#wolfe writes

[wolfegoddess]

Priest Sabo x nun Reader x priest Ace

Random little ramble I wrote after my friend confessed they're into priests now 😅 I'll probably write more for this eventually-

Also thank you to all my friends who encouraged me to post this, I love you all and you know who you are. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

TW- blasphemy, edging, priests, masturbating, body worship, low-key sexual harassment but reader is into them too?

This went against everything they'd ever known. They'd been abandoned at the church together as babies, raised to be true men of the cloth, lived by the holy code. They were the top priests of the church and were extremely honored to know they were shepherding the Lord's lambs to true salvation.

Until you arrived.

You were so beautiful that the first time they met you, the men were sure you were a divine maiden sent from their lord himself. Soft, kind hearted, with eyes that seemed to truly see through them. You were so breathtakingly beautiful that that night the men made their first true sins against their father.

Ace came four times fisting himself in the bath thinking about how soft your lips looked when you softly mouthed his name. "Father Portgas".

Sabo was much more debauched already, grinding his leaking, aching cock between his pillow over and over again. The sight of your deep, intense, gaze as you confidently looked into his eyes playing on repeat until he was growling and grunting, soft whispers on your name falling from his pretty lips like a mantra once he finally spilled his yearning for you.

They were down, truthfully and utterly down horribly bad for you after that night. They'd find any reason to touch you, Ace resting his large, warm hand on the dip of your back as he leaned over you to examine the scripture you were reading. Or Sabo grasping your hips to steady you on the library ladder as you reach to grab an old book to help them put together the next sermon.

'It's innocent.' They thought, doing these things, only to use these moments as new material for their nightly, secretive, worships of your pull on them.

By the first month you're in the church Ace and Sabo are unable to help themselves from getting painfully hard the moment you enter the same room as them, barely able to focus on your questions as their minds reel with lavish debauched fantasies of worshipping your divine maiden body.

Unbeknownst to them you aren't fairing much better yourself. The first time you caught either of them moaning your name quietly was two weeks after arriving. You'd wanted to discuss his sermon from the day with Sabo and your body froze outside of his barely cracked door as you heard a low moan of your name. Heat danced up your neck, realizing what was happening when you peeked in and seen him hunched over his pillow. His golden locks sweaty from how hard and long he'd been fucking into his pillow thinking of you. It was so wrong. How heat pooled in your gut and without thinking, you slipped your small hand in your sleeve to reach down and feel the growing wetness in your panties.

You were truly, and utterly debauched realizing you liked being wanted by him. Silently masturbating as you watched, fingers slipping clumsily and inexperienced against your lower lips until you brushed against a bundle of nerves and nearly choked on a quiet gasp. You stopped then, fixing yourself before silently shutting his door to go and find Ace to ask for confessional.

Imagine your surprise when you stop at his door and raise your hand to knock only to hear a much louder groan of your name from behind the old oak door. Not one, but both desired you? Your head swam with thoughts, guilt, shame, but mostly arousal and curiosity. Surely it would be the gravest sin to approach either of them about this.. To voice you were interested too?

[mr-donut-p-tassium]

The Picnic

I don't usually post writing here, but most things The Tulip Town Tragedy goes here, so! yeah here

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Today’s the day that Rita has invited her friend Woolfred out on a picnic! She’s very excited about it, but she is also very nervous about it. They agreed to meet up by the Sunflower Fields, near the forest. She’s bringing the food in the basket with a blanket. She double checks, triple checks, and quadruple checks everything before heading out. This has to be just perfect.

When she arrives, she spots Woolfred already there. He’s looking out at the fields of sunflowers, arms behind his back and a content look on his face. He has not spotted Rita yet.

“Woolfred,” Rita runs over, basket in hand. “I’m sorry I’m late!”

“Rita Rose.” Woolfred regards her with a warm smile. “You’re quite alright, my dear. I arrived rather early.” 

Woolfred chuckles quietly “It’s a nice day for a walk, so I decided ‘why not!’ and took the scenic route here from The Manse.”

Rita gives a small smile, albeit a bit strained, and nods. She starts to set up the blanket, but her hands are trembling. She struggles with the blanket, eyes narrowing as the struggle continues. Woolfred frowns before moving closer to her.

“Let me help with this, Rita” Woolfred attempts to grab a corner of the blanket.

“No!” Rita exclaims, swatting Woolfred’s hand away. “I invited you out here to-to relax! Not.. Not work! I-I got this, Woolfred.”

Woolfred’s frown deepens as he puts a hand over hers, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Please just let me help you.”

Rita sniffles and nods. Rita takes deep breaths as they work together to set up the blanket to be just right. They set the basket in the middle and Woolfred looks upon their work with a look of satisfaction. Woolfred sits down on the blanket and offers a hand to Rita, giving her something to stabilize herself as she sits down.

Rita begins taking the food she’s made out. Sandwiches, mostly, but a couple pastries and some juice in jars. Woolfred lets out a noise of interest as he watches her take out the different foods.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Rita dear.” Woolfred smiles at her as he grabs himself a sandwich. “Thank you, Rita. I’m glad you invited me out.”

“Y-yeah. Of course, Woolfred..” Rita takes a deep breath before continuing. “I want.. I want to apologize.”

Woolfred tilts his head at her. “Whatever for, Rita dear?”

“B-Because.. Because.. U-uhm..” Rita sniffles. “I m-missed the celebration you-you worked hard on.. And I-I know you really wanted everyone to c-come and-and I felt like I couldn’t and-” Rita cuts herself off with a small sob.

“Oh.. Oh nonono, dear, it’s okay.” Woolfred holds a hand out to her, offering it for her to take. 

Rita takes his hand with one of hers, and Woolfred puts his other hand on top. He just holds her hand, giving a small comforting smile.

“It’s quite alright, Rita. Yes, I would’ve liked it if you could’ve come, but I much prefer your comfort and happiness over attendance.” Woolfred explained, “you’re important to me, dear. Much more important than the parties I like to throw.”

Rita rubs her eyes with her free hand, another sob leaving her. “I-I wanted to come. I.. I r-really did, but-but I got so o-overwhelmed and-and I…”

Woolfred softly shushes her, squeezing her hand gently. “I don’t mind, Rita dear. Do what you need for your health. Your mental health is just as important as physical health.” Woolfred raises her hand to press his forehead against it, eyes closed. “All I ask is for you to take care of yourself.”

Rita nods, her whole body shaking. “I-I can do th-that.. I… I.. uhm.. T-thank you, Woolfred. It-it means a lot t-to me..”

“Of course, my dear.” Woolfred lifts his head, regarding her with a gentle smile. “If you ever need time away from others, please take that time. You will not offend us. I promise”

“Thank you… I.. I appreciate this..” Rita sniffles, taking a shaky deep breath

Woolfred hums, “Besides, we can have our own celebration with this lovely picnic you set up for us!”

Rita smiles, still teary eyed. “Y-Yeah… Yeah! We can.. Just me and you. You’re the best, Woolfred”

“Awh.. Heh.. I try my best, kiddo.” Woolfred lightly scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. “We can always have our own celebrations, Rita. Anytime you want.”

Rita nods with a big smile. Things settle down and the two of them enjoy their picnic together, chatting away. It’s mostly Woolfred talking, but Rita doesn’t mind. She likes to listen.

[wolfe-marvin]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48546835

Something You Aren’t

Word Count: 777 words

Tw: transphobia (minor commentary toward a nonbinary character)

Description: The Big Bad Bazz Brigade is out on vacation. When they get split up in a shopping district, Bazz unfortunately is faced with the less than respectful views of a lone Sheikah.

Note: it’s mostly fluff? Sort of. I started writing, and it was supposed to be a Roleplay starter for my wife, but I got a little carried away and couldn’t figure out how to work it into being a starter rather than a whole story. Either way, here you go! Enjoy. If you draw anything, I’d love if you tagged me!

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The ONE TIME Bazz takes time away from the Zora Domain. Not on duty. Just traveling with the Bazz Brigade. They’re stopped in a little miscellaneous shop, the rest of the Bazz brigade out on the road outside or ahead to a different part of the shopping district.

They don’t even recognize that it’s them being spoken to at first, pausing to tilt their head to look in the direction of the other. “Me?” Bazz questions, standing up straighter and placing the item in their hand back down on a shelf.

“Yes.” The masked figure clicks back, stepping back slightly as if Bazz would get aggressive. Confusion flits over the Zora’s face in an instant. “How am I delusional?” The captain clicks, turning fully toward them.

“You’re a man, but you pretend you aren’t. You don’t stop being it because you think you aren’t.” The figure tsks.

Bazz actually takes a pause, registering that for a moment. While Bazz had been planning on giving them a response, they don’t even get anything out before the person’s figure is freezing in place.

The Sheikah is stumbling back, knocking an item off one of the shelves in the process, practically scrambling out of the shop in the same instant. Leaving Bazz even more confused. “….weird guy,” They muttered, shaking their head as they turn back around toward what they had been looking at. Only to get spooked as they accidentally bump into Sidon, who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“I thought you were waiting outside?” Bazz huffs slightly, looking up at their friend. The prince is definitely getting up there in height nowadays, practically towering over most average sized Zora (and other races for that matter).

Sidon flashed a sheepish smile toward the other. “I saw something that caught my eye. Are you okay?” He questions, tilting his head even though he’s already ducked down slightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Bazz questions, side-eyeing their friend.

Sidon hummed quietly, glancing away. “No reason,” He replied, “but I think I’m going to step out again. This shop is not quite built for my size.”

Bazz snorts sharply, watching as the comically huge Zora Prince just about bonk his head on the ceiling. “…No kidding. I’ll get whatever it is you were looking at, just get out. Before you give yourself brain damage preferably. Or break something, for that matter.”

Sidon waves them off, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. I changed my mind. I’m just going to go wait outside.”

Bazz shakes their head, “Suit yourself.”

Sidon flashed a smile before trying to make his way out of the shop- succeeding but not without smacking his forehead on the doorframe.

Bazz snickers softly as they hear the Zora swear under his breath.

It’s not long before the captain is following suit, paying for their things and making their way out. Only to hear something along the lines of “Feral Zora! He’ll kill you!” from an (unfortunately) familiar voice. The Sheikah was pointing in Bazz’s direction, but, upon them moving to the side, the pointing revealed it was the prince that was the target of the claim.

Sidon snorts, just flashing a bright grin in the other’s direction. All the sunshine vibes he could muster were poured into it. “I’m sorry if we spooked you, but unfortunately your ignorant accusations toward our friend were uncalled for, and you could use a bit of humility.” He states, still smiling despite his very pointed words. Flashing extremely pointy teeth in the process, which only manages to further crumble the Sheikah’s composure, their hands shaking as they point. “SEE?!”

Bazz blinks, confusion flirting across their face. “What did you do?” They drawl, fixating their look on the Prince of the Zora.

“Nothing. He’s delusional. Pretending we’re something, we are not.” Sidon shrugs.

It clicks then what might have happened, and Bazz’s gaze flits from between the horrified Sheikah to their sunshine friend. A warmth blooms in the captain’s chest at once. They’ve never felt more validated than in that moment.

“Well. That’s too bad. They seemed nice.” Bazz drawls, a smile finding its way onto their face. “Let’s get on our way anyway and catch up with the others; we’re wasting daylight.”

Sidon’s expression blinks into his own confusion before flirting back into a more genuine grin. “For sure. Let’s go, then.”

Bazz shakes their head, amusement slipping through as they started on the path. And If the Sheikah has anymore left to say, neither of them pay it any attention from there.

[wolfe-marvin]

Does anyone know me? Or am I truly cursed to walk this earth, a canvas filled to the brim with intricate artistry done in invisible ink that no one has a black light for?

A hive mind, yet no extensions of one’s self exists. Does a hive truly exist when there is and can only be one?

I live my life as an open notebook, each page covered in writing, yet rain has smeared each and every letter.

[wolfe-marvin]

“Some nights, he is the man who was broken instead of the hero that survived.”

Writing prompt if anyone feels like using it. If you do, tag me! I’d love to read it.

[wolfeflow]

A feeling is an idea with roots.

our fortune cookies, sept. 2020

We had an outing for Asian noodles; it was a mutual craving. About a year had passed since he moved to my city, but he had yet to try the best Chinese restaurant in town, despite the fact that it was around the corner from where we worked together. We finished our shift & walked a block over, bantering as usual about whatever silly things crossed our minds. We always fueled each other’s humor & creativity. 

Our feast was saucy, spicy, and beyond satisfying. We ordered a fried appetizer of some sort, two very different but very complimentary entrees, and multiple mojitos. We shared everything from the food, to our views on & experiences with relationships, to our latest tattoo ideas. I agreed to help him structure the tree he wanted on his forearm. The picture he had in his mind involved an intricate root system. We bounced ideas around until we couldn’t handle another bite. Food comas settling in, we got a to-go box, split the check, and opened our fortune cookies. They said the same thing, in eerie synchronicity with our conversation topics.

Truly a once in a lifetime phenomenon. Never before, and never since, have I gotten the same fortune as a dining partner. In any other situation, I’m sure it would have bothered me. But not this one. We shared an equally amused moment and walked to our usual bike rack. He insisted I take the leftovers, and we went our separate ways.

Within the next couple weeks, we were at the end of yet another night out, unwinding at the bar with a few other coworkers after surviving yet another shift. Typical shenanigans. After a couple rounds of drinks, the members of our group dwindled. As usual, he and I were the last ones standing. The bar was closing soon, so we took one last tequila shot, and went on our merry way to our bikes.

As I went in for our regular hug, he went in for a kiss. It was becoming more & more apparent that there may be something between us, but I never planned to act on it. As soon as his lips touched mine, however...everything changed. The moment could never be compared to anything else. The amount of joy, relief, ecstasy, comfort, and wonder that filled me was indescribable. Suddenly I realized, Asian noodles wasn’t the only mutual craving we had.

The next night at work, everything was normal. As was the post-work outing. Once everyone else was gone, we made the executive decision to go make out somewhere. I showed him my favorite rooftop, where we spent hours every night that week. Things only escalated from here.

Emerging from an effortless friendship, our relationship was just like every Chinese feast we had since the first - saucy, spicy, and beyond satisfying. We understood & respected each other, we brought the best out of each other, and we loved each other wholeheartedly. We created potential business plans together & won stacks of cash betting on our foosball games. We were equally playful & sincere, and we always had each other’s back. It was the most fulfilled I have ever felt.

Some say they feel that something was written in the stars. For us, it was written in the cookies: a feeling is an idea with roots. Our ideas were fueled by our roots; creating an intricate system of feeling. We could have gone so far together. Understanding who we both are as individuals, I couldn’t fight it when he suddenly called it off. But I was entirely crushed. It feels like we grew so much under the ground and were just barely sprouting into the beautiful, collaborative tree we knew we could be. Now there is just an abandoned baby tree in my spirit with the deepest roots. 

The fortune is still tacked to my bulletin board of memorabilia, next to the candid polaroid my roommate took of us on Valentine’s day. The purest form of adoration always has & always will exist between us. He never hurt me, and that’s exactly why the pain is so heavy. But all good things come to an end, and this too shall pass.

[wolfeflow]

“I glance at this photo on my bulletin board of memorabilia every day, but today, it hits different.

It was the last night I chilled in my last apartment before I started packing it up. This space was MY SPACE. Emerging from dark times, I exploded all over every inch of my 620 square feet. The bushes right outside my window were tall & luscious, so I called it the jungle. Just me, myself, and my lovely purring fur child. 

The day after this photo was taken, I quickly realized I’d procrastinated packing too long. However, in retrospect, I knew I didn’t want to leave. I savored every second I still had in my jungle. I lived so many lifetimes there, it was hard to believe my time in the place had come to an end. It was only last August, but the lifetimes I’ve lived since make it seem like years have passed. 

I had a dream last night that I was moving & had put off packing again. The pressure that filled the dream matched how I felt on my real life packing day, and now it feels like this eleven month old photo was taken just last week. I’m so grateful for where I am now.

TL;DR: cherish your moments, embrace opportunities, give yourself ample time to pack before a move, eat strawberries seductively, & never sit like a lady. Pinkies out!”

- Jerrwolfe via Instagram, 22 June 2k21.