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DO BETTER, FOR FATHER.

synopsis : after finishing a review paper, you need father mayhew to observe it, and you didn't quite expect to catch him at such bad times, especially when he just got out the shower.

➤ warnings .ᐣ smut. p in v. unprotected sex (wrap 'fore you tap. no little nun babies yet). fingering. kissing. virgin / lost of virginity. virgin!reader. sucking readers come off charlie's fingers prep before sex. DUBCON. blasphemy. tw blood. charlie likes reader bleeds. based off this bot that was req by anon. probably butchered the freak out of this scene but i didn't have the energy to rewatch the seen. please don't come after me. &&. idk anything abt how nuns dress. wc﹔1.5k

NOBODY KNEW how sinful father mayhew was actually. underneath the 'good young-forwarding preist' cover, was almost like a middle-school boy who hadn't yet grasped the understandment of be faithful to the religion. but oh, the only difference is father mayhew punished himself for giving into his urges, like masturbation towards the pretty little nun (you), he met not to far back when he first joined the church as a preist.

in fact, his sinful persona was so well hidden he carried a great following throughout the community, from the blog posts about the recent killings going around discovering they were more surrounded by religion than your every day killer, to having great listeners listening to him bike and preach. especially you.

you watched from the corner as he pedaled on the bike, that red tank top stretching across his chest, it was just oh so sinful. in your eyes. while he mumbled things towards the camera that was he was filming on, when he went to bring his arms up and clap, he closed his eye, relishing in the fact he could hear you scurry away to hide out his view. for the remainder of the time on the bike, you left him with a smirk that was planted by you.

later, you stood in the doorway of his bedroom, waiting patiently as you watched him step out the bathroom, wrapping the white towel around his waisted, the v line to his cock clearly visible, he showed little care (clearly), after all he stepped out the shower with his bedroom door wide open. of course most people can do such without people lurking but that was beside the point. when father mayhew turned round, he greeted you almost joyfully. "sister." he said. "what brings such pleasure?"

you were so ashamed to have been caught staring, you used the newspaper held loosely in your hand to face plant yourself. has he stalked closer, you passed him the new review for that blog that has been going viral due to the connections to the serial killers and religion. he greeted you inside the room, shutting the door as he walked back over to his small mirror that he almost towered over. disappointment covered his face, "i'm not saying your a bad writer, sister—" he paused, "but where is the bloodlust?" his hand smacked against the paper numerous times, dramatically showing what he meant.

"do better." he said, walking over to you, "i know you can." charlie released the paper from his hand. the paper had a slow descend to the floor, and you kept quiet as father mayhew dropped his towel to the floor without another word. it was like a fever dream. your eyes sinfully trailed down to the v right before his cock, it was a sight, and you were drinking it right up from the cup.

"like what you see?" father mayhew said teasingly while you held your lips taught together refusing to say anything to the tease. he leaned towards your face with a smug look, "say yes." he demanded of you.

"yes, father.. i like what i see." you said, almost ashamedly, bowing your head towards the ground, wishing no disrespect on jesus and god himself. father mayhew did something no catholic pastor would ever do to their nuns. remove their veil. as father mayhew pulled the veil away from your head, your pretty hair falling freely, watching your hair spread away from each other, father mayhew did something, he let out a groan of shear pleasure.

he cupped your jaw relishing in the fact you say before him, veil off and you didn't even fight him about it. "you look so good." father mayhew pushed his lips onto yours, enlightening something in your body were you just couldn't push away. and it was sad, really. you spent practically devoting yourself to staying pure for your future husband, but with charlie in the way, you didn't believe that would stay a true, unless you married him, of course. which that was definitely not happening. has he pulled away from your lips, a satisfying 'pop' filled the room, along with your slightly heavier breathing.

within the blink of the eye, you found your self being pushed up against the wall, right underneath the cross. without a chance to protest, he was bunching up your gown, pulling down your pantyhose before ridding you off your panties and pantyhose, discarding them on the floor. you were pinned in such an uncomfortable position, you let out a grunt, hinting at your discomfort. he rubbed a thumb over your clit impatiently, wanting to just destroy you, but poor thing, he knew you were a sweet thing, saving her self for marriage.

he massaged the bulb in a soothing circle, drawling a soft whimper from your lips, the stimulation was new to you, and it felt good, but you felt oh so sinful while it was happening. you should've said no. but it felt so good. you wanted to say no, but you clearly wanted this. he pushed his lips against yours, "father mayhew—"

his voice cut you off. "call me charlie." he whispered in against your lips, going back to pushing his lips against yours, his tounge swiping across your bottom lip, clearly hinting at what he wanted. you opened your mouth allowing him to enter. he pushed his tongue in your mouth, your tongues 'wrapping' around each other. with how well your tounge moved against his, people think you weren't a virgin.

charlie's thumb pressed against your bud once more, before slowly pushing a finger into your tight hole. you let out a soft whimper, rolling your head against the wall, hitting the cross ever so slightly. "fuck—" you moaned out, feeling his finger move in and out of you, picking up pace as he found it easier to move in and out. he slowly eased another finger into you, your whole body tensing as he did so. you could've burst on the spot.

"go ahead." charlie whispered hoarsely, like all the saliva in his mouth had dried up. "i know you want to." his tounge swiped across his bottom lip, wetting his lips. he slowed his pace as he noticed your body locking up, and as your body did so, you came, on his fingers, the thick white cream coating his fingers with a shiny cover. he brought his fingers to his mouth, using his teeth to eat the come. "it's so sweet, sister." he praised, "you did good."

he tapped open your mouth, sticking a finger in your mouth, "suck." your mouth worked skillfully around his finger, sucking the salty come off it. after cleaning your mess off his finger, his cock was painfully hard. he picked you up off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you wrapped your legs around his hips, whilst keeping you pressed against the wall. he aligned himself to thrust into your tight hole, pushing the tip in.

when he pushed his cock in all the way, slowly easing it in and out of you, knowing it just had to hurt you so bad. you squeezed around him. charlie started to thrust into you, losing sight of what he said he was going to do, doing quite literally the opposite of what he said to himself. "feel so good around me." charlie praised. he slowed down his pace slowly when he felt his balls tighten, but there wasn't any way he was going to come unless you came first.

so, with little care, he sped his pace back up, bottoming you out. when he pulled himself back out, a small ring of blood cover the base of his cock, "cute." he muttered, "but 'm not finished yet." before pushing back in again. he was so happy. he was the one that got to deflower you, and you didn't say yes, but you didn't necessarily reject. your hands went to feel of his back, the fresh lacerations from the whip he used on himself a few days ago. as he moved in and out, occasionally re-bunching up your dress that would slip, he'd run soft circles on your cunt to speed up the process of making you come.

he loved the way he felt around you, the tight virgin. "father." you breathed out, grabbing onto his shoulders tighter for leverage. "'m so close." you said admittedly, your back arching away from the wall, feeling your body become looser as you came around his cock.

"that's my girl," he whispered, "i thought you'd never come." following a suit a few minutes after, he came as well, filling you with his warm, beautiful semen. of course that was when he started to daydream about you birthing his children, about being married happily ever after with you, and two beautiful kids. to be able to touch you without sin, but that was all a daydream. for now, at least.

he pulled out, allowing you away from the wall. he walked over the sink, wiping of the blood from the base of his cock, grabbing the white towel, wrapping it around his waist, watching you pull up your panties, then putting your pantyhose back on. he watched you slide on your high heels, standing up. "i should go fix the uh— review for you." you trotted out his room, quickly heading downstairs as you left charlie with a smile.

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ok i actually need this man😔

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Officially adding Father Charlie to the 'Hot Priests' List

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Nicholas at the Disney's Emmy celebration in LA, September 15, 2024. | photo by Apu Gomes

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religion is a masterpiece

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Balance (Part 1) - Father Charlie Mayhew x Rowena MacLeod

Never in her life did Rowena MacLeod ever thought she would go to a Church willingly.

Yet here she is outside the entrance looking inside admiring the place

More like admiring someone.

She pauses in her search when she finds who she is looking for.

He is standing across the room lighting up a candle. He has his back to her. The witch sighs a little debating whether she should go in or not.

She hasn't been able to stop thinking about earlier. The first time she met him. There was something about him that drew her in. A sense of curiosity, intrigue. She can still remember the way he took her hand to shake it. His grip is strong and firm.

She can also remember his thumb brushing against her skin as he introduced himself.

“Father Mayhew.” He smiles warmly at her. “It is a pleasure to welcome you into my Church.”

He had a look in his eye. A reflection of her own feelings. Fascination, interest. The way Mayhew kept looking over at her as Sam babbled on about the case his eyes bright and intense made something stir in Rowena. A flutter, a burning desire feelings the witch knew all too well.

Damm him.

Sam carried on oblivious to the sudden change in atmosphere. Mayhew’s attention stayed on her. He barely acknowledged the younger Winchester.

“If there is anything…anything at all, even the tiniest bit of information that could help us please give us a call.” Sam stressed as he handed the Priest a card with his contact details on.

“I will.” Mayhew slowly nods. He automatically sticks out his hand and allows the other man to shake it. “I hope the next time we meet.” His eyes are back on her again. “It will be under better circumstances.”

Rowena bites her lip while his curl upwards in the corners of his mouth. He is addressing the final part to her and her only.

Since then that damm Priest has been on her mind.

A Priest? Absurd right?

He wasn't like the other Priests. The image he projects the Holy Man, the shining light Rowena saw through all that. Beneath it all is darkness and hunger. His eyes so dark almost black bore into her and while that might scare some to Rowena it thrilled her.

Also did she forget to mention he is gorgeous?

And a rebel?

Because no Priest would outright flirt with someone the concept of a relationship is forbidden to them yet Father Mayhew has decided to test the waters. He wants to break his pact and reach out to her of all people. A witch. To be his sin, his forbidden fruit.

Rowena couldn't help but be flattered.

Once her services were no longer required Rowena decided there and then to head down to the Church to see him. It is only when she is at the door she then stops and hesitates.

What if it's terrible?

The sex? She highly doubted a Priest would be an expert in that department. He might be attractive but is he good in the bedroom? It could turn out to be awkward. He could be like a horny teenager who watched too many porn videos, a desperate wee lad in need of a good release. That would destroy any attraction she has towards him.

Rowena watches him glide around the room. He had an air of arrogance, a confidence she can feel from here.

Her stomach flutters again.

She shakes her head.

Father Mayhew is different.

He is not like the other Priests.

The feelings of lust and desire consume her. Rowena knows that the only way to get rid of these feelings is to confront them head on.

Fuck and corrupt a Priest?

Challenge accepted.

With a deep breath and head held high Rowena walks in. Just as she reaches the altar he turns around. No surprise, no reaction whatsoever from him. His face is blank.

But his eyes showed a different story.

The hunger, the lust. All directed towards her.

Mayhew addresses her with a nod then gestures towards the door.

No words were needed.

The witch happily follows him through the door and up the stairs. He takes her to the room at the bottom of the hallway which she assumes is his room.

She gets her confirmation when she sees the sad, lone bed with its plain white sheet and one pillow. Being loyal to God comes with no luxuries.

He pours them both a drink and offers the glass to her. She thanks him and takes the offered drink. She sips it and hums with approval.

At least they have good wine.

“I knew you were smart.” Mayhew finally speaks. He sips his glass. His eyes never once leave hers. “I knew you would understand my message.”

“It wasn't hard.” Rowena sighs. “Even a child can figure that out.”

“Not your friend though?” He said with amusement in his voice.

She smiles and takes another sip.

“Father.”

“Charlie.”

She raises her eyebrows.

“First name basis already? Going a bit too fast now aren't we Father?”

“Who said anything about going slow?”

Eager.

The witch puts her drink down and folds her arms.

“Why?” She asks.

She didn't need to elaborate; she can see in his face he knows what she is referring to.

“Why not?” He replies.

“There are many young ladies out there you could have chosen but you choose me? Why?”

“I don't want them, I want you.”

Rowena blinks, surprised by his blunt response. Charlie drains the last of his wine and puts it down.

“The moment you arrived I felt…connected to you. There was something back there and I know you felt it too. When I shook your hand…”

He rubs circles on her skin with his thumb. A sensation, a spark goes through them like a current.

“Father Mayhew. It is a pleasure to welcome you into my Church.”

They remained like that. Holding each other's gaze. His hand clasped in hers.

Rowena, too stunned to speak, clears her throat and steps back pulling her hand away from him.

“Pleasure it is indeed Father”. She answers with a smile.

“I have never met anyone like you before.” He adds.

“Aye I could say the same about you.”

He smiles a little before his face turns serious again.

“You are beautiful.”

Rowena feels a rush of heat flood her cheeks. She smiles and replies.

“Well thank you.”

“It should be appreciated…greatly appreciated. The Lord took great care in making you.” She snorted at that causing him to frown. “Something funny?”

“Nothing. It's simple really my dear a splash of makeup and America's most popular brands of style. Genetics may have given me the head start but I mainly did the heavy work.” She twirls a strand of her locks and gives him a smug smile. “That's how you stay fabulous.”

“No.” He said firmly with a shake of his head. “Your beauty should not come from outward adornments, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”

Rowena frowns at him. Charlie looks briefly to the ceiling before placing his hand on his chest.

“The Lord looks at the heart.” He gestures towards her. “I saw you…the real not the mask you put on. God taught us to look inwards, appreciate the inner beauty, the spirit.” He then brings his hands together. “That was the connection I felt…our souls reaching out to each other. A song only we can hear.”

The witch laughs.

“Oh dear. The way you go on you are making me sound like those sweet wee girls. I am far from that. I think it is fair to say you have got this wrong Father.”

Maybe this was a mistake.

“Oh I'm not denying there are flaws.” His eyes flash, the intense stare is back at full force. I can see the imperfections that's what drew me to you in the first place.” He grins. “Perfect is boring. Yes the scent of sin is strong on you, it clings to your very bones but I see a good heart…but she won't open herself up to it.” Rowena goes to laugh again but stops as Charlie takes several steps towards her. “I can bring out that balance in you. The good and bad, restore order.”

Rowena shakes her head.

“Don't go all satanic cult on me. I'm not interested.”

“You were drawn to me.” Charlie asks. “Why?

Because I saw through you.

Like you saw through me.

I saw his darkness.

You saw the light I so desperately try to hide.

Reading her expression his lips tug upwards.

“Balance.” He repeats. “Opposite forces attract. You see it now?”

So much for a simple fuck.

She didn't expect the conversation to go this deep.

“Doesn't this go against what you believe in?” She asks. “You know no intimacy, adultery whatever you holy lot call it.”

“You are correct it is a sin, disobedience at its worst but I think you know I am a man plagued by sin. I am drowning in it.”

She grins.

“A rebel.”

He tilts his head.

“ If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves.” He quotes.

She raises an eyebrow.

“So you have done this before then?”.

The slow nod confirms it.

She sighs.

So much for corruption.

“But I am honest about it, I am not in denial like some others. The way I see it if you don't confront it head on those thoughts and feelings they will fester and risk straying you off your path to Him. So I do it, I sin and I repent afterwards.”

“Hopping into the confession booth every five minutes?” She teased.

Charlie steps back and starts to slowly remove his clothes.

“ If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” He says.

He lets the clothes drop but his underwear stays on.

Rowena eyes his impressive muscles, biceps and abs. She nods with approval.

Very fit.

Her face then morphs into shock when he turns around.

On his back there are angry red lashes. Some are more new than others. They look sore and painful.

“Well?” He says.

Rowena gives him a ‘Seriously look’

“This is insane, you are bloody insane!”

Charlie turns back towards her and chuckles.

“Actually this is what keeps me sane. The others who choose to ignore their urges and desires end up going insane. My mind is clear…wait let me rephrase that… was clear…now you consume my thoughts.”

The sly grin he gives her causes another blush to rise up in her cheeks.

Rowena hasn't never met a man who has made her speechless like this.

Damm. Damm. Damm.

“I need to put it to rest now.”

“Ah.” Rowena raises her finger as Charlie goes towards her. “So I'm just a distraction huh? A quick shag then you will move on and act like nothing has happened.” She laughs the sound hollow and empty. “I bet you say all that nonsense to your escorts! ” She spits out the word like it is venom.

“Now you sound like a hypocrite.” He folds his arms. Rowena did her best to not look at his muscular arms. “Your intention is the same as mine? Am I wrong? You are here for I quote a quick shag .”

That word sounded wrong on the American tongue.

Rowena huffs feeling annoyed at being caught out like this.

“I meant what I said earlier.” He hisses at her. “You are unlike the others I have bedded with. They pass the time but they did not awaken such intense feelings within me. It goes beyond just lust.”

He places his hands on her shoulders and makes her look him in the eye. She does. His dark eyes stare at her, looking straight into her soul. Rowena did her best not to squirm under his gaze. She hates how vulnerable and exposed she is right now.

The witch curls her fingers, a chant on the tip of her tongue ready to come out.

Charlie’s hands go down her shoulders. He rests one hand on her chest. His face softens. Up close did Rowena notice a small scar along his forehead. Questions form in her mind but she does not voice them out loud.

“It is my mission to set you free.” Charlie says.

“I am free.”

“No you are not. You are afraid. Afraid to open up because if you do you will feel the pain, the hurt, the loss but also love.” Rowena swallows. Charlie slowly shakes his head. “You see all that as a weakness.”

He hit the nail right on the head. The reveal made Rowena silently gasp. She abruptly pulls away and glares at him.

“You know nothing about me!” She said angrily. “How dare you!”

“The defence is out and ready to attack. That's not healthy.”

“You bastard.”

“The scales have tipped. You are doing yourself no favors.”

He is back in her personal space again. His presence is overwhelming her. It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. The tension has become so thick it is suffocating.

“Stay away or I will…”

“Shh!” His finger goes to her lips. Silencing her.

Rage flashes across her eyes.

“It is okay.” He assures her.

He rests his hand on her cheek. She allows him but the anger remains clear on her face.

“I just want to help you.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“We can help each other. They say humans bring out the worst in people but also they bring out the best in people. That’s what I want to do here. I want to bring out the best in you and for you to bring out the worst in me.”

The last part immediately causes those feelings to stir in her again. The temptation and the thrill.

“Balance.” He adds.

He loves that bloody word.

But Rowena couldn’t do this; she couldn’t let herself open up. Especially to be a bloody stranger.

“I can’t.” She says.

“You won’t.” He corrects her.

“It's better this way.”

Instead of pushing her away he pulls her in and wraps his arms around her.

“Is it really?” He replies with his voice low.

The words are stuck in her throat. Her face is pressed against his chest, her petite form is held in his strong arms. She should no…needs to push him away. The manipulating bastard!

He ducks his head and looks down at her. She looks away and blinks back the tears that are threatening to form.

She had to shut down that side of her for a reason.

Rowena was born into poverty. She started off with nothing. No money, no food. She had to work her way up in the world but every time she formed a connection, a relationship her life would then crumble.

Her Coven betrayed her, they bound her powers and they weakened her. She lost Oskar, a boy she became very fond of. In the end she had to kill him because she cared about him.

Fergus’ Father.

Rowena always said Fergus came from an orgy. A one night stand. That wasn’t true. She did once meet a man who became her first love. She loved him with all her heart and when she found out she was with child she believed they would run away together and start a family but that didn’t happen. Instead he chose to marry the woman his family picked for him. He abruptly broke things off with Rowena, treated her like she was nothing like their baby that was growing inside of her was also nothing just an inconvenience to him.

After he walked Rowena was left to pick up the pieces.

Due to her anger towards him and the situation he left her in she swore she would never love again. Love is a weakness.

So she decided to hate Fergus. Hate is easier because then he would never hurt her.

She never opened her heart since.

Father Mayhew strokes her back. He is very patient and she will give him that. He never once lost control; he never once raised his voice towards her. Despite the darkness that circles him, Rowena in a strange way felt calm around him. The anger she had moments again has eased and she allows the beating of heart to soothe her.

Several minutes later she takes a deep shaky breath.

“Rowena.” She forces the word out before she could change her mind.

She can feel his smile against her. He strokes her hair and hums.

“Good start.” He praises her. His smile widens. “Rowena.”

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. She goes stiff in his embrace. The fire in her burns red hot now. He angles his head towards her. His hot breath hits her face causing her to bite back a groan.

Fuck!

“Are you religious Rowena?” He asks.

She barks a laugh at that.

“Absolutely not.”

“Yet here you are in His Church.”

She smiles.

“Well I have a confession to make…I do know Him.” She teases. “I am here to cleanse His place.”

A low chuckle comes from him.

“Call it a gift to His truly.” She adds. “I’m sure He will appreciate it.”

He raises an amused eyebrow at that.

“That so?” He says keeping the banter going between them. She nods.

“Hmm. Me and God you could say we are friends I think in another universe we could have been together.” She smirks. “But the poor man is very… very busy. I guess I'll have to make do with the next best thing…His servant.”

A sharp inhale comes from the Priest. Rowena pushes forward. Her lips linger over his. She can hear his heart beating wildly. She again smirks and traces her finger along his jaw.

“Such a handsome man He wouldn't want you to go to waste.” She purrs.

Feeling like herself again. Fully composed and in control. She locks her lips with his and kisses him.

Rowena pushes her tongue inside him and deepens the kiss. He responds just as eager. His tongue rolls along hers and his arms tighten around her. She bites down on his lip causing him to grunt which sends a wave of joy through her. She deserved to have some fun after what he just put her through.

To Rowena’s surprise Charlie pulls away and quickly picks her up. He turns and presses her against the wall. She gasps as his lips return to hers again. He grabs her arms and pins them above her head. When he goes back to catch his breath Rowena finds an entirely new person looking back at her.

No, not a person.

An animal.

A predator.

Cool calm Father Charlie Mayhew is gone.

“I want to bring out the best in you and for you to bring the worst out of me.”

“Take off your clothes.” He orders. His eyes wide and full of lust.

She grins.

“You forgot to say please.”

He comes forward. His lips are inches away from her ear.

“Please.” His voice barely a whisper.

She turns her head towards him and nods.

“I like a man with manners.”

With a snap of her fingers the clothes fall off her. He blinks, dazed. He frowns down at her.

“How did you…?”

She cups his face, forcing him to look up at her.

“A magician never reveals her secrets. Now…” His eyes blow wide as she slides her other hand down and brushes it against his manhood. “This certain part of His creation is waiting to fulfill its purpose.”

The confusion clears from his face. Forgetting about what just happened Charlie grabs her hands and pins them above her head again.

“Don’t move.” He says.

He kisses neck and all along her collarbone. He latches on to her earlobe and nibbles at it; he then drags his tongue down her chest towards her breasts. He wraps his lips around one nipple and sucks on it. His other hand goes to the other breast and he fondles it. He presses his hand hard into her causing the witch to curse. He eventually switches breasts and repeats the same process as before.

Rowena can see his cock straining against the fabric. Demanding to be touched.

She grins to herself.

Who needs hands?

Seconds later a gasp escaped his lips.

The phantom hand brushes against him and teases the corners of his underwear threatening to push them down. This causes him to press further into her.

Another brush.

The shock sends him digging his teeth into her skin. She is sure he has broken the skin but she doesn’t care. She is enjoying this.

“You fucking bitch.” He growls.

“That I am.” She replies with a husky voice. “Father.”

Another sharp inhale.

He is kissing her again. She meets him on one of those kisses and smirks.

“You do know… sorcery… black magic is a sin.” He says between the kisses.

Rowena lowers her head until it is touching against his.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” She purrs.

A brush followed by a stroke along his length.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Then he chuckles.

“You are doing your end of the bargain well I’ll give you that.” He opens his eyes and looks at her. “But…how far are you willing to go?”

“Care to elaborate?”

He leans forward and whispers something in her ear. Rowena’s eyes widen and her mouth hangs open.

“I never thought a Priest would know about that.”

“I am more educated than you give me credit for.” He smirks. “But for it to work you have to trust me.”

He gently makes her lower her arms. He rubs circles on her arms and waits for her to respond. She laughs.

“It's just sex.”

“No, it is more than that.” He replies. He goes back, his face is blank again. “I’m not doing it until I know there is trust between us, an understanding.”

“Oh come on.”

“Relationships are built on trust.” He states. “What I’m suggesting is big, it requires you to submit to me, to give in and trust that I will stop when you tell me to.

“I want to bring the best out of you.”

Rowena sighs heavily. She comes away from the wall and brings her hand up to his face.

He leans into her touch.

She bites her lip. She rarely becomes the sub she always wants to be in control. At least then she can run before things go too deep.

So she wouldn’t be at risk of getting hurt.

He is back to his patient self again. Stroking her hair and twirling the long red locks between his fingers.

“Your hair is so soft.” He says.

“Thank you.” She answers.

She meant that.

She comes up and kisses his lips. Soft and gentle this time. She could have sworn she can detect a hint of vulnerability and hope in his eyes. The hope that he can help her and chip away at the wall she has put around her heart.

Maybe the image he projects to his followers is genuine.

Light and dark.

“Balance.”

Another kiss before she slowly nods. A message she sends across to him loud and clear.

Yes but don’t make me say the words out loud.

That brings a real smile out of him this time.

For some reason seeing him like this causes a warm fuzzy feeling inside her. A strange sensation she hasn’t felt in a long time.

Rowena quickly dismisses it when Charlie orders her to lean over the desk. Out of the corner of her eye she sees him push his underwear down and kicks it across the room. He strolls over to her. She catches a quick glimpse of his dick.

He is huge!

“Hmm, Father you are truly blessed.”

“Keep looking straight ahead.” He says as he positions himself. Before she turns she notices the devilish smirk on his lips.

He is hot and he knows it.

Rowena always did love a man with confidence.

“The password?” He asks softly.

She sighs.

“Sunflower.”

He nods and runs his hands over her ass.

Rowena then gasps as he smacks her cheeks.

“You okay?” He asks.

He is not like the other men.

He won’t hurt you.

Rowena nods.

She can feel his cock pressing against her ass, teasing her entrance.

“You sure?” He asks. “If you are lying to me I will know and I will not be happy.”

“Really now?”

“I’ve been nothing but honest from the beginning so I expect the same from him.”

Despite his order Rowena turns her head and smirks at him.

“And if I don’t Father? Will I get punished?”

His eyes darken. He runs his tongue along his lips.

Rowena turns back round. Excitement bubbles inside her.

[taintandviolent]

y’all writings grotesquerie fanfiction making me wanna CAVE and watch the show

[cinelestial]

Travis Kelce has joined the cast of Ryan Murphy’s upcoming horror series GROTESQUERIE alongside Niecy Nash-Betts, Courtney B. Vance and Lesley Manville.

[fallbhind]

in every man, underneath is someone extremely pathetic.

[cruyffista]

(...) We revere athletic excellence, competitive success. And it’s more than attention we pay; we vote with our wallets. We’ll spend large sums to watch a truly great athlete; we’ll reward him with celebrity and adulation and will even go so far as to buy products and services he endorses. But we prefer not to countenance the kinds of sacrifices the professional-grade athlete has made to get so good at one particular thing. Oh, we’ll pay lip service to these sacrifices—we’ll invoke lush clichés about the lonely heroism of Olympic athletes, the pain and analgesia of football, the early rising and hours of practice and restricted diets, the privations, the prefight celibacy, etc. But the actual facts of the sacrifices repel us when we see them: basketball geniuses who cannot read, sprinters who dope themselves, defensive tackles who shoot up bovine hormones until they collapse or explode. We prefer not to consider the shockingly vapid and primitive comments uttered by athletes in postcontest interviews, or to imagine what impoverishments in one’s mental life would allow people actually to think in the simplistic way great athletes seem to think. Note the way “up-close and personal profiles” of professional athletes strain so hard to find evidence of a rounded human life—outside interests and activities, charities, values beyond the sport. We ignore what’s obvious, that most of this straining is farce. It’s farce because the realities of top-level athletics today require an early and total commitment to one pursuit. An almost ascetic focus. A subsumption of almost all other features of human life to their one chosen talent and pursuit. A consent to live in a world that, like a child’s world, is very serious and very small.

David Foster Wallace, Tennis Player Michael Joyce’s Professional Artistry as a Paradigm of Certain Stuff about Choice, Freedom, Limitation, Joy, Grostesquerie, and Human Completeness

[allebasimaianunes]

he's so fucking gorgeus. like a blessing, a miracle, like a sin.

nicholas alexander chavez as father charlie mayhew in 'grotesquerie', S01E02 (2024)

[nicholasachavez]

Hi loves

I’m on twitter too if you’re interested in more personalised posts of Nic and fam 💕

x.com/luaing_

[rosyhoneydew]

Watching grostesquerie… why is niecy nash telling this nun privileged information about an ongoing investigation??? 😭

[blondie20000]

After watching Grotesquerie season finale, I am completely lost now. I'm so confused and disappointed.

[motherismotheringggg]

YOU GUYS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

tonight is the american museum gala and both of them are there so im MANIFESTING some pictures/videos together 😭😭😭