#chausable

[scare-ard--sleigh]

father paul is gonna fix me, he told me so himself 😌💖

[alien-the-ghost]

Harsh delights

Kinktober day 3, temperature play (Papa emeritus iv x reader)

Explicit 18+ only please

Summary: It only took one tiring summer afternoon before Copia had had enough, overwhelmed by the heat in his full regalia. He makes his way back to his quarters in desperate search of relief.

Tags: Ice play, Oral sex, Teasing, Dom/sub undertones

Words: 1,193

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam, divider by wrathofrats, masterlist coming soon

Read under the cut or on ao3 <3

A relieved sigh hummed through the walls. His mitre carelessly thrown to the side, and chausable sprawled across his bedroom floor, gladly forgotten about on this particuarly vicious summer afternoon. Today of all days he had to perform an entire morning service, as well as stand still in full regalia for a photo shoot he was pressured to attend. After that the paints were practically melting off his face as he narrowly dodged anyone who could possibly request anything of him on the way to his private quarters.

Now he was sprawled out on his matress, only in his tight black pants that he couldn’t be bothered to fumble with, a bowl of ice cubes threatening to spill out in the dip next to him. It wasn't the most conventional solution, but with only one shaded area of his bedroom and a freezer to his name, it was all he could think of in his dazed frenzy.

Then the first ice cube with a little reluctance made contact with his chest. A moan spilled from his lips at the relief that hit him, little droplets already forming across his chest and stomach hairs as it melted across his burning flesh. Swiftly he takes out another, heart thudding heavily when the second ice cube pressed against him. He was convinced that nothing could feel as relieving, or even as pleasurable, as this.

A sudden chill quivered down his spine as the ice lightly grazed his nipple, gasping as harshy as the ice felt. With a whimper, he let it sit there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut, humming in a mixture of delight and harsh sensations that made his nerves tingle. But before he knew it, the ice had almost already melted. He started to realise how despite his efforts of attempting to cool down, his body was still heating up. It was hard to care, mind clouded with desire for more.

With less precision he coated his chest as much as possible, letting out a gasp when the cube made contact with his nipple again. This time he allowed himself the pleasure of flicking it over, more sharp moans spilling and dissolving into the room. At this point he really felt the fabric strain against him, filling out the seams until the friction started to become painful. Now needy, he fiddled with the laces, sighing heavily as the tip peeked out of the top and bore itself to the slightly cooler air. His cold wet thumb came close to gliding over his slit, until he hears a shuffle.

He shot up to the sight of you, brow raised and fascinated with this new discovery. If his paints weren’t on you imagined you’d witness his cheeks as scarlet red as the rest of his body.

“I eh…”

“Do you need help cooling down, Papa?” Your eyes trailed down to his bulge as you spoke, unable to peel yourself away from this infernal sight. With a shaky breath, he nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. You were going to enjoy this.

He took initiative to shimmy off his pants the rest of the way, heavy cock now resting against the beads of cold water on his stomach. He lay there, one arm relaxed behind his head, allowing you full control of this. You waited for a few moments patiently for his muscles to relax more, stomach heaving turning into shallow puffs. Then without warning you pressed one ice cube just under his navel.

He jolted, panting as you ran it through the trail of hairs leading down to his cock, before it glided its way up to his chest again. You felt how he shuddered, wide eyes fixated on where you slid his delicious torment. You chuckled.

“Next time I should blindfold you. Allow you to really feel this.”

“Si…” Fell from his lips in a soft whisper, yet still transfixed, feeling how his incredibly sensitive cock twitched at the mention of a next time. You took this opportunity to take two more, one placed and resting on his stomach for a moment as he flinched, the other eased on your tongue for a moment before sucking, fully allowing yourself to embrace the sharp sensation. He didn’t notice, instead overwhelmed by how your clever fingers teased him, barely avoiding his nipples and cock, brushing against them temporarily but then instead favouring grazing through the coarse hairs that blessed his body.

He didn’t beg, no matter how much he shifted and anticipated when you teased, only small gasps and whimpers leaving his agape mouth. As much as you loved watching him from this angle, you had to do what you'd planned before your mouth started to heat up again. A cold hand swiped his chin lightly, cupping his face. Then you moved down and took the tip into your mouth.

“Cazzo!” He moaned wantonly, a wet glove tangled harshly in your hair and encouraged you to take him further. You would usually take your time, you loved how he stretched you open, savouring the taste and licking up his thick shaft. Unfortunately you wouldn’t stay cold for long. It was hard to feel disappointed when you relished in how he shivered as you swirled your tongue around his length, hollowing your cheeks early so he could feel your ice cold walls engulf him entirely. His loud ragged moans was a melody to your ears, you felt yourself wishing that he could sing for everyone like this on stage. He just sounded so beautiful lost in pleasure.

A loud clank also filled the room. You looked up to see him grabbing the remainder of the cubes and desperately rub them against every sensitive area he could find. He could be so impatient sometimes, yet you didn't stop him. He clearly needed this today.

His stomach rose and fell harshly, eyes dimmed, likely deciding whether to lose himself in all the different sensations, or watch his cock disappear around your dripping lips. You knew he was close to coming when his hips started to thrust uncontrollably.

Unwilling to pull off his cock, despite how you’d started to warm, you dragged one of the last ice cubes down to his base, gliding close and smoothing out the cool droplets of water that the ice had left behind.

He let out a choked sound and held your head down, dissolving in his pleasure, pulsing and filling you with his seed. A sudden prolonged moan fell from him and then he stilled, now entirely overwhelmed.

You slowly pulled off his softening cock, planting a kiss before taking in how dishevelled Copia was. Freckled body completely flush, particular spots more reddened than others, and the slack expression on his face. Eyes closed and paints very smudged.

“You know… I’m not actually sure you cooled down that much.” He let out a chuckle.

“Perhaps we will need more ice cubes, hm?”

“I feel something has been awakened in you,” you laughed softly, fingertips grazing through his hair.

“Maybe for now you could join me for a cold bath, I really was so hot today cara...”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

[doing-something-unholy]

The fun thing about having so many layers of vestments is that I could be wearing anything under them. A cassock or clerical suit? Or rope, leather, or lace? That chausable can hide a lot of sins.

[judas-is-so-so-silly]

This is long overdue, but I wrote a birthday present for the lovely @belissmatopolina a couple months ago and yes I'm pretty proud of it

Warning smut under the cut and if it doesnt make sense I DONT CARE

Character is referred to gender neutrally and has a pussy 👍👍

Also tagging @creamo-for-primo cause uh idk why but I have a suspicion you might enjoy this

Primos garden had been a sanctuary for you since coming to the ministry, the quiet dirt work was a nice break from the constant migraine of paperwork and orgy propositions. And of course seeing Papa didn't make things any worse, his kind demeanor and horrible jokes made you feel right at home in his private garden. And you couldn't help the crush that developed, his arched nose and melodic voice wooed you within days of working with him. Within weeks casual touches went from a reassuring hand on your shoulder to a quick slap on your ass whenever he snuck behind you. You never minded his dirtiness, actual soil or his casual attitude towards sexual advances, but Primo was always polite in his own way.

Of course he wouldn't mind a dirty joke of your own. It took a bit of planning, a good pair of sewing scissors, and a peek into how soon you could get another habit, but you were certain it would at least make him laugh.

The sun was shining and you couldn't keep the smirk off of your face, it wasn't your fault that you were bad at keeping secrets!

"Ciao, bella vista," Primos sultry voice rumbled into your ear, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. He had forgone his chausable and was clad only in a dark dress shirt littered with stains and a pair of slacks, but his paints were as pristine as they were at this morning's Black Mass.

"Buon pomeriggio, Papa." You continued to plant the bulbs, pretending to pay him no mind as his hold around you grew tighter. Primo chuckled, "Your Italian is getting better every day, il mio fiore."

His compliment made your cheeks flush, they always did. At least you were prepared to return the favor. You brought your hand to the neckline of your shirt, an old pyjama top you didn't much care for, and tore it. 

His gasp made your head spin. You reached for his hand and moved it upwards to your newly exposed breast.

"You were saying, Papa?" His hand shook and it only added fuel to your fire. You could feel the heat rushing from his hand to your core, then he squeezed your breast gently.

"I've told you a million times my darling," he massaged your breast more roughly, "call me Primo." The growling roll of his r's never failed to make you drip and you were sure he could feel your heart racing under his touch, 

"Do you have no more fire in you, il mio fiore? Just enough to get me going, eh?" Primo rumbled into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He hummed in response to your silence, groping you one last time before moving his hand downwards to cup your throbbing pussy.

"Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled, "you might be worse than me, piccola puttana." 

That went straight to your cunt. The groan that escaped your lips was guttural and your legs clenched around his hand, pressing it farther onto your dripping heat. He hummed in approval and ground his half hardened cock into your plump ass, "I knew you would pull something like this, did you really think I didn't notice how you've been looking at me? I don't think ever seen a Siblings so full of lust," he scoffed and pressed a wet kiss to your bare shoulder, licking a trail up to your ear, "or so painfully desperate." You moaned at his words, you couldn't deny that you had been undressing him with your eyes or the many nights you'd spent with your hands between your legs wishing it was his hands, his mouth, his cock, anything.

"So quiet for someone so ready only a few moments ago, have you changed your mind?" You felt his hand waver against you but you quickly pressed it back into your core.

"No!" You shouted a bit too loud. "Please, please Papa I need you." A grumble escaped his chest and he pressed the pad of one finger onto your clit, eliciting a wanton moan from you.

"Not Papa." He circled his finger once, almost as a warning. "To you, I am Primo. I am just a man who wants to fuck you until you are a sloppy, brainless mess. Would you like that, darling?" 

You could only nod, the thought making you grind into his hand to relieve the tension his voice alone caused you.

"I take that as a si, my flower?" A breathless confirmation escaped you in the form of a desperate, moany "yes". He removed his hand from your clothed pussy and took your hand in his, leading you out of the greenhouse and into the Papal quarters. People were staring but you couldn't bring yourself to care a single bit, they should know that Primo still gets some and that you would proudly give it to him.

Translations: 

Ciao, bella vista - Hey, good looking

Buon pomeriggio - Good afternoon

Il mio fiore - my flower

I'm sorry if those arent right I used google translate and idk if american english terms translate like that into italian feel free to come for me if you are an italian speaker

[professional-sinner]

I wish my body was more androgynous looking

I'd buy a chausable and a cassock and take so many pics.

[sacramental-pain]

Yes plsssss more chausable pics and gifs ✨️🙏

I’ll see if I have some time tonight

[domwitch]

I ain't catholic anymore but I'd be willing to pretend I'm a godly man once more if it meant I'd get a cute gf to corrupt and tempt me

Ngl catholicism is erotic af already, the rituals and the opulence look pretty intense to an outsider like me. You have to kneel??? And open your mouth??? To receive communion????? And after all that you gotta go "Thank you Father"????? Like cmon guys aren't you getting a little hot in those chausables

[myantiquelife]

Ecclesiastical  grouping

Source: Oreillers.com

#religious #santo #chausable #frame #18thcentury #Spanish #Italian #banner

[sneckoil]

ep. 1: he talks like a normal guy too. Just a guy . Except he has eyes set on being a level of intensity not appropriate for casual conversation and thick eyebrows that dont help dial that down and a smile that doesnt really meet the eyes either im so dead. okay. Oh and he wore the gold chausable. Motherfucker

midnight mass watch

[agir1ukn0w]

Love how, thanks to Midnight Mass, about a million more people know what priest robes are called.

[littleshebear]

John Pruitt: Had an affair with a married parishioner and got her pregnant.

Also John Pruitt: Given the title of Monsignor for being so good at priesting.

[scare-ard--sleigh]

little gold chausable man mwahhh

[mollymarymarie]

My friend, I am so thankful we aren’t on once a week updates anymore because if I had to wait a week after the ending to that last chapter, I don’t think I could survive.

Also, your attention to detail! The colors of reg and Sirius’ blankets from Alphard. How all four of them got their nicknames. Harry attaching himself to James and Lily.

AND THE FUCKING. KISS.

I’ll be taking 3-5 business days to recover. Thank you.

You are so adorable!! This is wonderful to hear, I'm so glad you liked this chapter!!

Hopefully it'll be closer to 3 business days for you to fully recover because then I'll be posting the next chapter, which will be the funeral 😳😳

[atricksterproblem]

art of war and imperial seal fr that ask game? ^^

Art of War: How do you and your F/O help boost each other up when you are feeling discourage?

He knows that if I’m in a bad spot it’s probably due to being emotionally overwhelmed for the most part, so he gets me somewhere quiet where we can be alone for a while. Just holding each other and talking a little is usually all it takes.

In his case, he gets discouraged by the way some people in the Church treat him. Despite his accomplishments, some of them persist in believing that he’s an airhead and that he doesn’t care about his work. He knows I don’t see him that way, and I try my best to remind him of that. Hugs and cuddles help him a lot as well.

Imperial Seal: What is the most prized possession you and your F/O have from each other?

In my case, it’s the promise ring he gave me. It’s the visible symbol of what we have together and there’s nothing that matters more.

I know he values his matching ring just as much. That doesn’t really count as something I’ve given him myself, though. For that, I suspect it’s the chausable I made him. I embroider and do beadwork, so I’m able to make him vestments suitable for his position in the Church.

Thanks for asking!

[sacramental-pain]

I really appreciate the chausable pics ✨️🙏

I can post some more..

[mistressofdivinity]

Hmmm.... pink stole or chausable in the making??? https://www.instagram.com/p/B9AwRqXhdKH/?igshid=pq0bg2qyklpc