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I've sinned

Seducing the Priest

It’s a little more than just forbidden love—maybe your motives aren’t love at all—or corrupting an innocent, because in this meme it’s the innocent doing the tempting. You’ve set your sights on a someone untouchable, someone whose faith, vows, or situation have forbidden them from straying toward the desires of the flesh, but you’re determined to see to it that they stray. Right into your arms. Or perhaps you are the priest, or knight, or king, and now you’re facing irresistible, relentless temptation from the most exquisite source.

Irresistible
1. White as Snow - You’re the angel, the ingenue, the Lolita, seemingly pristine and pure. Perhaps you’re even a virgin. But your heart is not so pure, and you have some ideas about just how you’d like to be debauched. You’ve set your sights on your beloved, and sooner or later you’ll wear down their resolve.
2. Red as Blood - Let’s not kid anyone, you’re no virgin. You’re the Jezebel, the witch, the whore, you’re the one that all the texts warn about. You’re beautiful and dripping with sin, and you revel in it. Men and women fall at your feet, compelled by adoration and lust. But you’ve lost all interest in all but one: the one who has vowed to resist you.
3. Black as Night - You’re not doing this out of such pure motives. You can’t claim this is out of love. Perhaps not even out of lust. This is about bitterness and revenge. You want to see this person—or their order—depraved and debauched, and you have just the plan to do it. Just be careful, you might fall in love with your target. Or you might not: hatesex can be such fun.

Untouchable
1. Sworn to the Cloth - You’re a priest or a nun, vowed to chastity. Married to god. Divorced forever from the pleasures of the flesh. It hasn’t ever been a problem, before now. But they’re everything that tempts you most, and your certainty is fracturing with every smile, every flirtation. Eternal damnation might be worth a night of pleasure.
2. Sworn to the Cause - No love for you but Patria. You’re married to your work, your country, your order. Whether you’re a knight, a politician, or a prophet, you have no time for love, and you’ve never been tempted by mere physical pleasure. Until you encounter the one person who can compare, who tempts you away from your noble aims and your vows of abstinence. The revolution can wait another day, for them.
3. Sworn to the Crown - Born into royalty or nobility, you always knew that your duty would come before love. Perhaps you entered a loveless marriage, or perhaps you were forbidden from marrying at all. It never bothered you before. Your country needed you, and your family taught you to put duty above all. You’re married to the throne, and your bed is cold. But now someone has lit a fire in your heart, even though you may have to risk everything to have them.

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( the corrupter, ofc! please fling your morals away for this scoundrel, thanks.

i do love a good AU, though, so one of those AUs where sampo is like a bodyguard sworn to your character could be fun, but he'd still be the one who breaks first, lbr. )

[How can we resist this? The corruptor for sure. Nuns, priests, monks, rabbi, etc are all welcome. Lucifer is an equal opportunity corruptor. Can appear as masculine or feminine.]

[ Absolute corrupter. Power, fame, wealth, connections, sex, pleasure, help to get things done politically. She has options for all, and they all happen to come in the same lovely package. Giving a bit of your soul is so little to ask to accomplish such noble intentions, isn't it? And there will never be a more pleasurable way to do it. ]

[ He is a Buddhist monk? Not sure if you could call him innocent but in terms of human connection he is? ]

[ m/m pref for this unless hilde (lmao). technically a priest, but not a traditional one? also a war criminal and a canon slut, so

happy to au. he's good for any canon with a seedy underground that would also have churches and orphans ]

[So here's a nun who is...very much the corrupter. Oops.]

(Maybe Kiara is either a party member or outright is Eleanor's Servant, but Eleanor doesn't know her reputation?

Either way, Eleanor needs to leave behind her more conservative ideas when it comes to sex so Kiara would be doing her a kindness with this "corruption".)

[I'm good with either the party member or Servant idea, whichever you'd prefer!

Any thing major you'd want to hit with either story beats or kinks to include? I'm fine with most things, so it should be pretty easy to include just about anything (which is good since...Kiara).]

(ooc: Probably dubious consent to start, since I'm imagining Kiara going for the "Show her the pleasure, and surely she'll agree it's a good thing" approach. For later, probably strap-ons, and risk of discovery.

Oh and Eleanor has a pretty big scar on her chest, she'd melt for Kiara to kiss her scar/pay attention to it.

Whatever else you want to include should be fine, as long as it doesn't get into non-con territory.)

Eleanor had been trained as a mage for some time. It was under the auspices of the church, which brought in new mages to serve their will. However, she had begun to question that. To quite the extreme. So when she called out to the void and summoned someone to help her in her time of need, it was Kiara that answered.

Maybe it was Kiara figuring out what her new Master was like, or maybe just the seriousness of the situation, but she hadn't let on about her reputation or proclivities to Eleanor right away. It certainly let her see Eleanor. Someone dedicated, studious and forthright. The girl couldn't even lie to save her life, and was true to her heart... In all but one regard. She didn't approach romance or sex with the same fervor she approached everything else.

It'd be clear to Kiara that Eleanor admired many women she had met in her life, but not once had she even thought of approaching them. She'd been raised by the church that this sort of thing was for marriage and procreation. While she had started to question the church, it was hard to break such beliefs all at once.

The opportunity for Kiara to show Eleanor such pleasures came when their group stopped at an inn. The amount of beds meant that some people would have to double up. It was Eleanor that volunteered herself and Kiara to double up. They were both women, and close as Master and Servant was her reasoning.

Which is what lead to the present situation. Eleanor in a thin night dress, her hair down, and her back to Kiara. They were truly alone with each other tonight, and unless either of them turned out to be screamers, it was unlikely anyone else would really know what happened in here.

{OOC: She will absolutely kiss her scar! And no worries on the non-con stuff, definitely not the direction I would take things in.}

To Kiara, this stop at the inn was truly fortunate. Or at least the way they’d paired up was. Since her summoning, she’d given Eleanor’s situation a great deal of thought, a mage brought to serve others, to act out according to their will, had Kiara’s life taken a different path, she may have well found herself in a similar role.

And she had noticed, and gently encouraged Eleanor’s increasing questioning of that. Never outright steering her, of course, these are her decisions to make, but she’d never pushed back against her Master. She’d also refrained from taking an overt hand with what she’s noticed in regards to that admiration. Not only never acted upon, but the thought of acting suppressed by ingrained piety. It’s made Kiara want nothing more than to make Eleanor act on them, and really, who better to show her that the two aren’t irreconcilable? Or at least Kiara’s version of doctrine allows for both.

So once again, the inn is a rather fortunate stop. She’d have been happy to have been put up with anyone, but was overjoyed to have Eleanor volunteer the two of them. It did make the most sense of course, but it makes for such a wonderful opportunity for Kiara to act on her own feelings and to give Eleanor the push she’s refrained from giving since her summoning.]

“This will do quite nicely for tonight, I think.”

It’s not the most luxurious room imaginable, sure, but Kiara thinks it will serve the purpose its put to just fine. An amused smile sits on her face while she thinks about it. Between her expression and her somewhat immodest choice in sleepwear, there’s a certain picture being painted here. It’s not anything overtly risque, it’s a night dress much the same as hers, it’s just a little shorter, a little tighter. Still, that shouldn’t be too surprising, she’s shown a curious taste in clothes, never outright improper, but seemingly with a knack for skirting that line.

And that somewhat salacious expression doesn’t stay for long, she doesn’t want to give away too much of her feelings yet. Though while she talks, she does step a bit closer to Eleanor.

“If we’d had to bring in a third, it would be a bit...cramped."

Kiara's encouragement was all that was needed to get started pushing back against what the church had taught her. They had revealed their hands as more cruel and malevolent than she thought, and she was actively working against them. So much of the work had already been done. Which meant there was plenty of groundwork for the big push Kiara was about to give her.

Eleanor's face was a little flush as she looked at Kiara. She didn't pick up on her salacious feelings, mostly because her eyes were not on Kiara's face when she said it, instead looking at her chest framed in that just slightly tighter night dress.

"Y-yes." She cleared her throat as she brought her gaze back up, "I mean... I agree. We would be crowded with anyone else in a bed with us."

Kiara would probably notice that Eleanor has been hiding her chest the whole time since she put on this night shirt. If she looked carefully, she would see at least part of the reason why. The night dress was just thin enough to be seen through, and there was the edge of a scar just between her breasts and extended down to where she was hiding.

There’s a small smile on her face at Eleanor’s remark. Or more likely at where Eleanor’s gaze seems to be drawn. Under other circumstances, she’d have a suggestive remark as a response, though there’ll probably be more than a few of those tonight. Instead her eyes are drawn somewhere in turn, but for a different reason. Well, partially a different reason.

“Forgive me, I don’t mean to pry...”

Kiara looks back up, making eye contact once more. She’s curious, but sympathetic. As much as she can be anyways, there’s always that one particular ulterior motive. But still, this is important regardless of the why’s behind Kiara asking.

“But may I ask how that happened? If you don't want to answer that's okay, but I can't help but notice.”

That question brought Eleanor back to reality, her gaze returning up to Kiara's face. She bit her lip thoughtfully, before nodding.

"I suppose it was only a matter of time before you saw it, being so close to me." There was only so much she could do to avoid bathing around others or similar gestures to maintain her privacy.

"It's okay, though, I trust you." She offers a small smile, though it quickly fades as she gives her very brief explanation. "When I was a little girl, my village was attacked by daemons. I barely made it out alive, and was taken in by the local church." Which explained why she had a hard time seeing the faults in the church at first.

"The doctors and healers did what they could, but I still ended up with this gruesome scar..." It was clear Eleanor was self-conscious about it. After all, it wasn't exactly something attractive, and it held those bitter memories.

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“I’m glad you feel comfortable sharing these things with me, though I imagine it still must be difficult.”

Kiara’s well aware how the past can leave scars, though her own are more of the metaphorical kind. And it’s all the more reason to not bring that up, not that she really has shared much about her past, but more reasons to not. Especially not right now.

“And I imagine it’s made things difficult in other respects. I’ll beg your forgiveness again if I’ve overstepped, but I’ve noticed your admiration for others never turns into anything more. I’d thought the church was part of it of course, but now I understand showing this side of you is likely part of it as well.”

Her tone's understanding, sympathetic, but she isn't pitying her. No, none of that, there's no need for pity here, and she doubts Eleanor would accept it if there was.

(combos of irresistible 1 and untouchable 2 and 3 most likely.)

[ You know how it be with incorruptible Paladin Oaths.... ]

[ Go seduce a paladin, Astarion. They'd said. It'll be fun, Astarion.

Astarion did not want to be caught anywhere near a paladin, or his radiant blade, or his holy water, or his holy blood for that matter. He was not entirely convinced that paladin blood wasn't infused with radiance itself. And if it was, he didn't want to be the one to find out.

Not that he had much of a choice.

This particular paladin was new to Baldur's Gate. And while normally, that would have earned him a quick death at a Bhaalspawn's blade, they were certainly taking their sweet time about it. In fact, this new paladin, having now been here at least a fortnight, had managed to escape, to wit: Bhaalspawn, pickpockets, murderous pickpockets, cultists (of all varieties), Carrion and his undead servants, the ghosts in the harbor, drunken pirates, regular drunks, and every other bit of nastiness Baldur's Gate had to offer. It was as if Tyr himself had blessed this man and allowed him passage in their most unholy of cities, a place formerly untouched by Tyr's grace.

Naturally, the paladin's presence was unwelcome. The Fist were easy enough to manipulate, and certainly not so holy that they posed any real threat. But the whispers of vampires in Baldur's Gate were loud enough that they were occasionally picked up on. Enough so that the idiots who prostrated themselves in front of Cazador's feet without so much as a friendship cantrip had figured it out. They have to at least assume that the paladin had more wits about him than them.

If the paladin had wits and was poking his nose into things he shouldn't be (all suggestions said yes, and it seemed he had some kind of ties to the High Harper, although Cazador's "contacts" hadn't quite figured out what), then it was seemingly only a matter of time before he sauntered on in here and fucked everything up.

Astarion wanted Cazador dead as much as the next guy. And truly, he'd applaud anyone who managed it. But what he doesn't want is to get killed in his sleep for the sin of having been bitten by Cazador. So, for once, begrudgingly, his own goals lined up with Cazador's goals.

So it was that Cazador had tasked his spawn with finding and killing him. Of course, his other rules remained absolute, so they'd have to find a way to kill him without drinking from him. It was just as well, Cazador wanted it to look like any other murderous contingency had gone after him. And draining him dry and leaving him in the street would arouse rather too much suspicion. No, better to make it look like it was random, or it was a targeted cultist thing, or literally any other excuse. In Baldur's Gate, the Fist wouldn't so much as bat an eyelash at that outcome.

Theoretically, they were all supposed to work together. But that literally never happened. None of his siblings wanted anything to do with holy magic, and technically, cajoling Astarion into taking care of it did ultimately meet the confines of Cazador's command to them. They were making sure he would die--they were just sending Astarion to do it, the perfect little expendable pawn to be wasted in case the paladin turned out to be a more formidable for than they thought.

Astarion had no desire to prove them right. No, he would handle this all on his own and he would not end up having to feel the light of a thousand suns burn him from the inside out. He was far better at seducing others than his siblings were, even if they refused to see it. They always found themselves in the worst part of town, plucking the low-hanging fruit.

Astarion was a professional. ]

May I?

[ Paladins might not drink to excess but they do have to eat. Astarion finds him at dinner. He gestures at the seat across from him, an easy, gentle smile on his face. A touch of lingering ill ease, as if he is running from something, or as if he needed help and had identified this holy man as the one to help him.

Well.

It was true, on some level, anyway. ]

If it isn't too much trouble.

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[ In general, Xenk does not enjoy cities. They are loud and often crowded, filled to the brim with problems that needed solving and people that needed saving. That wasn't the problem, however. The problem was that Xenk was only one man, and he wanted to save everyone. Cities reminded him that he simply cannot.

Normal cities remind him that he simply cannot. A place like Baldur's Gate, however...? It was as though the Abyss itself had been torn open, and the city's troubles had been born from that seeping wound. Bhaal cultists, reports of necromancers, cutpurses, pirates, even rumored vampires... The city was a cesspool of so much death that it made the hairs on Xenk's neck stand on end. The scent of death that he could so easily pick out anywhere else was everywhere here. His senses were useless. He had only Tyr to guide him, and it seemed even he did not wish to gaze upon the Gate and all its many horrors.

While Xenk was unsure of how much good could be done in Tyr's name here, it was not his place to doubt. It was only to do good. He could not in good conscience turn a blind eye from so much suffering.

The High Harper had requested his aid, and as a man bearing the curse of immortality, he was especially suited for so dangerous a city. She spoke of reports of vampire spawn in the city's darkened alleys, and the chances that many of the city's dead were tied to a more powerful vampire were certainly not minimal. A vampire was a creature that Tyr would never let stand—feeding on others and creating more victims to pull into their thrall was a truly vile act. Xenk could not let it stand.

Now the problem was finding the vampires. Xenk had spent the better part of a fortnight running up a tab at the Elfsong Tavern, yet had seen neither hide nor hair of a single spawn. Sure, his methods of searching for them included asking around and inquiring with the Flaming Fist, who thus far refused to speak with him, but one would think that in a city so cursed, someone would be willing to offer him some assistance.

It is proving to be another fruitless night, and Xenk had thus taken a break to enjoy a meal before returning to his search, when he is approached by a rather dashing elf. The man seemed troubled, which is both promising and concerning. Could he know something of the spawn? Well, even if he turned out to be unrelated to the vampires, at this point Xenk would take any spark of hope he could get. ]

Of course. Please, feel free.

[ Xenk nods and gestures for him to sit. ]

It is no trouble. Are you in need of aid?

[ Astarion's liar's smile is full of relief, glad to have been welcomed. He sits down and fidgets just a little bit with his sleeve, looking down at the fraying hem (mostly to remind himself to fix it), before looking back up at Xenk. ]

You're that paladin of Tyr, aren't you? I've heard rumors...

[ Beautiful, trusting Xenk nods and finds nothing suspicious about this. He has been introducing himself that way, so of course people would know. ]

I am, indeed. My duty has brought me here, to Baldur's Gate, but I hail from the Halls of Justice.

[ He's here to hunt vampires, that much he's also told more than a few people. But this man is clearly troubled, and by his countenance, may even be fearing for his life. He surely has the look of a man pursued. ]

Are you thus in need of my services? Have you perhaps run afoul with one of this city's many dangers?

[ He means vampires. He almost hopes it's vampires, so he can finally have a lead. ]

Yes, but I...

[ He looks away, away from his shining gaze, as if the truth were too much to handle. ]

I don't know if you'll believe me.

[ Xenk leans forward, getting closer to the elf in an attempt at comfort, and lowers his voice to a whisper. ]

Whatever horrors you have faced, know that you are safe now.

[ He's definitely all in. It's so clear (to Xenk) that he's afraid for some manner of retribution. Who wouldn't believe someone like that? ]

You may tell me. I will believe you.

[ Astarion lowers his voice, a secret just for the two of them ]

There's been people, disappearing. Not in the normal way. I'm worried...there's something very bad going on.

[ He can't just go and out their whole little vampire situation but he can give enough to tease Xenk about it. He figures the man is going to believe what he wants, especially if he's desperate for information. ]

I've seen things, in the shadows. And a tenday ago, a good friend of mine went missing. There's been no word of him since. I'm afraid I...

[ He shakes his head, as if he can't bring himself to say it. ]

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[ Xenk nods along with the man's tale. ]

I have heard similar rumors.

[ Of people disappearing, never to be seen again. Not even bodies left behind... Bhaalists and criminals operate in the shadows, but their crimes are easily found. Vampires, though... ]

You fear your friend has been made a victim to these creatures. I understand.

[ He nods so solemnly, compassion thick in his tone. ]

I know this must bring you great pain to recall, but know you any places he frequented? Any place he could have been drawn away from? It may not be too late to search for him.

[ hatsutori is hailed as the second coming of jesus christ in his canon so go wild ]

(either role is fine in this context?)

((Listen, I don't have any Requiem/Army of the Doomstar icons but he's totally a priest. And a switch. Have at.))

[ i mean. he’s literally a ~~vampire~~ priest. ]

(Not familiar with Midnight Mass but I’ve been meaning to watch. Would love to see how vampire priest and remorseless elder vampire mix!)

[Information here, he might be a shitty priest but he's still a priest damnit, he took ~~some~~ of those vows really seriously!!!]

( Would love to AU him as a proper priest for this! Seemingly a meticulously devout man of the cloth, but well. Could be either the seduced or the seducer... )

[ Given his iconography I think it could be fun to have him as a holy crusader with a sword... ]

[A pure and noble Saint. He’s a kind and easily flustered turbovirgin who works hard to uphold that pious image and keep the horny thoughts at bay, but…

Open to all cross-canon/medium, OCs and assumed CR. Hit me up if you wanna scheme something or just toss me a starter. He’s a little predisposed towards men but I’d be totally game for ladies to try their hand too.]

[[Canonically not the... best priest, although he certainly has a saintly reputation. A scenario where someone sets out to seduce him under the assumption that he's far more pure and noble than he actually is might be fun.]]

[He does have a thing for paladins...]

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I've sinned

sampo / hsr

Lucifer Morningstar | Milton's Paradise Lost | OTA

Lara Raith | The Dresden Files |

Genjo Sanzo | Saiyuki

Father Maxwell | Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop

Kiara Sessyoin | Fate/Grand Order

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integra hellsing / hellsing

Xenk Yendar | dnd movie (m/m)

i just want you to remember that you told me i could do a bad au

it's terrible and doomed and I love it

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hajime hatsutori | cell of empireo

Sherlock Holmes | Moriarty the Patriot/Yuukoku no Moriarty | ota / MtP cast / Liam preferred

Charles Foster Offdensen (Metalocalypse)

monsignor john pruitt | midnight mass. ( ota )

Luka —OC— lmk if ocs are gucci bc hey, they’d both be vamps!

Cassian Lynch | OC | M/M

luocha | honkai star rail | ota

Eligre, the Lady Crow || high fantasy OC || OTA

dracule "hawk eyes" mihawk | one piece (la)

Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal | m/f

Georgios | Fate/Grand Order | OTA

Rezo the Red Priest | Slayers | OTA

Dunham Thorton | OC | M/M