Priests in love (/ω\) Roland and Olivier aren't actual priests… I think? but they wear Roman collars 👀 Funny how I didn't care about them when I first read Vanitas no Shuki, but now I can't get over Roland's absolute positive-chaotic personality (❁´◡`❁) and in my head - Olivier can't resist either ♡ crazy how Mochizuki keep making those fictional characters which they were much better if they were queer lol
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Jeanne and Domi kiss
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A coupla fleabag gifs really gave me Hounds Of Love energy 💕@andiforyou's fic is an endless fount of me drawing it
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ID: 1. Waist up of human Nandor standing in a church, a row of wooden pews behind him with stained glass windows of la Virgen de Guadalupe streaming colored light against his back. He has his hair half up and is wearing an orange short sleeve button up with a sun and rainbow challenge tucked into jeans. He smiles coyly at the viewer, one hand on his cocked hip and the other hanging from the thumb in his pocket. He asks, "Are you okay, Father?" 2. Waist up of Guillermo standing across from him, the left-side pews and windows behind him. He is wearing a priest's cassock, collar undone along with the top few buttons to reveal his collarbone. An ornate golden cross hangs from his neck on a chain and he has the beginning of a beard on his face. Guillermo is flushed but smiling despite himself, hands on hips like he's scolding one of his flock and looking across the room away from Nandor as if that will help him keep his vows. He replies, "Oh, fuck you for calling me Father like it doesn't turn you on just to say it." /end ID
come to me little lamb. Kneel before me and look me in the eye. Don't be afraid and tell me all your sins. I will cleanse you from every sin of yours in front of our Lord. Don't be afraid our Lord will always forgive you if you beg for it poor little lamb
just thinking about having to cock warm a priest while he's in confessional, people come and go and confess, not knowing you're down on your knees on the other side of the wooden partition
vampire sub x priest dom who keeps "accidentally" burning them with the crucifix on their rosary...
anon I like your mind.
being marked up, knowing if I move or flinch away I'd make it worse.
being bent over a pew with them behind me, leaning over so it brushes my back, pushing me down and leaning further in the closer they get so the crucifix rests on my back, and I know the only way to get it away is to get them off.
sitting chest to chest on their lap, crucifix just happening to be pressed to where my heart is but they won't let me go or pull away. maybe even play dumb about what's burning me. or just soothe me and tell me I'm being so good when I cling to them and plead for mercy.
thinking about two priests who got their hands on a boy who's clueless about what they are gonna do to him. not questioning why all of other boys they chose him until later he's a whining and moaning mess as his boycunt is torn open by two cocks. 🤍
just showing this probably virgin man so much care and tenderness through intimacy. just making him feel so so sosososo good that he can barely think. id ask him if god had ever made him feel like this, and when he says no id tell him “then worship me instead.”
Can't let the homies know I fuck with dressing up as a priest and being forced to read Bible verses while being pounded and made to restart everytime I stutter
having the thought of being fucked in a church by a priest who finds it so disgusting that you’re a faggot and tries to fuck it out of you. moaning out “oh god” but it’s him pulling ur hair and also mentioning that he’s your god. maybe i have a priest kink.. maybe i need to be told to read a certain bible verse while im getting fucked stupid by someone who knows they’re going to hell.
(this is not to offend anyone, coming from someone who doesn’t even believe in god. this is just a kinky thought of mine)
Rosary wrapped tight around your cock, tight enough to leave the imprint of beads, the cross dipped in your cockhole, just enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to want to be sounded deeper while you squirm miserably. My finger traces each bead as you recite the prayers.