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lacybunie · 8 months

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adieu, mon dieu!

“forgive me, father, for i have committed the biggest sin of all!”

pairing: afab!reader x re4r!leon

warnings: smut, virginity loss, blasphemy, dub-con, inexperienced/pure reader, religious reader, manipulation, cum eating, creampie, pussy slapping, pet names, breeding kink, slight choking, crying during sex, age gap mention (reader is 19 while leon is 27), fingering, porn with plot (?), bit of ooc leon

note: first time writing hence why it’s so long :3 also wrote this based on leon saying “i’ll give you a holy body” in re4r bc nobody freaks out over it like i do

“holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners.” the prayer is muscle memory. a smile adorns your face as you walk out of sunday mass with your family. oh how you cherish the time spent in god’s temple. you would not have it any other way. this small, quiet town in washington homes jesus freaks like yourself. where every summer, all children through teens spend their time at church camp. cross necklaces or rosaries are worn around the necks of bypassers and neighbors. you feel as though you are blessed with such a life.

so when leon appears in your life, you think you’re the most blessed girl alive. as the two of you go steady, he starts attending church with you and listens to the word of the lord with you in his black jeep. he listens to your prayers and readings of the bible. leon couldn’t be anymore perfect. “our heavenly father has blessed me with a man who loves me.” pink hues flush your cheeks as you smile giddishly during confession. “do not let temptation fool you.” the priest on the other side taunts, almost as if it’s a warning.

the people of the church disagree with the relationship you have with leon, the eight year gap between you two. more so, they dislike leon. they tell you he is not a man of the lord, he is a walking sin. they share their stories of glancing at him during mass and how he’s appearing to hold back laughter, how he doesn’t actually consume the blood and body of christ, how his eyes are filled with something evil. you choose to not believe them as they don’t know leon as you do. “he is nothing like that, sister olivia.” you defend during sunday lunch, biting your tongue. “you have found the devil in a lover.” sister olivia spews with disgust.

her words are a distraction during your date, echoing and bleeding into the grooves of your brain. “sweetheart?” leon calls as he catches your zoned out state. your eyes connect with his, you break yourself out of thought. “i’m sorry, i was just lost in thought.” you apologize, gleaming with a shy smile. the warmth of leon’s hand engulfs yours across the table, the cold silver of your ring turning hot. “i was asking if you would want to go back to my place after this?” leon repeats what you had muffled seconds ago.

“i’ll have to ask my dad first.” you embarrassingly respond as pinks heat your cheeks. there’s limited privacy with leon, daytime stays at his home with an hour max limit and once every two weeks only. your father implemented this as a way to keep a better peace of mind. “c’mon sweetheart, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” leon persuades with sugar on his tongue. the veil of orange from the candles illuminating the table is covering his face, you might just burst from the ethereal beauty he holds. he’s saying something color-coded yet it’s muffled as the tidal wave of his eyes are drowning you. “okay.” you mindlessly respond, leon faintly smirks.

the little skirt you wear is almost halfway off while you and leon makeout on his couch, something you shamelessly leave out during confessions. you keep your hands on his broad shoulders while he dangerously lingers his hands at your hips and thighs. you think you’re seeping through your panties as you feel a wet patch forming, making you feel bothered. “i feel weird.” you pant between a kiss, lungs aflame from the little oxygen you grant yourself. leon pulls away with furrowing eyebrows, “did i do something wrong?”

yet you’re struggling to understand what IS wrong. why do you feel so…wet down there? maybe you started your period but you realize it ended a week ago. leon’s eyes are burning into your skin, the gaze causing you to feel mortified. how can you tell him this? what if he thinks you’re weird? his girlfriend is wetting herself like a damn fool for no reason. “what is it?” that soft tone of his makes you feel even worse. embarrassment is starting to creep itself into the flesh of your body.

“i feel wet.” you say it so clearly and slowly as if you’re dumbing it down for yourself. you don’t know why you feel like this and you don’t know why it’s happening. leon smiles at the frustration you show, clearly not thinking of your situation weirdly. “that’s a good thing, doll.” he coos while holding your hands. head tilting and ditzy eyes searching for an answer, you are clueless by how this is a good thing. “what do you mean, leon?” “you’re turned on, that’s what i mean.” the blood pumping into your heart turns cold at the realization of what you have let yourself done. one of the deadliest sins of all: lust

how can you let yourself get carried away and almost give into something sacred? something you promised to your heavenly father that you will wait till marriage to do? you clutch the rosary wrapped around your neck, “please forgive me. i’m sorry, leon.” you think leon must be feeling the same way too, realizing you both almost gave into sin. oh how awful he must feel, to almost have betrayed the lord and gave into temptation. leon searches your face in hopes to find something you’re not sure of. “why are you apologizing?” he questions, hands no longer embracing your own.

“for getting you caught up in almost sinning.” “it’s not a bad thing to be turned on.” his voice is laced with something unfamiliar, a tone you’re not even aware of. “but it can lead to having sex and we’re not-” “there’s nothing bad about having sex either.” leon interrupts with annoyance. you can’t fathom how he thinks premature sex is not bad, he’s read the bible with you countless times. the purity ring wrapped around your finger symbolizes the commitment you vowed to and he’s reminded every time he holds your hand. “we can’t have sex, leon. you know that.”

“do you not love me?” leon is frowning at you, taking you aback with his words. “i love you, leon. of course i do.” you profusely confess as you get closer to him. the weight of your chest growing heavy while he shakes his head. “you’re supposed to have sex with the one you love right? then why don’t you? if you love me enough, then it’s not sin.” leon preaches with eyes glimmering with something indescribable. “we won’t have sex, we’ll be making love. that’s different. the lord doesn’t view it as sin.”

different strokes of blue are piercing into your soul, almost like his eyes are trapping you. your mind is foggy as you try to think of something to say. “i don’t think...” you trail off with unsure certainty, but what you want to actually say becomes lost in thought as leon’s cherry-bruised lips pull apart in a smile. you think he’s right, it’s something you probably skimmed over. cold hands caress your bare thighs, leon’s lips kiss the skin below your jaw. “you know i’m right, doll.” he mutters while his teeth lightly nip your skin, you grow hot. “i would never lie to such a pretty angel.”

“i’ll make you feel so good.” leon promises with his hands scrunching up your skirt. the sudden action causing your heart to burst within itself. your dry mouth defeats the words wanting to escape, to tell him to not touch there. you’re also battling the urge to let yourself do so as his hands grasp your inner thigh, sending a rush throughout your body. doe eyes noticing the way leon is looking at you as if you’re a sheep, tethered in his sharp teeth, bracing to become a meal.

two fingers rub you over your panties, the new feeling quickly has you inhale sharply. butterflies flutter around in your abdomen. leon hums as his fingers gather your essence that is leaking through the fabric. “there you are, pretty.” leon lays you further down on the couch. his lips kiss you again roughly and you grip at his bicep as his hands quickly discard your skirt. leon impatiently pulls away from your lips to look at the newly found view, lilac panties adorned with a baby blue ribbon. leon’s favorite color.

the wetness from earlier feels as if it’s completely soaking the fabric. you feel utterly exposed like this, so vulnerable in front of leon. “you’re so fucking sexy.” he sighs out once he finally removes the one thing keeping him away from your forbidden fruit. “please leon.” you’re unsure if you’re begging or pleading. the temperature of your body is uncomfortably hot and you’re sure it’s because your soul is already spiraling down to hell. you want to stop leon from inserting his finger into your sopping cunt, but of course you don’t.

“have you ever touched yourself, doll?” leon asks, while fingering you agonizingly slow. you crave for more, not exactly sure of what. you need more of him. you’re heaving at this point, staring into leon’s eyes as he watches you unfold before him, a flower blooming almost too late. “i’m not supposed to.” you choke out the answer while he begins to messily rub your clit. the smirk resting on leon’s lips is haunting you, why does he always look so desirable with that stupid smirk?

“says who? your god?” leon pushes a second finger into your sopping hole, an uncomfortable stretch soon followed by an indescribable pleasure. the erotic sounds of your cunt being touched for the first time reach your hot pink ears. leon curls his fingers against your spongey walls causing you to squirm. the imaginary coil in your lower stomach feels like it’s on the brink of snapping.

“yes.” you moan while he lightly slaps your cunt. “what kind of god deprives his children of a pleasure such as this? don’t you feel good, angel? i know your pussy sure does.” leon smiles at your reaction for his choice of words, you forget how blunt he tends to be. “d-don’t say that.” “your god can’t be all that great if he won’t even let me feel how your pussy squeezes around my fingers.” the blasphemy hits you like a gunshot only temporarily, the pleasure you’re receiving rids it right away.

you’re shaking your head but you don’t know if it’s from the frustration of leon speaking against the lord or if you’re about to reach sweet relief. “leon.” you hiccup, the pleasure becoming too much and your mind is turning into mush. a tight grip on leon’s bicep has him chuckling, looking down at you so pathetically. “you look so fucking stupid. go ahead and cum for me, pretty.” he grants while your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his digits.

back arching off the couch along with the most pornographic moan to ever come out of your chest, the coil snaps. waves of ecstasy crashes within your body, releasing out of your sopping hole. your thighs are shaking to snap close but leon doesn’t let it happen as he gathers your essence up with his fingers. “god, you’re just so fucking perfect.” leon grunts before sticking his own fingers in his mouth, the honey he has been craving falls onto his tongue. you feel yourself get dizzy at the sight.

leon reaches down to give you a messy kiss, tasting your cum on his tongue. “wanna fuck you.” he moans into your mouth, his jeans rub against your cunt and you’re sure your cum smeared onto the denim. you want to stop right here, you want to run straight to church and plead for your life in the confessional booth. however, when leon pulls away to strip off his pants and his fat, long cock hits his abdomen, you feel that indescribable want grow stronger.

your breathing becomes heavy as leon rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance. his cock looks too big for you, fearing he’ll split you open. the taste of bitter metallic hits your tongue and you realize you’re biting your bottom lip too hard. “i’m so lucky.” leon grunts, dragging his thumb across your bleeding lip. “get to be the first to fuck this virgin pussy.” he barely pushes the tip into your tight cunt when you start crying. the pain of slight tearing mixed with the eternal damnation you’re going to face is cutting at your skin. “please.” your vision is blurry through the tears when leon pushes his cock fully into you, you can hear him let out a deep groan.

the way leon’s cock feels inside of you makes you feel so full. the pain of being ripped open for the first time is soon subsided by a mind clouded with desire, yet you’re still crying. leon moves in and out slowly but roughly, hitting a spot within you just right. you moan wearily, salty tears trickling down into your agape mouth. when leon begins to thrust a bit more hard, you’re sobbing out loud moans. leon presses his hand against your throat, “so fucking loud.” he’s snapping his hips into you, his cock bruising the inside of your cunt so sweetly that you feel the coil about to snap again.

“need to shut that mouth of yours next time.” leon grunts, looking at you in a haze. he squeezes your throat as if to test the waters and you choke out a needy moan, your cunt almost suffocating his cock at the action. “such a nasty girl.” leon smirks while picking up the pace of the abuse on your cunt. baby pink nails are scratching at leon’s biceps. you slur out an apology, clearly not in the right headspace to realize that leon is toying with the rosary tangled in your neck. “oh my-” you cut yourself off when leon’s cock repeatedly hits against a spot so sweet, the coil in your stomach feels like it’s tightening.

“say it.” leon taunts. his hand reaches down to messily rub at your clit once more, your eyes flutter shut. you know what he wants and you don’t think you can push yourself further into damnation by saying the lord’s name in vain. “c’mon, doll. tell your god how my cock is making you feel.” leon tightly wraps his fingers around the dainty rosary, you’re pleading at him through your eyes, mouth too occupied by the moans you let out. “leon please.” you cry out, you’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop the blasphemy or to make you cum.

leon soon loses himself in your cunt, grasping at your hips to drill his cock deeper in you. the stars in your eyes are getting brighter, you’re almost there. dirty blonde hair covers leon’s eyes, relieving yourself of the gaze he had on you. “gonna fucking breed you.” leon laps at your neck, biting at your soft skin as if it’s the bread he eats at church. “you want that? want me to fill you up?” you moan out a incoherent yes, too fucked out to understand what he’s even saying. leon captures your lips in a heated kiss, tongues relentlessly clash against each other.

leon’s cock hits that sweet spot one final time before the coil within you finally snaps. “oh my god, leon!” you moan so loudly, throat becoming faintly sore. your body is shaking at the ecstasy that’s somehow stronger than before, nails clawing at leon’s back that you feel like you may draw blood. “there you go, angel.” leon’s words are drowned out by pure euphoria. you feel the warm essence escape out of your cunt but it’s soon mixed with another hot feeling, leon’s own cum. he desperately shoves his cock into you to rid himself of every last drop. you look down to where you two are connected, the lewd sight brings you back down to earth.

if anyone were to rip open your chest to view the way your heart is pounding, almost punching itself out, they’d think you murdered a man. the burden of betrayal is sitting heavy on your shoulders, all the prayers in the world couldn’t save you now. when you look at leon, who is taking in the sight of his cum dripping out of your cunt, the thought begins to become a crimson haze. a string of pearl beads clutched in leon’s fist catches your eye, you look up at him. a blue hue meet yours, the once bright shade now dark. leon lets out a daunting chuckle, “won’t be needing that anymore.”

sprawled out on his palm is a broken chain along with a few pearls and a tiny cross. leon ripped off your rosary.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x fem reader #idk how to tag this

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min1check · 9 months

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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

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Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment.

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard.

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night.

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that.

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly.

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him.

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together.

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s.

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face.

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold.

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray.

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’

I was crying internally.

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work.

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley.

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen.

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different.

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!”

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered.

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction.

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl.

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin.

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself.

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me.

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him.

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really.

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess.

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold.

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me.

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve.

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest.

My mouth dropped to the floor.

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't.

“…”

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned.

I’m actually going to kill myself.

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly.

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face.

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back.

“Here’s some more money Princess.”

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him.

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye.

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine.

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head.

He kissed me out of literally nowhere.

My blood went cold again.

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good.

#jared leto joker #joker x reader #leto joker #leto joker x reader #the joker x reader #jared leto joker x reader

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mochiepie · 4 months

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Sukuna's Temptation

I have changed some part of the story according to my preference, as it is based on my perspective. It's just a fiction and i ain't following the arcs/actions/happenings of the manga.

Part-2

Characters involved :- Ryomen sukuna/reader🦋

( reader seduces sukuna, uses of abusive words, small amount of sex#al actions, Smut would be in the part 2 )

Heian era period

Sorcerers were fighting The king of curses "sukuna" all by themselves. Sukuna has attacked

The village again due to the rebellion of the village people against him.

Backstory :-

Few sorcerers entered this infamous Rich village only to know that, this village was living under the terror of sukuna and they are forced to send sacrifices to sukuna as he is their "king". The village was rich and prosperous only because sukuna favoured them. And that's why the villagers weren't ready to rebel against sukuna. The sorcerers couldn't accept that women were getting sacrificed every month just for the village to stay alive. The sorcerers managed to give hopes to the villagers somehow and assured them that they would defeat sukuna and give them back their freedom. But in order to defeat Sukuna they must bring sukuna here out of his hideout. Nobody knew where he lived, so to do it so, the ritual of sacrifices must be stopped, that would cause sukuna to notice it. And then.. sukuna would come to check it.

This was the plan of the sorcerers. Little they knew about the power difference between them and the "King of curses".

Present time -

Sorcerers were dying one by one. Sukuna was walking on their body as if they were some sacks of rice. Half of the population in the village vanished within 2 seconds. Rest of remaining ones were bowing and begging "him" to stop, to show mercy on them. The leftover sorcerers even started to begg, they lost their pride, the greed to live was now controlling their minds, as they knew.. it was death who was standing infront of them. The death was dressed as the king of curses.

Sukuna :- you, filthy ungrateful creatures sought to rebel against me? ( Disbelief)

Villagers:- i-i-t wasn't us my lord.. th-this sorcerers were fueling us.. they-They blackmai- us ( incoherent cries and begging)

Sukuna looked over to the dead bodies of the sorcerers. A slight feeling of pride entering his body as he took a good look of this sight.

Sukuna:- 70 sorcerers.. hah. 70 sorcerers came to fight me and.. died within 5 mins. ( Smirks)

Villagers:- we- we shall follow your command my lord. Please forgive our sin. You shall take anything from us, but just let us live my lord. We will never ever think of committing such a sin again my lord. If any of us even thinks of doing such sin, we shall cut their head and send it to you my lord.

Sukuna:- oh my! You seem to be great at giving assurance hah? ( Looks at them with an amused look) I see. Fine.. i shall forgive you all~ bu-

Sukuna's sentence was cutt off in between by the sudden entry of the woman, who lunged at sukuna hitting him with a powerful cursed energy infused kick on his back. The villagers were shocked, their eyes almost gauging out of their sockets. They couldn't believe a human.. moreover a woman having the guts to attack him.

Sukuna was taken back.. he made sure he killed all sorcerers right? Then how come 1 survive, and how did he not feel his presence? He got up from the ground asap to turn around and see... A woman?

His eyes were... Wide open as if stucked.

" not just a woman, this one was.. intriguing" he smirked at his thought

Sukuna:- my my, the audacity you had little mortal. Tell me, you really think you can fight against me?

( looking at her body up & down )

Y/n:- bow down and leave before I cut you into pieces and feed you to the hyenas you insignificant creature!

Sukuna:- ( amused) oh my my... Look at the little mouse. Ain't your words much bigger then your whole body? Speaking alot more then your capacity hah? ( Grins) well then.. I shall slit that mouth of yours right now to.. remind you how to talk with someone superior (smirks)

Sukuna lunges towards y/n, he was all ready to slash her. Y/n dodged easily and stood behind him, she wrapped her legs and used one of his four arms to stabilise herself. She grabbed his neck and started to place little kitten licks on his neck. Sukuna froze at the moment he felt the wetness of her tongue. His body giving up. He felt the touch of plenty of women.. but.. this woman.. was intriguing him, luring him, and moreover even rebelling against him to fighting him.. and now? Now seducing him in the middle of the fight? Thoughts occupied his mind. He was lost into the pleasure of feeling her tongue. He groaned in satisfaction. His hands finding her to pull her infront of him. Y/n still didn't leave licking his neck, she still kept on sucking and licking his jawline, to neck, to his collarbone. He was just groaning. The villagers were in shock to see such a lewd scene. They began to talk and whisper amongst themselves which brought sukuna back to reality. He pushed y/n off his embrace, causing her fly over quite far.

Sukuna:- think you can use your body to lure me? You stink, fukin whore. Not even my lowest level of curses would want your loose stinky pussy ( furious yet disappointed that the pleasure was taken from him )

Y/n:- is that so? ( Smirks) then why were you groaning my little babyy ? ( Taunts)

Sukuna was taken a back. His pride was hurt. His ego was trembling. Sukuna lunged towards her again aiming at her mouth to slash. She dodged again but this time.. she landed a hard kick on his head. Sukuna's fighting technique was deteriorating due to his mind filling with lust and desparation for this unknown woman and at the same time his pride and ego being hurt.

Sukuna was about to stand up but y/n sat on his back.

( like this lmao 🤣)

Backstory of Y/n :-

she was a sorcerer but her curse energy wasn't high, so due to being weak she used her body to seduce and lure so that she would get some time to find the weak spots of her enemies and hit on it on the right time. For her survival she had chosen this path, she was a resident of this village and she was against the process of sacrifices. To end this terror of sukuna, she finally managed her guts and will power to fight him she knows that she can't defeat him. But she is buying some time as her fellow sorcerers will arrive anytime soon in the village to help her. That's why, she is trying her best to seduce him and keep him intrigued on her. )

Y/n began her seduction tricks on him. She scratched on sukuna's kimono resulting his kimono to shred into few pieces. She began to lick on his ear.. " don't you want me.. my king?"

End of this chapter. Next chapter coming soon.

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dark-and-kawaii · 6 months

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Unholy

Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request @rcehb-art : You go to confess your sins but the Devil has other plans...

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: <3 Hope you enjoy it xoxo

Your fingers grasp the fabric of your short skirt, your fingers curling, bunching up the thin fabric as you rubbed your thighs together. The nervousness coursing through your body only heightens the excitement that fills the confessional booth. Waiting to confess something so sinful and perverse.

The unforgiving wooden seat presses against your heated flesh, sending shivers of both pleasure and discomfort down your spine, “F-forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Your voice came out soft and shaky as you spoke…

The silence on the other side of the screen hangs heavy, it seemed he was waiting for you to continue. Biting your bottom lip you could hardly believe you were doing this, living out a fantasy you always dreamt of. To confess and touch yourself before a priest, even if he was just going to sit on the other side and listen to you… It was a twisted fulfillment of your most secret desires.

“I-it's been- it’s been a year since my last confession.”

The thought of what you are about to do sends a delicious shudder coursing through your body, leaving you trembling, “I-I… I want to confess my fantasies. The things I think about when I'm alone at night, things that would be considered sins, father.” Your hand ventures away from your skirt, your nails tracing teasing patterns along your thigh, igniting a sinful pleasure that makes you squirm with wicked delight.

“Impure thoughts, you say? The mind is a fertile ground for temptation. Tell me, do these thoughts trouble you deeply? Go on, child and confess. There's no point in hiding anything from the Lord, my dear," he murmurs, his tone dripping with a sinful allure

"I-I fantasize about being with lots of men, letting them touch me. I've thought about being fucked hard while someone else watches. I-I've- fantasized about having sex with two men at once, Father."

A quiet chuckle escapes from the other side of the confessional, and a smirk dances upon your lips. Your hand glides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips teasingly grazing the sensitive flesh. Your confession alone was enough to make you wet.

“Ah yes, lust, such a delightful sin. And now you seek absolution, to wash away the excitement with a confession, do you?" He asked, his tone husky and it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Yes." Your voice came out soft, almost a whisper. "I've also thought about… a priest, watching me. W-while I pleasure myself."

You bit back a soft moan as your fingertips brushed over your pussy, a small pool forming onto the wooden seat.

He chastises you for your vulgarity, “How vulgar. In the house of the Lord no less, do you not have any shame? Do you not see the sins you commit?”

Your heart leapt in your chest at his words, a small whine leaving your lips. You felt the heat of shame wash over you, but instead of feeling embarrassed, it only aroused you further. Your fingers dipped between your folds, the pads of them pressing against your clit, a soft moan escaping you, "Oh, god... I-I’m so sorry, f-forgive me."

Despite your apology, the priest refuses to grant you absolution so easily. He revels in your sinful state, savoring the taste of your transgressions upon your lips and soul.

As your fingers delve deeper within you, the lewd wet sounds reverberate within the confines of the small confessional booth, drowning out all other thoughts. Unbeknownst to you, the priest has silently slipped away from his side of the booth, his presence only revealed when the door creaks open, unveiling a man clad in the pristine white robe of a priest. The hunger in his gaze, the predatory glint in his eyes, is unmistakable. He gazes down upon you, his stare akin to a wolf eyeing its prey.

Embarrassment washes over you, a wave of exposure that leaves your cheeks flushed crimson, the tips of your ears burning bright red. Hastily, you withdraw your fingers, attempting to cover your now exposed state with your skirt, your legs pressed together in a futile attempt to shield yourself. Your eyes avert, avoiding the intense gaze that devours you whole. “I-I didn't think-“ you stammer, the words barely escaping your trembling lips.

You watch as he lifts his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands desert your skirt, gripping the edges of the seat as the heel of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

His foot came into your field of vision, a shiny black leather shoe, you watched as he lifted his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands left your skirt, clutching the edges of the seat as the tip of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

Tears well up at the corners of your eyes once again, your protestations tinged with desperation. "I didn't mean... I only... Father, please, I-I don't actually w-want this..." you plead, your voice quivering with a mix of fear and confusion.

Raphael felt sympathy for you. Briefly. Until he realized you were pantiless, just another one of those common sluts. Easy to break, easy to manipulate. And so he continued, rubbing the tip of his shoe against the soaked entrance of your pussy, watching as your body shudders and a whimper escapes your beautiful lips.

“Sin is sin, my dear girl,” he responds, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and sadistic pleasure. “And you are here to be cleansed. Don't you wish to be cleansed?”

“I- No- , Father, please.”

He removed his foot, the sound of him removing his robes and the jingle of a belt buckle. Raphael looked down at your face, you were beautiful. Eyes filled with unshed tears, and a look of fear on your face. How he loved seeing his prey in such a state, the sight was enough to make his cock throb. And the way you were biting your lip. Hell, he wanted to push his cock in between those lips, but all in good time.

“Any form of disobedience right now would only prove to me and your god that your soul is too far gone and that you have no desire to be accepted into heaven.”he taunts, his chuckle filled with the deceit of a devil wrapped in the guise of a man of God. Countless souls have fallen prey to his deceptions, their essence stolen, twisted, and forever banished from the pearly gates of heaven.

He gripped the back of your neck, forcing you off the seat flipping you over, so your chest was pressed against the hard surface. His other hand came down on your ass, the sound echoing in the small confessional booth.

You let out a strangled gasp, trying not to scream, the sound coming out more like a squeak, muffled by your arm. The slap hurt, and the stinging didn't subside, it just seemed to get worse. You tried to move, to pull away, but the grip he had on the back of your neck tightened, “Ah Ah Ah, little lamb,” he admonishes. “I can see that you don't want forgiveness. That you have no desire to repent for your sins. Then you must be punished, and only through pain and agony will your sins be washed clean. Only then can you seek forgiveness from your Lord.”

The devil, disguised as the priest, grasps his cock, thick, long, and rigid, teasing it along the dripping slit of your pussy, coating his head in the glistening trail of your slick juices. Raphael presses down on your back, flattening your breasts against the wooden bench, forcing your ass to arch, tilting and exposing your throbbing pussy. He marvels at the sight of your puffy lips, parted and dripping, quite the invitation.

He saw how your puffy lips dripped and parted for him as he pushed his cock forward, sliding past your opening and nudging your clit.

“Ah~ ♡“

Raphael's brows furrowed, he couldn't quite believe that the noise he heard, that sweet, melodious noise came from you. He slid back and forth, relishing the sensation of your soft wet heat until he thrusted forward without mercy.

A scream of both pain and pleasure escapes your lips, only to be silenced by the taste of your own blood as you bite down on your bottom lip. Your hands clutched at the bench, knuckles white, you didn't dare look back. You were in agony, but somehow you were enjoying it, the pain mixed with the pleasure. Your body had betrayed you, and the fact that the priest had noticed and was now taking advantage of the fact.

“Look at how wet you are, how eager you are to accept the sinful pleasures of the flesh.” he taunts, his voice dripping with the satisfaction of corrupting a lost lamb.

“Please-“

Your pleas fall upon deaf ears, drowned out by the sounds of his hips colliding with your ass.

“Does it hurt, little lamb?”

"Y-yes~."

"Yes who?"

"Yes, Father!!!~" He could hear the pleasure in amongst the pain in your voice.

The Devils grip tightened, nails digging into your skin. He could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to hear you sing. To make you moan, to give into the sinful desires you were feeling.

He pulled out slowly, looking down to watch his cock emerge from your clenching tight pussy, coated in your cream, your cunt lips clinging to his shaft. He thrust back into you, grinding into you softly before he began to fuck you, ploughing into you as deeply as he could.

You couldn't keep silent any longer. Moans, gasps and whimpers escaped your lips, each time his hips slammed into you.

“Good girl. Let the church hear how you're giving into the Devil's temptations.” He grinned, his hands sliding up your back and into your hair, pulling hard.

You whimpered as he pulled, feeling the sting in your scalp, your back arching to try and lessen the pain. His cock dived into you, the sound of your wet cunt being punished by his cock loud in your ears. He pistoned in and out of you remorselessly. Your moans loud as your hips began to fuck back.

"Fu~ Y-Yes Father~!! God, yes!!!” Your cunt clenched around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper.

“There is no God here, lamb. Only a Devil, one who will devour you. One that will make you scream. Make you bleed. Make you beg as I fill your womb with my tainted seed. And when your Lord looks down and sees you, he will reject you. Turn his gaze from you and your swollen belly-“

“FU~ C-c-CUUUUM~!! PLEASEEE~!! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!! PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR DEVILISH SPAWN!!! P-PLEASE~!!”

"Such a sinful little slut, you are.”

“YES~!!!”

His grip tightening, nails digging into the flesh of your scalp. You let out a pained whine, feeling his nails cutting through the skin, causing blood to trickle down the sides of your face.

He demands your allegiance, questioning your loyalty to the divine. “Who do you worship? Whose cock will you serve? Will you pledge your soul to the devil himself?”

"Yes~, M-My soul, my body and my cunt are yours~!! I'm all yours~! My body belongs to you!! The Devil himself~! Oh, oh, oh my fuck~!! OH, FU~!!! HAA~!!”

You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, the pleasure coursing through you, a tidal wave, drowning you in euphoria. The tight ring of muscle, clamped around his cock, milking his hot seed as it gushed into you, the false priest’s cum painting your walls white, invading your fertile womb.

As he pulls out, both of you gasping and panting, he admires his handiwork. You, slumped over the bench, covered in a sheen of sweat, panting for breath, your eyes glazed over in a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. His seed dripping out of your well abused cunt…

But amidst the exhaustion, a wicked grin spreads across your lips as you gaze at the false priest. Your mind races knowing that the devil's seed now resides within you. The future is uncertain, but the past half hour has left you craving more.

In the back of your mind, you think of Haarlep, the man waiting for you at home. You hope that he will believe the lie, that the child growing in your womb is his….

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Fallen angel

Priest!Remus Lupin x reader

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Warnings: smut, corruption kink, swearing, kinda voyeurism, not proofreaded

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DAY 14: Innocence

Remus knows it is wrong, but sinning has never been sweeter.

You came for Mass as you did every Sunday, together with your family. Remus always took a few minutes to look at you as you sat in the front row, in your usual cream and powder-pink dress, your little white shoes and the pink headband in your hair. If he hadn't known better, the young priest would certainly have thought you were an angel.

Throughout the mass he tried never to look at you, knowing that he would then have to hide a very obvious erection that would be very difficult to explain.

You are his forbidden dream and his most terrible perversion.You, with your air so graceful and your soul so good, were the one who would make even a saint sin, and Remus is convinced of this. There is no mortal soul according to him who would not think of your lips, your breasts, your legs in a sinful way.

Once the sacred service was over and the faithful were greeted, Remus headed for the confessional, knowing that a couple of people would be coming in seeking absolution. Usually he was not the one to hear confessions, but Father James, who, however, due to commitments could not do so today, so he had asked Remus to do so. At that thought he could not help but smile, thinking how he could ever grant absolution, when at night she often dreamed of you, as he fucked you, as you lay naked on top of the church altar.

Remus has been sitting in the confessional for a while, listening to people's sins and assuring them that God would forgive them if they showed a willingness to absolve themselves, when he decides to leave since there are other things to do and it has been several minutes since anyone came in after the last one who had come in, a man who had cheated on his wife with his sister.

The moment he is about to leave that cramped space, however, he hears your voice caressing the air.

"Father James, I should confess." You say in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.

Remus knows it is wrong the shiver that runs down his spine as he feels the sensation of desire growing inside him. He sits back as he wonders whether to tell the truth or to lie and pretend to be his friend, knowing that this would only be the beginning of the series of sins he would be thinking and doing, moments from now, imagining you kneeling beside him.

"Go ahead my child." Whispers the young priest as he imitates his colleague's voice.

"Father, I have sinned. The devil has taken me by the hand and led me down an evil road." You comment as you wring your hands.

"What have you ever done that is so terrible? You are an angel on earth, you cannot disappoint the Lord." Remus comments, as he feels his pants getting tighter and tighter, in imagining your lips inches away from his lap, separated only by a thin perforated wooden panel.

"I've been thinking about so many wrong things." You pause for a moment and then ask a question. "Father, if I tell you, you will never tell anyone right?"

"Of course angel, no one but me, you and Our Lord will ever know what you are going to tell me." Remus says, trying to reassure you; you nod and go on.

"Father, the other night I had a dream-a sex dream. I was-I was with this boy and he was touching my whole body, then his hands stopped...right there." You say, and Remus immediately closes his eyes, throwing his head back, praying himself not to come at that same moment in his pants.

"It was probably all because of that movie my friend showed me where there's a sex scene, since I've never been intimately with any man, but here's that's not the worst part."

"Oh no?" Remus asks, instinctively, as he feels his self-control slipping through his fingers as he puts his hand on the button that fastens his pants.

"No, because then when I woke up...here I didn't really know what I was doing, but I felt that I was very wet in my underwear and I didn't understand why."

"God child, what have you done?" Remus comments under his breath, not thinking you could hear him as he pulls his cock out of his pants and begins to massage it, since by now the erection was becoming too painful.

"Yes father, I know I sinned a lot, I know because then I did something I'm very ashamed of. I touched myself down there, and-and I think I gave myself pleasure." You confess, your voice almost on the verge of tears. Remus tightens his hand around your cock as he takes a deep breath and stops his movements, knowing that if he continued he would come in seconds.

"What exactly did you do my dear? How did you touch yourself?" Remus asks in a rough voice as he hears you fidgeting on the other side of the grate.

"But Father, I would sin one more time if I repeated it out loud." You comment frightened, as you feel your white panties getting wet again, under the pink skirt you wear.

"No my child. God, and I, need to know what exactly you have done, to absolve your sins, of course." You try to explain Remus convincingly. A few seconds of stalemate pass before you respond.

"You are right Father, I am so foolish. I'll tell you what I did then." You say, in a tone of conviction, before being interrupted again by the young priest.

"I think though if you just told it you might forget some things, and we definitely don't want something like that to happen right?"

"No Father, absolutely not. What do you recommend I do then?" You ask eager to please the priest.

"Why don't you try to do again what you did that night, too. Try touching yourself the same way you gave yourself pleasure as you tell me about it, try thinking about who you were thinking about that night as you came on your fingers." Remus says, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as hesitantly a hand immediately goes to the hem of your skirt. You spend a few seconds assessing the situation and then decide to do as Father advises, so you bring your right hand inside your white panties, and with one finger you brush your pussy, feeling how wet it is. This slight gesture of yours makes you moan, and Remus can't help but imagine you under him as you make all those lovely sounds.

"That's right, keep touching yourself while you tell me how you sinned bimbo." Remus says, taking his erection back in his right hand as some pre-cum slides from the tip to the base. The sensitive tip of his cock feels the drafts of air coming in through the small door in front of him, and he can't help but think those are the correspondence of your labored breathing.

"I put my hand in my panties, and with my middle finger I began to caress my..."

"Say it my child, don't be ashamed, it's more than natural."

"About my pussy. Slowly I started to move my finger around, to see if it really feels as much pleasure as it said in the movie, and that's how I found out that it does, but it takes time. Then after a few minutes of touching her, I tried to stick a finger inside."

"Did you like it?"

"Not so much at first, then after a few times I was going back and forth, like he did in the movie, I started to like him a lot, however I couldn't get to the pleasure." You continue, while touching yourself in the same way you are telling it, however the pleasure this time comes much faster than the first time, as you already feel on the verge of orgasm.

"And how did you get to orgasm baby?" Remus asks, as he knows he too is getting closer and closer to reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

"I imagined it was someone else doing those things on me." You confess shyly between moans. Your hand is completely wet, and your fingers are also cramping, but you don't care.

"And who were you thinking of?"

"To Father Remus. "You whisper in a low voice as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. "Father James please absolve me, please remove this stain from my soul, I cannot live knowing I will end up in the clutches of Mephistopheles." You pray as your fingers quicken.

"Cum. And I will absolve you my child, come now my little fallen angel." Remus says, before coming himself with powerful spurts, in his own hand, as he imagines you convulsing after your orgasm, your plump lips wide open as you moan and your sinful chest poking out of your dress.

At the same time you come around your fingers, moaning and rolling your eyes in pleasure as you feel every muscle in your body contract and relax without you having control over anything.

"Father am I absolved?" You ask with bated breath, as you adjust your skirt, and try to make yourself presentable again. Remus struggles to catch his breath too, especially as he thinks back to the final confession you made: you think of him when you have to give yourself pleasure.

Part of him would like to console you by saying that he is not just thinking about the other person to get to orgasm, but knowing that this is not the case, he decides to adopt another technique.

"Of course my dear, no sin stains your candid soul anymore, just a piece of advice. Just the next one I advise you to go and report these kinds of sins and problems directly to Father Remus, he is a very open-minded man who specializes in the kind of problem you have child."

"What is my problem, Father?" You ask fearfully.

"I think it's really a sex demon, angel." At Remus's words you wince, but he immediately heartens you. "Don't worry baby, he's very good and will know how to help you, but it's important that you don't tell anyone about your condition, okay?"

"Of course Father James, thank you for the advice, I will go right away and talk to Father Remus tomorrow."

"Good, very good my sweet fallen angel." He says, before saying goodbye and hearing you leave.

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Preacher's Daughter - Jonathan Crane x Reader

𖤐 Summary: Jonathan Crane reminisces on a rendezvous he had in his youth back in Georgia with the town preacher’s daughter.

𖤐 Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

𖤐 Word Count: 826

𖤐 Rating: +18. smut. gun kink. blasphemy. degradation. femdom.

“Yer trespassin’ boy.”

That voice, sharp, succinct, like the predatory click of her daddy’s shotgun, signaled the start of our game. I may have been the prey, but she was the prize. So I raise my hands in defeat, I play along, and quietly walk down the empty church aisle in the dark. She pressed the barrel of the gun on the small of my back and I could already feel myself grow hard. We couldn’t go to her house on account of her 5 siblings and pastoral parents, and my house was no less forgiving (crazy grandma Keeny’s reign of terror was at its peak). So when we wanted to sin, the local church seemed like the safest option. This only served to heighten the illicit nature of our rendezvous.

“No I aint.” I said to her, a shit eating grin apparent in my tone of voice. “This here is the house of God, not yours.”

She walked me up to the pulpit and made me kneel, pushing me to the floor with the heel of her boots. I looked up at the preacher’s daughter as she stood over me, powerful, and committed the image to memory. The way her skin glowed under the silver moonlight pouring in through the church windows, shadows accentuating every curve, and her daddy’s shotgun glittering menacingly. Years later she remains the only woman who could bring the great Scarecrow to his knees, quivering.

“I am God.” she said, and she was right.

Suddenly, I feel a pressure between my legs. I look down and see she is pushing her boot onto my tented blue jeans. I gasp, and she swats my outstretched hand with the butt of the shotgun.

“Now, I want you to put your hands together and pray.” she says.

“Why?” I reply, voice raspy.

“Because you’re a sinner.” her voice was curt.

My vision, now clouded with lust, begins to see dull halos of moonlight around my lover’s stern gaze. I put my hands together and begin to do as I’m told, closing my eyes and mumbling a Hail Mary as quickly as I can. She pushes the barrel of the gun to my forehead and her foot to my sex.

“Again.” her dissatisfaction was made clear.

“Hail Mary fullofgra-'' I ramble off, beads of sweat blossoming on my brow in the thick Georgia heat. She flips the rifle and hits me again. My head begins to spin, and I slowly turn my gaze back up to her, hazy and dream-like.

“Say it right, boy.” she returns the cool metal of the gun barrel to my feverish skin, and I give out a small sigh.

“Hail, Mary, full of grace…” I pause and make sure to lock eyes with her. “The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”

She pulls the gun away from my forehead, casting it aside, and removes the pressure from between my legs. She then kneels down before me, cupping my face into her gentle grasp. We share a chaste kiss and she lovingly whispers to me.

“Good boy,” she says.

Her hands reach down and begin to remove my belt buckle. I help her speed the process along, gasping breathily as I free my member from its confines. She puts her hands on my chest, and I can feel her clammy palms through the thin fabric of my white tank top. She was just as nervous and aroused as I. For a moment, our personas dissipate into the surrounding humidity, and we both moan in unison as she lowers her body onto my lap. Her insides felt just like a ripe Georgia peach at the height of summer,

slick,

moist,

sweet.

“Now,” her voice was little more than a gasp. “Say it again.”

I extended my legs beneath me, putting one hand on the floor to lean on, and the other slipping in under her nightdress to feel her bare skin. She held still, defiant, and I could tell she wouldn’t move till I said my part. I took that moment to kiss her neck and lick her ear. She shivered, and I took in one last deep breath. Her skin smelled of old fashioned bar soap and a cheap vanilla body spray that she used to try to hide the scent of Marlboro reds. With each word I uttered she hastened her pace, rolling her hips against mine until she reached a full gallop.

“Hail, Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death…”

Like a man possessed, my back arches up, eyes rolling, and I see the light.

“Amen.”

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Like Raven Feathers

Intro: Riddle does something against the rules. And because of that, he'll fall from Heaven, oh he'll fall, just for you.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, Riddle's mom is mentioned, lots of religious whatever, bro's a simp through and through

A/N: Lookie what I whipped up with a random dose of motivation. Riddle's not even in my top five faves so I'm not sure why the first full fic I'll ever post is one about him. This has no effect on my Isekai'd Chronicles series update schedule, but it does share the same universe so go check it out if you're confused.

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Riddle has always lived his life by the Bible of the Church of Light. Every movement is according to scripture, and every choice is made under the guidance of his mother, the Saintess. Since she has the highest authority in Heaven and is the angel closest to the God of Light, surely she's correct in all that she does. Surely he's correct to follow her. He would keep his wings pure and abide by every rule; no one likes a fallen acolyte of Light.

In this little circle, he's safe.

He wakes up at sunrise every day and prays. He does as is taught to him: give his thanks for every blessing and apologize for every failure, for every sin, and for every wrong he's committed. Most days, he doesn't know why he's begging for forgiveness. Today, he does. "Forgive me, oh Lord of Light," Riddle mumbles piously under his breath. "I have done something unbecoming of your servant. I have developed…feelings, for a mortal nonetheless. I have given away the love that rightfully belongs to you. Please have mercy and forgive this poor soul."

He never says a word about repenting.

After ten minutes of prayer, he makes his bed, takes a bath, straightens out his feathers, and brushes his teeth. Then it's time to double-check all the items he needs for classes and ensure that he's done all the assignments necessary for each day. He has breakfast with the rest of his dormitory members after giving thanks to his Lord for the food. There's another prayer after eating.

Another careless apology leaves his lips.

Classes go by far too slowly for his liking. When he sits at the cafeteria for lunch, his blue-gray eyes search for the mortal that's been in his mind for far too long, far too often. They light up when he finds you.

There's you beyond his circle, just out of reach.

Riddle isn't shy when he asks you to spend lunch with him. When you agree with a smile, his heart seems to beat faster than before. Too fast for his brain to keep up with. He's short of breath around you; you make him unable to even think. He's like an electronic toy short-circuiting in water. That's what you are, after all—strange, unfamiliar territory he isn't allowed to traverse. But even the first angels fell to temptation, so who is he to be the exception?

You're the sweetest forbidden fruit.

He has to go back to class eventually, but he hates that he does. That's weird, that's wrong; he's Riddle Rosehearts, and studies should be his priority after his God. But his hand is out of his control when he doodles little hearts on the border of his notebook (why would he do that? It's so childish, so immature.).

After class, he sends you a text to ask you to study with him in the library. Alone, preferably, because your friends always raise a ruckus (that's the excuse he tells you and himself). He feels content, happy, when you show up by yourself. The two of you sit across from each other, and he reviews topics for you that he still remembers clearly from his first year. Riddle finds it fun. Perhaps some would call it tedious, but he thinks that you're a worthy use of his time. He gets paid by the way you pout when you're struggling with a question. He feels fulfilled when you smile that bright smile, all teeth showing, eyes squinted into crescents, when you claim to finally understand something you've been struggling with for a while. He thinks he can die happy in your arms when you hug him in excitement and thank him for tutoring you.

You trespass into his little circle.

He packs up too soon because you have some commitment with some other person; he's alone in the library now. He sees the way other people look at you. You're just so uniquely you; he understands they want you the way he does. It doesn't mean he'll relent his efforts to snake his way into your heart. You're something he desperately wants, needs, even.

He's envious of the way other people make you laugh. Riddle's never been the humorous type (do you like that type better?). He's too strict, too strait-laced. Maybe you don't think he's fun, or cool, or interesting. Do you even think of him at all?

He still can't touch you.

When he's back at the dorm, he spends the rest of his time buried in his assignments. Perhaps getting you off his mind is the best thing he can do today. He's unproductive when you're the only thing on his mind, so he buries you underneath mountains of schoolwork.

Why can't he reach you?

He lays in bed after another prayer. The same apology is said. He can't even bother to change it. At some point, he'll stop asking for forgiveness. Some time in the future, he'll only confess his love for you in his daily prayers without being sorry for it. Falling in love with a mortal is wrong. Praying insincerely is wrong. But you, you, oh, you're everything that's right in this sinful world. His mother will never understand him.

But the God of Light will.

Because he doesn't even know when it started, but you've become his light. He fears for the darkness that will swallow him when you're gone.

Don't choose someone else. Don't find someone else. Don't love someone else.

He'll leave his circle on his own.

And when the angel falls, he'll make sure he goes out with the most glorious fireworks.

With you.

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m3lodyxo · 6 months

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Salvation for the damned

Priest!Sanji x fem!Reader smut

Minors, do not interact!!!

Author's note: This is my first smut, go easy on me. I'm not used to actually posting what I write. Ever since I saw @hunnismokah 's fanart of Sanji as a priest I haven't had a WINK of sleep. She has unleashed something feral into the world.

Warning: if you're uncomfortable with themes of religion, I'll advise you to scroll away.

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"What is troubling you, my child?"

Sanji fancied himself a man of God. From a young age, he knew his role in life was to serve The All Mighty and help lost souls find the right path again.

He gave an Oath, and swore his body, mind and soul to The Lord, in promise to never stray from the path of light. And Sanji was a man of his word. Hence why he was sure you were sent by the Judge Of All, to test his strength and devotion.

Oh, you were the most angelic being he had ever laid eyes upon. Or at least so he thought, because, in truth, he saw you as a temptation crafted by The Devil specifically to torture him. And as much as he prayed and kneeled before God, begging for expiation, you wouldn't leave. As hard as he cried out to the heavens for a chance to atone, his screams were never heard.

You would always creep into his dreams, where he was most vulnerable, and force him into sin. You were a foul succubus, the daughter of Satan, and you have come to ensure his fall.

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"Father, I must atone for these terrible sins I've committed against the Holy One."

He hadn't expected you to turn up so late, looking deeply troubled near the Church's entrance. He let you in without a second thought, and as soon as you reached the altar, you dropped down to your knees, your hands clasped together, looking up at him in desperation.

His face softened and he smiled ever so slightly. He was glad you finally decided to turn yourself over to The Light. Sanji lifted his hand over your head and spoke with firmness in his voice.

"Speak now child, lay yourself bare before The Lord and share your troubles. Pray that He may forgive you."

He felt closest to God during confessions. It was as if The All Mighty spoke through him, accepting the wrongs of those before him into his heart and engulfing them in pure holy light.

"I've been plagued by impure thoughts, Father. The sin of Lust and Desire has claimed me and shackled me in its repulsive hold and I have become its slave."

Through the silence, a shaky breath was all that could be heard. Sanji felt his body shudder and pool in a cold sweat, a chill running down his spine. His knees were so weak he thought he might keel over any moment now, had he not been holding Saint Patrick's Cross so tightly in his other hand.

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Sanji composed himself. Right now, he had to help this poor woman redeem herself before The Lord.

"Very good, my child. The first step to redemption is seeking out the forgiveness of God. Stand."

You did as you were told immediately, without asking a single question. Good. The expectant look in your eyes could melt the resolve of the most cold-hearted man, had you only wished to do so.

"For your heinous crimes, you shall face punishment, and you shall suffer, and you shall be freed. Now, are you ready to carry out God's task?"

Oh, that spark in your eyes. He could almost feel the devotion radiate off your body into zaps of energy. Almost. "I am ready, Father. I swear that I will do whatever it is The Lord asks of me."

Before you even finished speaking, he had already turned around and instructed you to follow him.

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Not before long, you found yourself in his private quarters. Just as you were about to question why, he called out to you, and you answered. Sanji was sat at the edge of his bed, looking up at you with a gentle smile adorning his face.

"Kneel, child."

You sank back to your knees, reaching out with your hands and hesitantly placing them atop his own, all while looking at him. He extended his hand to you and gently cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

Breath caught in your throat, you dared not utter a word, lest all kinds of sinful thoughts escape through, in-between your teeth.

"Do you know what you must do?" You could feel his thumb brush across your plush lips and pull the bottom one down.

"Yes, Father."

Sanji felt your hands drag up his thighs and settle on the zipper of his pants. He held back a groan at the feeling of your hands on him, inhaling sharply once you pulled his cock out and sat up on your knees to press a featherlight kiss to the tip.

You licked your lips and pressed one more kiss to it before wrapping them around the head, sucking lightly. He let out a gasp and shut his eyes, basking in the way your perfect lips wrapped so well around the head of his dick. Sanji felt you pull away and opened his eyes only to see you spit on his cock and wrap a hand around to stroke him. Your palm so soft and gentle, your pace slow and sensual, easing him into the feeling of your skin pressed to his. He was trying so hard not to let out soft moans of pleasure as you touched him, your skin igniting a spark in him that ate away at his soul deliciously so.

He could feel sin seep through his skin and into his heart, pulling him away from all that he deemed right, enticing him to beg for more. But he couldn't allow it, couldn't allow to lose himself to such carnal desires.

His resolve, however, faltered the second you took him into your mouth again. Enveloping his cock in its warmth and continuing to stroke whatever you failed to fit with your hand. Sanji let out a whine, and pressed his palm to the back of your head, keeping you in place. You had long since closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of him filling up your mouth, making you imagine what it would feel like for him to bury himself deep inside you and claim you as his.

Oh, you've dreamed of him for so long. You knew it was wrong to want a man of God, selfish, to wish he'd devote himself to you instead. You'd stay awake at night, desperately pumping your fingers to feel even the slightest relief, but your body knew what it wanted. And it wanted it badly.

Whatever you did, you couldn't satisfy your hunger for the man, and tonight, after hopelessly trying to chaise you high for hours and failing miserably, you decided enough was enough. You had to have him.

Snapping back into the present, you moved your tongue against him, hearing him let out yet another sinful cry, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing. Sanji tugged on your hair, and a moan escaped your throat, making him mewl in ecstasy.

He could feel a knot begin to form, like a balloon ready to burst, so he pushed you away, panting.

You looked up at him, confused. Had he not enjoyed himself? Did he perhaps change his mind? Maybe he finally realised how wretched you were.

"Come, sit." You wasted no time in hastily removing your bottoms and straddling his lap. Sanji placed both his hands on your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and collarbone. A sigh left his lips when he felt your fingers swiftly undoing his ponytail and running your fingers through his long, golden locks of hair.

You aligned yourself up with his cock and sank, taking him in inch by delicious inch, filling yourself. Once you finally fit him all inside, a breath of relief left you.

He was still pressed closely to your chest, holding you tightly and squeezing your hips as if you'd disappear should he let go. And his grip became tighter once you started moving. Sanji felt like he'd lose his mind by how tight, wet and warm your walls were, pulsating and squeezing around him and greedily sucking him in.

"Father...please." Your voice was so weak as if the wind was knocked out of you, leaving you gasping and craving for more. He groaned and tried to meet your hips with his, thrusting up into your cunt in chase of the pleasure engulfing him whole.

"Fuck, you feel so good my sweet." He was quickly losing himself in you. Breathing in your scent and feeling it fill up his lungs, it was almost as if his mind was spiralling into insanity.

"Call me by my name...Let me hear you say it." You could barely register what he was asking of you, too drunk on the feeling of the man you've been craving for so long finally giving you what you've been wanting.

"Sanji, please don't stop." A shameless whine interrupted you. You couldn't form coherent thoughts anymore. All you could think about was him and how good he was making you feel.

He just kissed your forehead and began fucking into you harder, hitting that special spot deep inside you every time. He knew you were close by the way you tightened so much around him, it was evident.

"I know darling, 'm close too. Fuck- Been dreaming about this pussy for months. Been dreaming of filling it up to the brim with my cum. Is that what you want love? For me to paint your insides white?"

All you could do was throw your head back and moan like an animal in heat, desperately moving your hips to chase that high.

"Use your words, sweetness. Tell me you want it." He didn't falter in his movements, keeping up the brutal pace and abusing your cunt, set on hearing you.

You locked your eyes with his, barely able to keep them open. "Want your cum Sanji, please give it to me. Want you to fill me up." He groaned, hearing you barely get out the words, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

"Since you asked so nicely, you better take it all." You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tipped over the edge, his words alone making you lose your mind. You moaned out his name again and again, like a prayer and he felt that knot finally snap.

With a final thrust of his hips, Sanji came, spilling deep inside you, painting your walls white. You felt your insides warm up as you milked him of every last drop until he was spent.

With both of you panting, he gripped your face with one hand to make you face him again and asked. "What do you say now?"

"Thank you, Father."

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nanqmies · 1 year

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Priest!Baizhu | Drabble+ Hc

tw: lowkey manipulative baizhu?? creampie, masturbation, semi-public sex, very religious themes, m!reader, dubcon?? idk, if i forgot anythin please inform me!!

wc: 0.7k

a/n: i do apologize for not postin that much!! i have a lot going on 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 , writers block is kickin my ass.. i do have fics in the works!! m tryna to make everything more pleasin to the eye, i will try to make a masterlist soon ^^ please enjoy my work.♡

nsfw under the cut~

Priest!Baizhu; who kindly welcomed you to the church with open arms, always inviting you to his sermons to listen to him preach the words of archon. Seeming so kind, a humble smile always on his face while preaching at the stand, welcoming others into the church. Soft voice filling the room as he spoke, sending heat down to the deepest parts of you.. Utterly mesmerizing, the way his soft eyes scanned over the room, pushing up his glasses when the slide down the slope of his nose. His eyes ended up being on you at the end of the day.

Priest!Baizhu; who listens to every single time you avow your deep urges, whispering in shame of the sinful thoughts that constantly flooded your mind when you thought of him. How shameful you are, giving into the hands of sin,, you never notice how his eyes darken as he listens, Priest baizhu is a mysterious man they say..

Priest!Baizhu; who can’t help but laugh at how cute you are, trusting him with all the little things you’ve told him behind the confessional walls. How much you yearned for a certain mans touch against your untouched skin, to ruin the only true form of purity you had.

Priest!Baizhu; who pops a boner whenever you sob and beg archons to forgive you and your misbehaviors. Maybe he should feel bad,, clearly your faith was a big part of living, but god the tears flowing down the apples of your cheeks make him want to ruin you. Wiping your tears with his thumbs, whispering prayers whilst rubbing your back softly,, telling you everything will be okay when he’s there. That he’ll gracefully listen to any of the problems you may have,, hushing your hiccuping sobs. he hopes you don’t notice the tent in his pants

Priest!Baizhu; who ends up touching himself after speaking to you, lightly rubbing his glands with his fingertips, smearing thick beads of pre over his length. Baizhu obviously knows how perverted he is, thinking of ruining you, rutting his hips against his clasped palm. Sticky white covering his thin fingers, he sighs and takes off his glasses. A light layer of sweat over his forehead, you’ve clouded his mind for weeks.

Priest!Baizhu; who (sometimes) when he’s feeling risky will tread his hands down his pants while listening to your voice in the confessional, shallowly stroking his shaft trying to keep in his breathy groans. Nearly coming in his pants when your voice is laced with shame. A small part of him wishes you’d hear him, hear him pleasing himself at the sound of your soft voice.

Priest!Baizhu; who always tells you that ‘Theres nothing wrong with such urges ’ whispering in your ears, his hands brushing against your thighs gently pushing them apart.. just enough for your eyes to meet his, a smile painted against his pretty pink lips

was his smile always this unsettling?

Priest!Baizhu; who ends up fucking you in the the confessional booth, ripping off your modest attire, defiling you in public, shushing you when you get too loud reciting the words from the holy book in his hand. Ripping away the only form of purity you had, taking your virginity as retribution for your sins. Baizhu’s thumbs pressed harder into your hips, he can barely keep in the groans that bless his lips. Committing such sacrilege in the house of the lord above, turned him on in such a way.

‘It’s the only way you’ll be forgiven’

Priest!Baizhu; who comforts you when his cocks aggressively enter and leave your sex, shushing your tears and promising that you’ll be reborn pure after he blows his load into you. His words singing false promises into your ears, its oddly comforting.. the feeling of being so full in his warm embrace,,

Priest!Baizhu; who thinks about making you worship him instead, shouldn’t you be begging him to save you? Maybe he hasn’t fucked the greedful lust out of your system yet.. Every session ends up with you bent over while Baizhu has his way with you, pleading of archon to pardon your transgressions of their word.

‘Oh my love.. you’ll earn your forgiveness soon my dear..’ he kisses the corner of your lips gently.

‘Just keep being a good boy for me..’

Priest!Baizhu; who fills you full with his seed, telling you that the ones above forgive you for your sins,, petting your hair and pressing you against his chest.

Priest!baizhu; who can’t wait for next Sunday to come to redo it all again..

please do not translate, steal or repost my work.

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hadesrise · 1 year

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𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. you are committed to the lord, but that doesn’t stop you from worshipping miguel.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x priest!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!miguel, sacrilege, unprotected sex, possessiveness, choking, praise kink, dacryphilia, sex in a holy place, slight degradation, miguel calls reader “father” the entire time, priest smoking a cigarette, riding, pet names, spitting (just once), shotgunning, masturbation with audience (reader watching), unhealthy romance, false belief, reader might be a little morally grey

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. slutty outfit of miggy <3 this could possibly be a dark content because of the obsessive love (i may or may not have written reader as yandere). again, please correct my spanish if it’s incorrect and i’ll edit it immediately.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

You’ve devoted your entire life to the Lord. Made a vow, an oath to keep your soul pure for him as you lead a sacred ceremony everyday. You’ve cleansed your spirit to fit the holy standards necessary to be a priest and your dedication to the church earned you respect and love from the people. You were holy, not an ounce of filth littering your heart or soul, having long repented your sins.

The people whispered joyously amongst each other how good you were. How kind, generous, loving, forgiving and accepting. Your warm presence provides comfort to everyone who visit the church, washing away their worry and doubt and sins. You were perfect, they talk among themselves. There’s no way a priest like you could do anything wrong — you’re the people’s hope, their light, the one who reminds them of their purpose. They would never think such thing, you have an utmost respect for the Lord! You’re nothing but a great person.

Miguel hears them say, all the time. But they don’t know.

They don’t know the way you look at him, the way you devour him with your gaze whenever he wears something too fit for his large toned body. How you always mutter “Oh forgive me, Lord” under your breath everytime you take in the outline of his pecks on his clothes, how your eyes darken and pupils dilate when looking at his slutty slim waist, how you stifle a groan when he accidentally enclose your fingers in his mouth while accepting hostia. They don’t know the filthiness of your mind and the temptation you were trying so hard to fight. However, Miguel knows. Of course, he knows, how could he not when you’re staring at him with that predatory look in your eyes, like you would bend him over and pound him right there in front of the altars? And oh, how filthy and fucked-up it was that he gets hard by the thought.

But it’s inevitable, Miguel convinces himself. You’re known for having absolutely no desire for anything at all — so to find out you’re yearning for him? It feels good. Feels so fucking good, because he’s the only one who made you feel that way. He liked the attention, even if it was subtle and nearly nonexistent. You only ever paid proper attention to him in ceremonies or in the confessional, but those lingering lustful gazes you give him when you thought he wasn’t looking made Miguel’s hole clench around nothing.

Miguel doesn’t know what he was thinking when he wore such a slutty outfit underneath his coat to a church, where you usually walked around after a ceremony to check for forgotten belongings or just admire the artwork littered around the ceiling. Maybe, to make you give in to your desires. To find out if you would break your vow for him. He feels filthy to be so desperate for a priest, it’s unforgivable for fuck’s sake, and yet he can’t stop. The unbearable desire was stronger.

He knows your schedule like the back of his hands, what you do at night after the ceremonies are over for the day. You were a divine man as viewed by the public, but Miguel knew your perfect façade peels off the moment those church doors close shut; he was met with a satisfying triumph when his point was proven after entering the sacred place, his eyes falling on your figure sitting on the pew chairs right near the entrance with a cigarette between your fingers. Arm resting on top of the backrest, head tilted back to slowly blow out a particularly large smoke. Miguel feels his clothes get tight around him at the sight. It’s arousing to see the usually collected and well-mannered priest be so loose and careless.

You watch him in the corner of your eye as he sits beside you and mumbles a small greeting. You don’t respond, however, and Miguel wonders why until he sees your eyes trail all over his body very slowly with that lustful look that makes him shiver, a tad bit of annoyance shining within your irises. It didn’t look like you were annoyed with his presence at a time so late like this, but rather with the coat he was wearing that nearly covered his entire body. You bring the cigarette to your lips, inhaling another smoke. “What brings you here, Mr. O’Hara?” The smoke coming out as you speak.

Miguel’s breath hitched; fuck, that’s hot.

He’s unable to meet your gaze when he could feel it piercing through him, the arousal pooling on his stomach and crotch. “I- uh... I missed your ceremony this morning.”

You hum mindlessly, like you didn’t really care despite asking first about it. “So did you think showing up would make up for it?” The question comes off rude and informal, but unlike usual, you don’t pay mind. It honestly doesn’t matter if he missed the ceremonies, the faith wouldn’t thin just because he was unable to attend, but you knew he was coming for other reasons. You have no plans to fulfill your desire despite the fact it’s already devouring you everytime you lay eyes on the man — admitting to yourself that you were crazy over Miguel while not turning yourself away completely from the sacred vows.

It’s a game of who gives in first and seduces the other. The church being the only witness to your silent agreement with one another.

“Yes...” Miguel whispers before he finally meets your eyes with reluctant determination, “Yes, I did think showing up would make up for it. Especially while wearing something like this.” He slowly unbuttons his coat and let it fall over his shoulders, your dark eyes widening at the sleeveless top that hugged his torso perfectly and showed outlines of his pecks and abs. Your pants tighten as your dick gets hard in an instant. Miguel suddenly gets shy under the strong burning stare you were giving him and almost rewears his coat with redness decorating his cheeks, which you quickly stopped by gripping his wrist and slamming him back against the backrest.

Miguel’s breath catches in his throat when he processed you had stood upfront to tower over him, one knee on the seat in between his legs. “Finish what you started, O’Hara.” The low and sultry tone in your voice made him shiver in excitement and thrill, surprisingly listening to your wish and letting the coat slip off. You groaned when you caught sight of his muscular arms being hugged by the long gloves that stopped right before his armpits.

Oh dear God, he looked thoroughly fuckable, like he was begging to be ruined here right in front of the Lord’s altar.

“Fuck...” You sigh heavily, breath hot. Miguel reacts almost immediately at the sound as his body grew tense for a split second before relaxing when your hands gently wrapped around his wrists, cigarette thrown on the polished floor. You trace the fabric up his arms, then ghosted your touch over his exposed skin, the atmosphere growing hot while goosebumps appear. Miguel feels overwhelmed under your hungry gaze, thighs squeezed together, feeling his hole clench around nothing. Your hands slide up his shoulders and one stayed there, rubbing circles, as the other moves up almost teasingly slow to his neck. His breath hitches at the contact, a low moan escaping when your fingers enclosed around his throat.

He was surprisingly putty in your hands, not pushing you off or avoiding your touches. Perhaps, it’s because he knows you will go back to restraining yourself if he stops you, could even discourage you to do anything anymore — your faith has always been impressive as it allowed you to keep the lustful and sinful thoughts at bay. However, the faith never once stopped you from breaking the vow on different occasions, like smoking, drinking, or even flirting with faithful worshippers. He can’t miss the opportunity to have you all over him.

A gentle squeeze to his throat causes his mouth to fall open slightly, cloudy eyes meeting your strong ones that burned in desire. “Open, my dear. Let me.” Miguel does as he’s told, opening his mouth. Pleased with the lack of resistance, you shift your hand to hold his chin instead and gathered enough saliva in your mouth before spitting in his, watching as he squirmed slightly, the filthiness of your action going straight to his needy cock. You smirk when he swallows your spit almost greedily.

Miguel gasped when your knee starts rubbing his dick through his pants, falling forward and clinging onto your leg as his body twitch in pleasure. You click your tongue disapprovingly and slip your fingers through his hair before yanking it, a groan erupting from the man at the roughness. “You come to a church dressed and act like a filthy slut, always tempting me to fuck you in front of God’s temple. You’ve been hoping, haven’t you? For me to fuck the ever living shit out of this cunt?” You rubbed harder, your words making Miguel choke out a moan.

“Y-yes, father,” He gasps between grunts and moans. “I’ve been so desperate. Forgive me, father, please.”

Sweet Mother of God.

How this man manage to make you breathless even while being submissive is quite outstanding. You devoted your whole life to the Lord, thoroughly committed and faithful despite breaking few of your vows in privacy — the only vow haven’t being broken is having sex which is considered a filthy sin in priesthood, although you have technically broken it due to the amount of times you’ve fucked Miguel dumb in the depths of your imagination. It is unforgivable for a priest to be like this, will even be banished from the city if caught, reputation forever tarnished and have no choice but to live in shame.

But Jesus Christ, Miguel was such an irresistible temptation. Like the devil that whispered in Eve’s ear to take the holy apple in the Garden of Eden, he tempted you with that whore-ish body of his that practically begs to be bent over and wrecked. Your vows shattered to the ground and holiness replaced by despicable lust. The thread of self-control being sliced open as the scale of good and evil heavily swung in your head.

You were not good despite what people think. Often indulging yourself in the fantasy to possess Miguel and make him yours, your soul was as corrupted as the soul of sinners even with the faith to God still existing. The reputation as a good priest never settled comfortably within, sometimes would even make you roll your eyes at it while slowly killing your lungs with the cancer stick, hidden behind the thick doors of the sacred temple. You had no resistance to the sinful desires; as twisted as it sounds, you’ve embraced them with open arms and accepted them to just be human nature.

The punishment will be severe if caught, but our dearest Father, it wouldn’t hurt to receive your reward for being such a devoted priest, right?

You glance at the altar where you usually stood to hold sacred ceremonies, the long table and your chair catching your eyes as an idea formed. A sadistic grin spreading across your lips, Miguel yelps when you suddenly hoist him up from the pew chairs and wraps his legs around your torso, heart fluttering at the way you didn’t even struggle to lift him up despite his large size. The showcase of your sheer strength made him nearly whimper as he buried his face on your shoulder, not noticing how you were walking towards where the presence of God is most apparent.

He feels himself being sat on a hard wood and pulls away, freezing up when the sight of the biggest crucifix meet his vision. You sat down on the chair like a throne in between his spread legs, smiling devilishly at the look of horror on his face as you bring up another cigarette to your lips. “What’s the matter, sweet thing? You don’t look so thrilled,” Your teasing tone nearly mocking.

“F-father, I can’t—” His cheeks heat up as shame suddenly settled on his expression, knowing he was here in front of your God drenched in lust and impossibly filthy, his legs threatening to close and rub together at the thought of getting fucked here.

“You can and you will,” You cut him off and exhale a smoke. “You’ve been screaming my name in the comforts of your sheets and praying to him for me to break you, Miguel, and I’m finally giving you what you want.” Oh, Miguel felt himself weaken at the cruel look on your face. “Why don’t you show our Lord some gratitude and fuck yourself here?”

He knew he couldn’t resist. Not when you’re being good to him, willing to answer his prayers from the sleepless nights. With a shaky breath, Miguel unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, face red from embarrassment as he slips it off, leaking cock bouncing on his abdomen. Your eyes pierce into his soul, he feels so fucking dirty like this, presenting himself so willingly to you.

“Spread your legs more,” You nudged his leg with your foot, “Can’t see your pretty cunt properly from here, sweetheart.”

Miguel whines quietly and oh, what a holy sound it was. It almost makes you have mercy on him and spare him another embarrassment. Almost.

He bit his lip and shut his eyes close, bending his knees and raising his spread legs to the table until the heels of his feet touches the surface. You lick your lips at the bare sight of his quivering hole, dick twitching in your pants. Miguel slowly opens his eyes and sees you breathe heavily while palming your still clothed cock, smoke leaving your lips from the cigarette. For a moment, Miguel imagines what it would feel like to be shotgunned by you before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking lusciously on them as he stares at you, making you groan. He didn’t bother taking off the long gloves seeing its effect on you.

Not wanting to waste more time, Miguel reached down and shoved a wet finger in his hole without hesitation, moaning loudly. He adds another and starts fastening his pace, curling and scissoring himself to stretch his tight wet walls as he whimpers at the pleasure. It feels so filthy masturbating in front of you and the sacred altar, but the thrill only added to his arousal and excitement; your gaze not moving from him encourages him to fuck himself harder.

Fuck, Miguel looks so pretty like this. Previous shame and embarrassment long gone from his face as all he could focus on was making himself feel good, the filthy act serving as display of sins yet you perceived it differently — what Miguel’s doing was an act of devotion, to submit to your will in front of God while making himself the sacred offering. He looks divine being lost in pleasure, his moans like angels singing harmonies from Heaven. You can’t help but breathe deeply and mutter gratitude to the Lord for blessing you with Miguel as you finally peel off your pants and free your aching cock to spring up.

Miguel mewls at the sight, fingers growing fast yet not enough to perfectly stimulate his prostate. Tears pricked his eyes as he whines, “I—I can’t— father, por favor,” You groan at the pleas that fell from his lips. “I’m— please, I can’t do it, I can’t— Want you. Want you so bad.” The thrust of his hand growing sloppy as he gets tired. It wasn’t enough, he wanted bigger. More thick and long, something very warm that could fill his guts entirely and make him feel full.

A curse leaves your lips and Miguel chokes out a moan when you shoved two fingers into his stretched out hole without warning with his fingers still inside. “¡Mierda—!” Gasping at the sting of being stretched open, Miguel grabbed onto your shoulder and moaned as your fingers thrusted into him, forcing his to do the same. The pleasure makes his mouth fall open and eyes shed tears.

“You’re fuckin’ addicting, Miguel.” You say darkly, biting on his throat through the fabric of his turtle neck sleeveless top. He whimpers and tilts his head back slightly to give you more access. A slut correctly dressed in slutty outfit. “You know I’m not a good person right, sweet thing?” You whispered. An underlying mystery in your tone, your head swallowed by horrible thoughts you wish to contain by devoting your life to the holy. “Everytime I see you, I want to just fuckin’ break you and make you mine. Corrupt your soul into the shape of my own. Make you yearn for me, desire me ‘til you can’t live without me.”

Miguel lendered speechless at your display of possessiveness. It was anything but holy. Anything but forgivable. Sin created by the darkness that lurks in your soul; lust, greed, gluttony. You desired him, wanted more of him, and could never get enough of him, the sacred vows powerless against your evil. He should be scared, frightened that those aren’t enough to sustain you, but he really wasn’t. If anything, he felt even more aroused as his hole squeezes down on both of your fingers.

“Then, make me. I want you, all of you. I need you, father, please.” Miguel whines and his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, pulling you in a desperate kiss. You groaned into his mouth, rubbing harshly against his prostate which releases a muffled cry from him, before pulling your fingers out together with his.

You licked his slick from your fingers and moaned at the taste, keeping eye contact with him. Miguel hides his heated face by the back of his hand. “Aw, don’t go shying on me now, sweet thing. You tempted me, remember?” Faking a pout, you caress his bare thighs and knead the thick and soft flesh that prompts Miguel to slowly lay back down on the table. He feels exposed with wearing nothing but the slutty top that he unregrettably decided to put on today, right in front of you. It made his heart jackhammer against his chest. How you’re completely losing yourself at the sight of him in absolute lust, pupils blown wide.

Standing up from the chair, you push it behind with your foot while inhaling a smoke from the cigarette and align your cock to the entrance of his twitching hole, Miguel’s breath hitching at the contact. “Bésame, por favor...”

You hummed in response and held the smoke in your lungs, leaning in to capture his lips before blowing the smoke into his mouth. Miguel instantly moans, greedily accepting, his legs wrapping around your torso to bring you close. You chuckled into the kiss before slipping yourself inside of him, a stuttered gasp leaving Miguel as your sheer size and length forcibly stretched him open with a delicious sting of pain.

“Father— fuck! B-big, big,” He whimpers.

You shush him, “You can take it, my dear. You’re a good boy.”

You had to grit your teeth to contain yourself from just using him like a sex toy as an egotistical feeling built within you, the monster of your dark desire finally being fed at last. Still, it kept writhing in your guts, swirling around and yearning for more of Miguel. Can’t get enough of him, like an addicting drug that keeps you coming back for more, a living sinful temptation that you don’t refuse. Miguel awakens your demons that you’ve put to sleep by kneeling on the chapel and reciting prayers.

Miguel could see you were struggling hard, even though your nonchalant façade tried to hide it. Darkness screaming to be let out and be your true self, which was being held back by the greatness in you that was afraid of hurting him. However, as much as he loved the softness in your touch, he wasn’t a glass easily broken. He wanted everything of you as much as you did, even if he gets hurt, he doesn’t care. Just like those darkness slips through once in a while, he wants it to be fully out.

“Father, it’s okay,” Miguel whispered and you sharply inhaled a breath when he hooks a hand under his thigh to bend it, knee almost touching his shoulder. He looks at you through lidded eyes as his other hand reached down to spread his hole that clenches around your cock. It nearly makes your head spin with arousal. “I can handle it. I won’t break easily, you can be as rough with me as you want. I’ll be good for you, father. Just please, fuck me, use me.”

You shut your eyes closed and sighed deeply.

Oh, Sweet God, forgive me.

Miguel doesn’t realize he sliced through your self-restraint cleanly as you suddenly pull your cock all the way out, leaving just the tip in. “Wait, what are—” You cut him off with a harsh and rough slam of your hips. Miguel’s mouth falls open in a scream, eyes wide and head thrown back, practically feeling your fat cock in the back of his throat from how deep it buried in his guts.

“You’re— fuck! You’re going to be the death of me, Miguel.” You chuckled, already pulling your cock out to set a merciless and rough pace to fuck him. Miguel chokes out a moan, his hand flying up to grasp the edge of the table. “A whore so willing to take everything of me. Gotta spoil you rotten with my cock, eh?” Stabilizing the cigarette between your fingers, you pushed both of his legs to his chest and slammed your hips down, making Miguel’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Thank you, thank you— auuughh!!” Miguel moans loudly, his other hand slamming against the table.

You lick your lips with a dangerous glint in your eyes, “You’ll accept everything of me, won’t you? Even my flaw, even my evil?”

Miguel could barely talk with your cock absolutely ruining his cunt, tears staining his cheeks and drool dripping from his lips, but he tries his best. “Y-yes, fuck! I’ll do— I’ll do anything— ohhh!"

You laughed almost maniacally in happiness, one of your hands moving up to wrap around his throat. Miguel whines desperately and latches his hand on your wrist, spilling babbles of begs as you keep pounding him against the table. His tits bounce in rhythm with your rough thrusts, encaged in those tight sleeveless top, and you lean down to bite down on the covered skin. Miguel’s body writhes underneath you, crying out.

“God shall forgive me for yearning you this much,” You muttered, licking his hard nipple through the fabric while squeezing his arteries.

Miguel’s eyes catches the crucifix before rolling back into his skull, uncontrollable moans escaping.

This wasn’t right, but it felt so good to be wrong. Being fucked by a priest, fucked by you. The filthy sin burning his skin and molding with your equally filthy soul. His mind growing dizzy from the pleasure and the euphoric sense of committing an unforgivable sin with you.

His hole squeezing you down made you groan, pace slowing down as you released his throat. Miguel coughs slightly, choking on his own whimpers. You continue to abuse his prostate with less roughness now, gripping his hips with one hand hard enough to leave a handprint as you bring the other to inhale a smoke again. You blow the smoke into his mouth, Miguel eagerly accepting as he pulls you in a desperate kiss. He had no shame, really. Being your perfect slut in the Lord’s place, in front of the Lord’s altar.

Pulling away, you admire the way he looked. Disheveled hair, eyes glossed in tears with pleasured expression on his face, brows scrunched up together, lips red and swollen. His cock leaked precum on his abdomen, staining the slutty black top. He’s the Heaven you’ve longed to see. A sight to behold.

“So beautiful... So divine,” You whispered, your thrust slow and sensual but sharp. Miguel mewls at the praise. “I should’ve devoured you faster if I knew you’re such a good bitch f’me. Would’ve asked for God’s permission to break you sooner. He would’ve allowed me to.” Your hands gently massage his breasts, making him sigh softly, before it travels down to trace his torso. He’s so mesmerizing; a blessing crafted by the divine beings above.

“Mhm,” Miguel moaned softly as he reached for your face. “You’ve been so loyal and patient, father... Maybe he’s rewarding you for it.” His luscious words tempting and seductive, he licks and nips at your neck.

Releasing a quiet moan, you hummed and wrapped your hand around his throat again as he whimpered, completely accepting. “Then, shall I do as I please with my reward?” Snapping your hips against his, Miguel lets out a gasp at your cock poking his prostate.

He bites his lip, nodding vigorously. “Sí, sí... Es todo para ti.”

You slam his body back down on the table with a groan, Miguel’s hands wrapping around your back and scratching at the skin through your clothes as you pick up your pace, the roughness intended to break him returning. You didn’t care even if he ripped your clothes, the church provides them anyway. Your ears swallowing every heavenly sounds that uncontrollably escaped Miguel’s mouth, your eyes never once trailed away from how divine yet sinful he looked, the sight carved deeply into your memories to never be forgotten.

Thank God for Miguel O’Hara, a man so willing to become the meal just so he could quench your thirst and feed your hunger.

So forgiving, so generous, so kind, despite the fact you were nothing but evil disguised in holy figure.

He’s the answer sent by God to your desperate prayers to keep your sinful demons at bay; he’s here for a purpose, so your desire will be fed and your filthy soul will be baptized to become holy again. The Lord wasn’t abandoning you, no. He was giving you solution to not taint your soul furthermore. Yearning for Miguel was not a sin nor wrong — it was how it’s supposed to be.

It is all the Lord’s plan. Otherwise, how could anyone explain this, right?

“Haah, fuck,” You can’t help but curse as you drill into him, no longer holding yourself back. His hole’s too fucking good. “You’re fucking made for this, Miguel, holy shit. Your guts are practically the shape of my dick,” You laugh breathlessly and press his tummy where your cock reaches, Miguel choking out a sob at the stimulation of being sandwiched from outside and inside. He could feel it even clearer, how you mercilessly thrust in and out.

“A-agh! Es— espera, para—” He was cut off by his own scream when you forced yourself even deeper, stars sparking in his vision and back arching as his body quivered violently, white seed staining his top. And yet, you didn’t stop even after he came, relentless pace continuous as if you don’t care about overstimulating him. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks at your sweet cruelty of assault in his tight cunt, mindless choked up moans and incoherent sentences spilling from his lips.

The corner of your lips twitched in devilish grin witnessing the way his mind breaks and turns into nothing but a dumb mess underneath you. “Lo siento, mi alma. pero es tan agradable romperte.” You licked a stripe of tears on his cheek, hearing the way he whined and moaned. Fuck, his helpless sounds of pleasure never fails to drive you crazy.

“Sí, sí, sí— n-no pares, por favor,” The intense pleasure making his legs shake and his mind delirious, Miguel arches his back to meet your hard thrusts. Dear God, you fuck him so good his head spins. Those women who drools over you as you lead the ceremony will never be able to experience how rough and fuckin’ amazing you fuck, he’ll make sure of it.

Miguel sobs from overstimulation when you harshly bit on his nipple, holding onto you for dear life to ground himself and shake away the threat of falling unconscious from the sheer pleasure you give him oh so generously. Sparks never leaves his vision, which should be concerning if it wasn’t for his will to welcome anything you give with open arms. He brought this upon himself anyway, it will be a shame if he doesn’t enjoy every moment of it.

“Feels fucking good, sweetheart, doesn’t it?” You asked rhetorically and grasp his sensitive cock in your hand, making him cry out and weakly attempt to push it off, the pleasure becoming too much it hurts. “Take it, Miguel. Take it like the slut that you are for me.”

“N-no puedo, no puedo, padre, por favor—”

“Yes, you can, sweet thing.” You chuckled softly, pumping his cock in a slow manner. He couldn’t do anything but cry and whimper as you push him over and over to the edge, forcing out another orgasm. “Cum f’me, you’re my good boy, you can handle it.” Miguel throws his head back as his toes curl and his cock shoots out ropes of cum again, eyes rolling into his skull and soundless scream escaping his throat.

You grunt at his tightness, giving him mercy and slowing down your thrusts but not stopping. “Good boy, Miguel.” Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, Miguel keens when your hips starts picking up pace a little faster.

Shutting his eyes close, he shakes his head vigorously. “No— No puedo, no puedo m-más— Es- es demasiado—”

You shush him and wipe his tears with your thumb, “I know, I know. Just a little bit more, sweetheart, I promise.” The soft words distracting Miguel enough for him to open his hazy eyes slowly, before you pulled your hips back and rammed into him in one swift motion. You shivered in sadistic thrill at the sound of Miguel’s erotic scream and railed him like a dog in heat, overstimulating him further as he became a babbling dumb bitch who has no choice but to take your ruthlessness.

It would be wiser to cover his mouth because of how carelessly loud his moans and screams were, but you were too focused in chasing your climax and driving him delirious that it didn’t matter anymore.

Soon enough, your cock throbbed inside him and had mercy on the poor perfectly used man as Miguel let out a broken moan, throat already hoarse. “Fuck, pray to me. Won’t you, you sweet thing?” You groan, thrusts getting sloppy due to the knot coiling in your stomach.

“Please—” He chokes out, “C-cum, cum in me, por favor, padre.”

String of curses leaving your lips, you finally met your climax as your cock shoots out sperm and paint his guts in white, the warm feeling making Miguel moan lewdly and cum right after you, rather weakly. His body spasms and quivers non-stop, too overstimulated, unable to calm down from the mind shattering multiple orgasms.

You sigh and slowly grind your hips, just to ride out the peak. Pulling down his turtle neck to kiss the skin properly, you looked at the large crucifix in the corner of your eye.

Forgive me, Lord—

Your plea for forgiveness fall into deaf ears as you seal Miguel’s lips who tried kissing back, but ultimately fell into a deep slumber due to exhaution.

—For I am about to break your blessing’s spirit.

You’re a man of your word. You meant it when you said you didn’t want to hurt him, but Miguel insisted. It isn’t your fault your demons are free now.

And it certainly wouldn’t be your fault that he wouldn’t get to see a daylight anymore.

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zaurae · 5 months

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𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇

𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦

The first step to achieving a new goal; identity; a lifestyle is to overcome laziness. I am myself was and sometimes have my lazy moments; however, to really make a change and accomplish the goals you desire first starts with changing your current lifestyle to the one you want; the person you want to become; and to work hard for the goals you want.

Of course, with that being said, do not change your whole lifestyle in one day. That is overwhelming and impossible, you will just go back to your old ways and become worse. Others say to have a new goal each day; however, for a more stable and consistent change, have a new goal every month. For instance, this month you will focus on balancing your meals; and then the next month is to be consistent through your sunnah namaz.

Each time you make these monthly goals, it shifts your one percent better than before. And as always be kind to yourself if you ever fall back or feel like giving up. Change can be difficult and that is why it is also important to go at your own paste even if that monthly goal turns to a year. Try your best and have faith in yourself!

Inshallah these steps help you!

𝑭𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉

When you begin to prioritize Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala I swear your life changes. You begin to have inner peace, confidence, a burst of imaan and happiness. No matter who you are, no matter what your past is, dont ever let it stop you from becoming closer to Allah the Almighty.

We all have a past, guilt, a deed we committed that we are not proud of. But let me tell you something, Allah forgives every sin, Allah loves those who repent and try to change, Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala forgive those even if they sinned their whole lives, and Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala loves us no matter what.

So, who are you to say you are not worthy of forgiveness? I heard doubting your lord's mercy is a sin itself. That just shows how much our lord loves us, how merciful Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala is.

I sometimes do have that feeling of me not being able to be forgiven but please remind yourself how much of a merciful lord we have that even if we repent just now, we are forgiven.

The most important steps to focus on Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala and be better is to do the following:

Be consistent and on time with your five daily prayers (Fajr, Dhuhr, Asr, Mahrib, and Isha)

I know Fajr is hard for others or any of the prayers; However, try your best and pray to Allah to make it easier for you, to be consistent, to be engaged in prayer and to connect with it too, Start by setting up an alarm for each of the five prayers, strengthen your imaan by looking up the benefits of the five daily prayers; perform wudhu 10-15 minutes before (I tried this and it definitely made it easier for me to be on time and to be more engaged in namaz).

Perform Dhikr (Whether you have tesbih or the tesbih counter, always repeat Allahs most loved words like Subhanallah; Alhamdulilah, Allahu Akbar; La illaha Ilalah; Agstafurillah, and the 99 names. Even when you are working or at school--no matter where you are repeat these words as they are light on the tongue but heavy on the scale.)

Read the Quran (Sometimes life gets in the way, and we become very busy and that is why I recommend downloading a Quran app so no matter if you're at school or not you can read an ayat or two which is still heavy on the scale. And also learning how to read the Quran. No matter what level you are on learning how to recite the Quran, try your best and know that you can do it!)

Perform goodness (Try your best to give up those bad habits, those bad deeds and replace them with good ones. No matter how big or small those good deeds are, always be consistent with them.)

Make dua (For everything I listed, always make dua to make it easier for you, to ask for the things you want and need, and of course before you even ask for anything always repent and ask for forgiveness, as your lord is the most forgiving)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕

Mindset is everything! Shift your mindset to a positive one! stop thinking that you deserve every bad event. Stop thinking that bad incident was the end of it all; or how that rejection you got is the end to your happiness.

There is something I stand by and believe, and that is whatever did not work out for you is an opportunity for something better to happen.

Regardless of what is happening in your life right now, just know it is a test, a test that Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala is making you go through because why? Allah subhanahu wa ta'alaloves those he tests and is going to grant something way better. What you need to do is for you to believe something better will happen and to never give up.

Along with changing your mindset--change your mind set about yourself as in stop thinking your this and that, that your "ugly" or "weak". First of all, your beautiful and beauty should not define your inner beauty. Change the way you view yourself, just like affirmations think and believe you are beautiful, your amazing, successful, smart, and going to achieve your goals.

When you start to think of yourself as the person you want to become--you start to become that ideal identity. As you think about how beautiful you are, your face becomes more brighter, or how you began to think on how smart you are, you begin to work harder. Believe it or not but mindset is number one in taking action for change so please think good about yourself and life and shift those bad events to better opportunities.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓

Character is very important! By changing and improving your character, it overall changes your how you act and think. Character in islam is especially talked about. Following how our Prophet Muhammed sallallahu alaihi wasallam used to speak and his mannerism is an excellent example we should all follow.

Speak softly and to not speak unnecessary words (gossiping, lying, swearing)

Appear approachable (Have a positive demeanor and stop glaring at others!)

Have manners (Fix your posture, know your limits, and be polite)

Smile (Its sunnah!)

Know your limits (As mentioned before, being polite and to smile often; however, there are some people who take kindness the wrong way so make sure to be kind but you don't always have to be that cheerful bear. Make sure you are comfortable and know when to say no.)

𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚

Education is soooo important!

I know some people hate school and listen I hated school too but! School is so important--education is. Jobs now days only look at your education history and whether you have a diploma or not, which is why you should focus on your studies and go to school!

Others, including me, have had no idea what to study--what to become and at times like that it is very hard and discouraging and I understand. I finally applied to college after finding a program where it did not seem too hard, and it seemed like a program that I could like.

That being said, if you are having trouble to find a career path to pursue, write down your skills, what you're interested in, and what you are good at. For instance, you like to write and like to talk to others--consider Office Administration as you are required to write a lot. Point is, find your passions and research what career you could put your passion in to. And trust me, it won't be easy (pray and make istikhara which career path to take) but I believe we will all figure it out and find that career inshallah.

Take advantage on the ability to be able to study and get that education!

I hope this helps!! and remember to have a good day!

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gojoskfcbox · 11 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦?

𝘤𝘸: 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘥𝘴𝘮, 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬(?), 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 & 𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘤: 5.4𝘬 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢/𝘯: 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘰3 ; 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 ;3 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 "𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥" ref1 ref2 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 @/𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 & @/𝘪𝘵𝘧𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘵 <3

It’s warm in the chapel, with its warm ambient lighting and lit candlesticks along the walls and altar.

You walk into the confession booth where a small, thin wall separates you from Priest Gojo.

“Confess to me your sins,” he said. He grins to himself knowing exactly who the sin-committing person is on the other side of this wall.

“W-well..” you nervously start, “it actually has to do with you.”

“Ahh, does it? If you think God can’t forgive you, I sure hope you know I can. But please do continue your confession,” he urges you on.

“Well, the thoughts aren’t necessarily bad but more so shameful towards you given your status in our community.”

Gojo is very well amused by this statement but really wants you to admit your “sins.” He continues, “May I have an example of your so-called shameful thoughts?”

“....”

“I can assure you this is a safe space..Think about the weight that will be released from your shoulders when you let it out,” he titters on, “you know you can trust me, right?”

Feeling slightly more assured, you sigh and continue on, “Some of the thoughts are rather immodest and quite indecent..”

There was a pregnant pause and you think you just might rather a hole to hell open right underneath you and take you whole, while on the other side of the wall Gojo bites his lip to avoid letting out a chuckle from his enjoyment in this confession.

“Do you perhaps….enjoy these thoughts, hm?” he asks with mischief laced in his voice.

“..It’d be a sin to lie to you and say I don’t now, wouldn’t it?” you reply softly.

Gojo smiles heavily at this statement. “Very well, would you like to settle an arrangement to further relieve your stress?”

“If it means to cleanse my sins, I’ll go by any means you see fit.”

Gojo snickers at this statement and proceeds to inform you about your agreement, “Well aren’t you smart,..we can meet here in the Chapel tomorrow at dusk,” he trails off. “If you’re eager to find relief from this sin you so complain about?”

You stay quiet for a moment, looking down at your hands, rethinking the situation at hand, letting out a shaky breath, “Tomorrow would be suitable for me, thank you Father.”

“Do dress comfortably tomorrow night,” he mentions before you leave, “depending on the severity of your situation it could be a bit rough.”

“Of course…I’ll be taking my leave now if you’ll excuse me,” and with that you make it back to your home mentally preparing for what’s to come in the following day.

Gojo sighs. He can not wait for this evening, even though he is aware that he also shares the same mutual thoughts, perhaps both of you could get rid of the sin together. It is just something about you that has started to take over his mind. Ever since he spotted you a few weeks ago attending his preachings, he was taken away by your beauty. He hopes the lord forgives him for the thoughts he gets off of you. But now, he will be able to truly fulfill his deep desire to have you. Lord forgive me, he thinks to himself.

Soon it is dusk and you are headed to the church wearing your casual and comfortable nightgown. You arrive and walk in, slightly nervous to see Gojo face to face up close. For you had seen him during sermons here and there, but never in such close proximity that you might actually be able to see just how deep the sea is in his blue eyes. His eyes were always alluring and his white, fluffed hair always amazed you. Maybe that was the majority of the reason you’d only attend his sermons.

As you open the doors to the chapel, you suddenly realize you’re beginning to sweat like crazy. Rethinking thoughts that maybe you should just go home and deal with this on your own. But part of you is tired of these thoughts and wants something to be done about it. You press your palms against your stomach wiping away any moisture before walking down the wide corridor. As you stand there in the chapel, immersed in your anxious thoughts, you don’t hear Gojo arriving into the chapel, approaching you, Not until he unwaveringly stands behind you. With his tall stature, his breath from his nose exhales brushing along your ear sending a shiver through your spine. The heat from his body permeates through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

“Good evening, delighted to see you made it on time,” you can hear the smile in his voice. He sounds softer than behind the confessional booth yesterday. You don’t turn and remain silent, as if someone has stolen your ability to speak. However, Gojo is rather miffed by this as he wants to see you closer now that he has you within reach, he wants to be able to finally see how beautiful you are, instead of sneaking glances at the spot you familiarize yourself with sitting in the center of the church at the side of the pews next to the walkway. He comes even closer to your ear and softly whispers, “It would be more polite if you to turn and face me.”

You slowly turn, and look up to his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that shine as bright as the moonlight peeking through the windows. His elegant white hair, that compliments his face perfectly. His captivating smile. You also can not help but notice a little dimple. He truly is more beautiful in person. You unknowingly ball your fist & ever so slightly dig your nails further into your palm to rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts.

“That’s better.” he politely smiles. “Tell me, are you ready to repent for your sins?”

You smile shyly and clear your throat, “I believe I am.”

He continues to smile at you softly, “Excellent. Please follow me so that I may take you to the place where we will hold the cleansing.” He leads you into a room where you notice the setup of the “cleansing” that will soon take place. Gojo motions for you to come in and take a seat on the edge of the mattress. You do so, and he locks the door.

You notice the set up of the room, a small bed fit for two pushed up in the corner of the room, a small night stand with objects you can recognize beside the headrest of the bed. Thin red candles, anointing oil, a goblet filled with a dark liquid that you presume is wine, and a black fabric of some sort. The room is rather dim save for the 3pc candelabra perched by the doorway, other than that, the room looks rather cozy.

But you can feel the sweat returning to your palms but try to force the nervousness away. What makes you nervous is that he stands there in front of you. . . so close that you are resisting the evil thoughts as best as you can. You wince and Gojo smiles, “I am sure you are having such vivid thoughts again. But I assure you, this cleansing will help exorcise your mind of such evil imaginations.”

Gojo continues to explain that in order to do so, he must restrain you to the bed posts. You stare at him, wide-eyed and perplexed by the sudden statement. “I- I- are you sure?”

Gojo tilts his head and pouts his lips, “Oh absolutely! Who knows what you might do to me with those thoughts lingering in your pretty lil’ head.” He approaches you slowly staggering over you, looking into your eyes, softly brushing stray hairs from your face. He smiles faintly, “You trust me, do you not?”

You whisper back to him, “I do…”

“Oh, and before we start, to make yourself more acquainted with me, please drop the formalities, Satoru will be sufficient,” he smiles at you softly. You nod your head at his understanding. “Then,” Satoru whispers and comes close to your face, feeling his eyes turning dark with lust and fervor to finally being able to touch you, “may I show you my appreciation for your trust?”

You nod your head, and Satoru slowly leans in to cradle your face and plant a soft peck on your lips. It is quick and delicate, but it turns you on instantly. Your pussy is already starting to get wet. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru too feels arousal from the kiss and is ecstatic to see your body responding well.

Hovering above you, he bends down to be leveled with you and delicately caresses your sides. He then gently pushes your shoulders to allow you to gently lay flat on the bed, grabbing your waist to center you on the mattress. You remove your shoes and kick them off at the edge of the bed. As you lay down, Satoru kneels one leg on the bed in between your legs. He reaches from the side above you grabbing the fabric from the nightstand and whispers, “Don’t want you to witness the evil from you.” Satoru lifts the back of your head and puts the fabric over your eyes. The fabric is lacey, enough to blur your vision and still slightly make out his figure, but not enough to where it’s complete darkness.

You feel more shuffling around the bed and begin to feel Satoru grab each one of your ankles and what you presume to be the restraints he had mentioned earlier going around your ankles, then moving to each of your wrists with all of your limbs being slightly pulled away from your body. Gently holding your wrist, he asks you,”It’s not too tight is it?”

Exhaling a large breath you didn’t know you were holding, “No..it’s fine.”

“That’s good to hear,” as he kisses below your ear, softly nipping at your earlobe.

Hovering over you, you can slightly see him, you begin to feel Satoru slowly slide up your nightgown, letting it pool around your waist while the cool air infiltrates all your senses and reality of the scene happening right now. Everything at the moment is overwhelming you in such a good way you’re already having a hard time breathing.

He reaches above you again to grab the oil. “In order to enhance the spiritual connection for us, I’ll pour this oil on your body.” You nod your head. “Okay.”

You feel the cool liquid start to drip on your stomach down to the sides and Satoru starts to gently rub the oil along your body, and you begin to become aroused by the goosebumps scintillating over your skin. His hands are everywhere, both kneading hard and delicately at the same time. He grabs the neckline of your nightgown and starts to untie the ribbon that’s fastening your tits together. Untying the last ribbon, your tits relax like jello and he begins to pull the neckline down exposing your chest to him. Your breath ragged. His oiled fingers delicately hover over your nipples and slightly touch the already perked buds, which causes you to flinch and elicit a low whimper. He leans forward to your ear and gently thumbs your bottom lip. He can’t help but realize just how beautiful you look in this vulnerable state. “I believe your evil has traveled here.” He cups his hand below your breast and you gasp. “I think the best way for me to attempt to take away the evil will be me starting with your chest and working my way down, yes?”

You reply, “I understand, please do whatever you must.” You can’t help but feel an excitement pooling in your stomach from the thought of Satoru reaching down to your chest. At the sound of your approval, Satoru begins to thumb your nipples again and you let out such a heavy, airy moan, biting your lip hard from getting louder.

“Ah ah ah, that’s not going to work sweetheart,” he says grabbing your cheeks, “you and I are both here to repent for our sins, and I want to hear you repent, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry Goj-,” you get cut off, hands grabbing at your cheeks slightly tighter. “-Satoru, I said Satoru,” he says furrowing his eyebrows. “Satoru, please keep going..” you ask muffled. “Well, since you did ask nicely.”

Satoru lets go of your face and quickly pecks your lips and goes back to fondling your breasts, grabbing them lightly while his large palms work to roll your nipples between his slender fingers. Your clit was pounding at the sensation, moans being let out freely. Whispering to you that this method isn’t enough. Suddenly, Satoru’s head dips down to your chest as he moves his mouth to suck on your left nipple. His hot breath and tongue swirling over it, causing your cunt to flutter and *attempt* to flail your legs to form some type of friction to relieve your pussy. You continue to whimper and release elicit moans as Satoru moves over to give the same treatment to your right nipple. You want to grab his head so bad and pull him back up for a kiss, but with these restraints, it won’t be possible anytime soon. Satoru collects a glob of saliva and drools it over a nipple slowly. You feeling his warm saliva on your nipple, then Satoru swipes at the saliva-covered nipple, circling it around your areola, and repeating with the other nipple. Satoru dips his head above your nipple and blows out hot air on one side and cool air on the other causing your mind to go absolutely crazy with the overwhelming sensation he’s giving you just from stimulating your nipples. The sound of him sucking mixed with the wetness from the spit he’s spread has you going absolutely wild. He then takes his tongue out and slightly flicks one nipple, circling around your nipple, licking underneath the bud, slightly nibbling it, and back to sucking it to his heart’s content. Satoru smiles as he lets go of your nipple with a *pop* sound that echoes through the air. He leans back up to kiss your cheeks and neck, praising you for how long you’ve managed to continue in this stage of the cleansing. With one hand, he grazes the lower part of your stomach. “How do you feel right now?” as the other arm rubs your shoulder.

Having your eyes closed during the entire ministration he had given you, but you can imagine his beautiful ocean blue eyes looking down at you, “I feel great so far.” He chuckles lightly, “Well that means the cleansing is working. But now, it’s time to get rid of the bigger problem down there.” His eyes gaze down to your cunt, which was so pretty glistening in the oil that had been rubbed all over your body. You nod your head, “I’m ready.”

He squeezes your thigh lightly, “Excellent.” As Gojo proceeds to the next stage of the cleansing, he grabs one of the lit up candles resting beside your table side. He then comes to stand between your legs on the mattress. “I believe the evil inside should be able to feel some pain don’t you think?” he says then continues, “specifically heat…do you get what I mean?” Your breath hitches, not completely sure of what he means but you still trust him nonetheless, you just want to relish every possible feeling with him.

“Can I continue,” he asks for your approval. And you breathe out a soft “yes.” Gojo nods, “This may sting but I promise it is all in the name of the Lord. It is all to help seek forgiveness and help you, my angel.”

He slowly proceeds to strategically & steadily pour drops of the melted candle wax upon your nude oiled up body beneath him. Starting with the vertical line of the cross going from the base of your neck and dripping it down to just over your womb. You slightly flinch each drop that makes contact with your skin, but nothing you can’t handle. After a while, the pain becomes pleasurable waiting for more. Then, he proceeds to hover the wax creating the vertical line of the cross going across your breasts from nipple to nipple. Your whimpering at this point especially from how sensitive your nipples were earlier from the ministrations Satoru was providing you. He places the candle back to the nightstand and softly chuckles, very satisfied with his artwork that he’s made on your body. Hickies along your tits and the giant red cross on your torso.

Gojo crouches down, gently rubbing the side of your leg closest to him and smiles, “I believe our little exorcism is working, hm?” He hovers his body above yours, and rests his hands by your head. He leans up to your ear and whispers “You’re doing such a great job, my angel.” He leaves soft kisses trailing below your ear to your collarbone, sending a shiver down your body.

After a short silent pause, Gojo places himself in between your legs & places soft kisses from the inside of your calves. He watches from through eyelashes as your chest moves up and down in anticipation knowing what’s to come. He stops just below the area. The area where your unholiest thoughts reside, a wet patch noticeable in the center of your underwear. The area that Gojo yearns to reach, to help you overcome this darkness and reach your both of your enlightenment.

“I’ll ask again, may I help you atone for your sins,” as he slowly raises his hand above your clit, again, not too far but not too close to touching you. The aching urgency to feel his hands touch you grows and you nod your head as you whimper out breathlessly, “Yes”. Your cunt was in desperate need of attention.

Satoru begins to position his body by your side, hovering his ear above your mouth to make sure he can capture every single moan coming from your mouth. He then places an arm underneath you cradling you close to him while he slowly traces his other arm down your body towards your cunt, sending shivers all throughout your body. Slowly, he plays with the waistband of your underwear, running his fingers across the top teasing you. You jolt from the feeling, trying to clamp your legs together to gain more friction. Finally he begins to remove the article of clothing that blocks his path to utmost desire. Sucking in a breath from the cool air that had rushed to your cunt.

You can feel the slight warmth and sensation of his fingers ghosting over your clit, “Relax for me, yeah?” Testing the waters, he lightly taps your clit a couple times to get a reaction from you. With each tap, your whimpers grow louder. Your breath tickling his ear. He then tells you sternly, “I want to hear you repent, so don’t hold back now.” Without warning, he begins to start rubbing your clit in slow steady circles as your breathing grows erratic. He proceeds to figure-eight your clit but is not getting the satisfied response he was hoping for. He wants you to break loose. He knows you’re still holding back, still shy to indulge in your pleasures and fantasies. Gojo starts to rub faster & slowly begins to insert a finger. “I don’t really hear you repenting now, you sure you want this fixed?” You continue to give him strangled breaths as he pumps his finger down to his knuckle while his thumb rubs your clit, you gripping hard on the restraints that are bound to your wrists. Continuing with your lack of response, he can tell you’re close to your end. Upset with the response he didn’t get, he abruptly stops and lets out the finger inside you. This causes you to groan and let out a hard, strangled breath to escape from your lungs. “S-satoru, why’d you stop?” He looks at you and tilts his head, and smiles. “I don’t think this method’s working. I need for us to hit deeper.”

You bite your lip whimpering to him, “P-please give me more..” Satoru comes up to plant a gentle peck on your lips & goes down your body to kiss each side of the wax cross he had made earlier. He slowly moves to the top of your breasts, planting sweet gentle kisses to each nipple and to the undersides of your breasts. He then trails kisses down the line of the cross going towards your clit.

After hearing some rustling echo through the room and a slightly loud thud to the floor, you suck in a breath upon the realization that he must be standing naked. Satoru finally strips himself of his robes and briefs.You imagine how perfectly carved his body is, as if it was truly made by the angels above to be well sculpted like a Greek god. He approaches you and loosens the restraints on your ankles and begins to place his hands on both your knees to slowly spread them out.

Gojo notices the slick wetness coming from your pussy that drips down to the mattress. He plants his face right in front of it and softly blows on it which makes you moan, chest rising, and legs struggling to move around due to him holding them apart. He slowly kisses and drags his tongue along the spot where your wetness is seething, and proceeds to come up to your face to give you an intimate kiss, to which you reciprocate quickly. He goes back down to your cunt, kissing and sucking on your clit. Your breathes heaving and letting out a guttural moan. God, never did Satoru think he’d be able to have you in this position relishing in the sweet taste of you. Moving down to your hole, Satoru delves his tongue deep into your gummy walls, pushing his tongue in and out, your hands balled into fists, digging your nails into your palms. Satoru pulls his tongue out and swipes his tongue through your folds and up your clit. Your legs closing around his head as he places hand around one of your thighs to keep it open. His other other hand starts to play with your hole as he continues to suck your clit. He pulls back and globs a wad of spit into your awaiting hole, spreading his saliva around your hole, he sticks his middle finger in, and you suck in a deep gasp. Adding in his ring finger, you start to feel yourself get slightly stretched from how big and long his fingers are. Thrusting his fingers faster into you, he notices how hard you’re breathing at this point, not wanting you to cum yet, he pulls out his fingers. Exasperated from the sudden stop of his ministrations.

He rubs more of the slick from your wet cunt with his middle and ring finger, and kisses you again hard. Breaking the kiss he uses the chance to lick his fingers covered in your sweet slick. With his other hand, he uses his thumb to gently prop your lips open and swipes his middle finger on your tongue, so that you can get a taste of yourself. A taste of what lies down there. A taste of the curse, the thoughts, and the fantasizations. He then swipes his ring finger of your slick on his tongue and kisses you. Satoru dives his tongue onto yours, both of your tongues rubbing against and wrestling one another, spit and slick dripping down your mouths. Satisfied with the exchanges so far, as clearly indicated from the moans you're struggling to let out and trying to rub your cunt on his dick, Gojo breaks the kiss, a spit line connecting from his mouth and yours. His eyes half lidded in a daze from the ecstasy of your taste. Grabbing the wine from the table, Satoru takes a swig of the liquor and keeps it in his mouth, grabbing your cheeks and opening, he places his thumb on your tongue to indicate to you to stick it out. After doing so, you feel a warm liquid start to dribble on your tongue registering that it’s the wine you had seen earlier. Drinking up the slick mixed wine, Satoru smiles from how open you are with these dirty exchanges you’ve been reciprocating.

He clears his throat, “It is time for the final stage, my sweet angel.”

Gojo props himself in between your legs. He rubs his cock a little, noticing the precum leaking from the tip. Forgive me my lord, he thinks to himself. He moves to rub his cock over your cunt, lubricating himself with your dripping slick wetness. You moan and grab onto the restraints from your wrist. Flailing around from the friction of feeling him tease against your entrance. Gojo reaches his hand up to your eyes and pulls the blindfold down to your neck. Took a while for your vision to adjust but you can finally see. The glorious sight of everything you have been sinfully fantasizing about of him. His smooth, porcelain skin. His chiseled and toned, muscular body. His hands gripping onto your thigh and his throbbing dick positioned at your entrance. His lips shiny with slick and slightly stained from the wine. And finally, those beautiful blue eyes that appear to be lost in yours once you make eye contact. Shyfully, you look away after taking in the environment. He clears his throat and gently grabs your chin to make you look directly at him hovering above you. He speaks sternly, “Eyes on me. Repent your sins, and repent them loudly.” In the middle of your confirmation, he begins to push the tip of his cock inside your awaiting aching hole while you begin to start squirming. Gojo starts to rub circles on your sides and requests you to watch as your bodies connect.

“I n-need to reach this curse deeper,” Gojo moans, moving in further. Tears start forming in your eyes and he leans forward to kiss them away, assuring you that this brief pain will be over soon. Your cunt immediately clamps down on his length as he attempts to bottom out. You both groan as his thrusts start to move slower, allowing for you to get used to the size of him. After getting used to the feeling of his cock inside you for a while, you whimper to him. “Please move faster a-and~hah~ h-harder, Satoru…”

Upon your request, Gojo begins to thrust into you harder as your moans and repenting get louder. Him grabbing at your nightgown for extra leverage, pounding into you faster. Extremely turned on by the moans you finally let out freely, Gojo reaches for your wrist restraints and unties them, arms falling to the side of your head gripping the sheet below you. As he continues to thrust, he grabs the goblet on the table next to your head and places it next to your hip.

Gojo hovers over your body and pants, “You’re doing amazing sweetheart, w-wrap your arms around my neck, -we, oh fuck, we can reach it deeper like this.” You nod your head and do as his command, and Satoru pounds into you even harder, further, and faster. You’re a moaning mess, your throat starting to get dry from the heavy breathing. Gripping your thighs, he grunts in frustration, “Not deep enough baby.” He proceeds mid thrust to position your thighs over his shoulders and begins to go at a more unrelenting pace. Your vision starts to waver, your consciousness slipping. Noticing this, Gojo grabs your face and slightly taps your cheeks. He pants and grunts, “Hey, keep your eyes open yeah? D-dont, want you to miss out ~hah~ on your big enlightenment r-right?”

With staggered breaths, Gojo plants his hands beside your head and digs his teeth into your neck, leaving marks from the brutal force. You moan loudly, carding your hands through his hair and holding onto his head. Satoru, pulling back a bit, notices your eyes starting to roll back again. Gojo pants as whimpers start to come out of your mouth. You cry to him, “P-please…I-I think I’m almost there.”

“Good, hold on for a bit longer,” Gojo pants and stares into your eyes while tracing a kiss down the side of your face. “W-w-we can reach it together.” You dig your nails into his neck as he thrusts more ferociously. His sweat dripping down to your temple, you notice that his thrusts start to get weaker in rhythm while your legs start to feel sore. You can sense you’re close to your climax as you begin to feel your stomach tighten.

Gojo grabs the goblet that has been resting beside you in one hand and cups your face in the other hand. Letting out a low growl, “You are not to break eye contact during your finish, understand?” You nod your head, as tears form in your eyes, tongue lolling out, your cunt aching to reach its high.

“Fuckfuckfuuuuck, S-sato-ru, please ~ngh~ I’m alm-most there..”

“Don’t worry angel, god fuck, s-so am I.”

Satoru reaches one hand down to your clit and begins to rub at an unrelenting pace and with one final thrust, your back arches up letting out another guttural moan and Satoru moans into your neck as the both of you reach your high cumming together. With you screaming and him loudly moaning into your ear, the sounds echo through the room as you feel his warm seed start to shoot through your walls while he continues to softly coax you through your high. Continuing to softly rub your clit and thrusting ever so slowly, you twitch below him from the overstimulation. Satoru pulling his head back a bit to relish the sight of your face and body in this moment. God, you looked absolutely gorgeous with your body shiny with the oil, hair messily sprawled on the bed, some hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, chest heaving, hickies painted across your body, and the white ring that forms around his dick as he continue to slowly thrusts into you.

“Squeeze me harder,” Gojo demands, “Make sure all of me enters you”. After thrusting a bit more into you, and the sounds of moaning fade away from the room, Gojo finally pulls out and positions the goblet underneath your cunt to collect the remainder of your cum and his seed that escaped out your hole.

He then sits you up slowly on the bed, and brings the goblet to your mouth. You stare at him as he gently smiles, “Drink this as my mind, body, & soul will be one with you. It is crucial for the cleansing to be fulfilled.”

You slowly begin to sip and taste the mix of his seed with your sweet release. You gulp each drop down and after you finish drinking the slightly bitter substance from the goblet, Gojo places the goblet on a table. Noticing some of the cum that failed to enter your mouth, he licks it from the side of your mouth, grabbing your face to have you open your mouth. Kneeling a bit higher to hover his face above yours, “Open up,” obediently listening to his request, you open your mouth wide while he spits a glob of saliva-mixed cum into your mouth, swallowing it all down, sticking your tongue out to show it clean. He then proceeds to clean you up with a cloth and helps you get dressed again. Cleaning himself up after you, clothing himself as well.

The two of you stand and face one another, Gojo smiles, “If you ever need to confess about any evil that is making a home inside of your mind, do note that I’ll be in the chapel readily waiting for your return.”

You politely return the smile, bow, & thank Gojo for all his efforts he had helped you with that night. Feeling slightly better as a weight has lifted your shoulders, you proceed to leave the church as Gojo kisses the cross around his neck and repents to the lord for his sins.

A couple days later, the evil thoughts decide to come back stronger in your mind. But, this time one late night, the thoughts have manifested into a tall, manly figure with beautiful black silk hair that cascades down to his waist. His eyes fixated on you, like that of an incubus. You realize then, that you need to consult Gojo about this new and more frightening concern.

✰ 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 -𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘬𝘧𝘤𝘣𝘰𝘹✰

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