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[lyvhie]

oh, you're learning, father | lmk

priest!mark x fem!reader (18+ mdni)

summary: mark is determined to make you feel as good as you always made him feel.

cw: this is a continuation of 'forgive me, father' but can be read separately, oral (f), fingering, it has fewer religious themes than the previous one, pet names.

a/n: your wish is my command, here it is part 2 for you babies 😚

since the day you had first lured him into your seductive web, mark and you had been engaged in a secret, sinful affair. rather than feeling remorse, he reveled in the forbidden pleasure of your company.

he maintained his role as a priest, as he held a deep affinity for his position. he had devoted his existence to it, so it was not unexpected that he chose to preserve his work. but in the depths of his consciousness, he acknowledged that he was transgressing against his faith.

but he couldn't help it, not even if he tried he could get away from you, at least not now. it was so good to spend the night by your side, he always found himself leaving relaxed both physically and emotionally after a meet with you, each encounter a new, thrilling experience.

still, there was something that started to bother him; you were the one who always took the lead and made him dizzy with pleasure, truly faithful to your promise to make him cum in every way possible. don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate it, quite the opposite, it's always a delightful experience. however, he wanted to do more for you, he needed you to enjoy the moment as much as he did. your enjoyment was very important to him.

mark sat in the adjoining room, waiting patiently for you to finish your shower, his mind filled with determination and anticipation. for days, he had immersed himself in research, exploring different possibilities and methods to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure.

armed with the knowledge he had gathered from articles, forums, and various resources, mark was determined to make this encounter exceptional in every way. he vowed to himself that he would leave no stone unturned.

he was deeply engrossed in his reading material, intently concentrating on the article titled "three ways to make your partner cum." he was so absorbed in his research that he didn't register the sound of the shower coming to a halt or the bathroom door opening.

“what are you doing?” mark, taken by surprise, flinched at the sudden sound of your voice, his phone slipping out of his grip and onto the bed. his eyes darted up, finding you standing at the edge of the bed. he quickly tried to cover his nervousness with a casual smile.

"oh, nothing much," he said, his voice just a touch hurried, making you raise your eyebrows.

"did you know you are like, the worst person ever at telling a lie, mark?" you teased, an amused smile gracing your features as you crawled up the bed towards him. his arms instinctively opened, welcoming you into his embrace.

“well," he chuckled sheepishly, his hands gently wrapping around your waist. “i guess that's what happens when you spend most of your life preaching honesty and confessional secrets.”

you laughed at his words, leaning to capture his lips into a gentle kiss, his arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace. he was keenly aware that he didn't need to resort to falsehoods when it came to his lack of experience in the bedroom, as he knew you were understanding and patient with him.

he had noticed your careful and caring demeanor towards him, despite the wild tendencies you displayed in the heat of passion. it was precisely these qualities of yours that made him feel at ease in your presence.

he hummed against your lips as he felt your hand slide under his shirt and caress his bare skin, his body responding with a small shiver when your nails grazed his abdomen. it was crazy how he could never grow weary of your touch.

as the kiss became more heated, he felt his own body getting hot, a soft gasp escaping his lips when your hand found his bulge over his pants. for a moment, he was tempted to surrender to your dominance, relishing the familiar sensation of being at your mercy. however, this time, he halted your movement by gently clutching your hand and breaking the kiss.

“what, baby?” a confused look on your face as your hand reached to caress his cheek. he melted into your touch, his heart skipping a beat as you called him that pet name. he couldn't help but admire how a simple word could make him feel so content. “are you not in the mood? we can't stop here.”

he shook his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "no, it’s not that," he reassured you. "i'm definitely in the mood. i just... have something i want to try with you.”

the curiosity in your eyes sparkled as your hear his word. with a small tilt of your head, you responded, "oh, really?" your brows raising slightly. "and what do you want to try?"

mark hesitated for a moment, biting his lower lip before continuing to speak. "can i... can i eat you out, please?"

“oh.”

each night of sex with mark was a fun experience, you really enjoyed fucking him. you usually always focused on his pleasure, he was so responsive, so easy to please. a simple hickey on his neck was enough to make him melt for you, and you never got tired of those reactions from him.

but a change of pace was always welcome, and you couldn't, and in no way did you want to, deny such a cute request.

“of course, mark!” you laughed at how nervous he seemed to be asking that, but your answer made his face lighten up and relax. “do you know how to do it?”

"i-i’ve been... researching.”

"like... watching porn or something?"

“no…” he looked away from you, his face getting red.

“oh god… you tried it on someone else?”

“what?! no!” he replied quickly, shaking his head urgently. “no, i would never—” he stopped mid-sentence when he heard you laughing, soon realizing that you were just teasing him.

“you're so cute,” you chuckled, squishing his cheeks together and earning a roll of his eyes in response.

he let out a sigh, still feeling the need to explain himself even though he knew you were just teasing him before. "i did watch a few videos," he admitted, his tone slightly sheepish. "but it was mostly reading….”

you hummed in understanding, a small smirk playing on your lips. "alright, i’m curious to see what this dedicated student has learned," you teased.

mark swallowed a lump in his throat, taking a deep breath. “okay,” it was finally time to put his theoretical knowledge into practice.

mark shifted his position, maneuvering you so that you were now lying down with your head slightly raised with the help of a pillow. you didn't know if he purposefully wanted to make sure you had a good view of him as he began his task.

he awkwardly positioned himself over you, his lips eagerly seeking yours in a passionate and gentle kiss. his tongue slipped past your lips, hungrily exploring and mapping out every inch of your mouth. it was something you had noticed about him — he really loved to kiss you. you had no doubt that you could make him cum with just one make-out session.

mark's hands found the rope of your robe, easily unfurling it to reveal your bare body beneath. he pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath, before moving his lips to your jaw and continuing downward to your neck. he relished in the sounds of your soft sighs and the way you arched your neck, providing him with more access. he gently sucked and nipped at your skin, leaving a trail of love bites, each one followed by a soothing kiss.

he had read that foreplay was an effective way to build anticipation, and he wholeheartedly agreed. it was something he had experienced firsthand with you. when you did that with him, it was all more satisfying when it came to the main act.

mark's hands roamed over your body, gently cupping your breasts and giving them a light squeeze before continuing their journey. they moved down to caress your sides, eventually coming to rest on your hips, his touch leaving a trail of tingles in its wake.

mark began to move down your body, his lips planting soft, lingering kisses along the way. with each kiss, he inched further down, eventually reaching between your legs. the sight of your glistening pussy making he whimper softly.

his lips pressed against your inner thighs, creating a trail of gentle kisses as he moved closer and closer to your core. you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

mark quickly moved towards the main attraction, aware that prolonging the wait too much could become monotonous. he had learned that there was a certain balance to be maintained to ensure maximum enjoyment and pleasure.

the first gentle lick of mark's tongue against your pussy drew a soft gasp from your lips. your surprised response served as encouragement for him to continue. eager to please, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, firmly pulling you closer so that his mouth was perfectly aligned with you.

with more confidence, his tongue roamed through your slick folds, collecting that sweet, stick fluid that made him hum in satisfaction, the pleasant vibrations eliciting a soft moan from you. mark eagerly buried his face between your legs, his tongue sliding along your slit with growing confidence.

he closed his eyes as he kept devouring you, his tongue circled your clit, teasing it, before sucking it into his mouth. your hands found its way to his hair, your fingers tangling between his strands tightly as you pressed him against you even more.

mark pulled away for a briefly to look up at you, his chin glistening with your juices and his face flushed. “am i doing it r—” you cut him off by firmly guiding him back to his task. "fuck, don't stop, mark," you hissed, rocking your hips against his face, moaning when his tongue started to fuck you again, licking and flicking at your heated flesh.

you arched your back and squeezed your thighs around his head, your breath coming in sharp gasps. your moans served as a measure of his abilities, and he could tell that he was doing well because your sounds were becoming increasingly louder. he doubled his efforts, eating you like you were the most delicious meal he's ever had — and it probably was.

he could tell you were close because he noticed your thighs trembling slightly and way your moans were growing in volume and pitch. he knew that he had to keep up the pace, so he decided to try something else. he quickly and smoothly slipped two fingers inside you, smiling when he listened your whimper.

his fingers caressed your inner walls, scissoring them open and making way for him to thrust his tongue a little further, soon returning to your clit, sucking relentlessly. he pumped his fingers in and out of your wet heat, curling them just enough to hit that sweet spot and that was the final straw he needed to make you cum, crying out his name.

your grip on mark's hair tightened to the point of being painful as you reached your climax, your body arching and your hips pressing against his face. for a few seconds, it was as if you were trying to suffocate him with your pussy, which was… oddly hot for him, he weren’t sure if he was supposed to be this turned on.

with a satisfied moan, mark diligently lapped up your juices, not wanting to leave a single drop behind. he savored your delicious taste and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing he was the pleasing you, finally.

mark slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting yours as he took his time to suck his fingers clean. he was in absolute awe at the sight before him. your hair was tousled, your breath coming in short pants, and a faint gleam of sweat adorned your forehead. your eyes were heavy-lidded and fixated on him, a sight that filled him with pride.

mark's voice broke the silence with a soft compliment, "you look divine..." he bit his lower lip, his words carrying genuine admiration for your appearance. a gentle laugh escaped your lips, touched by the sincere appreciation in his eyes.

“umm, i don’t know if god would approve that," you raised an eyebrow, a playful glimmer in your eyes as you pulled him up to meet your lips in a kiss, the taste of your essence still clung to his lips.

"i couldn't care less if it's you," mark murmured against your lips, his body molding against yours as if he was a puppet in your hands.

you teased, a frisky smirk on your lips, "hmm, that was quite the romantic statement, father. are you catching feelings?"

mark buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against your skin and dropping soft kisses there.

“maybe i am.”

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Crawl Home to Her

Pairing: Osferth x f!reader Warnings: Religious guilt. Canon-typical violence. Mild angst. Loss of virginity. Smut. Word count: ~3.5k

Summary: Part two of Deathless Death. Osferth has a crisis of conscience and faith, however, an attack on their party by the Danes makes him realise what's at stake. Based on this request.

Author's note: No tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

Osferth rouses slowly into wakefulness, blinking his eyes open. For a moment, his mind is blissfully silent, focusing only on the canopy of green leaves above and the chirping of the birds in the woodland that surrounds him and his travel companions.

That is until the memory of the previous evening floods back to him; the taste of her upon his tongue, her cries of pleasure that had echoed through the trees and up into the night sky. He can still feel the smoothness of her thighs beneath his fingertips, the way the softness of her flesh had yielded beneath his hands as she’d hovered above his face while he’d devoured her like a man starved.

His throat tightens at the thought, his cock stirring in his breeches. He turns on his bed roll to face her, expecting to see her peacefully sleeping next to him, just as she usually is, her features a vision of angelic beauty. However, the space beside him lays empty and his brow furrows in concern as he props himself up on his elbow to look around for her.

He spots her. She kneels at a fallen log, her hands clasped in prayer against it. The early morning sunlight filters through the branches casting the top of her head in golden light. She is the picture of innocence, truly angelic, and guilt and shame wash over Osferth in thick, hot waves. He would have sullied her upon the filthy forest floor, if the others had not come back and interrupted them. Worse still, she would have allowed him to. This pure, devout, impressionable girl had been a vessel for his lust. Seeing her as she is now, Osferth vows to keep his distance; he must do better by her, despite his yearning for her.

He is startled momentarily when she opens her eyes and looks directly at him, clearly having sensed his gaze upon her. Her smile is warm, making her eyes soften with fondness as she looks at him.

“You’re awake,” she says, her voice gentle. Osferth will never have enough of that dulcet sound, it is sweeter than honeyed wine. “Will you join me?”

He nods, not trusting himself to speak and makes his way over to her, kneeling on the opposite side of the log. It’s a deliberate choice, a need to place a physical barrier between the two of them so that he is not tempted to reach out for her, to feel her lips upon his once more.

If she is offended by his decision, she does not show it, lowering her head once more and closing her eyes. Osferth wonders what she prays for. Had she awoken this morning filled with regret for what they’d done and is now praying for God to cleanse her of her misdeeds?

Pressing his own hands together, he closes his eyes and bows his head.

Please, Lord, give me the strength to resist her. Do not allow me to sully her innocence with my sinful behaviour any more than I already have. Forgive her for transgressions, for she does not understand fully what she has done, and was led astray by my lust.

“First one awake’s meant to light the fire,” he hears Finan grumble sleepily in annoyance from a few feet away.

He sighs, standing and walking towards the pit that had been dug the day before. “Apologies, Finan, I’ll do it now.”

The rest of the morning passes peacefully. Uhtred’s talk of their travel plans serves as a welcome distraction, though he is unable to stop himself from glancing over at her. She looks at him with such adoration that it makes his heart squeeze. He is not worthy of basking in the affection of her gaze, yet he craves it all the same.

When it comes time to move on, she leans back against his chest as they ride, and it takes everything he has not to wrap his arms around her waist. His knuckles turn white from the intensity with which he keeps a hold of his horse’s reins, knowing that if he lets go his hands will be upon her in an instant.

She tucks herself against his chest as they bed down again that night and he is glad to wrap his arms loosely around her, keeping her close. He reasons he is simply keeping her warm, nothing more, until she looks up at him doe-eyed and expectant.

“Will you kiss me again?” She whispers into the darkness and he feels a pit open in his stomach.

“Not tonight, my lady”, he tells her quietly, “get some rest.”

He hates telling her no. The way her face crumples in disappointed sadness feels like a dagger to his chest, but it is for her own good. A kiss would lead to more and he cannot do that to her. He must control himself for the both of them.

She nuzzles into him, closing her eyes and he allows himself a moment to simply let his hands stroke through the silken strands of her hair, soft as angel’s wings.

He is thankful that the constant presence of Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric during the day prevents her from asking about the night he had tasted her. He can see it in her face each time she looks at him, longing in her eyes and questions on the tip of her tongue, but she’d never dare speak of it in company, so he always ensures they are never alone.

Come nightfall she clutches against his robes as they lay together, and he savours her closeness, her warmth, her scent, pretending his actions are a matter of duty that he derives no pleasure from.

She catches him off guard a few mornings later, excitement in her eyes as she approaches him.

“There is a river close by. I’d like to bathe. Will you join me?”

Osferth feels himself flush scarlet all the way to the tips of his ears. The thought rivulets of water running down her skin, tracing the curves of her body, has him swallowing thickly in order to maintain his composure. But he cannot give in.

He picks up his sword, fastening it to his belt. “I will keep watch to ensure you are safe, my lady.”

Her gaze lowers, he can see he has disappointed her yet again and guilt gnaws at him. He detests that doing the right thing makes her so sad.

She turns and walks off in the direction of the riverbank, and he dutifully follows her. He has to physically force himself to turn away when she begins to undress. Never having seen her fully bare before, he is desperate to look, but knows he will not be able to control himself if he does.

In his peripheral vision he sees her form illuminated by sunlight as she steps from the bank and into the water. Her movements are slow, deliberate, and he glances quickly at her, seeing how her hands move through the water, over her hair and down her body. 

Looking quickly away, he wonders how someone so angelic can be such a temptress. He wants to protect her virtue, yet ravage her at the same time, and it seems she is attempting to lure the latter half of him out to play. She does not know the full weight of what she is asking, however, and Osferth could not live with himself if he laid with her, only for her to regret it.

He keeps his focus on the surrounding woodland, to make sure no one approaches or sees her as she is bathing. He does not look upon her again until she returns to him, dressed once more, her hair damp from the river.

She looks up at him with wide, imploring eyes and Osferth feels panic flutter in his chest. They are alone. They are alone, and she is going to ask him about what happened between them and he will not know what to tell her. What could he possibly say? That he is a sinner? That he cannot control himself? That he swore to protect her and has taken advantage of her instead?

“Did I do something wrong?” She asks sadly.

The question hits him like a punch to the gut. How could she assume she is to blame for anything?

He opens his mouth to reply, but she beats him to it. “Was it not good…the other night? Have you decided you don’t want me after all?”

Her tone is filled with insecure hurt and Osferth feels as though he wants to cry. He had never meant to make her feel unwanted. If only she knew that she is everything he has ever wanted and everything he does not deserve simultaneously.

“Osferth?” Sihtric’s voice echoing through the trees interrupts them, as the crackle of branches heralds his approaching footsteps.

He turns to face the direction he is coming from, brows rising in concern as he sees the hardened look upon Sihtric’s face. This is serious.

“Get ready to go,” he tells them both. “We are being tracked by Harald’s men.”

Without thinking, Osferth grabs her hand, rushing her back to camp. They hurriedly pack away their belongings, kicking out the fire, before mounting up and moving on at speed.

She rests wordlessly against his chest, and he knows they will eventually need to continue their conversation from earlier, but right now his only focus is on keeping her safe. If he cannot do that then he has failed in his entire reason for taking her with him from Alton in the first place.

Their horses are brought to an abrupt halt, rearing up slightly when Danes ambush them in a clearing, surrounding them. Bile rises in Osferth’s throat, icy fingers of fear wrapping around his heart - not for himself, but for what may happen to her.

As Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric dismount, withdrawing their weapons, he leans forward whispering quickly to her. “Run. Run away and don’t look back. I will find you after.”

He feels her trembling like a leaf, and wishes he could do more to comfort her, but in this moment the best source of comfort is to protect her and, so as she flees, he jumps down from his horse and unsheathes his own weapon.

Osferth is not a masterful warrior, but travelling with Uhtred has sharpened his skills and he fights with more confidence than terror with each passing day. 

Allowing pure instinct and adrenaline ro guide his movements, he drives forward, slashing with his blade, ignoring the ache in his shoulder and the wet, dull sounds of steel biting into flesh.

A sharp sting against his temple happens so quickly that he barely registers he is cut, until he feels the warm trickle of blood in his eye. He blinks it away in time to see Uhtred run through the Dane responsible for causing the injury.

He is panting, sweaty, sight in one eye reddened by ichor by the time they have cut down Harald’s men. Those not killed have fled, but any solace he feels is short lived as dread and regret spur him into action, he runs through the woods in search of her.

Stupid fool.

If he’d have known better, he’d have taken her and rode away, not left her to fend for herself. What if some of Harald’s men have come after her? What if she’s dead?

As Osferth races through the trees he can no longer tell if the warmth upon his cheeks is blood or tears, he simply knows he has to find her.

His heart soars, relief and exhilaration flooding through him when he spots her cowering in a thicket, fresh tears pricking his eyes.

She is safe.

He calls out to her and she raises her head, her eyes wide with fright, though she visibly relaxes when she sees him, stepping out from her hiding place.

His jaw clenches in anger when he sees the slash in the sleeve of her dress, a long, angry looking red gash adorns the flesh of her forearm.

“Did they hurt you?” He asks, unable to mask the worry in his voice.

She shakes her head. “I caught myself on a low hanging branch when I ran away. It is my own clumsiness that is at fault, no one else.”

Reaching up, her fingers brush over the cut to his temple. “You are hurt…”

Osferth winces, though does his best to sound brave in spite of the pain. “It’s only a scratch. The fact that you are safe is all that matters to me.”

They stare at each other unblinking for a moment, her thumb tenderly wipes away the tears that have tracked down his cheeks. 

If they are not meant to be together then why would God deliver her safely back to him? They both could have died today and all he wants to do is kiss her.

Before he can second guess himself, he leans in, pressing his lips to hers, smiling into the kiss as he feels her return the gesture, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him close.

She is alive, they both are, and he has never felt more so than in this moment.

That night, they do not sleep upon the forest floor. Uhtred finds them lodgings at a village alehouse, stating they have all suffered enough for one day and deserve the comfort of a decent night’s rest.

Retreating upstairs, bellies filled with ale and stew, Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric pile into one room, leaving Osferth and her to the other. It is humble, simply furnished, with a small double bed.

Osferth’s pulse races, keeping his back to her as he removes the light leather armour from his wrists and chest, leaving himself in just his robes. They have never spent the night alone together like this before. What would she be expecting of him?

He lips part involuntarily as he turns back to see her dressed only in her cotton shift. She has removed her dress, and tended to the cut upon her arm. She is beautiful, so beautiful, and he feels himself redden with embarrassment as she looks up and smiles, clearly having caught him staring.

She squeezes water from a cloth into a basin, before turning back to him. “Here, let me,” she says, gesturing to the wound on his temple.

Osferth approaches her slowly, his breathing unsteady. He hisses lightly at the sting of it as she gently presses the dampened cloth to his injury.

“Forgive me,” she whispers, lightening her touch, and his chest tightens.

As if my forgiveness is something you would ever need to seek.

She dabs at his face, placing the cloth into the bowl several more times as she goes, wringing it out, until she is satisfied he is clean.

Dropping the cloth back into the bowl, she places her hands against his face. She regards him with such tenderness that he has to close his eyes, unable to stand the way it makes it feel as though his heart will burst out of his chest.

Her fingertips move lightly over the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, over his lips, chin and jaw. If this is what it feels like to be worshiped then the satisfaction God must experience is beyond gratification.

He gasps as he feels her lips press eagerly his once more and moves his mouth hungrily against hers, tangling his fingers into her hair and walking her back towards the bed.

Pushing her back, he hovers over his, his lips trailing a path down her neck to her collarbones, before kissing the rest of her body through her shift. Eagerly, he pushes the cotton above her hips, finding her wet and wanting, eager to be tasted again.

Osferth’s gaze flickers back up to her face. Her eyes are glossy and darkened by desire, her lips swollen with kisses and parted as she breathes heavily through them.

If he had died today, he is certain the grave he ended up in would not be enough to hold him back from crawling back to her, if only to see her like this. But in that same moment, he remembers the men he has killed today, his hands sullied by blood, lives ended by his hand.

He is unfit to touch her. He cannot besmirch her virtue with his uncleanliness.

He bows his head, exhaling sadly. “I–I cannot go any further, my lady,” he whispers, “I would not dirty you with hands that are not worthy of you.”

She props herself up on her elbows. “And what about what I want? It is my virtue to give away, don’t I get to decide who takes it?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, you cannot give me this,” he argues, eyebrows drawn together in a pleading expression.

“I know perfectly well what it is that I want,” she replies, her tone defiant.

She shifts on the bed, pushing him onto his back, and he lets her. All his fight has left him, so he simply lays there, watching her with curiosity as she sits astride him.

Carefully, her hands pull at his clothes, stripping him of his robe, trousers and breeches. He quietly allows her to do so, lifting his body as needed to aid her task until he lays utterly naked before him.

Osferth has never been nude in front of anyone before. He had anticipated feeling shame and embarrassment, wanting to curl in on himself to hide from her. However, her gaze is filled with such warmth and innocence, she looks upon him in wonder, the way that people gaze at sunsets and meadows of wildflowers. It makes pride swell within his chest to be looked upon as though he is worthy.

Her lips brush gently against his, and as quickly as he leans up to kiss her back, she is moving away. Her mouth trails a path down his neck, across his chest and over his abdomen, before she allows her fingertips to take the same journey. He shivers, feeling his manhood pulsate under her attention.

He sucks in a breath when he feels her hand wrap around his cock, testing the weight and feel of it in her palm, eyeing it reverently, before she lets go and comes to lay beside him.

She pulls her shift over her head, discarding it upon the floor, and his eyes widen, drinking in the sight of her. Not even the most diligent monks in his days at the monastery could illuminate visions as lovely as she is.

“I do not know what I am doing. I’ve never done this before, but I want to. Osferth, please.”

Her quiet plea is all he needs to hear. He turns her onto her back, hovering over her and kisses her deeply. A rumble of appreciation vibrates through him as he feels her instinctively part her thighs.

Pulling away, he grasps the base of himself, guiding his tip to her waiting entrance.

“Are you sure?” He asks, eyes locking with hers.

“I have never wanted anything more. Please.”

Her words make his stones ache and he presses forwards, jaw going slack at the feeling of how tight she is as his length forces apart her walls.

She whines quietly at the intrusion, though as he studies her face he is met with desire rather than the discomfort that he had anticipated. It excites him to know that she wants him, though he fears he would not be able to stop now even if he wanted to.

If lying with other women has been the closest he has come to seeing the face of God before, then in this moment he has truly died and gone to heaven.

His thrusts into her are slow and soft, his lips linger against hers, exchanging sticky kisses and laboured breaths. As his passage eases, his movements become slightly harder and faster, groaning as she grows wetter, clenching around him as the wooden bed frame creaks with their efforts.

This is his forbidden fruit. He has tasted her and now there is no going back. He loses himself in the sensation of her, his grip on her tight as she writhes beneath him, the sounds she makes are sweeter than any music.

Noticing her tensing when his thrusts are shallower, he repeats the motion in earnest until suddenly she is crying out, pulsating around him, pulling him quickly towards release. He pulls out, stroking himself to completion, watching the way his spend paints her bare flesh in pearlescent ropes.

Breathlessly he falls back against the mattress, pulling her to him, wanting her close. She is pliable, eager, and snuggles against him, her head upon his chest.

He looks down at her through hooded eyes and she smiles back up at him, her gaze filled with warm affection.

“I love you,” she whispers.

The words stick in his throat. They are not enough to convey the depth of his feelings for her. They are just words, much like heaven and hell, and they are worthless. He will never want for anything, as long as he has her.

So, he simply kisses her, hoping that it is enough for her to understand just how precious she is to him.

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[dark-and-kawaii]

Unholy

Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request @rcehb-art : You go to confess your sins but the Devil has other plans...

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: <3 Hope you enjoy it xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Breeding | Dubcon | Creampie | Rough Sex | Masturbation | Hair Pulling | Pet Name | Spanking

Your fingers grasp the fabric of your short skirt, your fingers curling, bunching up the thin fabric as you rubbed your thighs together. The nervousness coursing through your body only heightens the excitement that fills the confessional booth. Waiting to confess something so sinful and perverse.

The unforgiving wooden seat presses against your heated flesh, sending shivers of both pleasure and discomfort down your spine, “F-forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Your voice came out soft and shaky as you spoke…

The silence on the other side of the screen hangs heavy, it seemed he was waiting for you to continue. Biting your bottom lip you could hardly believe you were doing this, living out a fantasy you always dreamt of. To confess and touch yourself before a priest, even if he was just going to sit on the other side and listen to you… It was a twisted fulfillment of your most secret desires.

“I-it's been- it’s been a year since my last confession.” 

The thought of what you are about to do sends a delicious shudder coursing through your body, leaving you trembling, “I-I… I want to confess my fantasies. The things I think about when I'm alone at night, things that would be considered sins, father.” Your hand ventures away from your skirt, your nails tracing teasing patterns along your thigh, igniting a sinful pleasure that makes you squirm with wicked delight.

“Impure thoughts, you say? The mind is a fertile ground for temptation. Tell me, do these thoughts trouble you deeply? Go on, child and confess. There's no point in hiding anything from the Lord, my dear," he murmurs, his tone dripping with a sinful allure 

"I-I fantasize about being with lots of men, letting them touch me. I've thought about being fucked hard while someone else watches. I-I've- fantasized about having sex with two men at once, Father."

A quiet chuckle escapes from the other side of the confessional, and a smirk dances upon your lips. Your hand glides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips teasingly grazing the sensitive flesh. Your confession alone was enough to make you wet.

“Ah yes, lust, such a delightful sin. And now you seek absolution, to wash away the excitement with a confession, do you?" He asked, his tone husky and it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Yes." Your voice came out soft, almost a whisper. "I've also thought about… a priest, watching me. W-while I pleasure myself."

You bit back a soft moan as your fingertips brushed over your pussy, a small pool forming onto the wooden seat.

He chastises you for your vulgarity, “How vulgar. In the house of the Lord no less, do you not have any shame? Do you not see the sins you commit?”

Your heart leapt in your chest at his words, a small whine leaving your lips. You felt the heat of shame wash over you, but instead of feeling embarrassed, it only aroused you further. Your fingers dipped between your folds, the pads of them pressing against your clit, a soft moan escaping you, "Oh, god... I-I’m so sorry, f-forgive me."

Despite your apology, the priest refuses to grant you absolution so easily. He revels in your sinful state, savoring the taste of your transgressions upon your lips and soul. 

As your fingers delve deeper within you, the lewd wet sounds reverberate within the confines of the small confessional booth, drowning out all other thoughts. Unbeknownst to you, the priest has silently slipped away from his side of the booth, his presence only revealed when the door creaks open, unveiling a man clad in the pristine white robe of a priest. The hunger in his gaze, the predatory glint in his eyes, is unmistakable. He gazes down upon you, his stare akin to a wolf eyeing its prey.

Embarrassment washes over you, a wave of exposure that leaves your cheeks flushed crimson, the tips of your ears burning bright red. Hastily, you withdraw your fingers, attempting to cover your now exposed state with your skirt, your legs pressed together in a futile attempt to shield yourself. Your eyes avert, avoiding the intense gaze that devours you whole. “I-I didn't think-“ you stammer, the words barely escaping your trembling lips.

You watch as he lifts his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands desert your skirt, gripping the edges of the seat as the heel of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

His foot came into your field of vision, a shiny black leather shoe, you watched as he lifted his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands left your skirt, clutching the edges of the seat as the tip of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

Tears well up at the corners of your eyes once again, your protestations tinged with desperation. "I didn't mean... I only... Father, please, I-I don't actually w-want this..." you plead, your voice quivering with a mix of fear and confusion.

Raphael felt sympathy for you. Briefly. Until he realized you were pantiless, just another one of those common sluts. Easy to break, easy to manipulate. And so he continued, rubbing the tip of his shoe against the soaked entrance of your pussy, watching as your body shudders and a whimper escapes your beautiful lips.

“Sin is sin, my dear girl,” he responds, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and sadistic pleasure. “And you are here to be cleansed. Don't you wish to be cleansed?” 

“I- No- , Father, please.”

He removed his foot, the sound of him removing his robes and the jingle of a belt buckle. Raphael looked down at your face, you were beautiful. Eyes filled with unshed tears, and a look of fear on your face. How he loved seeing his prey in such a state, the sight was enough to make his cock throb. And the way you were biting your lip. Hell, he wanted to push his cock in between those lips, but all in good time.

“Any form of disobedience right now would only prove to me and your god that your soul is too far gone and that you have no desire to be accepted into heaven.”he taunts, his chuckle filled with the deceit of a devil wrapped in the guise of a man of God. Countless souls have fallen prey to his deceptions, their essence stolen, twisted, and forever banished from the pearly gates of heaven.

He gripped the back of your neck, forcing you off the seat flipping you over, so your chest was pressed against the hard surface. His other hand came down on your ass, the sound echoing in the small confessional booth.

You let out a strangled gasp, trying not to scream, the sound coming out more like a squeak, muffled by your arm. The slap hurt, and the stinging didn't subside, it just seemed to get worse. You tried to move, to pull away, but the grip he had on the back of your neck tightened, “Ah Ah Ah, little lamb,” he admonishes. “I can see that you don't want forgiveness. That you have no desire to repent for your sins. Then you must be punished, and only through pain and agony will your sins be washed clean. Only then can you seek forgiveness from your Lord.”

The devil, disguised as the priest, grasps his cock, thick, long, and rigid, teasing it along the dripping slit of your pussy, coating his head in the glistening trail of your slick juices. Raphael presses down on your back, flattening your breasts against the wooden bench, forcing your ass to arch, tilting and exposing your throbbing pussy. He marvels at the sight of your puffy lips, parted and dripping, quite the invitation.

He saw how your puffy lips dripped and parted for him as he pushed his cock forward, sliding past your opening and nudging your clit.

“Ah~ ♡“

Raphael's brows furrowed, he couldn't quite believe that the noise he heard, that sweet, melodious noise came from you. He slid back and forth, relishing the sensation of your soft wet heat until he thrusted forward without mercy.

A scream of both pain and pleasure escapes your lips, only to be silenced by the taste of your own blood as you bite down on your bottom lip. Your hands clutched at the bench, knuckles white, you didn't dare look back. You were in agony, but somehow you were enjoying it, the pain mixed with the pleasure. Your body had betrayed you, and the fact that the priest had noticed and was now taking advantage of the fact.

“Look at how wet you are, how eager you are to accept the sinful pleasures of the flesh.” he taunts, his voice dripping with the satisfaction of corrupting a lost lamb. 

“Please-“

Your pleas fall upon deaf ears, drowned out by the sounds of his hips colliding with your ass.

“Does it hurt, little lamb?”

"Y-yes~."

"Yes who?"

"Yes, Father!!!~" He could hear the pleasure in amongst the pain in your voice.

The Devils grip tightened, nails digging into your skin. He could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to hear you sing. To make you moan, to give into the sinful desires you were feeling.

He pulled out slowly, looking down to watch his cock emerge from your clenching tight pussy, coated in your cream, your cunt lips clinging to his shaft. He thrust back into you, grinding into you softly before he began to fuck you, ploughing into you as deeply as he could. 

You couldn't keep silent any longer. Moans, gasps and whimpers escaped your lips, each time his hips slammed into you.

“Good girl. Let the church hear how you're giving into the Devil's temptations.” He grinned, his hands sliding up your back and into your hair, pulling hard.

You whimpered as he pulled, feeling the sting in your scalp, your back arching to try and lessen the pain. His cock dived into you, the sound of your wet cunt being punished by his cock loud in your ears. He pistoned in and out of you remorselessly. Your moans loud as your hips began to fuck back.

"Fu~ Y-Yes Father~!! God, yes!!!” Your cunt clenched around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper.

“There is no God here, lamb. Only a Devil, one who will devour you. One that will make you scream. Make you bleed. Make you beg as I fill your womb with my tainted seed. And when your Lord looks down and sees you, he will reject you. Turn his gaze from you and your swollen belly-“

“FU~ C-c-CUUUUM~!! PLEASEEE~!! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!! PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR DEVILISH SPAWN!!! P-PLEASE~!!”

"Such a sinful little slut, you are.”

“YES~!!!”

His grip tightening, nails digging into the flesh of your scalp. You let out a pained whine, feeling his nails cutting through the skin, causing blood to trickle down the sides of your face.

He demands your allegiance, questioning your loyalty to the divine. “Who do you worship? Whose cock will you serve? Will you pledge your soul to the devil himself?”

"Yes~, M-My soul, my body and my cunt are yours~!! I'm all yours~! My body belongs to you!! The Devil himself~! Oh, oh, oh my fuck~!! OH, FU~!!! HAA~!!”

You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, the pleasure coursing through you, a tidal wave, drowning you in euphoria. The tight ring of muscle, clamped around his cock, milking his hot seed as it gushed into you, the false priest’s cum painting your walls white, invading your fertile womb.

As he pulls out, both of you gasping and panting, he admires his handiwork. You, slumped over the bench, covered in a sheen of sweat, panting for breath, your eyes glazed over in a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. His seed dripping out of your well abused cunt…

But amidst the exhaustion, a wicked grin spreads across your lips as you gaze at the false priest. Your mind races knowing that the devil's seed now resides within you. The future is uncertain, but the past half hour has left you craving more.

In the back of your mind, you think of Haarlep, the man waiting for you at home. You hope that he will believe the lie, that the child growing in your womb is his….

[hyperactively-me]

regency era!ghost x reader (part 5.5, the letter)

My Dearest Lady,

I pray that you will permit me to trespass upon your time and patience to convey the deepest sentiments of my being. As I sit here, quill in hand, I find myself overwhelmed by the enormity of my sins against you, and I scarcely know where to begin. 

It is with utmost shame and remorse that I recall my conduct towards you since our initial introduction. I have behaved with a rudeness and presumption that are wholly unbecoming of a gentleman, let alone a Duke. I shudder to think of the disdain and hurt I must have caused you with my unkind words and actions. I am acutely aware that my behavior has been unjustifiable, and I am filled with profound regret for every instance in which I have disrespected your dignity and disregarded your autonomy.

I have wrong you grievously, and the realization of my behavior now pierces me with a pain sharper than any sword. I was blind, wholly consumed by my own pride and misplaced sense of superiority. Again, my conduct has been nothing short of deplorable. 

I am unworthy of redemption, this I know. My actions have left indelible scars, and no mere words can ever hope to erase them. Yet, here I am, on my hands and knees, begging for a chance to atone for my sins. I am a man undone, crumbling under the weight of my own guilt.

I have been tormented by the memory of my cruelty and your undeserved suffering. My heart is a tempest, my soul a wasteland, lacking peace until I can make amends. I can no longer bear the weight of my guilt without seeking your forgiveness. 

Please, my lady, grant me the opportunity to atone for my transgressions. I beg of you, allow me the chance to right my wrongs. Allow me to demonstrate my remorse and my earnest desire to make things right. Your forgiveness would be a balm to my troubled heart and a chance to mend the rift I have so thoughtlessly created. I offer you my sincerest apologies as a flawed and fallible man, one who has come to realize the true value of your character and the depth of his own failings. 

If it takes a lifetime, I shall devote myself to proving my repentance, to showing you that I can be a better man, one worthy of the grace and dignity you so effortlessly embody. Your forgiveness is not something I deserve, but it is something I yearn for with every fiber of my being.

I am, and shall remain, your most humble and contrite servant,

Simon Riley, the Duke

part 5 < > part 6

[f1nalboys]

thinking about priest!sinclair brothers...

warning for priest fuckery (obviously), perverting the catholic faith (my bad), corrupting priests, being corrupted by priests, sacreligious shit, spiritual bdsm of sorts, and all the weird icky stuff that comes with me talking about fucking priests. you know. also warning bc i know fuck all about the actual ins and outs of priesthood so... dont be on my dick please <3

priest!lester is the priest you accidentally corrupt. youre in the confessional and youre spilling your sins and hes on the other side of the lattice biting at his lip trying not to imagine all the filthy things you talk about happening to him. you talk about your crush on a priest there, how you touch yourself to the thought of him sometimes, how you know its wrong but you just cant help but work yourself over to the thought of this holy man fucking you until it hurt and lester cums in his pants, his hand over his mouth to keep quiet. he had already been questioning his faith but now he knows hes in the right path; the two of you need each other. you need to be cleansed and he does too, and he knows that together you both will find the light and do just that even if there are some bumps along the way.

priest!vincent is the priest that you are corrupting without even meaning to. he knows what his supposed goal is but then he meets you and leading you to gods light is the last thing on his mind. he wants you. he wants to worship you, not God. he wants to get down on his knees in front of you, look up into your patient and kind eyes, and admit all his transgressions. he is willing to take whatever punishment you give him because he knows salvation lies inbetween your legs and if he holds on just a little longer, if he speaks to you softly, if his touches are soft and quick, you'd be willing to give him that. you'd be willing to allow him to touch you and to worship you and to treat you like a god if he asked sweetly. you might think hes attentive to the rest of the congregation but he isn't. he could close his eyes and pick you out from your scent alone and thats how he knows that he was meant to be your worshipper, your devotee.

priest!bo is the priest that knows hes corrupting you and he loves it. he knows youre a lost member of the flock, that when you came to his small and private office to ask him to speak to you that you were looking to be lead back into the light of gods embrace. he knows that. but he doesnt care. what he cares about is how sweet and innocent you look and how he wants to crush that under his boot. so he tells you that the only way for god to forgive you, really forgive you, is if you listen to every word bo tells you. even when its scary, even when its confusing, even when its innapropriate. when bo tells you to kneel in front of him hes doing it to set you on the right path. when he tells you to take his cock hes doing it to cleanse you from the inside out. when he tells you that you'll have to come back again and again and again until you begin to crave him when youre not there hes doing it because he knows its the only way for god to forgive you. and eventually, one faithful night, he'll get you to admit that you think of him as god and he'll smile, lean down with his hand tilting your head up, and he'll tell you that he is god and that youre the first member of his congregation.

[godhasatenderheart]

how do you know for sure you won't end up in hell?

Hello! I saw your other message assuring me not to worry about responding because of the grieving process. Thank you for your kindness and thoughtfulness—it truly means a lot. May God bless your sweet soul. 🩷

It’s comforting to know that, because of God’s promises in the Bible, there’s assurance that we won’t end up in Hell. Many verses speak of salvation and bring peace. Sometimes, due to severe trauma, trusting in that love and safety can be difficult, but it’s a journey to trust in what God has promised.

When doubt about salvation or God’s promises arises, the best remedy is prayer and spending time in the Word. Trusting God fully and consistently is one of the hardest parts of the Christian walk, and it’s a lifelong journey. If doubt about salvation occurs, please know that it’s a normal part of the walk and can be overcome.

This world is filled with evil, and Satan continuously works to shake that faith. We face attacks, criticism, and feelings of shame and unworthiness. Yet, the Bible reveals God’s character, and when we trust in what He has said, there is assurance of salvation.

I’ll share some Scripture that speaks to our salvation under the cut, so as not to flood anyone’s timeline. I hope this can be helpful, beloved!

Then he brought them out and said, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” And they said, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.”

—Acts 16:30-31 (ESV)

More Scripture of salvation assurance below:

I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life.

—1 John 5:13 (ESV)

because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.

—Romans 10:9-10 (ESV)

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.

—Ephesians 2:8-9 (ESV)

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

—John 3:16 (ESV)

For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!

—Job 19:25-27 (ESV)

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

—1 John 1:9 (ESV)

Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper, but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.

—Proverbs 28:13 (ESV)

Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.

—John 5:24 (ESV)

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.

—John 10:27-28 (ESV)

Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life.

—Romans 5:9-10 (ESV)

The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.

—Romans 8:16-17 (ESV)

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified.

—Romans 8:28-30 (ESV)

For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.

—2 Corinthians 5:21 (ESV)

In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the praise of his glory.

—Ephesians 1:13-14 (ESV)

And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.

—Philippians 1:6 (ESV)

which is why I suffer as I do. But I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that he is able to guard until that day what has been entrusted to me.

—2 Timothy 1:12 (ESV)

But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life.

—Titus 3:4-7 (ESV)

Consequently, he is able to save to the uttermost those who draw near to God through him, since he always lives to make intercession for them.

—Hebrews 7:25 (ESV)

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.

—1 Peter 1:3-5 (ESV)

See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure.

—1 John 3:1-3 (ESV)

[lamanchalandfamily]

Erm. Mr. Curiambro. I need to make a confession.

I’m from a different Family and I uhh… Committed an act of filial impiety tonight? N-No violence of course! But, some heated words were exchanged, and I drove my Mother to tears. She’d been very cruel to me over the years, you see, and I turned that cruelty into a metaphorical stake to impale her with; A needle of words sharpened with the knowledge of her insecurities that I turned against her. My very own Mother!

Nevertheless, no punishment has come yet for my misdeed. I have many duties to my Family, but it seems like it might just be easier for everyone if I leave. What advice do you have for a lowly Bloodfiend whose family scorns her so? Should I stay and pretend nothing happened, or should I make like a car and go? What is the way to salvation, Mr. Curiambro?

This family knows that sin all too well, child. Our experience with it taught us that the concept is not as black as white as insubordination, there are nuances to these things, all points of view must be observed to make a decision on which instance is good or bad. A family built on cruelty is no family at all, but for your own safety I believe you should apologize and take your leave. If you simply disappeared without any sort of recompense for your actions, that is a quick way to make an enemy child, first and foremost you must forgive yourself this transgression, self defense is never something to hate yourself for, not even in cases like these, my siblings and my father would agree. ♱

[kay-elle-cee]

okay here's my 2024 Writer's Wrapped (prompts courtesy of @clare-with-no-i)

Favorite Line: Rescuing Jack saved Jack; it did not save her soul. Perhaps forgiveness for her transgressions—for the kiss, god almighty—could be bartered if the life was saved, but she had little hope. The change in her was permanent; a line crossed. (a just cause does not absolve the sin)

Favorite Scene: This is so tough and would probably change tomorrow, but I'm going to say Lily and James at the bar in Stupid T-Shirts. I just reread this the other day and totally forgot about that moment with the lime and whoever wrote this is CRAZY. (and I mean specifically at the bar getting drinks...not the whole fic, lol)

Favorite Chapter In Search of Something More Chapter 4. The pre-Dursley chapter where everything is going well and James and Lily are just being un-fucking-bearably cute, and when they wrestled control from me and my outline.

Favorite Oneshot: magic in the tides is getting my vote for this one. My POTC fic was very very close but I've had the idea for this pirate!jily oneshot since I was writing that original multichapter, so to be able to return to that world and finally get those words down was really gratifying. I love my pirate!Jily more than anything and I don't care.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Monsters Reimagined: Asmodeus, Lord of all Hells

I think I know what may be happening....You’re trying to atone me, and I didn’t do anything wrong...You want to know what I’ve always hated about mortals? why I spit on your forgiveness, why I loathe your redemption? To reach a hand down to somebody they need to be beneath you,

And I’m Beneath Nobody.

Brennan Lee Mulligan as Asmodeus for Exandria Unlimited: Calamity

@pikablob​ was asking about my ideas on devils and mentioned Asmodeus in the process, and while I’ve already done a monster’s reimagined on devils, I figured it was a good opportunity to talk about my take on the biggest of big bads. To summarize, I like to go back to the mythological roots of devils less as agents of a universal evil but as individual manifestations of judgment, looking to test or punish mortals for their failings. This ( along with Brennan’s showstopping performance in calamity) gave me the idea of an Asmodeus as the ultimate critic of mortalkind, an entity that can see all of our flaws and nothing of our virtues.

TLDR:  There are many evil gods, wicked things that preside over cruelty and misfortune in all its forms, but there are few that would claim to be the god of evil itself. Though to hear the lord of all hells tell it, there is nothing touched by mortals that is NOT evil: no act that is not in some way rooted in self interest, no moment of self determination that is not a transgression, no soul that is not some way corrupted. To allow the Father of Sin into your heart is to accept that people are fundamentally wicked creatures deserving of punishment, and that punishment cannot come soon enough.

Bio: Ruling from the lowest depths of the pit, Asmodeus sits a throne surveying an empire built on torture and damnation and deems it insufficient. There is evil in the multiverse and that evil is called mortals, things gifted with the tiniest spark of life who every day choose the wickedness of existence. His purpose is  to be the scourge that drives the animal towards the slaughterhouse, to take hold of mortal life and shape it into useful purpose, with the only useful purpose being the ultimate destruction of all wicked things

The hypocracy of being an evil god punishing evil does not for a moment shake Asmodeus. Spirits cannot choose their nature, nor can animals, but mortals which live in the intersection choose to be evil every day, and worse yet, have the capability to choosing evil at any time. In spite of his divine status, and in many ways because of it, Asmodeus is actually incapable of perceiving good in mortals, believing that good intentions or earnest affection are yet more lies and hasty justifications that mortals buffer themselves with to excuse their faults and selfish action. None can then judge the atrocities he commits because none are without sin, even if to find that sin he needs to peel back layers of causality and unconscious feelings to find a thread of wrongdoing. 

To purge the universe of the blight of mortals Asmodeus cultivates power and fear: Power in the form of legions of devils and devoted servants who’s hateful hearts he feeds like a furnace, fear in the form of agents which sow division in mortal hearts and a myriad of private hells filled with infinite forms of torment.

Swear to serve Asmodeus, say his mouthpieces, and you will be spared the infinite torment when the boot on your neck breaks through to your spine, or when his hordes come to put your home to the torch.  Give up on the falsehoods of hope, love, and kindness,  visit punishment on others and you may be rewarded for your service

Behind the scenes: I’ve talked quite a lot about how d&d uses the idea of objective evil as a staple of its worldbuilding, and how in doing so it ends up falling face first into pro genocide rhetoric. In attempting to make badguys that the party is 1000% justified in killing on sight it ends up stumbling into some very fucked up thought experements.    Monsters in vanilla d&d arn’t just evil because they do bad things, but they do bad things because they are inherently evil:  They pillage, they enslave, they despoil, not because these things benefit them ( as it invariably gets them killed by adventurers) but because these acts serve as an outlet for their wicked natures.

If our heroes’ enemies are fundamentally evil, then any action which opposes them must be good, and any pillaging, enslaving, or despoiling the party does can be excused provided the targets belong to the designated ingroup. This is almost identical to the reasoning that was used by crusaders, conquistadors, slave owners, and fascists, and what is now being used by the evangelical to deny people rights and life-saving aid to this day.

What I wanted with Asmodeus was an entity that looked at the party like a group of murderhobos look at an orc: an ugly brutish thing that is only useful in so far as its suffering and death can benefit them.  Maybe it’ll be funny if they make it beg for its life. The party feel they’re justified in this because they know the orc is objectively evil ( because the books said so), just like Asmodeus is justified in plucking the souls from mortals and making them suffer for eternity because he knows, in his flawed omniscience, that they are deserving of it.

Signs: The sounds of tortured souls wailing from below, symbols of power glowing red hot, the manifestations of lesser devils.

Symbols: A five pointed star made of jagged metal, a black throne or crown atop numerous bodies.

[depraved-love]

Mattheo's confessions

Heya! I know I'm taking a while with the promised story. I hit a bit of writer's block. I'll be putting out just the works in the queue for a while. I'm sorry.

We have already established that you are a god to Mattheo, so it only makes sense for him to confess his sins to you, right? Of course, he can't afford to be seen or recognized; he is clever enough to realize that. So, it happens that you find letters with poems cut out from newspapers on your windowsill. They're not the best and slightly creepy but you live in the worse part of the town. Surely it's nothing to worry about... Or maybe you know and you want to play along...

Oh my dear god, I humbly plea, Forgive me for the wrong I've done. I saw that pest, so sly and free, While you enjoyed your walks in the sun.

That brute with his touches and crude jokes, I saw the pain behind your smile. Though you laughed, your eyes awoke, Revealing hurt all the while.

For you, my dear, I took a stand, And made that man just disappear. I hope you understand, I did it all to end your tear.

My most beloved deity, forgive me, For I have sinned, I must confess. I've taken something precious, can't you see, From your discarded relics, I did transgress.

To you, a small glass of your scent might seem, Insignificant, a trivial thing. But to me, your mere follower, it’s a dream, As if you gifted purest air, on wings.

I swear to treasure it, my dear, This stolen breath, this sacred blend. But I beg your forgiveness here, For this sin, I must make amends.

My beloved god, I beg you once more, Forgive me now; my guilt won’t fade. I’m holding back, but it’s such a chore— Your body tempts me, I feel betrayed.

I couldn’t resist; it’s all too much, I’d rather cut off my hands than touch. I’d carve my eyes out to look away, But these desires just won’t stay at bay.

They’re eating me alive, this constant fight, So save me from this, my dearest light.

[traumacatholic]

I was told there is a 50% chance I'll need a root canal that I just can't afford. I don't know how much more stress and humiliation I can take. prayers appreciated greatly.

I'm really sorry to hear this. It would also be worth looking into local and national charities and seeing if there's any that exist that can offer financial aid / support for dental treatments that are outside of your budget. I would imagine that there would be some support and advice for people in your position. Please also do consider reaching out to your local Church (or local Churches) and seeing if there's any kind of support and guidance they can provide. They might be able to signpost you to some kind of support, but at the very least having their prayers also can be of some great comfort and support.

I'm going to put some prayers under the readmore, that you might find to be of help

Prayers for all sick people

O Lord Almighty, healer of our souls and bodies, Who putteth down and raiseth up, Who chastiseth and health also; now, in Thy great mercy, visit our brothers and sisters who are sick. Stretch forth Thy hand that is full of healing and health, and raise them up, and cure them of their illness. Put away from them the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which they are bound. And if they have sins and transgressions, grant to them remission and forgiveness, for Thou lovest humankind. Yea, O Lord my God, have pity on Thy creation, through the compassions of Thine only-begotten Son, together with Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, with whom Thou art blessed, both now and ever, and to ages of ages.

Prayers for yourself in sickness

O Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour, the Physician of our souls and bodies, Who didst become Man and suffer death on the Cross for our salvation, and through Thy tender love and compassion didst heal all manner of sickness and affliction: do Thou, O Lord, visit me in my suffering, and grant me grace and strength to bear this sickness with which I am afflicted, with Christian patience and submission to Thy will, trusting in Thy lovingkindness and tender mercy. Bless, I pray Thee, the means used for my recovery, and those who administer them. I know, O Lord, that I justly deserve any punishment Thou mayest inflict upon me, for I have so often offended Thee and sinned against Thee in thought, word, and deed. Therefore, I humbly pray to Thee, look upon my weakness, and deal not with me according to my sins, but according to the multitude of Thy mercies. Have compassion on me, and let mercy and justice meet; and deliver me from the sickness and suffering I am undergoing. Grant that my sickness may be the means of my true repentance and amendment of my life according to Thy will, that I may spend the rest of my days in Thy love and fear; that my soul, being helped by Thy grace and sanctified by Thy holy mysteries, may be prepared for its transition to the eternal life and there, in the company of Thy blessed saints, may praise and glorify Thee with Thy Eternal Father and Life-giving Spirit. Amen.

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O Holy Father, heavenly Physician of the body and soul, Who hast sent Thine Only-begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, to heal ailments and deliver us from death; do Thou heal me, Thy servant, of all suffering, and restore me to health by the grace of Thy Divine Son, through the intercessions of our Most Holy Queen Ever-virgin Mary, the Mother of God, and all the saints. For Thou art the Fountain of all cure, O Lord, and we give thanks to Thee, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and forever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer for Protection

O Lord, Thou who steadied the hand of Peter as he began to sink on the stormy sea, if Thou are with me, no one is against me. Grant to me the shield of faith and the mighty armor of the Holy Spirit to protect me and guide me to do Thy will. The future I put into Thy hands, O Lord, and I follow Thee to a life in Christ. Amen

Prayers for Oneself in Time of Need

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom.

Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Prayer for Oneself in Times of Sickness

O Lord, Healer of our bodies and souls, visit me with Your loving-kindness and stretch forth Your hand of healing. Raise me up from this bed of sickness, and heal me of all disease, pain, and fever that is binding me. We bless and honour You, our most holy Father, gracious Son, and life-creating Spirit, both now and forever. Amen. Almighty God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, because You love mankind, pity Your creation. Your only-begotten Son taught us that not even the smallest sparrow falls to the ground without Your knowledge. We pray to You for Your servant [name here], for the healing of body and soul. Calm me with confidence in the fullness of Your love. To You belongs all our praise and worship, to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer to St. Spyridon of Trimythus

O most blessed hierarch Spyridon, thou great Saint of Christ and glorious wonder-worker!

Standing in heaven before the throne of God with choirs of Angels, look down with a compassionate eye upon the people gathered here (names may be added) and asking thy powerful help.

Entreat the merciful kindness of God Who loveth mankind, that He judge us not according to our iniquities, but rather act towards us according to His mercy.

Ask for us of Christ our God, a peaceful and serene life, health of soul and body, a fruitful earth, and in all things abundance and prosperity; that we turn not unto evil the good things bestowed upon us by our generous God, but rather unto His glory and the praise of thine intercession.

Deliver us, who with unswerving faith approach God, from all ills, whether spiritual or physical; from all discouragements and diabolical snares.

Be a consoler unto those in sorrow, a healer of the infirm, a helper of those in troubles, a coverer of the naked, a defender of widows, a protector of orphans, a nourisher of infants, a strengthener of the aged, a guide unto travellers, a compass to those that sail, and pray for all that seek thy mighty intercession, that they may receive all that is profitable unto their salvation: so that, taught and kept by thy prayers, we may attain eternal rest and together with thee glorify God, Who is One in the Holy Trinity, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.

Prayer to Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker

Hierarch and father, O most holy Nicholas, thou extraordinary Saint of the Lord, our loving defender and ready helper in sorrows everywhere: help us sinners and hapless ones in the present life: entreat the Lord God to grant us remission of all of our sins, that we have committed from our youth and all our life, by deed, word, though and all our senses; and in the passing of our souls, help us wretched ones; entreat the Lord God and Maker of all creation, to deliver us from trials in the air and eternal torment: that we may alway glorify the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and thy merciful intercession, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer in Time of Trouble 

O God, our help and assistance Who is just and merciful, and Who hears the supplications of Your people, look down upon me.  Have mercy upon me and deliver me from the trouble that besets me.  Deal not with me after my sins, but according to Your bountiful mercies, for I am the work of Your hands and You know my weakness. Grant me, I beseech You, Your divine helping grace, and endow me with patience and strength to endure my tribulations with complete submission to Your Will.  You know my misery and suffering and to You, my only hope and refuge, I flee for relief and comfort.  Trusting in Your infinite love and compassion, I know that in due time, when You know best, You will deliver me from this trouble and turn my distress into comfort.  I shall rejoice in Your mercy and exalt and praise Your Holy Name, of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, forever.  Amen.

[hanzajesthanza]

good news, i managed to reread crossroads in one night, and took brief chapter notes this time

bad news, i am crying now

In the spring, let's be honest, I expelled you from Rocamora. I remember the look in your eyes. And I could only think of one thing at the time. That I was rescuing you. Saving you. From becoming a killer, just like me. But it turned out that you can't cheat destiny.

brilliant, showstopping: because it is, only an echo...

when geralt leaves ciri with mousesack, trying to cheat destiny. imagine those words from geralt to ciri, "i remember the look in your eyes..." she is screaming, geralt, don't go! but he could only think of one thing at the time, that he was only saving her:

I cannot, I may not expose you to that, Ciri.

but she too becomes a killer, because...

She cannot be left alone (...) I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me . . .

and UGHHHH don't even get me started on this part from sesb...

Bonhart, he thought. She killed him out of hatred. Oh, Ciri, Ciri. You're standing on the edge of an abyss, daughter. Not a thousand deaths would avenge your Mistle. Beware of hatred, Ciri, it consumes like cancer.

this message, again! reprise! and what a fucking message it is, how plain but painfully truthful, and complicated. killing is bad but what if the people you are killing are Evil, hate is bad but what if you hate those that Are hatred, incarnate? when does the cycle stop...

because this is not just the feelgood peace and love message that a lot of hacks try to pass off on youth nowadays, that you have to forgive everyone and love everyone, even the most horrible people. because sometimes, it really does come down to "kill those sons of bitches" - quote, nenneke.

but when does it start to consume... when is it not worth it... when it ceases to matter, when something more begins to matter. oh... remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions...

we want to save our children from this dark and hideous world and even more the hideousness which lives inside us, but in doing so we push them away, try to keep them innocent, but as they are away they discover it in full on their own, while they are separated, and all this pain, trauma, horror, is natural coming of age that cannot be averted...

the most gorgeously hideous and powerful message of the witcher, which drew me to it even more powerfully than the alcoholic vampire. and sapkowski did a great, grand reprise of this main, core theme in this book, this is why it works so well

[celticseawych]

After a great deal of thought, here is my two cents worth on the allegations about Neil Gaiman.

I have been struggling with this, as, I am sure, many others have.

In my view, these women who are coming forward are genuine, despite it being on a right-wing outlet. My belief is based on NG's admissions of behaviours that, at best, were seriously misjudged. Also, Amanda Palmer's song

https://genius.com/Amanda-palmer-whakanewha-lyrics

It's very, very sad and disappointing, to say the least.

But I don't believe in completely canceling people. And here is why, if you will bear with me.

Protesting, expressing concern, boycotting are all excellent ways of registering opposition. They can bring about change.

Canceling people on the basis that they are irredeemably evil is counter productive. It allows for no debate. It leaves no room for redemption.

And it is also, very much, "casting the first stone".

It's the kind of behaviour favoured by fundamentalists and totalitarians.

It's predicated on a sense of moral superiority.

And it's nearly always focused on perceived sexual transgressions (including but limited to, "immodest" or "loose" women, divorceés but not divorcés, single mothers, women who have had abortions, members of the LGBTQ+ community, rape victims, etc, etc, etc, and, latterly, sexual predators).

Meanwhile, there is nary a whiff of outrage about the grievous offences committed daily in relation to other "sins".

Moral indignation is valid, of course, but, I would argue, needs to be tempered with the understanding that we are all capable of, and probably guilty of, truly reprehensible things. We should be honest enough to recognise this, even as we quite rightly recognise the pain of victims and the transgressions of others.

As a long-time lapsed Catholic, I still believe in the qualities of compassion, forgiveness, empathy and self-examination.

*****

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?

Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.

Matthew 7: 3-5

*****

and

"Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do"

Luke 23: 34

Please, let us always continue to choose love and compassion for everyone, even for those who we might feel don't deserve it.

[brenda-walsh-ministries]

It's Not Too Late

Do you get frustrated because it seems no matter how hard you try you keep making the same bad choices over and over again? the problem is this: anytime you take your eyes off Christ, you are lost! Unless you are walking with Jesus and holding His hand, failure is certain. Without Holy Spirit guidance, you’ll make bad choices and mistakes and because of human tendency to sin, it WILL happen. You simply cannot live a godly life without a close relationship with Jesus Christ! If you’ve drifted so far away from God that you think it’s too late, think again! God is a God of forgiveness and a God of second chances! All you need to do is cry out, “Jesus, save me!” Those three words are the most powerful prayer you can pray. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done - it’s not too late! If you have hurt your loved ones, destroyed your marriage, stole from your co-worker, fell off the wagon after being clean and sober, or any other wrongful act reach out and take God’s outstretched hand, and start over again! The Bible says in Daniel 9:9, “The Lord our God is merciful and forgiving, even though we have rebelled against him.” It doesn’t matter your transgression, or how low you have fallen, it’s not too late! Jesus paid the price for your sins on Calvary and He forgives. He loves you unconditionally and will welcome you back into His arms of safety. The Bible says in Ephesians 1:7, “In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace.” Starting over may seem impossible, but with God “all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26). If you have drifted away from God,  make the choice today to start over by confessing your sins and accepting God’s forgiveness. It’s not too late. Text: Ephesians 2:4-6, Psalm 6:4, Hebrews 10:17, Acts 3:19

Bible Texts:

Ephesians 2:4-6 KJV - But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) And hath raised [us] up together, and made [us] sit together in heavenly [places] in Christ Jesus:

Psalm 6:4 KJV - Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

Hebrews 10:17 KJV - And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.

Acts 3:19 KJV - Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord;

[argisthebulwark]

Your last post but also Erandur. Erandur who loves tld so much more than hes ever loved mara it's honestly a little scary. Erandur whos torn between "i should love mara most of all" and "no, mara would want me to find a love like this its what shes all about." Erandur who, when absolutly and totally and completely lost in fucking tld, doesn't even realize his moaned words of praise have become "rewritten" prayers to mara, in which he's saying tld's name instead of mara's.

I need this priest so bad he's doing something to me

oh fuck you're right!!! again, this one's nsft. minors shouldn't read or interact. i just wanna fuck that priest so bad man.

"This is not right," Erandur groaned the words against your skin, damning himself yet fully unable to stop. He was intoxicated on the scent of you, enraptured by your hips rolling against his and the breathy sounds you made with each new touch.

"Is this wrong?" You asked and the priest knew he should cease this. He'd long ago pledged his heart to Lady Mara - she was his savior, the guiding light that had kept him sane on his darkest days. He had vowed to hold no other above her but the sight of you spread before him, limbs wound together and promises whispered in the dead of night, he found proper prayer difficult.

"Yes." Erandur agreed, though it did little to deter him from tasting your skin once more. Lips danced over your chest and he marveled at your reaction; back arching, fingers digging deeper into the back of his robes. He knew you wanted more of him and gods, he wanted nothing more than to give you every shred of himself.

"Should we stop?" Peering at him through your lashes, he knew. Despite the thick haze of arousal you were offering him an exit. Erandur's eyes wandered along the expanse of your throat and the soft swell of your lips and found that damning himself once more was fairly easy.

"Lady Mara, forgive my transgressions."

"You can pray if that would help," your kind words did not ease the guilt, though Erandur was fairly sure he was beyond salvation. Lady Mara would want him to find a love like this, but how would she punish him for daring to hold you above her? Would she strike down a pious believer for loving you so dearly?

"It is only you that I want." Your lips on his skin, your hands pressing him into the soft mattress, your body clambering upon his. Your little gasp was far better than any hymn when your hips settled against his, a gentle rhythm dragging out every filthy sound he was capable of.

"By your words I am renewed, now and forever." He babbled a sacrilegious version of the prayer he'd repeated for so many years. Surely loving you could not be a sin, there was nothing a priest could do more to honor Lady Mara than love so deeply that it hurt. "Sacred love of mine, it is through you that I am remade."

Thank the gods you were slow with him, allowing Erandur to fully savor every second with you. Your head fell back in ecstasy and his own voice rang through the room, a steady and reverent mantra of your name. Not once did he consider Mara - all that he knew was you.

"Glory be yours forever. I will be yours forever."

[questionsonislam]

What would you advise me to do to make Islamic life and prayers permanent in my life?

WeI would like to talk to you based on some basic rules today. They might or might not provide sufficient answers to your questions; it is up to you to decide.

However, those rules have to be known in any case; they must not be forgotten. One of them is as follows: "If you cannot do/fulfill all of something, you do not have to abandon all of it." It is a true rule.

You want to fulfill something as a whole; you want to practice it fully. However, there are difficulties and even some impossibilities about it. Either you are not spiritually ready for it, or conditions outside you are not suitable. What should you do in that case?

If you cannot do fully what you want to do, should you abandon it completely, or do as much as you can do and wait for the possibilities and conditions for the things that you cannot do? The rule states the following: If you cannot do/fulfill all of something, you do not have to abandon all of it. Do and practice as much as you can. Be determined and try to seek opportunities to do and practice what you have not been able to do.

You want to find a way out of the difficulties and impossibilities you are in; you are looking for a remedy and your purpose is to live and practice Islam.  

I would like to attract your attention to a point that will expand your reasoning. Common criteria of verses and hadiths:

Thawabs eliminate sins; good deeds destroy evil deeds. Suppose that you had to commit a sin without wishing to do so due to the pressure of your soul or the environment or for some other reasons. Does it mean the end of everything? Is there no way out?

In our opinion, not everything has been ruined; not all hopes have been abandoned; there is a way out; there is some hope. The verses and hadiths regarding the issue are as follows:  

"…For, those things that are good remove those that are evil..." (Hud, 11/114)

A person who repents from sin is like one who did not sin.

In that case, increase your worship, your thawabs your good deeds and service due to the sins you are exposed to involuntarily; thus, your thawabs will outweigh your sins.

It is possible that the thawabs that you have earned will be more than and outweigh the sins you have been exposed to; and the glad tiding given by the verse will be valid for you. You will win even when you are in a position to lose.

What we say is not a permission to commit sins; it gives hope to those who are about to fall into despair and abandon hope.

What I have seen throughout my life has never been all or none. Things start incompletely, but over time, they are completed and even reach perfection.  

All religious issues are like that. Do not overrate things; do not say I cannot do all of them; so, I will not try any of them. Do whatever you can and wait for the desire, enthusiasm and opportunity that Allah will grant you for the things that you cannot do.

You can lose everything, but not your hope! For, he who loses his hopes loses everything.

"Say: ‘O my Servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah. for Allah forgives all sins: for He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.’" (az-Zumar, 39/53)