#incriminating fav

You've been getting a lot of weird phone calls. You're not even sure why you keep picking up at this point.

Heavy breathing. Weird, off-putting, raspy laughter, like someone trying to stay quiet. Rustling. If they do speak, it's always the same person, and they're usually asking some weirdly broad or general question. Your name, for instance. Like they just wanted to get you talking. Like the world's worst first date. And for whatever reason, (not at all because the voice on the other end excites you in ways you dare not confess) this time you indulge them.

"Celes? Ahahhaaha..." Like an obvious answer had just been revealed to them. "Celes... I like it. Rolls off the tongue nicely.

Wonder if the same is true for the rest of you."

And before you can even react to that statement, the line goes dead.

collapses and hacks and coughs and fucking dies and my leg twitches a little like a bug that got hit by a fly swatter

but !!

the (mutual) blackmail. if you mess with me i will tell everyone. i could ruin your reputation, even if ill go down too. maybe ill even get away with being seduced, with the blame resting only on your shoulders. vs if you try to tell someone, would they even believe you? would you just look like youre desperately trying to besmirch your colleague, based on nothing? i could simply deny all involvement, leaving you to have lost all your credibility.

its just so... you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand...............

- @sunnytalks 🌻

let me put all of my willpower into acting like this didn't do irreversible damage to ym psyche

if im not going to heaven. neither are you🫶

2/6

celes dot exe has stopped workign .

priest lohen pinning andromeda up against the altar, slipping his rosary around her neck instead of his. telling her that this is part of her penance, yes? she wants to be forgiven? to be absolved of her sins?

and despite how embarrassed and firey she feels about it she can feel him rock hard against her as he bends her over the altar. and she folds no matter how badly she wants to hold out a little longer. she fully expects him to go right to fucking her, but no— he spanks her first, perhaps using his hand, perhaps using a belt. oh, maybe he goes full catholic school and uses a ruler? that would be fun right? either way, she has to earn the pleasure she so desired.

it’s only after her ass is red and bruising that he finally starts fucking her properly, the rosary clattering on the surface of the altar with each thrust. finally he gets tired of the sound preventing him from hearing her moans loud and clear as they echo through the empty cathedral. he reached around her shoulders and grabs the beads, wrapping them around his hand before pulling back hard. the cord strains under his grip but doesn’t break, instead forcing the beads to dig into her neck as her back arches. now she has no choice but to watch as he watches her, the look on his face growing more and more feral by the moment at the sight of her…!