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#k: corruption
darlinglittletoy · 2 years
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god corruption is so hot. being a good little sub and getting into more and more fucked up shit, realizing i’m getting wet over stuff that would have grossed me out just a few months ago, the way my mind is being completely broken and reshaped in order to be of better use…. yeah <3
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modx-reborn · 2 years
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Kinktober Day 10: Priests with Sapnap
...It's in the title.
MINORS DNI!
Have you ever seen the cathedral in the afternoon? Rays of golden light transformed into halos of gold and oranges, red specks filling gaps between pure white streaks, the air filled with specks of dust that drift and paint the cracks between each colourful display of devotion. Candles of every kind, pillars and tealights, long burning towers of wax that are lit day in and day out, melting and painting old stained wood with pools long since forgotten and uncleaned.
There is piety in the air and whispered hymns on the lips of every soul that passes through those doors, head bowed and hands offered in prayer and repentance, and yet one resounding set of steps is all it takes to taint and defile, the solid click after click of your shoes against polished tile is a simple rhythm that sinks sin into the very stone foundations of the cathedral, rot seeping into the roots and curling around the heart of the church.
A demon in all but reality, and a saint in all but name, the dear priest and host of your affection is standing as he always does, clothed in his robes and hands ringed in rosery, lips moving through prayer after prayer as the air fills with thick incense. The censer long since sat upon the main altar, a centrepiece to the flowing wreaths and displays of devotion through fruit and wine, the ash that falls and spills from the gaps tells of age and endless nights in the fogs of devotion.
There is something in the way he moves, black hair so messy in comparison to the pristine press of his cassock, the black fabric barely missing the floor as he walks, broad shoulders filling out the edges and drawing the eyes of sinners and believers alike, there is a fire in the way he preaches, hands raised and eyes alight in the low light of the candles before him if it were not for his occupation one could have taken him for the sinner with the depths of his stare.
And yet it is you that walks before him, waiting as the members of the parish leave smiling and bidding you a good afternoon and well wishes as you stalk towards him, fingers dragging across pew after pew, smiling as he watches you, stepping back only as you draw near, hips bumping the alter he had preached before, black robes staining with ash as the censer rocks against the jostling movement.
He would call you temptation, a sin wrapped in the softest of hands, a smile so warm should not shudder through him leaving heat in his veins, the nickname given to him by the flock should not linger in his ears as you purr at him 'sapnap', he is devoted and pure, untainted and yet as you cage him, run your fingers up his clothed chest there is a wavering chill akin to his first prayer of the day, that first moment he runs his thumb against his rosery and dips his head but this…
This is the feeling of your fingers cupping his face, the soft drag of skin against skin, the smell of mint and the communion wine of your breath as you draw closer, smiling as if you are not trying to defile him, drag him down into the depths of your lust. And yet he cannot find it in him to pull away, to stop your lips from tracing their way down his neck tugging the neck of his robes free and leaving deepening marks that will be repented for and remind him of the corruption he had endured, taken from you.
You were still a member of his flock even now as you paint sin into his skin, he would bear this burden, take your lust and spin you anew in the light once again, but first, first, your dear Father Sapnap would have to bear the knowledge of the sin he was about to commit, of how this altar would be forever stained in sweat, tears and sin.
First, he will have to cry your name to the heavens and beg god for you to keep touching and taking from him as you had planned.
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pillxw-prince · 1 year
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it's my dream to become a needy attention whore with time. i'm so shy as i am now, so bad at talking to people, but i can't deny that i love the attention. i keep finding myself hoping that the more people i chat with the sluttier i'll become, sending pics for them to get off to, following orders without hesitation, until i'm just a needy slut who will do anything for attention, no matter how dirty or depraved.
i literally just want to become the perfect little plaything— a desperate, dirty cocksleeve for people to play with whenever they want 💕
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iggyarcana · 2 years
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Hear me out, corruption and objectification mean cursed items:
Fill my mind with all the corruption you can only to pound each thought out of me. Corrupt me fully and make me into a toy on your shelf, a toy so corrupted that when it's used the whimpers and moans corrupt the user.~
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planet-nox · 7 months
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wearing no panties around the house 24/7 so you can bend me over and breed me whenever you like
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hiimnothere1 · 1 month
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Imagine punish a brat by tying them down and overstimming them with toys. They start off defiant and curse you while cumming a few times.
"F-Fuck you"
"I hate y-you"
"Y-You suck"
So you just sit there, keeping them nice and stimulated while they cum over and over again until they need to use you for support and start breaking.
"fuckfuckfuck"
"You're doing so good, darling. We'll keep going until you learn your lesson"
Until they start begging and apologizing for being a brat for no reason.
"pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain"
When they're clearly overstimmed and tired but you just keep pushing them anyway.
"P-Please it's too much, I can't cum anymore" they'll whine and whimper
But you just keep going until they orgasm again.
"What are you talking about? You clearly can keep going, you liar"
So you punish them for "lying" to you with more overstimulation, watching them slowly spiral more out of control as their consciousness slips.
Completely an imaginary situation though
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tea018 · 4 months
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The feminine urge to send him slutty shit when he’s in public.
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darlinglittletoy · 2 years
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only let me cum when i’m crying. condition my dumb little brain into only being able to cum when i’m crying.
you know the training’s worked when one day you decide to treat me a little. you press a vibrator against my clit, massage my tits and suck my nipples, finger my asshole, everything should be getting me right to the edge, but…
“are you close, bun?”
“s-sort of sir, but… nngh…”
“but what? use your big bunny words.”
“but… but i need you to hit me. please. hurt me. i need… i need to cry. please please please…”
“oh, is that all? my little painslut just can’t feel good without feeling bad, huh? i thought i would be nice to you today, but it seems you’re just too broken for that. i won’t be gentle. is that understood, rabbit?”
“yes, sir!”
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milkygothgf · 4 months
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I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.
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planet-nox · 4 months
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need me a man who holds me in a chokehold while he forces his fat cock in and shushes me with a "easy girl, easy" as if he's breaking in a horse 😵‍💫
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lilithland · 3 months
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ok but like imagine you and your girl best friend are having a sleepover
and you two have always been super close and touchy with each other, you’ve even made out once or twice when you were drunk
it’s not uncommon for you two to share a bed and cuddle with one another, plationically of course
you’re half awake one night, about to fall right back asleep, barely conscious, when you feel a little more spread out than usual, a little more restricted too
you’re chilly and can feel your nipples hardening, you go to curl into a ball, about to seek out the warmth of your best friend but you find that you can’t move anything
you start to wake a little more and realize your tied wide open on your friends bed
“oh baby, shhhhh, go back to sleep”
you feel hazy and find yourself fighting to stay awake, you realize you’re naked and that’s why you’re so cold
your best friend drags a manicured finger down your body causing you to shiver
“you usually don’t wake up during this part, that’s ok, you won’t remember come morning”
you’re confused by her words but her fingers twisting and pinching at your nipples causes you to moan and throw your head back
“does princess need something to keep her quiet while mommy plays?”
you watch as your best friend takes her own panties off and stuffs them in your mouth, you can taste how soaked she was
“if youre a good girl maybe i’ll let you lick my pussy clean when we’re done”
you’ve never had sex with a woman before but your own leaky cunt is clearly thrilled by the idea
your friend starts sucking on your neck while simultanelmously teasing your entrance with her skilled fingers
she pulls away, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste your girl juice that she collected
“mmmm you always taste so sweet princess”
she drops down and uses her tongue to fuck your drippy messy hole, she uses a thumb to rub figure eights over your clit
you cum embarrassingly fast, too stupid to process anything other than how good your best friend is making you feel
you’re drooling around the panties in your mouth, utterly blissed out, your own cum leaking down your best friends chin
your friend gets up and dissapears for a bit, leaving you a needy, squirmy, whiny mess
she returns with a double headed dildo and a vibrator
“i wonder just how many times we can get you to cum on this cock with me before you pass out and forget everything again babygirl, last week you made it to four but i think you can do at least six tonight”
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