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a/n: the closest i can get to pope schlatt is priest schlatt. i have no clue how popes or cathedrals or christianity as a whole works, so i've got no clue how i'd fare writing anything more than a priest. i'm so sorry, but i hope this is good enough.
sfw hcs!
- he spends his days in the church, tidying and organising and confessing to any sins he may have accidentally indulged in.
- the day you walked in, he was captivated. his eyes were drawn to you, wondering why such a pretty, innocent-looking girl was coming to church all of a sudden.
- usually the pretty ones come in with their family, not on their own. not unless they have something to confess.
- after a few weeks had passed, you stuck around that sunday morning. you walked up to the first pew, talked quietly to Father schlatt, and mentioned that you wanted to go to the confessional.
- he took you there, not a single judgemental bone in his body. the two of you sat on opposite sides of the screen. it took you a while, but you eventually confessed that you’d made several bad decisions and felt like your life was going nowhere, and you felt like the church was the right place to go.
- your family wasn’t religious by any means, and you weren’t thinking of joining the church. you just came through each sunday for mass, hoping you’d have the courage to get your mistakes off your chest.
- Father schlatt listened, taking in each of your words, and offered you advice. stick around in church for a few more weeks, listen to the sermons, stay behind for extra advice if you need it, and you’ll be alright!
- so you did just that. you attended mass every sunday for a few weeks, just as Father schlatt had instructed, but you weren’t exactly feeling as good as he said you should. he said it should feel like a weight off your chest, like the worries are floating away into the universe.
- but they weren’t. sure, the weight had been somewhat lifted, but you found yourself distracted during sermons and overthinking everything about this. maybe church wasn’t the right decision…
- you went to him after the mass that was meant to be the final one. you spoke to him softly and shyly once everyone had left, ashamed that it wasn’t working for you. you didn’t want to offend him or the Lord, and this is exactly what it felt like.
- but he was surprisingly forgviving and offered you some extra help… extra help-?
nsfw hcs!
- he manoeuvered you by your hips to the pews, gripping so gently but so firmly all at once. he slowly bent you forward, your body flush with the back of the wood, and he pressed up against you, trapping you there.
- soon, your church dress was hiked up over your hips, your underwear was slipped to the side, and he was inside you. this was so wrong, and you felt so awful doing this, but he just felt so good and big and heavy inside you.
- you laid there limp, taking the sex as respectfully as you could. making small, meek noises when the pleasure spiked, reaching back to hold his hand, and shift backwards whenever he’d slow down or stop.
- you didn’t want to disrespect him or the Lord, so you had to be as respectful and modest as you could be in a situation like this.
- as much as you wanted to tell him no, or to pull out before he came, he spilled inside of you, his seed sliding past your velvety walls and coating them in a sticky layer of him.
- he helped you all the way to your release, playing with your clit so delicately, and letting you ride out the orgasm on his fingers. when you came down, he fixed himself up, helped you do the same, and sent you on your way.
- it certainly made you feel better, and you couldn’t help but come back the next couple weeks, in hopes of catching him after mass just to get his length in you or on you somehow. you craved it now.
- if this holy man was so willing to give something so wrong to you, then obviously it was okay with the Lord, right? the Lord wouldn’t let him do this if it wasn’t right. so you got over the guilt of doing such an intimate act, and enjoyed it each time.
- each session got dirtier and rougher, and it was pushing the limits between sinful and hellish. but neither of you cared, and church eventually became a common occurence in your life. just to see your priest fuckbuddy.
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a/n; again, i'm sorry if this wasn't technicallt what you wanted, but i didn't want to delete this request and leave you waiting on something i'd never write. so i did the closest thing i felt comfortable to do.
includes; new years ball drop, new years kiss, new years stuff
- schlatt decided you needed to experience the true new years ball drop. watching it on the tv wasn’t enough for you, in his eyes.
- the drive was fairly simple. try not to get stuck in traffic and try not to crash the car. he pulled into a parking lot somewhere and walked the rest of the way to times square with you.
- his jacket was wrapped around you, hanging off your shoulders, while his arm kept it in place around your waist. once the two of you found a good spot, you got settled, and noticed schlatt powering his phone off.
- your curiosity was definitely piqued, but you didn’t mention it. your boyfriend’s a smart man. he knows what he’s doing. he didn’t even drink today, so clearly he’s feeling extra smart.
- a massive crowd had gathered, and all you could see was a sea of phones, and all you could hear was either people on the phone to their loved ones or people talking far too loud.
- schlatt had quietly taken your phone and hidden it in his pocket, wanting you to spend quality time in this moment instead of being absorbed in your phone.
- the countdown got louder and louder as the seconds passed. when the ball reached the bottom, the silence was not expected. sure, there was the few cheers, but it fell silent pretty soon after. all the phones dropped and everyone started walking back through the crowd.
- schlatt didn’t give in, though. once the countdown reached 0, he pulled you in for a kiss, holding your neck, and wanting to savour the moment. his hands were planted on your jaw and hip, holding you safe against him as your lips mingled together in the frigid air.
- you stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment and happily being each others without any interruptions. no phones, no frustrated new yorkers, nothing.
- when he finally pulled away, the biggest smile graced your face, and he couldn’t help giving you a few more kisses. once he was finished for good, he took your hand and walked back to the car with you, the walk comfortable and quiet.
- you couldn’t be more glad that you weren’t on your phones, and that you actually had a meaningful new years memory for the first time in your life. something to savour forever.
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the snow fell steadily outside the place you called home. it covered the lawn in a blanket of white, the trees left with snowflakes gracing their leaves. the heating did the house justice, keeping you, your boyfriend, and his cats comfortable.
jambo meowed from his place on schlatt’s chest, desperate for you to come lay down. he’d been purring all night, and redacted hadn’t done too much. it seemed as though they knew it was snowing, and knew they were able to be lazy and calm. no shouting schlatt, no stressed you, and they were happy like that.
schlatt hummed as you laid down next to him, in the space between the couch backrest and his chest. redacted shifted to lay on your stomach, entranced by your soft strokes through his fur.
the living room was cast in a warm glow, and the curtains were pulled down halfway to reveal the snow piling outside. the record player played a soft album of yours, the notes and melodies flooding the small, domestic space.
there’s nowhere you’d rather be. curled up with your boyfriend and his cats, everyone sleepy and docile. a hand threads through your hair, twirling the strands and busying itself. schlatt catches your soft smile, and lets himself admire you once your eyes slip closed.
by the time schlatt’s eyes grew heavy, the cats had long been asleep, and your breaths were starting to even out. he debated carrying you to the bedroom, as well as the cats, but decided he couldn’t disturb you or the kitties.
so he fell asleep, smothered in his favourite beings, and didn’t wake up once. the cats only woke to move around and swap places, but other than that, the living room stayed still, trapped in a warm standstill.
you woke up to jambo kneading your collarbone, and redacted cleaning himself on your boyfriend’s thighs. despite the slight ache in your back, you curled further into schlatt’s side and waited patiently for him to wake up.
includes; alcohol, small backstory, chrismassy stuff
- christmas was always a massive part of schlatt’s life, and december was always spent decorating and singing and enjoying the festive season as a family. and that energy carried over to you when you started dating the new yorker.
- the start of december was spent shopping and decorating, and when christmas came around, the whole house was the embodiment of christmas.
- you woke schlatt up with kisses, and once he opened his eyes, you wished him a big “merry christmas!” he smiled and pecked your lips, repeating the phrase back to you before getting out of bed.
- the two of you pulled on matching socks and matching santa hats, and raced down to the living room to start unwrapping presents. there were no formalities, as you both grabbed a present at a time, ripped it open, and thanked each other for the gift.
- both your parents had come over to celebrate with both of you, and you made sure breakfast was prepared, with schlatt’s help. you ate with his and your parents, talking happily about the gifts and the christmas period and several other things.
- schlatt stuck by your side and made sure to annoy you any chance he got. he stole the long side of the bon bon, took the biggest piece of turkey and ham at lunch, and messed with the dinner preparation.
- your parents had brought gifts over and put them under the tree to unwrap after dinner, and once diner was finished, you and schlatt brought down the presents from the bedroom to lay under the tree as well.
- with each present unwrapped came a sweet “thank you,” and a hug. the presents were thoughtful and genuinely suited your interests for once. schlatt’s parents bough you things youd actually use, and your parents had gifted schlatt things he’d also be able to put to use.
- when they left for the night, schlatt made use of the alone time. he dimmed all the lights and switched on some warmer ones. he set an old christmas album onto the record player and let it play, and sat down next to you once it got going.
- the two of you shared alcoholic hot chocolates and talked quietly. the snow fell outside and coated the driveway, guaranteeing the next day be spent together.
- once enough alcohol was in your systems, schlatt pulled you to your feet and slow-danced to a few songs. your feet stumbled over each other and your laughs were louder than the record player, but the memories that would come from this day were far better than any mishaps.
- you both woke up with a dull hangover the next morning, and spent most of the morning in bed, together, cuddled up in the chilly room.
