#i don’t think i could do a full priest kink

[peterman-spideyparker]

Pure (Matt Murdock x Fem!Virgin!Reader)

Author’s Note: Well, everyone, I’ve strapped on my slut pants for this one. How I got this idea, I don’t know. All I know is that I had it, wrote it, needed to take a cold shower in the middle of writing it, and finished it. I think it’s even a little funnier after this last episode of She-Hulk, especially since I wrote it before I saw it. Is this self-serving? Yes. Is this also the perfect alternative fic option for me to include a gif of Bed Matt™️ when I wanted to but didn’t for another fic? Also yes. Enjoy, sluts (affectionate)! :)

Summary: After Matt overhears a conversation between you and Karen, his feelings that he holds for you already take on a new life, and his thoughts won’t rest until he sees them through.

Warnings: Fluff, mutual friends pining but neither of them know it until they know it, swearing, smut (virgin reader, nervous/excited reader, oral - f!receiving, fingering, sloppy kisses, P in V, praise kink! praise kink!, soft!dom!Matt (did I use that right?), Communication King Murdock, light corruption kink?, unprotected sex--if I’m gonna do a corruption kink, I might as well go all the way on it), cutesy cuteness because I just love seeing Matt happy.

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 5,957

Matt’s not sure what word he’d use to describe you—one single term seems impossible to ascribe. Every time he tries to think of one, it never seems to capture your essence. You’re the furthest thing from selfish, and you only want to help those around you. You’re like light, a soothing breeze on a warm summer day.

One day, he’s talking with Father Lantom, finally having taken the old priest up on his offer of a latte at a chat. When the word “pure” falls from his lips, Matt immediately thinks of you—your kindness, your laugh, your optimism, and your heart. Everything about you is pure, and only enhances every last thing that you do. 

But when Matt overhears you talking with Karen the following week, both Foggy and him up to their necks in casework, he comes to realize just how true that connotation is.

“So,” you hum, a lithe tone up-pitching your voice. “How’s everything going with you and Frank.”

Karen blushes and laughs, shaking her head as she files paperwork while you print. “We’re doing good. We went to Coney Island last night.”

“Cute. Did he win you a giant stuffed animal?”

“Actually, yeah. A giant frog.”

“That’s so sweet, I think I’m gonna get a cavity from the story. A full night just playing carnival games?”

“Well, we kind of cut it short. We went back to my place, and, well.”

It takes a second for it to click for you. “Oh.”

“C’mon, (Y/N)! You know how it is. That giddy excitement, especially when you haven’t had a chance to see one another in a long time. You get handsy with each other, he whispers something in your ear . . .”

You nervously clear your throat, and Matt can hear you nod your head as you work to organize the papers printing on the braille machine. Your heart is racing. “Y-Yeah,” you breathe. “Of course.”

Karen notices your shift in tone. “(Y/N), you have done it, haven’t you?”

“Well, um . . .”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I—,” she tries to backpedal.

“No, Kare, it’s fine. It’s just something I’ve done yet, that’s all.”

“Can I ask why?” she asks hesitantly.

Matt can hear you shrug. 

“It’s a big step,” you say softly. “And I don’t know . . .”

“Is it like a religion thing, or—?”

“No.” You pause, unsure how to explain your mentality, mortified when your brain plays a ‘What if?’ situation with the idea and your crush on Matt. “If I’m not good at it or . . . I don’t know. It’s the idea that they could just leave the next day because they don’t like me anymore or because I wasn’t good enough. I’ve been rejected for less. I don’t want that to be added to the list of reasons why. To know that they’d stay is important for me. So far, none of them have or have wanted to.”

Matt feels his heart sink while Karen shuffles, unsure of what to say. 

“I know the right guy is out there for you,” she settles on. “And I’m sure when you find him and when you’re ready, you’ll know, and it’ll be great. So great, you won’t be able to walk right.”

You let out a soft sigh; with your dating history, you’re not entirely convinced that her words are true, but you appreciate her sentiment. “A girl can only hope, right?”

He’s so caught up in what he just heard, Matt barely registers your footsteps moving towards his office. A gentle knock on his door brings him into the present and away from his thoughts. 

“I’ve got those files for you,” you say. “I can put it in the case folder if you want and you can get to them when you’re ready.”

Matt clears his throat and straightens. “I can take them,” he says with a little tilt of his head and a smile. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Matt,” you say, placing them in his open hand before you walk back to your desk. 

After overhearing your conversation, Matt can’t prevent his mind from wandering. He’s thought about maybe asking you out before, but he’s been worried that with everything he is, everything he does, he’d ruin your friendship. But now that he had overheard this conversation? Not only does he wonder what it’d be like to kiss you, but now to feel your body under his, completely at his mercy as he is the first person to explore you in the most intimate of ways, his hands being the only thing to give you support as he ruts into you, feeling you clench him tightly. Having you sit in his lap, bouncing up and down, rocking back and forth, your face buried in his neck as you moan and whine just for him. Bending you over his desk, leaning over you to kiss down your spine, marking up your flesh . . .

“Are you even paying attention to a word in saying?” Foggy says. Matt couldn’t tell God Himself the point at which his best friend and partner entered his office he’s so lost in thought. 

“Sorry, no,” Matt says sheepishly. 

“Who is it this time? That short lawyer with the curly hair heading the new GLK/H office in SoHo?”

He chuckles nervously and shakes his head. “No, not her.”

“Well, I expect the full details when you’re a little less horny.”

“Sure, Fog,” he appeases. “What’s up?”

“I have some things for the discovery on the Christiansen case. Turns out the McNeils were a little less honest than they lead us to believe . . .”

“Thanks for staying late,” Matt says, casually leaning against his office door frame, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie long gone somewhere in his office with a few buttons undone. 

“No problem, Matt,” you smile, adjusting at your desk to turn and smile at him. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“You always do more than you’re ‘here for’, (Y/N).” He pauses and licks his lips. “You know how much I appreciate you, right? Everything that you do, both for your job here and what you do outside of work.”

“Thanks, Matty,” you say softly, his words making a warm feeling spread across your skin.

He leans away from the doorframe, slowly walking toward where you sit, his hands in his pockets. “You want to get out of here? We could grab a bite, if you want.” His fingers graze over his watch. “It’s late, and I can’t go starving my favorite employee.”

You laugh, the pads of your chair gliding across the floor as you stand up and move toward him. “Don’t let Foggy hear you say that.”

“Eh, he doesn’t count. We’re partners. You’ve stepped up in an incredibly huge way since Karen started at the Bulletin full-time. Nelson and Murdock would’ve sunk without you.”

A blush burns at your cheeks as you dip your head. “You’re giving me too much credit, Matt. It’s all you and Foggy.”

Matt lifts your chin with his finger, gently urging you to look at his face, to stare at his eyes behind his the red lenses of his glasses. 

“You’re too good for everyone, you know that? Pure,” he says softly, his voice hitting a low register. “If people can’t recognize that, they don’t deserve you.”

You’re afraid that your words will catch in your throat while your heart races. “Are you saying that you deserve me?” you whisper. 

“I’d love to think I do, but, you’re far too good for me. But I’d like to stick around—find that answer out for sure.” He takes a half step closer, feeling your body heat pour onto his frame. “Tell me to stop,” Matt breathes, his voice hitting a sinful timbre as his hot breath tickles your skin. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Matthew, I . . .” you whisper, your lashes fluttering as you try to keep your thoughts straight.

You shouldn’t. He’s your boss. 

He’s your friend. 

But you want him. 

And he wants you. First and foremost, he wants you for who you are and how you make him feel.

You’ve never felt this before. You’ve never had your heart race so fast and your brain short circuit like this. 

“Words, angel.”

Those two words make you lose all self control as you crash your lips to Matt’s, your arms flinging around his neck, your fingers running through his hair and tugging at the strands. Matt moans against your lips, pulling you impossibly close as he leans forward to meet your kisses. Your bodies spin around, pinning you between him and the wall as you exchange passionate embraces. The metal of Matt’s glasses creak between the force of your kisses. Matt’s tongue deftly slides into your mouth, needing to taste every inch of you. Your noses smush together as Matt tightens his grip on your waist, keeping your body in place as he pushes against you. This feeling of his hips against yours is enough to send goosebumps all over your body, parting your lips in a moan that allow him to capture your bottom lip between his, his teeth tugging at the flesh. You’re both breathing heavily as you stand in the office.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Matt admits, tucking some hair being your ear. His hand gently slides down to your neck, holding onto you softly before leaning forward to kiss you again. His tongue parts your lips once more, making the kiss a little sloppy and wet. His lips are as soft and plush as a new pillow, easily clouding your thoughts and judgement.

“Matt, wait,” you stop him, your hands on his chest to create some distance between the two of you, your chest suddenly feeling too small for your beating heart.

Oh no, he thinks. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad.

“(Y/N), listen, I’m sorry, I—,” he starts, but you halt him with some soft taps to his chest.

“No, Matt. It’s just . . . Well, I’ve never . . . I haven’t . . .” You dip your head, embarrassed at the moment, just like you have felt every time you’ve gotten to this point before. Unlike the other times, however, there is so much more weighing on this for you—this is Matt. “I don’t want to just be a fling for you, Matt. I can’t be a fling. I . . . I care about you too much.”

Matt hears your heart race faster, your entire being on the verge of becoming a complete and utter mess. You’re not sure at what point you started to have feelings for Matt, but you know that they’re there and they’re strong—the fact that he even reciprocates them in the slightest is exciting and terrifying. But at the same time, you know that Matt has quite a reputation, and you don’t want to be just another name on a long list of ladies.

Matt moves one of your hands directly above his heart, holding your other firmly in his. “You could never be a fling. You’re so much more to me than any relationship I’ve had before. It’s only you. And I want to show you just how much I mean that.”

Matt’s words wash over you like warm water from your shower head, His heart beats steadily with each word, the posture of your hand on his chest a silent, wonderful reassurance that he means everything he says. You capture his lips with yours, the embrace languid and tender but absolutely brimming with burning desire. He smiles down at you after your lips part, his nose brushing against yours. “Then I guess the question is if you can keep your hands to yourself long enough for us to make it back to my place.”

The door to his loft isn’t even closed before you bring your lips back to his, pulling him by his shirt collar and into your body, snaking you hands over his shoulders and onto the back of his neck when you feel you have him close enough. Matt’s hands slide down your body and under your thighs, lifting them up around his waist. You moan in delight into his mouth, his lips moving to your neck to nip, suck, and lick at the think skin that you are all too eagerly offering him. He tosses his glasses on the table by the door as he walks your bodies from the entryway to the bedroom. Matt’s attempt to gently place you down on the mattress is skewed by his own growing desire, turning the motion into more of a toss, your body bouncing up and down on the furniture.

Matt kneels at the edge of the bed, volleying kisses back and forth on the inside of your legs. Pushing up the fabric of your flowing skirt, he gains access to your thighs, becoming a little more aggressive with his ministrations, nibbling at the skin, licking down the little stings that accompany it. You let out breathy little sighs, each press of Matt’s lips against your skin making your heart race in a glorious fashion. Each kiss moves higher up your leg, spreading new branches of goosebumps and warmth all over.

That when you feel it—an overpowering wetness between you legs, trapped in your panties. 

“Matt,” you breathe. Internally panicking that you’ve started your period far before you were supposed to, you wanted to push Matt away to save your embarrassment. But Matt knows exactly what really happened—it’s a sign of your enjoyment, your eagerness for him, your want. You really are so pure. Part of him feels guilty for making a move on you like this no matter how readily you accepted him, no matter how you both feel for one another, but the thought of being your first, being the one to tarnish that pristine virtue, to make you his, it makes him rock hard. 

His hands snake up your thighs and push them wide open, letting your scent hit through his nose, permitting through your panties. 

“Matt,” you try again, begging God above or whatever supreme being is there to spare you any further embarrassment. 

“You smell so pretty for me, angel,” he groans, brushing his nose on your clothed core. “Can’t imagine how you taste.”

Matt presses soft kisses to your clothed core, pulling a whine from your lips. 

“Your panties are so soft,” he mutters, nipping at you through the soft, thin fabric some more. “I bet your cunt is even softer.”

Dragging his lips up your panties, he grasps the hem of your underwear with his teeth, slowly pulling it down your hips and off your body. You watch the movement as Matt seductively works, and you’re shocked to find the inside of your panties void of any red color. Instead there is just a large damp spot in the middle and a long string of a clear something coming from you and to the fabric. Once your underwear is midway down your thighs, Matt uses his calloused fingers to slide them off of your body, letting the fabric pool on the floor between his bent legs and the bed. 

“I want you to tell me how it feels,” Matt whispers, his hot breath fanning across your glistening folds as his nose brushes up against the top of your pubic mound, placing a little kiss there in anticipation. “I want to hear those pretty little sounds fall from your lips, okay?”

You don’t even get a proper chance to really comprehend or answer his question. Matt’s lips are on you in a second, pressing a soft, open kiss right on a special bundle of nerves that make you moan and your heart sharply skip a beat.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he smirks, gently grazing his hands over your exposed thighs. “That feel nice, hm?”

“Yes,” you breathe, looking down at him, the sight of his face between your legs sending you absolutely wild. “Do it again.”

A devilish smile grows on his lips before he complies to your request, this time adding light sucks to the way he wraps his plush lips around your clit. You can’t help the needy moans that fall out of your mouth, keening for more attention from his lips. You can feel Matt’s lips pull into a big smile as he continues to work his mouth. He pulls away for half of a second before licking a stripe up your folds. You whine, your back arching off of his mattress while your head tosses to the side. It’s like you’re not in control of your body while Matt’s lips are on you, twisting and turning into the pleasure. Matt has to use his forearm and one of his strong hands to pin your hips down to the mattress as he eats you out like a starved man. The combination of licks, sucks, and kisses turn you into a whimpering and moaning mess. When he lightens the embraces, you think you’re getting off easily. What you don’t expect is for a finger from Matt’s free hand to lightly brush up against your glistening folds. You suck in a hiss at the sensation, causing Matt to glance back up toward you while his finger continues to move up and down. 

The sight is something glorious. His fluffy brown hair is disheveled and the tip of his nose, lips, and chin are covered in a marvelous slick from having his face buried between your legs. His honey hazel eyes are warm as they focus just to the right of you, making you feel safe as you cross a boundary you can never come back from.

“If you enjoyed that, angel, I think you’ll like what comes next,” Matt teases, his voice low with lust.

Dragging his fingers back down, you feel him at your opening. His fingers, absolutely covered in your arousal, gently push your lips open as he feels you; then, he carefully prods your entrance with his middle finger, pushing in slowly. Your eyes flutter shut and you moan as you feel him, slowly moving his finger in and out of you.

“Tell me how that feels, angel,” he urges, unable to stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss to your hipbone.

“G-good,” you exhale, closing your eyes to focus on the way that he manages to sneak his finger a little bit deeper in you each time.

“And do you like this better?” Matt punctuates his question with a curl of his finger, the tip of his digit scraping against your wrinkly walls and hitting something soft and spongey that draws an intense moan from you. A deep chuckle rolls from Matt’s lips and coats your warm body like honey. “Is that a yes, sweetheart? I need you to try and use your words for me.”

“Better,” you whine, writhing against his arm. “More.”

“More.” The way he coos my words back to you is somewhere between a question and amusement. Regardless of his exact tone, Matt carefully slides another finger in you. Rolling your head from one side to another, you let out a low groan, basking in how amazing the sensation feels as Matt manages to hit something so spongey and wonderful, increasing the pleasure with each ministration. You can’t but help the way that your toes curl and your back arches when he puts his mouth back on you. Your hand shoots towards his head, fingers tugging at his hair to keep him close. You’re an absolute mess as Matt works you, and you have no idea how or what to focus on more—his fingers or his mouth. What does begin to register, however, is a tightness in your tummy, a fluttering. You’re not exactly sure what’s going on, but you know that the longer that Matt works, the way that his touches set your body on fire, the more prominent the feeling gets.

You wine as he removes his fingers from you, his mouth kissing everywhere but where he had been thoroughly inspecting the real estate. Pushing your dress up and off your body, Matt wastes no time kissing as much of your gradually exposed skin as possible. Once the fabric is pushed over your head and off of your arms, Matt peppers kisses all over your collarbone and neck as he pulls your bra down and off, just avoiding your lips as he changes locations.

“You’re going so good, sweetheart,” he praises, his hands finding a home on your waist as he finally brings his lips to yours. “But that feeling you had? That good one in your tummy? I want to be in you when it finally lets go. Will you let me do that, angel?”

Matt barely has a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt “yes” and bring his mouth back on yours. The kiss is deep and needy, and he lets you undo his shirt and feel all over his sculpted figure. You don’t know what takes over you, but all you know is that you need Matt in every way, shape, and form possible. Matt finishes the work you started, wriggling off his white button down as he paints kisses all over your chest. His senses are in overdrive as he comes in contact with the supple skin of your breasts, his nose filling with a cocktail of your fruity body wash, your skin, and the thin sheen of sweat that has emerged on your body. While the noises you make as you move against his sheets is a beautiful symphony, the way your heart sings for him is the best thing he has heard in his entire life. Its rhythm is one of elation and tenderness—pure.

There’s that word again.

Even as you lay under Matt, completely at his mercy as the two of you engage in an activity that should pollute the very core of the term, but still manage to embody the fullest extent of the word.

As the thought crosses his mind as he brushes the tip of his nose up your skin to rejoin your lips, that’s when the thought comes to him.

You’re it for him.

“I thought I was the one who’s supposed to get flustered,” you chuckle breathily, your hand moving to caress his cheek. 

A smile pulls at Matt’s lips, bringing those beautiful crinkles out for your enjoyment. “I just want to remember this,” he explains softly before pulling you in for a lusty kiss, a moan falling from his lips into you. Matt gives your swollen and tingly skin a few more tender kisses before leaning back on his knees, undoing his belt and ridding himself of all fabric below the waist.

You suck in a gasp when you see his cock out, hard, painfully taut, and leaking. All for you. Matt shifts his weight to his left, twisting his body to reach for the nightstand. You take his hand in both of yours, preventing him from going anywhere.

“Angel, I—,” he starts, but you give his hand a squeeze.

“Matt, I want this,” you keen as you try to calm your excited breathing. Everything feels right. “I want you.” You pull him back into you, and he lowers himself over your body so his hair tuft flops in front. 

“Are you sure?” God above, is his voice so soft when he says that question. It’s brimmed with excitement, affection, tenderness, and nerves. 

“I’m sure,” you confirm as his thumb gently strokes back and forth on your cheek. The pad of his digit roams to your bottom lip, letting him feel just how soft it is. You open your mouth slightly, and Matt can’t help but slide his finger in, letting you capture it and envelope it in warmth. Now, it’s Matt’s turn to moan as he feels your tongue swirl around his finger, letting his mind wander to what your mouth would be link around his cock.

That question will have to be answered another time.

Right now, he wants nothing more than to be buried as far as he can possibly get in you.

Pulling out his finger, he presses one more kiss to your lips before adjusting himself between your spread legs. You've gotten even wetter for him, if that's at all possible, and the smell of it drives him up a wall.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay?" he tells you. "I want to hear those beautiful nosies from you, angel, but you need to stop me if it hurts and you need some time. Can I hear you promise me that?"

"Promise," you whisper, your heart racing in an out of control pace. Matt takes one of your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours in an effort to soothe you.

"Good girl," he coos. You feel a deep blush burn at your cheeks and your heart race as you squeeze his hand involuntarily. "You like that, huh? You like when I call you my good girl?" Just like earlier in the night, your brain short circuits when the name falls from his lips once more. "Oh, I think l'm gonna have fun with that," he teases, bringing your entwined hands to his lips for a kiss.

Carefully, Matt moves forward, and you can feel the head of his cock press against your opening. He pauses for a beat before he continues to press forward, making you a whimpering mess with each movement. With each gentle push into you, your pleasure grows.

"Wait," you squeak when the burning stretch becomes too much. "Hold on a second."

"That's my good girl," he praises. "Doing what I asked, using your words. Tell me when you're ready for more, angel."

As you take your time to adjust, Matt brings your wrist and forearm up to his lips, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the skin, licking down each mark he makes in an effort to soothe the sting.

"More," you swallow.

"Kisses, angel?" he smiles against your skin. "Or cock?"

"Cock," you breathe. "I want more."

Planting a kiss smack dab in the middle of your palm, Matt continues moving his hips forward slowly, letting out a low grunt as he pushes deeper in you.

"Oh, God, Matt," you moan, the sting of intrusion having turned into something only of pleasure. "Oh, so good.”

"So perfect, sweetheart," he sighs as his face controls in pleasure that matches your own. A low rumble falls from his chest when he bottoms out in you, somehow managing to fit all the way inside.

"Talk to me," he hums as he leans back over your body, kissing up the curve of your side and up and over your breasts, up the column of your neck, and finally to your lips.

"Move," you beg, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth before you press kisses up his jaw and to his ear. If that's what him pushing in felt like, you want it all. Over and over and over. "I-I need you to move."

A blissed-out smirk falls across Matt's lips before he kisses you hungrily, one hand resting on the side of your neck while the other weaves through your hair in the back of your head.

"You're doing such a good job taking my cock like that," he praises as he slowly beings to set a rhythm, the drag of his length against you unlike anything you have felt before. "Such a good girl for me, letting me spread you wide and take you. God, angel, you’re doing so good, taking me all the way like that, nice and deep.”

How Matt is forming coherent sentences is fully beyond you at this point. Maybe it’s because he’s done this before, maybe it solely something he’s doing to keep you calm as he pushes through his own pleasure. 

“So tight, angel,” he grunts, his hands sliding up your thighs towards your hips. “Oh, you feel so good. Fuck.”

You moan and whimper with each one of Matt’s thrusts, and you yank him down on top of you, desperate to feel every last inch of him against you. He groans but quickly lets out a little chuckle, thrown off and endeared by your excitement as he cages your body below his. 

“You like that, sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Y-Yes,” you moan, moving your hands along his incredibly soft skin. You paint a trail of kisses all along his shoulders, collarbones, and neck while he keeps on rocking into you. His hot breath tickles your skin as his beard brushes goosebumps all over your body while he tries to match you embraces. Matt whispers and grunts little praises into your skin, never faltering to let you know how good you’re doing for him. 

“M-Matt,” you whine, your nails digging little crescents into his back. “S-Shit! Mmm!”

“Words,” he grunts, his ability for full sentences now starting to escape him. 

“God, you’re so deep!” you cry, your eyes fluttered shut as you absorb the pleasure he gives you as your words being to slur together. “So big.”

Matt tunes into your body, listening to how the blood rushes through your veins down to where your bodies join together and your heart races. He knows you’re not going to last much longer. 

“Angel,” he pants. “Angel, it’s okay.”

“Matt!” you cry, your voice curving up in pitch. You’re so close, he can taste it—and it drives him wild. 

“I know, angel, I know. You’re gonna feel so g—fuck, that’s nice. So good for me.”

“Matt, I—.”

“‘M right here,” he assures with a kiss. “Right here. Let go for me, angel. Let me hear you.”

With a few more thrusts, an intense pleasure rips through your body, unlike anything you have felt before, and far better than what you’ve ever experienced. Your hips buck up to meet Matt’s while your legs latch onto his waist. Matt up above you is the only thing keeping you from thrashing around in euphoria. You hold onto him for dear life, your hands mussing his hair as he buries his face in your neck, moaning as he chases his own release and spills into you. He forces his hips to keep moving fast as he cums, desperate to make sure that your first orgasm is memorable, that the tremors ripple through your body long after it has past, even if it means the sensations verge on too much for him. Only once he feels you start to loosen up and your breathing begin to relax does he pull out, pressing kisses into your skin all the while his hands caress your shaking body. He hears your head roll to the side to face him as he lies down next to you. 

“Matt,” you breathe, and he can hear the blissed out smile spreading across your face as you curl your body into his.

“You alright, angel?” he whispers, kissing your forehead. 

“Amazing,” you sigh softly. 

“I’m gonna go get some things to clean you up, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You hum a confirmation as Matt gives you another kiss, carefully rolling out of bed and through the loft. He returns quickly with a warm damp towel, some water, and a pack of grapes. Putting the glasses down on the nightstand, he sits on his knees, pressing gentle kisses into the skin of your stomach, hips, and thighs. 

“Can you open your legs for me, sweetheart?” he asks softly. 

“I don’t think I can do more,” you breathe dreamily.

Matt chuckles, absolutely beaming at your happy disposition in his bed. “We’ll get you there eventually, sweetheart. But I want to clean you up. I’m gonna move your knee, okay?”

You oblige with his request, a soft moan falling from your lips as you spread wide for him, the delightful soreness reminding you of how perfectly his body fit with yours. “That’s it,” he whispers as he helps gently guide your leg open. “That’s my girl.” Matt is careful with his wipes, sprinkling kisses here and there as little reassurances. He’s extra careful when he gets to your core, knowing all too well how sensitive you must be. When he’s finished, he tosses it to the side and leans up over you to kiss you. 

“Can you sit up for me now and drink some water?” he whispers into your cheek before stamping another kiss to your skin. 

You do as he asks without another word and he hands you the glass, a gentle arm around your shoulders as you hydrate. “Can I get you anything else, angel? Do you want a snack? I can give you a little massage, if you want.”

“I’m okay,” you tell him, your mind beginning to reorient itself as you snuggle into his body. “That was . . . I don’t even know.”

“I hope it was a good ‘I don’t even know’,” he smirks. 

“The best ‘I don’t even know’,” you chuckle. “I, um . . .” You blush deeply before you mutter, “Thank you for being my first.”

Matt notices the skip in your heartbeat, the shy and scared tone of your voice, and the salty tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks.

You’re embarrassed—ashamed, even. Why?

Matt pushes your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at his face. 

“Thank you for giving me the honor. For trusting me,” he whispers, placing a light kiss on the apple of your cheek. “This is something important. Personal.”

“You don’t think . . . I mean, I . . .” you start, unsure of how to even form the question you were thinking.

“Not too many people are like you, (Y/N)—pure like you in everything that you do. I’m glad you were able to trust me with this.” Your wrap an arm around him and turn your face into his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else tonight with anyone else.” He kisses your temple. “Let me take you to dinner tomorrow,” he whispers in your hair. “Let me date you. Because I don’t want this to be it between us.”

That sentence makes you tilt your head up, amazed how he’s facing you with nothing but utter adoration. “I told you you weren’t a fling. I want the chance to show you how happy you make me, how you make me feel. Please?”

A bright smile pulls at your lips, a new wave of energy washing over you. You pull your body up, having your lips meet his, rolling on top of him. You gingerly straddle his hips with your legs, kissing him passionately as he reciprocates with just as much emotion. 

“Can I take that as a yes, or?” Matt chuckles, a deep red blush speckling his fair complexion as you carefully place your body weight on his lap. 

“Yes,” you hum, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth before moving back in and slipping your tongue in his mouth like he did to you earlier. 

“Mm, angel,” he murmurs against your lips, and you feel something begin to press against your thigh, Matt’s strong hands moving up your waist as his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts. Your heart swells with excitement and your face flushes with heat, a tingly buzz in your lower abdomen. If you thought Matt was intoxicating just by sitting at his desk doing legal work, you are simply drunk on him with his body below you like this. 

“How about we test my stamina?” you sigh between kisses.

Matt smiles brightly and kisses you with urgency, understanding that tonight will probably go longer than he initially anticipated. Even in your desire to do something so sinful, you still remain so pure.

And you’re all his.

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[livingdeadmlm]

Day 1: Tentecals/Monster Fucking

Warnings: use of ABO terms, light breeding kink near the end, SMut written by someone who has never written it before ‼️‼️CRINGE‼️‼️

Dude thought he could give church just one more time. He’s never coming back again. He arrived at a time when he felt the building was empty so he could have that small amount of peace for himself, he didn’t even know churches were open so late. However, when he heard a scream from the basement of the church and ran to check it out he was met with the sight of a large…. Entity. Its large appendages rushed to his boots and back to the… body, back and forth like an awful ocean wave. 

“Eaugh I’m guessing you don’t talk.” The writing of the meat sacks never stopped. He leaned forward to attempt a closer look at the full look at the creature.

“Let's not be so hasty Dude…” The sunglasses hid his widening eyes as he took a step back. 

His face became a sneer as he tried to find some eyes in the darkness beyond the tentacles…? The voice you spoke with sounded like it could be coming from anywhere in the dark, it almost sounded like it was in his head echoing repeatedly. 

“I can't tell if it was more gross in general or the idea that you have a mouth in there.” his voice trailed off.

“I am something beyond your mind can comprehend but for you, I can maybe take a form you can stomach.” The tentacles retreated and there was an awful wet noise that followed it. Stepping out of the shadows you looked like a normal person well a normal person dressed as a priest. 

“I knew something was up with you Catholics.” Your hands were crossed in front of your chest.

“You people tend to have more trust in these religious figures and, well I need to eat now and then.” Dude laughed “I have some bad news for you but I think you shouldn’t know.” You huffed and passed dude up the steps back to the chapel. Following you up you began to ramble about your time on earth and in the town. 

“I do wish I had chosen a different moral figure in your human eyes, Due to this one I must be prudish or else people don’t think I am the real deal.” Your voice was strained as the building frustration began returning to the forefront of your mind. Dude was shocked, What aliens had sex? 

“Yes we do Dude and it's getting to that special season in my kind’s life where we feel the need to have a family but seeing as I’m here I am stuck alone.” A sigh left your mouth as you started lighting candles that had gone out because of the wind.

“Have you tried taking the whole garb off? Maybe even keeping it on can help you get a lady friend.” Why was he even trying to help you get laid? He should’ve just gone back home by now. Shaking your head, you waved a hand towards Dude. “The women of your humans are quite lovely, however, I prefer the males of your species. They remind me of home much more than the women do.” 

“If I help you would you be willing to help me? It’s been a while for me as well since I got divorced…. Well even during the marriage-” from your human form, the tentacles shot out of your back and held onto any part of Dude they could. It was so quick he couldn’t let out more than a yelp. 

A bit of moisture on the tentacles began to soak through his clothes. Your priest's garb became loose on your body as you stepped closer and closer to dude writing form. 

“Are you sure? This may be more intense than the way your species mates.” Dude nodded 

“I think I know what I’m getting into with these.” He grabbed one of the free tentacles, feeling it pulse in his hands. Two separate appendices made their way up his pant legs slowly tearing the stiff denim off each of his legs that swayed in the air. Whatever your tentacles were covered with seeped out in larger amounts and into his skin. Another pair of tentacles made their way up his shirt slowly caressing every edge of his torso. 

You pulled him into a surprisingly soft kiss, compared to the firm hold of a tentacle held onto his cock. The constant caressing made his brain go fuzzy. The separate appendages were all warm against his body; it felt like more than one person was showering him with affection. Dude looked up to the ceiling being met with the many eyes of the apostles staring in the same direction he was. 

Well, he had to be going to hell for sure now, gay sex in one of the many houses of god was crossing a line. Did it even count if it wasn't another human man? He couldn’t think about it any further when he felt his skin heating up more and more and the cold hands of your human form guided his head back down to you. Tossing his gasses to the side his eyes were half-lidded as he strained against your hold needing something from you, really anything will do.

His hands strained against your tentacles he wanted you closer to him, or to even touch himself. He groaned at the lack of friction you offered. The bottom half of your uniform had fallen off of your human form and left his eyes with a strong set of legs that looked like they were from a painting thanks to the dim candlelight inside of the church 

He felt so outside of his skin, never thinking he would get to a point where he was begging a preacher for anything let alone to please give him more of something. Your lips continued to work against his and he felt dizzy at the lengths your tongue reached into his mouth. His eyes finally wandered to your face. Your eyes were shut but your whole body was against him, so much focus on him. It made him feel self-conscious but any attempts to hide himself were in vain as you easily just pulled his legs open more. Your feet shuffled against the floor closer to the dude's shaking body.

He took his chance to pull you in close, legs wrapped around your hips he took the chance to grind against you. Practically drooling he humped against what he assumed was also your cock against his. He wasn’t the most sure as now the tentacle that was previously dormant had found its way into his boxers and made its way up to his shaft slowly. He couldn’t see what your shaft looked like; he wondered if maybe you made it large just for the occasion or if it was true to your “true form”.

You had moved down to his neck leaving various marks on it that no doubt would stick around for a while. Your hands made their way to his boxers and thanks to your nails, he hadn’t noticed they were like daggers until now, they were shredded apart. He continued rutting against you now being able to feel it without the dulling effect his underwear had. Your cold hand trailed up to his chest and squeezed whatever flesh you could hold onto.

Everything began to feel more intense. Whatever liquid was spewing out of you started to have a sweet smell that took over his senses. One of your more moderate-sized tentacles made its way to his face, staring at the tentacle. The sweet smell seemed more and more appetizing to him.

A strained moan left Dude's throat as he began to speak, “Put that in my mouth.” Your eyes shot open as you stared up at Dude, his eyes not even looking at you but the tentacle that was in front of him like it was its being. Dude lurched his head forward trying to reach it as a drop of the slick that was on it dripped onto the floor, “You humans are odd, please don’t bite it.” 

The tentacle rested against his tongue and subconsciously he began to suck on it earning a moan from you. Dude continued his motions wanting more noise out of you, he saw your face contort, scrunching up as your legs slightly staggered. The tentacles got tighter around each limb, and each part of his body was held. The slick came out more and more into his mouth and he wanted more and more of it. You felt weak, this wasn’t done on your planet, never even considered taking someone's tentacle in their mouth. 

Finally, he felt a warm and wet tentacle wrap around yours and his shafts squeezing them together, it felt sloppy but there were no complaints from either of you. You went back to leaving marks across his neck and collar, still grinding against Dude you could feel him twitching between you and the quick-moving tentacle. 

Dude’s sucking got harsher as the tentacle went deeper into his mouth his legs began to shake and his vision flashes white. With a whine, the wetness in the tentacle the two of you shared got more soaked. A thick glob of slick-filled dude's mouth as he did his best to swallow it down. As he gasped for air the dude felt himself being lowered closer to the ground by not being let go. 

“Ugh, what's going on? I don't think I can go again-” You held his head in your hands as his legs got pushed up further. “You could make an amazing nursery for an offspring, I won't fertilize the eggs but I say we should see if you can take it.”Your cock pressed against his ass, he could feel it twitch. He could also feel two smaller tentacles grope at his ass and thighs. Dude grew hard again as he panted out an agreement to try this new thing, he was already this far, go big or go home.

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[omocatboy]

i know i’m on break and this isn’t a full sign i’m Back but i just woke up aroused as all hell from a really good dream and i need to share it because i think i’m gonna need to cum before i can sleep again holy shit

so the dream was inconsequential until the last bit, a few friends were over and we were hanging out and just chilling, i think we had been at the mall earlier. and one of my friends was a little uncomfortable-looking, until he whines out of nowhere:

“I have to peeeee. can i peee?”

i’m trying my best to be as normal as i can about this and i’m like “wh- yes of course it’s over here” and i show him where the bathroom is. while he’s in there i’m on instagram checking stories and i notice something in his story from earlier while we were out at the mall:

he was visibly potty dancing in the video. like, being all excitable and happy, but he was clearly dancing around and like pushing his legs together and swaying around. it looked like he was trying to disguise it as just being excited but the way he was jumping around and swaying was very obvious to me, especially given his whiny admission earlier.

i’m doing my damndest to not be so horribly turned on by this all from my friend, but i swipe up on his story and chastise him for holding it when he could have said at any time he needed to pee and i would have helped him find a bathroom. then i think he responded along the lines of,

“i know. B-but i just peed yesterday! it’s not fair :/“

he doesn’t have a piss kink as far as i know and he doesn’t (at least to my knowledge) know i have one either, so he has no clue what he’s doing to me. i chastise him a bit more, relate with the sentiment a little bit (i get very annoyed about needing to pee when i’m non-sexually age regressed bc it’s usually when i’m stressed) and then when he comes out of the bathroom i’m immediately scooping him into my arms on the bed and we’re cuddling (and i’m desperately trying not to grind my dick into him)

again, he doesn’t know how into this i am- or, if he does, he hasn’t let me know. we kinda fool around a little bit as friends (long distance bc we’re far apart) and i can’t say i don’t have a little bit of a crush on him, but this was… mmngh. fucking hell. i need either a cold shower, my vibrator, or a fucking priest now

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[usetheeauthor]

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2: Legacy +18

Switch!Vecna x Dark!Fem!Reader

A/N: Made a part 2 because I got a few readers asking for it. So why not? We love some of that Vecnussy! This story takes place a 1 year after Reader has given herself to Vecna Daddy. She’s pregnant and she’s gonna show her man that he is the ruler of the Upside Down for a reason. This is another of the reader’s diary recordings. Enjoy! Part 1

Summary: After losing his battle against El and her group of friends, Vecna feels discouraged. At first, he ignores you and it upsets you so much you try to get rid of your feelings for him. Now you’ll do what you can as his queen to cheer him up and show him his greatness and his future legacy.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: dom/sub undertones, pregnant!reader, pregnant sex, tentacle sex, p in v penetration (unprotected), evil!reader, dry humping, heavy making out, choking, spit kink, riding, daddy/master/king kink, slight queen/mommy kink, breeding kink, gentle-ish sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, if you squint praise kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex/fingering (f receiving), vecna/peter human and monster hybrid, some soft vecna & reader moments, a bit blasphemous

“Bring me Eleven.”

Those words still echo in your mind. It was the beginning of your torment and depression as you realized that wasn’t anything you could do to fulfill his request. You could tell that it would take a lot more than your kindness to lure the girl to you. She was some importance to him. Possibly his family.

You could only imagine what it would. be like if you were all a family together side by side and ruling the world.

——

September 12, 1984

Dear Diary,

My heart hurts for the one I love. He is unhappy. That makes me unhappy, too. The girl is a lot stronger than we’ve anticipated. She has defeated the Demogorgan. I was so sure that we’d get her. She’s gotten reinforcements. Children and Adults fighting by her side. Humans.

It makes me angry. How on earth can a group of humans defeated an otherworldly monster? Although, the anthropologist in me finds them quite…fascinating. For a little girl to be capable of such power and defeat this lovecraftian creature, it’s revolutionary, to say the least.

Yet watching my king suffer at the hands of her actions overpowers my curiosity. My king commanded I’d bring her and I’ve tried to no avail. He’s shown me mercy despite this. So I will not let his plans of domination go in vain. I will make them pay.

September 18, 1984

Dear Diary,

Throughout the week, I’ve been feeling unwell. I’m convinced it is from stress. I can’t keep him happy and it drives me crazy. I want to be his peace. I’ve offered my body and soul to him. I worry this isn’t enough.

I’ve woken up at night in cold sweats and shivers my bed. No nightmares and no signs of Vecna. Had he left me alone? Is he disappointed in me? I couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. I couldn’t possibly go back to my mundane life amongst the cluelessness of humanity around me.

September 21, 1984

Dear Diary,

To spite my love, I’ve gone to church asking for the Good Priest forgiveness for my sins. I’ve sinned for loving you. You don’t love the way that I do. I love hard. I love devoted and committed. You’ve left me to deal with these emotions on my own so now I will pray to rid of them.

I’ve told the Priest of the night tremors, sweats, and the vomiting. He says the vomiting is my body’s way of dispelling the demons that live inside me. Honestly, I think he’s full of shit. The way he eyes my body says that he wants me. Maybe I should give myself to him instead. Even writing that in my journal made my body physically revolt at that thought.

There is no fixing me. I am broken. You’ve broken me for anyone else. Why does knowing that you’ve broken me fill me with a sense of worth? Is it because I was made to be ruined by you?

September 23, 1984

Dear Diary,

I’m…pregnant. I will have you again. I will make you happy, my king.

You approach Vecna who sat at his throne, distracting himself with his pet tarantula that crawled around on his hand. Getting on your knees in front of him, you kissed each clothed knee.

Not saying a word, he rubs the top of your head before resuming his attention back to the spider.

“My king, I have news for you.”

“Could it wait?” He says. It’s a tone mix of boredom and annoyance.

“I believe it could possibly wait but also I think you should know.”

“I’m not in any mood for your riddles.” He growls.

“No, my king. No riddles,” You sigh, wanting to find where to begin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been down. You haven’t paid me any attention, touched me, or used me for your pleasure, my lord. I confessed it made me angry to see you give up on me so easily when all I do is yearn for you. I went to seek religious advice to free your grasp from me but it proved futile. I’m helplessly in love and dedicated to you.”

He reaches out a hand cupping your face and you nuzzle into it. “I’m sorry I ever tried to remove yourself from me. It will never happen again.” You finished.

“I have apologies to you, Y/N. I haven’t been myself since battle. I’ve sent my monsters in place of myself thinking they could do the job and they’ve failed. I can’t let this continue. I need my vision to be viewed across the world.”

“And it will,” You cupped his face on either side still resting on your knees in front of him. “We won’t stop here. It is only the beginning. We shall be the ones to win the next time. You’re stronger and more intelligent than any of those pathetic mortals. That is part of why I serve you. I see the potential opportunities you can bring to this godless world. I am here to carry it out with you. By your side.”

He rises off his thrown, his tendrils whipping around him wildly like the snakes of medusa. You look up at him in awe and admiration.

“Stand, my queen.”

You do as he says, slowly rising and never once breaking eye contact. “Kiss me. Make me feel like I am worthy again.”

The tendrils coils around your waist, bringing your body close to his. “You are always worthy even without me in your life.”

“Don’t let me imagine life without you.” Your lips press against his and your wrap your arms around him.

This kiss is hungry and you knew that when Vecna became excited his vines would find themselves all around you, wanting to touch every inch. He wasn’t used to this kind of love. Someone who touched him the way you would. He was sure you’d find him scary and repulsive the first time you saw him, only having half of his former appearance mixed in with his monstrous look.

Little did he know, you found that side of him to be the sexiest. It was the best of both worlds to have the beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired, soft pink lips and chiseled face of his human beauty along with the otherworldlinesses of his body.

You craved him so bad, you tugged on the belt of his torn white pants, lifted leg to wrap around his waist, and ground against his growing erection. His hands gripping your butt. On most occasions, he’d chastised you for your greedy behavior but today it seemed that he desperately needed you against him, too.

The kiss became so heated that you’d stumbled back onto his throne chair. You straddled him, continuing to kiss and grind against him like your life depended on it. You yank at his shirt nearly tearing at the fabric that’s already been so damaged. He’s pleasantly surprised by this change of pace, groaning at your bold movements.

You were so wet that it seeped through your panties onto him. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered against his lips. He is in shock looking at you as if he hadn’t heard you right. He needed to hear you say it again.

“I’m with child. Your child.”

He looks pleased with this news. His excitement cannot be contained as he collides his lips onto yours. It’s a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and occasionally you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. You dried hump him like some kind of horny teenager and he approved. He enjoyed seeing those moments where you wanted him so badly that you were willing to break his rules.

“Fuck me, master. Take your frustrations out on me.” You groaned.

He slithers a tentacle between your bodies, teasing at your clit. The suctions on them causing you to sob under his touch. You bucked your hips wildly trying to feel the wet, slimy feeler running through your folds.

“I want you to fuck me,” He says. “Ride me on this throne. When I feel like I’ve had enough, I’ll take control,” He wraps a tentacle around your neck, threatening. “Don’t go be too greedy. I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself or my child.“

My Child.

“Yes, master.” Your eyes rolled back at the sound of him claiming what you’ve produced together. Enjoying him saying that and his tendril wrapped around your neck, you hadn’t noticed that he already lowered his pants and positioned you over him. You felt him bring his large hands down on your shoulders, lowering you onto his juicy, fat cock.

You gasp. “Holy fuck.”

He thrusts deep, bottoming out inside you. “Begin, my queen.”

Following his command, you bounced up and down on his lap. It felt so good to be filled with him again, you nearly passed out each time he hit against your spongy button. The slimy extender wraps tighter around you each time you did something that made him groan out loud.

“Does my queen feel like she’s getting all that she desires?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried out, voice slightly strained from the vine tightening. Not wanting to suffocate you, he removes his grip then slaps a wet tentacle on the side of your thigh.

“Faster, harder.” He orders, slapping the tentacle against another thigh.

You do just that, bringing your hands back to rest on his knees as you circled your hips then brought yourself up and down harder on his length. This position allowed him access to lift your dress, hanging it over your face and head, blocking your view. It didn’t matter to him though as this allowed him to focus on your tits bouncing with the force of each thrust and watching your glistening pussy swallow his huge length inside you. He moves your panties further to the side to witness the glorious sight, droplets of cum coating your puffy lips.

You’re so wet that the sounds of his vines adjusting was no competition to the squelching between your bodies. He snakes over your body letting you feel it writhe against your stomach and chest, using the tip of it to toy and pinch your nipples.

“I love how needy you are. Always making sure your king is happy. That is why you are so valuable to me.” He feels you clenching and unclenching around him knowing that this needed to be taken to another notch.

Pulling your dress up off of you, now you could see his face. He looked fucked out biting at his perfect lips. You kiss and teased his bottom lip and he rubs at your clit with a thumb. You were so close to falling apart in his hands. All he had to do was give you one hard thrust and you’d be melting.

Instead, he wraps the tendrils around your arms lifting you off of him. You groan at the loss of him, feeling yourself about to cry until he rests your back against the throne chair. He pulls your underwear down your legs, falling to his knees and dives his lips between them.

Your back arches of the seat, hands entangled in his hair. If anyone were to hear your cries, they’d assumed you were being tortured. They wouldn’t be to far off. It’s felt so good that didn’t seem humanly possible to experience.

At some point, you found yourself fighting against him, pulling at his hair harshly to make it stop but it only egged him on further. He sucks the juices off each lip and then moves his incredible long tongue up and down your slit then back at your clit to suck into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, master. I can’t take it. It’s too good.” You shook and gasped staccato breaths, trying to breathe normal but his mouth against won’t allow it. He dips his abnormally elongated fingers into you and you’re seeing stars.

You cum undone without warning, gushing all over his mouth, face, and hands. You didn’t expect to cum so suddenly or you would have told him. You quickly realize your mistake, apologizing profusely only to fall mute when he shoved his veiny cock into you once more.

You flung a hand over your mouth at the sudden fullness.

He’s breathing shakily against you, a tentacle pulling up at your hair so that you’d look him in the eyes while he took you. All you could do is stare at his electric eyes while you felt the delicious pressure coming and going inside you.

“Tell me I’ll be a good mommy, daddy. Need to hear that I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mommy. I will continue to make you one, too. You’d love for me to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

He rubs hard at your clit, spitting into your panting mouth simultaneously. You swallow with no hesitation, showing him your tongue. He sucks at your tongue now and ruts deeper and slower into you. The overstimulation causing a slight tickle sensation that was borderline painful but you loved it.

“I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy.”

“Uh-huh.” You encouraged.

“Gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, fill me up, daddy.”

“Gonna make you a mommy.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He brings your head down to look between your bodies. “See how wet you are. Only your king can make you feel this way.” With another tentacle, he gather some of your creamy arousal, bringing it up to your lips. You wrap your mouth around it bobbing your head back and forth the way you’d do for his cock.

“I need you to cum with me.”

“Yes, daddy.” He slaps a hand down on your clit and your eyes bug out as another orgasm racks through you so violently, your head hits against the hard throne making you dizzy and enhancing the orgasm even more. You’re rendered delirious by this sensation.

Vecna spread your legs wider, each knee pressed against the arms of the chair as he ruts into you with sloppy, deep thrusts. He lets out a stretched out growl that is so sexy that you clenched around him so hard, he’s unable to thrust out again. His spurts of cum hit around your walls and you relish in it, closing your eyes to feel his hot cum deep inside you.

You’re both sweaty and panting. He’s hovered over you. Your eyes locking and staring at each other intensely. You don’t want him to pull out just yet, grabbing onto his shirt.

“I love you, my king,” You kissed his forehead not minding that it was covered in sweat while running your hands through his hair and straightening it. “I look forward to building this new world with you. Your legacy shall live in for as long as I am your queen.”

Vecna had never seen such a wicked soul. For the first time, he had an ally. He knew love. He could finally smile.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Forgive me father for I have sinned

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader

Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Square(s): Edging/orgasm denial - @thatesqcrush 's kink bingo

You were absolutely fuming as you made your way to Father Carisi’s office. The feelings of embarrassment and anger mixing around in your mind.

Those bitches in the church had NO business calling you all those names. But you guessed, since you were pretty new there and they had no idea who you were they just assumed you were a whore — Just cause I showed up late to church one Sunday morning with a few hickeys on my neck doesn’t mean I’m a whore Janet — unlike you who sleep with three other men behind your husband’s back, that definitely classifies you as a cheating whore, you thought to yourself.

Not even bothering to knock, you stormed into his office, hands on crossed in front of you.

«Miss. y/l/n! What can I do for you?» He looked surprised to see you, as if he hadn’t been balls deep in you a few nights before.

«Have you heard what they call me?» «Who?»

«The women in  the church. Talking behind my back as if I can’t hear them loud and clear.»

«And what exactly are they calling you, miss y/l/n?»

«Do you really think that is appropriate to repeat in church, Father Carisi?»

He shuddered at the way you said his name.

«Tell me. I can’t help you unless I know the full story»

«They called me a whore, a prostitute, a skank! They called me so many disgusting, degrading names!»

Sonny’s face fell, and he got out of his chair, making his way over to you. Just before he stopped in front of you though he made a b-line for the door, locking it.

«I don’t know what to do here okay.»

«No. Not okay! My reputation is tarnished! And if I go down for this I’m telling everyone just who made me a whore, just wait, I’m taking you down with me!»

«Please—don’t!» He was stunned, pleading with you not to do that. He could never recover from that and be a priest again. His family would hang him for it. «Just—please—my hands are tied.»

«I don’t give a fuck, okay. Help me fix this or I’m never touching you again!»

He came closer, arms ghosting over yours. «Don’t do that—I need—need ya!»

You scoffed at it, «I’m leaving. Goodbye Father Carisi.»

«y/n, please!»

The way he whined almost had you turning back to him. You absolutely loved when he became a needy little thing for you. But you stood your ground.

«Don’t.»

«Let me make it up to ya?»

«How?»

«Anything ya want—ya can do it to me—»

«Anything?» You turned to him, a raised eyebrow.

«Yes, anything, please I can’t lose ya.»

His hand reaches out to touch your face, and this time you don’t move away.

«I’m going home. And as soon as you’re done here, come over for your punishment.»

«Y—yes ma’am.»

«Good boy.»

The sound that came from him was needier then you’ve ever heard him before.

After all it was the first time you had called him that. 

~~~

It took only another hour after you got home before Sonny showed up and let himself in. Once the door was closed and locked he called out for you.

«In here, father», you called back, moaning a little as you rubbed your vibrator up and down your clit.

«Did ya start without me?» 

If anything he sounded a little hurt, but you simply smirked and continued what you were doing.

«You took too long. Also, this is part of your punishment.»

You could laugh at his expression if a jolt of extreme pleasure didn’t shoot up your body at that very moment, and you were instead left moaning loudly.

«Please—let me have ya—need to—be inside ya», he begged, but you shot him an angry look.

Telling him he had to wait until you were done, and to not touch himself, or you, you went back to getting yourself off.

As you came, it was his name that slipped your lips.

«y/n, please, let me have you—» Sonny begged, moving towards you on the bed.

But instead you removed the toys and got out of bed. «You do as I tell you, father.» You purred, your lips ghosting over his. «Strip and get on the bed.»

He quickly did as he was told. 

«What a good boy for me.»

You wished you could tattoo the look he was giving you at the insides of your eye, and have the sounds slipping from his lips forever playing in your ears.

«Now you’re going to continue being good—you’re not allowed to cum unless I tell you—that’s your punishment.»

«Y—ya can’t—do that—to me!»

«I can, and I will.»

And with that you wrapped your lips around his cock, sucking him slowly, pulling every pleasured sounds out of him. Just as he was about to cum, you stopped, pulling off him.

Sonny lost count after three, becoming more desperate with every denial. «Please—can’t take anymore edging.»

It was cute how you could reduce him to this mess of a man, when he was so well put together in general, especially in church. 

«You can take more—»

«N—no—can’t—too much!» He cried, and you were sure he was going to pull your safe word.

But he didn’t. No matter what he stayed strong. You found it amusing, but also filled you with so much pride.

«One more time—after that I’ll let you cum.»

«Doll—please—»

«Be a good boy for me and I’ll reward you.»

He nodded his head in defeat, and you took him back in your mouth, edging him forward. And again stopping when he got close.

Popping him back out of your mouth you got up and grabbed your vibrator. There wasn’t going to be much time to get off once you sunk down on him, so you would have to make the most of it.

As soon as you were fully on him, his hands went to your hips, holding you there for a moment.

You could see it on his face that he was really struggling to stop himself.

«Fuck me, Sonny, use me to get off.» Your voice was soft as you spoke, smiling down at him.

He groaned at that, thrusting up into you with desperation.

It didn’t take him long to cum, crying out in pleasure as he filled you. Collapsing on the bed after, completely spent.

You stopped moving your hips and instead focused on getting yourself off with the vibrator, cuming not too long after.

With one last tremor, you collapse on top of him, breathing heavily.

«Are you okay, Sonny?»

«Y—yeah—that was—intense!»

You chuckled at that. «Yeah that was—something for sure.»

«I really am sorry for how they treat you—»

«Let’s not talk about that now. Especially when you’re balls deep inside me.»

He groaned, making you laugh before leaning in to kiss him.

«I’ll find my revenge on them, don’t worry.»

«Don’t say that—it’ll make me worry!»

yeah, you were definitely getting back at those bitches, and it would burn worse than they burned her.

~~~~

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[getlostsquidward]

you may be poison, but sure as hell taste like honey

[Taste Of A Poison Paradise Ch. 3] - Series Overview

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ooohh last chapter!! Thank you to everyone who gave their feedback all throughout ;-; i love all of u! title from oh my god - (g)i-dle

Warnings: 18+, darkfic,mother-in-law!agatha, infidelity and adultery, reader having full-on morality and sexuality crisis, semi-public sex, praising, mommy kink, twisted use of wedding vow, manipulation, agatha the sweet mother that she is having some mercy for his son <3 minors dni!!!

ch. 2

This craving is gonna be (almost gonna be), deadly

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Agatha indeed helped with the pre-wedding jitters. You aren’t even nervous about the wedding anymore. Thanks, or no thanks to Agatha, it was now the least of your worries as other pressing issues filled your mind.

One of the aftermaths was that you were now having illicit thoughts about her fucking you deep until you forget your name.

The term ‘monster-in-law’ is common knowledge for you. Admittedly, you thought Agatha was one of those, but after…everything, you quite can’t place how you feel towards her.

On the other hand, Agatha thinks that the term is not fit for her. The ‘overbearing mother scheming to ruin his son’s relationship who will do everything she can to make him call off the wedding’ does not necessarily describe her. The ‘scheming’, yes, absolutely. She was actually waiting for this since Frank announced your engagement.

You tried to shake the dirty thoughts off, but as you looked at Franklin’s baby blue eyes, you knew you were doomed.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

At the priest’s confirmation, Frank lifted the veil covering your face to capture your lips. You had kissed him one too many times before this day, but why does this one feel so… off? It lacks the softness and delicateness to it that you just had begun to miss (and crave).

The room echoed with applause and cheers from the guests as you both pulled away. Your eyes landed on Agatha, who had a sly grin on her lips.

The woman never left your mind the whole time, and it doesn’t help that in every turn of your head, you could see her with her eyes already on you.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom farthest from the main venue, wishing there were no other people in there for you to collect your thoughts. As you opened the door, you sighed in relief at the bleak lights and quiet of your little refuge welcoming you.

Leaning against the sink, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, everything that happened in the past few hours came crashing down on you. Your eyes flickered to the silver band on your ring finger glistening under the light.

My god, what have you done?

Guilt, remorse, and shame were all that you could feel as you realized you just cheated on your boyfriend–now husband, with his mother of all people.

It’s technically cheating, isn’t it? Despite the fact that you had done it to ‘teach’ you.

Because you liked it.

You wouldn’t admit it because of your pride and few of your morals hanging on by a thread, but you loved it. You’re probably crazy but you need it­–you need her. Agatha is now an inevitable part of your life, and the promise of what’s coming has your stomach forming knots.

Aside from that, you don’t even want to think about the sexuality crisis. Not wanting to think about this complicated stuff right now, you just settled on the fact that you certainly are not straight.

How would you even act normal at your house with Agatha with you? You were beginning to doubt yourself if you could even handle your desire given how insatiable the brunette was. The same thing applies to Agatha. Fuck.

At this point, you don’t even want to think at all.

The sound of the door opening startled you, and your hands moved to open the faucet to pretend you were washing your hands and not totally having an internal dilemma.

“That dress leaves a little to my imagination, don’t you think?”

Your gaze shot up to the mirror, Agatha’s reflection staring back at you as she leans on the wall with a smug look on her face. “I picked it out for you.”

Well, of course, she did.

After the ceremony, you changed from your wedding gown to a white lace edge cocktail dress.

“You know my size?” Heh. What was that response? You internally scoffed at yourself for your attempt in a conversation.

Naturally. She has very observant eyes. How could she not when she had her eyes on you from the beginning?

Agatha shrugged as she walked towards you. She was directly behind you, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders. “I almost don’t want to take this off you,” she purred, her mouth gently nibbling your ear.

You tried to move away, but the brunette has you cornered. All of your attempts to avoid the walking temptation were futile. Agatha pressed her body to yours, and you shuddered when you felt the bulge of her strap poking your backside.

“You looked gorgeous in your wedding gown, sweetheart,” Agatha rests her chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror. “Not as gorgeous when naked, though.”

“Agatha…” the woman in question renders you speechless again, her hips pressing to you, arms looping around your waist.

She could see the hesitation in your eyes. Agatha knew you would eventually feel this way after being given some time to mull over what happened between you.

But oh, just a few coaxing words and touches here and there will get you to break completely, the broken pieces of you will be for her to fix according to her keen desires.

“We shouldn’t really… do this. I’m married now,” breathlessly, you tried to put on a brave face. “I’m married to your son.”

“Where was this Y/N earlier when you were moaning my name like you’re praying to God? Hmm?”

You stiffened as you realized she was right. Frank was completely out of your mind like he doesn’t even exist. During that moment, it was all just you and Agatha, mostly her, and she knows you know it.

“I believe you were just thinking about your mother-in-law fucking you against the glass, honey. Or am I wrong?”

Your shoulders sagged in defeat as you turned around to face Agatha. You shook your head and buried your face in the crook of her neck. “Don’t act all shy and innocent, you were grinding your pretty pussy on my face a couple of hours ago,” she coos, her tone slightly condescending. Her hands come up to sweetly pat your hair.

“I do want you,” you admitted sheepishly. “But Fra–”

Hearing you admit it out loud, at last, has Agatha teeming with excitement. “Shh. No one will ever know, baby. He will never know.”

The woman gently tilted your head to look you in the eyes. “It could be our little secret.”

You never thought just how hot the color blue could be when you’re subjected to Agatha’s fiery gaze.

She leaned in, leaving a little space – giving you a choice to leave if you really wanted out, and when she felt that you don’t, she had finally captured your lips. A broken moan slipped past your mouth as you melt under her to the hilt. It’s a lot different than how you were kissing earlier, this one all soft and gentle that’s making your heart flutter.

Chattering noises could be heard just outside the door making you pull away from each other, and at Agatha’s surprisingly quick movements, you find yourselves locked behind one of the bathroom stalls. Your eyes were wide as you heard the door open. You were sure whoever that was just heard Agatha close the door in an abrupt manner.

Good thing your back was resting against the wall or else you would have collapsed in fear. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as they knocked on your stall, your hands fisting Agatha’s suit jacket tightly.

There's a knock on your stall. “Have you seen the bride?” the lady asked. “We need her for photos.”

Agatha looked at you. “No, I haven’t seen her,” Agatha answered. “Sorry.”

“That’s alright. If you see her tell her to come immediately!” she added before leaving, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

When she was sure that the lady left already, she slowly removed her hand from your mouth. “Where were we?” she asked, lips leaning in to kiss you with that shit-eating grin on her lips. It amazes you how cocky she can get.

You feel like you had spent eternity making out in the confined space as you draw back, the two of you panting heavily. You were sure your lipstick was just as smeared as hers with the intensity. You actually feel light-headed from all that.

“Did you hear what that woman said?”

You shot her a confused look. “That they’re looking for me?”

“If I see you, I should tell you to come immediately.”

All the blood in your body rushed to your face with the innuendo. “Right here…? Now?”

“Do you always get so flustered?” The nerve of this woman to chuckle at you. “And yes. Unless you want to make a show of how good you are for me?”

“No. And it’s not really fair how you get me all worked up, you know,” you bite back. Agatha grinned amusingly.

“Well, I like seeing you like this, doll. All hot and bothered,” her lips brushed against yours, wandering hands sliding down to cup your pussy, earning a suppressed moan from you. “Soaking wet just for me.”

Agatha laughed quietly as you bucked your hips against her hand. “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”

She drew her hand back, and promptly replaced it with her thigh, pushing it into your center. “Agatha, just- please,” you didn’t know what exactly are you asking for, but you need her to do something to appease your ever-growing need.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

You bite your lips as you nodded eagerly, willing to take anything the woman would give you. Her hands slid down to grip your hips, guiding them to move against her thigh wedged between your legs. Agatha’s mouth moved to place wet kisses on your jaw, biting it very lightly. Your hands moved to circle her waist to pull her much closer, craving more contact.

It was like your body had control on its own as you mindlessly grind down against the brunette’s clothed thigh. She was wearing pants, but you were sure your heat was radiating off from your core.

“Keep going, angel, just like that.”

You very much would have liked to remove your underwear but time is of the essence. You rested your forehead against Agatha’s and whispered, “Mommy, please.”

Agatha groaned at the name and the way you begged – eyes blown black, little whines escaping your mouth, and your hips frantically trying to find a rhythm.

Her right hand moved to tip your head up, grabbing a fistful of your hair while the other came up to cup your jaw. “Open your mouth.”

You complied without further ado, even sticking out your tongue in anticipation. Seconds later, Agatha bestowed you her spit, its trail from her mouth down to yours somehow the most erotic thing you’ve seen.

“That’s my good girl.”

The praise spurred you on. Her hands came back on your hips gripping firmly as she helps set the pace.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, not sure if that was quiet or loud enough even for the next stall to hear, but all your care was thrown across the room as Agatha’s bruising grasp moves your hips vigorously. “I-I’m close, mommy.”

“Make a mess on my thigh, baby. Cum for me.”

At her command, you let go, your legs shaking as you went over the edge. You clamped your lips tightly, breathy and shaky moans somehow a beautiful sound in Agatha’s ears. Thankfully, her hold on you prevents you from losing balance, with her thigh still lodged between you.

Agatha soothes you as you collapsed into her arms, coming down from your high. “You did so well, baby girl.”

A few minutes later, the woman tidies your slightly unkempt hair out, brushes the tears that gathered in your eyes, and wipes the smudged lipstick on your mouth. You both chuckled when she took a lipstick from her pockets, with Agatha having to scold you halfheartedly because you wouldn’t stop smiling and biting your lip as she puts it on your lips.

“There,” Agatha says, looking at your face proudly. Your cheeks burned when she pressed a kiss on your temple, and then to your lips.

You don’t know why but her affectionate gestures make you feel so safe you wanted to be here forever.

“Look at your mess, honey. Good thing I’m wearing a dark suit,” Agatha mentioned as you made your way back to the venue. You paused to take a good look, having to squint your eyes to make out the wet spot that you caused. “’M sorry.”

And as your eyes flickered just above her thighs, you swear you could recognize the bulge of her strap. She smirked when she saw your eyes widen in realization, looking away immediately and resumed walking as you noticed she noticed you staring.

As everyone hounded the bride for being missing in action for nearly an hour, Agatha watched you sputter out excuses with a drink in her hand. She had you where she wanted you, she’s got you wrapped around her finger, you are hooked.

For her son, well, she wasn’t that cruel. Agatha would let him have this night, this one moment. We all know who you really belong to. You are hers, from this day forward, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part.

Funny enough, everyone was too busy to notice the two of you wearing the exact same shade of lipstick.

–

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#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x y/n #agatha harkness smut #milf!agatha #mother in law!agatha #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #kathryn hahn x reader #taste of a poison paradise series

[eternally-smutty]

Study Session

summary: Natalie comes up with a way to tease her lover while he's trying to read.

word count: ~1.2k

content: 18+, minors dni, cockwarming, priest kink, slight degradation, bareback, clothed sex

author's note: I couldn't resist posting this of my secret f/o. I'm too proud of it to hide it away 😭

taglist: @wwafterdark hehe >:)

A shuddered breath escaped ⚰🪱’s lips, “Hnng, Natalie, please,”

Natalie clicked her tongue and shifted her sitting position, “From the top, priest. You know the rules.”

“You are being cruel.” He dug his gloved fingers into her exposed hip, “Thank God I don’t mind having such a pretty girl boss me around.”

“You are the one who agreed to this little game I created.” She chuckled, “Again, start from the top of the page and try to read four in full.”

“Four?” He groaned, “You said two at first. You are changing your game on me, girl.”

She moved a little, making him squirm, “It makes it more fun. I want to see how long you can last.”

She clenched around his cock and made him moan again, meaning he had to restart his reading once again. While being stuck in the library, Natalie grew tired of watching ⚰🪱 study endlessly. First, she started to test the waters by whispering some sultry things while lightly tracing her fingers along his hand. When he responded well to that, she carried on until she eventually ended up in his lap with her lips on his neck. Being the touch starved and isolated man he was, ⚰🪱 was more than willing to receive this attention. Only she could pull him away from his books. Then, Natalie got a wicked idea. She pulled her panties off and lifted his dark cloak up enough to expose his already hardened cock before slowly lowering herself on it. This shocked and surprised him but he was happy to oblige before she handed his book back to him and commanded that he read it to her without messing up. So, here they were now, with his cock still inside of her and with her continually shifting to make him stutter over his words.

He gripped his book so hard that his thumb was leaving an indent in the aged pages, “Hmm, I’m almost tempted to throw this book away and use you as a blessing.”

“And just ignore your studies? Your pursuit of knowledge?” Natalie asked in a playful tone, “Oh, no, not you, dark priest. Never you.”

⚰🪱 buried his face in her hair and smelled it, fighting the urge to drop the book to finger her, “It’s a bit hard to think of something so important when I have such a sweet, teasing lamb sitting on my cock.”

She sucked her lip between her teeth to hold back a moan, “It’s fun to break that dark, intimidating exterior you have all the time.” Her position changed once again that rubbed against his cock just right, once again earning another gasp.

Natalie giggled and turned to him, preparing to instruct him to restart but ⚰🪱 covered her mouth with her hand and muttered, “Shush.”

He pushed her off his cock before standing up and pointing to the floor. A sly look spread across her face as she got to her knees. She won the game she made up. He couldn’t take it anymore and now he had to fuck her on the floor of the library. 

“On all fours, pet.” His lips curled, “I lost your game. Are you happy now?”

“Very.” She purred, resting her weight on her hands.

His hands hastily lifted her skirt and fixed his robe again so that he had better access to his cock. He rubbed the head against her slick folds, gritting his teeth as he groaned, “Let’s see how long you keep up this dominant persona, hmm?”

Natalie didn’t have time to respond before ⚰🪱 slowly pushed himself inside of her. He so badly wanted to fuck her like a desperate animal in heat but he needed to tease her just as badly as she did him before. Her shy whimpers were all the encouragement he needed to continue this agonizingly slow pace.

“⚰🪱, please,”

“Oh? Now you’re the one whining and begging.” He said with a sneer, “What do you want, girl? Spit it out.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, “...Faster, please.”

“Sorry,” He stopped moving completely to give her a taste of her own medicine, “I couldn’t hear you. It’s not polite to treat a priest in such a way.”

Natalie grinded her ass against him in hopes of getting some movement and he couldn’t help but push her away.

She bit her lip again, “You agreed to play. You’re being unfair.”

“Yes, but I’m giving you what you gave to me, my pet.” He couldn’t wait to fuck her any longer, “You’re lucky I have a weakness for such pretty, pathetic girls such as yourself.”

He thrusted inside of her again but this time, started off with a quick and rough pace that was enough to make Natalie’s head spin. She clenched around his cock more, savoring feeling him push himself in and out of her as she cried his name.

⚰🪱 reached behind him and grabbed the book they were reading just moments before, flipped to a random page, and threw it in front of her, “Read one full sentence without slipping and I’ll cum inside.” He said flatly without stopping his pace.

“Th-That’s-!”

“Ah, ah,” He stopped her in the middle of her sentence, “From the top now. You can do it, lamb. Go on, where is that confidence from before?”

The way he talked down to her made her face flush and grow hot. Her eyes scanned the page and she did her best to read aloud without letting her noises interrupt her. Natalie now understood why ⚰🪱 struggled before but it felt even harder with him pounding into her.

“A-Ahh, oh, please,” She panted, completely forgetting about the book in front of her, “Please cum inside of me, please, please! I need it, please!”

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, “No.”

His voice was flat and emotionless as he slipped out of her and stroked his dick at the pathetic sight in front of him. Natalie looked back with hooded, cock drunk eyes and pleaded with him to finish inside of her and to fuck it deep inside but he didn’t listen. Seeing her so needy for him and his cock made him feel hot and it didn’t take much more for him to finally cum.

Ropes of warm cum splattered against her bare ass and pussy as he pumped himself. ⚰🪱 let out soft moans of her name as he reached his orgasm, forgetting all about the mean little game she made that got him so worked up in the first place. Once he was done, he sighed and wiped off the cum that dribbled down his shaft.

“If you were a good girl, I would’ve finished inside.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, “But sinners like yourself don’t get that, do they, girl?”

“...I guess not.” She replied, getting her bearings together.

He fixed his robe and returned to his spot at the table, “That’s what I thought. Now, grab the book and bring it back here. I haven't finished studying that.”

She did as she was told and brought the book back to him. Natalie also took her rightful spot next to him and went back to watching him read. That was until she started her game all over again by lightly tracing her fingers against his slender hand.

#my stuff ♡ #⚰🪱 #minors dni #nsft #nsft self shipping #priest kink

[fyodorloveclub]

Hi my favorite little horn and porn. Im back at it again because my brain is constantly thinking and there’s no stopping it. I don’t know about you but I feel like sitting on Fyodors lap and whisper to him in Spanish how he’s so beautiful. “Aw! Maybe they’ll do like sweet fluffy headcaonos?” is probably what you’re thinking…ERRRR IM ABOUT TO GIVE YOU SOME OF THE FILTHIEST TOE CURLY SMUT I CAN CONJURE UP IN MY SICK LITTLE HEAD.

•God where do I start with this mentally I’ll low ironed slutty waisted man? Firstly he’s a virgin killer, it gives him sick satisfaction knowing he is the one to ruin you. He’s sweet about it though (liar. All men do is lie.) the foreplay last for a good two hours, he wants you to feel comfortable and make sure it doesn’t hurt🥺 anndddd than we have the actual finale, yeah…like for ten seconds he’s nice about it and than he’s just thrusting into you like it’s HIS first time. Now what I mean by that is that it’s hard, fast…maybe a little desperate. But not uncoordinated or inexperienced.

•he loves hickies! God he loves them on you also he’s determined to make sure they’re not only viable but dark too. “But what happens if I have darker skin?” Babe…he’ll make sure they show up on you trust me. He doesn’t mind them either. He prefers you on top off him and giving them to him .

• blowjobs. Oh my. Facefucking is something that he truly loves, he loves shoving his cock down your pretty throat, he’ll squeeze your neck just ever so gentle right where his cock hits the back of your throat<3 he’s a head pusher but like consensually, like if you’re teasing him to much he’s going to be irritated. Loves when you’re wearing make up<3 because he gets to ruin it with your tears and drool! But don’t worry he’ll decorate your pretty face with his cum…how sweet. (No because I would cry over the fact my eyeliner being ruined. IT TAKES ME FOREVER)

•Fyodor’s hands are so pretty. His fingers are so long and just perfect. If you like his hands and he notices. Strap in for a long night, he uses them for you to see stars over and over again, his other hand would probably be gently wrapped around your throat or shoved in your mouth. Suck his fingers. Just do it.

•has never been pegged and honestly doesn’t know how to feel about it. But not against it. Have him on top. Not because he wants to be in control, but because of how pretty he looks, all covered in hickies and blushing. He whimpers, his moans could make you bust by itself I’m convinced. He can’t make eye contact but that’s okay because him throwing his head back in pleasure and moaning like a slut makes up for it! (I think I just awoken something in myself??)

•He’s a tricky guy loves playing games, and loves cock warming too. So he’ll have you sit in his lap full with him and ask you questions like when was the Eiffel Tower made? How many ways can you make a dollar with change? And if you get them wrong he adds 10-20 minutes of you just sitting there if you get one right you can slowly rock your self on him. Three in a row and you’re fucking until he needs to take a break (our anemic king is so strong 😔✊)

• now if priest!fyodor and you we’re together….Now as a man who talks about God and righteousness he sure as hell isn’t. He will fuck you up against the wall where the cross hangs for all the church to see and where he prayed just a few hours ago. (Fun fact I was raised catholic)

• as for kinks…he’s a pretty standard guy…kinda actually no he’s insane. Likes sensory deprivation and trailing his cold hands down your body, he won’t deny it, you being startle or even a little scared of him, makes him hard. Temperature play he likes as well but honestly he knows he’s not a good guy, he’s dangerous but something about you being so…trusting? (Or stupid he doesn’t know) just does something to that ego of his

•kissing him or making out with him is both romantic and orgasmic. It’s very sweet and gentle, but there’s just something about his hands hold you or how his lips feel, his tongue in your mouth. It’s just hot? But in and intimate way?

•The big question, does this man eat it? Yes he does and he’s quite good at it but if you compared dazai’s motives as to why they do it or like it, there’s a difference. Dazai does it to pleasure you, to make you feel good it’s just a plus he likes it too. Fyodor does it for his pleasure, like Dazai in a way he likes to get a reaction out of them. Fyodor enjoys seeing you shaking and crying from overstimulation, he likes how you become so dumb and puttty like in his hands, how if he stops just at a certain moment, he can ask any favor from you and you’d gladly nod and say yes but beg to have his mouth back on you. Look he’s willing to eat you out four a solid ten hours but just know if he asks “would you kill for me?” You’d say yes and not even know what he asked.

•he fainted one time in the middle of it because ✨anemia✨ also you are WRONG if you think your getting aftercare LMAO, it’s him who’s getting it.

Yours truly

(Also I haven’t gotten COVID since the outbreak but the goddamn flu has knocked me on my ass TWICE IN A MONTH)

-🪱

I LOVEEEEEEEE THE CONCEPT OF VIRGIN KILLER SO MUCHL FKLASJFLKSD like he so just wants to be the one you remember forever as your first (and best) time "like its his first time" i cant kdalsfj;klsdj;sfdajkl\

yesssss i've said this a lot but he so just wants to gag you until your eyes are watering and your makeup is fucking ruined unfortunately for him i wear waterproof eyeliner. but he does love facefucking omg. he wants to hear you gagging and choking and drooling all over yourself and his cock like he just wants to ruin you.

YES ive had noodles draw art of fedya with hickies all over him bc i needed it that badly. kal strongly disagrees with me on this but i think fedya is quite possessive, and covering you in hickies and bites and scratches is his favorite way of signifying that you are his and his alone.

U DONT EVEN KNOWWWWWWWWW HOW BIG OF A COCKWARMING FAN I AM ESP WITH HIM LIKE HE'S SUCH A TEASE dont even get me started on cockwarming like i will never stop

ok im literally so obsessed with priest!fyodor fucking you in a church like that is so amazing dfkaldfadjkl;dfj i like have to write that oh my god but also i feel like people would crucify me for that bye

and yeah id kill for him anyway but esp if his tongue was inside me bye

but also wouldnt doing aftercare for fedya but so fun like he'd be so annoying about it tho fjklfajldsfj he'd be like 'you're not drying my hair right' and you'd be like jesus fine do it yourself then and he'd be like no wait come back aslkfjasdlkk

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE BESTIE

#{ musings; fyodor } #voices in my head #🪱 demon

[daddymaster21]

So, I’m not a person that writes their own posts a whole lot. Mostly I just reblog what I agree with or find funny.

But today I am angry. Today I am so filled with seething rage that it’s going to take form, crawl out of my throat, trek to Pennsylvania, and slap someone in the fucking face. And I don’t have a great outlet right now, so I’m going to give a little bit of backstory, and then delve into why I’m so angry.

Backstory:

Okay! So I do not know the person I’m mad at personally. She knows my friend, and he refers to her as his best friend. They’ve known each other since they were twelve (they’re both 20 now).

So, she recently came to visit my friend, A. And shortly before she arrived, one of her partners broke up with her. I don’t know the full story but I do know it had to do with her other partner lying about wanting to be poly, when in fact, he wanted to be able to sleep with other women while keeping her, R, to himself.

She’s upset, understandably, and while she’s there, hits on A excessively. Just to be clear, I don’t mean like “oh, well, maybe she could’ve been flirting with me? I can’t quite tell.” I mean, she would ask A about his kinks and his sexual preferences and tease him when he responded, as well as moving his hand to her butt. Girl was not subtle.

Now, it was very clearly not a good time, but because she was really hitting on him and being overtly sexual, he asked R if she liked him in a way that was more than friends, because he really liked her. She basically said that she couldn’t talk about it right then, and that it was bad timing. He said he understood, and he could wait. I agree with this. I do not agree with what comes after this.

Why I’m mad:

Okay, so R returns home. It has now been a couple days and A brings up the conversation they had. I will be the first to admit that it’s too soon to do this, and he should have waited longer, but it in no way excuses her response.

R sends A a list of all the things he would need to do in order for her to date him, including but not limited to

He needs to lose “a bunch of weight” (her words, not mine)

He needs to go to therapy. If not therapy, he needs to talk to either a priest, or her MOTHER.

She is going to change his fashion

He needs to get into skincare, so that she can share her products with him

He needs a different hygiene routine

He needs to be well groomed around his genitals

He needs to shave his scruff

He needs to grow his hair out longer

Now, I have time to unpack all of that, so I’m going to share a few facts about A instead, all of which pertains to this list. A is barely chubby. He has a little bit of baby fat. If he were to lose “a bunch” of weight, he would unhealthily skinny. A is also not smelly or unhygienic. We’re both welders, so sometimes we’re gross and sweaty after work or school, but he showers afterwards, and his hair and clothes are clean.

He is also incredibly anxious and has a hard time expressing his feelings sometimes, so for him to confess to her was a big deal. Like I said, bad timing, but this is not something he did often. A opened up to her, and she systematically tore him down piece by piece about the most shallow things imaginable.

R then followed this list up by saying that other than all of those things, he didn’t need to change anything, and he would be a great romantic partner. The rant was also punctuated by 😂 and 😘 emojis. It was all incredibly insensitive.

The part that I keep coming back to though, is the fact that she did this after practically throwing herself at him. Now, I would like to be clear here, that I do not think she should’ve gotten with him because she flirted with him. I am, however, saying that she shouldn’t have hit on him knowing that she wouldn’t date him unless he changed everything about himself.

This was not a sudden revelation. This was a planned list. She had a mental map of everything she would change about him before she would ever even consider dating him. She did not need to make this list. She could’ve told him that she needed more time, or that A simply wasn’t her type. She didn’t do any of the appropriate things to do in that situation.

I will now remind you that they have been “best friends” since they were twelve. They’ve known each other for 8 years. She is well aware that he is self conscious about his weight, and general appearance physically. She is either too self absorbed to know or too self centered to care. After she fucking crushed his feelings, she went back to normal conversation like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A tells R that he’s incredibly upset. R asks him what he’s upset about. I am fucking astonished that she not only had the audacity to say all of that to him, but also that she lacked enough sense to know that he was going to be hurt by that. I am so horrified at her behavior.

This is not just her being mean or oblivious. This is cruel. This is not how you should treat a human being, much less one that cares about you. I am fucking appalled. I have no idea what to say or how to help him. Please, if someone tells you they like you, be kind about it. Don’t do this shit.

[bangchanswolfpelt]

I'm a Halloween simp and this is not good for my health (these aren't new but still)

i nearly fuckin YELLED because my raised-catholic-ass saw that white collar and immediately went ‘PRIEST KINK???? DO WE HAVE A PRIEST KINK NOW???????’ 💀

i have no idea who/what he’s dressed up as, but it IS a very good look on him 🥺

#i don’t think i could do a full priest kink #but religion kink with taehyun?? #could be fun???? #muse💞🐕💞 #txt👾 #mail corner 📬 #cw religion #cw religion kink #church boy taehyun⛪

[silverdelirium]

LIARS & LIBRARIES | POLY!WOLFSTAR

SUMMARY ➠ professor!remus and professor!sirius find out you’ve been fucking the both of them secretly.

WARNINGS ➠ age gap sex (reader is 20!), oral sex, double penetration (vaginal and anal) , praise, degrading, sir kink, threesome. don’t read if any of these make you uncomfortable or sound unappealing. FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALICS

WORD COUNT ➠ 3.2k

———

bottles of beer clanked against each other as the trio cheered together.

james chugged a chunk of his beer in one gulp, making remus grimace as he took a sip of his, sirius groaning slightly as he looked down to his now root beer-stained shirt.

“well” spoke james, putting his drink back on the sticky table in front of him. “how are you two doing? with the whole college professor shit”

sirius shrugged, “it’s definitely something, students get annoying sometimes, though”.

remus rolled his eyes as james snickered. “they’re really not that bad, you just gotta teach them how to respect you” he replied. sirius made a sound of what seemed to be agreement.

the table went silent for a moment, the three men taking sips of their beverage silently until sirius quipped up again, “well i’ve been meaning to tell you guys about this one student”

this got the other two’s attention, “don’t say what i think you’re gonna say, mate” chortled james, trying his best to hide his laughter as sirius cheeks flushed a coral pink.

“well first of all, i didn’t ask her to, she came to me one evening and i just couldn’t help myself” by this point, james was on a full on laughing match as sirius continued to explain himself “oh come on, like you’d say no to a pretty 20-year-old that begs for some cock in exchange for good grades” he scoffed.

it was then that both of them turned to look at the lycanthrope, who sat there with an iron grip on his bottle as his mouth stayed lightly agape.

james groaned as he threw his head back, a rumble of laughter coming from his chest as he stared at remus, “please don’t say you fuck your students too, moony.”

his whole face went red, throat dry as he tripped over his word “i-i, it was a one-time thing but then-” he got cut off by his curly-headed friend who was now doubling in laughter. 

sirius turned his head to the flushed male next to him, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “with who?” he whispered, as if he wasn’t gonna tell james once he was done laughing his ass out.

remus sighed before murmuring “y/ln. y/n y/ln”, leg bouncing on the table due to anxiety as if he was confessing the worst sin ever to a priest.

sirius smile dropped, his face static as he stared back at his friend. his expression was unreadable, it could’ve been mistaken for shock or horror, no one knew.

“no. fucking. way” he seethed, eyes turning into slits as he recollected all those times you missed out on your sessions. coincidentally the same nights remus couldn’t come over.

the dots seemed to connect in remus’ mind too, you could tell by the way his brows furrowed and he stared off into the abyss, probably having some similar flashbacks to sirius’.

james made and ooph sound as he wiped the tears from his face, wincing as he took in both of the male’s puzzled and heated expressions.

“shit” he murmured, lifting up the drink to his lips once again; the air around them becoming thick by each passed second.

sirius gave a shake of his head before grumbling a “that little brat” under his breath, fists clenching under the table as remus’ consciousness still wandered to all those times you screamed his name and swore no one else made you feel like he did. all while fucking his best friend on the side.

——

the underside of your knees dug on the wooden armrests of the chair as your hand fisted remus’ hair, tugging so hard you had him groaning into you.

“you like that, sugar?” he teased, raising his face just the slightest, giving you a glimpse if his drowned chin and glistening scruffy beard; all you could mumble back were meek whimpers, each stroke of his pink muscle bringing you closer to the peak.

his tongue dived in and out of your slick hole repeatedly, nose nudging at your swollen clit which he liked to tease with wet kisses every once in a while.

“fuck remus! i’m gonna cum, feels so- oh!” you gasped, your eyes watering and toes curling as your orgasm rushed over you, the brunette beneath you lapping up every last bit of arousal your body could give him.

“that’s it, sweetheart... so fucking sweet i could be between your legs for hours” he murmured, stroking your thighs with his fingers as he gave his last few languid tongue-strokes on your sensitive cunt.

he rose from his position on the floor, now towering over your flushed form that stayed in his seat, bottom clothing disregarded and top crinkled from remus’ previous groping on your breasts.

you cocked your head to the side tiredly “what are you gonna do now with me, sir?” an adorable pout forming in your face as he snickered and shook his head, undoing his trousers slowly.

“well, miss y/l/n” he started “i think it would be very much deserved on my part to fuck your little cunt stupid. what do you think, pretty?”

your throat ran dry.

“just please fuck me, remus”

——

the memory struck remus like a thunder once he waltzed into his classroom.

it was funny really, because if what had been revealed last night hadn’t been revealed. then perhaps he could’ve gone in like nothing had happened. 

not that he didn’t daydream about your rendezvous together on the daily- it was just a tad bit more exciting to think about them today, knowing that what he and sirius had in store for you was gonna leave you much more desperate than that time he ate you out on his chair before rearranging your guts until you cried.

almost as if on cue, a semi-long haired tall figure knocked on his classroom door.

“morning, professor” he teased, and it took remus one look at the smirking male to know he was just as giddy as him for today.

sirius took a few long strides over to him, “you ready for tonight?” he asked, unable to hide the slight glint of his eyes at the mention of it.

“very” chuckled remus, “make sure it’s by 10 P.M sharp, don’t want any onlookers watching her drool our cum out” he mumbled the last part, readjusting the strap of his watch.

sirius felt his trousers tighten at the thought of you, makeup messed up as you sat there on the library’s floor, begging to have your mouth fucked.

almost as if on cue, you emerged from the hallway’s shadows, stiffening lightly at the sight of your two hidden lovers reunited.

“oh- good morning, professors” you saluted, awkwardly walking to your seat with your rambling friend at your side.

“that little minx knows what she’s doing, wearing the tiniest skirt she has, almost as if she knew we’re gonna tame the brat out of her” grunted sirius, bulge growing by the second as you gave lovesick puppy eyes to lupin.

remus hummed in agreement, eyeing you up and down but not saying anything. he cleared his throat before refocusing on his colleague, “i’ll see you tonight then, mate”

brown hues focused on your squirming figure as he left the classroom, throwing you the most subtle wink he could manage before disappearing through the door, leaving behind the class that echoed remus’ saludation.

—— “just like that, sir!” you sobbed, hands grasping at sirius’ shoulder blades while he gave reckless thrusts into you, his fingers squeezing at the sides of your throat. 

he brought his mouth next to your ear, “what was that, sweets? can’t fucking hear you thanking me for wrecking your slutty cunt” he growled, bringing your curled leg from his desk to his shoulder.

“fuck!- thank you, thank you, thank you” you choked out, eyes lolling to the back of your head as your mouth stood agape, wanton moans leaving your mouth like a chant.

sirius laughed lightly at your eagerness, rocking his hips into yours at a sharper angle, making you full-on shout his name as he let out a few moans of his own, “my fucking god, baby, i could fuck you all day if i could- have myself buried deep inside you just to hear my name come from those little lips of yours” he said, mind lost in euphoria as your walls fluttered at the compliment.

“i’m cumming sirius, please!” you wailed, back arching off the wooden table.

the brunette thumbed at your clit, helping you draw out your orgasm as he crashed his lips with yours, “cum baby, fucking cum on my cock so you remember who you belong to”

“thank you- oh shit! thank you” you gasped, crystal tears running down your cheeks.

——

it was a deja vu, realized sirius.

the memory hit him just when you thanked the male for the compliment of your recent essay, a beam dancing in your smile as you giggled out a “thank you, sir” making his dick twitch in his pants.

“anytime, honey” he winked, making your ears grow hot as you went back to your seat.

the lecture went on as normal, sirius making your thighs clench together as he explained with his hands (the same ones that were deep inside you not even s week ago).

“alright, that’ll be enough for today, i want that analysis paper on my desk by tuesday” he announced, finding your eyes across the room as you collected your stuff.

“a word, miss y/l/n. please?” 

you didn’t need to be told twice, excitement bubbling at the pit of your stomach as you shamelessly thought about all the things that could happen in the next five minutes.

while the class emptied, you walked closer to sirius, who was leaning against his desk, sleeves rolled up as he fumbled with his rings.

you wasted no time to put your arms around his neck once the door snapped shut, a small hmph! coming out of sirius as he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist whilst you brought him into a messy lip-lock.

he snickered against your lips, peeling you off of him slowly, much to your dismay.

a pout formed on your lips at the unexpected rejection “what’s wrong?” you questioned.

“not right now, baby- anyone could walk in and see us and we don’t want that, do we?”

you shook your head no.

“well” he resumed. “how does tonight at the library sound, angel? at 10 perhaps? i always dreamt of bending you over the tables in there” 

the confession went straight to your clit, staggering your breath as you nodded happily in response, nuzzling into his palm lightly when he stroked your cheek with it.

in the blink of a moment his palm was traveling down to your neck, roughly yanking you forward as you squeaked soflty.

“i want you naked underneath those clothes, you hear me?”

the space between your legs throbbed madly, all of a sudden feeling empty as you clenched around nothing.

——

your fist connected with the large wooden library doors repeatedly, neck growing hot as you thought about what awaited you tonight.

a creak sounded, making your head snap up as sirius’ tall brooding frame came into view, a small smile decorating his sharp features, “come on in, sweetheart.” he invited, stepping to the side to let you inside.

the bright smile that was planted on your face left as quickly as it came once you caught sight of the lycanthrope leaning against one of the tables, the same one you had bounced on his cock in just two weeks ago.

your eyes sunk as realization drowned upon you.

they were fucking best friends, y/n. how long did you think you could get away from? you thought, mentally facepalming yourself as you remembered it was remus’ turn to close the library tonight. they’ve planned this, you realized.

you made a turn in a weak attempt to escape from the tense situation, only to be met with a hefty chest that almost had the wind knocked out of you. 

you swallowed the rock-sized lump in your throat before stepping back, switching your line of sight between the two as your breathing accelerated, “i’m sorry, i swear i didn’t meant for it to get this far!” you whimpered, fumbling with the ends of your long-sleeved as remus walked closer to you, cupping your chin with his index and thumb.

he shook his head lightly before speaking up “no need to be afraid, sugar. we’re just here to give you a little lesson, hm?” 

you looked over to sirius, who only gave you and encouraging raise of brows.

“yes, sir” you whined, unable to stop your thighs from magnetizing together as their eyes roamed your budy hungrily, as if they were some type pf predators and you were their prey.

you barely had time to catch a breat before remus’ lips were on yours in a fervid kiss, sirius coming up behind you to rub his bulge against your lower back, his girth perfectly outlined, making you whimper against remus’ mouth.

both sets of hands groped and teased your entire form, making your skin pebble. “please” you croaked, grinding your hips against god knows whose. 

“what do you want, sweets? for us to play with your little cunt, is that it?” taunted sirius, squeezing at your waist as remus’ kisses traveled lower.

you nodded shyly, letting out a small cry as the brunette nipped at your sweet spot. “wanna make you feel good too”

remus hummed, unbuckling his belt as sirius turned you around to face him, trapping you in a lewd make-out whilst carrying you to a table, laying you down softly as you gave labored breaths.

“you gonna be a good slut like always and suck me good while sirius eats your little pussy, yeah?” asked remus, stroking your cheek with his knuckles as your head almost dangled off the table’s edge.

“yes”

“yes what?”

“yes, sir” you corrected, spreading your legs for sirius on the other end, revealing your sopping, bare heat.

sirius gave a strangled moan at the sight, palming himself lightly as he stroked your soaked lips with his fingers, “atta girl, so obedient for us, yeah?” he praised.

you mewled in response, rotating your hips onto his hand, which earned you a firm strike of his palm on your buzzing cunt. “don’t be such a greedy slut, we’ve taught you better than that”

“i’m sor- hmph!” your apology was cut short by a gargle of your own, your oxygen cut short as remus’ cock pushed itself through your mouth. “enough talkin, you brat, need to put this useless mouth to good use- oh fuck” he groaned, feeling as your throat contracted around him when sirus’ thick digits entered you.

“as tight as ever, angel. can’t wait to fucking fill you up” spoke sirius, letting his thumb draw tight circles on your engorged clit that pulsed in need. 

remus’ molars grind painfully as he struggles to keep his mewls down, thanks to the vibrations your own provided to his cock. 

he reached over to pull your top down, revealing your breasts, which sirius wasted no time to put in his hands, smoothing his fingers over the sensitive nubs.

“gosh i wish i could have you like this all day, at our disposal, ready for us to pump your holes full and nothing more” chuckled remus, watching as your thighs shook from the unstopping currents of pleasure that sirius provided to your gushing cunt.

“so fucking little yet as dirty as ever- dripping down my arm already, you wanna cum, angel?” he cooed, watching as you gripped remus’ thighs while his cock dived in and out of your mouth.

you did your best to nod around the thick cock that continued to destroy your throat, the stimulation from your played tits brought you closer to cloud nine, rush of euphoria swimming through your veins.

“can feel you clenching around me, sweets- shit” groaned sirius, his mouth agape as the coil in your lower abdomen snapped with no warning, watching as your slick rushed out of you like an open faucet, not that he minded.

“gonna fucking cum- ah!” moaned remus, squeezing the base of his cock as he emptied his first load of the night down the depths of your throat, eliciting tears to run down your face.

it was absolute heaven for your lungs once the male pulled out, sitting you up and letting you catch your breath as you leaned against his warm body, mind already foggy after just one high.

“that was so fucking sexy, i want you creaming around my cock now.” sirius ordered.

after a hassle of torn clothes and heated kisses, here you were, hovering over remus’ leaking and already hard cock as his hands groped the tight globes of your arse, giving them a firm slap before spitting into his hand and lubing up the tight ring of muscles on your bum.

“you ready, gorgeous?” he whispered, not giving you time to respond as he slammed you down on him, coaxing a shout out of you as you wriggled in pain due to the burning stretch.

your breaths were harsh and choked as sirius stroked himself at the sight, watching twin waterfalls leave your eyes as remus adjusted your legs, letting the bend of your knees rest on his hands while your puffy cunt practically begged for sirius.

“can’t believe we get the prettiest little doll just for us to use, rem” he said, aligning his cock with your slit.

you whimpered as he entered you, your pussy sucking him in eagerly as he grunted in bliss, your brain short-circuiting as both males slowly thrusted into you.

“so good, sir” you babbled, not even sure who you were talking to as your eyes unfocused, body going limp as you let them abuse your holes, your weak moans and cries resonating through the empty library, along with their own strangled groans.

“you like that, baby? or is it too much for your little guts, huh?” they would tease, going at animalistic speeds as you sobbed for more.

“if you didn’t want us to pound your pussy into tomorrow then you shoulld’ve thought about sneaking around like a needy little slut” seethed sirius, ignoring your pleas as he drilled in and out of you.

“fuck!- too much, sir! can’t take it” 

remus faked a pout “you think we care? after you lied to our faces the whole time- you baby brained brat” he patted at your cheek, thrusting his hips up against your tight ass.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum” said sirius through gritted teeth, rubbing with his index finger at your sensitive mound to bring you closer to the edge.

it didn’t take much for all of you to cum, sirius being the first to reach the seventh heaven as his hips stuttered; the double-ended simulation from your part gave you one of the most mind-blowing orgasms ever, your juices drenching both male’s thighs, along with your own.

remus was the last to reach his peak, you weren’t surprised. he had stamina.

the groans he made always sent sparks through your spine, this time was no different.

“now- you think you can get away with lying to us again, angel?” asked sirius, cocking his head to the side as remus helped cleaned you up.

“well” you shrugged “if this is what it’ll get me, then maybe”

———

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[skzkkun]

sinner [teaser]

pairing: priest!yeonjun x reader

warnings: this fic heavily features religion (christianity) and biblical references, based on my own knowledge being raised roman catholic, as well as themes of blasphemy (i.e., church sex / priest kink)― if this would make you uncomfortable, please read with discretion. hard kinks. afab!reader. featuring all members of txt !! <3

synopsis: when you told your friends that you had the hots for a charming stranger, the last person they expected for you to be talking about was the local priest. . . i guess thats one way to get a reckless, party-goer to attend church.

“Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” (Matthew 26:41 )

“Kneel.” Yeonjun commanded, motioning with a nod as he looked down at you: his authority palpable.

You hesitate, as the priest slips his arm around your shoulders, and nestles his mouth against your ear. “Kneel." He spits out, "Or I’ll drag you up to the altar by your hair, bend you over it and fuck your ass.”

You try to pull away, desperate to scan his face for any hint of sarcasm. “Yeonjun, I― Father, someone could come in. Someone could see,” You lowly hiss.

“Look at me, (Y/n). Do you think I care? Do you think I’m not perfectly willing to take whatever the consequences of that might be? At worst I’d be charged with lewd and indecent behaviour. Chances are, they’d just freak out quietly and ask us to leave.” Yeonjun stares at your shocked face. “As much as I’m concerned about my immortal soul, my sweet. And I don’t believe God gives a shit where I fuck your ass.”

“Sh-sh!” You glance around frantically, as Yeonjun reads your face; acknowledging the reaction his words had caused with a sly grin. Ironic how devilish a man of God could be.

“Okay. Okay!” You edge off the pew and onto your knees. The mid-length dress that hugs your frame rides up your waist; flared at your hips, and draped over your ass in a way that made it obvious that you had followed Yeonjun’s instructions to leave your panties at home.

On the pew behind you, Yeonjun reaches forward and strokes his soft knuckles down your back. “Put your hands together and pray.”

“What… what should I pray for?”

“I don’t care. It’s not going to matter soon― Will it, baby?”

Beneath the dress, your legs are bare; Yeonjun gently pushes his way between your clenched legs into your heat. He catches a nice soft piece of inner thigh between two fingers and pinches hard enough to elicit a timid gasp.

“I can’t,” You whisper.

“You can. And you will.” The priest stands up straight, moving in front of your kneeling form, “Beg to your God, (Y/n)”

. . . full fic coming soon :: december 20th

(edit: the full fic is out now !!)

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[poursomesunaonme]

father gojo

a/n: brain is so on the decline with priest!gojo infection that i can barely function. absolutely crippling. also my first sacrilegious/hierophilic piece since yeeting catholicism so hooray exploring new places in writing😈 also fair warning it sounds fucking delusional butttt we’re just gonna ignore how that tone came so naturally to me

wc: 1.1k

cw: nsfw, minors dni, implied dubcon, religious manipulation, power dynamics, religion / catholicism / priests, sex toys (vibrator), implied oral (male receiving), semi-public sex, orgasm control/denial, creampie, kinda obsessive/possessive behavior, corruption kink, a literal god complex!gojo

father gojo is the most charismatic man of the diocese - so charming that you’d think he was jesus christ himself. and if priests are shepherds, then he has the biggest flock. people come from all over to join the church where he preaches. who could deny those blue eyes that saw into anyone’s soul? he even ropes you into returning to the church somehow, rescuing you from your previously sinful ways. you’re so thankful to have been saved by such a holy man.

but you poor sinner, you know you can’t deny it. father gojo’s been shaped by the lord himself. hell, he can even be an angel sent straight from the gates of heaven. you become so devout under his guidance, under his spiritual direction, that you attend daily mass, even start leading in church - reading, singing, and serving communion. you actually frequent confession once a week! father gojo’s amazed at your growth, as are you. you’ve never had a passion such as this before.

but what amazes him even more is your eagerness to serve the man who has dedicated so much to his parish. father gojo is known to comfort a widow on any given day, but his consolation for your troubles is a little different. so, out of all the people that adore him, you, his little saint, do the most.

he’s so tender, so mild, when interacting with you. he makes sure that you talk every day, that he sees you at least once a week outside of church activities, and you don’t hesitate to oblige. he’s so full of knowledge and wisdom and he loves to share it with you. you know that father gojo only wants the best for you.

which is why he fucks you in the sacristy before every mass, whether or not you’re serving for communion. and he doesn’t even care that the other ministers could walk in at any given moment. the lord will protect you, after all. he whispers the most unholy things in your ear while pounding his hips into yours without an ounce of clemency. it’s like he’s possessed by the devil himself. but father gojo assures you that everything is okay, that you’re alright, that the lord is thankful for your service. and you both finish in such an ecstasy that’s nothing short of divine. and of course, he’ll still need to finish his preparations, so he watches the skirt of your dress flutter down over your legs, covering up the cum that leaks down between your inner thighs.

he says that it’s doing a service to the lord, that you’re fulfilling your duty to comfort the afflicted. father gojo can be so tired sometimes from doing everything to serve the parish - he says it’s okay that you help him out a bit in your own special way. at first, you’re apprehensive, not sure if you’re actions are going against the lord’s teachings.

it seems eerily similar to a story in the bible, how a man and woman were tempted to sin and gave in. and they were cast out of paradise. you fashion yourself eve, not wanting to bring the adam father gojo is to sin. the serpent hisses in your ear every time you lay eyes on him. but father gojo assuages your doubts with kisses sweeter than milk and honey. and you fall - together.

no matter what service is going on, you’re always in the front row, gazing ever so devoutly at father gojo. always leaning forward more than the other church go-ers, in a modest dress that at least hits the middle of your calves. the closer you get to the pastor, the more you get confused. a lot of the time you don’t know who you’re praying to, the lord or the self-proclaimed god preaching about him on the altar. but it’s okay - it doesn’t matter because you’re a good person. you follow his commands.

and you relish in the special attention that father shows you. he’s always incredibly animated when giving homilies, gesturing his arms and directing his eye contact accordingly. but it’s your eyes he meets the most. and it’s not just at that point in the service.

it’s also when he invites the parishioners to kneel. which is what you’ll be doing when you go to the rectory after the service is finished. and you can’t help but entertain him in that regard, kneeling down to receive communion and holding eye contact with him with the most innocent of expressions but the most suggestive of glints in your eye.

weekly confession is just a dirty list of your own deeds that you pursue with your confessor. and they always lead to actions that beg a second visit. all the other parishioners are so confused that you always take so long in the booth even though you go to the sacrament every week. but you know that they shouldn’t judge you lest they be judged.

father gojo just loves to push you out of your comfort zone. that’s what faith is, isn’t it? you know you need to trust god, trust father gojo more. and you’ve grown to love cantoring in church, so this idea takes a lot of convincing on the trustworthy father’s part. but you obey his command with an eagerness to please him.

the pastor smirks at your voice that trembles with effort to keep composure while leading the congregation in song with a vibrator wreaking havoc in your cunt. he turns up the power with every verse just to hear the delightful sighs that pour from your mouth. not one person notices how he reaches into his chasuble to fiddle with the controls, not when they’re in awe of how moved by the spirit you are - or so they think. but who can tell the difference when your voice is so real and raw, so desperate and begging. it’s a true prayer.

and you know not to cum during mass. it’s not very becoming of a little saint like you. so after the first few sunday services, father gojo has you trained in the virtue of self control.

but you, his little saint, he’ll reward you with heaven after each mass. he thinks that one day, he’ll throw off the collar for you. but you both know that isn’t true. however, as you’re bent over his humble twin bed, bliss pouring over you moment by moment in the direct line of sight of the statues and holy icons that shake their heads at your vulgar deeds, you don’t care one bit.

father gojo will test you worse than the devil, but that doesn’t matter. you’ll follow him through hell and back.

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[necros-writing-stuff]

You opened this can of worms. Now lay in it.

But I’m all seriousness if you have time can you do the wedding ask but with Kylar, Whitney, and great Hawk (I just think I’d be funny to try and explain a wedding to a harpy)

Aight here we go, part two electric boogaloo

NSFW below

Great Hawk

So, so confused. Does not get it, these strange landstrider ways of signing things.

Of getting permission from people to love.

Perfectly happy stealing you ring after ring until they find a perfect one though. If you want pretty jewellery, the harpy is more than happy to provide.

Its gonna be impossible to get the harpy into a dress or tux. Impossible to get them into town and find a venue or do anything normal.

And getting an official out in the moors? You better be paying good money.

But say you do do all that, manage to escort some poor priest or whatever to the tower, Great Hawk may get a little territorial. 

Once you calm them down, they’ll allow the person inside. If it will make you happy, they suppose. 

“Don’t worry about a witness,” the officiate says, obviously uncomfortable and wanting away from the situation.

If you dress up, Great Hawk will smother you in compliments, their mate looks amazing! So excellently preened!

The officiate goes through the words as quickly as they can, jumping when, instead of saying vows, the harpy screeches a song that declares their love for you.

You sign the presented papers, helping the harpy put their mark down, too. and the officiate runs off so they don’t have to risk their sanity any longer.

Buying a radio so the two of you can have a dance, sing along. Maybe even buying a small cake and feeding it to them, delighting in how they react to the sweet taste.

Great Hawk could fly you anywhere you wanted for a honeymoon. But what about the nest? Maybe you should wait till winter, then you two can find a nice spot somewhere warm.

Excited to mate that night, stripping your clothes and laying you down so they can breed you full of chicks. Tries to keep your clothes pristine for you.

Very thorough in their treatment of you, caresses your body and praising your everything.

You’re not entirely sure Great Hawk gets what happened. You’re still happy though, and so are they, knowing that you’re bound by their ways and yours.

Kylar

Oh this fucker planned.

Years and years in advance.

I’m talking slide shows, binders, cut-out collages of outfits and themes.

Proposes to you. The ring is goddamn expensive, and its perfect because of course it is.

The proposal was more of a formality, a definite put the plan into motion moment, you’ve always been bound to marry.

Lets you check the plans over, any changes you need to make are okay. Its your big day, too.

So happy to tour venues, to try catering, to find outfits. Everyone can see how excited Kylar is, how proud they are that they get to marry you.

Tells. Fucking. Everyone.

Old lady on the bus? Told. Local butcher? An earful. Don’t bring them to any poetry events, they’ll claim the mic to tell the whole room.

Really wants a Halloween themed wedding. Wants the two of you dressed like Gomez and Morticia, or Victor and Emily, or Jack and Sally.

If you let them do that, they’ll cry from joy and start practicing make-up every day so its perfect.

Don’t worry about price, they’ve got that covered.

The day comes and Kylar can’t wait to see you. Does not obey the traditional don’t see each other thing, will drag you off to touch you.

Most of the people from school are banned. Especially Whitney. May allow Robin, if you’ve assured them that you’re just friends.

Kylar’s family is there, they’re an interesting bunch. Rich, some a bit condescending. If this is your first time meeting his parents (unlikely) then I agree with the headcanon that one of them is probably just like Kylar - and gushes over you. Their little baby is getting a spouse all of their own.

Done in a church, even if its been dressed up in spiders webs and other stuff like that (if you let Kylar theme it).

Every guest is in costume, too.

If the PC is given away, then again you could use Bailey. They’ll smile and wave, knowing they can socialise and use it to their advantage. But I would find it funny if Doren does it, briefly telling you they were worried about Kylar in school, but you look so happy now! That's wonderful!

Kylar cries. Almost sobbing. Their mother/father stand beside them with tissues.

Records the wedding.

Personal vows. Its a poem, of course. Its not like the racy ones in English. Its heartfelt, beautiful, been drafted over and over again till it looked wrong and then right again,

One of you is getting dipped in the kiss. Be careful not to drop each other.

Honeymoon in Japan!

Going to the official stores of games you like, cat cafes, Kylar spending so long in the arcade.

Of course marathon sex. They’re not letting you go. You’ll be finding it hard to walk, room service being the only thing keeping you going.

Already said ‘I love you’ a thousand times during sex, now says it a million.

Time to start planning for babies, they’ll point out. They also have slideshows for that.

Whitney

You know how people get really drunk and do it impulsively? Yeah.

It would be on a trip out to some foreign country, you’re their slut so of course you get to come with. Doesn’t admit to having saved up for so long to take you away somewhere, just the two of you.

Parties hard throughout the vacation, taking advantage of the hot climate to dress in as little as possible, and wants to fuck you anywhere they can.

Until you wake up one night to find a signed marriage certificate with your names on it and a whole lot of missing memories.

Finds a camera, flicks though it to find out the two of you got married the night before. You’re dressed up in the worst outfits they’ve ever seen, but you’re smiling so wide, the kiss looks so full of love.

Oh look you took photos of the consummation, too.

Divorces are expensive, you know. Besides, not like you’re leaving them anytime soon. Its convenient to stay married.

Years down the line you could convince Whitney to do a proper ceremony. A recital, just so you can have one you remember.

They give in, and let you plan. But dear God are they nervous.

Terrified to tell their family. Doesn’t really want them there, scared they’ll say something to you. But if you insist.

Jokes about inviting Leighton for a brief second before deciding against. Bastard would show up and ruin everything, knowing them.

Almost runs off. Even if you’re already married, if its just a little ceremony with close people, Whitney feels vulnerable. Their friends will be there, will they think they’re weak?

But they suck it up and go to the recital.

Tries not to cry when they see you. Fails. Quickly wipes their face before anyone can see. Everyone already saw.

Whispers their vows to you. So quiet everyone leans in, but you hear them perfectly. They mean it when they say they love you, and you can only tell further when you go to place the ring on their finger to find a black band a writing around where the ring goes.

Its your name. Tattooed in a band, around their finger.

Okay now you’re both crying.

The after party is one hell of a show. Even if the venue, the food, the DJ aren't expensive, Whitney and their friends make it so that it isn't dull.

The best man’s speech is embarrassing for both of you, whether its your best friend (Robin, probably) or Whitney’s recounting something like you two stabbing at each other with protractors in Maths.

At one point you hear Whitney’s friends congratulate them. Telling them its okay they cried, they’re all happy for them.

The honeymoon? The place you got married in the first place. And you’re going to recreate the photos from the night, too.

Whipped cream and strawberries. Whitney covers you in it, licks it off and is eager to try other food-related kinks with you.

Whitney is very happy they didn’t run.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity great hawk #spill your guts #anonymous

[noctumbra]

❝holy❞

summary ─ “intimate,” he decided to say, “touch me here.”

pairing ─ dark!priest!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ dark fic, smut, +18, corruption, handjob, innocence kink (?)

a/n ─ this is a dark fic. i don’t have much experience on writing dark fics, but better late than never, right? i hope i nailed writing this, and hope you guys like it! please leave a comment if you liked it! thank you <33 [ps: i somehow didn’t feel motivated writing this and i know this sucks, so i’m really sorry if you had high hopes :( i’ll try to make it up with the others!]

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: dark!priest!bucky + church sex + corruption kink

The church was peaceful.

Father Barnes had always liked it when the church was left to him only: No visitors, no cleaners ─ no one. Only him. It was like he was alone with his existence and the weight of his past sins. It was a time where he could talk to God about what he had done before he found his way again, as if there was someone listening to him.

Friday nights were the quietest and emptiest night in a week. People were tired and excited about their upcoming weekend, so they avoided coming to the church unless it was Sunday and their last off-day before they jumped into another busy week. The heavy rain outside was also a prominent effect of why the church was empty. If Father Barnes had not lived in the church, he’d have gone home already, too.

Father Barnes sighed deeply, eyes closed; he walked in the quiet, large room. The smell of burning candles and fresh earth, the rhythmic sound of rain beating the church windows… It was peaceful. So much so that, Father Barnes felt like he finally found his footing, his safe space. He had been places where it was too loud to even hear himself think. He had smelt so many unpleasant scents; rotting flesh, dried blood and dead bodies.

He deserved this peaceful moment, this safe space.

Smiling to himself, Father Barnes turned to the French church doors. He always locked them after the last mass which was around 7PM, and since today was Friday and the church was empty, he figured he could close it a little earlier than usual.

As he reached for the doorknobs, he heard rushed footsteps. Father Barnes tensed, he couldn’t help but stay alert at the sound; it was an undying habit he picked it up while he was in Army. He turned the doorknobs slowly, sticking his head out to see who was rushing where.

It was when he saw you: Soaking wet from the rain, hair sticking to your face; your clothes were wet, thin and he saw you shudder violently. Your eyes were wild, scared, and Father Barnes frowned slightly. His frown got deeper when he saw the state you were in with its full power. He stood in front of the door, now, watching you intently because you looked like you could pass out any second. You stood on your place, frozen, when you saw him watching you.

“Please,” you whispered as you walked towards him with shaky steps. “I need some place to stay for the night, please. Father, please.” Father Barnes extended his hand out to you because he was still afraid you’d fall.

“Come in, little lady,” he murmured, “You look cold and sick,” he couldn’t help but add. You grabbed his large, warm hand and shivered. He was right, you were cold and sick. Murmuring a soft ‘thank you’, you stepped inside of the warm and dry church. The air was filled with a scent that reminded you your home a little, but you ignored the thought.

That place was no longer your home, you thought.

“Let’s get you to the warmth, shall we?” You heard the kind Father speaking to you softly as he walked towards you after locking the church doors. You nodded meekly. You’d do anything to get warm again, and it was showing up on your face. Father Barnes smiled at you. The hand you held moved from your hand to your arm, and he gently led you deep inside the church.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting in front of the fireplace. Father Barnes had made you tea, with honey because you told him you liked it that way. He even gave you dry clothes, claiming that if you were to stay in your wet ones, you’d get sick very badly. You couldn’t argue, just nodded, and accepted the clothes he held out to you.

Now you were in soft, white and thick nightgown, with a warm cup held between your palms, sitting in front of a fireplace. You were grateful for what the Father had done for you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, the quiet felt too nice to be interrupted with loud talking voice. “You didn’t have to take me in, but you did it anyway. Thank you, Father.” You smiled at him shyly. Bucky smiled at you back, though his mind was wondering things that he shouldn’t have.

“It’s what anyone with a conscience would do, little lady,” he said. You felt your cheeks heat up with the pet name and buried your face into your tea cup. Bucky smirked darkly at the shy look on your face.

The white gown on you, your shy face and wide, innocent eyes were driving him mad ever since he took you in. Your hair had dried mostly, and Father Barnes wanted to bury his face in it. He wanted to inhale your scent, wanted to hold you close to his touch starved body. He knew that you came to him by thinking that he’d keep you safe somehow, but little did you know that you actually stepped into a wolf’s den…

“No, sometimes a conscience doesn’t make you do this,” you argued softly, eyes down. “Thank you, again. I don’t know how I can repay this.” You smiled at him one more time, and Father Barnes cursed himself when he felt his cock stirring in his uniform. He knew exactly how you could repay him, but he also knew he needed to lure you in for it.

“You could help me about something,” he started, voice still soft. You perked up immediately, eager to help. Placing your cup carefully onto small table next to where you were sitting, you turned to Father Barnes. He smiled at your enthusiasm. He stood up from where he was sitting in front of you, he found his next seat next to you. “I’m very bad at letting people touch me,” he murmured, “Can you teach me how it feels to be touched?” He asked. You bit your lip. You’ve never touched a man like this before, but you could do it for this good man.

“I can try,” you murmured. Father Barnes beamed at you. “How do you want me to touch you?” Father Barnes had to take a deep breath to constrict himself not to jump on you at that moment. You immediately shied away. “Have I said something wrong? I’m sorry,” you said, quickly. Father Barnes shook his head.

“No, little one, you haven’t,” he assured you, hands over yours. You exhaled, relieved, and held his hands back. “It had been a while,” he continued, “No women touched me that way. I forgot the feeling. I was hoping you could help me remember it?”

“What way, Father?” You sat up straight. “I can try like I said!” Father Barnes almost groaned at your eagerness.

“Intimate,” he decided to say, “Touch me here.” Father Barnes took your hand and placed over the bulge in his pants. You gasped. Your eyes wide, you looked at him. “It had been so long, little one. I just want to feel good, can you help me?” You swallowed and nodded. Father smiled at you encouragingly. “Undo them, little one. Don’t be shy.”

You reached out to pull his zipper down and stripped him off his briefs. You gasped again when you saw his cock; fully hard, angry red tip and tight balls. You’ve never been this close to a man’s intimate parts before. You somehow found this moment arousing, too, but you didn’t know what you were feeling exactly since you’ve never felt this way.

“Touch it, dove,” he murmured. “It needs you.” You stole a glance from him, your eyes came in contact with his burning blue eyes. You took a deep breath and brought your hand over the flesh. Making a fist around it, you squeezed lightly. Father Barnes sucked in a harsh breath. “Move it, up and down, dove. You’re doing very good so far.” You felt yourself preen under the compliment, you did as he said.

Moving your hand up and down, you continued to squeeze him lightly. Whenever your hand came in contact with his angry red tip, Father Barnes grunted like he had been punched. You licked your lips and moved your hand a little faster.

“Tighter,” he breathed, “Hold it tighter.” You squeezed your fist tighter around him, and Father Barnes groaned. “Yes, I’m loving it, pet, so good.” You smiled at him shyly and continued to move your hand.

It went on like that for good ten minutes; your hand started to move faster with each passing minute. You were jacking him quickly now, swirling your thumb over his tip like he instructed you to. He was groaning and moaning under your fingers. Your cheeks were burning like hell, and the fire next to you had nothing to with it. Father Barnes’ hips started to thrust up after a short while. His balls were hitting your hand with his each thrust.

“Tighter, baby,” he groaned. You squeezed him tightly, causing him to moan brokenly and loudly, head thrown back. You licked your lips. “Yes!” He cried out. “Yes, baby, keep going!” You didn’t falter your hand, kept it moving as he thrusted in it. “Fuck!” Father Barnes exclaimed. “Fuck─”

Suddenly, white spurts of come covered your hand. Some of it dirtying up the Father’s clothes, you continued to move your hand until he stopped you, breathless. He chuckled deeply.

“Damn, dove,” he chuckled again, “Thank you, that was exactly what I needed.” You smiled at him as you pulled your hand back. “Wanna taste it? C’mon, lick it and see if you like it.” You frowned slightly, but you did as he told you: Licking your hand clean, you found out that you liked the taste.

“I liked it,” you murmured. Father Barnes smiled widely at you.

“Well, you can have as much as you want as long as you stay here with me,” he said, and you nodded.

You weren’t welcomed at your own home, anyway. Father Barnes just offered you to stay in this beautiful church with him and asked for your touch in return.

There was no better deal than this. 

#bucky barnes x raeder #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #dark!bucky #priest!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #dark!priest!bucky #dark!fic #kinktober 2020 #tw dark fic #tw corruption

[jisungsplatforms]

Pairing: Lee Felix x succubus! reader

Genre: NSFW! smut

CW: use of religious themes (do not read if sensitive to this topic)

Warnings: Mature content! language, implied wet dreams, oral sex (m. rec), degrading, corruption kink, implied public sex at the end, religious Felix going through 139380 thoughts of self-conflict but ultimately his curious horny side wins

*just small reminder that the acts that will take place in this fic is all consensual!

Felix believed that he has always been a good boy.

He has never done any bad. Never lied, never let jealousy over take him, never let greed consume him. He has never even given into the temptation of lust. The ideal young man, if his parents do say so themselves. So why was he cursed to have such ungodly nights?

Lately, Felix had been experiencing some rather strange dreams. Every night, the silhouette of a person appears. Each scenario different from the one prior, but always ending with him pinned down onto the floor of the altar by the silhouette. It was disgusting. Immoral. Sinful.

Oh how much he hated to admit that he was infatuated.

The heels of his shoes thumped as he walked down the carpeted floor of the cathedral. Stopping right in front of the altar, Felix sighed guiltily, staring up on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the wall. He was anxious. He thought that he didn’t deserve to be anywhere near the presence of the Lord. Taking a few steps back before fully turning around, Felix walked down from the short flight of stairs to the wooden pews, wanting to sit on the left side of the second row. He cautiously sat down, looking around in search of his priest. Not finding a single trace of any human contact in the old building, he grunted, deciding to lower down the kneeler to pray to pass some time.

Felix took a deep breath, inhaling the strong scent of the church’s candles; which he, in his honest opinion, rather disliked due to the aroma being way too suffocating for his sensitive nose. He closed his eyes, letting his forehead rest on his clasped hands. He quietly mumbled his desperate attempt for forgiveness until he heard footsteps echoing behind him. At first he ignored them, wanting to finish off his prayer, til he felt a strong presence beside him.

“Hello.”

He looked up to see you, smiling at him with radiance. He felt himself blush. “Oh- uh. Hello?” Felix stuttered. He mentally slapped himself for feeling so nervous around you. You giggled warmly, finding him adorable.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you. Please, just continue on with your prayer,” you spoke softly as you went to sit on the row infront of him. Felix nodded, going back to resume praying. In reality, however, he couldn’t even finish; he just wanted an excuse to not make conversation with you, the encounter way too awkward. for him. “Are you alright?” he heard you ask. He snapped his head up to see you looking at him worriedly.

“Yes!” He cringed at the way his voice cracked. “I mean, yes. I just feel a little...stiff. That’s all.”

You hummed in response. “Is it because of the terrible nightmares you’ve been experiencing?”

Felix gasped. “How did-?”

“I could feel your aura,” you laughed. “You’re uneasy. You feel like you’ve committed a terrible sin, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah! Wow how did-?”

“I’m the reason you’ve been having those dreams,” you smirked. Your once warm, welcoming aura turned ominous. Felix’s expression morphed into one of curiosity and fear.

“Wh-what?”

“Poor little Felix,” you grinned sinisterly. “Was as pure as child’s laugh now as corrupted and filthy as the earth you walk on.” You stood up, your shadow looming over Felix’s trembling form. Now he knew why your presence felt so familiar, it was because he was consumed by it every night. He slowly looked up to see your seductive smirk.

He gulped. “Are you-?”

“Y/n. At least, that’s the human name I go by, doll.” You stretched your arm out to caress his freckled face. Goosebumps erupted all over his skin. A pang of excitement shot down between his legs. You giggled, “Oh?”

Felix looked down in humiliation, already knowing what triggered your reaction. You slid out of the pew to where the flustered boy was at. “What’s this baby boy? Already excited from the bare minimum?” You scoffed. “How pathetic.”

He didn’t know his the tears stinging his eyes were from fear, embarrassment, or sexual frustration. You sat beside him and whispered, “Did you really think that going to this worthless place would cleanse you of your sins? Having a confessional with a priest—or, better yet, even talking to the big guy himself?” You giggled darkly, roughly grabbing his face. “That’s all full of shit.”

Felix stuttered, “Why? Why me? What have I done to deserve this?” You threw your head back, laughing almost maniacally.

“What did you do? Nothing!” Your eyes crinkled as you smiled widely. “You were just such a darling young man that I just had to have you. Call it a corruption kink, if you will.” You licked your lips, watching him cower. You could feel the mix of fear and arousal surge throughout his body. “How would you like it if I grant you the pleasure of materializing your desires?”

“Materialize- what desires?”

“You know what I’m talking about, baby boy,” you sang, caressing his thigh. “After months of feeding off of you in your slumber, don’t you want to feel the real thing?”

“Uh- huh? N-no! I-”

You hushed him. “No more talking now, doll. Let me have my treat,” you giggled as you slowly sank down to your knees.

All Felix could do was watch as you kissed his inner thighs. He licked his lip, conflicted. This is a demon for fucks sake! He is a child of God— he should not let the temptation of an antichrist overpower him! That thought was trashed as soon as you kissed his throbbing member. Felix hissed, not expecting the feeling to be so good. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“What? Poor little virgin thought that felt good?” you sneered. “Baby, that was nothing.” You chuckled as you undid his pants. Felix lifted his hips to help you painstakingly slide his pants down slowly. You bit your lip, eyeing the small wet patch on his boxer-briefs.

“Oh just wait until you feel the real thing,” you teased, licking his dick over the cloth. His breath hitched, a pitiful whine threatening to come out. You giggled sadistically, moving back just a smidge to literally rip his underwear off of him. Caught off guard, Felix jolted, eyes shot open in astonishment. He wanted to get mad that you’ve just blatantly ruined a piece of his clothing until he felt your tongue run across his penis. He moaned unabashedly, the feeling of your skilled tongue licking him up drove him mad— it nearly made him forget that he was still in church, just casually getting a blowjob from a succubus.

You smiled, looking up at his blissed face. Your tongue glided on the long vein on his cock, the feeling triggering him to buck his hips. He let out a deep, raspy moan, sweat already forming on his forehead. You licked that particular vein a few more times until you felt bored. Wanting more, your red tinted lip wrapped around his tip, gently sucking, before licking his slit and finally taking him into your mouth. Felix gasped heavily, now getting the chance to feel your hot, wet mouth around his dick.

He whimpered, the feeling of you slowly bobbing your head was enervating. He wanted more. He debated on grabbing a fist full of your hair until he felt your giggles, the vibration sending waves of pleasure between his legs. You pulled him out of your mouth with a lewd pop.

“Don’t be shy,” you said cheekily, placing his right hand on your hair, “pull as much as you want, doll,” Immediately, your mouth was latched back onto his pretty cock, bobbing your head faster.

This time, Felix moaned even louder, hand wrapped around your hair. You giggled again, causing him to hiss, tightening his grip on you. He was panting, your presence, your touch, everything was overwhelming. It was, ironically, like heaven. He suddenly felt you moving faster, your tongue occasionally swirling around his tip. The only sounds that could be heard were Felix’s whines, which were practically 6 octaves higher from his usual tone, as well as your vulgar slurping and sadistic giggles.

The pressure in his lower stomach was tightening. He was desperate, wanting nothing more than to release in your mouth. It was filthy—undignified—really how much he allowed himself to succumb to a creature like you. He didn’t know if he hated you more or himself, but one thing he knew was that there was no going back now.

“Y-y/n,” he breathlessly whispered, “please. I-I think I’m gonna—“

You unlatched yourself from him, Felix briefly whining in despair when you did so, only for you to pump his dick in a fast pace. “Aww, what? Gonna cum, virgin?” you smirked, “Gonna spill your cum all over my hand, yeah? Lick it clean after?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, the filth coming out of your mouth was too embarrassing for him to listen to. He was borderline crying from the pleasure, shaking his head for whatever reason. All he knew was that he wanted to ejaculate, and he was not far from doing so.

“Look at your pretty little cock twitching for me, baby. So pathetic.” Amidst your stroking, you proceeded to suck his tip once more, wanting to catch every single drop of his cum. His hips bucked erratically. He was close— so damn close. A hum and a single lick to his slit as all it took to break him.

Felix came with a moan so loud, so high pitched, that it was obvious that he no longer gave a fuck if anybody saw or heard them. His back arched deliciously, body spasming as you pumped him through his release. His ragged breathing filled your ears, grinning as you watched beads of his sweat rolling down his reddened cheeks. Before climbing onto his lap, you gave the head one final kiss. You roughly grabbed the back of his head to smash your lips with his. He slightly cringed, tasting himself on your tongue. Licking his lips, you pulled away, breathless.

“Come, Felix…”

The church smelled strongly of incense when he first walked in. Now it smelled strongly of sweat, cum, and sin. The both of you were now behind the communion table on the altar, right beneath the cross. Felix tightly shut his eyes, finally allowing himself to fully let the lust consume him whole. He felt so fucking disgusting—was he really letting himself fuck a demon inside the House of God? You smirked, running your tongue against your lips as began to undress both your bodies. Your eyes glowed maliciously.

“My bad little boy…”

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