at me,” he’d say, “who would want to devote their life to someone who looks like me?”

You did.

You called Kurt Wagner “the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen”, and from then on, he knew he was fucked.

You showed up like the sun, shining and unexpectedly beautiful. So stunning that Kurt never thought you’d look twice at him.

Let alone be underneath him.

Kurt wanted to do you justice. He pressed his lips against yours with desperation, like a dehydrated man having his first drink of water. It was sloppy at first, because all he wanted to do was touch you. His hands carved out each curve of your skin, memorizing it in his mind like a beautiful painting.

His tail trailed up your dress, which you wore specifically for him. It was his shade of blue, and allowed him a glimpse at your lace underwear when you bent over. You had been teasing the poor boy all day with subtle touches and even trailing his own hand up your dress, teasing your inner thigh underneath the dinner table.

“Kurt. . .” you pleaded, begging for him to touch you. But you made it quite difficult for him today, seeing as he had a raging hard on at dinner and couldn’t get up.

He’d make you beg for it.

“Hmm?” He hummed teasingly against your skin, tracking hot kisses down your neck.

“Kurt, touch me.”

His tail laced itself around your underwear, tugging it down your leg with such slowness that you knew he was doing it on purpose.

“I need you,” your voice was breathless as he brushed his canines against your pulse point.

“Need what, mein schatz? Use your words,” he encouraged softly, gently biting down on your neck whilst grinding his hard on against your sopping wet core.

“Your finger. Please,” his three fingers weren’t normal or human sized, but thicker.

Thick enough to make you wonder how good it could make you feel.

With your underwear at your ankles, his hand began to venture downwards whilst continuing to mark you with his mouth. He had made several impressions upon your neck already, but craved more. He wanted your entire body to be decorated in hickies because they’d remind him that you chose him.

He hissed quietly as he felt you, “Bei Gott, (Y/N). . .all this for me, my love?” You were soaking wet and he dipped a finger inside. You lulled your head back gently, savoring the feeling of his thick and long finger.

Never in a million years did you think Kurt would be such a tease.

He went achingly slow, savoring your walls around his singular digit as it slid in and out with ease. But he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Which was where his predicament lied.

He didn’t want to break his vow to God. 

So, he’d compromise.

By making you cum in every other way possible.

But god damn, did he want to press his cock inside of you and watch as you two became one.

“Faster, Kurt,” you gasped, and he did as you wished. Working his slender finger into you, seeking out your g-spot whilst his other finger began to gently circle your clit. Your eyes widened gently, hips bucking upwards involuntarily and earning a deep chuckle from Kurt.

“Look at you,” he whispered in awe, “so pretty.”

You mewled at his words, and Kurt watched your pretty pussy before taking his thumb off of your clit. And replaced it with his tongue.

“Kurt!” You gasped unexpectedly, one hand coming down to tangle in his hair. He smirked against you, his tongue tracing circles around your clit before gently taking it into his mouth. You further clenched around his finger, getting closer to that sweet release. 

“Taste so sweet, liebling,” he practically moaned against your clit, sucking on it gently whilst working his finger further inside of you. 

“Oh fuck,” you cursed, thighs encapsulating his head but he fucking loved it. Your plush thighs around his head, legs quivering with the need for an orgasm made him harder.

If that was even possible.

“So close,” he purred, “cum. Cum on my finger. Let me taste you.”

With a few more pushes and his sweet tongue, you released with a weak cry. He still worked his finger inside of you, drawing out your orgasm and leaving you panting against the bed. He pulled his finger out slowly, licking it in view of your eyes.

That’s when you saw it.

He was straining against his pants, pre-cum soaking the front.

“Kurt,” you whimpered softly, sitting forward. He looked down at you, confused momentarily.

“Are you alri-agh!”

He was extremely sensitive. Once your hand gently wrapped around his cock through his sweats, his eyes shut and his hand wrapped around your wrist as a low moan released.

“You-you don’t have to,” he said. He didn’t care if he had to go jack off later. Well, he did but he knew his vows. 

“But I want to,” you pressed, “you made me feel so good. Let me make you cum, baby.”

He was putty in your hands at that point. That small plea paired with your begging eyes led him to sitting on the bed whilst you got on your knees, and he swore this sight was better than the Heavens itself.

His cock sprang free, gently hitting his stomach and he watched as you looked at it. He felt nervous, wondering if maybe you thought it-

A startled moan left his mouth as you dragged your tongue along his shaft. His hands gripped the sheets below him, his citrine eyes staring down at you. 

You further pressed on, your lips around his tip and you soon realized just how much he needed this. How much he deserved this. You slowly bob your head, taking him in inch at a time. Your warm mouth alone made him feel like he was already close.

“Zu gut,” he whimpered softly. You pulled back momentarily, deciding to tease him.

“What was that? Use your words, baby."

A strangled moan escaped him as you fully took his cock into your mouth. His hands gripped the sheets tighter, refusing to lay a hand on your pretty head. He didn’t want to make you gag or choke on accident, but he was using every ounce of self restraint.

“Just-just like that, (Y/N),” he was embarrassed but you savoured those precious little sounds coming from him. They were whimpers and soft moans, which encouraged you to deep throat him.

His tail flicked wildly on the bed, twitching every so often when you took him deep.

His eyes rolled back gently, but he didn’t want them to. He wanted to look at your pretty face, your eyes as you graciously took care of him.

“Close, baby?” You questioned, pulling away momentarily. He nodded eagerly, and you laced your hand with his. You licked his tip before taking him back into your mouth, and his hips bucked forward. You gagged slightly at the sudden jump, but it only made you want him more because he was enjoying this so much.

He felt it building, and fast. 

“So nah dran. . .” he gasped, his German sounding babbled, “I-I’m close.”

His hand clenched around yours, squeezing as his tail twitched wildly. You felt him cumming quickly, and kept him inside your mouth. He came soon with a weak cry of your name, panting slightly as his cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed, not complaining because his sounds and facial expressions were enough.

“Thank you, mein schatz,” he breathed out, his eyes practically glowing as he wiped your hair from your face.

“I’d do it everyday if it means you keep making pretty sounds,” you responded, earning a purple hue on his cheeks.

But he didn’t oppose.

[bloodlust-1]

| . Broken Celibacy . |

Lovely photo by @astarionposting

Astarion x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: Using his tadpole, Astarion connects with Tav as she masturbates alone, or so she thought. Tav had vowed to remain celibate to avoid the complications of love, yet this promise would be broken.

T/W: Smut, blood

Notes: Okay this is smut but also a little fluff at the end cause I love, Love <3

Having this damned tadpole was more than an annoyance. But it was good for one thing. Something Astarion found quite amusing. To read the inner thoughts of someone's mind, and Tav's was a specific interest.

And tonight was no exception.

Astarion lay on his bedroll, staring aimlessly. He heaved a soft yawn before his ears twitched. With wide eyes Astarion flinched his head towards the side of his tent: Did I hear a moan?

The only person close was Tav, whose tent was steps away from his. Astarion's eyebrows quirked up in amusement; was his favorite companion finally breaking her self-imposed celibacy? He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that it wasn't him that she had chosen. But Astarion failed to tell Tav just how he felt about her yet.

Astarion clenched his jaw, his teeth digging into his lip as he tried to keep his mind from running wild. He felt a spark of jealousy, unsure of who it was Tav's indulging with. Who was the lucky one who got to bring her pleasure?

Well - a peek wouldn't hurt.

Astarion closed his eyes, allowing his mind to slip into Tav's head. She was close enough for his tadpole to connect with. He kept his thoughts quiet enough to not disturb her. And there he saw, the image of Tav's legs spread open, her fingers softly rubbing over her exposed clit.

Interesting.

She was all alone. His favorite little juice box was pleasuring herself. His lips tugged into a small smirk, and his stomach turned with butterflies as more soft moans flowed into his ears. With the connection, Astarion could feel the tingling flow throughout his body, settling into the very depths of his groin. A twitch in his underwear brushed against the opening of his pants.

Astarion's breath hitched, and Tav's desires became his. He could feel the pleasure coursing in her body. But Astarion couldn't- no, wouldn't let go of the connection. It was too intoxicating.

With a cuss under his breath, Astarion unzipped his pants and shamelessly grabbed his hardened length. The pre-cum was enough lubricant to swiftly glide his hand up and down.

The image of Tav's fingers over her core played in his mind. Astarion's grip became tighter when one of her fingers slipped into her sex. The faint muffled whimpers were just enough to send Astarion over the edge.

Astarion pumped his hard cock into the palm of his hand, spilling more precum as he fucked himself just as Tav did. His hips thrust into the air desperately for more. Gods he needed Tav now.

With his eyes closed, Astarion spied on Tav fingering herself. His mind drifted to her face. The way her lips parted, her hazy eyes, and her wet fingers being sucked into the very place he wished to be balls deep in. She was lovely.

Astarion focused on his tip, hastily pumping his hand against the most sensitive part of his body. Fuck, it felt soo good. He needed to be quiet, he didn't want to get caught when he was so close. Astarion let out shakey breaths and continued to pick up his pace.

Just as he did, Tav thrust two fingers in and out. She placed her hand over her mouth to cover the loud moans that so badly wished to escape. Tav's eyes shut tightly as her jaw clenched, her climax coming to a close.

"Fuck." Astarion groaned against the thrusts. The tip of his cock went hot to the touch. He knew just by the way Tav's legs trembled that she would cum too.

A couple more pumps and thrusts were all enough to spill them both over the edge. If Astarion wasn't too drunk into his climax he would've missed the image of a pale white-haired man with red eyes pop into her mind. The connection was cut off before Astarion could question it. He groaned with a sharp pain in his temples.

Who was that man - is that me?

~

The next morning Tav woke up blissfully. Finally, she had a quiet moment to knock off that aching feeling between her legs.

She tried to not get tangled too much between her companions. After all, so much was on her mind and love wasn't something Tav was actively looking for.

BUT

Then there was Astarion - the vampire who had a way of tugging at Tav's heartstrings. She tried her best to remain guarded and not let her feelings for him take over until she was sure that his feelings for her were mutual. But it was hard when his presence alone was enough to make her heart flutter and her head spin.

Tav noticed she woke up late compared to everyone else, it seemed it was just one of those days to relax and heal. But what Tav really needed, was a bath. Gods did she feel so sticky from last night. Not to mention the obvious smell of sex on her.

Just as Tav started to head out to the closest stream, Astarion snapped Tav out of her daydreaming, "Good morning, darling. I hope you...slept well last night." He flashed a knowing smile. Something felt off about his aura...Did he know?

The image of Tav's trembling, cummed fingers still sat heavy in Astarions stomach. The experience still felt so vivid in his mind. It was delicious.

Tav's eyes widened in surprise as if she had been caught in a lie, and she let out an embarrassed giggle. "Oh! Y-yes, it was good," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She nervously cleared her throat and shifted her feet, trying to appear nonchalant.

Astarion's smirk lingered on his lips as he came dangerously close to Tav's ear. The warmth of his breath hit her skin, "Next time, do invite me." His gaze lingered for a moment before he took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent. "You smell delicious."

With a teasing laugh, Astarion walked away, leaving Tav utterly dumbstruck. Fuck! Was she really that loud? She felt a heat wave wash over her. Tav could've melted into a pool of shame right there on the floor from the sheer embarrassment.

~

Tav avoided Astarion like he was the plague. How much did he hear? What did he know? She couldn't be for sure but she felt like he knew something just from his teases and glances. It felt super sexual and it took her by surprise.

Maybe Tav was being too sensitive about it all. It's been weeks and well- sometimes the thought of Astarion crept into her head at night. So what if she needed to release herself?

Tav sighed as she got herself ready for the night, blowing out the few candles in her tent. Just as she did, Astarion peeked his head inside.

"Is there something you need?" Tav straightened her back as she tilted her head in confusion.

He rubbed the side of his neck, "I know this isn't the best time to ask but-"

"You need blood?" Tav cut him off with a raised eyebrow.

He let out a soft giggle and nodded his head, "You always know what to say, my dear."

Tav thought to herself for a moment. Surely, it was not a problem. But she still felt embarrassed from the whole... incident. "Uhm...Sure, just make it quick." Tav puffed out her cheeks, she tried her best to keep personal feelings aside.

He clasped his hands together with a fangy grin, "Perfect!"

Tav laid back onto her bedroll, and all but a single candle flickered against Astarion's silhouette. It was like his eyes glowed at the sight of her. He really did like her, and it was unbeknownst to Tav just how beautiful he thought she was.

If the room was not so dark, he could see just how red Tav's face grew.

"I was wondering where that pretty face has been all day." Astarion hummed.

"Is that flirting or coercion?" Tav looked up, eyes dilated.

Astarion watched her carefully, his eyes shining in awe. His hands gently stroked Tav's hair and cradled her head in his palm. "Mmm, both?" He leaned down and inhaled the scent of her sweet skin as he moved his head closer to her neck.

Astarion thought: The nape of her neck fits so perfectly against my cheek as if she were crafted just for me.

They locked eyes with each other. And there it was again...The pang in her chest. Tav wondered if he too felt it.

"Just relax my dear."

Astarion's teeth grazed her neck, sending a shiver through her body. Tav felt his cold lips press against her skin just when fangs pierced her flesh.

The sensation was so intense, it sent a spark of electricity up her spine. His lips moved to her ear as he whispered, “My love." Tav felt herself melting into him and knew there was no turning back.

The shivers that tickled her skin and the feeling of his lips were enough to make her want to stay in this moment forever. She felt like she was in a dream, and she never wanted to wake up.

Tav was already trembling under his hold. She knew just how much her body craved someone's touch, but fuck why now. With lips parted, she let out an accidental whimper.

Astarion suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide with surprise as the moan escaped her lips. Tav's eyes flew open, seeing the mess of blood dripping down Astarion's lips.

"I - Sorry." She shuddered before falling quiet in her own jumble of words.

Tav's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, realizing she had just moaned for him. She quickly looked away, not knowing what to say. His eyes lingered on her a moment longer before smiling under all the blood.

"You're amazing," he spoke softly.

"I love the way your body responds to me."

By the gods, has Tav been so obviously horny in each feeding session they had?

Astarion moved to Tav's mouth and kissed her gently, his lips still stained with her blood. Tav felt herself melt into his embrace as their mouths softly moved in sync. She was shocked, but the kiss wasn't unwelcome.

Tav's hands clutched the contours of his face, forcing his lips closer to hers. She wanted him, and everything he came with. His burdens, his scars, and his love. Tav hoped he could feel that all in mere actions.

Astarion felt the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Something was different about her. This was their first time ever sexually sharing these emotions, and so passionately too. It made him feel...wanted. It was unfamiliar territory.

Astarion's hands explored her curves. Moving slowly, caressing her body long enough to try and memorize each and every curve.

Astarion tugged at the lace of Tav's top, allowing the fabric to unravel her breasts. He pulled away and continued to undress Tav and himself. He wanted to feel her skin against his. And she was absolutely perfect.

He leaned over and dragged his tongue against the punctures, trying to get every drop of blood her could before pulling away.

"You are so beautiful, my love. I could spend eternity just touching your body, feeling the perfection of every curve.” There was a sencerity in his voice, and it made her go hot.

Astarion's fingers had tickled down Tav's body until it was met with her wet folds. Her legs slowly parted, allowing him more access to rub her most sensitive spots.

And to his delight, she was already wet.

All the while his mouth was over one of her breasts, circling the bud of her nipple. Tav felt every hair on her body rise while moaning a sweet tune. The way Astarion skillfully circled Tav's clit sent her on a blissful high.

Tav whispered his name, begging. "Astarion -" Tav stared with pleading eyes. "Please."

Astarion clearly understood what Tav begged: To be mine for the night. But if he finally made Tav's his, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to let go.

he smiled with a bloodied smirk before gripping Tav's waist and moving their bodies so that she was now straddling him. Astarion's smirk widened as he gazed up at her, his eyes filled with awe.

The vulnerability of being naked with his hungry eyes made her nervous. Tav bite down on her lip and averted her eyes, “I haven’t done this in a really long time…” She whispered. There was a strong hold of embarrassment. She didn’t want to disappoint Astarion with her lack of experience.

He reached out to cup her cheek, stroking it. “It was never about experience. It’s just you and me.” She looked amazing, it made no sense to him how she could be so insecure. Even if it was a long time for her, it was for him too.

Tav slowly looked back at him, nodding her head with a shy smile. His touch was careful, and calculated. He made sure to make her as comfortable as possible.

Their lips connected again while his hands wrapped around her waist. Their bodies pressed against each other tightly, and he’d peek at her exposed cleavage he fantasized so much about.

Wow. She's beautiful. Astarion took in all of her nakedness in admiration. He felt like he had struck a gold mine from the very moment they kissed.

He saw her melt into his arms as his erection poked against her. Face bright and eyes glistening, Tav was ready to finally feel him inside her. It was more than just a hook-up to her, Tav wanted Astarion to feel loved and wanted.

With approval in her eyes, Astarion trailed his hands down her hips, gripping the pudge of her love handles. Feeling every little stretch mark like tiger stripes.

This felt weird- felt different. Sex was always just a chore but this...He felt amazing being with her like this.

His hand reached for his length and placed his tip at her opening. He looked at her, waiting for an invitation.

Tav caught eyes with him and placed a single kiss on his lips, "We can stop at any time... If this is too much for you."

"Of course not, my dear. You are the only one I've ever felt this good with." He reassured her before pushing his hips against hers, slowly sliding into her.

They both sighed blissfully. Tav's warmth surrounded Astarion. It felt right, and everything they'd been through added up to this very moment. A realization hit him hard. Tav was important to him and it was time to show it.

His hips pushed deeper into her, wanting to selfishly feel every inch that she could offer. Tav rocked her hips with his as they collided back and forth hastily.

The tent filled with a cacophony of sounds: pants, whimpers, and groans all fighting for attention. Astarion moved with precision, thrusting into Tav with a force that had her hips bucking in response.

His strong hands held Tav's hips firmly, pushing her deeper onto his cock. Her walls trembled around him, her cries of delight echoing in his ears as he felt himself becoming increasingly connected to her.

He would always dissociate during sex, but no. not this time.

Shakily, Tav sat herself up, her hands placed on his chiseled pale chest. Her body acculated a glisten of sweat and she began to bounce on him. Allowing her weight to do most of the work as they thrust into each other.

Astarion gritted his teeth in the surge of pleasure. His cock twitching inside the wet slick of her walls. The bounce of her body swelled his eyes as his mouth parted softly, groaning the most prettiest melody.

His hands fondled her ass and dug his nails into the imperfectly perfect marks of her skin. His pumps became sloppy and tired.

Their bodies gleamed with sweat and they shamelessly used each other's bodies for pleasure. Each time Astarion bucked his hips into her, She leaned over more and more until her breasts were hovering over his face.

He sucked the delicate skin until he left many bruises, marking his territory like a feral animal on her breasts. His hips hungrily dug into hers and swiftly laying her on her back. Astarion wanted to see every move, moan, and expression under his body. He wanted to dominate her.

Tav wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. Her arms hugged him as she caressed the scars of his contract. Each caress sent shivers up his back from the sudden softness of the otherwise intense fucking.

Astarion leaned in closer, pressing his forehead firmly against Tav's. Their breathing coated each other's damp skin as his pumps became rougher. The sound of skin slapping filled the tent with a strong musk of sex.

It felt like a lost moment as if he stayed like this for some time now. His mind was filled with the image of Cazador and the wretched cells he had been held in, along with the terrible smell that still lingered in his memory.

But then, almost as quickly as it had come. The image faded away, replaced instead by a bright light - and at the end of it: An image of Tav smiling, the sun glistening on all the high points of her face.

It was a beautiful sight, one he wished could last forever.

This image burned into Astarion's memory and he gasped when he was snapped back into reality. Tav's wet lips opened in a final yelp before he felt his climax flow into her.

Astarion blinked aimlessly for a moment and looked down at Tav. She was hazy but concern filled her eyes as she cupped his face, "A-Are you okay?" She spoke between breathy pants.

Astarion felt himself relax into her touch as he nodded, his mind slowly returning to the present. He lingered a loving look at her and the small bead of sweat that streamed down her temple, "I-...Yes." He hung his head over Tav's shoulder, planting a kiss on her jaw.

She closed her eyes and hugged him tenderly, "I always knew you were special." Tav admittedly foolishly. She was still unsure what they were and it would definitely get complicated after this.

Astarion felt the warmth swell in his chest, a pleasant and soothing sensation that he'd never experienced before. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of Tav's hair. A feeling of contentment and peace settled over him.

He wasn't sure what this feeling was, but he knew it was special. Astarion couldn't explain it, but he knew he had strong emotions about it. The warmth in his chest seemed to spread throughout his body, and he felt an overwhelming sense of peace.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

[darth-jess]

Anidala headcanons?

Okay so this headcanon is actually inspired by a scene from Doctor Who but it's heavily Anidala coded, and I have adopted it for Anidala.

Alright.

I imagine Padmé has to overhear a lot of random women (and men) discussing Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear. I imagine she hears them talk about how sexy he is, how there's no way he follows the Jedi vow of celibacy, how he must have lovers on every world from the Core to the Outer Rim.

I imagine how jealous and upset this makes her– not because she believes it, because she knows he's faithful to her, but because she hates knowing people imagine this. I imagine it makes her want to scream that he's her husband, that he belongs to her and her alone.

And then he gets home, he's treated like a hero, surrounded and swarmed by his fans, the people who idolize him and imagine him in their beds.

But Padmé can't help smiling. Because, as she watches him, she sees the look of disappointment on his face as his eyes scan his worshippers, how quickly his gaze flicks over their faces as he searches. And she sees how that look of disappointment fades and turns into joy the moment his eyes find her, all the way in the back.

And after all the fanfare, when he is finally able to approach her, she tells him, "I'm surprised you could see me, surrounded by all your fans."

And he would take her in his arms and say, "When do I not see you?"

Even though she'd roll her eyes, she'd also blush and grin. And she would say, "Really? One face, in that whole crowd?"

And he would lean down and kiss her, and say, "There was crowd?"

Because all he ever sees is her.

[allebasimaianunes]

lamb of god diary's † father charlie mayhew short-fic

sumary: there's a lamb of god very much loyalty for hers favorite preacher. so she writers everything what happens with both like her own bible. the bible of the sinners.

autor's note: my fisrt "fanfic" in english. the ideia it's this sounds like a really deep dive on the mind of a girl (reader) while she envolves with her priest, like a real diary where i'll can find thoughts and randoms stuffs about her life.

warning contend: sexual mention, lost of virginity, prient kink. drabble.

word count: 803

language: english

soundtrank inspo: preacher's daughter (ofc)!!!

lamb's diary. oct, 30 of 2024.

Father Charlie Mayhew was so incredibly hungry for me.

He needed to possess me, maddened, completely intoxicated by his own desires. And I wanted it too, I won’t lie! When he approached me—an angel in the church, a smirk on his beautiful face—I knew exactly what we’d be doing in that secluded place.

He looked deeply into my eyes during communion, letting me feel his touch as he placed the body of Christ on my tongue, whispering, “Come to me tonight.”

I was so nervous and anxious about it! In the midst of guilt and sadness, I always wanted this: the bodily contact, the intimacy, the singular pleasure that I sometimes indulged in alone but which, at times, was not enough. My perverted thoughts had haunted me, haunted me while I walked with my dog and saw the new priest jogging in those ridiculous shorts, his slim shirt clinging to his muscular body; haunted me when he fixed his gaze on me, on my body, with a hidden desire in his dark eyes; haunted me as I touched myself alone in bed, with the holy Virgin Mary looking down on me in mercy until I climaxed, thinking of Father Charlie fucking me so hard that it broke my bed.

Then I’d wake up from a wet dream of him, telling myself it wasn’t real. Until that day, when I entered his room. I sat on the simple wooden chair, hands clasped in my lap, looking at him with expectation.

Charlie sat on the bed, which sank under the weight of his muscular frame, his dark, intense eyes undressing me. His breathing was already heavy with desire, which I could tell by the bulge forming in his black cotton pants. He slowly declared his intentions, asked my thoughts on celibacy and sex. My response was simple, lacking arguments—a passive plea, revealing my need to be devoured by that man, so powerful in his presence. He whispered about God and the outdated dogmas of the church as he unbuttoned the front of my dress with one hand (he’s very skilled with his fingers, I might add).

With rough lips, dripping words from his soft tongue, he kissed me passionately. It was a delicious, desperate kiss, far more experienced than my first kiss, and Charlie knew how to move his hands. He made me sigh with passion, squeezed me between his palms, made me tremble as he undressed both of us. His body was a temple of temptation, sculpted and strong. He was big. As he laid me down on the bed, covering me with angelic, affectionate kisses, I felt something hard pressing against me. That’s when I thought, “Oh my God! It’s going to happen!” With abruptness, he removed my panties, followed by his own underwear, leaving us both completely exposed to each other, eyes filled with lust. His desire was dripping from him, radiating a strange, forbidden aura through his gaze, while I felt like a lamb about to be sacrificed.

Since I like metaphors, here’s one: with his sharp-bladed dagger, he pierced my throbbing core, causing a sharp pain that bled down to its hilt, flowing from the wound and bringing me closer to the sacred light. A radiance enveloped me—my thoughts, my body. A small death that revived me when he finished, filling me with himself and asking forgiveness for everything. But it wasn’t over. He kissed his way down, cleaned me with the blanket, and began to pray between my legs. Sacred incantations. Within minutes, I reached the epitome of something far greater than myself, giving myself over completely. Me, cruel.

Lying next to him, staring at the white ceiling, I lazily asked, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” to which Charlie laughed, his chest shaking as he responded smoothly, “Of course not.”

I knew it was a lie, but in that moment, I preferred to believe the sweet honeyed words of that serpent.

Then he helped me up, asked if I was okay, offered me warm water, helped me dress, and guided me to the door. The rectory was strangely empty, but Charlie whispered that God had arranged it all.

With a strange fear lodged in my throat, he gave me his blessing, and I went home, feeling a burning between my legs and a numbness in my mind. I must say, this has been happening for weeks. I enter his room, he devours me, ravenous, and then I slip from his hands as if I’m leaving the scene of a crime. And isn’t that what it is, really? A priest shouldn’t be doing this… well, I don’t think Charlie should even be a priest, but that’s another story.

In the end, though, it’s consuming me bit by bit.

Father Charlie Mayhew is consuming me entirely. And I’m not complaining.

[zorosdimples]

mdni. monsterfucking, kind of—two dick zhongli.

it’s no surprise that zhongli has had scores of lovers across his lifetime; several millennia is long enough to experience every hedonistic pleasure—and to invent a few oneself.

but as the archon aged and his beloved land grew, his intimate pursuits fell by the wayside, and he focused on matters more pressing than his own desire.

perhaps that’s why he’s so taken aback by his attraction to you—a mere mortal, delicate and fragile, utterly ephemeral. he hasn’t felt such a stirring in… hundreds of years? no; an entire millenium.

it’s equal parts exhilarating and unnerving.

zhongli is no blushing virgin. but his period of celibacy—his dry spell, as it were—made him forget how satisfying it is to touch another. how vital it feels to squeeze and trace the curves of your soft body, to drink in your honeyed breaths, to consume you in your entirety.

but there’s something else that slipped the former god’s mind.

it’s your first time together: you are stripped bare long before he is, finding bliss on his dexterous fingers and silver tongue. but once he’s confident that it’s time to bring you to the height of ecstasy, disrobing and revealing himself fully to you, you gasp in shock.

he’s huge—there’s no other way to put it. and he has not one, but two cocks, nestled beneath a shock of dark hair. the look of both nervous excitement and unabashed want on your face sends a flood of memories back to zhongli.

ah yes.

the airy chuckle he lets out stokes the warmth in your belly. he situates you on your back, but surprises you when he lowers his face between your legs yet again.

“you aren’t ready, darling,” zhongli explains. he smooths a warm hand across your belly and presses a kiss to your thigh. his voice is smooth and rich, and you can nearly feel it rumble in your core as he says, “i shall get you there, though. trust me.”

[theyungihven]

The Demon's Infatuation • Sex Demon Yunho

CHAPTER 2

↬ pairing: dom demon yunho x sub female reader

↬ genre: smut, romance

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming, choking kink, hard core dom yunho, yunho is OBSSESSED,

↬ word count: 1.2K+

↬ author’s note: this full novel length fic is a dedication to my boyfriend alex and the demon that visited me at night two years ago every full moon night

Summary : She's just an innocent heartbroken girl who just wants to be loved for once despite her flaws and imperfections and he's a wicked demon who wants nothing but to corrupt her soul to till all she can think of him. What can go wrong if he takes a little interest in her? Heaven along with Hell are not going to collide with the Earth, or will they?

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST : @yunhogrippers @haram-monbebe @atinism @yvnhoos @st4rhwa @lomons

“So I teleported near the old city. And then, I got this strong whiff of blood.” I tell San.

We sit under the neon lights on the barstools as we rest our hands on the bar counter. The brown wood creaks under my weight, a reminder of its ancientness

I feel the bartender’s eyes widen with every word I say, as if he’s a columnist and writes the infamous gossip column catered to making the most scandalous secrets known to hell’s residents.

However, I don’t care enough and continue about my latest endeavour to a very uninterested San. The fellow demon looks like he will jump into the holy water any moment, if given the chance to cease his existence.

“I saw a girl on her knees begging someone to love her.” I say and a small smile greets his lips. “She looked delicious and I’m telling you, she smelled sweeter than an elixr.” I continue and the bartender bends down to access the lower cabinets of the counter, all while his eyes stay hooked in my direction.

“And what’s better than trapping a human in distress? So I thought, why not make my presence known? And then, mate,” I chuckle as I remember the moment she ran inside and the look that crowned her face when she noticed my shadow form, “she has the audacity to recite verses, but she couldn’t even do that right.”

“Humans are pathetic, I'm telling you." Dante agrees with me as he smiles a little, his lips thinning but not even curling a degree up whatsoever for some reason unknown to me. My heart skips a beat as my smile drops.

The clitter clatter of the glass and the chatter of the demons inside the infamous club Hell’s Inferno is constant, with fights erupting every now and then, like an active volcano.

However, today, it is eerily quiet in the dead of a full moon night.

It is unusual, but I enjoy the bourbon in my hands.

I swirl it around while taking a little peek at my dear friend, San who is playing with the end of his tail. He looks very odd today, as if he has fucked up real bad and is now going to be banished from hell. His skin looks pale as if he’s losing his colour from malnutrition.

However, as from the latest gossip and news about the duo’s latest adventures also according to the not so quiet whispers, celibacy isn’t the case.

“Mate, you look like you prevented a sin.” I say, as I place my bourbon glass on the counter and stare at him. Nothing but worry fills my heart.

“Nothing.” he replies lifelessly as if he has given up on reality and accepted defeat.

“Then, the fuck is wrong with you?” I scream.

Everyone in the club looks at me as if I tempted a human to commit a good deed.

I take a deep breath in order to calm myself down and then say,

“How’s your girl, San?”

“urm…she’s doing…umm…well!” Dante shutters. He then gulps his drink all the way and stares at the glass.

My suspicions and the word of mouth which had travelled to me earlier this week were indeed true.

Dante did associate with an angel, committed treason and is next on line to getting banished from hell.

“You fucked up big time, mate.” I chuckle as I say, swallowing the bitterness on my tongue which attempts to slip but I don't want to hurt Dante anymore.

“I know, I know…” Dante sighs. He then takes a deep breath as he corrects his posture.

“I FUCKING KNOW OKAY!” He slams the glass on the table as he stares at me dead in the eye.

“What are you going to do with this girl though?” Wow, now I am the main focus of the conversation. I look up at Dante as I lick my lips, refreshing my memory at all things I’ve been thinking to do with her.

“Tempt her, seduce her, get so deep into her mind” I say as I swirl the drink which the bartender refilled in order to infiltrate our privacy.

I gulp down the whole thing in one go and slam it on the table.

“That she’d desperately crave me like a drug.” I finished, and Dante’s reaction to my words is magnificent. He looks like a human when they see me in my demon form for a split second in the corner of their room as I give them my charismatic smile.

“But how?” Dante asks as he looks at me all confused.

I get up from the barstool and walk closer towards Dante.

“Good things take time, my dear.” I pat Dante's shoulder as I continue, “but wonderful things…” I lean in as I whisper into his ear, “takes a good strategy and patience.” I say, then lean back, flashing him my trademark smile as I turn around and make a dramatic exit which leaves everyone gasping.

[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 5

“You can finish if you beg.” - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

633 words

Ominis knew his girlfriend had been getting more and more eager to go farther with him. He knew her sexual appetite was already quite intense but she’d been willing to take it slow with him seeing as he found it very hard to trust someone.

They’d had plenty of heavy petting make outs in the undercroft and even a few other times in some secluded areas of the castle. But never had they gone farther than some over the clothes grinding and touching.

Today they'd been tucked away in the undercroft napping on the large couch when she’d woken up in a particular mood. She’d started rather subtly and had worked her way up from just kissing his neck to leaving teasing little bite marks to massaging his poorly hidden erection.

Her hand was flirting with the button of his trousers. She wanted badly to feel his hardness in her palm and feel what her kisses were actually doing to him but she held herself back, knowing he’d been pretty against their clothes ever coming off.

He was definitely feeling the effects of their time together, he was rock hard and everything inside of him told him to take her, pin her down and just give into his carnal desires with her.

He’d even flipped her underneath him and hovered over her, switching between kissing her neck and kissing her lips. “Tell me now darling…if I reach under this skirt and find you wet, if I make you come…would it satisfy your little craving and quench your thirst for a while?”

She moaned at the thought. She’d craved for his touch, desperate for anything he’d give her. “Oh fuck yes, Ominis. Please. I’ll take anything you give me. Need you so badly.”

He groaned, lifting her leg and placing it over the back of the couch. He pushed her skirt up to pool around her waist and when his fingers met the damp fabric between her legs, he sucked in a shaky breath.

His instinct to take her right then and there was strong but the self preservation of his heart was even stronger, powering him through to pull her panties aside and rub her center gently.

She tossed her head back needily, hips canting up to meet his touch. His fingers gently explored her, two fingers sliding into her core just as she told him she’d done many a night after their escapades. His thumb came to gently press on her sensitive bud, sending shivers racking up her body and tingling down her limbs like little lightning bolts.

Her hips rocked upwards toward his fingers, breathy gasps leaving her lips as she clutched at the fabric of the couch below her. She whimpered, trying to regain her composure. “P-please…c-curl your fingers, j-just a bit…”

He did as she said and immediately her hips raised off the couch toward him. Her walls fluttered around his fingers and he uncurled them, chuckling just a bit to tease her.

She whimpered, he could feel her eyes burning holes into his face at this point and he chuckled. “Come on, love. You can finish if you beg for it. I know you can beg like a good girl for me.”

She practically whined, hips angling to try and get his fingers just right inside of her. “P-please, Ominis. I-I need it so badly my love. Please just let me cum for you. Wanna cum on your fingers like a good girl, please!”

He chuckled darkly, his own erection jerking with interest in his trousers at the sounds of her pleading whines and quickened breath. He was rapidly rethinking his celibacy with her.

He leaned down, lips just meeting the shell of her ear as his fingers curled just right inside of her. “Then cum for me.”

[mychlapci]

Another break from the usual NSFW asks, but I really like hope Springer and the Wreckers appear in Earthspark (I am head deep in delulu land) bc it would be REALLY fun to see Nightshade being a parallel to Springer and to see both as siblings. These two would have a LOT to talk about their parents and how their altmodes (triple changer and beastmode) affected their lives.

Like, imagine these two having moments together as siblings. The older cool sports lover older brother Springer and his younger dark-academy core enby sibling. Them being WAY different, but still hanging out doing inane shit like flying together or him going in their lab or even just seeing the scenery together.

Also Springer being an anchor to ground 'Shade and be an older cooler influence outside of their parents (humans and bots). He isn't strict nor demanding like Prowl or Tarantulas, he also gets an undertanding of them as kindred, differently from Dot and Alex, and at the same time he knows how to give the best advice to them into being the better bot they can be. Idk it makes me happy to know Prowl and Tarantulas had two children in their divorce in which they had the most unhinged custody agreement (each parent gets a child and that's it).

aaaah this is the ask i mentioned during celibacy week. Absolutely, absolutely, have Springer appear, and befriend Nightshade. they can even bond over both knowing Tarantulas,

[sudoviansnelf]

II. part of "The Knight-Paladin Alphabet Headcanons"

I am still creating headcanons for the Knight-Paladin Gelebor right here. Warning, there will be NSFW ones too, though way later (they aren't there yet). There are some mentions of self-harm right now, though.

Here are 2 letters from the second chapter:

O — Office — What is their job, what duties they have, what privileges and licenses they have?

Each Paladin must be ordained with the most basic holy orders, allowing them to officiate wedding ceremonies and conduct funeral services. The head of the Chantry’s Paladins is permitted to bless mer, men and beastfolk without an occasion and celebrate Mass, though Knight-Paladins only perform these sacraments if no other priest of Auri-El is available, particularly during missions with other Paladins away from the operating sanctuary. Members of the security branch of the Chantry of Auri-El are not required to take oaths of celibacy, but the sacred atmosphere of the temple strongly encourages everyone to abstain from sexual relationships. The absence of villages in the immediate vicinity prevents the Paladins from meeting potential partners to settle down with. Consequently, when it is time for their retirement, they often choose to assume the role of a priest and officially take a vow of chastity.

His duties as a Knight-Paladin are simple at their core: he is required to patrol the sacred grounds, defend the holy site from encroachment and defilement, and assist stationing Prelates if needed. When the Forgotten Vale was ultimately cut off from the outside world during the conflict with the Atmorans, the Paladins were expected to hunt game for the Chantry.

He managed a small group of Paladins, ten mer, most of them younger than he. He supervised their training sessions and was responsible for maintaining their discipline. He was chosen by the previous Knight-Paladin just before his retirement as the most suited and devoted warrior, and he accepted the trial that led to his final promotion. He cherishes the memory of the toast raised in his honor by his fellow Paladins, cleric friends, and his brother when they commemorated his successful completion of the exams — one on the study of their faith and the other on the art of combat.

Q — Quirkiness — What are some eccentric little habits they have?

When alone, Gelebor has a habit of quietly singing hymns dedicated to Auri-El or gentle melodies, sometimes even without realizing it. His voice is soft and reverent, and it helps him maintain his spiritual connection during his long hours of solitude.

In moments of restlessness, he compulsively tidies up his surroundings, even if his camp or the Chantry just has been cleaned. Should he share a living space with a companion who happens to be a bit disorganized, he would quietly take it upon himself to tidy up after them, as long as their messiness remains within reason.

He tends to monologue in his head, creating rich descriptions, observations and recollections. This habit not only helps him stave off boredom but also ensures he maintains his fluency and elegance in both Falmeris and the Common Tongue, despite the scarcity of new books to read.

[phatm0th]

Archie the Painslut

18+

heyy so i recently started the show The Great on hulu and even though i haven’t finished it yet (not even on season three yet) i really wanted to write about Archie. This was meant to be much shorter but i kept coming up with new ideas and it snowballed into this.

this is a plus size reader fic because im plus size and i say there aren’t enough of those out there. this is like, the second fic ive ever shared with the first one being on ao3. (i’ll post this one on ao3 soon) i feel like it could’ve been better but im still quite happy with the results. hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

tags: plus size!reader, priest kink, femdom, overstimulation, oral sex, nuns, riding, slapping, choking

You were enjoying your gig as a nun in the empress’s court so far. A month prior, Russia’s new ruler sent out a pamphlet encouraging women to join the church. Other parts of the world required quite a bit of work for a woman to become a nun, but this was Russia. You jumped at the opportunity, not wanting to be married off to one of the men in your village. All you had was a brief interview with Catherine The Great herself and secured your position as a nun. You truly enjoyed it, too. Food was nice, you had made a few friends, and it was quite a simple job. Celibacy got a little difficult, but self pleasure always helped. There was one thing though, one man, rather, that annoyed you to your core.

Well, most men of the court annoyed you, always either undressing you with their eyes or making jokes about your size. This particular man annoyed you in another way, though. Archie, the patriarch of Russia, wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. He regularly interacted with other members of the clergy, but you might as well have been invisible to him. He seemed pretty high strung the first time you met him. He offered you a curt, “Hello, pleasure to serve the lord with you,” or something, and not much else. When you passed in the halls, he looked straight ahead. If there was a risk of brushing up against you, he would walk in the opposite direction. There were plenty of people in the court that didn’t interact with you and you didn’t give a shit. The truth was, you really, really wanted him.

One night, at a party, you saw your friend, Marial, drinking and speaking with someone you couldn’t see. She saw you walking towards her and beckoned you forward, smiling. “There’s my favorite nun! Are you enjoying yourself?” she greeted. You nodded, slightly tipsy. Then you noticed, directly to Marial’s left was a stone cold sober Archie. “Oh. Hello Archie,” you mumbled. He stood up abruptly, “Hello. Must go,” he said, then quickly walked off. You sighed heavily, and plopped down onto the spot he was sitting. “What’s his fucking problem with me? You know, he’s barely said a word to me since I got here!” you slurred. Marial smirked and asked, “Is it not obvious?” She paused and stared at you as if waiting for you to give her your best guess. You lifted your shoulders in confusion. “He wants to fuck you!” she said with a laugh. “Very funny jape, Marial,” you lightly elbowed her. Her face became as serious as you had ever seen it. “I’m serious! And it is quite fucking obvious,” she gestured with her hand holding a drink to Archie, stood in a dark corner by himself, staring at you intensely. You locked eyes for a brief moment then he left his corner, disappearing into the crowd of drunk nobles.

Marial confided one other thing in you regarding Archie before the party ended. That being, he was very easy to tempt. He was slipping into his “old ways”, she said. And the only way he prevented himself from fucking his way through 70% of the court was self-flagellation. With that information, you hatched a plan.

Your plan commenced the very next morning and you woke much earlier than usual, hoping to catch him before the court grounds filled with people. On some mornings, Archie would have his too small breakfast in the garden on a bench. You managed to get your hands on an especially juicy peach, and you followed Archie to his place in the garden, careful to not be discovered. You waited a few moments for him to get comfortable and take a few bites of his food. “Beautiful day, Archie!” you said as you walked towards him. He choked on a mouthful of slightly burnt and very under-seasoned eggs. He swallowed thickly, trying to regain his composure. “Yes. As all things made by God are. Must you be so… energetic?” the irritation in his voice was apparent, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes drank you in, looking up and down your curvaceous form. You brought one arm up under your breasts, lifting them in a way you hoped was subtle but still seductive. You rested the other arm on top of that and brought the juicy peach to your lips.

“Do you like peaches, Archie?”

Before he could reply, you took a large bite of it, sighing in satisfaction as if it was the best peach you’d ever eaten. (it was) A bit of juice from it ran down your chin and onto your large breasts, staining your habit. Archie averted his eyes from your body, focused entirely on his food. You tossed the peach aside. “Oh, I have to do something about the mess I made,” you said, feigning concern. “Enjoy your morning!” You walked off, swaying your hips much more than necessary.

Phase two of your plan was to occur that afternoon. You watched Archie’s every move for the second time that day, and found yourself lying in wait like a predator hunting its prey. You stuck your head out of an empty room watching Archie walk down the hallway with one of his notebooks in hand. You waited until he got close enough and rushed right into him, “accidentally” knocking his notebook out of his hand. Several sheets of paper spilled out, one landing right under an end table next to the both of you. “I’m so sorry, Archie! Let me get that for you!” You got down on your hands and knees and arched your back, sticking your ass out as you reached under the table. You collected all the papers that had fallen around his feet and picked those up too, then presented them to him, still on your knees and staring up at him through your eyelashes. He shuddered quite violently and let out a harsh breath. Without a word, he snatched the papers from you and quickly walked off.

The third and final phase of your plan was that same evening. Catherine had planned a celebratory dinner for one successful month of introducing nuns in her court. You got there as early as possible, securing your seat right next to Archie. Before dinner began, Archie said a prayer to bless the food and you looked up at him from your seat, squeezing your thick thighs together. It was both meant to tease him and provide yourself with some much needed relief. You weren’t entirely sure if your plan would even work, but just the thought of finally fucking him was enough to make you wet and needy. He noticed and began stumbling over his words, clearing his throat. He managed to get through it though, and sat back down. A few minutes into the dinner, you rubbed your leg against Archie, lifting his robes slightly. He stopped eating and looked at you with a pathetic look in his eyes. He opened his mouth shakily but before he could say anything you stood up quickly and excused yourself from the table. Nobody seemed to give a fuck as everyone continued eating and having their hushed conversations. The only one that seemed to notice you spoke at all was Marial, giving you a knowing look.

You made your way to a completely empty room pretending to look busy with a vase of flowers. You were counting on Archie following you into it, but after a few minutes of waiting, you were beginning to believe he wouldn’t show. Maybe you should’ve explicitly said what you wanted. Maybe he just wasn’t attracted to you. Maybe he just really wanted to stay celibate. As your mind wandered, you didn’t notice the door close behind you.

You felt his presence when he was just a few inches behind you. His hands rested on your shoulders then slowly moved them to your tits as he started kneading them through your habit. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered harshly. Any other man would’ve gotten stabbed right in his cock for such a bold move but a wave of heat overtook you as you felt his breath hot against your ear. He sank his long fingers into your thick waist and gripped you roughly. You hoped it would bruise.

“Fucking finally, Archie.” You grabbed his forearms and ground your wide hips back onto his clothed, impossibly hard cock.

He started licking your ear and panting like a fucking dog. But before you could really get started you heard the empress call his name, likely wondering why he had disappeared from the dinner.

His perfect hands stopped groping you and he gasped as if waking from a trance. “This cannot happen!” he hissed, quickly prying himself from you. “Disgusting!” Before you could reply, he left you in the empty room. You weren’t sure if he was disgusted with himself or with you.

The next day was slow. You slept past breakfast and when you finally emerged from the bedroom you shared with another nun, the first thing you heard was some guard joking about you finally going on a diet. Any other day you would’ve had a comeback. Or a slap. Nothing today, though. You couldn’t even give him a dirty look. You just walked off.

You roamed the grounds, trying to find something to keep yourself busy but you to no avail. Archie found you disgusting. You faced rejection before but nothing ever stung this badly. Maybe it was because you had your hopes up this time? Marial herself told you how he felt about you, and she knew him better than anyone else did. Marial saw you walking alone, eyes downcast. She looked concerned as she walked towards you. You noticed and quickly walked off randomly turning corners of the palace until you believed you lost her.

You stood still, trying to catch your breath when you heard something strange. A shaky groan, muffled by the door you were standing in front of. Archie’s door. You held your breath and listened hard, thinking it might’ve been a groan of pain. He panted heavily, and let out a strained exhale of your name. You acted on impulse and discreetly opened the door.

There sat Archie at his desk, chair turned to the side so he could stretch out his legs. Cock in one hand, and a peach with one bite taken out of it in the other. He didn’t even notice you when he brought the peach to his mouth, licking into it as if it were a wet cunt. You thought he must’ve swiped it right after you tossed it yesterday.

A wave of heat overtook you and you slammed the door behind you and locked it. “I thought you found me disgusting,” you said, voice even. Archie jumped violently, but notably did not let go of himself. He looked at you guiltily and gave his cock a tight squeeze. His chest heaved as he worked his mouth, trying to speak. “It - it was not you I was disgusted with. It was me. I should not give in to my urges so easily, but every time I am around you I cannot control myself!” his voice rose on that last sentence as he broke away from your gaze, staring at the floor.

“Archie…” You didn’t know what to say. You decided instead that words wouldn’t be very effective anyway and decided to walk towards him. Your breasts heaved as you tried to even your breathing. You had never been this horny before, not even yesterday when you had Archie pressed against you. Before you realized it, you were looming directly above him, watching him subtly pulse his fist on his cock. Archie said, “As the patriarch, I really should not-“ SMACK. He let out a startled noise as your hand made a quickly brightening red mark on his face.

He looked up at you, panting, mouth agape as he wrenched his hand away from his cock. He dug his fingertips into the arms of his chair and furrowed his brow. You were worried you had taken it too far before he shot up out of his seat and pushed you backwards against the nearest wall. He gave you no time to speak - not that you were complaining - as he pressed his lips against yours. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth and you savored the taste of each other. You felt one of his long legs jam its way in between your thick thighs. He ground his leg onto your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness through three layers of clothing. His hands roamed every inch of you he could reach without breaking away from the kiss, as if he was trying to commit your shape to memory. You buried a fist in his long hair, yanking his head away from yours. He moaned harshly and dropped to his knees rather violently. His hands caressed your calves as he inched his nose closer and closer to your heat. He buried his face between your thighs, almost suffocating himself as he sniffed you through the thick fabric of your habit.

You pushed his head back and lifted the hem of the habit to your mouth, unwilling to wait another second. He gasped harshly and shook as he finally got a full view of what he had been fantasizing about for weeks. He lunged forward and sank his fingers into your plush thighs, trying to pull them apart so he could have his fill. He kissed your mons first, savoring the feel of the hair against his lips. He pushed his head even further, licking and biting at your already wet inner thighs like a man starved. You supposed he was starved in that regard. As much as you enjoyed his exploration of your lower half, he wasn’t licking where you needed it the most, and you were starting to get desperate. You decided to take matters into your own hands - there’d be time for his perverted licking and sniffing another day. “Archie!” you said with the fabric still clenched between your teeth. You roughly grabbed his hair and angled his head exactly where you wanted it. His mouth was right against your clit and he immediately put it to good use, licking one slow stripe along the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You heaved a breath of relief as he finally, finally started giving you what you needed. Archie moaned as he sucked your clit, the vibrations only doubling your pleasure. “It feels so good to finally give in, right Archie?” He pulled back to reply but you roughly shoved his face back where it belonged. He made a sound between a gasp and a whimper before going right back to servicing you. He moved his tongue from your clit to your pussy. His nose bumped your clit each time he moved his head, making you feel better than you thought possible. Your hips bucked, and you curled your fingers in his hair once again, trying to ground yourself.

After a bit of tonguefucking you, he replaced his tongue with one of his long, perfect fingers, and his mouth took its rightful place against your clit yet again. Pleasure shot through you like lightning as you felt his finger brush up against something you hadn’t known was there before. His assault on your gspot in combination with his relentless sucking of your clit made you dizzy almost. The sight of him almost made you cum. On his knees, one hand wrapped around his long cock and the other pleasuring you. His eyes were closed in bliss as he devoured you. You gripped his hair, forcing his head still as you ground your hips into his face. His eyes shot open and met yours. They were watery, and dilated. He somehow looked completely serene, but enraptured at the same time.

You had seen that look only once before. You followed him into the woods one day and watched him eat a berry. You watched him talk to God, watched him partake in the purest, most sacred form of worship he knew.

That was it. Once the realization dawned on you, you were cumming all over his hand and face before you knew it. You were loud and shaky, the hem of the robes shoved in your mouth did very little to muffle your voice. You pulled his hair so hard he was sure to have a headache in a few hours. He let out a few short grunts himself, eyes rolled into the back of his head and the hand on his cock finally stilled.

You let go of his hair and managed to relax the tense muscles in your body. He stood up on shaky legs, eyes wide as he watched you collect yourself. When your vision finally cleared you saw that he was still hard. “What the fuck?” you asked, panting. “I still want to fuck you. It took a great deal of effort to not cum just then but I managed to stave it off. I wanted to save it for something special.” You were still buzzing with oversensitivity, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to fuck him too.

You both made your way into his more than humble bedroom and you were finally able to take off your now dirty clothes. You faced each other, just admiring each other’s bodies for a few moments. You were finally able to take a good look at his cock. It was long and leaky, protruding around 7.5 inches from his skinny frame. Archie himself looked almost frightening. His head was tilted slightly downward, pupils blown, chest heaving from excitement. (?) He wore a wide grin as he drank you in, eyes lingering on your tits. You almost wanted to ask him if he was okay, but then he embraced you, jamming his tongue in your mouth and groping you yet again. He broke the kiss just as fast as he started it, saying, “I want you on top. Please.”

Archie was much taller than you, but you weren’t sure how strong he was. What if you hurt him?

Oh. Right.

You lightly pushed his chest, encouraging him to get on his bed. He quickly sat on the bed and you followed, climbing into his lap. You stood on your knees, slightly towering over him as you leaned down to kiss him again. “Sit,” he all but demanded. You could not deny him. And you were eager to see his reaction to your weight on top of him.

You sat in his lap, finally resting your weight on top of him in the way he’d been so eager for since he first laid eyes on you. Well, not quite. He wanted you on his face, but he was too eager to fuck you, so this would have to do. He placed his hands on your ass, kneading the cheeks apart, admiring your softness. You moaned and ground down onto his cock impatiently. Archie wouldn’t budge, too focused on kissing you and feeling you up. You lifted your hips, much to his chagrin, to guide his cock inside your eager cunt yourself. He let out a harsh exhale as if he had been punched in the gut. You breathed shakily, surprised at yourself for taking all of him at once like that.

Archie buried his face into your neck, whimpering. You didn’t move just yet, trying to adjust to the stretch of him. You occasionally clenched, liking the effect it had on a desperate Archie. You were ready to move after a bit, and you lifted your hips just once to test the waters, pulling him out almost completely before slamming back down onto his lap. You leaned back so you could get a good look at his face as you began grinding yourself on his cock. He was biting his bottom lip so hard he drew a bit of blood. His eyes rolled back in his head as shaky, high-pitched noises escaped him.

“Archie,” you said, an idea forming. He didn’t notice. “Archie.” you said again. Your hips stilled, and that seemed to rouse him from whatever high he was chasing, but then you slapped him. Hard. To make sure he was paying attention. You felt him throb inside you. “What?” he asked, confused as to why you had stopped moving, but grateful for the slap. “Do you want me to hurt you?” you asked, hand still lingering on his cheek. He throbbed again. “Yes. I will not last long.” Neither would you. You slapped him again, enjoying it almost as much as he was. “Lay down then,” you said as you rose off him.

He guided himself back into your wet heat as he laid flat on his back. His hands made their way to your lower back as you immediately began riding him again. You wanted to slap him again but decided instead to curl your fingers into his hair, pulling his head back onto the under-stuffed pillow it rested on. “Ooooh,” he moaned weakly, enjoying the dull burn in his scalp. “Open your mouth,” you demanded. He obeyed, sticking his tongue out for good measure. You spat in his mouth and he swallowed gratefully. You moved both of your hands to his chest and scraped your nails across it. “Yes!” Archie shouted. You pinched his nipples roughly, twisting and flicking them. Archie’s legs shook and he dug his nails into your lower back as he moaned. You liked the sting of it more than you thought you would, and your orgasm was approaching quickly.

You decided you wanted him to cum first. You rose your hips and slammed them down harder than necessary, feeling his balls and thighs slap against your ass loudly. He gasped, startled by the change in pace. “Close!” he shouted. Your right hand shot to his neck, closing off his airflow as you moved at a punishing pace. All Archie could manage like this was “c- c- c-“ You assumed he was trying to say “cumming,” as his entire body became stiff. You felt him pulse inside you a few times, each pulse followed by a spurt of cum.

Your hand around his neck loosened. You stopped moving your hips. He gasped for breath, savoring every bit of air that made it into his lungs. After he was breathing normally, you angled your hips so that his cock would hit your gspot on each stroke, and began riding him again at your relentless pace. The air he had just gotten back was knocked out of his lungs as he gasped from oversensitivity. You watched him writhe, unsure if he wanted to get away from you or drive himself even deeper. High, undignified noises left his mouth as you overstimulated him. Your orgasm hit you suddenly, and began grinding into him again, enjoying the feel of his pubic bone grinding against your clit. He laughed madly as he watched you take your pleasure from him, uncaring of his pain.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you collapsed next to him. You were both sweaty and in need of baths, but that could wait until later. You stared at the ceiling, wondering what to do next in regard to Archie. You turned to face him and saw that he was staring at you intensely as if he saw God himself, and all his infinite love and wisdom, in you.

[bonesandthebees]

Oh yeah, I honestly don’t get Cole as a character, like I liked him in the first few episodes and then his desicion making in 5 just makes no sense to me and ruined the character, but then they do the huge time jump so by that point even more of his character has shifted (and I don’t really get the point of him aside from being antagonistic. Which, there’s conflict enough without him).

And I think that thing that threw me off about the time skip is the fact that while they had been jumping in time already, I did not expect them to jump that far in one to (let alone at the start of an episode without transition, it felt like coming into an entirely new story) also I struggle to distinguish characters with similar features. All white guys with similar length brown hair look the same to me. Not because I can’t tell their faces apart, but because I forgot who is who. “Okay so this is a different guy now, but which one?”.

Tbf, I also liked the set up / opening of ep 6, but there were just too many new characters at once and I did not have the brain power to process that. So now I keep up entirely via the trending page on here when anew episode drops (which mainly gives me the gifsets of the good bits of each episode and people going insane about their favourite characters (+ cheering when certain male characters suffer the consequences of their actions). Other times I look at the family tree in horror. I looked away for 5 episode, HOW?!

P.s. I am very upset that the entire plot is basically pitting Rhaelicent against each other because they would have been so powerful together!

-🌲

for me cole is just epitome of a misogynistic 'nice guy' kind of guy. he supports rhaenyra because he's attracted to her and thinks they can be married, but the minute he learns that's not going to happen and that he can never be an equal to her because of her position as heir he turns bitter. I do agree that what he did to laenor's lover didn't make a ton of sense, but I interpreted it as a manifestation of cole's frustration/bitterness/jealousy over rhaenyra denying his proposal and marrying laenor + the guilt he feels about breaking his vows of celibacy for her only for it to be 'for nothing' (again, her denying his proposal). plus there was probably some good ol homophobia in there too knowing criston. often the men in this world don't really know how to channel emotions outside of committing acts of violence so that's just what I took it as.

very fair points about the timeskip. it's definitely jarring if you're not expecting it. and yeah after a certain point it can be difficult to distinguish everyone 😭

honestly keeping up via the trending tab works lol, sometimes it's just easier that way if you don't have the time/brain power to keep up with new episodes. but I will say the show itself is really good and if you ever do think about picking it back up to watch again it's very enjoyable. you get used to the huge family tree after a while 😭😭😭

you see to me that's what's so intriguing about rhaenicent. they would've been incredible together, but because of circumstance, the way they've been raised, and the patriarchal society they live in they're driven apart. the tragedy of their lost friendship/baby romance is at the core of so much of what's going on and is such an integral part for both their characters. the two of them are just so full of tragedy and grief and resentment for one another but the love is still there too as much as neither of them wants to acknowledge/admit it

[msneedful-ispleaseful]

A True Monarch

CW: Manipulation, religious corruption, religious sexualization (?), blasphemies,

A/N: This is my first time writing for Asa Emory, this will be written in 3rd POV and always, send in a ask<3

The church bells chimed in a beautiful synchronization, and every young girl ran around the aisles of 2-foot-long mahogany wood benches, tripping and scraping their ankles with carpet burn due to the white dresses with a big bow tied in the back.

Every teen girl wore their hair in braids with flower pins, and knee-length dark blue dresses, the fabric appearing silk, each one looking after a smaller child.

On the other hand, the young adult women wore mid-thigh thick black dresses with a big bow on the front, they were in a variety of styles, and the church was essentially, bustling with many groups of busy females.

They were told to make the sanctuary cathedral into utter perfection, why? well, the pastor's one and only son would be in attendance today. Many older women rumored it would be the prodigal son's first return since he was 15, well the age varied, but one thing was sure, he had been gone for a long time due to his refusal of the church in which his father so passionately believed, it was unknown as to why his return was now and so sudden, but you simply thought, who needs an excuse to come home?

Every Nun stood out front, the chimes of the bells increasing rapidly letting you know the guest was now arriving, everyone settled onto a bench until each one was filled, and then you, the First Lady of the cloth, and Pastor Emory walked outside to greet the Pastors son..

"What did you say his name was again?" you ask the pastor as you two stroll down the cobblestone pathway, your hands shake and your palms feel sweaty with nerves, you feel the pressure to impress since after all you were the standard of a perfect lady here.

Knowing every bible passage by age 10, being a choir member, a volunteer for the children, being baptized at 15, sworn to celibacy at 17, and joining the ladies of the cloth at just 20 was a huge achievement along with ranking your way to the top of the pyramid, you succeeded every expectation of a female cloth member, now the first woman to be the First lady of the cloth at only 22.

You were prized by the entire Christian community. "His name is Asa, don't fear his unusual views on our way of life" The pastor warns you in a smooth tone with a hand on the point between your shoulders.

"Yes, father, I have been made aware that your son does not belive in our one and true god." You are mature enough to still accept such a sinful man into this sanctuary though, when finally approaching the gates, you see him.

You never understood what people meant by calling a non-African-American person Tall, dark, and handsome. But, now you did, it was his presence as a whole that made your knees quiver and when his eye, seemingly black, glimmering holes stared you up and down you felt a shiver go through your core. As a lady of faith, you knew nothing of this physical reaction. Taking a deep breath you compose yourself bow and speak; "Welcome home, Young Master Asa" he chuckles at you and lifts you by your chin to stop your bow.

"Please, just call me Mr. Emory…" His voice had a crazed and sexy tone to it, even his soft laugh, but it didn't seem real. "May I lead you to where you must be appointed?" I ask and before he could peak Father Emory interrupts. "Please, allow me and my son to catch up first" You nod at his words and walk off feeling Asa's eyes on you to the church doors.

[cowboyemeritus]

Get On Your Knees (And Start Praying)

A little Easter treat. (18+)

Read on A03

this is 95% a joke. i don't particularly want to fuck father defroque i promise.

Copia was right. This was a great idea.

You can’t tell if your head is spinning from the booze, the pills, or from the lack of oxygen. Either way, you’re feeling pleasantly out of your body as you bob up and down on his cock. The rough floor of the backseat, one of those stupid plastic mats, digs into your knees, but it hardly bothers you. Swallowing as much of him as you can, you give the other length in your hand a squeeze.

The priest, Father… Whatshisface, moans into Copia’s mouth. He had proved rather easy to seduce for a man of the cloth. That doesn’t surprise you, though; from previous experience, you know that vows of celibacy are frustratingly hard to keep. It’s almost like people are meant to have sex, you think, preening when Copia begins petting the top of your head.

“Lovely, isn’t she?” Copia asks. Your head is buried in his lap, but you had heard the wet pop! of the kiss breaking. The priest gasps, going taught as you swipe your thumb over his pretty pink head.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he whispers. That’s got to be the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. You have to pull off of Copia’s cock completely, laying your head on his thighs as you spasm with laughter. Barely coherent, you try to chastise him for taking his Lord’s name in vain. It comes out too garbled to be intelligible, however, and you can hear the Father mumble out in confusion. The bravado he’d shown earlier had faded the moment the three of you were alone, reducing him to a writhing, moaning mess.

“Dolce,” Copia says in a singsongy voice. It’s more of a warning; he’s clearly not happy about being left unattended. Feeling too much like jelly to sit back up, you instead start jerking him lazily with your other hand, trying to match the tempo you’re using on the priest. Copia sighs, and from your spot on his lap, you just barely catch him leaning forward to capture the other man’s mouth once again. He cups the clergyman’s face with a gloved hand, lightly scratching at his dark and every so slightly powder-covered beard. Feeling devious, you grip their shafts a little harder, picking up the pace as they both groan. Copia’s hand travels down the Father’s body, coming to rest on his pectoral. 

All it takes is a small tweak of his nipple through the material of his shirt and he’s spilling himself all over your fist. The priest comes down shaking and moaning, grabbing your wrist before overstimulation can set in. For a man with his particular… proclivities, his stamina is still no match for Copia’s.

“Shit,” he pants, leaning back against the seat. He came too early and all three of you know it. The question is: how will your Papa punish him? “I don’t usually-“

“Relax, caro.” Copia looks down at you lovingly. “She can be a bit much sometimes, but she has needs too, no?” You can’t help but giggle, feeling warmth bloom in your core. Hips shifting, you accidentally grind against the hard leather of Copia’s shoe and moan. Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Come sit in Papa’s lap, bellissima.”

It’s a struggle. A tingly sensation has permeated your entire body, and you have to fight to simply raise your head. You practically throw yourself onto Copia, pressing your mouth to his with a desperate mewl. Suddenly, you’re being moved, coming to sit with your back against his chest. The skimpy little dress, the one he had picked out for you personally, has ridden up so that your bare, dripping core is exposed for the disheveled priest. With little fanfare other than a low groan, Copia pulls you down and buries his cock inside you. The father swallows heavily, in time with your airy whine. He already looks like he wants more. Copia grabs your thighs, spreading you wide open. The two men lock eyes and you smile, knowing what’s coming next.

“Now, Pater,” Copia says. His voice cuts like a blade. “Get on your knees.”