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Jjk imagines- Nanami Kento an answer to your prayers

18+ content ahead!!!

Synopsis: in which you come back home and you go to your old childhood church with your parents… only to meet a new pastor.

containing: smut with a plot, pastor/priest kink, blowjob, handjob, piv, unprotected sex. (Not very detailed, just testing the waters with this)

“You’re going to love him, he’s a lovely Pastor. Brings a new… young full of life energy the church needed.” Your mother tells you with a certain look on her face. As if she was almost stuck in a daydream. You fold your arms over your chest, walking in between her and your father.

Yes, your mom was practically drooling over a man in front of her husband- your dad. And that man being none other than a Pastor of the church that you haven’t gone to since you were seventeen years old. And when you went, the Pastor was far from hot. He was a wrinkly old man who lectured you about the nose piercing you got at sixteen behind your parents backs.

That obviously evolved to other piercings… not visible to the eyes of others. “So you’ve said mom, the last six times.” You huff out, and she giggles like a schoolgirl. “You’ll agree with me, even your father does. Don’t you, hun!?”

Your eyes peer up to your father who has a small smirk upon his lips. “Mhm. He’s a great young man. He’ll do amazing things with this church like his uncle did before him.” He states confidently and you raise an eyebrow. “His uncle was Pastor Jo?” You grimace, now you know for a fact you’re going to hate this man. He has the same blood as someone so… irritating.

“Yup,” Your mother pops, leading the way into the building. Waving hi and greeting others as you pass them. Forcing you to do the same and stop for a few. The same spiel about how old you are and how they haven’t seen you since that horrible phase you were in as a teenager.

Little did they know that phase never left, your body covered in little tattoos and a septum flipped up into your nose. The piercings underneath the clothing you wore. You’d smile and laugh, agreeing on how silly that “phase” was.

And then your mother clings to your arm, acting like she was a fangirl and her favorite musician was standing before her. “There he is! Pastor Nanami!” She suddenly shouts, earning a few stares but nonetheless earning the attention she was yelling for. You squint your eyes, attempting to get a good look before he comes closer.

He wore that typical clerical collar, his hair was blonde and that was quite literally all you could see from the distance between you guys. Until he excuses himself from the conversation he was having with some older gentleman. Making his way over to the three of you. Your face was scrunched a tiny bit as you observed him. Shamelessly I might add. His attraction was more than your mother could even explain. The man was like a sculpture made by God himself. Picked out to be the most perfect man your eyes have ever laid on. It was absolutely ridiculous.

You were in the middle of your parents so you obviously caught his eye quite fast. He gives you a polite smile before speaking to the two beside you. “Hello, Mr and Mrs. [Last Name]. This your daughter the two of you have told me so much about?” His voice was silky smooth, deep and just the tiniest bit raspy. But it sounded like butter being spread on a perfect toasted piece of bread.

Your face dropped at the sound of it. Not only was this man incredibly handsome- making you agree with your parents on something, but his voice perfectly matched him. And all it made you do was think very, very… impure thoughts inside of a church. “Yes! This is her, [Name] this is Pastor Nanami Kento!” Your mother overly smiles, nudging you forward. Not giving you the chance to not take his hand.

You grunt lowly, shooting your hand out. “Nice to meet you, I’ve heard quite a lot about you [Name]. I hear you’re a tattoo artist.” He smiles and you glance over to your parents in shock. Surprised that they would tell their Pastor that. They’ve always, always. Been against what you do for a living.

“Uh, yeah you too. Yes I am. Is that a problem with you, Father?” You decided to tease the man as you firmly took his hand. Looking up at him through your eyelashes. Not in a flirtatious way but a way to let him know you are not going to take any of this seriously and that this… is not your scene.

He lets out a deep chuckle, squeezing your hand back. “Not a problem at all, all of God's children here are welcome. We do not judge or discriminate here. Especially not by their interests.” His other hand joins in the handshake, sandwiching your smaller hand between both of his now.

“And I’m sorry to inform you but Christian Pastors are not normally called Father.” He says in a quiet tone and shivers go down your spine. “Ah, don’t be sorry. I’m still going to do it though.” You take your hand back with a laugh. Your mother shakes her head, pinching your side at your antics. An amused smile appears on his face along with a flicker of darkness to his eyes. Something you almost didn’t catch. But you did.

“Well, I shall not put an end to that if that’s what you wish to call me.” He fixes his posture.

“Thank you for introducing me, it was a pleasure meeting your beautiful daughter.” He bows his head to your parents, they thank him and let him leave to talk to other people before the sermon begins.

“What do you think?” Your mom whispers in your ear with a smug look on her face and you roll your eyes. “He’s okay. Seems to be a little eh to me.” You say and you know for a fact that you’re lying. That man was perfect. No wonder your mom was talking about him the way that she was last night over the phone.

And his Sermon started, everyone quickly taking their seats. Your parents hurriedly got their front row seats on the wooden benches. And as it started you noticed all around you just how much Pastor Nanami was respected and loved in the building.

The way he got everyone entranced within his words, on the edge of their seats and just listening to him. Taking in everything he was putting out. Well… everyone except you.

You had no interest in what he was saying, your eyes wandering numerous times to his belt- and below. You couldn’t look away from him.

Your parents were surprised by how quiet you were. How still and respectful. When you were a teenager you’d be on your phone, chewing and cracking gum. Not a care in the world. Your mother was proud, thanking the Lord that he brought someone you’d finally listen to. Find Jesus and be on the right road.

Only that was far from the truth. You were not listening, your head was filled with thoughts of fucking the Pastor right then and there in front of everyone in this room. Leaving hickeys on the man’s neck to show that even a church leader can’t hold down to celibacy.

Your thighs plush tightly together, biting your lip to control yourself.

And Nanami… oh sweet, innocent Pastor Nanami. As he’s up on stage, talking and engaging with his people of the church.

He caught himself repeatedly staring down at you. Catching eye contact numerous times only to look away first. Your gaze was hard on him and surprisingly it made him nervous. Him. Nanami Kento who was a stern man. Known for his easy going nature. Never really anxious about what others think.

You made him nervous.

Not only that, you were making him think sinful things. Sinful things that could ruin him.

But as he spoke, the thought of you on your knees before him… “praying.” Kept repeating in his mind. He had to hurry this up somehow. Sweat was beginning to form on his neck.

•••

“This- this has to be- hah… the last time, Angel.” And there the Pastor was, balls deep in your tight little pussy. You bent over his desk, nails gripping onto the wood with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “M-mhm~” You mewl out with a smile on your glossy lips.

His dick pistoned in and out of you, he watched as your pussy took him so well. Swallowing him whole. His hands laid on your ass, subtly spreading your ass cheeks to get a better view of what he wanted- no, needed to see.

“I-I’m seriousss.” He puffs, leaning over your back while still humping into you, leaving kisses on the back of your neck. He felt dizzy, he could barely think. That’s what your pretty little cunt did to him. Left him drunk and stupid. “It’s not right- I sh-shouldn’t be doing this.” He groans into your ear, one of his large hands trailing up and down your side.

Nanami knew he spoke of heaven and how wonderful it is to his people of the church. But he thinks this was even better than whatever heaven is waiting for him up above.

Hearing the way your cunt gushes around him, the way it speaks to him for more. Pleading and begging for him, a prayer only he could hear.

“But I loove it, Father Kento…” Your face turns back to him with a pouty expression and your doe little eyes pleading up at him.

This had been the third time you and the Pastor had intercourse. The first time was roughly three days after meeting him on that gorgeous Sunday. You went to Wednesday’s Sermon and later that night you decided to stay to help clean. Only to leave you stuck in a conversation with Nanami until everyone left the Church. And now you can’t get enough of him ever since that night.

You don’t know if it’s the thrill or what. But the adrenaline rush along with the pleasure he gives you, you weren’t giving up on this any time soon.

Nanami’s eyes darken at your words, he slips out of you harshly. You go to talk with disdain but he roughly stands you up before shoving you down to your feet.

“You love it? Love what, Angel?” His once whimpering, pathetic demeanor is long gone as he stares down at you with his shirt half unbuttoned and his pants seemingly missing.

His collar was a mess, red kisses not only smeared on the white plastic but all over his neck. It only turned you on even more.

“What do you love, c’mon tell me.” He orders and without skipping a beat you give him your answer.

“I love your cock,” You start, your hands going to his dick immediately. Rubbing it up and down, your own pussy juices being a flawless lube. Nanami reacted immediately to your touch. His abs flexing and contracting.

His tip was angry and red, ready to burst at any second.

“I love the way I can feel all of its veins one by one against my walls. Like it was made just for me.” You plant a simple kiss upon it causing it to twitch. Showing how much he’s enjoying you like this. His mouth begins to gape open at what you’re doing. “I love how pretty it is, how it curves in the most perfect, perfect way.” You purr out.

You were admiring his cock in your hands like it was frail and easy to break. Being careful with it as you hold it in your hands. Your words become almost incoherent as you were practically doing this for yourself now.

Complimenting and praising his dick like it was the most prized possession. In this case it was to you. You don’t think many people have gotten the chance to fuck Pastor Nanami.

“I’m done with the words now.” He growls, taking his cock within his own hand, his other hand grabbing the back of your head.

“Your next few actions need to match your words of admiration. I want to feel how much you truly appreciate this cock.”

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xetlynn · 2 months ago

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Arcane imagines- Claggor

Old Friends, pt. two

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Part two to [this]

You felt as if your body was buzzing all over. Almost as if it was rejecting whatever was happening currently. You were experiencing and seeing things you’ve never thought was possible. But even during everything you were still on the lookout for your little brother.

Panicking and crying out his name, throat tickling by the straining being done to your vocal chords. Fear filled your entire being. Until finally it all comes to a halting stop and your torso shoots up from a lying position. Gasping for air as if you had been underwater for a long period of time.

Your hand flung to your chest, clenching- almost clawing at it as your heart beats quickly. Once your vision unblurs you’re scanning the area. Taking in the scenery. “Ekko?” Your voice was feeble, small but not hoarse like you were expecting it to be. It was gentle. More than normal. Shakily getting up from a rather large mattress.

“Ekko?” A whisper this time. Of course there wasn’t a response in return but still you searched around the room as if he was hiding. Reminding you back to when Powder and him were young, forcing you to search for them. Only this time you weren’t positively sure he was to be found. “Oh, you’re finally up!” A deep but oddly familiar voice speaks.

You jump, grabbing onto a candle holder and pointing it over to whoever just scared the shit out of you. Threatening them with the metal stick, glared and panicked eyes staring at the figure in the doorway. Steps get closer, unsheathing the person. “You gonna hit me with a candle holder, sweetheart?” He comes into view and instantaneously you feel your heart drop along with the metal that clanged against the wooden floor.

Without even thinking your body moved on its own, running over to him and pushing yourself onto him. Arms flinging around him. “Claggor?” Tears built in your eyes as you cling onto him for dear life. He grunts against your tight grip, hugging you back nonetheless. “You okay? Have another one of those weird nightmares?”

His colossal size hand rubs up and down the small of your back. You whimper in response, not able to speak. He stays silent though, figuring you need to just hold onto him. But once he hears that little sniffle and his shoulder beginning to wet he attempts to pull you back.

The strength of your hold doesn’t let him though. “You were dead.” You hiccup. And Claggor believes he understands. “That type of dream, hm?” He takes your arms, forcing you to let him go and he makes you look at him in the face. “I’m here, mkay? I’m not going anywhere for a long time.” He assures you.

You take in his features. How strong his jawline is and the fact that he’s not wearing his goggles. This isn’t YOUR Claggor. He’s Claggor, somehow. But it can’t be the same one from all those years ago. You examine him, eyes wandering all over his face. “You- you’re so pretty.” You murmur, your small hands compared to his grab onto his face on either side.

Turning his head side to side. He smiles at your antics, letting you do whatever you please. “I’m pretty?” He repeats and you hum out a tiny “yes.” He chuckles, you were practically on your tiptoes as you do this. He’s incredibly tall. Almost a giant compared to you. “You had quite a glow up.” You comment, hands now trailing downward to his arms, squeezing his biceps.

This time earning a full on laugh from the man. You pause momentarily to glance over at his face. A twitch of your lips going upward, it’s been so long since you’ve heard that laugh. “Very large…” You say mainly to yourself but he hears. “You’re silly, but as much as I hate to cut this short, you need to go get ready. We have to go meet Pow and the others at The Last Drop.” He pecks your forehead before standing up straight.

You furrow your eyebrows at the name of the bar you haven’t heard in what felt like forever. “I’ll go make us some coffee while you get yourself dressed.” He tells you before leaving the room and shutting the door behind himself. You stand there idly, not knowing exactly what drawer is yours. Or even what’s happening at this moment.

You head to the first dresser in the room that's about a foot shorter than yourself. Where multiple picture frames sit, pictures of you and Claggor wearing nice, neat clothing. Smiling happily and holding onto one another. Another picture beside that one where you sit atop his lap in a white lace dress.

You look down at your left hand that adores a single silver band. “Married?” You gawk at the simple but beautiful wedding band before looking back up at the pictures. Multiple group photos with Powder, Mylo and Ekko. No Violet?

There’s even one with Silco? What the hell is this universe?

You snap out of it, remembering that he had said you have to be somewhere. You try to think where you’d put clothing. The third drawer? Pulling it open and luckily on the first try you were right. You take out a pair of pants and a regular shirt. Not knowing exactly what to put on.

You turn around and spot a mirror nailed onto the wall. Your face scrunches, not recognizing who you’re looking at. Stepping closer to it. Your hand touches your weirdly unscarred face. Eyebags gone and you look… healthy? Your skin seemed to be less pale. Were you taller?

A few knocks are heard at the door and you snap your head over. It creaks open just slightly. “You okay in here? Taking a bit longer than normal.” He snickers, coming in and placing down a mug filled with roasted goodness. “Oh, sorry. Just a bit out of it.” You smile, crinkling your eyes. He takes a sip of his own mug, waving you off.

“You’re fine sweetheart, some dreams mess you up.” He shrugs and as he stays standing there the two of you just stare at one another. “You gonna change?” He asks, pressing his lips into a thin line. “With you in here?” You defensively question.

“Sweetheart? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. What’s different now?” He raises a brow and your face grows warm. How stupid of you, in this universe the two of you are married. “R-right. Um, can you close your eyes? I’m feeling a little… self conscious this morning.” You lie and his face softens but does as asked. Closing his eyes for you.

You let out a sigh of relief. Roughly taking off your pajamas before shuffling on clean ones. “Okay, done!” You huff out, carrying the dirty pajamas in one of your hands. “Awesome.” He comes over to you, grabbing the laundry from you.

•••

As you’re walking through Zaun you’re amazed by how bright and happy looking everything is. Instead of the darkness and fight people went through back home. Your home.

Your hand fit nicely in your husbands as you enter the bar. The energy was different from when you were a teenager. Sneaking into the bar to see what was happening. “Hey lovebirds!” A voice booms and you feel like you were going to cry already. “Vander!” You smile, letting go of Claggor’s hand.

“How are you doing, [Name]?” He asks whilst making a drink and you beam. “I’m good, rough morning but nonetheless good. How are you?” You sit down at the bar. To him you were acting as if you hadn’t seen one another in months when in reality it had only been a few days. For you, it had been what felt like an eternity.

“I’m alright,” He chuckles, peering back to your husband who shrugs his shoulders, his hand going to your hip and laying there. An action that causes you to tense up, gazing up at him. Relaxing and smiling at him. He does the same in return. “Is uh… Is Benzo around?” You anxiously ask, hoping that he’s not dead in this universe as well.

“Ye-” “Am I around? Acting like I’ve died since the last time you’ve seen me!” Your face drops and you spin around, almost falling off as you do so. Jumping off the chair to pull him into a hug.

“Oof! Woah there!” He pats your back, letting out a small laugh while doing so. “You and your brother sure are acting weird today.” He comments and you let him go, gripping onto his shoulders. “Where’s Ekko?” You spit out.

•••

And now you’re with him, standing where your home would be in your guys’ universe. Empty, showing no signs of life. “I can’t believe you said that to her.” You grimace and he nudges you. “It wasn’t on purpose.” He defends himself, causing you to laugh. “I know but you do not have a way with words. Like at all.” You bare your teeth.

“And you’re married in this universe. That’s crazy.” He changes the subject to which you roll your eyes. Looking down at the ring on your finger. Fidgeting with it with your thumb. “Yeah…” You trail off.

“Is it weird? For you?” He asks and you tilt your head. “All of this is weird, Ekko.”

“No I know, I just. Powder or Jinx whatever is still alive. I never truly experienced her actual death. You experienced Claggors. And to see him alive? How does it feel?”

You stay quiet momentarily, chewing at your bottom lip as you truly think about what he’s asking. “It’s strange. Hearing his voice- a deeper version at that. Seeing what he would’ve grown into. What we would’ve grown into.” You blink away tears harshly. “That this is never possible where we come from. That the last time I ever saw him was dead against a wall with Mylo on the other side of me. Somehow I lived.” You avert his gaze that focused on you as you spoke.

“I- I hate this as it’s a reminder that this isn’t mine. But I love it, selfishly because I can have him here. I can love him here, proudly and loudly. Not having to grip onto a pair of goggles whenever I want to see him. I can just go… see him.” You overly explain to him as a singular tear falls down your left eye.

“You don’t plan on leaving with Heimerdinger and I, do you?” He quietly asks and you look up at him. “I couldn’t do that to you.” You answer him truthfully.

“But if I told you I think you should stay. Would you?” The both of you sit down against the large wall. Your silence was an answer within its own but he repeats himself. “Are you telling me I should stay?”

“I think you deserve to be selfish for once.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. “I’ll think about it.” You rasp, closing your eyes.

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