"to thee do we send up our sighs"
~ a Gargoyle!Ghost/Priest!Soap AU ~
w/ @sundaycat.bsky.social's art (tba soon!) 💖
#ghostsoap #gargoyleghostau #hibirenwrites #nsfw #heresykinktober2025
Word Count: 14.5k | Chapters: 10
Rating: NR/NSFW | (Full TWs in Fic)
archiveofourown.org/works/726059...
~ a Gargoyle!Ghost/Priest!Soap AU ~
w/ @sundaycat.bsky.social's art (tba soon!) 💖
#ghostsoap #gargoyleghostau #hibirenwrites #nsfw #heresykinktober2025
Word Count: 14.5k | Chapters: 10
Rating: NR/NSFW | (Full TWs in Fic)
archiveofourown.org/works/726059...
October 23, 2025 at 6:07 PM
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realized my gargoyle!ghost wip fits into #heresykinktober2025 altar sex, catholic guilt, improper use of a rosary, prayers during sex & (technically) incense as an aphrodisiac... and more ✨✨ (for minimal spoilers 👀😉)
at 10.5k words, I'm almost done!
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap #gargoyleghostau #nsfw
at 10.5k words, I'm almost done!
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap #gargoyleghostau #nsfw
![[black background, white text. CONTAINS NSFW TEXT.]
“If only I could give you more,” Ghost mused, “One day… I will.”
Johnny moaned again. Hot tears streamed down his face as Ghost’s mouth shattered his sense of control into dust. His rosary beads snagged on one of the gargoyle’s horns when Johnny suddenly reached out to grab onto something, anything that was within reach that he could cling to. Ghost growled in pleasure, and the rumble of the soft stone against his hot flesh was almost enough. Almost enough… just a little more…
Dizzying heat pooled in Johnny’s gut and flooded his senses. He wanted to tell Ghost to keep going, to stop, something—but his mouth kept forging through the prayer even though he wanted to scream Ghost’s name until his voice gave out.
“…to thee do we send up our… sighs, mourning and—mmnhh—m-mourning and weeping in… i-in this vale of t-tears—” MacTavish faltered, inhaled deeply, and he would have continued on if Ghost hadn’t started stroking his palms across Johnny’s thighs, up his chest, pinning him down as he—oh, steaming Jesus—
The praying stopped. Johnny’s mouth hung open in silent rapture as he convulsed like a man possessed atop the altar. Ghost’s mouth flooded with seed, and Johnny barely had enough strength to raise his head to watch as the gargoyle’s lips split open and spilled it all back onto Johnny’s thighs, earning several unexpected lashes of it across his mouth as Johnny failed to fight off a second wave. The gargoyle licked his lips with a debauched grin and tongued at the mess pooling between them like he was starving for it.
“No more prayers, Johnny?” asked Ghost with breathless glee, “How was your first taste of sin? I’d say mine was… very fulfilling.” With a hint of softer mournfulness in his voice, he muttered, “I’d swallow it if I could, but… there’s nowhere for it to go.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4qzjoltoyv6sbzv6zzjhdeas/bafkreihqc5zsxjaw4ekaghcjom75svyuea7tt2g63otwinkdzyk364cg6e@jpeg)
October 14, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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October will be full of monsterfucker shenanigans >:] here's a little snippet of the gargyole!ghost/priest!soap AU collab that I'm particularly proud of as a thank you to everyone 🥰🥰
as That Guy That Writes A Billion AUs, I'm very happy to be supported 🥺💜
#ghostsoap #hibirenwrites #gargoyleghostau
as That Guy That Writes A Billion AUs, I'm very happy to be supported 🥺💜
#ghostsoap #hibirenwrites #gargoyleghostau
![[black background, white text. Ghost's spoken dialogue is italicized.]
“You do all this good,” mused Ghost as his cool hand rubbed slow, broad circles over Johnny’s back, “for everyone but yourself. Where is your support—in your vicars, or the acolytes? God? Has anyone ever thanked you? …No?” The gargoyle kneeled in front of Johnny and frowned as he rested his hand on the priest’s thigh. “Every day from my pedestal I would watch you pace around the grounds, tending to everyone that comes here. Not once has someone returned the favor. Yes, I’ve been watching. Ungrateful, the lot of them…”
Dangerous. This was getting dangerous… but Ghost spoke a tempting truth. Johnny spent every waking moment tending to the weary, the sick and desperate… preaching and intervening and praying and speaking on behalf of his community—rarely did he receive a meaningful thanks outside of the standard exchanged graces and pleasantries. It hadn’t bothered MacTavish at all over the years because he never had enough time to sit down and think about it. Was it wrong of him to want his work acknowledged? It wasn’t praise he searched for, but recognition.
“Let me,” whispered the gargoyle, his hushed voice like wind-rustled pebbles, “let me show you kindness, Johnny.”
Something began to stir deep inside the priest, like a flame kindling to life. Everywhere Ghost touched him, his skin began to burn under his vestments until MacTavish feared he might actually burst into flames. He jolted upright and lurched toward the open skylight ledge, seeking fresh air and relief. Immediately, his hair and shoulders soaked through with rain. Even that wasn’t enough to cool him down. He was feverish with need. For what? He couldn’t say, not with words. When Johnny’s pleading eyes searched the angry gray sky for answers, none came. Only more rain, slicking down his face and pooling on the stone sill beneath his palms.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4qzjoltoyv6sbzv6zzjhdeas/bafkreib4cfxbgtqpiev3ho2cvqaapfhbzf33rhw7orde323lfwzrwikjuq@jpeg)
October 11, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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Happy Monsterfucker Month Everyone >:]
@sundaycat.bsky.social is collabing with me on a gargoyle!ghost/priest!soap AU and it's gonna be gooooddd ❤️🔥 I'm writing the story, to be paired with cat's glorious arts! (yes, it'll be bottom!ghost 😉)
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap #gargoyleghostau #kinktober
@sundaycat.bsky.social is collabing with me on a gargoyle!ghost/priest!soap AU and it's gonna be gooooddd ❤️🔥 I'm writing the story, to be paired with cat's glorious arts! (yes, it'll be bottom!ghost 😉)
#hibirenwrites #ghostsoap #gargoyleghostau #kinktober
![[black background, white text]
“Please, come out—I’m not here to hurt you,” Johnny said softly, expecting a small child or perhaps a panicked cat.
A harsh growl answered, “you can’t hurt me.”
It wasn’t a voice he recognized.
“May I please come in?” asked Johnny as he set his trembling hand on the doorknob, leaning on the wall to stay upright. His back was sore and throbbed with every step he took up those stairs, but he had to make sure whoever was in the tower knew that they were safe now. “The men are gone. Did you scare them off? What happened to you?”
The door creaked open as Johnny pushed it inward. He was met with immediate resistance as a broad palm slipped into the open space to stop him. The skin was gray and scarred, cracked and chipped and mottled with still-wet raindrops. When the palm closed into a fist, the sound of grinding stones filled MacTavish’s ears.
Johnny looked up, slowly, and his heart pounded as he met eyes with the anguished face he knew so well.
“Father,” said the gargoyle with a sad grin, “forgive me, for I have sinned.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4qzjoltoyv6sbzv6zzjhdeas/bafkreihcs5qztrnmuhnwhsqagjncqeja4uvqt3xi5fe65d3jxkjjpmg4ki@jpeg)
October 5, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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