#ohiobluetip turns one

[mrs-gucci]

Dress Drop-Off {Mr. Pennyham (SNL “Sleepover”skit) x college age!Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! this is inspired by something that @glassbxttless posted (linked HERE) about mr. pennyham fucking his daughter’s best friend & college roommate (shoutout to @peachyproserpina​ for sending the ask in). it destroyed me. I have not stopped thinking about it. so, here I am, writing a mr. pennyham fic. 

**I take absolutely no credit for coming up with the name “Peter” for Mr. Pennyham. I regretfully do not know which author coined it, but it wasn’t me, so full credit to whoever did. and the name “Aidy” for mr. pennyham’s daughter is (I believe) a creation of @ohiobluetip, so credit to them for that.**

warnings: smut. general filth. mr. pennyham is a dilf. rough blowjobs. face-fucking. friends with benefits-type scenario. some praise. use of a clit vibrator. fingering.

tw’s: !!significant age gap (RC is 21+, Peter is ~50). infidelity/extramarital affair.

word count: 1.6k

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“See ya later!” Aidy says, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. “Oh, my dad might swing by to drop something off in like fifteen minutes or so. Would you mind letting him in?”

You nod, smiling. “Sure, yeah, no problem at all. I’ll be here.”

Mr. Pennyham is coming over, but it isn’t just to drop off Aidy’s dress for the semi-formal this weekend. You and Peter have been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Well, seeing each other naked is the better way to put it.

He and his wife are having some marital issues, you’re pretty sure divorce has been in the conversation repeatedly, and you wanted to be there for him as much as you could. You didn’t think that meant fucking him, but you don’t mind. The two of you have always had somewhat of a special connection, you just thought it was platonic up until that night a few weeks ago when he pinned you down on the couch and fucked you stupid. 

You quickly scramble to change into something a bit more presentable and attractive, grabbing your see-through mesh bra and panty set, slipping them on before pulling one of his button-ups out of the back of your closet.

A knock comes on the door just as you’ve slid the oversize shirt on and buttoned a few of the buttons.

Not wanting to risk anything, aka Aidy coming back and finding you in her dad’s shirt with lingerie on underneath, you peek through the peephole, seeing Mr. Pennyham standing there with a garment bag.

Your eyes instantly meet his when you unlock and open the door. “Mr. P...Aidy said you’d be stopping by to drop off her dress.”

His gaze lingers over your form, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He steps through the threshold, a rush of cologne looming in his wake, overwhelming your senses in the best possible way.

The dress is hung on her bedroom doorknob before he sits down on the small couch in your living room, legs spread a bit. He looks over at you, eyes shimmering with lust and hunger.

“C’mere, kiddo.” He pats his thick, khaki-clad thighs.

You bite your lip as you waltz over, taking a seat just above his knees, teasing him. He huffs, large hands quickly grabbing your ass cheeks, yanking you forward onto his lap.

“You know we don’t have enough time for teasing.” He growls in your ear, planting a single, searing kiss to that spot behind your ear. “Behave, little princess, or I’ll have to punish you the next time we're together like this.”

A shiver is sent down your spine, his beard hairs tickling your skin as his lips move down to assault your neck. He knows he can’t leave any marks in visible places, but he still likes to kiss your neck, regardless.

Your back arches slightly when lips mouths at your clothed breast and hardening nipple, a shaky sigh leaving your lips. Your hands tangle further in his graying hair, tugging the strands, earning you a deep guttural growl from Peter.

His fingers quickly pop the buttons of his shirt, pushing the garment off your shoulders, tossing it aside. He licks his lips at the sight of the sheer bra and your perky nipples popping up from beneath.

“Look at these pretty tits, princess.” He swipes the pads of his thumbs over the hardened buds, smirking when your breath hitches. “So eager.”

You subtly press your hips forward, gently rocking back and forth over his erection. Surprisingly, he doesn’t stop you, instead running his hands over your curves until they land on your thighs. He kneads the skin for a moment before landing a harsh smack on them, which makes you jump.

“On your knees, kiddo.”

His hands make quick work of his belt and the button on his pants, pushing the zipper down at a teasingly casual pace. His hand dips down beneath his plaid boxers and wraps around the base of his thick, veiny cock, giving it a few pumps before pulling it out.

You’re drooling at the sight, dropping down to your knees, sliding up between his spread legs. He smacks the mushroom head against your cheeks before his thumb presses down against your lower lip, encouraging your mouth to open.

He runs his thumb over your tongue, smirking as his other hand continues pumping his shaft. “This tight little mouth is gonna be the death of me, sweet girl.”

You whimper at his words, lips wrapping around his thumb, sucking and licking the digit gently, teasingly. He groans softly and begins to move it back and forth.

“So fucking desperate, aren’t you, princess? So desperate for my cock in your mouth that you start sucking my thumb...” He suddenly pulls it out of your mouth, quickly replacing it with his cock, smearing the precum gathered at his slit over your lips. 

His hand wraps around the back of your head as he scoots forward on the couch, finger pads gently rubbing your scalp. Your mouth opens to accept his length and he eases into your mouth slowly, a soft shaky breath emerging from his lips.

“Mmmmmmmm.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your mouth is stuffed full of Peter’s cock. You’re pretty much adapted to his large, thick length, so you barely gag when he forces every inch of himself into your mouth. 

Peter stays there for a moment, then wastes no time guiding your head up and down his stiff rod. He grunts softly with each bob of your head, head falling back against the couch cushions, Adam’s apple bobbing with each harsh swallow he takes. 

“O-Oh fuuuuuck, kiddo.” He groans, hips beginning to move up in time with your strokes. “Such a good little mouth, stretching out so fucking well for me.”

You moan around him, sucking a bit harder. His hips suddenly buck up out-of-rhythm and his hand leaves the back of your head, instead gripping the couch cushions. 

His hips quickly take over, and you still your motions as he creates his own rhythm. You love seeing him take control, lose himself like this. Your eyes are glued to his face, watching it contort in pleasure as his hips rock up into your mouth at an urgent pace.

It’s not long before his thrusts become desperate and sloppy, noises steadily getting louder.

“Mmmmfffuuuuck, I’m close. Gonna shove my c-cum down your tight little t-throat, make you taste it f-for the rest of the day.”

With only a few more thrusts, he’s cumming, strangled groans accompanying each rope of seed shot down your throat. You moan, swallowing each and every drop eagerly. 

You pull off after stroking him through his climax, standing up. Before you can make any kind of movement or say anything, he sits up and cups your ass with his massive hands, kissing your lower abdomen.

“Grab your little clit vibrator for me, princess.” He says against your skin.

Nodding, you rush over to your dresser, pulling out your clit vibrator. You hand it to him and he smirks, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Lay back against me, keep your legs spread.”

You do as he says, laying back against his strong chest, holding your legs open by keeping your hands holding below the backs of your knees. His beard tickles your neck again while he reaches around and presses the vibrator against your clit, holding the power button to activate the small device.

“Oh!” You gasp, back arching.

Peter smirks against your skin, gently beginning to move the toy in circles over the sensitive nub, enjoying the small noises that escaped with almost every one of his motions. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, but suddenly fly open a few moments later when he lines up and pushes two of his thick digits into your soaked entrance. He lazily scissors them inside you while he turns the vibrator up a setting.

“M-Mr. Pennyham!” You moan softly, moving your hips in time with the silicon toy. “Ohhhhh my god...shit.”

His lips place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over the skin of your neck while his motions get quicker. His fingers begin stroking your walls with a pleasurable in-and-out pace.

The combination of his thick fingers pumping and the vibrations from the toy brings you up to the edge rather quickly. You’re panting; breathless as you grind yourself up against his ministrations.

“I’m g-gonna cum.” You breathe, eyes squeezing shut. “Gonna cu--ah!”

Your orgasm hits with a sudden intensity when he turns the vibrator up to the highest setting while his fingers curl up inside you, brushing against the special spot on your walls.

You bounce on top of him, grinding on his his fingers as you ride out your climax. He pulls the vibrator away and tosses it aside after feeling you begin to journey into overstimulation territory. 

He holds and squeezes your hips and continues to kiss your neck as you come down from your high.

“I should probably get going, kiddo. Aidy will be back soon and she can’t catch us like this.”

You sigh, nodding as you roll over off him, standing on shaky legs. He gives your ass a playful smack and plants a kiss on your cheek as he buckles his belt and prepares for his leave.

Before he walks out the door, though, he pauses and turns around. “I’ll see you this weekend for the birthday party, right?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be there.” You nod.

His lips pull up into a small smile and he nods. “See you then, kiddo.”

“See you.”

#mrs-gucci #mrs-gucci writes ad snl characters #adcu #adcu community #adcu fanfiction #adcu fanfic #mr. pennyham snl #mr. pennyham #adam driver snl #adam driver snl character #mr. pennyham x reader #mr. pennyham x you #mr. pennyham x reader smut #mr. pennyham smut #tw: age gap #tw: age difference #tw: infidelity

[miraclesabound]

Slow

Summary: Kylo finds himself getting a very sudden crush on a choreographer friend of Phasma’s. Inspired by “Slow” by Hurts.

Notes: Song fic, Modern Kylo, Language, Gwen Phasma Is A Troll

Rating: Mature for language

Pairing: Modern Kylo/Reader

Tag List:  @clydesducktape,  @daydreamsofren, @direnightshade, @finn-ray-nal-beads, @morby, @safarigirlsp, @candycanes19,  @desiraypark, @trelaney, @formerly-anonhamster, @thepilotanon, @mariesackler, @sacklerscumrag, @clumsycopy, @contesa-lui-alucard, @safarigirlsp, @millenialcatlady, @jynzandtonic, @clydesfavoritegirl, @sacklersdoll, @barbers-glimmerin-darlin, @roanniom, @glassbxttless, @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather, @hopeamarsu

Quick note - I call Reader “The Comtesse”, and I realized I owe that to @ohiobluetip - when she pairs Reader with Randy, Randy calls her Duchess. Thanks!

“Gwen, this can’t be a good idea.” Kylo had let himself be dragged along to Gwen Phasma’s dance class, and as he looked around, he felt ridiculous. The people in this session were clearly experienced, and he knew he stuck out with his lack of proper dance gear. “I’m gonna make a fool of myself.”

As Phasma clipped her hair back, she said, “Look, I know I tease you, but I wouldn’t actually set you up for failure. The Comtesse is one of the best in the business – if you can learn from anyone, you can learn from her. Just be flexible, yeah?” Before Kylo could respond, he heard a smattering of applause come from the area near the studio door. He and Phasma turned their heads, and he almost choked at the sight of the woman walking in.

“Is…is that…?” He couldn’t even formulate the question.

Phasma nodded. “Yeah, that’s her – I’ve been following her choreography videos for years.”

The lady in question was utterly stunning, especially because she was dressed in a purple jumpsuit and a mink shrug. She smiled as she walked through the studio, making sure to return what greetings came her way. Phasma had explained that she wasn’t really nobility; it was just a nickname – but there was something in how she carried herself that suggested generations of good breeding. Kylo’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he watched her, and for once, he was happy to not be acknowledged.

The Comtesse took her place at the front of the room on a slightly elevated platform. “Welcome, everyone!” she called out in a clear and commanding voice. “For those who are new, we’re going to start with a warm-up. Follow my lead as best as you can, but don’t be afraid to test your flexibility.” She casually took her mink off of her shoulders, showing that her arms were bare.

The exercises themselves were fairly straightforward. Kylo could easily follow the combinations, especially given his background in fencing. However, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the instructor for a moment. In all his life, he couldn’t remember ever seeing someone so in control of her own body – the Comtesse seemed simultaneously calculated and effortless in her every movement. The effect was only magnified as she finished the warm-up, shaking out her arms with a contented smile on her face.

Now the actual choreography instruction began, and Kylo realized Phasma was right – he was in the presence of a truly excellent teacher. This was obviously a routine that the Comtesse had taught many times before – she knew exactly where the difficult spots were, and was calling out solutions almost before newcomers like Kylo could ask about them. That didn’t stop the occasional difficulties, mind you – even with an athletic background, Kylo found himself aching, both from attraction and the use of different muscle sets than he was used to. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered to himself, “I think this woman’s trying to kill me.” If Phasma caught his comment, she only figured it was because the Comtesse favored intense routines.

However, no pain lasts forever, and within twenty minutes, the class had successfully run the routine twice. The instructor flashed that lovely smile again and asked, “So that we can get the footage for my next video post, does anyone want to come up and run this with me for the camera?” Before he could say anything, Kylo felt a hand at his back, and Phasma pushed him forward, making him stumble slightly. He turned to her, ready to cuss her out, but the Comtesse saw him and said, “Let’s give the gent a hand for his bravery!” She clapped politely, and even Kylo knew – when the Comtesse applauds for you, who are you to say no?

He made his way to the dais, his nerves increasing with every step, especially because no one else seemed to be coming forward. However, that gorgeous smile kept him steady, and when the music started, he swore that he and this amazing woman were in their own world. The choreography seemed to flow through him almost without his will – all he knew was that he didn’t want to let her down. The segment was over before he knew it, and the applause came again.

The class finished quickly afterwards, and Phasma pulled Kylo into a line with her of the students who wanted to get pictures with the Comtesse. When it was their turn, the instructor recognized Phasma from a previous class.

“Gwen dear, it’s so good to see you!” She kissed the blonde woman’s cheeks. “You’ve really improved – and your friend here is no slouch.” Here she turned to Kylo, offering her hand. “Will we be seeing more of you?”

Kylo surprised himself by how quickly he answered. “Certainly, Comtesse, if you’ll have me.” The two of them briefly made formal introductions, and then Phasma grabbed someone to take a group photo on her phone. As they walked out of the studio, Phasma started teasing Kylo mercilessly for his obvious crush, but Kylo found that he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Who wouldn’t want such a woman?

#kylo ren and reader #kylo x reader #captain phasma #modern au

[thetorturerwrites]

Anno Cruciatu

A little over a year ago, I fell into the ADCU.  I started reading fan fic in roughly January 2020, but I began with Marvel. I read a ton of good stuff in the MCU fan fic community, and I still return to it often.

And then, somehow, I ended up wandering around the ADCU and came across a post from an author commenting about how it would be helpful to have someone to answer questions about hurting people. I thought to myself ‘hey, I like to hurt people’ and so I sent the message. I promise I’m not a creepy dude, I said, and I’m happy to talk about violent things with you. That person was @kylorengarbagedump, and that first conversation changed a lot of things for me.

A year ago today, I opened this blog and my AO3. 

Its funny how much can change in a year, and how much farther you end up down a road you didn’t know you needed to be on. In this year, I have made some amazing friends, and I have been received by this community in a way I never anticipated. I’ve said it before but my work is very niche, and I never expected it to land for so many people. I may not have thousands of ‘followers,’ but I’ve made genuine friends, which has made all of this worthwhile.

So, I want to say thank you to @kylorengarbagedump, @bexterbex, @elmidol, and @fractureddarkness for making me feel like I could do this and for being so supportive both in and out of the fandom. I want to say thank you to @morby and @terry2227 for being invested in the things I’ve written and sharing your responses so willingly. @brittsj and @badtour and @ohiobluetip and @leomusings and and and -- likely more I’ve forgotten. I would not be here in this moment without all of you, and I am more grateful than I can put into words. (...am I tho? seems like a long post for having no words...)

In celebration of this achievement, I’m going to link below the fics that started all of this. I’m proud of them, what they meant for me, and what they still mean. 

From my black sadist heart to yours, cheers.

Sleep - What was supposed to be a one shot turned into multiple shots of a debauched Adam Sackler. My favorite whore.

Puer Deus - I wanted to show that kink is more than hair pulling and face shots. What I got was so much more than that.

#happy birthday to me #friendly neighborhood Torturer #a year in the life of a sadist #still not sorry about anything

[senaar-ika]

Interruptions (Charlie Barber)

Part two of the Quarantine Saga has arrived! And it’s the complete opposite of part one! Also I’m sorry if daddy kink isn’t your jam but I personally HC Charlie as a daddy and sometimes it just slips through in the writing. This fic is actually inspired by this ask that I sent @ohiobluetip a while back before I made this blog. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Tags/CW: DADDY!CHARLIE, the kink is real I ain’t ashamed, babygirl being a tease, orgasm control/denial, edging, absolutely filthy dirty talk, remote control vibrator, ball gag, babygirl likes getting tied up what can I say, and then AND THEN Charlie is soft at the end

Charlie leaves his office door open when he’s working. Mostly because the little room gets stuffy quickly, but also because he knows you hate feeling cut off from him. Since the two of you have been stuck in the apartment these last few weeks, he’s had to pull a lot of hours on phone calls and video chats trying to keep everything with the theater company together. Sometimes he doesn’t leave his office for hours. His desk is positioned right in line with the door so he has a clear view out into the hall.

So it’s a wonder he doesn’t notice you approaching. 

You pad softly down the hallway, the hardwood floor cool against your bare feet. The draft from the air conditioning brings light goosebumps to your skin. After all, you're not wearing much. Just a thin mesh bra and a matching half-slip over some silky black panties. 

At the door you pause, just waiting for Charlie to look up at you. He’s on another goddamn Zoom call with his actors. You can hear someone else on the call talking, and Charlie is staring intently at his screen, nodding along, twirling a pen absentmindedly. He seems incredibly focused. Oh you are so gonna be in trouble for this. 

You move into the doorway and lean against the frame, letting your back arch so that your ass appears even more prominent. It feels only natural to extend your arms up above your head, resting the backs of your hands on the doorframe. You try to clear your throat softly, but what comes out is more like a quiet pitiful whine. 

Charlie glances up at you for what feels like only a second or two. Then his eyes flit back to his computer screen. It’s like you’re not even there. You pout and a little “Hmpf” escapes your lips. 

“That was great, guys.” It seems the actors are done and it’s time for notes. Charlie would have to talk for a little bit. He always has notes. 

As he begins discussing the scene they had been practicing, you slide down the door frame to the floor. There on your hands and knees you hesitate. You’re probably already in hot water just for standing there in an outfit Charlie hadn’t told you to put on, but that’s minor stuff. If you go through with the idea running around your head, you’ll be turning that hot water up to a rolling boil for sure. 

You can barely see Charlie’s face from your position on the ground, but you’re fairly certain it’s still trained on his screen. Taking a deep breath, you start to crawl. You move at a snail's pace, but make sure to accentuate everything. Your back arches down, exaggerating the curve of your ass and hips as they sway; your breasts are practically falling out of your skimpy bra. 

When you round the corner of the desk, you pause for a moment just to look at him. Unlike most who work from home Charlie is adamant about getting dressed for work every day. So here he is sitting at his desk, fully dressed even down to his shiny black shoes. 

You place both hands on his thigh and pull yourself up so that you’re balanced on your knees. When Charlie doesn’t make any move, you begin sliding your hands back and forth, your touch feather light, along his lap. You nose at his knee, pressing soft kisses down his trouser leg.

One of Charlie’s eyes twitches. It’s barely perceptible but you see it. His foot nearest you turns slowly and for a second you think he’s about to slide it between your legs. But he simply lifts it, setting his large black shoe gently on top of your thighs. You freeze, hands stilling in Charlie’s lap, confused. 

“Guys, give me just a minute to take care of something.” Uh oh. Charlie clicks the mute button and turns to look at you. You give him an innocent ‘who me?’ look. 

Then you’re on your back with Charlie’s foot in the middle of your abdomen. Cheeky bastard had used that confusing foot placement to push you backwards, and conveniently step out of the frame of his webcam. He crosses his arms.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, babygirl?” The way he says your favorite pet name sounds like it tastes bad. You stutter a bit, not sure how to respond. “Answer me, little whore. That's not a request.” 

“I - I … “ Your eyes dart from side to side, looking everywhere but at Charlie. That simply won’t do. He stoops over and grabs your face with his thumb on one cheek and fingers on the other. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, little whore. Christ, have you forgotten all of your manners?” Before you get the chance to say anything, Charlie comically nods your head for you. “That’s right. I’m going to take my foot off you now, little whore, and when I do you’re going to roll over and crawl to that chair over there. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” You try to reply, but with his fingers squeezing your face it comes out more like “Yeth, Daahee.” 

Charlie releases his hold on your head and lifts his foot from your stomach. You flip over to your hands and knees again and start to slowly crawl towards the plush office chair across from his desk. He scoffs, striding past you towards the door. 

“I don’t have all day, little whore.” Your cheeks burn (from excitement or embarrassment or both you’re not quite sure) but you pick up the pace. “When I get back you’d better be in that chair, arms behind you. Your legs line up with the chair legs. Understood?”

You sigh, knowing exactly where he’s headed. “Yes, Daddy.”

He calls back down the hall to you. “Did I hear a sound other than ‘yes, Daddy’ leave your mouth, little whore?” Shit. You thought your sigh had been quieter than that. 

“No, Daddy, I didn’t make any other sound.” You put on your best innocent voice, hoping he’ll believe it if he can’t see your face. Charlie’s like a lie detector test when it comes to you. He always knows, but he can’t always tell if he isn’t looking at you. 

You scramble up into the chair, tucking away some loose strands of hair from your face before interlocking your fingers behind the chair back. Once your arms are situated, you gently place your feet against either leg of the chair so that your knees are slightly bent and the tips of your toes brush the floor. You’re just stilling when you hear a door close and Charlie steps quickly toward you, his hands full. He looks you up and down briefly before dropping to his knees.

With the speed and precision of an expert, Charlie begins securing you to the chair. First is the pair of cuffs, which you notice are metal today instead of plush. Then each ankle is bound to a chair leg with silky black ties that match your lingerie. You smile internally at Charlie’s need for everything to coordinate like that. 

Charlie stands back up and takes your chin in his hand. “Open.” He puts a bit of pressure on your jaw and you comply with his order, opening your mouth into a little O shape. 

“You can see perfectly well what’s in my hand, little whore, so you should know that’s not nearly wide enough.” Charlie rolls his eyes. 

You can see what he’s holding and it makes butterflies leap in your cunt. A simple black ball gag. Dear god, what is he planning? You try flashing another innocent, pitiful look at him. Maybe he’ll cave today.

“You’re not getting out of this one, little whore.” Charlie waggles the restraint in front of your face, “This is insurance for me. I can’t have anyone hearing you. Now open that filthy mouth of yours wider for Daddy.” 

You comply, dropping your jaw wide enough for him to place the rubber ball between your lips. Torturous as the instrument may be, Charlie is gentle in securing the strap around your head. He gives you a little pat on the cheek once he’s satisfied with his work, leaning down so he’s right next to your ear.

“Nearly done now, Babygirl.” He murmurs, “Remember to breathe for me.” 

You nod, grateful for his reassurance, and inhale deeply through your nose. He growls a quick “Good girl,” and you feel his fingers slide your panties to the side. You whimper at his touch, far too light to create any sort of friction but pleasurable nonetheless. 

“Always wet for Daddy, aren’t you, Babygirl?” You nod vigorously, the gag stifling your moans as he slips a finger between your folds. “Such a tight wet cunt for such a little slut.” Charlie’s finger pulls out of your with a vulgar slick sound, but immediately you feel something else pushing at your entrance.

Charlie runs a sleek little toy up and down your lips for a moment, lubing it up with your own slick. It’s new. “Deep breath for me, Babygirl.” He commands.

You inhale deeply through your nose and as you exhale Charlie slides the toy into you. A strangled sort of cry escapes your throat from the sudden pressure of being filled up. Charlie steadies you, keeping one hand on the part of the toy still outside you and the other hand at the base of your neck. It takes a second, but you adjust. 

Charlie clicks a button on the top of the toy which rests on your pubic bone, and steps back. “You are not allowed to cum until I finish work. Do you understand, little whore?” He crosses his arms and stares you down.

You nod once, solemnly, not breaking his eye contact. Charlie nods in return and heads back to settle himself at his desk, dusting his hands together as he sits down in front of the monitor. There’s a click as he taps the unmute button.

“Sorry about that, guys. I saw something crawling across the floor and it took me a second to sort it out.” Charlie’s gaze flicks up to you for an instant and you think you can see the corner of his mouth twitch up. 

You watch him intently as he seems to become absorbed in discussing how the team will be coordinating a livestream reading one of their plays. He’s so focused and precise when speaking at work, no one would guess what had happened moments ago. He’s careful not to even look off camera at you or anything else. 

You’re so caught up in staring at Charlie’s concentrating face as he speaks that you yelp when the toy inside you begins to vibrate. Charlie throws the fastest glare in your direction before his gaze bolts back to the computer. If they’d heard you, none of the others on the call remark on it, and for that you’re grateful. 

After your little outburst you try to hold yourself still, afraid that wriggling in your bindings will cause unwanted noise, but that proves difficult. Your walls squeeze the sleek little vibe resting between them. You shift ever so slightly and the tip of the toy finds that special ridged spot. With a gasp you feel your whole body tense up from the sudden rush of delightfully strong vibrations. 

And then they stop. 

You go limp in the chair for a second to catch your breath. When you look up, you notice Charlie’s right hand resting next to his phone just off camera. Of course. He’s controlling it from his phone. Charlie loves toys he can tease you with remotely. His hand hovers millimeters above the screen and you watch it like a hawk, determined to be prepared for the next time he turns it on. 

You sit up a bit straighter bracing yourself when Charlie lowers a finger to his phone, but nothing happens. His fingertips dance across the screen for a moment, his eyes darting over to it once. This time your body contracts forward when the vibrations come harder and faster. Your torso jerks as your cuffed wrists stop you from fully leaning forward. 

You pant behind the gag and have to remind yourself to breathe. Hyperventilating is the last thing you need right now. You know that both you and Charlie are having far too much fun. 

The toy vibrates so fast and hard you feel yourself clench around it. Charlie’s hand settles down next to his phone with clearly zero intentions of turning the toy off. Oh fuck. He wants you to hold yourself back from this? You try to scoot yourself around on the chair to move the tip of the toy off your g-spot, but to no avail. All the motion only increases that euphoric friction. 

You manage to lift your head enough so that your eyes meet Charlie’s for a brief second. It seems in that brief second you’re desperate enough that he drops his hand back to his phone and brings the intensity of the vibrator down. Not completely stopping it, just lessening it. 

You relax a little more, still keeping it together. With the softer vibrations you’re able to think a bit more clearly. Before you’d crawled in to interrupt Charlie, he had been on the call for about two hours. He schedules his days in two and a half hour blocks but they don’t always pan out perfectly. So logically, he should be nearing a break in under half an hour which isn’t too terribly long - 

Your thoughts are broken as you feel the vibe’s intensity increasing slowly but surely. Charlie has one finger stuck to his phone, gradually sliding up the screen. At the same time he’s completely focused on the video call, saying something about another virtual rehearsal tomorrow. 

“Look guys, what I really want to say is that I know you’re all working hard.” He accentuates the last word, eyes flicking up in your direction. “We’re all stuck in a tough place right now, but we’re still doing our best. I really appreciate your willingness to come together and keep this project alive.” 

You suppress a moan at Charlie’s teasing words. The vibrator is back up to high speed and your thighs are quaking with the build of intensity in your core. You’re so wet that you can feel cum seeping out from around the toy and onto the seat of the chair. 

You can feel yourself nearing your climax, and arch your back. Your hips try to buck upwards, but you don’t have much range of motion with your legs tied to the chair. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping, praying, that Charlie will stop the toy. 

“Alright everybody, thanks again for being so flexible.” Thank god he’s wrapping it up. “Stay safe, and let me know if anyone needs anything. We’re a team here and I want to be here for all of you.” 

There’s a round of everyone saying thank you, offering their support, and reminders to stay safe at home. You’re trying your best to listen and keep your mind on what’s being said rather than your impending orgasm. Everything in you is contracting, holding yourself back. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and into the corner of your mouth. 

There’s a series of goodbyes and the click of Charlie’s mouse. Then he stands and walks around to the front of his desk, leaning back on it, arms crossed. 

“Well done, Babygirl,” He tilts his head. He’s not looking at your eyes, but at your cunt which you presume is making quite the mess on his chair. “I wasn’t sure a little whore like you would be able to hold back.” 

His praise sends you over the edge. You cum hard, squealing through the gag. Your body convulses in its bindings and you see white. But the vibrator inside you does not relent. It carries on stimulating every one of your most sensitive spots through and after your orgasm. 

You manage to blink Charlie back into your field of vision. His expression is flat. He’s holding his phone in one hand, the other propped up on the desk behind him. You try to say something, anything, but all you can manage is a choked “Daahee, Pleeath!” 

Charlie tsks, and shakes his head. He lowers the pace of the vibrator back down to its base. Your hips are bucking from the overstimulation as you breathe in short gasps punctuated by sharp moans. Charlie approaches you, leans down to your level, and unbuckles the gag letting it drop to your lap. 

“What simple instruction did I give you?” He asks, much too calmly. 

“Y-you s-s-said I was n-not allowed t-to cum until you finished-d work, Daddy.” You stutter, your body still jerking slightly. 

“And what did you just do, little whore?” Charlie raises an eyebrow. 

“I - I came, Daddy,” You whimper, “But y-you finished the meeting s-so I thought it was o-okay.”

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough for your horny little slut brain,” He takes hold of your neck in one enormous hand to keep your head from moving around as he hisses, “I said ‘you are not allowed to cum until I finish work.’ I may have finished that meeting, but my work for today is far from over.” 

Shit shit shit. You gulp, shifting your eyes in your head to try and look at Charlie. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” The apology comes out meek and breathy as you’re still gasping from the movements of the toy inside you. 

Charlie simply releases his grip on your neck, swipes the gag from your lap and leaves the room. While he’s gone the vibrator slows to a stop. You sigh with relief and slump in the chair. A door down the hall opens and shuts. You hear a tap running and then the sound of Charlie’s heavy shoes heading back towards you. 

When he returns he’s holding a glass of water and a silky black scarf that matches the ties around your ankles. He’s silent as he helps you sip the water, just watching you. When the glass is empty you murmur a soft “Thank you, Daddy.” 

He stands up and sets it on his desk. Finally he turns to look you in the eyes. He holds up the scarf.

“Do you know what this is for, Babygirl?” His tone is tender, but firm at the same time. 

You shake your head. “No, sir, Daddy.” He smiles gently, moving in a bit closer to caress your cheek with the silky fabric.

“This, little one, is going to go in your mouth for the remainder of my work day instead of that ball.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “Daddy thinks you should have something a bit softer for what I’m going to put you through the rest of today.” 

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Celebrity/Character Crush Tag game!!

• tag; post below ten characters, musicians, or celebrities you are attracted to/love and have people assume your type.

Tagged by the Marvelous @ellelaconiwrites 😘 love ya hun!! And yes Michelle Yeoh is AMAZING. Be warned, this list comes in no particular order...so please don’t make me choose

1. Tom Hiddleston (he’s fun, cultured, smart, talented, has a great sense of humor and is good looking; not to mention that he has a boyish charm. If you think he’s a goody goody, you haven’t seen him nasty😏....plus he has a dog named Bobby 🐶)

2. Adam Driver (OF COURSE he’s on my list...I’m not an idiot.. What can I say, he’s a tall and handsome/cute drink of water, he’s also funny and goofy, but thoughtful, talented, hard working, and smart. Not to mention that he has a doggie named Moose 🐕. Of course I Stan! )

3. Cody Fern (While I’m not usually a fan of blonde men, Cody is hmm. This beautiful Aussi falls under my list of men that play with gender. There’s nothing sexier than a man that’s confident enough to play with gender. 🤤 AND!! He’s a great dresser and when he wears make up, ufff. He can be sweet, snarky and Daddy all in one. Plus he’s never boring and is talented, thoughtful.)

4. Adam Sackler & Phillip Altman (They’re both mischievous little boys trapped in men’s bodies. They’re both endearing and obnoxious, but very sweet and emotional. I also like that Adam likes to the role of a caregiver, he likes to feel needed and responsable for someone, and that makes him a good potential to be a father.)

5. Alexander Vlahos (Actor, writer, director, and cat lover. He does it all. Alex is super funny, goofy, smart, witty, handsome and beautiful. He looks good in drag or just hanging out. We have to Stan.)

6. Alexander Ludwig (He’s a gorgeous Canadian Maple, and I can’t help but make heart eyes at him.)

7. Clyde Logan (They grow them big at West Virginia! I just wanna lie on the couch with him and read a book or cook dinner. Like with Paterson -another military vet- Clyde makes you appreciate the simple life.)

8. Toby Regbo (Actor, activist and amateur drag queen. We Stan Stella Lagoon, but I like Toby more ;). He’s so intelligent and thoughtful, he reads a lot of philosophy books and also donates his time doing charity. Plus those eyes are entrancing and I just wanna have a laugh with him while staring at them all night.)

9. Dr. Mikhail Varshavski, D.O., AKA Dr. Mike. (He has to be on this list. He’s a Russian doctor, he’s handsome AF, funny, goofy and is a doggy daddy to Roxy and Bear. He also has a YouTube channel and honestly his best moments are when he’s not perfect.)

10. Jake Gyllenhaal (this is a long time coming. I don’t know if it’s his face, his eyes, his smile or his laugh, but 😍.)

Honorable mentions

Toby Grisoni (He’s a bit of a cynical asshole, but he’s a sexy AF cynical asshole. He needs someone to whip him into shape and show him a bit of humility)

Alexander Dreymon (I have no words for this beautiful German man.)

Paul Rudd (he’s been a crush of mine since the 90’s and I still adore him)

Chris Evans (That’s America’s ass ;)

Jared Leto (He’s a bit of a fuckboi but he’s an immortal one. Plus he’s fun and really smart. He contemplates things a lot and is a nature lover, he has fun with his appearance and is very creative. Plus he’s hung...I mean, there’s a reason they call it Satan...plus he’s into some sado masochist stuff. I’d try it.)

Darren Criss (I cant put my finger on it.)

Michael Langdon (He’s the son of Satan and he’s kinda sexy. He’s not always sure, and he had some help along the way, but when he finally came into his own...daaaamn.)

Nico Tortorella (I just a sucker for them. Nico is just 🤤 but they’re fun and has an adventurous soul. I am so team Josh in younger. To be clear they’re non binary.

Kylo Ren ( Complex character...need I say more. Kylo is a scholar of the force turned commander, turned Supreme Leader. He’s not evil, but also not all good -like any real person. I didn’t see enough of him to get a good grip of his personality, but that’s where we can fill the blanks -cause I can guarantee it’ll be better than whatever Disney would’ve come up with.)

Zuko (Bad guy turned good in the best way possible. Story/character wise: he’s what Kylo isn’t; a well redeemed antagonist. He fails, gets frustrated, tries to be funny but tends to be moody and humorless. But he has a soft cookie dough core underneath it all.)

James ‘Pale’ from Burn This (Jersey boy be Jersey. He’s tall, a hard worker an artist and has a motormouth. Yeah he’s obnoxious, is traumatized by his brothers death and has a cocaine habit, not to mention that he’s in a failed marriage and has issues expressing emotion, but god damn it if you can’t see the emotional vulnerability underneath.

Charlie Barber (I low key love his controlling energy. He’s probably a sub, if I’m honest. But he needs an assertive woman, the man is a controlling narcissist, so his partner can’t take his shit, has to bring him down a peg once in a while and support him, but also demand that he support them.

Sam Geggie: (Sam is a total creative power house as Gigi Goode. They’re funny and witty. I’ll be bad for them if they want. 😏. ❤️ In case you’re wondering Sam is gender fluid.)

L (So he’s basically a law breaking Sherlock Holmes. He’s actually a very engaging and intriguing character. And to be real, there’s an ego thing to being recognized by someone with his intelligence and influence.)

Bill Skarsgard (He’s beautiful.)

Sung Kang (He’s just gorgeous, and his attitude kills me.)

John Hamm (He’s masculine and traditionally handsome...plus he’s hung.)

Alexander Skarsgard (He can be my Viking any day)

Vegeta (yes I’m a dragonball fan. He is arguably the most complex character in the franchise. He is a present father and a supportive and loyal-to-fault husband. Sure he had some growing pains, but I Stan.)

Andreja Pejić (I had a crush before she came out as trans and I still have a crush on her)

Gustav Skarsgard (I cant even. There’s something there.)

Clark Gable (I don’t need to say anything, he’s just so suave and debonair.)

Kento Yamazaki (I mean c’mon. He’s cute)

Did I cheat? Maybe.. ;) Do I have a type? I don’t know, if you thinks so then leave a comment to let me know.

Tagging some friends!! @kowalskibro-adamdriverblog @ktellmeastory @adumbdryer @callmehopeless @direnightshade @commanderbensolo @tsarinastorm @jyn-z-solo @ohiobluetip @oh-adam @thomasscresswell @mind-p0llution @klauscarolove

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[kowalskibro-adamdriverblog]

Haven

This is fluff, love, bath and Flip. Maybe I’ll write some smut after this. (I will, definitely) I hope y’all will like this gibberish! :D

Word count: ~1500

Warnings: Mentions of nudity

Sometimes he would come home late. Sometimes he would come home pissed. But the last few days, he would come home tired. So tired that you wouldn’t recognize him if you saw him on the street. He was hunched, he walked slower, he had big bags under his beautiful eyes, which were sleepless under the heavy eyelids. His plush, pink lips were dry and chapped. He looked like he needed a break. And tonight was no different.

You were sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading, when you heard keys fumbling around the lock. He told you to always lock the door when you were alone at home, just in case. And you listened. You put your book down, looking at the door, your body straightening slowly, you stretching your arms from the way you were sitting. Flip walked in, locking the door again, and putting the keys on the small table in the small hallway. This house wasn’t much, but it was your home. His home.

“Hey baby” he said in his husky voice, deeper than usual, taking his jacket and his boots off, simultaneously. He was wrecked. You smiled, coming to him. You hugged him tightly and he melt into your embrace. “How are you honey?”, you asked, looking up at him, caressing his cheek. He leaned into your palm, finding your eyes with his hazel ones. “Tired” he whispered. You nodded thoughtfully, propping up to kiss him. He closed his eyes instantly, leaning down to meet your lips. His hands wrapped around your middle, as his lips captured yours. He tasted of cigarettes and coffee, the taste you’ve come to love so much. His lips, even though they were dry, felt good and gentle against yours. Because he was yours. He was your Flip, no matter how exhausted he was.

“Let me take care of you”, you whispered when you two broke the kiss. Flip was looking directly into your eyes, sadness pulling around his lips, in a small frown he hoped you wouldn’t notice. Because he believed he should be the one to take care of you, to pamper you, to love you, not the other way around. Despite all of the thoughts, he just weakly smiled, finding so much love in your gaze, and nodded gently, placing another soft kiss on your lips. You grinned up at him, gently, as only you knew how, as you lowered your hands to the collar of his flannel. You unbuttoned it, helping him take it off, and putting it on the couch. Then you unbuckled his belt, and opened the button of his jeans, so you could pull his T-shirt out. Flip sighed, raising his arms, and you propped on your toes to try and pull the T-shirt off of him. That wasn’t possible, of course, because of the height difference, and your pulling and moving resulted in both of you giggling, Flim stumbling slightly when he took it off by himself. You smoothed your hands over his collar bones, then over his toned pecks, and down his abs. Flip took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He loved your touch on his bare skin. Goosebumps broke out as your nails grazed over the sides of his torso. You smiled, moving one hand to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his soft hair. He opened his eyes slowly, and you could tell he could fall asleep right there and then. “I’m going to make us a warm bath” you whispered, planting a soft kiss on his neck. Flip smiled weakly and nodded. He was so exhausted, he couldn’t speak. Soon enough, the bath was ready, warm just as he liked it.

“Baby?” you called for him, “it’s ready”. A few moments later, Flip was in the bathroom, just in his slippers. You smiled widely. “You are so handsome, Zimmerman” you said shaking your head in disbelief, coming to wrap your hands around his neck. He smiled sheepishly, wrapping his arms around you. After all these years, he still didn’t know how to take a compliment and you still couldn’t believe this beautiful man was yours. “This isn’t fair” Flip started, smoothing his hands over your shoulders, his eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes, “you get to see me, but I don’t get to see you.” He finished with a smirk. Even this tired, he was still a flirt. You chuckled, your eyes locked on his: “Then do something about that, detective” his chest rose at that word, “even us out.”

He smirked as he moved his long fingers to the straps of your night dress, his calloused fingers pulling them slowly over your shoulders, letting them fall to your forearms. You shuddered, your body tensing. You could feel him hardening against your skin when your dress wrinkled around your ankles, leaving you in just your underwear. But there would be plenty of time for that later. “Beautiful…” he whispered in his deep voice, his eyes following his fingers as they traced over your bare chest, down to your stomach. Flip hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. You stepped out of them, and over to the bathtub, holding one of his hands in yours. “Come here” you cooed, and he hummed.

You went first, resting your back against the tub, and Flip followed, easing his back against your chest. You hugged his shoulders, kissing the back off neck, moving your hands slowly to his chest. Flip silently moaned when your mouth found that spot between his neck and shoulder, and his body melted into yours. You trailed wet kisses over his tensed back, kissing every little spot and beauty mark there. Flip hummed, lolling his head back to rest it on your shoulder. You huffed a laugh, knowing what he wanted. Moving your hands to his hair, you whispered in his ear: “tell me about your day”, as your fingers started to slowly scratch and massage his scalp. He let out a long breath, letting himself rest almost his whole weight on you. “I don’t want do bore you baby…” he grunted, adjusting in the tub. “You won’t bore me honey” you sang, kissing his earlobe, “talk to me”. You lowered your head to gently nibble at the soft skin of his ear. A low moan escaped his lips, his hand coming behind him to touch your face, your lips. You kissed his fingers, not stopping his head scratches for a single second. Taking a deep breath, Flip started to talk, about his day, paperwork, that damned case he couldn’t tell you anything about, and everything in between. You listened patiently to him, while you wetted his hair, watching his beautiful ears peak through. He had such cute ears, you thought, touching them gently. You reached over for shampoo, slowly massaging it into his hair, scratching his head in the process. He moaned again, stopping his story for a moment, to enjoy your touch.

“I love it when we do this.” Flip whispered, his fingers rubbing small circles on your knees. “You do?” you cooed, kissing his shoulder. “I do” he hummed, “and I’ll have to think of something to repay you with” he said in low voice, his fingers tensing on your thighs. Breath hitched in your throat, and you whispered “you don’t have to, baby, don’t worry”, while you washed his soft hair, moving him to throw his head back so you could rinse it properly. But he chuckled darkly, knowing very well you knew exactly what he had in mind for later. When his hair was nice and clean, and his chest were not as heavy anymore, you rubbed your hands down his arms, gently squeezing at his biceps. He flexed, knowing how much you loved his arms. Your hands found his on your thighs, and you started to massage his palms. Flip grunted, moving his head to kiss your neck. “You always smell so nice” he whispered against your pulse, raising goosebumps on your soft skin. You hummed, as his tongue danced over the skin he could reach. The angle was bad, so he turned to his primary position, leaving you trying to control yourself, trying not to clench your legs around him. You saw a smirk on his face. He knew. He knew what he did to you, just by being naked, laying in the tub with you, kissing your neck like that. You shook the heat from your cheeks off, moving your hands to rub his back, and kiss down his neck, to his spine. This was for him, to make him feel calm, to make him let everything out.

Flip smiled to himself knowing you couldn’t see it. He felt so much better when he was with you. You made him share his worries and thoughts, just by being there to listen to him. You made him feel safe and loved, at that’s one of the many things he loved so much about you. You were his haven.

Tagging @jynzandtonic - this is vanilla, but you convinced me to actually try and write something and thank you for that! @ohiobluetip - you inspired me to write something warm, so thank you. ^^

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #flip x reader #flip x you #blackkklansman

[noodlecupcakeswritings]

A Test of Faith - Chapter 1 (A Priest AU) Kylo RenxOC)

Father Ren has been tasked with looking after the new arrival Sister Cora. Is it lust in the air or a test from God?

Look this fic is pure fucking depraved priest kink porn. There is no plot. Just porn. I have no excuse. And sorry for starting yet another fic when I already have ongoing ones…but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Thanks to @ohiobluetip for inspiring this one, she’s a babe and you should check out her work. I also wanna thank my love @jana-banana-fana for helping me with this one. 

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it.

Warnings: Language, Sexual thoughts, Sexual fantasies, Sexual dreams, Inappropriate thoughts/fantasies/dreams, Finger licking, Kylo literally getting turned on by how she smells, Kylo is horny and needs to chill, Cora is too innocent for her own good, 

Chapter 1

Kylo Ren

We were due to expect the arrival of Sister Cora sometime this afternoon. She was transferring to our church at the request of the Bishop. Snoke was looking to expand our teachings and our flock and Sister Cora would be the latest addition. Other than that she was a complete mystery, Snoke hadn’t told any of us much about her. Although he had assigned me to be her guide for her first week, someone to help her navigate her way around the abbey and make her as comfortable as possible. A room had been prepared for her earlier today by the other sisters. I had completed my usual duties and now all I could do was wait. Perhaps I could read to pass the time, it couldn’t hurt to refresh my memory of the verses bound by black leather. Flipping to my marked page I got myself comfortable amongst the pews and started to read.

I got through a few pages before there was a soft knock at the giant wooden entrance doors. Snapping my bible shut, I got to my feet and turned to greet whoever it was. “Hello?” Came a female’s voice. It was a sweet voice, tinged with curiosity. There at the doors stood a nun, struggling to carry a heavy looking suitcase. She was bathed in sunlight, giving her an almost angelic glow. “Hello, sister,” I responded, making my way over to her. This had to be her. Sister Cora. I stood a few steps from her now, unburdening her from her suitcase. I couldn’t look away from her, she had to be an angel sent by God himself. Her veil perfectly framed her heart shaped face. Her face was a kind one, youthful and pretty.

Her forest green doe eyes were something I could lose myself in for hours. I followed the delicate line of her nose down further to her pink plush lips. Her lips curved upward into a smile wide enough to show her perfect porcelain teeth. Her small dainty hand was held out for me to shake. I clasped her tiny hand in my free one, shaking it. I couldn’t help but notice just how small her hand was in my own. She was a few inches shorter than me, but my height didn’t seem to intimidate her like it had others. “Father Ren I presume?” She asked. “Yes.” “Wonderful. It’s lovely to meet you. The Bishop mentioned you’d be here to receive me.” Oh how I’d love to receive her. There was an innocence around her, a blissfully ignorant innocence. She had no idea what effect she was having on me.

Cora stepped further into the abbey, taking in her new surroundings with a hint of awe on her face. As she stepped past me, I caught a whiff of her scent and it was intoxicating. She smelt cleanly, lavender soap, fresh linen and a hint of something sweet. Something fruity. Oranges perhaps. I swallowed thickly, needing more. Cora had been talking whilst I remained in a haze, she turned back to me as if expecting an answer to her question. “Father?” She questioned. “Sorry?” Instead of seeming annoyed that I hadn’t been listening she instead just smiled and repeated herself. “How far are my quarters from the classrooms and the kitchens?” I found myself distracted again, having to wrack my brain for the correct directions. “You’re on the floor above, but it isn’t too far. I’ll show you,” I offered. “That would be very kind of you, thank you.”

Leading the way through the abbey, I made sure to not walk too quickly so she had time to remember the layout of the building and which corridor she needed to take, which corner she would need to turn, which staircase she would need to take. Eventually we reached her quarters, the room large but simple. I placed her suitcase down by the foot of her bed, considering offering to help her unpack but that would be inappropriate. They were her belongings I had no right to rifle through them. “The Bishop asked that I be your guide for the week as it’s easy to get lost here. If theres anything else you need to make your stay more comfortable please don’t hesitate to ask,” I explained. Somehow her face lit up more at this, “that’ll give us plenty of time to get acquainted.” I nodded, returning the smile before beginning the proper tour of the abbey.

I led her back downstairs and to the classrooms first. There were four classrooms in total, I assumed by her interest that Cora would be teaching the children from the local village. Whilst she looked around the classroom, my thoughts were flooded with sin. I wanted to see what was under her uniform, I wanted her in ways no man of my status should want a woman. I couldn’t help but imagine how her small hands would feel wrapped around my long thick cock. Perhaps she’d have to use both hands at once. No, I shouldn’t be having these disgusting thoughts about someone so pure. Oh but maybe that was apart of the reason I was having these thoughts. Her purity, something to be defiled, deflowered. I could be the first man to touch her. Or I could control myself and my thoughts like a decent human being. I was going to need to pray for forgiveness, for strength.

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Sleep didn’t come easy that night, even after praying a few times. And then there was my dreams. All about her of course. All dirty and shameful. The first one she had come to me in my office, her hands desperate and needy across my body as she begged for me to quell the ache between her legs. The second one had her kneeling before me how she would kneel in prayer only my cock was between her pretty lips. I had awoken, fully hard and aching for release. Thankfully prayer and a cold shower had washed away my sins. Perhaps this was a test from the lord. One that I could not fail.

That morning I went to check on Sister Cora, to make sure she was settling in well. I found her in the kitchen, finishing up making herself breakfast. My heart skipped a beat as she licked jam off her fingers. She sucked on her thumb the longest, savouring the sweet taste. What I’d give to…no…no. I was not going to let me thoughts get the better of me today. She noticed me, smiling softly. “Good morning father, did you sleep well?” She asked. My heart seized in panic at her question. Did she know that I’d dreamt of her? No she couldn’t possibly know. She would if I didn’t get it together though. “Fine, thank you sister. And you?” I responded. “I awoke a few times, but I suppose that was just me getting used to the new room.” “You’ll settle soon.” And hopefully so would my thoughts and feelings towards her.

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