#empty-blog-for-lurking

[sockdooe]

Guys who should get a medical degree and are totally sane <3

HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY EMPTY!!!!! @empty-blog-for-lurking

[void-tiger]

Hi! I hope it is alright if i ask you this but do you happen to have or know posts with Shiro and/or Black Lion meta? I struggle to understand their characters since i am more biased towards others but i really do want to understand them better (and if it is alright could they be more ship neutral or from people who are more ship neutral? Most metas i had seen claim to be about Shiro, only to end up as sk ship manifestos and no hate against the shippers but i dont care about sk and it has gotten really goddamn annoying) thank you!!!

I know I’ve made some, but they’re closer to headcanon territory vs proper meta. Check my takashi shirogane, vld shiro, black paladin shiro/bp shiro, blacktashi, and black lion tags. (It’s been probably a few years since I posted or reposted them though.)

I also know @headspacedad has made and reblogged others proper meta, and I often see @mckinlily and @noisypaintersong with Black Paladin Shiro stuff on my dash as well.

I’m trying to remember who else is active who might know—feel free to jump in y’all!

[kismetconstellations]

"#There's a lot to be said about how the show is choke full of white saviour troupe and I am sick of pretending it isn't#Anyway completely agreed with you prev bom is not doting on poor precious Keith#If anything he's getting thrown into the brig because Keith cant not be against authority he doesn't like to save his life#Too bad the one of the only interesting thing about Keith was taken as well#I also want to add Ulaz canonically was going against Kolivan's orders while Thace was loyal#Ulaz would beef with them too let's not lie to ourselves"

The wider fandom's insistence on infantilizing Keith drives me up the wall. I've had multiple conversations with @sockdooe where I assert- and maintain- that certain Keith fans would (and some, in fact, do) headcanon Shiro as not just "adopting" and "raising" Keith, but also giving birth to him, breastfeeding him, bathing him, and changing his diapers. And, these same fans get so attached to their self-indulgent fanon, they actually get upset with Shiro for not canonically coddling Keith. Who is a full-grown legal adult throughout the bulk of the show.

As annoying as this trend is when you're a Shiro fan who takes major issue with him being reduced to Keith's living emotional crutch both in-universe and amongst the fanbase, on some level, it at least makes a modicum of sense. Shiro is innately warm, gentle, patient, nurturing, and willing to die to protect the people in his care. The fans who connect with Keith's trauma of being orphaned young and ending up in the United States foster care system see how Shiro interacts with all of the Paladins and Pidge, in particular, and want that for their favorite. And, fanfiction is, by nature, self-indulgent and often a way for authors to live vicariously through the characters, finding a measure of healing and catharsis in giving their favorites the happy lives the series proper might have denied them. And, that the authors feel, perhaps, that they will never have, themselves.

Characterizing the Blades as one big loving tribe, however, is so contradictory to the way they're shown to be in canon, it does my head in.

Galra are, with very rare exception, stoic soldiers who pride themselves on eschewing emotional attachments, or bloodthirsty conquerors and gleeful sadists who live by the philosophy "[insert arbitrary achievement here] or death". Just as you said, while presented to the audience as the "good" Galra who are working to take down a fascistic empire, the Blades keep their ranks closed off to anyone who is not of Galra lineage, and Kolivan tells Keith point blank when castigating him for going back to save Regris that each and every member of the organization is well aware that "the mission is more important than the individual". That's why we see Ulaz and Thace unflinchingly commit suicide in service of a goal they see as greater than themselves.

You could almost argue that both factions of Galra, "good" and evil, are a death cult. But, I suppose that facet of their culture was irrelevant when the executive producers were determined to bludgeon the audience over the head with the Galras' supposed superiority at every available opportunity.

Anyway, the point is that warmth, compassion, and paternal instincts are an extremely scarce commodity among the Galra, and that includes the Blades. Ulaz was the sole member of that organization who defied orders and acted on emotion, blowing his cover and helping Shiro escape because he recognized the value in that "feeble creature's" fighting skills, natural leadership, and ability to instill hope in others (and was quite possibly, probably attracted to Shiro), and ultimately sacrificing himself to keep Shiro and the rest of the Paladins alive. And, he was openly scorned and belittled by Kolivan for it.

If fans have to have Keith babied and coddled by someone, his own biological father, or poor Shiro would be the most realistic candidates. Not the "benign" racists who nearly beat Keith to death under the guise of teaching him a valuable lesson about himself, and are barely affected by their comrades being killed.

I also just despise forcing cat-like behaviors and intergroup dynamics onto a race of humanoid aliens who have next to no feline characteristics aside from some of them being furry and having pointed ears. Are we just forgetting the Galra who more strongly resemble reptiles because they aren't as "attractive" as their furry counterparts? I love cats, and while they're commonly stereotyped as being little bastards, they absolutely are not unrepentant tyrants, colonizers, and sadists who threaten to turn pretty boys into their slaves, and torture prisoners.

I could go on forever about Keith's flagrant shortcomings (to put it mildly) as a leader; from acting selfishly and rashly due to his acute case of Chosen One syndrome, to abandoning the team, like you said, to disregarding his teammates' safety, to lashing out at them, Allura and Hunk especially, when frustrated despite being older than them. And, of course, how all of this is swept under the rug for an allegedly omniscient entity (Bob), Lance, the uncorrupted version of Zarkon, and Allura to tout his "greatness".

Then there's the fact that multiple members of marginalized communities (Shiro, "Kuron", and Allura) are used to foster his "growth" and uplift his character, only to be promptly cast aside like feces smeared on the bottoms of "MonSantos"'s shoes the instant they were no longer "useful". Keith willingly working with Zethrid and Ezor, another pair of sadists with Galra blood who captured, imprisoned, and were very eager to torture the team, singling out Pidge, the youngest, smallest, and physically weakest of the group as their primary target. And, most egregious and inexcusable, Keith referring to himself as a citizen of the Galra Empire and pledging to rebuild it.

Allura is punished for desperately wanting to connect with her lost people and culture, while Keith is rewarded and celebrated for choosing to work with other Galra over the humans he's meant to be leading and supposedly sees as his family.

Shiro and "Kuron", two disabled, gay, Japanese-American trauma survivors, and hundreds of other innocent presumably gay Japanese-American men (the other Shiro clones) were needlessly and brutally killed in service of Keith's character.

Lauren Montgomery and Joaquim Dos Santos wanted to kill Hunk, whose genealogy is half-Samoan and half-Black. (I assume they would have replaced him with Acxa, given her prominence in spite of her very confused role in the show's narrative.)

Scores of Alteans were manipulated, brainwashed, and exploited as cannon fodder, even after most of their race was annihilated in a blatant genocide, while the countless atrocities willingly committed by the Galra were excused as stemming from a "misguided sense of self-preservation".

Shiro and "Kuron" were deemed both disposable and interchangeable. Allura is made to sacrifice herself to atone for Honerva, another brown-skinned female Altean who willingly participated in the murder of innumerable other Alteans's sins. Shiro is repeatedly forced to mirror the only visibly physically disabled and heavily implied to be homosexual villain, Sendak, who was his personal tormentor and implied rapist.

This sort of thing is what happens when your Sci-Fi/Action cartoon made to sell toys to seven year-olds is helmed by a pair of hateful, unprofessional executive producers who despised characters that are inherently kind, compassionate, gentle, selfless, and pacifistic, and naturally embody heroic qualities. They reduce trauma survivors to narrative punching bags, use their white savior pet character as an outlet and mouthpiece to spread pro-conqueror and colonizer propaganda, and sabotage their own show, wasting all of the time, passion, and effort poured into it by the cast, animators, and composers. Purely because the character they intentionally made a gay, disabled man resonated with audiences, resulting in them being barred from permanently killing him.

And, absolutely had Ulaz survived, he would have been at odds with the rest of the Blades and likely excommunicated from their organization entirely, leading to him becoming a permanent part of Team Voltron who was forever skeptical of the ways of his former comrades. Unfortunately, his survival would have also resulted in him becoming yet another character tied to Shiro who was used to elevate Keith.

Honestly screw fanon romantic and platonic relationships. Tell what character pairings (with little to no interactions in canon) which fandom insists would be great friends but you know it in your heart would kill each other without hesitation

[thus-spoke-lo]

the problem with dialing back my time spent on here is having to catch up on blocking ageless blogs. please, i don't think it's too much to ask to have some sort of age indicator in your bio, pinned, etc. and if you don't, that's also fine but you get the block.

[borifem]

WIP

hi, I'm bori, I'm gonna turn this into a proper intro when I have time but in short! i'm a 21yo girl, I have noticed my views started to shift, and I made this account to explore the ideas of radical feminism, open up a dialog and seek out the opinions and guidance of other women. so far, I've always been in very q*eer circles both irl and on line. a huge portion of my irl friends and close ones are trans/q*eer - this change of views is truly a huge deal to me. i feel as I am betraying those I love, but the internal conflict is gnawing at me, thus driving me to make this account. I hope it'll bring me peace; a conclusion.

besides that: im bi, a slav, vegan, i love nature, birds, reading, some fandoms I dabble in, being silly, kindness in the face of struggle and so on and so forth. i am mentally ill, and a SA victim, but I'm not disclosing more than that for now. toxic yuri can save the world. bye! :)

[yazthebookish]

If they actually have evidence for people targeting their "month" they won't hesitate from barking names and posting screenshots. But they don't have evidence because like the list of Elr*el names that was made up before, it's utter bullshit.

It's easier to do things anonymously after all. There is no accountability.

[marswasnothere]

I think I must have hallucinated a picture of Daniel where it looks like he has massive pussy lips cause I thought I saved it but can’t find it ANYWHERE

[kazz-matazz]

does anyone else have a fucking influx of bots following them because i swear i woke up to 5 and then 2 more came in and one of them had some not so great stuff on their blog. love waking up and having to block bots. so awesome.

PLEASE change headers and profile pictures and make your blog TITLED or else you will look like a bot.

[urfavoritemistake]

EVERY WORD YOU SPIT IS ABSOLUTE FIREEE OMGG U GET IT. i cherish all the ogs who were in the trenches in 2015-2016

welcome to the Murdersex zine, a zine celebrating all things sex and murder. but um. we don't want to romanticize it or anything so don't make your submissions too murdersexy. we will do extensive background checks on all applicants and if we decide a past work of yours has too much sexy murder we'll have to remove you, sorry. we have limits, you know, we want a tasteful gory spread you could put on your coffee table, and having the Wrong people in it would kill the vibe (and we condemn all killing! wholeheartedly!)

[habibisagi]

literally nothing more embarrassing and humbling than u accidentally double tapping when scrolling as u lurk on someone’s blog (that u had history with/ex mutual) LMFAOOO 😭 THE SHEER PANIC TO UNLIKE SO FAST LIKE THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN

[sockdooe]

Shiro or Allura for the meme!

Help me this took an unnecessary long time but in my defense class got to me HELP

[voidd-essence]

what would u do if I started posting on here

[koushirouizumi]

{Today's Block.}

You know what, I'm just leaving the name in this time... {If you're a real person, actually reply to this post and show some way of proving you're a human and not a bot, please.} (And please follow or Like/rb from a different blog than a blank blog.)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

hi hi!! while i don’t necessarily agree w taking up tags for an irrelevant post i feel like i see variants of this sentiment floating around with some frequency and i figured i would just add in my thoughts once and for all:

imo there’s two main reasons why this happens!! the first is tagging — some of the short fics you’re referring to tend to be multi character in nature so they show up in a lot more searches/recommendation, which naturally leads to way more notes. the second is investment — it is 10x easier to drop a like or a barebones/empty reblog on a fic you can quickly read while scrolling than it is to take active time out of your day to read something longer!! i don’t even think that’s like a statement on society or anything HAHA we only have so many hours in a day after all 🥲 but yeah i don’t think it’s anything malicious it really does just come down to the nature of being online and whatnot

genuine question, what is more appealing about the fics that are posted that contain, at least, five to ten sentences? i’ve seen a lot of 5k+ worded fics with just 100 notes (at the most a lot of times) and the former mentioned gets, like, 3k in just a day. am i just missing a bigger picture or do most people not show proper attention to actual writings anymore? sorry for taking up tags in advance my curiosity needs to be satisfied 💔💔

[mariamblogs]

A new suffering and displacement 😔🚨

Hello everyone from khan younis city in the south of Gaza Strip , now its 3:10 am the temperature is 10c it's very cold especially inside the tent ⛺ we don't know what to do, even we are afraid to light up a fire because of reconnaissance aircraft exactly (Quadcopter). We live in Mawasi Al Qarara next to the sea so the weather here is so cold.

Hope we can back to our place soon and the war end.

Anyone can help, donate to us we need to buy some necessities as :

—some Fabrics and blankets to make the tent warmer from the inside .

—nylon cover sheets to protect the tent from rains.

—Some pieces of warm clothes for our baby .

TBH : we spent all our money which we saved during the last displacement (No.13) especially the transportation was very expensive. In addition to that the prices of food are crazy, a 25 kg bag of flour costs $200.

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[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi!! I’m a little lurker who only did one request once and I forgot what happened to that one so I have a different request!!

can you…uhm…write a little thing about priest!fyodor who believes reader to be a god but reader just a normal human?

And like human is a virgin and…you know where I’m going with this.

A worshiper Fyodor taking his beloved God’s virginity by riding reader until he passes out from how many times Fyodor bounced on his cock.

idk I just can’t stop thinking about it but I don’t think I worded it pretty well and you have pretty words soooo…

I’m sorry for bothering you with this imma just

go back to lurking once more…

but if I could bother you again? Can I be 🕶️ anon please?

This is similar to something I have started long ago! On my old blog! But it got deleted along with my drafts :’)

Dom!reader x sub!priest!fyodor - reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (I use dick), use of condom (wow scary), no prep, cum play (licking), hierophilia, corruption, taking virginity, worshipping, fucking in a church, dacryphilia, handjob, cumming untouched, mind break, sub space, bruises, god - worshipper relationship

It happened the moment he laid his eyes on you. When you walked in, pass the grand wooden door and slandered through the small halls. That miraculous day was Sunday, morning to be precise, and you came in late for the morning chant. Everyone who sat on the benches turned their head to look at you, some with scorn, some with a mocking grin. You looked unfazed and went straight to the first row, keeping eye contact with one single person, the priest in charge.

That cold attitude despite the loud voices, the way your every move was as smooth and elegant as clear water. Your expression after sitting down, lips shut while keeping your arrogant eyes on him, as if to judge him, to attest to something. All that appeared divine in his eyes, superior even, it caused a shudder to run down his spine. He had never felt such a pressing sensation before, it was the first time.

You were staring at him so much, though he couldn’t read your intentions. Nothing, only emptiness. A gentle breeze, that brought forth comfort, turning into an icy storm capable of destruction. These words would be perfect to describe you, or how his view of you, because everyone else seems to think otherwise. Most of them scoffed about you coming in late, those little complains soon changed into more vicious words. Like a devils curse, causing the once friendly guests to sin.

“Dear father, may we continue with the morning prayers?” Among the low whispers of the devil, a voice akin to an angels emerged. “Excuse me..?” Fyodor murmured, eyes subconsciously darting to the direction of the sound. Once again, it was you who called out to him. A blush crept onto his cheeks when he noticed your piercing gaze, it was a little embarrassing that he dazed out there. “Yes, of course, pardon my inattentiveness.” The priest said, glancing at you a last time before focusing on his duties. Or at least he tried, because he couldn’t concentrate. The entire time he found himself stealing glances at you, watching you. This wasn’t like him, he couldn’t even recognise himself.

From then onwards, he found himself searching for your eyes or attention. It began with him asking around about you, then it gradually turned into him actively seeking you out. Your meetings became more frequent, and more private as well. One day, he found you kneeling in the confession box, boringly staring through the bars. He quickly positioned himself, then asked, “what brings you to me, my child?”

Seeing you up close was a new experience, he felt the tingly sensation crawling around his body again. “Father, I’m here because I believe you have something to confess.” You said with a voice coated in sweet honey. “Me, confess?” The priest mumbled, obviously baffled by your words no matter how he adored your voice. “That’s right, I can see. If you have something to say, do it now.” After hearing you out, he swallowed the lump in his throat, before smiling at you meekly and admitting, “I fear I’m not loyal to my god anymore.”

It took a lot out of him, a servant of god, to utter these words. Of course it wasn’t without reason. Simply being in your presence made him feel special and watched, as if those nonchalant eyes of yours were the watching gaze of god. He couldn’t explain it, it was a chilly feeling, but at the same time it burned him from the inside. “Speak, father.” You spoke, then he suddenly slammed his hands against the wall separating the two of you. “My lord, you don’t have to speak politely with me. I, Fyodor, this lowly subject of yours, am ready to serve you with all my heart.” The male announced, smiling at you in delight, cheeks rosy as he declared you as his new god.

Anyone who heard this would have thought he was out of his mind, staring at him with a face that screams the word disbelief. But not you, contrary to what one would expect, your expression stayed neutral. “My subject? Lord?” You questioned his choice of vocabularies, tilting your head to the side. “Yes, oh lord, please let þis servant worship you.” Then, to your surprise, the father you were supposed to confess to kneeled down and clasped his hands together, praying to you with a sickening obsession.

That shivering, oppressive feeling didn’t leave him alone, it gnawed at him and told him this was the right thing to do. He couldn’t care less what he was supposed to do or not, all that wasn’t important anymore. Since his deity has come down and granted him an audience, he only has to follow their- your orders from now on.

Whatever got him acting this way was all in his head, you were nowhere near of being a god. Quite the opposite, you were just a human like him, and you found his actions irritating. But you weren’t any better, you didn’t correct him, rather, you liked that desperate look on his face. You wanted to test his limits, to see how far he’d go for you. In truth you enjoyed playing god for him, depending on who you are asking this might be even more twisted than what fyodor was pulling off.

It started with you getting him to do bothersome stuff for you, sometimes it also became materialistic. Other times you would just converse with him and enjoy his company. He’d ask tausend questions about you, some trivial, some existential ones. Most of the time you’d put up with his antics, acting like a benevolent and nice deity. That’s when one day, one of his curiosities caught you off guard. It was when he asked you:

“my lord, do.. you want me to comfort you?” You stared at him with furrowed brows and scoffed “comfort? Where did you get that idea?” “You look stressed my lord, I wish I could do something for you.” Fyodor said, he was on his knees in front of you, who was sitting on a bench in a huge room. The room where each Sunday a crowd of people would come in for morning prayers.

He looked up at you with foggy eyes, hands itching to worship your body. How could someone be this divine and perfect? Obviously he was the chosen one, he was born to meet you. “That… I’ve never done anything like that before. Speaking of which, have you, as a priest?” You questioned, a tiny bit interested. “No, I kept my chastity for you, my god.” Fyodor answered shamelessly, then thought about what you told him.

If what you said was right, then he awfully wanted to give his first to you, and to be your first as well. To take the virginity of his most beloved god and to give, there was nothing more he could ask of. “Is that so?” Your warm voice broke off the momentary silence, then you continued with, “come here.” You tapped your thighs, wondering if he would do it. Did he believe in you enough to commit something that has always been taboo for him? A part of you doubted it, but you wished he’d obey you yet again.

The boy stared at your moving hands for a while, then did as you instructed, climbing onto your lap with reddened cheeks. “…like this?” He raised his arms, about to wrap them around your neck but decided against that. Then he bawled them into fists and kept them behind his back, before grinding against your crotch with his own bulge. “Nghh... fo-forgive me, hah I-lord, can I please continue?" Fyodor mumbled with squinted eyes, biting his bottom lip while he let his desires take over. You grabbed his waist, wrinkling his black robe and stopping him, whispering, "D-don't move, not in the church." Your conscious forbid you from carrying out such acts in a holy place. Sure, you provoked him first, though you didn’t expect it to escalate this soon.

He begged you with glistening, teary eyes, hoping you'd let him go further than that. It felt so good he couldn't stop, he has never even touched himself before so that simple gesture was enough to make him drool. "P-please." Fyodor groaned into your ear, his voice has never been this needy or lewd, it surprised both of you. Instead of stopping when you told him to, he continued to grind against you and whimper, "use me however you see fit, my lord, please let me he-help you." You clenched your teeth, use is a strong word. It’d be a lie to say you weren't aroused, so you sighed and complied with his request, "dammit, fine. Go and get my bag."

This was how you were going to have your first? Giving it to a crazy priest who believes you were a being above humanity? Who would have guessed…

You watched him get off with shaky legs, the spot between his legs was all wet and sticky already. Was it normal to be this sensitive? It's probably because he's a virgin, just look at him eagerly bringing your stuff to you. Once he came back, you fumbled around in your bag, luckily you always brought your stuff with you in case of a spontaneous one-night-stand. It never happened before, yet you knew you would need it one day. After you were done with the preparations, you opened a pack of condom, about to pull it over your length when he clasped his hand over yours. "L-let me do it." He proposed, hands shaking with embarrassment as he took slowly pulled it down to the shaft. You almost laughed because he was making such a big deal out of it, sweating furiously with an ashamed gaze.

"Do you find it dirty to touch it?" You chuckled after watching him for a bit, finding his reactions pretty amusing. "No-no.!! No.. that, I-I'm.." His face heat up again as he tried to find the right words. In the end he decided to just speed up the entire thing, and grabbed the bottle of lube that was in your other hand. Then he squeezed the contents onto your dick and spread it evenly, wondering if this would even fit. After a minute, you grabbed his wrist and scoffed, "are you done playing?" Out of nervousness and excitement he forgot to stick it inside him, looking away in shame before lining the tip up with his hole.

"HnnGgh.. this is h-hard.." he complained under his breath, trying his best to take you. You wanted to prepare him first, but he said he wanted the first thing to enter him to be you and not some fingers. Since that was what he wanted, you decided to let him be. That's what led to your current situation, where he's desperately poking his entrance with your dick. “NghhHg..! Ah, f-feels good..” Finally he managed to take your tip, already panting like he had ran a marathon. "Good job." You praised him, then caressed his soft thighs. They were covered by his clothes, which annoyed you a little, so you gripped his hips and butt before slamming him down your cock. "AhhHGGgNN.!? AahHH..! H-hurts.." He moaned out loudly, then slumped against your chest, fingers clawing at you for support.

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, his body shivered at the sudden impact. You were stretching him so much, he could swear his butt was going to tear. At the same time he was so happy, enjoying this to the fullest. His insides were working overtime, trying to accommodate your thickness and length, his rim clenching and loosening up with each inhale. He made such sinful noises when your hands squeezed his snatched waist, to the point you wondered if he was telling the truth earlier. After waiting for him to stop holding onto you like his life depended on it, you cupped his cheeks, making him look up at you. “Look here, fyodor, tell me how good it feels.” Then you grind your hips against his.

The movements were minimal, you didn’t make him ride you yet, only pushing it slightly deeper inside him. Yet the reaction was better than expected. He arched his back, throwing his arms around your neck out of reflex and whined, “ahHhH!! I-i love it, god, it’s so NGhh m-my insides are tingling..♡” You clicked your tongue, grabbing his butt to have a better grip and praised him, “so good for me.. there’s to turning back now, you don’t mind sinning for me, right?” He didn’t even think twice before saying, “I’ll do whatever you want me to..!”

After getting his permission, you told him to hold onto you tightly. Once he did as you commanded, you manhandled him and made him go up and down your dick. Your little worshipper wasn’t particularly short, rather, he was unusually light. He couldn’t even keep a straight face composure anymore, crashing against you once again as he moaned into your ears. Poor boy was crying due to the overwhelming pleasure, thighs trying to close together in a twitching manner and toes curled off the ground. Drool dripped down his chin and soaked your clothes, all while he moaned out your Titel.

“L-lord, god.. ah, please!! S-slow down.. ngHh, too much, too big..♡♡” his voice became higher with each trust, and bruises began to form around his hips because of your rough grip. “Didn’t you say I can do what I want?” You reminded him, licking your lips when you saw his melting face. How those beautiful water drops raced down his cheeks like soft rain against a window. His pupils even formed little hearts to match that pleasure-ridden gaze in his eyes. Most of his bangs stuck to his forehead, the rest of his hair bounced around whenever you made him ride you.

Then you said fuck it and ripped his priest robe, so that you’d have more access to his skin. “Hu-hUHmnn..?! M-my lord! AhhHNN!!” He shrieked when he noticed one of your hand on his inner thighs, pinching and groping his skin. “W-why there..? Nghhh…” Fyodor groaned, a tad embarrassed by the intimate touch. His deity was touching him after all. Alone the thought of you, his one and only god, fucking him and using him was enough to get him to the verge of cumming.

More precum leaked from his shameless tip, soiling the back of your hand. “M-m’sorry, so-sorry..ah, for being d-dirty..!” He immediately apologised, holding your wrist weakly and bringing it to his lips. Then he slowly licked off the pre, using kitten licks that looked so inexperienced and adorable that you had to tease him more. Sticking your finger into his mouth and snapping your hips against his. Fastening your pace, going rougher and deeper, rutting into him like he was some fleshlight. At this point his petite body won’t be able to take it! He’s so slim and vulnerable, it’d be a shame to break his mind and make him your toy, wouldn’t it?

“MhmMNN… ah, r-right there..Nghh, too f-fast, g-god! feels good~ ♡” Fyodor mewled into your ears, squeaking as he tried to shake his ass for you. But he was more on the passive side, letting you move his body however you saw fit. His sloppy and slutty hole was making squelching noises whenever you bottom out in him, all sticky with lube already. You were so caught up in the moment, you weren’t even sure what you were doing. All you knew was you wanted to touch him, to feel up his figure and trace the outlines of his body. Then you kissed his neck, causing him to whimper uncontrollably. “Hnghh… I- mHhm, l-lord help me.. I want more♡ something is coming out..!!” The boy gasped and smiled, grinning satisfied, the expression almost looked dumb.

You did as he asked of you, slamming him down onto your dick harder and trying to hit his sweet spot more often. The way it rubbed and played with his soft and warm walls made him see the light, or he was just about to blank out. “Nghh! F-forgive me.. for my siiiinnns..!! ♡♥︎～” The priest, Fyodor, your exclusive worshipper and toy servant groaned a last time before shooting ropes of cum out of his twitching member. His thick and filthy cum got everywhere. From his ripped clothes to his milky inner thighs and chest. Then he slumped down, pleasure and sensations he never felt before all coursing through him at once. He felt so good, this was the first time he felt this amazing. It must be due to you, because of your blessings.

Oh how lucky he was to serve such a kindhearted and generous god, who was patient enough to show him all this bliss. This was heavenly~ His body was still a shaking, twitching mess. The lingering ecstasy making him sob and moan louder. After giving him a gift this great, he will have to serve you even more diligently and wholeheartedly! He will make sure to worship and treasure whatever you gave him!

Even you had to catch up your breath since the session was so intense, panting a little while still admiring him. You were still inside him, and he was clenching down onto you without letting you pull out. Then you leaned back against the lean of the bench, signing when you realised what you just did. Now you were definitely going to hell. Fucking a priest in the praying halls, were you possessed? Right before you could tell him to get off, since you two had to clean up, he took off his clothes completely. “Huh..? Fyodor?” You whispered in disbelief. Sure, you ruined his robes, but why did he take them off?

It was the first time you saw him entirely naked, and he was as skinny as you noticed him to be. His nipples were all hard and pink, a cute colour in your opinion. A few seconds later, he re-positioned himself in your lap despite his legs giving up under him. Then, he slowly rode you, jumping up and down while wrapping one hand around his shaft. You rushed to stop him, saying, “wait a sec- shouldn’t we, especially you, take a break?” Seriously, for how sickly and pathetic he looks, he had quit the stamina? Instead of obeying you like normally, fyodor smirked obsessively and moaned, “G-god, forgive me for i-indulging..! Ahhh.. I’m so sinful, I deserve punishment. But..!! it’s just so good I can’t stop ♥︎♡.”

What…? Wait- isn’t this priest too slutty…?? It seems you’ll have to suck it up and wait until he milked himself dry on your dick ♥︎