#the dynamic dirty duo are putting their degenerate brains to good use

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Nerveeeeee I am so excited about our collab!!!!

Do we tease everyone a little bit? 👀 or nah?

@deadgirlwalking91 !! Of COURSE WE DO!

preview for Forgive Me, Father below

NSFW and Sacrilegious, you have been warned 🔥

“Y’know Lute,” he mused, the fingers from the back of her head dropping to stroke along her jaw. “I’ve seen you on your knees a few times-” his grip landed on her chin, turning her head up to look him in the eye, “-but this has to be my favourite.”

“Father-”

He tilted her head further back, causing a strangled gasp to leave her lips. “And now that I’ve seen this?” He released her, taking a small step back to look over the details of her body, as if committing it to memory. “Shit. All I gotta say is it’s going to be damn hard to focus on consecrating communion on Sundays. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on making the body of Christ when your gorgeous body is on your knees, just waiting for me a few pews back?”

[deadgirlwalking91]

preview - new collab with @a-dose-of-comatose - 'forgive me, father'

Inspired by Witchdoll's gorgeous art, which can be found here. (Note - NSFW and deeply sacreligious. Please don't click if you think it will offend. The preview below is SFW but the fic damn well won't be!)

"So let’s not skirt around the obvious and get down to business. Sound good?”

“Get down to business,” Lute echoed weakly, sweat beginning to form on her palms. She wiped them on her coat, feeling incredibly warm and flustered. “Just… hold on–I gotta–”

Rising from her seat, she quickly shrugged her coat off and placed it over the back of her chair, followed by her scarf. Taking her place again, she cleared her throat.

“That’s better,” she muttered, grateful for the relief from her building warmth. “Forgive me, Father.”

In an impossibly quick, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, his eyes looked her up and down before he pursed his lips with a small nod. “Forgiven.”

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Welcome back, sinners ❤️

thou shalt not chapter one: in the beginning with @a-dose-of-comatose

It had been months since Father Adam had performed his first mass, but week after week the congregation still buzzed over his teachings. Lute had too, until she had her first—and only—confession with him.

The one where she had gone in, ready to confess to Father Peter her admittedly ‘less than holy’ thoughts about Father Adam—only for him to be the priest in the other chair, ready to hear her sins, look at her tattoo, and through an unexpected proposition, fuck her senseless over a kneeler.

She still had the golden rosary he had given her that day tucked into her jacket pocket. It was a memento of their forbidden encounter—at least, a more permanent one than the marks it had left around her neck.

[a-dose-of-comatose]

The first preview of Thou Shalt Not just dropped ❤️

WIP Preview - 'Thou Shalt Not' with @a-dose-of-comatose

“You okay?” Vaggie asked Lute in a low voice as Mandi let herself into the backseat, still chattering away about her post-mass conversation with Father. “You looked a little tense back there.”

“I’m fine,” Lute shoved her hands back in her pockets and sighed, scuffing the ground with her sneaker. “I just got a bit lightheaded, that’s all.”

“Shit, you weren’t kidding when you said you were hungry.” Vaggie opened the passenger door and took her usual place in the car next to Lute. “Hurry up Posh Spice, or Lute’s gonna pass out.”

“If I’m Posh Spice, you’re Scary Spice, Vaggie.” Layla slid into the backseat next to Mandi, who was busy texting away on her phone. “This one here’s Baby Spice, which makes—”

“Lute’s Sporty Spice,” Mandi quipped, throwing her phone onto her lap. “No-brainer.”

“I’m about to become Hangry Spice,” Lute growled, starting the ignition, “if you all don’t shut up and let me drive to the cafe so we can fucking eat.”

For a moment, as she pulled out of the church parking lot, Lute was able to finally shove all thoughts of sexy priests and golden rosaries to the back of her mind. 

Until she saw Father Adam exit the church in her rearview mirror, hands shoved in his trousers pockets and tongue poking the side of his mouth as he listened to a little old lady chatter his ear off.

Lute groaned and stepped down on the accelerator, tyres screeching and friends shrieking as she left him in the dust.

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Cooking up something absolutely filthy with @deadgirlwalking91 and having the BEST time writing it. Get ready 🔥

preview - new collab with @a-dose-of-comatose - 'forgive me, father'

Inspired by Witchdoll's gorgeous art, which can be found here. (Note - NSFW and deeply sacreligious. Please don't click if you think it will offend. The preview below is SFW but the fic damn well won't be!)

"So let’s not skirt around the obvious and get down to business. Sound good?”

“Get down to business,” Lute echoed weakly, sweat beginning to form on her palms. She wiped them on her coat, feeling incredibly warm and flustered. “Just… hold on–I gotta–”

Rising from her seat, she quickly shrugged her coat off and placed it over the back of her chair, followed by her scarf. Taking her place again, she cleared her throat.

“That’s better,” she muttered, grateful for the relief from her building warmth. “Forgive me, Father.”

In an impossibly quick, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, his eyes looked her up and down before he pursed his lips with a small nod. “Forgiven.”

[deadgirlwalking91]

Everyone, put on your Sunday best.

Nerve and I are taking y'all to church with our first ever collab.

It's sexy. It's sinful. It's sacreligious.

And we can't wait to share it with you.

Nerveeeeee I am so excited about our collab!!!!

Do we tease everyone a little bit? 👀 or nah?

@deadgirlwalking91 !! Of COURSE WE DO!

preview for Forgive Me, Father below

NSFW and Sacrilegious, you have been warned 🔥

“Y’know Lute,” he mused, the fingers from the back of her head dropping to stroke along her jaw. “I’ve seen you on your knees a few times-” his grip landed on her chin, turning her head up to look him in the eye, “-but this has to be my favourite.”

“Father-”

He tilted her head further back, causing a strangled gasp to leave her lips. “And now that I’ve seen this?” He released her, taking a small step back to look over the details of her body, as if committing it to memory. “Shit. All I gotta say is it’s going to be damn hard to focus on consecrating communion on Sundays. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on making the body of Christ when your gorgeous body is on your knees, just waiting for me a few pews back?”