#tw: corruption

[tteokdoroki]

tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.

megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.

he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.

megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.

maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.

he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.

flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.

but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care

because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3

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[thecountoflondonfansite]

The Count of London: Adrian Barton

The main antagonist of this au. Adrian Barton was the epitome of a mad scientist. He even had his own mad science laugh. Adrian was friends/rivals with Victoria Frankenstein. Adrian's mother died after giving birth to him. His father....he was a literal monster. Adrian ran away from home when he was 12. He has a phobia of chickens after having to spend the night in a chicken coop. As an adult, Adrian soon met his wife named Jessica Moore and they were married. Adrian was working on a formula for eternal life. He believed that this formula would not only help preserve the lifespan of dying species, but also help people medically. He believed his formula would give doctors more time to find out what is wrong with a patient and find a cure before they died. Or at least give people time to say goodbye to their loved ones. Unfortunately there were a group of men who were jealous of Adrian’s skills as well as fearful of what his “mad science” would create. They believed he was crazy to mess with life and death like this. They felt threatened by his work and progress. The leader of these four was jealous that Jessica Moore, someone he wanted to marry, was with a lower class person like Adrian. Soon they would act on these feelings of jealousy and greed.

-One day a young woman's body was found murdered in the woods. The four men weren't responsible of it but they used this opportunity to frame Adrian for the crime. They made claims that Adrian had killed the young girl for his own twisted experiments. That he used her blood and life in his eternal life formula. During Adrian's trial, they used their influence and wealth as well as connections to make sure Adrian was found guilty. Since Adrian didn't have a noble position and title (as far as they were aware) the poor man was immediately found guilty and sentenced to life in prison. Though one of the conspirators was more manipulated and somewhat forced into framing Adrian. Adrian was sadly found guilty and placed behind bars. His wife Jessica was made to marry the leader of the conspirators, the one who wanted her to marry him in the first place. This happened because of her family trying to save their reputations.

-While in prison, Adrian tried working on his formula but he never properly finished it. He drank it one day out of desperation as he feared that guards or other inmates were coming to kill him because they were paid off or something. Adrian didn't know if this was paranoia or madness making these realizations inside his brain. The formula made him immortal, but there were negative consequences as well. It made him more vampire like in his genetics. He developed a blood lust which was manageable. He also had vampire like stamina, strength, and agility. He was immune to vampire weaknesses like sunlight and holy water. He could also still eat and drink regularly like a human. With his formula Adrian escaped from prison, but discovered a devastating truth once he got out. His beloved Jessica died in childbirth and the man that caused all his pain and suffering took another wife and left for Scotland.

-Adrian Barton became a broken and wrathful man that day. He vowed to get his vengeance not only on those who wronged him, but on high society itself as he views this system the reason behind his torment and his wife's demise. He soon began his scheming and planning for 35 years. All the while he wasn't aware that the child Jessica gave birth too, a boy, wasn't his tormentor's child, but rather his own. -In the present timeline of The Glass Scientists, Adrian Barton has brown hair and green eyes. His wife Jessica had blond hair and brown eyes. Adrian has his hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was once a kind man. He was a mad scientist and impulsive, but he was also generous and friendly, willing to help others. He was also a bit mischievous and sarcastic. Now Adrian is cold blooded man. He is completely insane and only strives for blood and wrath on those who falsely imprisoned him. He has condemned all members of high society to a heinous demise as he views them all like his accusers. There is only one man Adrian has decided to spare from this horrific fate. A man who looks very similar to him and his deceased wife. Adrian seems to hold some compassionate and kindness for one of the co founders of The Society for Arcane Sciences, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

[carlos-pereria]

[cismale and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CARLOS PEREIRA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [HENRY ZAGA]. You must be the [THIRTY ONE] year old [SOCIAL WORKER]. Word is you’re [COMPASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [FOOLISH] and your favorite song is [PAST LIFE BY TREVOR DANIEL]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!  @aurorabayaesthetic

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tw: religion, corruption

stats

name: carlos pereira

nicknames: n/a

age: thirty

faceclaim: henry zaga

occupation: social worker

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bicurious

birthday: july 5th 1993

sign: cancer sun, libra rising, aquarius moon.

ethnicity: spanish, native brazilian, italian & portuguese

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: brown

hair color: dark brown

height: 6’0”

tattoos: none

piercings: none

likes - dislikes- headcanons-

Born to a teenage mother in Aurora Bay, Carlos Pereira's early days were marked by uncertainty. But fate had a plan for him in the form of an adoption by a local pastor and his wife. Raised in the nurturing environment of the church, Carlos grew up with a strong sense of faith and community.

Growing up in the nurturing environment of his adoptive family, Carlos was instilled with strong values of compassion, empathy, and faith. However, his formative years were deeply intertwined with the workings of his adoptive father’s evangelical church, an institution that held considerable power and influence within their community. As he matured, Carlos became increasingly involved in the church’s activities, eventually assuming the role of a young pastor.

Despite his affiliation with the church, Carlos stood apart from many of his peers. While others preached judgment and exclusion, Carlos found himself drawn to those on the fringes of society, offering them support and understanding instead of condemnation. His genuine desire to help often led him to unconventional avenues, where he sought to make a difference in the lives of those society had cast aside.

However, Carlos’s altruism would soon collide with the darker realities lurking within the corridors of the church. As he forged friendships with individuals from marginalized communities, his actions drew the ire of his adoptive father and the church hierarchy. Unwilling to compromise his principles for the sake of conformity, Carlos embarked on a journey of self-discovery that would shatter the illusion of his once-idealized faith community.

As Carlos delved deeper into the church's inner workings, he uncovered a web of deceit and manipulation. Financial irregularities, abuse of power, and even whispers of coercion cast a sinister shadow over the once-hallowed institution. The church wasn't just a place of worship; it was a breeding ground for exploitation and control.

Despite the mounting evidence of corruption, Carlos struggled to reconcile his faith with the ugly truths he uncovered. The same sanctuary that had nurtured him now seemed tainted, its lofty ideals tarnished by the actions of those in power.

When he finally mustered the courage to confront his father and expose the truth to the congregation, he was met with disbelief and anger. The church, once a pillar of his existence, crumbled around him as the faithful grappled with the revelation of their leaders' sins.

With his faith unshaken but his eyes opened to the harsh realities of the world, Carlos embarked on a new path. Enrolling in university to study social work, he sought to channel his compassion and empathy into tangible action, striving to make a difference in the lives of those in need. Graduating with distinction, he emerged as a beacon of hope in his community, his reputation as a kind-hearted advocate preceding him.

Joining the local community board, Carlos found his true calling, serving as a voice for the voiceless and a champion for the marginalized. His journey from the confines of a rigid faith community to the boundless expanse of social service was marked by resilience, integrity, and an unwavering commitment to his principles. Though his path had been fraught with challenges and adversity, Carlos Pereira emerged stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever to enact positive change in the world around him.

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[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover

You got Jokerized

This happens to Izuku. He might not have the make up, but he has that smile and those eyes of his. He even killed the OG and took his place on the throne. He plans on making everyone "smile", and has Harley all over him. Deku will now be a name to fear.

Izuku Midoriya, aka Deku, the Mad Genius of Crime, the Green Rabbit of Death, and the Laughing Green of Madness smiled so wide and insane like that it almost was unrecognizable from the kind and bashful smile no thanks to certain dip of madness and freedom of the truth.

How his emerald green once hold the shinning hope and determination to make the world a better place for future now hold the cruel, nihilistic delight in causing death and suffering and destruction for no reason but to amused himself with a howling, hellish laughter and a wonderful smile on his face.

He even killed the first Joker and claimed his throne as the Clown Prince of Crime and ushered a age of chaos across America and Japan with his legion of followers who saw the same thing he saw after his rebirth.

“Mr.D. The latest batch of SmiledZ is done and ready for usage.” Harley said to her boyfriend/new boss after he killed her old one which should enrage her but excited her beyond reason and logic.

“Thank you Doll.” He thanked his Doll with a maniacal grin as he grabbed her thin, voluptuous body and gave her a big smooch on the lips.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Disillusion - A Lady Corva AU

Tw: Character death, amputation, corruption, dark idea.

There are realities where Becky becomes the hero known as Wordgirl or a villain with a new gimmick or the same name. Other realities have Becky hop onto the villain path earlier or later in her villain career. What if there is one reality where Becky did plan to become a hero, but something happened that made that dream of hers dash away for ever, replaced with a new path.

The scene sets one day when a 7 year old Becky Boxleitner along with her monkey Bob, and her dad Steven were visiting Steven's sister who lived in another city a few hours away. So the visit happens and Becky's aunt suggests that one day, they visit the local park. Since the park was close to her aunt's house, they walked there together. The group passed by some buildings when suddenly an explosion happens right near them. Becky and her family are caught in a battle between a hero and a villain. Becky gets separated from Steven, Bob, and her aunt. Her vision is obstructed by the chaotic battle. She soon finds her dad and Bob but it is a grisly sight. The hero was tossing rubble to hit the villain and they missed. Steven and Bob who were frantically searching for Becky were in the line of attack. Bob pushed Steven out of the way to save him, but he ended up getting slammed into some broken metal beams by the rubble, causing him to get impaled as he bled to death. Steven got knocked out by some fallen debris and his right arm got squashed underneath some walls. Poor bewildered and scared Becky screamed, pushing at Bob and Steven, trying to get them to get up so they could leave and get to safety. The villain sees a crying Becky and an injured Steven and dead Bob. This villain was a bad guy but still had morals. He yelled at the hero to stop the battle and to get these injured civilians out of the way. This hero though was corrupt and only cared about fame and glory. They didn't care who got hurt as long as the villain was captured. So the villain rescued the three himself and it resulted him getting captured. At the hospital, Becky definitely suffered through a traumatic experience with seeing Bob dead and her dad seriously injured. Becky stayed with her dad and wouldn't leave his side while he was knocked out. Becky's aunt was injured from the battle as well but not as bad as her brother was. While there Becky saw on TV the hero talking who claimed the tragic deaths and injuries were the fault of the villain, making the hero look like a saint and the villain look like a monster. Becky frowned in anger in confusion. That wasn't true at all. The villain saved her and her dad. The villain cared about their safety. The villain did the hero's job. It was the hero who was the monster. When Steven woke up, Becky told her dad everything that happened. She asked him so many questions. Becky: Daddy. That hero was being a bad guy. They didn't care what happened to us or Bob. They only focused on stopping the villain. The villain saved us. I don't understand daddy? You wrote in your book how heroes are supposed to protect people and stop bad guys. To care for other's as well as their own health. Why was that hero so...corrupt? Becky could only stare as her dad developed a dark look at her inquiries. Steven told her the truth she learned too early. That not every hero was like the ones in his book. Most were corrupt and greedy individuals who only cared about themselves and looking good to the public. He wrote that book so young and upcoming heroes like her would be different, be better than the old generation. To be like those who are sadly too few and too far gone. That day, Becky's fantasy world of heroes and villains shattered. The illusion broken, Becky silently told her dad she didn't want to become a hero anymore. With one good arm, Steven hugged her tightly, he didn't blame her for her choice. That day Wordgirl would never come to be. A new type of hero would rise instead in the future. Her name - Lady Corva. @dualnaturedscientist

@melodythebunny

[joyousjunelynne]

wonder how that’s going for him

[sam-spooky]

im like 5 years late to the tma fandom but hello

[nando161mando]

Rehabilitation, not Devastation. Fuck The Police.

[m1ss1ng-d0g]

Guyssss shes hereee

[crybaby-bkg]

not to make it too catholic but touching urself in the confession box as u beg priest choso to touch u and pull louder noises from ur dirty mouth

oh my goodness I hadn’t even considered that……….

he gets so frustrated with you. refuses to look at you through the tiny holes, fights the unyielding need to get even the slightest peek of where your hands lie. he has an idea though, from that repeated wet squelching noise under your soft hiccuping and mewing.

“you’re taking away from the people who need this.” he snaps at you, hands fisted in his lap, entirely too close to where his cock tents his robes. he expects you to cower, to repent, apologize—something. but instead, you’re moaning even louder, knee bumping the side of the confessional as you spread your legs even further.

“but I need you,” you whine to him, a siren call, a serpent, a devil, that pervades every inch of his pure mind.

and when you tire of your own antics (he convinces himself, even though he knows it’s because you cum around your own fingers) and wipe your wet fingers on the only barrier that separates you, he sits for a while. tries and tries his damndest to fight the evil that is you, but he can’t help the tiny lick to where your slick glistens on the barrier. just a taste of temptation, just a nibble from an apple.

[silvcrignis]

Keira isn’t a I CAN make them worse kind of woman. She’s an I WILL make them worse type. She’s the goddess of Dark Sides while she does have certain firm values & boundaries she enjoys being corruptive force. She always wants more. The more unhinged her partner is the more it fuels her own internal hedonism. This woman is insane, absolutely but terrifyingly calculated. The less of a soul you have the more room for darkness after all.

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Fusion Mundane & Prison Warden AU

The warden Chun-Li has been abusing her powers to hit on her prisoner in Ryu. Her guard Cammy shakes her head at this since this is low... that is until she sees another prisoner in Ken and immediately does the exact same thing. Hypocrisy at it's finest.

(Flirting) (Abusing Power)

"Come to my office, Number 45. You are going to have another long discipline for your misconduct." Said Warden Chun-Li who smiled a shameless smile as she made her way to her office not even looking at the prisoner.

Cammy watches as Warden Chun-Li once again abuses the power and authority of her prison to again harass Ryu who has a look of displeasure and resignation on his face as he walks up to the warden's office with the air of a man who wishes he could fight back against the abuse and unwanted advances from the obsessive woman.

"What a cruel and wasteful abuse of power." Cammy commented in disappointment at her friend's behavior as this was very low in her opinion.

Her blue eyes glanced over to another prisoner who was sitting in the corner, all by himself. A tall and well-muscled blonde-haired handsome man.

With a smile on her face she walked toward to Ken Masters, the disgraced (and if rumors are true framed) businessman in order to discipline him for his slovenly behavior.

"Mr.Masters. You've been a real naughty boy are you~?"

Hypocrisy at it's finest.

[tacticalprincess]

older boyfriend!könig who withholds sex from you at first, insisting that he won’t fit, you’re not ready yet. in reality, he’s training you, making sure you’re desperate and addicted to it before he’s even inside of you. slowly turning you into a slut for him, ruining you for everyone else.

he gets off on corrupting you, teasing you and putting you in vulnerable positions you never thought you’d be in, then acting like it's your fault when you get needy and messy.

he'll hold both your wobbly legs out of the way with one large hand and bully his thick, throbbing dick inside your now transparent panties, slotting between your soft folds. he groans at the way your needy pussy lips wrap around him, enveloping his length in warm, sticky heat. your hole pulses around nothing, the pretty tears pooling in your eyes from need make his heart clench and cock kick against your puffy clit. his free hand pulls the straps of your camisole down, groping your supple breasts. you try, adorably, to buck your hips into him, mouth ajar while you beg for something you don't even understand. he’ll tsk meanly, feigning disappointment. tightens his grip and pins you down.

"don't be so greedy, häschen." voice low and condescending, makes your brain go fuzzy. "rubbing yourself on my dick like a dumb slut. beschämend. perhaps i’m spoiling you too much. should i stop?”

vigorously, you shake your head, holding onto his strong forearm to keep him close. you’re not sure why you can’t seem to stay still, let him take care of you. “‘m sorry, please.”

“sweet girls relax and take what’s given to them. i always know how to make you feel good, no?"

once he's satisfied with you squirming and whining below him, he'll finish all over your glossy, twitching pussy. pulls your panties up, slaps a firm hand onto your clit and makes you go about your day with his seed dripping down your thighs. leaving you feeling gross and ashamed, but achey for more.

[sleepy-hijinx]

Man, too bad we never got this deleted splatfest theme before final fest

I’d probably choose team divine, and I’m not even a big shiver fan!

[nemesyaaa]

losing my religion // dark!cult leader!rafe x innocent!reader

summary ; god loves you but not enough to save you.

warnings : mentions of religions. manipulation. cult. smut. corruption kink. small town church trope. religious trauma. purity/innocence kink. slight of god complex. first time. dark/soft!rafe. mentions of murder. sweet lamb trope. coercion. smoking. little age gap. heaven goal. mentions of size kink. glorification. be careful with the warnings. minors DNI.

author's note : it's around 5k words. pfiouuuu. televangelism by ethel cain playing in the background please. credits to @ickyrafe for the concept.

“ father, will i go to heaven ? ”

“ father, will i be this good all my life ? ”

“ father, where was god when i thought he was there ? ”

“ father, did god let me sin on purpose ? ”

you lived in a small remote village, the kind of town where everyone knew each other, and where there were no secrets. well, you thought there were no secrets because everyone here was a true and firm believer. all the locals lived for god. and you would do anything for him and for your ticket to heaven. you had been baptized as a baby and had grown up as a child of the lord, and his most faithful angel. you have acted so well since your childhood and were sure that your death will be a pleasant trip to paradise.

you went to church every day because you always had something to say to god, to ask him, to make him understand. you prayed to speak to him, for him to see you, for him to hear you, for him to know how grateful you were for the life he had given you. your parents had always recommended that you cherish your existence, but also everything that happened to you, the misfortunes as well as the pleasures. life was neither all rosy, nor all white, nor gray or black. you were the only person to give it color. so your religious sister told you that you just needed to know how to paint, but that sometimes you would fail, you would fail but that it didn't matter. because you will make a masterpiece again sooner or later.

you were a devoted child, a faithful lamb with no anger inside, but above all full of love. you gave it to everyone when god had taught you and commanded you to share it as much as possible, that it was this feeling that would bring peace on earth. and who did not want peace, who did not want to please his creator? you were a good girl, so sweet and innocent, the kind sweetheart of the town, incapable of harm or sin, always dressed in your white dress and your little black shoes. you wear everything that can please god. you walked through the church hallway to join the choir, holding the candles. the world had his eyes on you, but especially this tall man lodged in the dark corner.

this man was not god and you knew it, because god would never look at you that way.

you wouldn't know how to describe this gaze on you, but it made you uncomfortable. you continued to move forward, holding the flame preciously against you. you sang with your angelic voice, glory to the almighty, glory to the one who made your existence so beautiful, to bring your back to life every time you felt, and this guy was still staring at you like you were the only person that existed, like the world had taken away the entire universe except you.

maybe you were an angel. after all, you were among the Lord's faithful.

you had never dated a man in your life. your parents and god forbid you, because you needed to stay pure for the good one. you had to remain virgin and clean for your future husband. you were forbidden to look at them, touch them or talk to them except for church activities. you were so loved by god so you had no right to sin, no fucking right to betray him. you had to remain as intact as the mother of everyone, as virgin mary.

you were as holy as the bible, the treasure of the creator. you were devoted like a lamb to his owner, as the followers to the cult leader.

you had never experienced something like touching yourself, making yourself feel good, and anything that included carnal pleasures. you didn't know about pornography, sexuality and lust. you walked away from it as if it were the devil. you were unable to make your god mad, you were too scared for that.

you were faithful to the lord. you helped the people of the village, homeless, the destitute, poor children, the elderly, you helped the world become a better place even when it seemed to be turning against you.

at the end of the mass, everyone, the priest had sent you to collect the funds from the locals.

you were standing in front of the steps. people were always kind and smiling to you as you were collecting funds for the church.

and you had been waiting for this voice to come at you.

“do you really want to go to heaven ? ”

you turned to face the man from earlier, the one hidden in the benches. you answered him with the sweetest smile, and the most nervous look. "yes, i do everything to go there. am i not good enough ? "

“everything?” the stranger had laughed kindly, but it had offended you slightly with that soft giggle.

“ why are you laughing ? this is not funny. ”

“ slow down, baby. you're too pretty to get on your nerves. ” he had pulled out a cigarette.

“will you forget God for a second and be an angel to me ? ”

“ God is in my heart, is in me. i can't forget him, even for a second. he's the reason why i'm living. ”

“ be sweet, angel and light it for me. don't say no, your divine father is watching you, you don't want him to catch you refusing to help a stranger and be mad at you? ” you looked at him with strange open eyes but you accepted. because he was right.

you didn't know how to say no to people. God didn't teach you to say no. people needed to help the people.

you lit his cigarette, and during the whole process he looked at you, his glare scanned your face. you were staring at him, and saw your own silhouette in his eyes, your shadow dancing in the perfect blue of his pupils.

you felt the heat in your cheeks, the burn of his gaze on your skin. you were unwell. you didn't like this situation, the unsteady feeling, the stranger proximity.

when you met him, you felt like a sinner more than a believer.

but he smiled at you. the soft kind of smile that made you forget everything, that made you feel so dumb.

“would i go to heaven now?” you teased him with a small laugh to echo his words.

“not yet but i can help you if you want if you're serious about that.” he answered.

“ i'm serious. ” you were really curious, and he had your full attention. you knew it wasn't good to talk for that long with a man. especially, older. but you took the risk.

you should have stopped when he complimented you because your parents said that men who are nice to girls like you always have bad intentions. but there was also something so charming and bewitching about this man. the way he was adorable. you didn’t see the evil in him.

“i really want to go to heaven, i swear on my life, sir. ”

“ sir ? such a polite thing but i'm not that old, sweetheart. i'm tall, not too old. ”

“ anyways, i really want to go to heaven !! ”

“you already said it, doll. i think God is tired of hearing it now. he wants proof, you know. he needs to see how devoted you are to him. ”

“how can i prove it to him?”

"i know God. i talk to him every day. i am his ruler. do you know what that means? that i am the one who decides for him whether people go to heaven or not. i am his most loyal servant, so he trusts me.”

“are you really connected to God?”

"you are too. we all are but the difference is that i can take you to heaven. i promise you." he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently , a tender and unique gesture that made you shyly smile. “i’m not an angel. not yet.”

"yes, i assure you. i knew it as soon as i saw you in that church. join me." he announced with a warm voice.

“you have always been divine, i never doubted it. you have to go to heaven, you understand? you can't behave so well, be so charitable and disappoint God? and you wouldn't dare doing it, don't you, pretty lamb ? because do you think he will forgive you ? no, sweetheart. you will be punished and rejected like every sinners. ”

“ you're wrong ! God loves me ! ”

“you don't understand. you must be perfect until the end, you must be a great god masterpiece, not his biggest failure. you can't just be the chorus of this choir, be the beautiful thing who holds the candles at mass, the kind soul who helps others. you can't be just that when i can offer you even better and absolutely everything you want. any of your wishes. join me and i will make all your wishes come true, i will make you the new face of the paradise. i will make God see you everywhere. ”

"it seems so unreal...i don't know..."

he had cut you. he didn't want to give you time to think, leaving room for the barrier of doubt."you have to join me, isn't that what you wanted? for me to find you? if you believe in god, you have to be a good girl, make the right choices. "

“okay….” you finally agreed.

he waited for you in his car, one hand on the steering wheel. and you joined him inside. there was so much euphoria in you. you felt like you were doing something so right, so you had this goofy smile on your face.

"does God think i'm a good believer ? i pray every day, i attend mass every time, i sing in the choir and in my rooms all the songs dedicated to him. i only have the Bible as a book and i read it all the time. i can't do anything wrong. i'm good, i promise, i'm good. ”

"is that true? you'll have to show me so I can tell."

“I’m going to pray for you too.” you added. “I pray for all the souls in this world.”

“oh yes my angel will pray for me. i want to hear your prayers, all your prayers about me. but not in front of me. "

“ why ? ”

“ seeing you bent on your knees for me will make me sin. i wish you could see the kind of temptation you are. ”

you had arrived in front of a mansion. you were so flustered and nervous. you didn't understand what you were doing in front of this place, and why he had brought you here. he took your hand, reassuring you with his touch, and guided you inside.

you were not alone. there were other people, women and men. all dressed slightly the same, as if there was a regulation outfit. the atmosphere was strange, a little sectarian. there was an organ playing in the background, and everyone was looking at you kindly so you tried to relax.

"don't be afraid. they're like you, they just want to go to heaven. can you understand?"

you nodded and he showed you around all the places. he even showed you a room and said it would be yours. she was pretty, absolutely perfect but she wasn't yours. not that of your house.

"I'm not going home?..."

"what do you mean? this is your home now. we're a family."

"a family? i have parents, they will worry…”

"i thought you wanted to be close to God. were they lies? you know, you shouldn't joke with religion, and with words. if you want to be a good little christian, if you want to go to heaven, it is to me, and only to me, that you must be devoted.”

"I...I...no, i promise! I'm sincere! i'm sorry, really, I'm sorry. " you now felt terrible. there were so many tears in your eyes, you couldn't even see the room clearly.

the man smiled before taking you in his arms. "it's nothing, you just need to be clearer with your words, okay? I'm your only savior, you don't need others.”

he had wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I have a gift for you…” he whispered and you found your smile again.

no one ever gave you gifts. it was so rare. “open it” he told you.

it was a dress. not the one you usually wore. “you have to put it on. don't you want to shine, shooting star ? ”

" now ? "

"now." his voice was a little firmer.

“i can’t change in front of you…” you admitted. "you're a man...and I'm a girl...it's sinful, it's like having sex! we have to get married to have that intimacy. "

he smiled and laughed. "you've never been naked in front of someone? you've never left this body in front of someone else?"

he had approached, slipping up behind you, towering over you with his height, his hands resting on the corners of your trembling shoulders.

“my sweet thing, it’s as if you’re begging me to corrupt you.”

“what do you mean?”

“that i must see this body.”

" Is it bad?"

“What would be bad, angel, would be to upset me.”

he had pulled the tab of your dress to lower it a little. there were shivers in your body. you felt like you were doing something wrong.

"you're not doing anything wrong. this is what god wants you to do. he told me."

" It's true ? "

“ only the truth. just now. i wouldn't dare lying to you, my sweet. ”

there was nothing you could refuse god. If it were his will, you would do anything.

"but I've never done anything like that? I always thought it was wrong, that I didn't have the right."

he pulled your dress down to the floor, your naked body revealed in the mirror. you could feel his gaze growing more intense as he took in everything you had shown him. "is my body okay? I mean, this is the first time anyone has seen it so..."

"sweetheart, I've never seen anything so beautiful. but I don't just have to see it to judge it, I have to touch it. will you let me ? "

“Lust is a sin.”

“do you want to know my name?”

you had just now realized that you didn't even know his identity. you nodded your head.

“rafe.” he spelled it. “ you must know my name to pray for me, but also to glorify me.”

“glorify ?”

"you must glorify me. salute me and worship me. these are the rules if you want to go to heaven. you must be devoted, I told you.."

" fine…”

he sat on the bed, and you moved closer but he stopped you.

"no, no. all this sweetness but no useful brain ? ” he mocked. “ to worship me, you must be on your knees. ” he said, crossing his arms on his chest.

“ treat me as the same way you treat your god, angel. because this is what i am to you. i want to see your legs bow down for me, i want to see them treading the ground up to me. i want to see that precious look at the same height of my knees, let me see that head lifted up to glory me. "

he had lit a cigarette, the fourth since you had spoken, and had smiled when you started walking on your knees towards him.

he pressed his hand against the growing bulge in his pants.

“open your mouth.” he commanded and you obeyed, and he slipped his cigarette between your lips. “don’t smoke it, hold it only. don't go against my rules. can i trust this dumb baby brain for once to not disappoint me ? ”

he had taken off his pants, with his boxers. and you turned your head, strongly ashamed by his action.

he mocked gently. “in your place, i would not look away, that would avoid unpleasant surprises when this thing will be buried inside your virgin cunt, sweetheart. ”

he had retrieved his cigarette, and turned your head towards him.

"I can't believe you've never seen one. you've been such a good girl to me. you've been waiting for me. "

“will god hate me?”

"it's not god you have to fear, it's me, sweetheart because I'm the only one who will decide for you from now on. do you understand? I have to be sure that you are deserving."

“how can i show it to you?”

“give me your hand. let me guide you...do you trust me? ”

“ i trust you, rafe. ”

he had positioned your hand on his cock which was already hard. you shivered. your hand was clumsy around his painfully boner. yet you had heard him let out a grunt.

his fingers moved with yours, accompanying you in his lewd movements. you had god in your head, heart and body but your fingers fisted around that thick dick made you warm and good. you hated that feeling, but you can't deny the pleasure. it was the first time. you weren't used to it. you moved back and forth with little confidence, while he kept your grip around his bulge. you followed his back and forth, pumping him with fragility. you weren't sure if it felt good but his muscles had tightened.

your fist slid over his length, your hand working massively. your touch was divine, he threw his head back. you could feel his abs twitching in synch.

“open those legs. let me see that sweet untouched pussy. i'm gonna take such good care of it. are you still trusting me ? ”

“ yes…”

you didn't want to. it flowed between your thighs, the wetness spurted in a mess on the floor. and you weren't sure if that was a good thing. you couldn't tell if it was pleasure or not. it was new to you.

“trust me, you don’t want to make me repeat that a second time. do you ? ”

and that was enough for you to bend to his will.

"you feel, baby ? the sweet mess between your legs ? don't hide from me. ”

you continued to masturbate him up and down. you turned him on so much that he already wanted to come in your hand. his cock twitched in your hold and his balls slapped repeatedly against his skin.

"does that make you feel good? do I need to do better? do you want me to put my lips on..."

he had cum on your face. and you stepped back in surprise. “let me clean you up…”

you came back to him thinking he was going to wipe you but he caught his seed with his fingers, and brought them to your mouth. “if you don’t want me to put them down your throat, you better lick them now.”

you lapped up every last bit of cum on his fingers until they turned white again. you knew he was serious when he threatened you. "that wasn't really a warning, I'll do it someday. I really want to use every part of your body. and you'll let me. yes ?”

“whatever you want...”

he smiled and stroked your hair. “you learn quickly.”

you didn’t really know why but his recognition made you happy. she had an impact on you. you needed, and sought, his validation. it promised you to be even closer to god, to show god that you were faithful to him.

you had this urgency to please rafe, to show him that you could be really good.

for rafe, you were another girl that he led into his cult, another lamb in the troop. you were perfect, you always had the profile. he knew it as soon as he saw you.

he had come to the church only to see you. he attended every mass and ceremony hoping to corrupt you. you were so innocent, so kind and so sweet, and above all, you were ready for anything.

you prayed every day and read the Bible. so you had a desire, a goal, a faith.

he had placed you on his legs, his hands caging your waist, wrapping each part of your hips. “I’m going to make you an angel.” he had said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet entrance.

“I’m going to go to heaven?”

"it's heaven that will beg for you to come to it, I can even say. but you still have to do one thing for me..."

“tell me. I’ll do anything.”

" good. i really want you to take that dick. show me how much you want to reach eden, i want to see god in you when i'm fucking you. i want to hear prayers in that mouth for how i make you feel, how perfect i am to you and that sweet cunt of yours.”

you rubbed your dripping pussy against his cock, feeling the feverish, leaking tip against your slick folds. you had gently entered him between your impenetrable walls until now, letting out a long and loud moan when you felt his dick getting even harder inside you. It took you several bounces on his thighs to get used to, your pussy stretching around him. you could feel every inch of his length filling your canal but also widening it.

his large hands covered your ass, gripping the gummy flesh of your cheeks, his body moving and following your movements. he had grabbed your face to force a kiss from your already open lips, sliding his tongue against yours. a drool dripped from your jaw, as your pelt slammed and bounced violently against his. your hands were around his neck, trying to keep up the pace.

seeing you struggling and jiggling, he laughed. “even if you had prayers, you couldn’t even say them, too fucking dumb for that shit, right now ? ”

and it was true, you weren't even able to say a word without gurgling. you had tears streaming down your face, your moans were locked against rafe's glossy and pretty mouth, and you were trying hard to take his big cock as best you could. his dick was stuck between your sticky walls, your breasts hitting her toned chest.

“keep going, you’re perfect…” his smile was evil because it motivated you.

you were riding him without even being able to think. you were a fragile little thing doing bad things with a bad guy.

but you wanted to please him. you wanted rafe cameron to think you were good and deserving. you wanted to go to heaven, so you did your best.

and he knew it. you had broken your purity for him.

you were convinced to do something right, convinced that god saw you and that he would be proud to see you so devoted to him.

you didn’t see the harm. you were an angel and you let a demon corrupt you.

you had succumbed to man and his vices, you had let sin enter into you, and let it do you good.

rafe knew what he was doing. you had been his prey. and he couldn't wait to see you at his feet, to make you his perfect doll that he could handle so easily.

because it was only the beginning before you were completely his, completely in control of you, choosing what you eat, what you want, what you wear, what you think.

you were his and his only.

you were his nice girl, not god's one, the one who smiled at everyone, who always prayed in the church pews, who helped those most in need.

he had found you and snatched you from god. because it wasn't him to whom you owed your life. you were wrong and he had to correct that.

you were an angel, and he loved seeing you cry for him. your tears was made for being looked by his ocean eyes, to felt loved by his kisses.

he was completely buried inside you, plunged so deep that you were completely dizzy. and every time you thought he couldn't go any further, he surprised you. you were pretty sure he could put a baby inside you right now, just from the way his cock thrusted inside you, invading your shaking body.

you had squirted and cried, accompanying your tears with apologies. "you're fine. it's just means you liked it. it will also happen to me, angel. don't worry.”

the more he called you angel, the more you began to believe that you were one. you had squirted again but now you weren't scared anymore because he had reassured you. you had been afraid that it would be a disgusting thing and that he wouldn’t want you anymore.

but it was so strange. he was both gentle and cold.

“stop...I’m going to be pregnant!”

"that's not how it works...but if that's what you want, I can take care of it...whatever the angel wants.”

after that day, your life had been totally different, completely transformed by rafe.

you were part of this community now. you were all brothers and sisters, united for a common goal. you always prayed. but above all, you were completely manipulated. you were so controlled that you forgot your family, your friends, your entourage, your involvement in church. only god remained with you. he was still there.

you wore the outfits rafe wanted you to wear, you ate the food he wanted, you only talked about topics he allowed, you became someone else. you were what he wanted you to be.

but one night you heard god. you were sure it was his voice in the darkness. you were sleeping in rafe cameron’s arms, his bicep resting on your stomach. it was strange to see him sleeping like a child when he behaved like that.

you had begun to follow god’s voice in the darkness, your feet pacing and pacing through the empty hallways. the light guided you, it was he who accompanied you. he pulled you out, into the huge garden.

“do you think you can leave? do you think you can leave me ? are you that fucking dumb ? ”

Rafe’s voice made you jump. you weren't sure if you woke him up because you were a quiet person. but now he was in front of you, and he really didn't look very happy.

"I have to leave..."

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

“god spoke to me.”

"oh really? god may be talking to you but you need to listen to me. aren't you grateful for the life i gave you? didn't you want to be good? you're tear up your ticket to paradise. just bury yourself alive at this point."

tears had started to fall down your cheeks. you felt trapped because you didn't know who to listen to. god or this man?

your feet moved towards rafe. as you approached, his arms stretched out as if to reassure you.

“i’m sorry….i'm really sorry…..”

“i know you are but you also know that it’s not enough.”

“so tell me what i need to do to be good enough? ”

“you must sacrifice yourself. ” he said with that deep serious tone.

you looked at him with fear. you couldn't kill yourself.

“ i can’t kill myself, rafe…”

“i know, angel but don't worry, i will. ”

“ what do you mean ? i always did what you wanted me to do, i always been so good to you, i never be against you and your rules ! you promised me heaven, you promised me....everything. was that a lie ? you 'ever be serious to me ? answer me...never ? rafe, i was all what you wanted me to be, even that was not enough for you ? ”

“ i really wish you were. any last word, baby? ”

“ can you at least shoot me in the heart ? ”

“ tell me why...”

“ it's the last part of me you never took away from me. but now that i will die, you can take it. it's all yours. ”

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Corruption chuuya because I love him.

I,,,, kinda went even crazier than usual with the coloring for this one,,,

Realized after drawing this that dazai saying "be normal" is kinda ironic