madnessofourmind

[madnessofourmind]

[madnessofourmind]

[madnessofourmind]

[madnessofourmind]

It’s not a coincidence that your hips are just the right size for grabbing… pulling you close… pinning down on the closest surface…

[madnessofourmind]

[madnessofourmind]

[madnessofourmind]

getting out of the shower like why isn’t there a boy in my bed who will eagerly take off my robe and eat me out

[madnessofourmind]

evil in the town

Charlie Mayhew x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, blasphemy, filth, sins, mentions of evil and sacred things, sex on the altar, choking, dirty talk, slight dom!priest, powerplay, church, religion, if you’re religious and this might disturb you, don’t read it

Word count: 3.0k

•••

THE EVIL IS BACK.

All the people in the small American town were whispering the same. She’s back and so it’s evil.

You were walking through the streets, your silky pink dress hugging your curves, fabric swirling in the wind, heels clicking at the pavement. Your significant smile plastered over your face.

The old massive door of the church creaked when your delicate hands opened it. It was the same old house of the God you used to go to when you were a little girl. With your presence there, one would say that the air changed to more tense and powerful and the walls were suddenly covered in grey dust. You may look innocent and sweet, but your soul was dark and corrupted.

Your heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing through the walls of the church. Nobody was there apart from three nuns, who happened to look at you in awe. You gave them a polite smile, your eyes dark with sin.

One of the nuns, Megan, decided to approach you with warmth.

“May God bless you, lady. What brings you here?”

You chuckled at her remark of blessing of the god. “I heard you had the best priest in the town here. I wish to speak with him. I may have sinned.”

Megan eagerly nodded as she walked swiftly to the side door to the priest’s office. Two other nuns were eyeing you, whispering. You gave them curious looks, the corner of your mouth twitching with a soft smirk, both of them gasped and ran away to their rooms in the church.

The deep manly voice was heard when you were staring at the altar and the huge cross above it. It was impressive. How they wanted to be so close to god but were so afraid to be themselves. Your hand reached for the fabric on the altar, caressing it and it appeared as it was withering under your touch.

Megan appeared beside you out of nowhere. “Ehm, miss, father Charlie will speak with you in any minute.”

And with that Megan disappeared leaving you there standing alone.

After a while a tall muscular man walked out of the priest's office. He was wearing his usual black suit for the church. He was about to speak but he stopped in his tracks as he took in who’s standing at the altar in his church.

You smirked at his reaction, leaning slightly against the altar.

“I heard you’re a priest now. Impressive. I needed to see it by myself.”

“You…”

He said in a shaky voice in a mere whisper.

“Missed me?”

“Not a bit.”

“Aw. That’s a shame, Charlie.”

“You don’t belong here.”

“I belong everywhere, I am everywhere and in everything. Even in you.”

“You must go now. I won’t allow you to corrupt this sacred place.”

“I already did that.”

Charlie looked at you with an angry and confused look. You took a few steps towards him, appearing innocent but he knew how evil you were.

“How?”

You were now so close to him, like you used to be before when you were younger. Your delicate hand tracing its way over the fabric of his sacred scarf with symbols.

“I corrupted you. And you’re continuing in my work.”

Your gaze was now locked onto his, the dark gleam of your eyes pouring into his. Every thought he had for the last years, which was perfectly planted in his mind by you, was now present in there very clearly. His attempts of clearing his head with the religion was meek. Something that was within you was more powerful than any other holy thing in the world.

“I don’t want you here. Leave.”

“I can’t just leave, Charlie. Not now. When I know how great priest you are. Maybe you could help me to get rid of my sins. Like you did many times in the past.”

You chuckled darkly, corrupted aura floating around your body.

Charlie’s breath hitched in his throat feeling the temptation. It was always like that with you. To seduce him with your darkness.

“Please.. Leave. At least have some respect for this place.”

“Hm… you’re cute when you’re begging me. You always were.”

Your voice was full of desire and lust you were offering him while your body brushed against the altar again.

“This altar.. it’s fascinating. And that cross.. Oh my…” you let out a gasp full of filth looking at it with a chuckle.

“Don’t touch it.”

“Oh. But I already did, Charlie.” You jumped on the altar, sitting on it.

Sister Megan was back at the scene shocked by the way you sat on the altar. Charlie looked at her immediately like if he wanted to protect her from the darkness of yours.

You on the other hand noticed the tension between Charlie and Megan. Lips curled into an amused smile, you hopped down from the altar, walking towards Megan like if you were a goddess. Goddess of hell indeed.

“M-ma’am, you can’t just sit on that altar.” Megan stuttered as the overwhelming presence of evil started to loom around her, even more when you cupped her cheek.

“You like your precious father Charlie, don’t you?”

The nun looked at Charlie, who had horror written over his face and then she looked back at the evil goddess in front of her.

“Yes. I do. He’s the light in my life. I crave him, ache for him.” Megan was pouring her heart out, whimpering between the words.

You chuckled darkly. “I see. He’s perfect, isn’t he? You can see him even better. Like this.” You walked around Megan to stand behind her, leaning to whisper in her ear.

“Look at him now. He’s mesmerising, huh?”

Megan was out of her mind, her gaze dark and blank, lips parted quivering, her body trembling.

“Enough!”

The voice of another man echoed through the church, which made your skin crawl and throat tight. You backed off from Megan, who was breathing heavily, still in the aftershock of what she just experienced and she walked quickly towards Charlie who embraced her in a comforting hug.

You stood there, confidence shook by the man who stood in the entrance of the church. It was your father. The only person who could stop you in your evil ways of being. He carefully walked towards your now weak figure.

“I was looking for you, daughter. Not in the slightest bit I would have thought that I would find you here. But now I understand why. Your mother is waiting for us. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

You huffed hearing his words, the gleam in your eyes changing to the colour that used to be there a long time ago.

“Dad, I’m not-“

“Yes, you are. Now.”

You shot Charlie a sharp glance of desperation, while you noticed how he understood the dynamics of the situation. His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he saw how you were vulnerable now under the power of your father.

Walking towards your father with your gaze on the ground, you let out a soft grunt of disagreement but your father got his hand around your shoulders, keeping your mind from any evil thoughts. He turned to look at Charlie with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, father, she won’t bother you anymore.”

Charlie just nodded with a kind smile, but deep down he knew that this wasn’t the last he saw you.

•••

For a week it was peaceful around the town, like everything was quiet and cheerful as before. One night the wind was blowing so hard that it nearly crushed the windows. Night was freezing cold and something was hanging in the air and it wasn’t good.

Charlie was doing his job in the confessional, sitting in his booth and talking with people who wanted to confess. The last one walked away and he sat there alone, his mind racing again, his body tense. Then he heard a little movement and there was another person sitting in the booth next to his. He cleared his throat.

“Do you wish to confess your sins?”

The person on the other side hummed softly.

“Yes, father. I was sinful. A lot.”

The voice made his blood turn cold.

“And what sins have you done?”

“Every one possible, father.”

He rubbed his neck, somehow feeling hot.

“Mhm. I see. Do you really feel guilty for them?”

There was a deep silence.

“Yes. I do.”

He did not believe it. You were lying only to get under his skin.

He cleared his throat.

“Yes, Charlie?”

“You can’t just come here and lie. It’s a sin.”

“I’m not lying. I want to be free of my sins. And you’re my only hope.”

Charlie stepped out of his booth, pulling the curtain of the booth where you were sitting away, only to reveal your desperate face. His face softened at the sight but he needed to remain calm and composed, because he knew how your games could get.

“Where is your father?”

Your body shook violently at the mention of your dad.

“Sleeping at home.”

“You can’t be here. I’m calling him to get you.”

Charlie was about to walk to his priest's office when you caught his arm, your grip firm but not hurting him, which made him instantly stop.

“Please, don’t.”

He let out a desperate huff, all the memories with you flooding his brain, his heart beating fast.

Your hand slid down his arm to his hand, intertwining your fingers along with his, your delicate and smooth skin burning into his rough but gentle.

Charlie turned to look at you, your gaze dark again, your lips parted slightly and he couldn’t hold back. You held him in your control again.

“You want to be cleansed from the sins?” He asked when he pulled you closer to him with your intertwined hands.

“Yes, Charlie.” You whispered with a smile on your lips.

“Then we should start with cleansing.” He leaned closer to your face, whispering against your lips.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your mouth twisted into satisfied smirk, your other hand making a snapping gesture which made all the windows and doors in the church closed shut and locked.

Charlie flinched a little as he now understood the weight of his decision. You were more powerful than ever, your dark spirit having control over everything. But he was also a product of your power, of your evil spirits, and apart from his religiousness, he had a control over you much more than you could think.

His lips curled into a wicked smirk, his hand grabbing you by your neck with firm grip making you gasp in surprise.

“You think that you’re the one in control here, huh?”

“I-I am.”

“You came here. Into the house of the God, where I’m the guardian of this realm. You are trying to corrupt my religion more and more in every aspect just how you like. But it was you, who made me who I am today. You need to be cleansed. That much, so many times, that you won’t be thinking about the sin in the church again in the future.”

His words were laced with darkness and venom, making the desire in you rising so much more than you anticipated in the first place. Charlie moved you with ease, holding you by the throat as he walked with you to the altar with the huge cross above it. You looked up at the it with fear in your eyes.

“Impressive, isn’t it? A week ago you admired it. And you’ll be looking at it while I’m gonna be stripping you of your sins.”

“Charlie-“

“Shut up. This is all your design. Just enjoy the results of your actions.”

Charlie bent you over the altar, holding you firmly down by the back of your neck. His other hand went to the hem of your dress, rolling it up to reveal the delicate skin of your thighs and ass. You whimpered a little, feeling the cold air on your exposed skin.

“Look at you. You haven’t changed a bit. Always eager for my touch. Such a slut.”

His hand slapped your ass cheek hard making you squeal, then he proceeded to linger with his fingertips to the hem of your lacy thongs and he groaned at the sight. Gripping at the fabric made you cry in pleasure, you were always so easy to work up. Moving behind you with his hips, he pressed himself more into the flesh of you ass, making you feel how much he wanted you. Gasping for air, you managed to grip the edge of the altar to steady yourself even if you were pinned down by his hand still. He began grinding his hips to you, now his both hands wandering along your sides to your hips, keeping you in place to give you the best friction possible.

You tried so hard to not make a sound, to not show him how much you’re not in control but you failed miserably. Your moans filled the innocent walls of the church, your arousal wetting his pants through your soaked lacy thong. It made Charlie chuckle victoriously and he leaned down to your neck.

“You’re so filthy, darling. You want to be filled by my perfect sacred cock? To make you beg for god to help you out of my grasp? But I need to tell you a secret. God is not helping you. Because you’re so evil that there’s no reason to help you.”

In one swift motion he managed to unbuckle his pants and free his already hard rock cock which was brutally swollen at the tip. Sliding through your clothed folds, he made a small huff and moaned in satisfaction. His fingers grabbed the fabric of your thong and ripped it off from your body with your loud gasp as a result. You were so wet that you were dripping down your thighs, straight on his cock. You felt him now skin on skin, you couldn’t help but whimper in intense arousal and ache for him.

“Charlie-“

“Yes, love? Tell me. What do you want me to do? How will you pay for your sins?”

“Please… fuck me, Charlie.”

“I thought so. Whore.”

With the last word he slammed his hips into you, making you scream his name as he ripped through your wet pussy with his cock. Giving you some time to adjust he just hummed at how good you felt, your walls clenching around him so desperately, he was so deep inside you.

“F-fuck.. Charlie.. Just move, please.” You whined in intense frustration.

His hips stayed still while his hand traced along your back taking in your soft skin, enjoying how he had you under his control. After an agonising moment he leaned down to wrap his hand around your neck pulling you towards him as he straightened his back, forcing you to do the same. Your hand gripping the edge of the altar, whimpering at the sudden stretch you were now looking at the huge cross above the altar. Leaning to your ear he licked the skin under it.

“I told you, you’d be looking at it. You should be ashamed of your sins. Seducing the innocent priest… fuck, you’re so tight, darling, it’s unbelievable. When was the last time you have been fucked properly? Was it me? Or was it another fuckboys you were messing with? Oh. I know. Nobody was as delicious as me, weren’t they? That’s why you came back. Because you're a hungry little whore, hungry for my cock.”

You weren't able to talk, to think, or anything else, because you were really really cock drunk at that moment. When he seemed pleased by your silence he began to move his hips slowly. You moaned sinfully loud, your walls clenching his hard length over and over. Picking up the pace he was panting hard, biting on your neck, he was slightly choking you making you gasp for air. It made him chuckle viciously.

The warmth and tightness building in your lower belly started to feel unbearable, you knew you were close to cum.

“Char- Charlie-“

“You’re so great, baby, I missed this so much. Tightness and wetness of this pussy is making me crazy. I make you pay for how long you made me wait. You’re not gonna remember your name when I’m done with you, that’s what I can guarantee to you.. Oh my…”

“Yes, please, Charlie, I’m gonna-“

“Mhm, just let go, love, milk my cock like you own it. Cum hard, be a good girl to your priest.”

His words were the last straw while he was abusing your cunt with the rough thrusts, bruising your hips with his firm grip of his hands.

You let out a guttural scream, coming hard on his cock, your body trembling like crazy, eyes rolled back to your head, breath caught in your throat.

At the same time, he felt it was too much, your pussy was so great when you came and it made him fill you with his seed immediately.

You were panting hard as your body fell on your elbows against the altar and Charlie was riding off his release slowly.

“Fucking hell…” you said breathlessly turning your head slightly around, neck sore from how he was choking you earlier.

Charlie caught your gaze with a satisfied smirk as he was still panting a little.

“No, baby.. This is heaven. And you just arrived in purgatory.”

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