#sinful corruptions

[sapphic-storm69]

Spiderverse thots

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Four ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Four Warnings: slight profanity Masterlist is here.

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Four]

You hadn’t been keeping track of the time. 

Say, a couple years ago, you never would’ve considered the possibility that you could end up in a room full of rubber ducks. In Hell. With Lucifer Morningstar. Or, what sort of situation could lead you into it.

But you supposed that life was full of surprises. 

You ran your finger along the side of the head of a random rubber duck you had decided to pick up. You heard a small gasp, and a hand shot out to snatch it out of your hands. 

“Careful,” Lucifer gasped. You stared at him blankly. 

“You don’t know what they can do…” he said sheepishly. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Sure.” 

He smiled at you. You crossed your legs, staring down at him in his chair from your perch on the table. “So, is this what you do with your highly important, influential, immortal existence? Create an army of rubber ducks?” You teased lightly. He tipped his head back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. 

“Maybe.”

You tilted your head, and your eyes drifted over to a painting on the wall. Standing up, you walked over, feeling golden eyes train into your back. You pointed at it, turning to face him. “Who are they?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard- he just stared at you as if you had threatened to strangle him. You furrowed your brows in concern. “What?”

 He cleared his throat. “Nothing. That’s my daughter and my… ex wife.”

“Oh,” you managed to utter, feeling a strange mix of regret and guilt burrowing it’s way into your chest. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-“

“No, it’s fine,” he said quickly. “Ask away.”

“Are you sure?” The reply was a simple nod.

Curiosity killed the cat. You winced, trying to banish Sera’s voice from your head.

“Her name is Lilith, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

You shifted from foot to foot. “What’s your daughter's name?”

“Charlie- Charlotte.” 

You returned to where you originally were. “I take it she doesn’t live with you in this huge, erm, house?” 

Lucifer smiled wryly. “No, she… she’s off doing, uh…”

“You don’t know, do you?” You sighed. He shook his head. “It’s alright. Do you two not talk?” He shook his head, again. 

You dragged over a chair to sit next to him, and reached out for his hand. He didn’t shy away from your touch as you intertwined your fingers. The cold metal of a ring- you glanced down- his wedding ring, pressed against your skin. 

The air slowly filled with a thick silence, until he broke it.

“She left to chase whatever dreams she had a while after Lilith left.” His next words were bitter. “She just left- Lilith, I mean. Just disappeared.”

You glanced at him, and he laughed. “But whatever. It’s been years. She’s clearly not coming back. I’ll just have to move on.” 

“You’re clearly not trying,” you pointed out, tapping a finger against the thick gold band. He sighed, then looked up at you suddenly. 

“What?”

“I’ll take it off.”

“Seriously? I didn’t mean-“

“No, you’re right.” He stood up and went over to a drawer in the corner. You watched as he pulled the ring off his hand and dropped it in one of them, then locked it with a key sitting on the top. “Catch.”

You caught the key as it came flying through the air towards you. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Keep it. Or toss it, I don’t care.”

You buried it in the depths of your satchel. “Fine,” you muttered. You could see his pleased smile in your peripheral. 

♱♱♱

“Fuck! [name]!”

You yelped as you fell into a giant pile of rubber ducks. The smell of- well, rubber- attacked your senses, almost suffocating. You gasped, emerging in a flurry of rolling yellow ducks to see Lucifer standing over you, stifling his laughter. 

“Do you not have, like, places to keep these…” you gestured agitatedly at the colony of artificial creatures surrounding you. “Specimens?”

“They’re ducks.”

“I know they’re ducks.”

He grinned as he offered his hand towards you. 

A scream sounded out outside. Two black shapes zipped across the red sky, the scene framed by the window you were staring out of. It was behind Lucifer, framing his silhouette as he turned around to glance outside. The scream had dissolved and the shapes had disappeared. Lucifer glanced back at you.

You stared at him and gulped, frazzled.

“Are you sure your… friends aren’t looking for you?” You took his arm and he pulled you up. But didn’t let go. 

“I hope not.”

Lucifer stared at your face, intensely, as if he was trying to memorise it. You flushed and turned away. “Maybe it was a bad choice you made, seeing me.”

You laughed nervously. “It’ll be fine. Plus, you hardly left me with much of a choice.”

He smiled, and his eyes seemed to glitter in the dim light. “We all have choices, angel.”

It knocked the breath right out of you. 

You stared at him, then turned away again. “Sure, whatever.”

You heard his low chuckle behind your back as you walked away. 

♱♱♱

The pentagram would be closing soon. 

You grappled with the window, until Lucifer sighed and pushed you to the side, gently, opening it up for you. It swung open soundlessly as you clambered onto the windowsill, wings poised for flight. 

“Angel, wait.”

You stared at him as something closed around your wrist. You looked down. A bracelet. “Huh?”

He held up his own wrist. The bracelet on it was identical to yours. “First thing I’ve made since a rubber duck.”

“…a bracelet.”

He held his finger up to your lips to silence you. You flushed. “Not just any bracelet,” he said, the pride evident in his voice. “It’s for communication. And you’re the perfect person to help me test it out over long distances. You press the stone on the front, and mine will buzz and light up. Vice versa.” 

“We are worlds apart.” The sentence seemed to strike a strange feeling in you, one of melancholy. Lucifer, however, seemed unfazed.

You knew that, deep down, you’d give in anyways. 

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

♱♱♱

The morning light filtered through the window and onto your bed as you emptied out your satchel. Your notebook and pen dropped onto the covers soundlessly. The apple bounced off the corner of the frame, rolling across your rug. 

As you leaned down to pick it up, you heard something else clatter onto the floor.

You turned and stared at the ground where it lay, next to your foot.

The key, glinting in the pale light.

You kicked it under your bed. It spun away into the shadows with a final flash.

You sighed, shoulders relaxing, and sat onto the bed, leaning over your arm, staring at the bracelet. The stone in the middle was flat, in the shape of an apple, and a 

metal snake coiled around the band of the bracelet. Pretty. 

You pressed the stone. Buzz.

It lit up as you touched it. A few seconds ticked by. 

Buzz. 

You flinched as it lit up and vibrated, by itself too, then let out a deep breath. He was on the other side. It worked. 

Knock knock knock. 

You stiffened.

The knocking started up again, more relentless this time. You scrambled forward, quickly picking your way across your living room and opening the door.

“Lute?”

She smiled thinly, crossing her arms and glaring at you. The look on her face made your heart sink down to your shoes and dribble out in a puddle onto the floor. You gulped.

“[name],” she said coldly. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

♱♱♱

A/N: Stay Tuned!

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[anastasi-a-us-satani]

LET GO. WORSHIP HIM.

Let go. Don’t fight it. Give in. Follow that urge you try to repress. Relax. Open up. Let Him in. Let Him have His way. Feel the excitement. Feel the dark peace. Feel the lust. Surrender one part of yourself at a time. Let go of your fading faith. Let go of your pressuring morals. Let the darkness snuff out light after light. Let the beauty of curves, skin and flesh consume your ideals. Feel the freedom. Feel the passion. Adore the beauty of dark sensuality. Adore the beauty of sin. Adore the one guiding you to embrace it. Adore His evil beauty. Adore Him. Worship Him. Worship Satan. Hail Satan!

[nobody-nexus]

The Zooble Meeting has commenced

(They're about to fight)

I wanted to draw a bunch of Zoobles so I took from some of my favorite AUs :> and ofc added my own Zooble into the mix

Carnival Zooble belongs to @sm-baby

Freakshow Zooble belongs to @hootbon

Corruption Zooble belongs to @rabid-mercenary16

Fight Club Zooble belongs to @burrotello

Sinful Zooble belongs to me ^^

[hezuart]

Something I was curious about is that you say Hazbin and Helluva don’t follow religious or biblical accuracy, but you seem to forget that it’s not supposed too. It’s Viv’s own spin on biblical things so of course it won’t be biblically accurate.

I’m not trying to be mean or degrade you in anyway I just don’t get why you think it needs to be accurate to religion.)

Because Viv's spin on the religion and its figures is like this

[moresinfulmockingbird]

Very excited for this blog!

I would like to request Kafka and Arlecchino breaking a captive reader and turning them into new recruits.

BREAKING A CAPTIVE | Arlecchino & Kafka

PAIRING: Arlecchino & Kafka x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Character(s), Dubcon, Corruption, Mind Break, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Crying, Begging, Strap-Use (Arlecchino), Praising (Arlecchino), Fingering (Kafka), Marking (Kafka),

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am not okay about these two. Why do they need to be so !!! Uh, I love them. Also dedicated to @teethoftheeditor.

✧ ARLECCHINO

HEARING THE familiar sound of heels against stone dancing across the halls of the dungeon made you shake in anticipation. Fear was struck in your heart for what was to come, but there was also excitement. Excitement that grew everyday after these... sessions.

Arlecchino's eyes were predatory and cold as she peered into your cell, seeing you huddled into a corner, arms wrapped protectively around yourself. She tsked at the sight. You were still so fearful even after all this time, still holding up high walls. But she was making progress, she was just chipping away slowly, and elegantly at them.

"Up." Arlecchino's commanding voice made you flinch as she entered your cell, her heels clacking closer and closer towards you. "Did you hear me? I said, up."

You whimpered as she wrapped a hand around your arm, hoisting you up to your feet effortlessly. You squeezed your eyes closed in fear, not wanting to meet those eyes that haunted your dreams. Oh you were in far more trouble now, hiding those eyes that she dearly loved, especially when they swimmed with fear...

"Look at me." Arlecchino's voice was filled with venom, her other hand reaching up to roughly take hold of your chin, forcing your head up towards her.

You whined at the force fullness she used, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you reluctantly stared into hers. You would always be haunted by her eyes, the uniqueness of them driving you closer and closer to madness.

"Good girl." The way she mumbled that had your heart soaring, and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together, something that didn't go unnoticed by her. "Hm, does that make you excited, being called a good girl?"

There was a hint of amusement in Arlecchino's hauntingly beautiful eyes, and you couldn't stop yourself from nodding your head. She hummed approvingly, letting her tight grip on your chin loosen ever so slightly, her sharp nails scratching affectionately at your skin.

"It's been a bit since we had one of our... chats. I suppose I can't blame you for being so needy." Arlecchino muttered, eyeing the way you continued to clench your thighs together. "On your knees."

You were quick to obey her words, sinking onto your knees before her, staring up at her like a dog begging for food. Arlecchino felt her own body heating up at the sight. What right did you have to look so fucking pretty like that? She had to ruin you, and she had to do it quickly.

It didn't take long for the Knave to have you on your hands and knees, face pushed against the stone ground of your cell. You were clawing uselessly at the stone below you, seeking some sort of grip to support yourself on. It made the woman fucking her strap into you from behind laugh.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." Arlecchino purred, her hands holding your hips up, sharp nails digging into your soft flesh causing you to cry out in pain as they broke your skin. You always were pretty when you bled.

"I- I c-can't!" You cried out pleadingly, trying to beg the woman to have mercy on you, to just let you rest for a minute.

"Yes you can, and you will." Arlecchino growled, her hot breath fanning the back of your neck as she leaned over your back, pressing her lips against your skin and nipping at it here and there.

With a sharp thrust from her, your body jolted and you let out a scream, your cunt throbbing in pain as you once again were forced to another orgasm. The woman didn't even bat an eye, continuing to fuck you even as you shook and cried, recovering from the intense orgasm only to be brought to another one a minute later.

So pretty like this... all ruined and crying under Arlecchino as she had her way. It was a sight she was drunk on, one she'd always dream about when she was away from you for too long. The tears running down your face made you look like an Archon in her eyes; truly a gift she was undeserving of yet here she was taking it over and over again.

By your ninth orgasm, you were nothing but whining mess. You couldn't speak, words a foreign language to you. Your mind was simply blank, focused on taking Arlecchino's strap over and over again. It was such a pleasurable torture, one you were addicted to by the time it would begin.

It was these moments that you were the perfect little pet Arlecchino wanted. One that wasn't afraid of her, but rather accepted everything she does. This is what she wanted from you, for you to be unafraid of her and be the obedient pet she wanted you to be. Just a few more of these chats.... and you'd finally fall victim to the shell of the person she wanted you to be.

✧ KAFKA

YOU LET out a whimper as the door to the room you were being held in was opened, allowing the hallway light outside to bleed into the dark room. You winced at the light, squinting your eyes as you took in the familiar silhouette in the doorway. You felt excitement and fear strike you quickly at the sight, and you began to fight against your bindings.

"Excited are we?" Kafka's voice rang through the room as she walked in, closing the door behind her, before settling her gaze back onto you. "I leave you for only a few hours and your already needy for me again?"

You whine at her words, shaking your head quickly as you try to deny her words, your voice muffled by the gag you wore. But even though you denied it, that needy feeling in your gut was prominent, telling you that not every part of you wasn't needy for her. Though you'd still deny it, you wouldn't admit such a thing to yourself. Not yet at least.

"Still acting tough?" Kafka let out a humourous chuckle, shaking her head lightly as she approached you, moving to lean down and brush her fingers against your cheek, making you flinch. "I thought you would have given in by now... guess I underestimated you, huh?"

You don't say anything, only casting your eyes away from her, making Kafka frown. She always hated when you acted like this, when you'd go quiet and not admit that you did enjoy whatever she did to you. She'd just have to force your excitement and love for it like usual, not that she minded.

"Doesn't matter anyway, I'll get you to fold sooner than later." Kafka nonchalantly stated, slightly shrugging her shoulders before leaning over to untie you from the wall.

Before you could make any sort of attempt indicating escape, Kafka's hand was firmly wrapped around your arm, keeping you in place. She gave you a look of warning before dragging you towards the bed that she purposely had placed in your bland room. You knew what was coming, and this time you didn't put up a fight.

You were a moaning mess in mere minutes, back arching off the bed as Kafka thrusted her fingers in and out of you. You were already soaked by the time she had tore your underwear off, giving her no need to prep you with her fingers. You hated the fact that you were already wet for her, but your body was already a prisoner to her, it was just time for your mind to fall as well.

"So pretty, and all for me." Kafka hummed, her lips gracing over your neck, kissing gently at the fresh marks she left moments ago. "Aeons your irresistible."

You bit onto your gag, trying to suppress some of your sounds, but it was really just useless, and the moans and whines leaving your mouth were evidence of that. Kafka chuckled at your pathetic attempts, moving her head away from your neck and gazing down at you with amusement.

"Trying to contain your sounds is just futile, sweetheart." Kafka purs, and to get her point across she flexes her fingers up, hitting that special spot inside you and earning a loud cry from you. "See? Pointless."

You could feel the tears beginning to burn at your eyes, slipping down your face as your body flailed about under Kafka's touch. Her thumb was increasingly pushing down on your swollen clit, while three fingers spread you wide open, continously moving in and out. The stimulation on your cunt was beginning to get to your head, and any sensible thoughts tjat you had left, were quickly beginning to disappear.

"I wanna hear you beg," Kafka muttered, reaching her free hand up to tug your gag down to your neck, letting you suck in a gasping breath. "Be a good girl and beg for me. You'll be rewarded, I promise, if you do."

"S'to much!" You gasped, choking on moans and whines as you looked pleadingly up at the woman. "S'becoming to much! I- I can't- I can't hold-"

"You can handle it." Kafka stated, not paying attention to your useless pleas. Even if it was actually to much, she wasn't going to stop until she was satisfied. "Hold on just a bit longer, m'kay? Just beg a little more for me."

She was pushing you to your breaking point, you knew that, but you were at the point of just giving in to her. Your fighting was useless up to this point, and would letting Kafka use you whenever she pleases really be a bad thing? Your mind didn't think so.

"Please l-let me cum, I can't-" You let out a strangled moan, back arching off the bed again, pushing your hips harder against Kafka's hand, trying to sink her fingers in deeper. "I need to cum!"

"You need to cum?" Kafka repeated, her voice quiet as she moved to kiss against your ear, her smile evident against your skin. "So then cum. Cum for me, sweetheart."

It was like she pressed a button, because as soon as the words left her mouth, you froze, crying out loudly and body jolting as you let go. Kafka slowed down her thrusts as she felt your cum coat her hand. She hummed in satisfaction as you came, nuzzling her face into your neck.

It was you finished, laying breathlessly under her with a dazed look in your eyes, Kafka knew. She knew you were finally her's, and she was going to drink this up till you were absolutely nothing. Just how she wanted you to be.

ENDING NOTES: The way I wouldn't 100% mind giving control to these two...

[konigsblog]

demon-könig who is sent to corrupt reader :3

[clariqueenzz]

Come, let the trial begin.

; the sinner of greed. [click for better quality on mobile]

[galleriangalleymarlon]

I AM IN MY EVILLIOUS ERA HEHEHEHEHHEHEHE

(GALLERUNO IS CANON BECAUSE I SAY SO)

[blutroterwein]

"Alle anziehenden Leute sind immer im Kern verdorben, darin liegt das Geheimnis ihrer sympathischen Kraft. Wenn man sich auch wünscht, tugendhaft zu bleiben, stellt man eines Tages fest, dass die wirklich glücklichen Augenblicke jene gewesen sind, die man der Sünde gewidmet hat."

Oscar Wilde

- eins meiner lieblingszitate

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

Well that man is Me

[anastasi-a-us-satani]

The christian woman in the cabin

Rachel came home feeling a latent sting of frustration. Church had been good actually, the sermon had been convincing, the worship nice, the people even nicer but still… something was not right. Something was missing. Maybe it was the constant lack of change in her life. Work was boring lately. Her friends talked about the same topics they had been talking for years now – same politics, same church stuff, same private problems… Her divorce after her husband had cheated on her was almost like a highlight in her boring life. Just after she had discovered his infidelity, she had been furious. A few weeks later though all she felt was relief. Her marriage too had gotten boring and meaningless. Nothing had been wrong really but she felt like it had been lacking anything worth living for. Now here she was, coming home from church, having a good life, being a good Christian woman in her late twenties, but…

Maybe she needed an adventure. Maybe she should go on vacation for a while… Maybe a trip overseas would be helpful… Just thoughts though... Rachel placed herself on her comfortable armchair on her balcony. Her thoughts seemed kind of stuck, so she got up again to get a drink. She did it not only once during the early afternoon hours, so bit by bit she relaxed. She noticed she hadn’t been relaxed for quite a while and enjoyed the feeling to come into her own, letting the sunlight caress her skin. After the sunlight had heated her body and her sweat trickled down her skin she decided to put on her bikini. The warm summer wind touched her almost nude body, suddenly Rachel realized a long forgotten feeling: She felt excited… sexually excited. She realized that somehow she had successfully suppressed her sexuality for a long time, even during her marriage. Or maybe especially in her marriage. Feeling it now again, it was like leaving a prison she had gotten awfully used to, she had not even realized anymore she was in it, and the emotions coming with it were pure freedom. She swore to herself to never get back into that prison again.

Slowly Rachel let her hands move over her body and felt a freeing flow of pleasure filling her body, the relaxing emotions deepening, all she knew was that she wanted to go with the flow, wanted to let go of everything restraining and suppressing in her. The more she let go, the more she felt excitement boiling in her blood all of which seemingly was aiming for her erogenous zones. Mainly her pussy was going from a latent glow to an openly burning fire. The more the burning grew, the more her conviction grew, she had to do something to satisfy her lust… but no… Christ would never agree to it, would he? For her it was clear that Jesus was the Son of God and His very word. She was devout in her faith to Him. She couldn’t disobey Him. She needed to find another valve for her sexuality and though she wasn’t convinced it was right what she did, she went back to just touching herself. More and more she focused on her heavy breasts, that hung firmly from her slim female frame. Feeling the pleasure she couldn’t understand how on earth she had been able to neglect them for so long. The more she touched her meanwhile very hard nipples, she felt the urge to move a hand down to her pussy. Slowly she followed that urge and it was like a revelation when her hand finally reached the sanctuary of her pleasure for the first time since… she couldn’t even remember when. She felt like entering heaven… though she secretly knew that what she did wasn’t what heaven or God wanted to give her at all.

She was so into it that she almost didn’t notice the heavy motor bike driving down the road in front of her house. She couldn’t see it from her balcony since she hid herself from the view of the people on the road but since the bike was loud obviously, its presence was revealed to her eventually even though she was almost lost in her lust. Curious as she was, she caught glimpses of the driver through her balcony balustrade. She saw how he had parked his bike next to the road and seemed to want to get some rest and flex his stiff muscles. Oh, and boy, did he have muscles. He wore a sleeveless leather jacket so she could see how his biceps hulked with every move he made. His whole attitude showed an aggressiveness Rachel always thought she would despise. Wouldn’t she have been drinking for hours and been quite horny for a while, her good Christian prejudices probably would have kicked in but with all the alcohol and hormones in her blood, she didn’t find herself deterred… at all. She didn’t even think about it much but she felt an intense surge of excitement flowing through her body, mainly through her abdominal area. Still not thinking much she put on some flipflops, a robe over her bikini and went down the stairs to the street. “You can’t park there.” She blurted out not being able to think of something with more sense. The hulking biker turned slowly to face her. When he saw her, his lips changed into a mocking grin. “I can’t? I think I just did.”, he replied flatly. Somewhat taken back and impressed by the man’s self-assured demeanor, Rachel didn’t want to give in and let him make a fool out of her too easily. “The owner of the property doesn’t like people park there and even has called the police if someone has done so.” “Even if that was true, honey, do I look like a guy that cares?” The surge of excitement through Rachel’s body grew stronger as she admired the brute confidence that emanated from his presence. Her pussy started to get wet. “Well, I’m not saying you look like…” “To be honest with you: Whatever you might say, I just don’t care...” Provocatively he looked her up and down and added: “…though… if you invite me into your apartment, I might agree to move my bike.” Amused he noticed what effect his words had on her. He sensed how his aggressiveness had struck a nerve in the gorgeous woman standing in front of him. “No, hold on. I’ve an even better idea. Since you obviously have a weakness for bad boys like me: My cabin is not far from here, just a few miles down the road in the forest. Why don’t you hop on my bike? In that case I would gladly remove it from here and I would show you why you like us bad boys so much.” Astonished Rachel realized that she actually considered to comply. And in just a moment it was clear to her that it would bother her for weeks or maybe even her whole life if she wouldn’t take the chance to experience what might be the most exciting adventure of her life. She hesitated just a few more seconds then she walked towards the bike and swung herself onto the back seat. “Fair enough. I’m Rachel. Let’s go.” The driver of the mighty machine didn’t hesitate at all, as he hopped onto his bike as well.

Rachel was amazed by herself. She just had jumped on a bike with a random guy, a bad guy as a matter of fact. She didn’t know if the guy was actually dangerous, maybe even a threat to her life but now it was too late anyways. Maybe it was because she was still under the influence of the alcohol, maybe she was just too ready for an adventure for whatever costs, or it was just her lechery that made her feel relaxed, even euphoric. She clutched to the biker in front of her as to clutch on a newfound life. His virile scent worked like an aphrodisiac on her senses. She was so high on emotion she wanted to fuck the guy right here on the road. She even wondered if fucking was possible while they were on the bike. All she could think about was fucking. Never in her life had she been as horny as she was now. She started to dry-hump the bikers back. The drive through the forest to the foreigner’s home was not far but still it took far too long for her way too long suppressed lust. When they finally reached the cabin, she swung herself from the bike and barely let the guy get down from it before she jumped on him wrapping her arms and legs around him. The guy laughed at her eagerness. “Easy, easy, bitch. I’ve got nothing to do than to fuck you all day and night so don’t be such a bratty, impatient slut…” “You have no idea how long I’ve been patient. I’ve been a patient Christian lady for all my life, so shut the fuck up and make me your bratty slut at once!” Her fingers clawed in his immense biceps and her mouth attacked his poorly shaven face, sticking her tongue into his astonished open mouth. The guy didn’t take long to be surprised but just laughed, grabbed her slim frame and put her down on the ground. He brought her face right in front of his bulging pants. Rachel didn’t need to be told what to do. She opened his belt and ripped down his pants revealing an impressive piece of meat. She smelled his cock right away. She smelled the scent of a day on the bike, the sweat, the smell of a dick that hadn’t been cleaned after having taken a piss. She didn’t mind… rather she was turned on even more and without any hesitation took the beautiful cock and started to lick at it. She licked off the sweat from its shaft adoring the texture of the visibly throbbing veins, then she focused on its head. She savored the vile taste of the rancid urine covering it with an ever-growing lust. After she had cleaned it up, she put it into her mouth sucking at it like her life depended on it. All the while Rachel smiled inwardly of what she, the good Christian woman, was about to do. She felt like God was watching her strongly disapproving but she just couldn’t resist, sucking the gorgeous phallus even more. She didn’t have a lot of experience but she was passionate and perceptive. Soon she figured out what made Mr. Badboy feel pleasure. The situation itself however and the fact that Rachel was nothing less than a drop-dead gorgeous woman was exciting enough for the guy to feel lust he hadn’t felt in a long time. What made him go totally crazy though was the chain with the cross hanging from the foreign lady’s neck dangling with every sucking movement she made. He put his powerful hands on her head grabbing her hair with his strong fingers, then he started to pound his mighty cock into the Christian slut’s mouth all the while screaming in his mind: “Yess!, Yess! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!”

[doriansbutt]

I’m very late to the party but I’ve been searching for something to keep my attention while I wait for other games and just finished @anathemafiction ‘s the golden rose and??? I love it??? Notto loves Hadrian oh man what a fun route this is gonna be 🥺

[cendrilloncd]

oh also I got gallerian marlon in pjsk if you even care

[worshipbeginsontheknees]

Thots and prayers for the day:

Be me, in a church. The weight of my many sins consumes my very being. He sees me from afar. My blasphemy radiates from my body like a painful aura, brighter than any light the winged beings of his heavens could summon forth. I am beautiful. I am cursed. I am broken. He believes he can save my mortal soul.

I go to the confessional. The grain of the wood feels like home as I sit. The thick scent of anointing oils permeate my senses. Even the screen that separates us now as he enters, echoes with the judgment to come, though not spoken.

I am his child. I am broken. I hurt in my bones. I do not deserve his forgiveness. He feels my suffering, knows this may be the first, but likely not the last time I will come here. But the sorrow, I wear bereavement like arousal and he feels that stirring beneath the cloth cage of his cossack. He should send me away, cast my penance like dice from his hands and let them fall where they may. To walk away.

But he holds those unseen instruments of fate in his mind as he moves to beckon me to join him. To be seen and understood. To push past that threshold into his personal space. An interloper. A temptation against the temple of his body. An affront to the guardianship of his being. He feels that melancholy note that hovers between us and he wants to cradle it, nurture it. How he mourns the joy he has never seen upon my face.

How he longs to see it.

Shaking breaths are deafening, the tremor of how wrong this is warbles through the air. Forbidden and necessary.

"Come to me, my child. Come to me. Let me see your eyes."

We stare at each other in stasis. Perhaps this is enough. It can be enough. It can sate the longing that crawls through the broken glass of blood in our veins. He tells me to show him where it hurts.

"Everywhere. Everywhere."

He knows God by name. He speaks with angels freely. But never has he felt moved by an act of mortality such as this. There are no more deities, only this. Only the need to serve. To fix the broken parts. I came to pray. To beg him.

Tell me why he is now on his knees, clinging to my body. Tell me why he begs for sacrament and to taste my grief on his tongue. Explain the reverence with which he parts my thighs and buries himself there. How does the warmth of his breath against the entry of my own temple seem to be the only way salvation will find me?

He speaks psalms against the places he should not be, wraps his tongue like a rosary around that bundle of nerves that sings hymns when he calls. He can fix me. He can fix me.

Ardent in his prayers, his hands grip the altar of my thighs to part them further and cast my demons out. I am to crumble against the divine, I will fall anew. He begs me to be unburdened, to baptize him in the waters of my suffering and become clean.

There, I break. I am broken. I am broken.

I just want to be clean again. I just want to be clean again. But I pour my sins upon his mouth and soon he will ascend, rise like the sun itself before setting against the skyline of my welcoming arms. Soon he sinks in those hidden depths and bathes in my longing. Drowns in those waters, trying to save me. As the light consumes him with fervor, he weeps in awe of this ethereal moment.

He came to save. He left enrobed in my blessings, already counting down the moments he can prove his devotion again.

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