Freaky Feral Friday 👑

Shane cause I take "through sickness and health" seriously

Uncropped/My farmer below the cut

Hey so like…yk how colors are a popular “theme” when shipping characters (like pink x purple, red x blue), what colors do you associate Erma and Cherie with?

OMG I wish I had a better answer for this!! I just imagine them both yellow/orange cuz that's my rescue corps color </3 but I suppose if I were to chose, Shepherd would be red while Cherie would be yellow? hehehe

I think the people want more Father Price 👀

I do too

Father Priceeee EEEEEE

Lives in my mind rent free

Idea from @evolbones 's Priest Price (Sorry for tagging you on two platforms D': just wanna give credit) Pose is from pinterest, if you know the model, lmk!

non prosthetic savage ... you live in my head rent free, and i absolutely adore you.

A redraw of a drawing I drew in 2012 (the original under the cut but be warned it's BAD)

:skull:

I made a tumblr cause of communtitties (when da Maul community dropping)

omg... fortnite inspo jumpscare..........

This sinful masterpiece got me spiraling.

Thank you, @andrabeets

TW: NFSW/Religious content (kinda?)

Priest!John Price x F!Reader

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Father John stood before you, his dark robes blending into the shadows, only his face illuminated by the soft light of the candles. His eyes were on you, watching, studying.

He knew why you were there, knew the true motives behind your late-night visits to the church. It wasn't faith that had brought you to your knees once again.

Slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering above your head for just a moment, as if hesitating. But then his fingers sank into your hair, threading through the strands with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

You didn’t dare move, didn’t speak.

"Does your husband know you're here?" The older man's voice was low, almost a whisper, as he looked down at you.

Eyes wide, you gazed up at him, glistening with a sweetness that you knew would draw him in.

''I’m just visiting the church, Father,'' You replied with lips curving into a slow, innocent smile before continuing, ''I came to confess my sins, to repent.''

"You know what that means, don't you?" He rasped, his restraint slipping with every second.

A soft, menacing chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned in closer, feeling the heat of his struggle brushing past your face. "Yes, Father. I do."

Before you could fully grasp the weight of your own words, you felt the blunt pressure of his cock forcing its way past your lips, hitting the back of your throat with a demanding thrust. The saliva that had pooled in your mouth spilled out, dripping down onto your exposed cleavage.

He was enormous, his length extending well past his navel, the thickness comparable to your wrist and each thrust was a relentless, stretching your mouth and throat to their limits. Naturally, tears welled up, blurring your vision and deepening your sense of submission to the man above.

All you wanted was to look up at his face, to see how he scrunched his brow and gazed at you as though you were the object of worship rather than the worshipper.

If this is what sin felt like, if this was the exhilaration of crossing every boundary, then you were ready to embrace it completely and dive headfirst into the abyss.

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narrative foils, you say?

it is not, in fact, the best time

(i finished the thing! og post in replies)