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cillivnz · 8 months

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻

[𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪]

PAIRING — PRIEST!NANAMI KENTO x NUN!READER

SYNOPSIS — you shift across continents hoping to leave all behind that drifted you apart from the Lord, only to catch the sole reason of your departure waiting for you patiently, with a rosary in one hand and his cock in the other.

WORD COUNT — 2878

WARNINGS — NSFW. MODERN AU. OOC!KENTO (kinda). RELIGIOUS IMAGERY, THEMES & RELIGION IN GENERAL. BLASPHEMY, sacrilege, impure thoughts, cursing, sins & sinning, sex in a church, indecent use of the confessional, DUBCON. oral (m! receiving), fingering, clit-play, biting, nipple/breast-play, unprotected and penetrative sex (p! in v!), overstimulation, against a wall (?), voyeurism, degrading. NANAMI HAS A GOD COMPLEX. there is repetitive mentions of religious themes throughout the smut, from praying to other things.

A/N — GOOD GOD. i’m asking you all for forgiveness, but i needed to do this. i intended it for leon kennedy but something in me snapped and i changed it to a nanami kento fiction, WHICH IS WHY THERE IS MENTION OF A CHRIS REDFIELD, i was too lazy to change it and also i didn’t want to incorporate too much from the JJKverse, so we’ll just leave Redfield at that.

i am NOT anti-religion, this is a common fantasy and i just wished to try my hand at this sinister trope. please refer to the warnings and DO NOT PROCEED if anything mentioned makes you uncomfortable. apologies in advance for any inaccurate detail written. not proofread.

art credits — unknown [pinterest]

LISTENING TO: ‘THE SACRAMENT’ — HIM

[therefore the title].

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, but you knew the Lord only wanted what was best for you, and so a new chapter in your life had begun.

A woman above materialism, you leave with only your bible and habit, but of course, you carried the last memory of your past life— a photograph your Sisters took of you and Father Redfield from your hometown, the church you had sworn celibacy to, near the Arklay Mountains.

You loved Chris— Father Redfield, the way you’d love the angels of the almighty, but at times this love prevented you from preaching, causing you to often ponder on your style of living, and the fact that doubt settled in your god-driven mind became the primary reason why you decided to move away, all the way to Tokyo.

Your feelings for Father Redfield made you question your vows to chastity, and you knew at once you needed to get away. So, you left the mountainous foliage at once and settled for the noisy city.

Upon arriving, you were welcomed by a ‘Sister Nobara”, with a soft face and piercing gaze, but none that lingered.

She walked you through the large and lonely halls of the massive church. The infrastructure of your hometown’s place of worship couldn’t compare to Tokyo’s, perhaps the difference in population was the reason why.

Throughout the walk to the nave, you felt an ominous sense of being watched— no, preyed upon, but you and your naïveté blamed it on your nerves. It worsened while you said your prayers, seeking forgiveness for the note on which you left: that doubt and urgency to succumb to hellish pleasures with the priest that couldn’t even reciprocate a smile back to you.

“Ah, there comes Father Kento,” Sister Nobara interrupted the last of your calls to the Lord, the one where you beseeched to attain enough strength to never succumb to lust. You quickly muttered a, “Amen”, and turned to Nobara. You looked at her for a brief moment, before your gaze followed hers and landed on the most devilishly handsome man you had ever seen.

Hell, you had to leave your home over a man who, now, you realise, isn’t even half as attractive as the man towering over you.

You backed away when the sudden proximity hit you, your subconscious mind immediately associating that eerie feeling in your gut with the presence of this man.

“Hello,” his deep voice broke the silence. “Greetings, Father,” you quickly averted your lingering stare onto the wooden floor. There was a stroke of amusement tainted in his tone, “Sister Nobara tells me you come from the Arklay Mountains.”

“She’s right,” you confirmed, still not eyeing him.

He nodded along, eyes still etched on your face.

“Father, if you could excuse me.” Sister Nobara suddenly spoke, causing you to look up at the departing woman. A “But—” was all you could mutter, before Kento put two-and-two-together and figured you sought out your quarters. “I don’t mind showing you around.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, Father.” You laughed, nervously, obvious to the subtle but definite bite of the Priest’s lower lip at the sound.

“No problem, follow me.”

The walk wasn’t as bad as you’d thought it to be; it was worse.

You couldn’t help but glance repeatedly at the seemingly older, definitely taller and the most handsome man you had ever dreamt of, and the fact that he hadn’t turned to look at you, nonetheless utter a single word, aggravated you.

He gracefully halted, and you knew you’d reached your quarters.

“There we are,” he announced, opening the door to let you in before him.

“It’s not much but—”

“It’s perfect.” You interrupted him with a warm smile, genuinely pleased with where you were to be stationed. Father Kento seemed pleased with your response, the small smile that broke out gave it away.

You instantly got to settling in, not that you had many things to place. Just your clothes, holy books and—

“Who is that?” Asked Father Kento the minute your hand reached for the framed memory.

“Father Redfield from the Arklay Church.” You spoke in monotone.

“Is he why you left?”

You didn’t have to answer.

The way you clutched the photograph tighter gave Nanami Kento all the answers he needed.

“Confessional is always open.”

“𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍.” The words rang in your ears, floating in the whirlpool of your disturbed mind throughout supper, and the fact that Father Kento was nowhere in sight was no solace. You decided to say, “Fuck it,” in a god-abiding way, and made your way over to the said confessional.

You step inside the wooden booth, steadying your breath you heard movement on the other side.

“Good evening, Sister.”

“I’m glad you obeyed me.” He said, seemingly in nonchalance, but you could picture a cocky smirk on his handsome face.

“Yes, father,” was all you could muster up.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He said so casually, yet compelling enough to get you to open up.

“You were right, Father Kento,” you sighed.

“It’s Chris—Father Redfield.”

“He’s, uh, the reason why I left.”

“Why would a man of the Lord drive you to that limit, Sister?” You heard that raspy voice of Father Kento’s inquire.

All you could muster up was a sigh. Talking about your feelings was something you’ve always struggled with, never there being a crucial need to do so, to redeem, like tonight.

“Because I would find myself thinking about him.”

“In what way?” Father Kento asked almost immediately, not wasting a breath.

“In impurity, lust, and love.”

The sigh on the other wooden end of the booth was almost unheard by you. “Describe them.” Father Kento broke the silence after a moment of halting. “W-what?”

“Describe your thoughts. What did you want to do with him?” You heard fiddling, but chose to ignore it.

“I would— would think about him and I, romantically. If and how things would’ve been different had we not chosen this life. Then, it was natural for excitement to settle in when he’d gently brush past me,” you oddly found yourself at ease, tranquil and nostalgic as you reminisce over the past.

“What about lust?” He interrupted in a tight voice.

“Uh,”

“I thought of his large, aged and veiny hands: grabbin—grabbing me, groping my… breasts…”

The ruffling on the other side silenced you, and when Father Kento noticed, he spoke in a stern tone, “Sister,”

“I need you to let it all out.”

So, you took a deep breath, and did exactly that.

You tell the priest how badly you’d grown accustomed to that ache between your thighs, how damp you would feel while merely observing the older man casually interact with the churchgoers; the tinge of bitterness that coursed through your veins, replacing the electricity that he’d often ignite, but now that you see him caressing the arm of another woman, much like the way he’d do to you, you’d find yourself unravelled in the sin of envy.

“I would find myself wanting to start a family with Father Redfield— by any means necessary. I would’ve wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, carry his load inside me each night, sleeping in the warmth of his arms while his cum leaks out of me, still puffy and sore but in the need of more—”

You heard him groan.

He fucking groaned.

Your sinful ramblings would’ve persisted had the feeling in your gut not begged for you to shut the fuck up that very instance.

“Tell me, Sister,”

“Was it Father Redfield you felt such vulgarity for, or perhaps, just the thought of a superior— One with the Lord— indulging in you?”

You were speechless. Surely there was no insinuation in his sultry tone, right?

“I— I don’t know, Father.” You cleared your throat, thighs involuntarily rubbing together. You raised your palm to bite the back of it, softly, but enough to distract you. A habit you thought you had rid yourself of, but it still lingers.

“Oh, I think you do.”

Before you could deny the blatant accusation, your eyes land on Father Kento through the open wooden network.

You had now realised that this was the first time throughout your confession that you looked up— at him, and the sight awaiting you had caused you to clutch your rosary and gasp the first profanities you’ve dared to say in decades.

Father Kento sat on a ruby, velvet sofa, while his robe lifted up to his stomach. The first thing your eyes trail to is the smug, sinister look on his face, his slicked-back, disheveled hair, his glimmering eyes and pink lips. Then, his broad neck lacking the amice that is supposed to adorn it. Between his thick thighs, stood tall and angry the most vicious thing you’ve seen.

What made it worse was that he had a hand wrapped around the leaking tip, and in that very hand, was his rosary.

“Like what you see, Sister?” He called you out, and you immediately averted your gaze.

You looked to the ceiling, folding your hands and dropping to your knees.

“No, none of that.” Father Kento ‘tsk’ed at the sound of your prayers, making his way over to your side of the confessional.

“As pretty as you look while begging for mercy,”

“ 𝑰 ’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑮𝑶𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑾. ”

He grabbed ahold of your joined hands, opening them just enough to wrap them around the girth of his cock.

“Pray,” he said, squeezing your cheeks together. When your mouth forcefully opened, he shoved his tip past your plump lips, and you instinctively allowed more inside.

“Good girl.” He groaned, motioning your hands back in forth on his cum-slick cock.

Blasphemy coursed through your blood and all thoughts and prayers left your mind, and you twirled your tongue around his cruel tip.

He growled, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” pushing back your veil and bandeau to let your hair out and grip it.

“Oh, you have no idea what a punishment the past few hours had been,”

“I’d been doing so good. ‘So good,” his voice was weak yet hoarse; he damn near lost his mind when he hit the back of your throat, biting back a whimper.

“I was on the path to salvation, but you,”

“You just had to show up and send me spiralling to hell.”

He plunged into your tight throat one last time, savouring the sight of your hollowed cheeks and plump lips wrapped around his shaft. You bat your long, thick lashes at him and his heart skips a beat when he looks into those doe eyes of yours.

“Get up,” he yanks you up by the arm.

“Strip.”

You were hesitant while bidding farewell to your attire, but there was unknown fervency in your movements.

Once bare, you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“This is so wrong—”

“—But do you want it?” He asked, his was was stern and soft, his recollected breath made his velvety voice return.

“More than anything I’ve ever known.” You answered in all honesty; only truth came out of you in the home of the Lord.

There was a soft smirk on Father Kento’s face that widened into a genuine smile upon hearing your words. “Come here, then.” He motioned for you close the eternal gap between the two of you, and you nearly leaped into his arms, the distance growing unbearable.

Kissing you, tasting himself on you, Father Kento spoke in between kisses, “I don’t want a fucking word out of you, okay? You’re going to take cock quietly.”

“We want this to stay between us and God, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him corner you against the wooden box.

His eyes darted up to yours and then trailed down to your body. His frustration aggravated at the sight of you, and the fact that you’re the Lord— his master’s forbidden fruit heightens his senses with carnal instincts, making the Goddess in front of him even more insatiable.

“You know I’d have taken my time with you, right?” He nods, enchanting your dumb and dazed state to follow him.

“But you understand how badly I need to be inside you?” You nod, you need it, too.

“And you’ve sworn in celibacy?” He quirks an eyebrow, but the minute you felt the slightest touch of his fingertips along your velvety folds, you forgot all your vows at once.

“Answer me.” His voice carried a trace of humour, but stoic nonetheless, finding your clit and pressing his thumb onto it.

“Y-yes. Yes.” You bit down on your lip and the priest nearly lost it then and there. His free hand meets your face and tucks the pillowy lip out of your teeth’s grasp, stroking it back and forth.

His hand left your cunt, earning pathetic whimpers from you. It went back to his cock, jerking it a few times, leaving you mesmerised, before he gathered the slick that leaked out of the tip and smeared it onto your pussy.

“Prepping you.” He simply grunted, easing one finger into your tight hole. Your walls show hospitality and gladly accept the digit curling inside them.

You were a virgin, but masturbation wasn’t foreign to you.

“More,” you ached, and he obliged.

By the end of your aching heat, you had (barely) accustomed two of his long, slender yet thick fingers. The fervent circles of his thumb on your clit were torturous.

On the brink of your orgasm, spiralling into ecstasy, Father Kento pulled you out. Like a sinister saviour, he pulled you out of enlightenment.

“No! Please— Why?” You blabbered bullshit, too fucked out to care about anything but release.

“I told you I need to be inside you.” His voice was hoarse, the lust evident in his tone.

Watching you right on the edge of unravelling had him throbbing and twitching.

“I need to feel that tight cunt.” He was damn near hyperventilating. “Baby, I’ll go crazy.” He chokes out a sob when you grab his cock by the angry tip and align it with your hole.

He smiled at you, causing you to clench.

How was this blonde bastard so handsome?

Lifting you up with sheer ease, he let your legs wrap around his waist, your arms crossing over his neck, and his dick plunging into you, inch by inch.

You thanked God the tiny booth was tall, so you had enough space to let your head fall back without it touching the ceiling, courtesy of the man balls deep inside you, standing at 6’0.

The snug fit knocked the air out of both of you. Tears ran down your flushed cheeks like a hot spring, the passion with which he embraced you, devouring your warmth against the cold wood set every cell in your body ablaze.

“You’re so fucking— tight. ‘Hot, tight pussy squeezing so nicely around my cock.” Father Kento began pounding into you. Your legs had began to tremble already, but your vicelike grip on his waist and broad shoulders didn’t falter.

His fat cock fucked into you with desperation, the carnality of being wanted so much, so sinisterly by a man who had sworn chastity makes your soul quiver.

You’ll need to make one hell of an apology to the Lord.

As if reading your mind, the blonde priest spoke in a hoarse voice, “Pray.”

“For your sake and mine, you better fucking pray.”

So, you join your hands and close your eyes, bring Father Kento’s face closer to your chest. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of your soft breasts embracing his face like the pillowy clouds of heaven he’d never see.

With every thrust, your would slide up the wall, cunt gushing along his length. You said your prayers silently but couldn’t help letting out wanton cries when the tip of his cock would hit a certain spot inside you, and hit it repeatedly.

You were too far gone to hear him say, “Put it in my mouth,” not knowing what he referred to, until he hit the flesh right above your breast. You struggled to let go of his neck, but grabbed the supple flesh and lead it to his ravenous mouth, like a lamb being led to slaughter.

His hot mouth on your nipple; tugging, licking, circling, and nibbling. His cock inside you, fucking you at godspeed. Two of his fingers on your clit, rubbing maniacally; all had you coming undone in seconds.

“Oh, Kento!” You moaned pornographically, driving him to the point of release and insanity when the rhythmic contractions of your cunt pulsated around his twitching cock, and in mere seconds, Father Kento buried his seed deep inside you.

“Good god.” He groaned, parting with your nipple with a ‘pop’ and overstimulating you with slow, deep thrusts; his fingers never once leaving your clit.

“That—”

“—Needs another confession altogether.”

And so every night you’d find yourself cornered up in the confessional, apologising for same mistake you’ve been making every night, with the man whose forgiveness you beg for, on your knees, and repentance he delivers with a rosary in one hand and his cock in the other.

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partycatty · 3 months

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anon dm requested: "The request would be: Relationship hcs with Liu Kang? Can be just fluff, but if you wanna add nsfw *wink wink*. I think after so many years of celibacy his rizz would be lower than sea level, but I'd love to read your take on it!"

liu kang > love again

what it's like dating the god of thunder and fire - and the keeper of time

warnings: pretty angsty ngl, can't write for this lover boy without profound sadness, mentions of sex

masterlist

• promising your love to an immortal god was a huge responsibility - you were uncertain if you promised your forever, or his forever. two vastly different connotations to the word.

• it took a lot of time and effort to get him to see you like that. liu kang made a vow to his existence to never fall in love again, after losing everything. no mortal would be able to stand by his side for as long as he'd like, for one life was merely a grain of sand in his beach of a lifetime.

• but once he's in, he's in all the way - or so, he tries to be. as silly as it may sound, the man is charming but rusty. he has that natural tendency to draw people in with his words and spirit, but when it comes to real flirting you've got him with rusty cogs in his head.

• he warms up to you little by little, his casual praises lacing with compliments to your physique or mental strength, something he admires in a mortal. but then, you'd cloud his mind with your enchanting form while he is tucked away in his personal quarters, meditating. like a frosted screen blocking his vision, your presence started to eat away at him.

• liu kang tried hard to push it away - he can't do it again. love. he can't love again, when he knows just how quickly it can be taken away. he recalls the life being sucked from him by his revenant counterpart, being by thunder god raiden's side after his mortal death, clinging hopelessly onto a backwards moving kitana.

• and yet, when he'd watch you beam with pride after learning a new combo, or hold eye contact for just a moment longer than the other chosen ones, liu kang would force himself to break his usually solid eye contact. you just broke something in him - the side that he thought died when he lost everything he knew.

• even after fighting the urge to confess any sort of attraction, liu kang feels viscerally angry seeing anyone else show interest in you. his fists clench and his tattoos flicker a frustratingly blinding shade as he silently cooks himself in the distance. he partially hates himself for being so jealous, and partially because he know he could just stop being jealous by having you all to himself, something he couldn't bring himself to do.

• so much gentle encouragement gives him the strength to say you're his, and it rolls off of his tongue far too easily. why hadn't he tried it sooner? you were so perfect, and he felt like he couldn't pat himself on the back for it. he created you, but never expected your true colors to shine so vividly.

• most nights are spent comforting your new godly boyfriend. your hands tangle themselves in his hair as you massage his scalp thoroughly. he's very still as he absorbs every touch you give him. he may not need to sleep, but he'd lay there for hours if it meant he was your pillow.

• just as you savor calling him your lord, he savors calling you his. "my love, my dear, my beloved, my flower," any romantic nickname is game if it opens with a "my." once he starts getting comfortable enough to use them, it's never ending.

• sex with him is always tender and passionate, where he is entirely focused on your pleasure rather than his own. he has no need for such release anymore, but he can't deny your warmth encapsulating him as a sign of your devotion to him. you also make a great stress relief toy!

• liu kang remains professional in front of the others, but his glowing eyes are so strikingly obvious, especially when they're transfixed on you. when he is speaking of behalf of earthrealm to the outworld royalty, his hand falls on the small of your back as he speaks, as if to say "i am a god, but she is my equal."

• demands respect for you. isn't usually the type to cause a scene but will actively call anyone out that disrespects your feelings. will call you his lady in public, just as he is your lord. in his effortlessly neutral tone, he'll squeeze his fingers into your side as he suppresses his godly anger.

• you don't carry the burden of the knowledge he possesses with every waking moment, he can't even begin to explain it to you. he withholds plenty of information, calling it a "spoiler" or "surprise." the timeline is his to know, and yours to find out. he doesn't want to give you the same burden of truth.

• the only truth liu kang wants you to hold onto is that he chose you in this timeline. did he choose you in others? no, but what matters is that he sees you this time around.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #liu kang x reader #liu kang #marley writes ☆

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leclsrc · 1 year

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masterlist

writing for charles, carlos, max, & mick (subject to change)

minors dni. everything can be found here ↓

✳︎ fics, long

charles leclerc...

blurred lines (18+)

Things with Charles finally come to a head. In a cramped room. In the Red Bull garage. Of all places, really.

see it through

You go from social media manager to girlfriend in under a day. Keeping up appearances for Charles’ family isn’t easy, until it is – and until they’re not really appearances anymore.

sweet pea

You finally reap what you sow after fooling around with your best friend. The reaping in question is a kid.

stay, at least for breakfast

You love once and miss always.

you know it (18+)

Charles is a bit disappointed the pretty girl he harbors a crush on doesn’t have him listed as a Formula 1 crush. He is a lot disappointed that you two can’t fuck.

wait and see

The grid recounts the evolution, nature, and many ups and downs of your and Charles' vague relationship.

low down (18+)

A lot can happen under an hour. You and Charles, self-proclaimed pros at sneaking around, can attest to this.

it's never over (18+)

You must have lost the plot along the way, because pretending to date your childhood best friend was not on your 2023 bingo card. (Neither was the fact that things are looking a lot more real as time passes.)

team effort ft. carlos sainz (18+)

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing.

like you should

If you don’t learn from history, it’ll stick around and find a way to repeat itself – even if the history is with your boyfriend’s rival, and its repetition happens behind his back.

max verstappen...

low life (18+)

You really don’t like Max Verstappen. What you’re doing in his hotel room is a separate issue.

↳ part 2, reciprocate (18+)

You have trouble maintaining your vow of Max celibacy when you’re on vacation together.

mick schumacher...

mr. nice guy (18+)

Mick Schumacher is the paddock’s golden boy. He likes upholding this reputation, but there’s something nagging at him lately that makes it... difficult.

carlos sainz...

a certain romance

A love affair is never an easy thing to keep under wraps. Or, the four times your two brothers almost catch you and Carlos together, and the one time they finally do.

has yet to pass

Four years after an angry breakup, the universe is bored enough to nominate Carlos Sainz for GQ Sports’ Man of the Year and assign you to be the writer of his profile.

team effort ft. charles leclerc (18+)

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now you’re in-between your boyfriend and his teammate again. So really, maybe, this could become a regular thing.

do you want it? (18+)

Whatever preconceived notions you have about your summer at the beach house are all toppled over when your parents announce the arrival of a guest, who happens to be your dad's friend. title from this

✳︎ drabbles

charles leclerc...

forever ago

↳ part 2, fin de siècle

motorsport ft. carlos sainz (18+)

everyone adores you

all my trying

the moment divine

words unspoken

things lovers do

something

overly sincere

the final frame

keep a place for me

honeymooning

proving my devotion

main dans la main

misspelled (dad charles)

presents

felt the rush (18+, sainz reader)

my own doing (18+)

olive you

divine sense

first words (dad charles)

take a chance on me

say it all

test run

guessing game

intertwined

name calling (wolff reader)

what you know

max verstappen...

self professed

carlos sainz...

silver lining

motorsport ft. charles leclerc (18+)

kissy spells

saving grace

need some patience (18+)

what i feel for you

brought me here

↳ part 2, kind of love

i knew you

guessing game

in my dream

mick schumacher...

you’ve been waiting (18+)

hold my hand

✳︎ instagram aus

charles leclerc...

is that you?

at sea

say cheese

good luck

ahead

#ItGirl

cutie

archived

↳ part 2, what once was

↳ part 3, mardy bum

spill the tea

deleted

maneater

kazoo'd

carlos sainz...

national holiday

tiktoked

↳ part 2, sneaky

↳ part 3, upgrades

max verstappen...

no clue

mick schumacher...

secret

✳︎ etc

auds’ recs tag

auds ask game

celebrating 1k, 2k, and 3k :)

#navi #mlist

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Nymph Idol

Yan Church + "Incubus" Priest/Cult Reader [18+ Mdni]

Tw/Tags Religious Themes/Slight Trauma, implied underage drinking and dubious activities as a result (All parties are 18/19), Reader is G.N but mentioned to have a penis in some parts and is called "Mister" once. Reader (obviously) has no set features, but they do have a birthmark.

Faith had always been a unwavering staple in your life.

Raised by the people of your procreators' church; you were versed in literature beyond levels for those your age so you had voice to praise your Lord. Head of the youth choir, and the one chosen to begin prayer at dinner as you got older. Early on, the seeds of your influence on others sprouted during the primary years of your innocence. Walking into class that chilly winter morn, a classmate greeted you at the door, declaring their love to you with a letter in hand. They wanted to be the first, as your heart may have been lost somewhere in the clutter on your desk. Valentine's day - the day when those playground crushes could be seen as more and those holding passing stares could finally look you in the eye. A moment before, you never realized you had so many admirers. What could it have been that made so many look your way? You'd never know, not in this school - as once your parents found the notes in your bag you were shipped straight off to a school of the faith. And thus the cycle repeated.

For you, life was pretty much the same after the change. Go to school, study, help out the surrounding community as best you could. Outside of the little bubble you made for yourself, yet another flock of worshippers came to plate. They saw you as the silent, dedicated and hard working type - enamored by every word that came from your mouth. Even rejection fueled their desire as you let each person down with respectful and caring approach. They invited you to parties and hangouts, and while you never touched a drop of whatever they gave you - you agreed every time. Out in the real world, you came to the conclusion you were still that same sheltered child from years back. You'd neither kissed nor felt first love like those around you and in films you saw. You longed for the freedom of you, but the life of a priest was chosen for you before you were even born, and you had taken the vow of celibacy to heart.

You achieved your first taste of freedom at the end of highschool. To celebrate the graduating class, a nature retreat was scheduled. Seated between two of the most determined of your suitors - you could already tell this trip would change you for better or worse. Had the seats not been assigned, it would have been another hour before the bus took off with everyone dragging you around. These two were sure to win you in the end with their records and authority over their peers. One had been arrested and agreed to go to your school if the charges were dropped, the other forced with no benefit on their part - until they met you. Together, the pair grew close over their shared hatred of their environment, and become inseparable from their shared intrigued in you. When no one would look their way, you meet them with a smile whenever your paths crossed. So cute - just like an angel. The entire ride there, neither party removed their hand from your thigh.

"Wow, Y/n - your legs are really nice... You brought shorts with you right?"

"If you didn't, we have something you can put on."

The heat was instantaneous. Alone on a hot bus, your head swam from their gentle touches and praise. Noting the way you squirmed in your seat and squeezed the hem of your shirt over the source of your discomfort, they couldn't ignore you any longer. They were ready to suck you off right then and there under the cover of a blanket and let the whole class hear you sing. Alas, their fun was temporarily delayed by the arrival at your destination. You were the first off the bus with an express trip to the bathroom. Getting away from those two wasn't going to be as easy as you thought as they were your bunkmates.

Your only bunkmates.

Things started off harmlessly enough. Down at the lake, one would splash water at your shirt while the other whined that their bottoms were too lose. They'd complain about you wearing a shirt in the water, but you excused yourself due to the strange birthmark on your chest. They asked you to pick their outfits for the day, and snuck in your bed at night for nothing more than your warmth. As your days decreased, so went their subtlety. They'd stand in front of you in lines with the sole purpose of rubbing their ass against your crotch; their partner getting their share when you finally sat down and they sat in your lap. They'd walk around the cabin in nothing else but their underwear saying something about losing the towel tucked under your bed. When sleeping with you, one moaned so sweetly in your ear as their legs tangled with yours. Of all the nights they haunted your dreams, that was the first you woke with stained shorts.

Overtime you suspected they were finally giving up. They wore modest clothing, and you hardly ever saw them outside of activities or meals. You became alone due to them always sneaking out and in that solitude you committed acts of self pleasure you'd never done before. Your untaught hands felt like they'd been graced by touch of an angel as you chased your long awaited high - shooting ropes into the dainty fabric left under your pillow. The shame you beared for using their underwear mixed so perfectly into the pleasure that your vision went white as you came a second time. It wasn't long till the thing was soaked with so much of your release there wasn't any where for it to go, but your damp things. They left them there for that purpose, so it was okay - right? You'd rinse them and hand them to dry before anyone came back. It was one mistake that you could easily come back from.

"Well, well, well-"

Shit.

"The wait was longer than I'd like, but the results definitely make up for it. Come outside, "Mister Priest". We've been listening to you since you started and you're even cuter than I imagined. We'll treat you right."

You wanted to come up with an excuse or to at least be given the opportunity to clean up, but your mind was anywhere but your head at this point. They helped you fresh up partly by tongue-cleaning your navel and thighs with their tongue before leading you outside into the thick forest where their companion was waiting by the fire they'd built. They had two water bottles in their hands. One clear, and the other filled halfway with a dark liquid. The pair had stopped drinking for a while so your first kiss didn't taste like whiskey, but after both had explored the reigns of your mouth with their tongue it was back to gunning the alcohol. You drank a little too, or rather it was siphoned down your throat as they took turns spitting it in your mouth between kisses.

The rest of the night was a blur after that. You were talking about... something, but soon enough your cock was stuffed down one of their throats and all conversation was lost - your lifelong vows tarnished in one, sin-filled eve. Come morning, you woke with their numbers in your phone and their nude bodies against yours. Your head was killing you. Some water, and some gentle reassurance by your new lovers soothe the ache, and woke you to the world you now lived in. Drinking, having sex- What would they think? The people back home.... None of the people in your church did anything like this in their youth - as far as they'd tell. What were you supposed to do now?

"Baby...Relax. There's no harm in a little indulgence every now and then. You're still that same angel in our eyes. Horns just fit you a little better."

They.. They were right. You did have horns - presented in the lustful urges shunned and magnified by your upbringing. It wasn't you - it was a demon. That mark proved it. An insatiable beast. Your body was sensitive from the night prior yet you wanted more. To taste the flesh of anyone willing to give it to you. Slipping back into the covers - those believes were etched into your heart as you guided their heads down to the heat of your lust, mouths ready to please their new lord.

Life moved on after that. The goodbyes you shared with your lovers were more tearful than the nights you choked them half to unconscious only to lick their tears as they'd instructed. You saw each other on occasion, but moving to different parts of the country with no way to make visits permanent at the time shorted your hours together. When college began, they assured you their hearts would belong to you, and if you decided to seek out others they'd be fine with it. Their permission was not needed, but a nice gesture as you had already been scouting out your new playmate. The believes of the supernatural were strong in the new community, but faith prevailed. Show them a little proof and they'll take it that extra mile. Luckily for you, you had been born with all the evidence you needed.

"I try not to show this to everyone, but I know I can trust you now. I know you probably won't believe me, but it's the only excuse I have."

Taking off your shirt, their eyes always shoot to that birthmark on your chest, nestled on the skin of the cage shielding your heart. Some have described it as charred wings, others a crown of thorns. When you were in that stage of curiosity about the world around you, you always wondered what a hypothetical partner would think of it. Your first thoughts were fear or disgust, but the only thing you've ever seen on their faces is pure awe and need.

"I...was cursed by a demon at birth. My faith will always remain in the hands of God, but the effects of the devil's influence are relentless. I'm not strong enough to take care of it on my own... Will you help me?"

"..y-yes!"

With your charms, more eyes were drawn your way. Your lies kept your image clean. Day by day, it became easier for you to sneak your way in the beds and hearts of your peers. While your end goals were far from the realm of innocence, you still cared for this people and their well-being. It's what kept them crawling back -- following you after you graduated.

In priesthood, dozens came from all counters and backgrounds to see you in your prime. Many were old faces - awaiting the day you'd open your arms to them once more. If we're being honest here you've probably seen some of them during the weeks before. You never lied about your involvement with others, and if someone were to grow more jealous than you'd like them to be... they were taking care of before you had the chance to block them and move on. You still blocked them anyway, and messages from unfamiliar numbers claiming to be their families were deleted before you even knew about them.

In the eyes of your flock, you could do no wrong. An innocent member of the church, and a solider of their lord in need of their aid. Most have already abandoned their loyalty to that figure - use its name to raise your own. They whisper to those in the surrounding area about an idol that can teach them the true freedoms of life and erase loneliness from their hearts for the rest of their days. You're sure to give those brave and willing enough a private sermon they're sure to never forget. You finish every public prayer with a straight face and smile as you're serviced by your most loyal followers beneath the podium and your robes. A quick look underneath and you'll find whoever brought you to climax sharing the fruits of their labor with their neighbor through a sloppy kiss, savouring all you have to give. It took quite a while for you to detach your facial expression and sounds from such pleasure, but you've had years of practice by now. Your faithful pets and servants attempt to break that wall with every stroke and curve of their tongues fingers, or bodies - and you're more than welcome to let them try.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere smut #yandere harem

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Osferth NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Really good with the aftercare. Loves to cuddle and checks in to make sure his partner is okay. Will likely make them pray to assuage the religious guilt though.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He likes his hands - the duality of wielding a sword and praying is something Osferth enjoys, and having the privilege to explore his partner's body with them.

He likes his partner's eyes and hair. He loves staring into their eyes when he's buried inside of them and nuzzling into their hair and breathing in their scent when he's holding them close.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Will pull out and cum directly onto his partner's pussy rather than inside of it. Not the ideal way to prevent pregnancy, but this monk has long since broken his vow of celibacy.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

The fact that Osferth has sex at all is a dirty secret. He's not supposed to. But he actively seeks it out and enjoys it.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Yes, this man is as devoted to the skilled art of fucking as he is swordsmanship.

F= Favorite position

Any position where he can have his partner in his lap and stare up at them - loves the opportunity to watch them fall apart, but also be completely wrapped up in them.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Osferth will be a little shy and let slip the occasional nervous giggle, as he knows he's not really supposed to be doing this.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Not very hairy, so no grooming necessary.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Prefers slow and romantic, but if he's pent up after a battle or pressed for time he will be very rough.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Never. It's a sin. If he's going to spill his seed he'd prefer to do it while being intimate and make the sin worth it.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Actually gets off on the religious guilt a little bit. Will put his cross around his partner's neck while they're riding him and be mesmerised by the way it looks moving between their tits.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Everywhere. His tent, his partner's tent, a dirty straw laden barn floor, a lumpy inn mattress. Osferth spends much of his time travelling, so beggars can't be choosers.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Eye contact. Long, pretty hair. Lingering touches. Whispering in his ear.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Being publicly vulgar/crass, making it public knowledge that he's done the deed.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Is quite shy about this, not opposed to it, but it will take some persuasion to get him to engage in either.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Will take his time if he's bedded down for the evening. If there's a chance of getting caught then he's jackhammering.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Prefers soft and slow, but life on the road often means his only option is a fast and hard quickie.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

No, Osferth likes what he likes - he's sinned enough, his partner shouldn't push their luck.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Osferth has very good stamina. He can last a while and can go at least twice before he runs out of steam.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Absolutely not.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He's not one to tease and gets extremely flustered if it's done to him.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Is very quiet - expect the occasional gasp and barely audible panting.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Has fantasised about taking his partner while they read scripture and seeing how much they can get through without faltering.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A really pretty cock - those baggy trousers are concealing a decent 7.5 inches - it's worth getting on your knees and praying to.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

High, but he's shy about it.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Won't fall asleep for a while - likes to have time to decompress and process what's just happened.

#osferth #the last kingdom #my headcanons #osferth smut #ewan mitchell

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marimayscarlett · 16 days

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Priest RZK? Priest RZK. That's some gourmet shit right there. Discuss.

Hi 👀

Ah yes. The age old brainrot of Priest RZK which is still going strong, caused by the infamous music video which also brought us, apart from a very fabulous Richard, a suave Monk-Olli and yet another Schneider with a puppy-moment, which still causes people to lose it every other day:

Now, to examine this fascination with Priest RZK properly, it's somewhat important to look at some general and at some more specific points regarding the attraction to priests and men of the church:

First and foremost, they're meant to be celibate (at least in the catholic church, which is my point of view here). They're actually unattainable and off limits as a romantic and/or sexual partner since they vowed loyalty and love to the church and are definitely not meant to stray from this path in any way. Which kind of, if we use theological terms here, makes them some kind of 'forbidden fruit' so to speak.

-> If a priest, who vowed to be celibate, desires someone, it can become a test of his vocation, which can have life-altering consequences, emotional turmoil, unrequired longing and love and maybe ultimately even a secret affair - a whole lot of potential drama, which can be quite a thrill for some people.

They are (or should be in the best case) there for people in need. Listening to concerns, giving out advice, keeping secrets to themselves and overall representing some form of (fatherly) confidant and advisor, most of the time in one-on-one conversations - roles which can become quite loaded with emotion and emotional intimacy, so to speak.

-> Priests can be (for some religious women, like here) an embodiment for care and security, like a safe dream vision to project inner longings on without running the risk of being disappointed (since acting on these feelings is out of question).

In the linked articled above, a survey among catholic women gathered the following typical traits for a priest in women's eyes: 'different to other men’, he ‘pays attention to me’, ‘listens to me’, is ‘sensitive’ and ‘intelligent’; thus oftentimes traits these women miss in their own lives/relationships. Attraction to priests can point in the direction of "a search for both alternative models of masculinity and alternative experiences of male authority" (especially for women who suffered under these social structures, but not only) - a man which moves outside of the common norms and male behaviour patterns.

Regarding Richard, I can imagine that the following thoughts might come into play when it comes to the insane attraction of the concept of him as a priest:

Richard in priest robes looks so good, so modest and serious, and so wrong. Since we kind of know he's not the most steady person regarding relationships and definitely does not live anywhere near the realms of celibacy, this contrast between his way of life and that of a priest can be quite alluring and in my mind creates the picture of a somehow corrupt and opportunistic priest, which absolutely does not help. (Not thinking about him piously celebrating mass and then making you drop to your knees in the confessional 5 minutes later, nope)

Richard is a great listener and very interesting and interested conversation partner, so he would make a great priest regarding giving out advice and listening to problems and sorrows. To confide in him in a private setting, only for the situation to turn out like this is a brainrot which accompanies me for quite some time now 👍🏼

The terminology of adressing him. Quoting 'Fleabag' here:

This (or to be the reason the poor priest has to turn to drastic measures to keep his desires in check, what a dream):

Conclusion: Every day, we stray further away from God on here and do so in lightning speed 👌🏼

#rammstein #richard kruspe #ask #this ask was a wild ride i am so sorry #what a day to be a catholic #i probably shouldn't say out loud that I studied religious pedagogy at university

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flawless-v1ctory · 5 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖MK character’s love tropes.𖥔 ݁ ˖

warning: just cute ig

AN: I was watching scott pilgrim and I kinda forgot about this hehe

Hidden Identity Being zatteran, syzoth and your first meeting happened when he was in his true form and later in his human form, but due his peoples messy past he was hesitant to tell you about his true self at first but when he finally did you were definitely surprised when you got to know that he was the same reptile that you had initially met, at first he thought that you would leave him or have a much worse reaction to finding out about him being a zatteran but to his surprise you still loved him whether he was a human or a reptile, it was what was inside that mattered

Enemies to lovers Bi Han always tried to one up you at everything both of you did which led to him sometimes even bullying you which led him to be considered as your rival, but when you got to know his true feelings for you (Kuai Liang and/or Tomas definitely told you) you understood that the only reason he bullied you was to hide his feelings from you and when you told him about this and how you felt the same way about him, his face definitely turned red with all fluster and embarrassment with him even mumbling under his breathe to kill his brothers, which you found very cute

Soulmates From the first time the both of you laid eyes on each other, both of you fell in love with each other instantly, and when you both got to know each other better, both of you knew you very perfect for each other, even though as one of the Lin Kuei’s best assassins Kuai Liang had a lot of work to do, he always made time to be with you and with whatever challenges came forth, he vowed to never leave your side, and after how heartbroken he was left with his brother’s betrayal, you were the only person who he could find comfort in

Forbidden love Being Umgadi meant that Tanya had vowed to celibacy (I did my research🤓) as her only duty was to protect the royal family, but that changed when she met you, it was the first time she had ever fallen in love, you too had fallen in love with Tanya and even if you tried to deny your feelings for her knowing about her duties you couldn’t really do that for long, after the whole of Sun Do was asleep, you and Tanya always made sure to meet up secretly and talk and just have a romantic moment before both of you had to go back to acting like you barely knew each other

#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #syzoth #syzoth my lil reptile bb #bi han #kuai liang #tanya #love tropes #🫧🫧#Spotify

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xxrainbowvibezxx · 4 months

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NSFW ABC for Taleena

18+ minors dni

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

They'll clean each other up/ shower together. Afterward, they get in bed together and cuddle. Either in a spooning position, Mileena being small spoon and Tanya being big spoon, or the pretzel position. They just want to be as close as possible. They'll talk about whatever, maybe give each other a little massage.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Mileena: Mileena loves Tanya's legs (and hands), especially her thighs. Tanya has strong, kinda thick thighs (slim thick). Mileena loves how smooth and strong they are. When they're getting freaky, she loves kissing them and leaving hickeys on her thighs as a means of teasing. Leaving them where only she knows and only she can see. She also loves sitting on her lap and grinding on her thigh. Mileena's favorite body part on herself is her body in general. She knows she has a beautiful body.

Tanya: Maybe a little obvious, Tanya loves Mileena's boobs. She loves laying her head on them, kissing them, grabbing them, etc. Occasionally, she sneaks a peak. Tanya will run her hands down Mileena's chest and cup her breasts when they kiss. She will leave a few hickeys but she's careful about where she puts them since Mileena always has her cleavage out. Tanya's favorite body part on herself is her legs. Her thighs are kinda thick, and her legs are long and toned. Evidence of her years of hard work and training. She proud of them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mileena loves eating Tanya out, and she draws it out if they have time. Teasing her release until finally giving it to her.

Tanya likes eating out Mileena, too, but she's more into fingering her. Tanya will draw out Mileena's orgasm sometimes, but usually gives in. Feeling Mileena clench around fingers before cumming and then licking her fingers while looking at her. That's enough to make Mileena want to cum again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Mileena likes when Tanya is in control. She knows she's in good hands and trusts her. She loves praise and hearing it from her dearest. She doesn't mind Tanya using her spirit hands on her.

With Tanya's vows of celibacy, she wasn't experienced in sex but knew what it was. Mileena has a bit of experience, enough to know what she's doing.

Any position where they can look at each other. Both love seeing the other's facial expressions change while they have sex. Mileena likes being on top and grinding against Tanya with her hands resting on Tanya's abdomen, chest, or side of her head and looking down at her. Tanya likes fingering Mileena from behind. Whether they're standing or sitting. She also loves having Mileena sit on her face. Wrapping her arms around Mileena's thighs and feeling them squeeze around her head.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it depends. Due to Tanya's celibacy, sex is serious to her (and Mileena respects that).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Mileena has a neat patch. Tanya keeps herself trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance is very important. I think they thrive on emotional intimacy. Intimacy is serious and is also full of love. The first time they were intimate, it was vanilla. They're both loving and romantic. Mileena often falls asleep, cuddling Tanya. She feels safe and thinks of Tanya as her safety net. Tanya enjoys the closeness, wrapping her arms around Mileena.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

(Masturbation is probably a sin to the umgadi.) Being an umgadi leader also leaves little time. Not really one to masturbate. Mileena will if they haven't seen each other or had time together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

100% can say for sure that neither of them are into hard-core bondage like humiliation/ degradation, choking, etc.

I headcanon that Mileena's a power bottom/ switch and Tanya's a switch/ service top. 100%, for sure, Mileena has a praise kink. She loves knowing that she's doing good or that she's a good girl. Both of them enjoy dirty talk, teasing, cunnilingus. Mileena gets surprised by Tanya's dirty talk sometimes because of her being umgadi (the chastity and piety vows). Mileena loves marking (hickeys) Tanya in places only she can see and will leave scratch marks on her back and thighs (not too hard). Tanya likes using her magic hands to hold Mileena down. Tanya also likes face sitting. She loves it when Mileena sits on her face. I don't know why, but I think they'd be into role play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mileena's bedroom or Tanya's bedroom.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Mileena is a huge tease. She'll tease Tanya and act like she didn't do anything. Both love seeing each other in action, whether they're fighting or training.

Degradation and physical/ mental pain. They don't mind hickeys, hair pulling, or occasional scratches, but slapping and choking is a HUGE NO.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both love giving and receiving. Tanya isn't experienced when giving, but she learns quickly. Mileena talks to Tanya through it. She tells her how she likes it. Tanya eventually figures out what makes Mileena happy.

Depends. They usually like a slow and sensual pace. Savoring the moment because they never know when they'll have the chance to do it again.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They aren't opposed to quickies. Sometimes, they only have time for quickies. It depends on where they are when they feel horny.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Their whole relationship is a risk, so I'd say they take risks. Behind closed doors, they talked about things they wanted to try in the bedroom and slowly incorporate them during sex. Nothing hard-core, though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Both have impressive stamina. They'll keep going until one of them gets tired. Some days, they go one round, and some days, they go 3 or 4. It mainly depends on time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Outworld has to have some types of sex toys. They slowly introduce toys into the bedroom. They wouldn't use them often, just once in a while.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mileena is more of a tease than Tanya. She'll tease Tanya in public with subtle gestures or change the tone of her voice when speaking to her. Discretly teasing in public, with no one around. If people are around, she'll give Tanya a look.

Tanya is a woman of action. When she teases, she backs it up with action.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mileena is her mother's daughter. Tanya has to cover her mouth from time to time. Even though she loves the sounds Mileena makes, they both know they can't risk being heard. Tanya is quieter, mostly groans and gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first few times they had sex it was very vanilla. It was very awkward, but they'd laugh it off. They had already been together for a few thousand years, so they had built an emotional connection. Over time, they become more used to each other's bodies. Figuring out what they like and dislike.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mileena has fancy/ expensive lace bra and underwear sets. Mostly pink and purple. Mileena has a broad, curvy, and muscular body, probably a few scars around her body. She's also tall, I think around 5'8" (172 cm).

Tanya has basic bra and underwear sets. Yellow, white, black, and gray. Tanya has an athletic, curvy, and toned body. Long, strong legs, and flexible. Taller than Mileena, I think around 5'11" (180cm).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Tanya doesn't have that high of a sex drive. She's used to not having sex. Whenever the time is right and their both in the mood, they'll have sex. Mileena's sex drive is higher than Tanya's. Mileena has self-control, but if she's in the mood, she'll masturbate. Both are usually too busy for sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

They like cleaning up after sex. Once they're done showering, they lie in bed, cuddling and talking. Mileena sometimes suffers from nightmares, but having Tanya next to her and holding her helps put her mind at ease. She loves feeling Tanya's hands on her back or running her fingers through her hair.

#mileena #tanya #taleena #mileena x tanya #tanya mk1 #mileena mk1 #lgbtq #wlw #mk1

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thechapelofio · 5 months

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A concept

You're a priest called to my home to exorcise me. I'm tied to a chair as you recite the rites of exorcism. I interrupt with the typical demon stuff; at first, pretending not to be possessed, crying please just let me go, I don't understand what's going on here! But you don't fall for it. You brandish your crucifix towards me, flicking me with holy water and it burns.

You command me to your attention in Latin and you have all of it, all of my attention.

I change tactics. I giggle and throw my head back. 'I know you want me,' I say, 'I know you want this body. It's plain to read on you. Vows of celibacy will do that to you. You can swathe yourself in vestments all you like, but the cloth of God cannot disguise the body of man, the body of sin...'

A particularly pointed invocation causes me pain but after wincing and hissing it fades into a moan.

'You can hurt me all you like, Father, it feels all the better.'

I start to rock my body on the chair, trying to grind down on the flat seat, a futile almost humiliating endeavor. It hurts you to see it.

'I know you want me, but you must know that I want you too, that this vessel wants you. It is overflowing with desire unrealized.'

More rocking, the chair starting to rock with me, my breath coming in hot and fast and sharp. You stutter over your words, unable to focus on them. You fumble with your sprinkler, holy water splashing us both and causing me to cry out in pain and pleasure.

When the chair tips dangerously backwards, just as it's about to fall beyond where it cannot be righted again, you reach out to stop it, to save me...

And then I have you

The smell of sweat is heady in the air, our breath is hot on each other's faces. The slip in your faith, the chink in your armor is all I need for the bindings holding me to the chair to come undone.

I pounce

I pin you to the floor beneath me and there is a moment of pause where you are unsure what my next move is going to be- clearly I am stronger than I look, I could easily choose to dig my nails into your throat and rip it out

But instead my hands go to your vestments. They slip beneath the outer layers to the belt underneath, undoing it with purpose. You want to look away, but my gaze holds you fast. I can feel the evidence of your sin underneath the cloth. I stroke it with my hands and let my body roll upon yours like Mary taken with the Holy Spirit, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I catch a glimpse of you biting your hand to muffle your sounds and I grin wickedly. There will be none of that. I want to hear of your ecstasy as much as I want to partake of your body. I take your hand in mine and pull it from your mouth, the bite marks evident upon your flesh. I lavish those marks with some of my own, my own teeth and tongue, before pulling your hand down my body to my chest and placing it upon my breast. I can feel your hesitance in the way your hand trembles, but I can feel your desire jumping between my legs.

I press my body down upon yours to feel your need more firmly, my other hand sneaking back underneath the layers so I can feel it directly. It's hot and heavy with blood and I can feel your heart beat when I squeeze it just a little too tight.

I peel back your layers, laying you bare before me. This time you try to look away and I pull your gaze back with a firm grip on the chin. I reveal myself to you and align our organs, but do not let them touch. I place your hands on my hips and I wait.

The room is still and heavy with the desire, with the weight of the choice you have to make.

I delicately touch your face, running one finger beneath your chin and when you look up from your predicament into my eyes you see not me, but the innocence, the vessel, and your resolve is shattered.

You plunge into me and it is then that I have you fully under my control, when you are fully enveloped inside of me, swallowed by me. Your hips stutter and shake as you try to control your body, as you try to control mine. Your fingernails dig futiley into my hips. My pelvis glides smoothly as you slip further and further from the light of God and into my shadow.

"You are mine, priest"

#hierophilia #corruption kink #possession #this is not faith fanfiction it is merely inspired by my faith hyperfixation #first person pov

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genderenvykeefe · 7 months

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Thinking about the scene with Keefe and Kelvin at the gym with the chair, and Kelvin saying “I barely know her” so emphatically when Keefe asks if they’ve done anything physical like makes me want to scream. Because he sounds so insulted that Keefe would even think that. Like usually in media with scenes when one partner is jealous and asks about a potential new love interest, the other person says something along the lines of “its none of your business” which leaves the other person and the audience in this space of like not outright denial so we really don’t ~know~ if something has happened. It adds tension and feeds into the jealousy.

And part of me thought Kelvin would go that route, that he’s kind of petty enough to do that, to feed Keefe’s jealousy for his own self-satisfaction and righteous. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t say no, but he says I don’t know her like that. And like he’s insulted that Keefe would even ask him that I think, because of all people Keefe would know how important his vow of celibacy is to him.

But I also think they might be having two different conversations here, because “physical connections” has a very deliberate sexual connotation, but Keefe and Kelvin have so many moments of “physical connection” with each other while full of sexual tension, don’t actually lead to anything sexual and up until this point I think both of them were afraid that these moments didn’t mean the same thing to the other.

To Keefe, I think he’s asking has Taryn replaced me in every aspect, not just as the assistant youth pastor, but as someone who helps you dress in the morning, who workouts with you, who gives you massages, etc etc.

And Kelvin, as someone who isn’t very sexual, isn’t intimate in the same ways a lot of people are, takes this as such an affront to who he is as a person. He was the one who told Keefe that he was easily replaceable and that no one misses him at all, but physical intimacy is where he draws the line at his lies and I think that’s so interesting to who he is as a person and how important his relationship to Keefe is to him. He doesn’t like just anyone to have “physical connections” with him, in the same way he has with Keefe. I think the phrase here “I barely know her” just carries so much weight.

Like he so easily lies to Keefe pertaining to things at the church and his role there, but the minute the questions veer into something more personal to him, he can’t keep that up and he gets insulted that Keefe would even suggest that.

#Anyway these two make me bonkers #absolutely insane #keefe chambers #kelvin gemstone #keefe x kelvin #kelvin x keefe #the righteous gemstones #long post #Me shit #keefe #kelvin #best dude friend

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💚 HoS Members’ Recs: Self Rec ❤️

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*Sorry for the repost! In the process of fixing a mistake, I accidentally deleted the original post. This mod and Tumblr are not on good terms right now. lol BUT! We added one more fic and it's a doozy! Check it out! And hopefully there are no more mistakes. *crossing fingers

- Scarlet It's NaNoWriMo! While we are busy creating new fics and art and rec lists and everything under the sun for our fav ship, what about some self-recs? Here are some of our fav Snarry works made by us! As we look forward to accomplishing our goals, we got to give appreciation to the works we've done in the past. <3

Art

🎨 Little Christmas story - @flymetosnarryland (AO3) with a snippet on Tumblr

🎨 Severus in red + Under the Influence Harry - @ofnightsndsongs (AO3)

Choose Your Own Adventure

🌸 What Comes Next (And How to Like It) - @likelightinglass (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 28.6k

A choose your own adventure fic! You are Severus Snape. You survived against all odds, and now it's time to take life into your own hands. What will you do with this gift of a second chance, and how will you find your happy ending? Your happy ending is pretty much always Harry Potter, but there's so many fun ways to get there.

Fanfic

📚 B.R.E.D - Elffaw Rated E, Word Count 5.3k

“You have been summoned here today,” he said, each word crisp and clear, “to partake in a physical examination required by the Ministry itself; in other words, you will be B.R.E.D.”

📚 Certain Dark Things - @liladiurne (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 50.3k

“You want me. I know you do.” I was too worn-out by then to even deny it. In the light of day, with only the summer wind and the cicadas to hear, it didn’t seem necessary to hide it. “It doesn’t matter, Harry. This can never happen.” He stared at me some more, and I did my best not to falter under those shimmering eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured me.“ I know you wouldn’t,” I added, insisting on the conditional. I didn’t like the way he’d spoken as if it had already happened. As if I had already lost. Perhaps I already had. In which Severus takes a trip to Italy, thinking he'll have a quiet time at the Malfoys' villa, but Harry has other plans. Written for prompt #182: AU. Harry never lived with the Dursleys. He was adopted by the reformed Malfoys as an infant. He is secretly in love with his adopted father's best friend, Severus Snape.

📚 Contempt - @danpuff-ao3 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 20k

Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

📚 Courting Day - wendymarlowe Rated M, Word Count 42.8k

It's Courting Day: seventh- and eighth-year students get the chance to declare their intentions to formally woo each other. The only way for Harry to avoid being a matrimonial target is to put in a declaration of his own. Surely if he picks someone who would never in a million years accept his suit, he'll escape unscathed...

📚 dream a little dream of me - @dandelionstars (AO3) with art by @acydpop (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.6k

While Severus was not a strong enough Seer to receive complete soulmate dreams, unfortunately, he had just enough power to catch fleeting moments of his soulmate. These flashes of intense joy were more of a curse than a blessing. Despair was suffocating when his hopes were dashed again and again like carved crystal, inevitably shattered on the floor. A Snarry Soulmate AU

📚 For I Have Found Salvation - @lumosatnight (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7.1k

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

📚 Harry Potter’s Avada Kedavra Wedding - whythehellnothavefun Rated M, Word Count 11.4k

(From The Book of Terms And Their Definitions, page 101) Avada Kedavra Wedding: noun, informal, see also: Avada Kedavra Marriage An enforced or hurried wedding, due to one member being pregnant or under blackmail, potentially to gain access to another’s vault(s) and/or properties. (See also: Muggle Oxford English Dictionary, shotgun wedding/shotgun marriage)

📚 Invisible String - @givereadersahug (AO3) Rated G, Word Count 3.7k

The first time Harry saw Snape's black eyes — him truly acknowledging Snape's existence beyond him being his mean professor — it was the night after Harry killed Professor Quirrell. He was dreaming, and in his dreams, he was screaming. Harry dreams of Severus over the years.

📚 On the Origins of Dementors - DarkTony Rated G, Word Count 2.6k

Amidst the pages of tomes that now remain unread,there a story, a fable, a legend goes of a man made of misery…

📚 Sir Saisir - @coconutice22 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 27k

Some things that glitter are gold. Twenty years after defeating Lord Voldemort, Severus has a meet-cute at a, ahem, private members' club.

📚 The Beat of Their Own Drum - @aeternumregina (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 2.4k

Harry sees Snape dancing at a bar, and is instantly enthralled by this new, carefree person who barely seems to resemble his old teacher.

📚 The Way Death Clutches At Life - @tax-onomic (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7k

Death is permanent, unless it is not.

📚 This is not my beautiful wife - Klari Rated M, Word Count 35.9k

What happened after Harry smashed up Dumbledore’s office? With Sirius dead and his plans to run away from the Wizarding World on hold, Harry is on the edge— literally, and Severus manages to learn rather a lot about him at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

📚 Wish not for a soul that is full of sin - @serenaew (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.7k

After all, a flighty soul could not return to the water, or to the earth, as they maintained all life eventually should. (What one did not have, they believed, could not be broken.) Prologue to the merman!Snape, amnesia AU no one asked for.

Discord || Recs Lists

#snarry #house of snarry rec lists

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ejzah · 3 months

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 28

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After a couple days of thought, Caleb decided he did want Monica to visit again, so Deeks called the number she’d left during that first night. He was honestly a little surprised when she answered. Or that she’d actually stayed in town at all.

Twenty minutes before Monica was supposed to arrive on Thursday night, Deeks pulled a chicken and roasted vegetables out of the oven for dinner. He’d debated including Monica in on the meal—it all seemed a little too domestic for his comfort—but decided any other option would be obviously rude and petty. He had resisted the urge to do any extra cleaning, even though cleaning was one of his natural stress responses.

The doorbell rang as he was flipping a separate pan of potatoes.Deeks waited a moment to see if Caleb would come running to answer it. Either he hadn’t heard it from his room, or was ignoring it.

Deeks wiped his hands on a spare towel, tugging at the hem of his shirt as he walked out of the kitchen. He had a feeling it was going to be a very long night.

He opened the door to a smirking Monica, her arms crossed over her chest.

“I almost thought you weren’t going to answer,” she said, ducking under his arm.

“Nice to see you too, Monica. Please, come in,” he said wryly, closing the door behind them. “Caleb’s still finishing his homework, but he should be done in a few minutes.”

“Homework?” She chuckled, and he didn’t need to look to know she’d rolled her eyes. “In our day they gave us a couple pictures to color and called it a day.”

“Yeah, times change. I’m finishing dinner, if you wanna follow me. Otherwise, you’re welcome to the TV in the den.” He gestured with his chin, and Monica tilted her head, scrutinizing him for a few seconds that felt unbearably long.

“Hm, I think I’ll take the first option,” she decided. “It’s been a long time since I’ve watched you cook.”

“I don’t seem to recall you being that impressed before,” Deeks commented without thinking.

“Ooh, somebody’s feeling spicy tonight,” Monica said teasingly. “You know what they say about absence.”

Deeks chose not to comment on that, silently walking into the kitchen, and occupying himself with checking the potatoes. They needed a couple more minutes. When he turned around, he found Monica watching him again.

“You want anything to drink?” He pulled a couple glasses from the cabinet next to the stove.

“It feels like a wine kind of night. Do you have anything red?”

“I might have a cabernet somewhere.” Shaking his head, he put one of the regular glasses back, pulling out a wineglass instead. A drink sounded pretty good right now, specifically a large shot of scotch. That seemed like a poor choice though, for a multitude of reasons, so he filled his glass with water, and started searching through the small collection of alcohol he had on hand.

He found a merlot from a couple years back, decided that would have to do, and uncorked it. Monica stayed silent through the whole process, making him feel uneasy.

“So, who’s Kensi?” Monica asked abruptly as he passed her a glass of wine. The question was so unexpected, he said nothing, and she apparently interpreted it as willfully ignoring her. “I heard Caleb say the name the other night when I came. Clearly he expected someone else. And, he accidentally mentioned her a couple other times.”

“Oh no, we’re not going there,” Deeks said firmly.

“That means she’s important. Did you finally break your vow of celibacy and start dating again?”

God, she was infuriating sometimes. He took a couple steps back, purposely distancing himself.

“Monica, I am not discussing my personal life with you.”

“I think it’s my right to know who’s coming into my son’s life,” she insisted with a careless shrug. She paused to take a long sip of her wine.

“No, it’s not,” Deeks said more quietly, but with no less conviction. “Maybe if you were here more than once every year. Or if you even kept in touch regularly. You haven’t though, so I get to make the decisions about who is in Caleb’s life.”

Monica gave him an incredulous look, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’m guessing I’m not one of those people, huh? I’m not this Kensi who makes both of you light up.”

“If you’re implying that I’ve said anything negative about you to Caleb, that is the farthest from the truth.” He lowered his voice on the off chance that Caleb chose this moment to walk in as seemed his way. “I’ve done my very best to never let my own feelings and opinions about you influence him. Seeing you tonight was completely his own decision.”

Her eyes widened as she tilted her head again, mouth slightly open. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“When have I ever lied to you, Monica?” he asked, and she seemed stunned by the simple question.

Beyond her shoulder he saw Caleb appear in the doorway, standing there hesitantly when he noticed Monica in the room too.

“Hey kiddo, you finish your homework?”

“Yeah. Is dinner ready?”

Setting her wine aside, Monica turned and offered Caleb a smile. “Hi Caleb. There’s my big boy,” she said, holding her arms open.

“Hi Mommy.” He smiled back shyly, accepting a hug a little stiffly.

“Did you miss me?” she asked.

“Kind of,” Caleb answered honestly.

Monica’s face feel briefly before she recovered herself. “Well, I missed you.” She poked Caleb in the stomach, eliciting a little giggle from him. “Let’s set the table while Daddy finished dinner.”

As they walked out of the room, she fixed Deeks with a determined look that he knew could only mean trouble. Slouching against the counter, he pressed his palms against his eye sockets. He hoped this hadn’t been a terrible mistake.

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A/N: Yes, Monica just brings all the drama. And yes, she’s the villain of this story.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #mentions of Kensi #Caleb Deeks #drama #villainous ex Monica #in Miss Blye’s Class #part 28 #au #ejzah fanfiction

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cowboyemeritus · 1 year

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Get On Your Knees (And Start Praying)

A little Easter treat. (18+)

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this is 95% a joke. i don't particularly want to fuck father defroque i promise.

Copia was right. This was a great idea.

You can’t tell if your head is spinning from the booze, the pills, or from the lack of oxygen. Either way, you’re feeling pleasantly out of your body as you bob up and down on his cock. The rough floor of the backseat, one of those stupid plastic mats, digs into your knees, but it hardly bothers you. Swallowing as much of him as you can, you give the other length in your hand a squeeze.

The priest, Father… Whatshisface, moans into Copia’s mouth. He had proved rather easy to seduce for a man of the cloth. That doesn’t surprise you, though; from previous experience, you know that vows of celibacy are frustratingly hard to keep. It’s almost like people are meant to have sex, you think, preening when Copia begins petting the top of your head.

“Lovely, isn’t she?” Copia asks. Your head is buried in his lap, but you had heard the wet pop! of the kiss breaking. The priest gasps, going taught as you swipe your thumb over his pretty pink head.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he whispers. That’s got to be the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. You have to pull off of Copia’s cock completely, laying your head on his thighs as you spasm with laughter. Barely coherent, you try to chastise him for taking his Lord’s name in vain. It comes out too garbled to be intelligible, however, and you can hear the Father mumble out in confusion. The bravado he’d shown earlier had faded the moment the three of you were alone, reducing him to a writhing, moaning mess.

“Dolce,” Copia says in a singsongy voice. It’s more of a warning; he’s clearly not happy about being left unattended. Feeling too much like jelly to sit back up, you instead start jerking him lazily with your other hand, trying to match the tempo you’re using on the priest. Copia sighs, and from your spot on his lap, you just barely catch him leaning forward to capture the other man’s mouth once again. He cups the clergyman’s face with a gloved hand, lightly scratching at his dark and every so slightly powder-covered beard. Feeling devious, you grip their shafts a little harder, picking up the pace as they both groan. Copia’s hand travels down the Father’s body, coming to rest on his pectoral.

All it takes is a small tweak of his nipple through the material of his shirt and he’s spilling himself all over your fist. The priest comes down shaking and moaning, grabbing your wrist before overstimulation can set in. For a man with his particular… proclivities, his stamina is still no match for Copia’s.

“Shit,” he pants, leaning back against the seat. He came too early and all three of you know it. The question is: how will your Papa punish him? “I don’t usually-“

“Relax, caro.” Copia looks down at you lovingly. “She can be a bit much sometimes, but she has needs too, no?” You can’t help but giggle, feeling warmth bloom in your core. Hips shifting, you accidentally grind against the hard leather of Copia’s shoe and moan. Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Come sit in Papa’s lap, bellissima.”

It’s a struggle. A tingly sensation has permeated your entire body, and you have to fight to simply raise your head. You practically throw yourself onto Copia, pressing your mouth to his with a desperate mewl. Suddenly, you’re being moved, coming to sit with your back against his chest. The skimpy little dress, the one he had picked out for you personally, has ridden up so that your bare, dripping core is exposed for the disheveled priest. With little fanfare other than a low groan, Copia pulls you down and buries his cock inside you. The father swallows heavily, in time with your airy whine. He already looks like he wants more. Copia grabs your thighs, spreading you wide open. The two men lock eyes and you smile, knowing what’s coming next.

“Now, Pater,” Copia says. His voice cuts like a blade. “Get on your knees.”

#my writing #the band ghost x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #father jim defroque #i need to be put down for this one #ficlets

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the order of saint jehanne ; a look into the past

motto: rage of the fury, temperance of the maiden

active: c. 1410-1558 (148 years)

the order of saint jehanne, sometimes known as the blue sorority, was an officially endorsed ishgardian military order comprised of female knights and were active participants in the dragonsong war. fighting alongside their brothers in arms roughly 150 years since they've been founded, the order set an example for coerthan women everywhere.

rich or poor, young or old, the order accepted any who would answer the call. the knights that joined the order, known by the commoners as 'swordsisters', served for life. taking a strict vow of celibacy and following the creed of the order's patron saint, the swordsisters dedicated their waking moments to honoring the fury, helping the destitute, and striking down the dravanian horde at any cost.

history:

'the blessed one, jehanne tarc' (c. 1340) painted by beittent de tofaux (1276-1356), oil on canvas

jehanne tarc (c. 1154-1173), once a poor farmgirl in the coerthan lowlands, lived a short but illustrious life that propelled her to sainthood two hundred years after her death. hers is a tale that's been spoken by bards and idolized by the smallfolk long after she returned to the earth: guided by visions from none other than the fury herself, jehanne led a campaign of victorious battles against the dravanian horde, only to fall in a fiery blaze by her archenemies.

purportedly the third daughter of eight children, jehanne lived a simple and uneventful life. she was fourteen when she received her first vision of halone, surrounded by her valiant knights in resplendent golden armor; it was said she wept for days afterward for that she could not believe the fury would reveal herself to such a lowly servant. the visions continued soon after that, but instead of being fearful, jehanne fully embraced her visitations—even if no one believed her.

around this time, rumors of a prophecy descended from the highlands about an armored maiden would come forth and strike a grievous blow against nidhogg's horde. lady reinette also lived in the same period as jehanne, but she had already put down her lance to devote herself to the church after avenging her beloved.

at sixteen, jehanne's family was killed when the village was razed to the ground by amelth, a fiercesome and high-ranking dragon with impenetrable scales that has already devastated the armed forces of the holy see's temple knights. believing the prophecy to be true and seeking revenge, jehanne rode to the capital and demanded an audience with the archbishop of the period. backed by her visions of the fury, jehanne was given the archbishop's blessing to fight. with no military training or skills in weaponry, jehanne quickly proved herself to be blessed by the fury. her arrival bolstered the moral of the troops no one has seen before or since her death, and with her leading the charge the holy see managed to drive back the horde at a pace no one could believe.

at eighteen, jehanne struck down amelth; for three days and three nights, they fought a bitter battle that ultimately ended with jehanne as the victor. with so many battles won, the people of ishgard viewed her as the fury reborn. but with all good things, they must come to an end. a year later, jehanne was nineteen years old when she was killed in retaliation by amelth's brood. facing death unflinchingly, jehanne's life was snuffed out by dragonfire.

surprisingly, the church was slow to canonize jehanne as a saint, much like they did saint reinette, despite her glories and virtures. in 1309, jehanne was beatified and canonized as a virgin saint to the cheers of the lowlands who had venerated her. it would take another century before the military order would be founded in her name. with much of her life embellished by folktales and song, jehanne continues to inspire many of the commonfolk.

during her life, jehanne never wavered in her faith and maintained her maidenhood when many men wanted her hand in marriage. she devoted herself fully to halone, and in death her virginity was recognized as her most admirable trait. this sentiment was followed by the order to the fullest, its swordsisters vowing to never fall in love with anyone, for their mission would be compromised by mortal desires.

insignia:

the order's coat of arms was humble in design; its chequy pattern of white and blue was not meant to be excessive or ostentatious, much like the order's patron saint. the white symbolized the swordsisters' unwavering and unsullied purity, while the blue represented the fury's grace and divine favor to her knights.

attire:

the order, being both a military unit and a community of religious sisters, has two modes of dress: combat and clerical.

the order's combat uniform consists of the medium armor variety—a mix of leather, metal, and chainmail. the tunic worn by the swordsisters consists of the same chequy pattern as their coat of arms, quickly distinguishing themselves from temple knights and dragoons alike. the helms worn by the order offers protection in close-quarters combat: while other knights wear enclosed helms in battle, the order opted to use a crowned mail coif with an open, but barred, visor to improve vision.

while most can identify the order's offensive soldiers, those who wield swords, lances, and maces, the order carries defensive swordsisters who are the healers and mages of their units. they wear the same uniform as the offense.

when not in active duty, members of the order fulfill their daily tasks around their convents in their clerical dress. more ornate (and at times offensive to the more conservative members of the church) than a simple nun's habit, it follows the same pattern of elements with the tunic, coif and veil, but decorated with stripes and jewels.

internal organization:

the order has a hierarchy like any other order in coerthas. while it's easier to refer to everyone in the order as swordsister, they are organized by 'levels':

quaternaire: aka the reverend mother. an elderly head of the order usually elected with votes after serving half of her life to the organization. like her name suggests, the reverend mother runs the convent much like a parent would, with a strict no-nonsense attitude. she received the vows of the swordsisters, admit new candidates, or send them out on missionary work or to the battlefield to offer aid.

tertiaire: after a certain amount of years have passed, or if the younger sister excelled in her work, she'll graduate to become a tertiaire, or 'older sister'. these swordsisters are most common in the field as their survival skills, discipline, and dedication lead them to confront dragons head on. besides combat expertise, some older sisters are more adept to administrative work, performing religious rites, and overlooking the younger sisters and novices.

secondaire: primaires who pass the training are officially initiated into the order, thus becoming secondaires. they are called 'younger sister [x]' as a form of address. contact with the outside world would be cut off from this point forward. the initiate would then receive a new name chosen from the church's beatified saints or known virtues to signify her 'death' to the world. these new sisters continue to receive training from the higher-ups, and their responsibilities are given based on skill. they apprentice under the older sisters in the field and in the convent.

primaire: fresh faces to the order who must undergo a rigorous, and often torturous, physical and mental training initiation that last for one year. during this period, novices are not addressed with special titles, they're allowed to maintain contact with family and friends, and if they choose to, leave the order if they're not capable of enduring the training. novices endure no penalty.

the training initiation does not spare bright-eyed girls and women from its wrath; most novices leave after 3 months of training. only the resolute and pious souls of halone are able to suffer through it. it was modeled after the trials of saint jehanne to bring those closer to the tribulations she once did.

even after becoming a swordsister, one must continue to prove their worth to the saint and to grow closer to the fury through mortifying their flesh (abstinence, self-flagellation, wearing a chain cilice, steam baths as penance). to know what the patron saint went through, the swordsisters put aside their apprehension to train both body and soul in the ways of the maiden. their faith makes it so they can stare down the enemy with no fear.

the end of the line:

once a woman is initiated, she cannot leave under any circumstances. to serve halone is to serve for life, and that means laying down your life in the name of the fury without fear. a swordsister renounces worldly pleasures in the name of her patron saint, and to consider leaving is akin to heresy in the order, often punishable by death.

alas, their mission was cut short by one of their own. the order was destroyed from within by someone whose heart was anchored with mortal desires and temptations. none survived except for the traitor.

older sister tauvane, now tauvane the godless, turned her back on her swordsisters. once a bastard babe born in the sins of her parents, she was given to the care of the swordsisters who treated her as one of their own. while society didn't accept her, the order saw her as who she was: a lost lamb needing guidance. but she committed the ultimate form of treachery in the act of love.

a young temple knight, a heretic injured in battle and nursed back to health by sister tauvane, lured her away from the order. justice was wrought on the nonbeliever, but tauvane retaliated in the most horrific way imaginable: aligning herself with the enemy. the order of saint jehanne was wiped out by tauvane, once a beloved sister and friend, in the year 1558. she nows leads a crusade of her own—a war with the holy see in the name of her beloved.

may the fury receive her flock with open arms and cast down the wicked.

#mypost.#meta.#trying something different don't mind me #some tauvane backstory :]#this is so long holy shit. my longest meta post yet #but i actually like how tauvane's developed to this point. it finally makes sense now that she wants to see ishgard burn #all of this to say that tauvane did Not feel accepted by the order at all and was worse off there than back home #she went from a warrior nun to an (exonerated) enemy of the state

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