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Aldo has never really been one to think much about penance.
“We honor God in a multitude of ways,” he’d told Thomas once. “I agree that discomfort is useful. We learn to turn away from our sins and commit to do better. I don't understand what mutilating yourself in His name is meant to accomplish. We were not put in this world to suffer, Thomas."
Thomas had been quiet for a long time. "It is a different thing, though," he'd said finally. "You will agree on that much at least. Self-harm is a sin. Self-flagellation has a place in doctrine."
Aldo had winced. "Next thing you'll tell me is you've joined Opus Dei. You don’t think confession is enough? Prayer?”
“I think mortification of the flesh has its place,” he’d said absently, eyes faraway.
“Does it serve a purpose, though, apart from hurting you? Does senseless pain really bring you any closer to Him?”
Thomas had barely flinched. Aldo had felt possessed by the urge to grab his jaw and direct him forward, look at me, look!
“We must repent, Aldo,” he’d said simply. "By whatever means necessary."
He’s always thought Thomas did enough repentance as it was for the two of them. He thinks he understands better now.
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“The utility bill comes right out of your pockets, just so you know,” Lamb says. “What? Thirty years of life and you still haven't figured out how to wash yourself?”
“Ever hear the one about pots and kettles?” River bites out through chattering teeth. He's hot-and-cold all over. “I don’t think I can stand.”
Lamb starts unbuttoning his shirt. River watches him, a little dumbfounded, and he snorts.
“You might like playing mermaid, but I’d rather not take a swim with all my clothes on.”
“It’s not like they couldn’t use a rinse.”
“Oh, but I've already washed them this month, I’m not due ‘till next Christmas.”
He’s wearing a stained white vest underneath. River averts his eyes; it feels almost voyeuristic to see him without all the layers. Lamb reaches for the showerhead.
“Are you trying to become an icicle? Jesus, it’s colder than a witch’s tit.”
“It felt good,” River mumbles, drowsy. “You’re getting water all over the floor.”
Lamb scoffs. “Hopefully I'll slip on it and save myself this whole trouble. Now stop squirming unless you want to give yourself more brain damage.”
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which one's appetite's the biggest? by wizardlover
Fandoms: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
01 Jan 2025
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“Rook,” he says. “What a surprise. I didn’t consider we might still be linked. That might prove troublesome in the long run.”
“I’m going to kill you, you piece of shit,” Rook tells him, and shifts on their knees to face him. Solas laughs.
They hadn’t realized it would feel like this, seeing him again. The ball of grief that has made itself home in their chest goes supernova; their rage white-hot.
“No need for the expletives.” Solas’ indiference is like kindling. Rook lunges forward, tries to grab his ankle and trip it, and the pressure increases. They clench their teeth until it aches. “Please, Rook. Let us have a civilized conversation.”
Rook laughs. “You’ve never been civil in your fucking life, wolf,” they say. Something glints in his waist—he’s clipped the dagger to his belt, and it glimmers with its own light. There is a quiet hum coming from it, that beautiful lyrium song.
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“The fuck are you waiting for?” Hoffman says, which is the closest he will get to asking. Lawrence’s hand slides down until he’s brushing two fingers against the head of his cock, fucking in between Hoffman’s thighs. “A handwritten invitation? Sorry, I left all my nice stationery at home.”
“Please and thank you would be nice,” Lawrence sighs, and Hoffman laughs. He’s burning hot—Lawrence is sweating into his shirt.
“Put your cock back in my cunt,” he says, “and that’s the best you’re gonna get.”
Lawrence huffs against his neck, hips faltering. Hoffman’s thighs are big and supple. He mouths at Hoffman’s shoulder blade, teasing the tip of his own cock with a finger, and goes back to trace a few circles around Hoffman’s clit. Then, out of his mouth without much thought:
“You do get desperate to be filled.” And Hoffman stutters, all at the same time—breath hitching, back spasming. His jaw is clenched so hard Lawrence worries for his enamel.
“You,” Hoffman grits out, and the rest of the sentence dissipates as Lawrence fucks back into him.
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natural as another leg around you in the bed frame by wizardlover
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
18 Oct 2023
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“Are you gonna tell me what happened now?” Ed asks, standing with his arms crossed. He’d laid Stede on the bed with a painful level of gentleness.
“Already told you.” Lucius peers into his eyes. Stede looks back at him, dazed. “Some creep put something in his drink. I chased him off. He’s all yours to deal with now.”
“I bet I could still find him,” Ed says darkly, and Stede groans.
“Enough of that.” Ed falls silent, but Stede can practically taste the rage coming off of him.
“Is he gonna be okay?”
Lucius gives Ed a complex look. “He’ll be fine. I mean, might make it easier to fuck him through it, but I don’t tell you how to live your lives.”
There’s some spluttering. Stede realizes it’s coming from him. Ed is making noises, too, confused and defensive.
“What’s that got to do with—”
“Oh my god, do I have to spell everything out? It was a rape date drug. You know that kind of crowd. He’s probably gonna be horny out of his mind for the rest of the night.”
“I’m fine,” Stede says weakly. He’s started feeling it now; the desperation licks at his heels, exacerbated by Ed’s presence. His head feels like it’s stuck in a cloud.
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my heart has been half asleep all of my life by wizardlover
Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
05 Dec 2022
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“You’d like him, you know,” Thomas said.
“I do like him,” Aldo said automatically, twirling the stem of his wine glass, looking into its deep red like it was a scrying mirror.
“I mean as a friend. If you spent more time with him. You have a lot in common.”
“Do we use the same shampoo?” asked Aldo, raising an eyebrow. Thomas gave him a warning look but his mouth was tugging up.
“You’re both stubborn,” he said bluntly.
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Cardinals like Thomas Lawrence and Aldo Bellini know all too well how slowly things move within the walls of the Vatican. But with Vincent Benítez's election cracking their world open, and the new Pope cutting away the old branches to make room for the new, both find that change is flooding in everywhere, mostly within themselves.