#madmoth

fuck it let's do choir boy Baxter and priest Val kink. throwing shit at the wall and seeing if it sticks. this is the only way Baxter (grown ass man in his 40s btw) is calling Val "father" so why not go balls to the wall with it

no but like it truly sickens me that there's only one person on this planet that I've found who wants to talk to me about the absolutely fucking batshit sex that Val and Baxter need to have. because they do need to have the sluttiest wildest borderline traumatizing "I don't think that's possible OR good for you" sex in all of creation. Baxter so high off Val's spit he's crying about it my beloved. Val encouraging Baxter to wear a strap just so he can gag on it my beloved. my friend said that for Baxter, having Val's tongue shoved down his throat should feel like an extended version of the moment in drowning where you're filled with utter bliss and calmness right before your brain shuts down and I want to kiss them on the mouth for it

the fact that I made Baxter grow up in a devoutly Catholic family in late 1800s Spain combined with the fact that my extremely loose backstory thoughts for Valentino also have him being Catholic (albeit in America over 100 years later) means that they could have some absolutely fucking insane sex I'm just saying. like the sex was going to be insane no matter what but holy shit