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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

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min1check · 4 months

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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

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

pt 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together.

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

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

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

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

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

I was crying internally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Boo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

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

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

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

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

My mouth dropped to the floor.

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

“…”

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

I’m actually going to kill myself.

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

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

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

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

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

The Joker awkwardly patted my back.

“Here’s some more money Princess.”

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

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

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

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

He kissed me out of literally nowhere.

My blood went cold again.

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

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good.

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darklinsblog · 11 months

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Instructing Pleasure | Lucerys Velaryon

Summary: As you are soon to chose a husband, your brother Luke, realizes you know nothing of sex. so he decided to teach you.

Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x TargaryenReader

Warnings: Smut

Part II

Author’s note: Basically following Targaryen traditions, yes. If you want to be added to the taglist of HOTD please lmk!

Born as the last child and only daughter of the marriage of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon brought a lot of attention, as you were a bloody living imagine of both Sir Laenor and Rhaenyra.

There was absolutely no way anyone could question your offspring and truth be told, you became the next Realm’s Delight but your giving nickname was the Enchanting Ember.

People of King’s Landing adored to watch you turn into the beautiful young lady you now were, and ever since your birth it was easier to mitigate rumors of your brothers potential “bastardy” so you quite literally, brought the family together.

Your mother had become Queen, as it was planned from the very start, Jacaerys had taken more responsibilities as heir to the throne and to start your mother’s regency on a happy note, Jacaerys and Baela celebrated their union.

Lucerys was a year away from becoming Lord of Driftmark, which meant he was also soon to celebrate his arranged marriage.

By this time you were sixteen and overall you had no political obligations like Jacaerys, Lucerys or Joffrey, but by your age both your mother and Daemon, who was very much your father, thought it was the perfect age to start looking for potential suitors.

There were in no rush to marry you, in fact, the simply wanted to give you enough time for you to choose your spouse, therefore, giving you the freedom of choosing your fate.

As your focus was now to find a husband, you began to take more care of your appearance, you had to represent your House, you had to present yourself as the rightful daughter of a Queen.

Your brothers noticed this, especially Lucerys. Both of you were very close since childhood, always sitting together at family reunions and dinings, but one night he noticed his perception of you, was changing to him.

It was no surprise when you were coming late for the supper, it was quite usual of your character and Lucerys was chatting with his brothers when the doors opened, reveling you in a rosy- silver gown, with your hair falling on your back yet perfectly arranged, not a single hair out of place.

He lifted his brows in awe, suddenly feeling a notorious lack of air in his lungs, truly everyone was mesmerized, from your uncles and aunt to your own brothers and parents.

“Forgive me all, for the tardiness” you gracefully excused yourself as you walked slowly to your place at the table, Luke was quick to react and help you sit beside him, you looked at him with a smile, you were always smiling at him but this time, his cheeks rapidly turned red as he finally took his own seat.

“You look divine, my dear daughter” your mother, Rhaenyra, complimented you and soon everyone else at the table did too. It was so obvious that Lucerys couldn’t keep his eyes away from you,

He was truly at the loss of words by the sight of you and your unique beauty, your clothes accentuated every curve in your body, how your breast were showing from your dress, not too much, but enough to make him want to see more…

What in the fuck was he thinking?!

It was nothing like him to have such sinful thoughts, much less of his sister, but he wasn't looking at you as his beloved sister, but as a woman that awakened a blinding desire.

For the next weeks, Luke tried his best to keep his emotions at bay, but whenever his eyes laid on you, whenever he heard your sweet voice, calling his name, your laugh, anything at all, his knees would shake.

He knew it was best if just focused on his own duties but against his better judgment, he offered to serve as companion and counselor even, in your quest of a suitable husband.

Your mother allowed it, because being rational, Luke was betrothed to Rhaena for long enough to be a good advisor.

What could go wrong?

Basically everything, because now Luke and yourself were practically joint to the hip, always chatting, walking, inspecting suitors.

He would even crack a joke or two about some of your prospects.

“This one isn’t much of a charmer, is he?” He muttered in your ear, making you hold back on a laugh, resulting in a grimace.

“You promised to be nice” you reminded him on the low

“You deserve more than just nice, dove” he said on a more serious note, because truly, he meant it

Lucerys was enjoying his privileged position because he could have you near, but he could not ignore the fact he became jealous of you, whenever a suitor caught your eye or when you were receiving generous gifts and praises of this men.

Because you were the Enchanting Ember. Of course men from all the lands were coming just to have a chance at earning your hand.

Your quest was soon to be over, only three men were left as the legitimate options; so to make something out of this event you had another family reunion.

Evening was going quite nicely, between the chatting, the small dancing and the food, it all seemed to be ending on a very high note.

That was until your drunk uncle Aegon, stood up and dangled his cup up in the air, spilling a few drops of wine on the table cloth.

“I wish to make a toast” Aegon slurred, everyone at the table shared glances between awkwardness and somewhat amusement.

“To my lovely niece Y/N! You have grown quite nicely but soon you’ll become a full woman as a complete stranger puts his cock in your-!”

“We’ve heard enough, Aegon” Alicent deadpanned, sitting him back down.

Everyone in the room went awfully silent and when Luke turned to meet your gaze he only found eyes of deep confusion, you were trying to look at your parents, but they avoided your gaze knowingly.

Had they not explained to you what was supposed to happen when you were married?

Helaena took Aegon back to his chambers and as we was dragged away both Rhaenyra and Daemon tried to approach you, but you took a few steps back.

“I’ll go back to my room” you spoke breaking the absolute silence.

“Y/N…” Rhaenyra murmured, but you ignored her and left the room at a fast pace, Lucerys looked at his mother whom looked awfully troubled.

“I’ll go see her” Luke eased her mother as he followed your steps, as he reached the door to your room he opened it quietly to see you in some sort of wrestle to get your corset out of your body.

Your maidens were a few feet away from you, not sure what to do in this scenario.

“May I?” you jumped, looking at your brother with embarrassment, you slightly nodded, right now the only thing you needed were truly familiar faces.

Luke dismissed your maidens and they closed the door behind them, after being left alone, the black haired prince approached you from behind, resting his hands on your and enclosing them tightly.

“Talk to me, please” he begged

“Luke… I’m not like you or Jace or even Joffrey, my only duty to this realm, to our mother is to marry a good Lord and I don’t even understand what my marital duties entail” you explained distressed and ashamed of yourself.

Lucerys placed his hands on your back, freeing you of the restraining piece of clothing rather easily, then, he exhaled deeply.

“Sex”

He said finally, making you turn in your heels, you were looking for further explanation, because still, the word meant nothing to you.

“You know how you must give birth?” You nodded quietly

“Sex is what a man and a woman must do, so that you are with child” he tried his best to explain as his cheeks were tinted red.

“Okay, but what does the act entail?” You asked, right now he didn’t know what to do, or even what situation was he getting involved in, but out of nervousness his gaze fell on your breast, his eyes went down instinctively scanning the thin fabric of your dress, it would be so easy to…

Then something clicked inside his brain.

“Let me show you” he said.

Before you knew it, you were out of the castle, dressed in the dirty rags pacing down the land in the quiet night.

Until you reached some strange place filled with all men and women. Luke was holding your hand tightly, guiding you.

“Where-“

“Shhh!” Luke shut down almost immediately, you were perfectly hidden in the shadows, your ears pricked as you heard some really strange notices and Lucerys instructed you to take a peak.

What you saw was beyond your wildest dreams, this people were all naked, you saw the men inserting their cock into different holes of the women’s bodies, fingers going in and out, man and women both having their cocks and cunts even on their mouths.

You just could not bring yourself to look away, too impressed with the scenes before you eyes.

The raven boy saw how aroused and mesmerized you were and carefully sneaked his hand inside your garments, causing your breath to become more faltering.

“This is what sex is” Lucerys whispered in a husky voice, his hand found it’s way to your core as he started to place long and sloppy kisses around your neck.

Your whole body was pulsing, tingling, burning all at once, every sensation was new and intoxicating, even when you couldn’t see his face, you could feel his hot breath on your neck, his breathing getting more elaborated, how firmly he was grabbing you.

He was touching and playing with your folds expertly, he wasn’t forceful, instead he was methodical, quiet even as he entered a single finger inside of you.

You had to catch your breath quick, the feeling of his digit inside you in that moment was pure insanity.

“Luke…” you moaned as he pumped up and down into your walls, groaning at how your insides clenched on a single finger of his; the more he pumped, the more your walls were constricting him and even as he heard you moan under your breath, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He plugged his finger out of you, earning a whimper from your lips and then he turned you to face him, to look him in the eyes.

So he could finally kiss you.

It was a kiss full of lust, need and urgency, the kind of urgency only lovers could understand.

Lucerys felt as if he was in Valyria, he was deep into the bliss over the sensation of your lips on his, of your tongues dancing gracefully with one another, he just kept clinging onto you for dear life, drawing you impossibly closer to him.

Out of the lack of oxygen you both pulled away from the kiss, but you were still holding each other.

“Do you want this?” Lucerys asked before this could go to the point of no return. He wanted you, desperately. But he would never do anything you wouldn’t consent to.

“I do” you confirmed, Lucerys felt the air in his lungs almost purifying with your answer, he smiled widely as he took your hand in his again.

“Let us go then, the castle is a better place to fuck” he jokingly said, making you giggle and soon Lucerys was almost dragging you at full speed back into the castle.

This time around though, he led you into his room and as soon as the door closed Luke was all over you.

He kissed you and lifted you from the ground to finally place you on the bed with gently and start removing your clothes one by one, you applied the same principle on him until you were both fully naked.

Both of you took a moment to soak in the sight of the other as all was very new.

“Fucking hell. Your body is utter perfection” he said truly mesmerized.

You blushed madly at his comment, smiling as he sneaked closer and closer to your face, he kissed you softly before going down to your neck, now intently sucking on the your soft skin, while his hand made its way back onto your core.

As Lucerys reached the valley between your breast, so did two of his fingers inside your folds, this time around, your sounds of pleasure were louder, which he absolutely adored.

His fingers were curling and pumping inside your cunt as his mouth was swirling and sucking on your nipples harder and harder.

For the first time in your life, you felt yourself hot and growing wetter under Luke’s skillful ministrations. Your nails were starting to dig into his shoulders, as you couldn’t control the sounds coming out of your mouth.

“God, Luke!” You moaned close to your edge, although you couldn’t put it into words, Lucerys could definitely feel it and so he stopped abruptly.

“Why did you… stop?” you said almost out of breath and notably flustered.

“Because I wish to feast on you” he said smiling wickedly before positioning himself between your legs and pulling your core closer by dragging you down by the ass.

Before you could even let out a sound, Lucerys had started to taste your, running his tongue up and down your folds, poking at your very center with the tip of his tongue, he went in all possible directions, sucking on all the right places.

Out of instinct and completely drunk in the moment you placed your hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place and even pulling him deeper.

“Y-yes! Luke keep g-going!” you begged in ecstasy, a knot was tightening around your stomach and you needed a desperate release.

Lucerys Velaryon was, quiet literally feasting on your juices and no matter how much you squirmed nor moved, the man was on a mission, a mission to make you ride the fuck out of your own ecstasy.

At this point there were no words, just incoherent sounds of absolute pleasure and even as you felt yourself come undone, Lucerys wouldn’t let go and instead, drank every drop of what you had to offer to him.

When he was done, Luke found your eyes, pleased with his doings as he could tell it had been successful to the purpose of making you cum.

The sight of you, glistening in sweat, with heavy breathing and rosy cheeks was arousing to extends he could not describe.

His cock was undoubtedly hard as he towered over you his green eyes seemingly darker and lustful.

“This will hurt, but I promise it won’t take long before it’s pleasure what you feel afterwards” he explained to you calmly, you placed your hands around his neck

“I trust you, Luke” you both smiled at each other and still looking at you in the eye, he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly entering you.

You gasped at the strange sensation of him being inside you and as he went deeper you understood him completely.

You could feel yourself adjusting to his size, and yes, it wasn’t comfortable, truly you did feel a pain you had never felt before.

Luke got your mind of the pain as he kissed you passionately and you reciprocated immediately, his cock went slightly in and out of you, trying to give you time to familiarize yourself to the sense of him fully inside you.

Just like Luke had said, the pain at one point turned to pleasure, your whimpers were now turning into moans as Lucerys placed sweet kisses on your cheek.

“Luke… please fuck me” you pleaded him and he was quick to answer to your command. The future Lord of the Tides held onto your leg, keeping it wrapped around his waist while his other hand held your hip.

His pace was firm and bit by bit he started going faster, being careful not to hurt you but still looking to suffice his hunger and need of you.

His head was buried in the crook of your neck, your eyes were shut in pure bliss and you were dragging your nails up and down his back as Lucerys found your g-spot.

The sounds of pleasure and the act itself echoing the room, you were chanting on each other’s names like a prayer. Your climax came first and not long after Lucerys followed, filling you whole.

As you both breathed heavily, Luke pulled out of you and it was amazing how hollow you now felt without his cock in you.

He reincorporated himself just to grab a fur large enough for the both of you to be covered, he grabbed the fur around him and hugged you inside the blanket keeping you incredibly warm and close.

“Luke?” You looked up at him

“Yes, dove?”

“It’ll be okay,right?” You asked.

There were a lot of things implied in that question, he knew that well, the honest answer was he didn’t know, he hoped so, but a lot of the things that were implied in that question were very much uncertain, but Lucerys knew that right now, everything was quiet, everything was okay.

So he went with that.

“Of course” he said as relaxed as ever, giving you the peace of mind you needed.

But that, was the last moment of peace the two of you would get.

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barleyo · 9 months

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Take Me to Church.

Priest! Miguel O'Hara X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hello, my blessings! I hope you all can see what I was going for with this, I mean, Miguel is Catholic. I also hope this doesn't seem rushed! I'm not very well versed in religion, so I hope none of this comes off as blasphemous or disrespectful. Much love to all of you, and thank you for your continued support!

Wordcount: 3.3K

Tags: Dub-con, loss of virginity, manipulation, p in v, coercion, power dynamic, abuse of power, use of "Father" in a religious way, not an inc*stual way, HEAVY talk of religion (sin, penance, etc.), oral (f receiving), desk fucking, implied age gap

Miguel O’Hara was the leader of his local congregation. He was a devout man, trusting God’s will above anything else, and leading the church to trust just the same. He led them onto a holy path, clear of temptation and sin.

He himself, however, was not free from these temptations. No matter how much he had prayed to clear himself of these thoughts, they still remained. He beseeched God to forgive him for what he had thought, what he had felt.

Nothing seemed to stop his mind from falling into the gutter, especially not her presence.

Lord, forgive him for his sins.

Forgive him for giving into her allurement.

(Y/N) had knocked on Miguel’s office door. Normally, she would refrain and not impose on his valuable time, but for some time, something had bothered her deeply. Having nobody else to turn to, she came to his door, tail figuratively between her legs.

“Father O’Hara? May I come in?”

“Yes, my child, do come in,” he said, his voice kind, yet firm.

She walked in, awkwardly closing the door behind her and standing by the door.

“Please, sit.” He pointed to a chair across from his desk, and removed his small reading glasses that sat on the tip of his nose. He removed the small stack of papers that he had been going through off of his desk, turning his full attention to the woman. “What seems to be the issue?”

“Apologies, I don’t mean to take up any of your time, I can see that you’re busy–”

“Nonsense, child. I am never too busy to give assistance to one in need. So?”

“Right, right.” She took a deep breath, clenching her fists in her lap. She quickly started muttering something under her breath before looking up to meet his eyes.

He looked at her with his deep, dark eyes, filled with curiosity. Part of her felt that he could see right to her soul, that he knew exactly why she was there. Perhaps he had known the second it started.

“Come now,” he said, arms crossed over the desk while he looked at her, head slightly tilted, “you are safe here with me. Unburden yourself and your soul, dear girl.”

“Father, I– I believe that I need to look for forgiveness from God.”

“And why would that be?”

“My mind, Father,” (Y/N) said, chewing on the inside of her cheek, pricking blood from the thin skin.

“Ah, a matter of the mind, is it?” His brows furrowed together, creating a small dimpling near his forehead. Shifting in his chair, Miguel straightened his posture, as if he were preparing himself for what she had to say after the fact. “Care to explain further?”

“They’re bad thoughts, sexual in nature. And, I just feel that,” she paused to swallow a lump in her throat, briefly covering her mouth while she did so, “that they plague me.”

He felt his chest tighten. She felt what he had felt, though, he doubted for the same reason.

Miguel hummed, clearing his throat quickly. “Is that so? So, you have been having unwanted sexual thoughts?”

(Y/N) clung onto his words, feeling her face flush when hearing him say it out loud. “Yes, but that isn’t all. I— well, goodness, I’m so embarrassed.” She held her face in one of her hands, looking down at Miguel’s own hands that laid flat on the desk, avoiding his deep gaze.

She felt one of them reach out to lay over one of her hands, even before she could see it happen. Her head tilted up to see his face morph into a look of reassurance.

“Do not let shame stop you from seeking full forgiveness.” Letting his hand linger for a second longer than he knew was acceptable, he slowly inched it away and continued with a sigh. “Speak only the truth, and allow me to guide you into the comfort of God’s shining light. Go on, now.”

“I have given into these desires.” She hung her head, face contorted into an ashamed look, eyebrows knitted together and mouth in a tight, thin line. She sat and waited for him to respond to her confession, but heard nothing. “Father O’Hara…?”

Miguel felt his face grow warm. Unsure if the tightness he felt in his chest was jealousy or judgment, he simply kept quiet, thinking over the woman’s words.

Finally, he spoke, with a slight cracking in his voice, straining out of his throat. “With a man?” he asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.

“No–! No, Father, no, certainly not,” she rushed, trying to clear her name as quickly as possible. “Certainly not, no. It’s not that.”

“Then what have you done?” His heartbeat slowed once more, feeling a bit relieved.

“It was only once, maybe twice, that I’ve done it– touched myself with these thoughts in mind.” (Y/N) absentmindedly rubbed at her temples while she spoke.

He felt a pang of guilt strike his chest as his pants tightened slightly. He knew it was wrong, he shouldn’t have been excited over this, but how could he control himself?

“It’s perverse and explicit, I cannot go into detail, for my own sake, but just know that my actions have haunted me since, and I just don’t know what to do. Father, I need your help.”

She was weak in her flesh and desire, it would be easy to prey on her, to fulfill his own desires. She was malleable under his guidance, and he knew it. Miguel also knew that what he felt was wrong, but it did not stop him from hesitating to answer her plea, mulling over what to do with his influence. His heart and mind were fighting, passion and righteousness in an entanglement he wasn’t sure his body could host much longer.

“Your sins will be forgiven, as they always will be,” he said, “but you must reach out to God to fight against the base desires that you have given into. We all sin, do we not?”

“We do, yes,” (Y/N) answered, lips coated in shiny spit from her incessant chewing and biting as she tried to keep herself grounded.

Miguel felt his eyes dip to her lips, the clear sheen of saliva practically sparkling in the low light of his office.

“Right, well,” he shook himself out of it, “we all sin, and God makes no exceptions. As long as you seek out his light, his light will shine on you, and you will be forgiven, my dear. Believe in that, and believe in the love God has for you.”

Miguel O’Hara was the leader of his local congregation. He was a man of God. He served God, and only God. He should not think these things, he knew better.

Why couldn’t he keep his mind off of her? Why couldn't he be the holy, resilient man he knew he needed to be?

The second she left his office that day, he could not stop himself. His mind raced while he imagined what she was doing on her evenings alone. It drove him crazy. Had she gone back on what she promised? Was she sinning again, hands between her legs, panties to her knees, wanton moans escaping her spit-soaked, puffy lips?

He thought he was stronger than this, and yet there he was, praying to God for the strength to fight against his urges, urges he had for that sinful, tempting woman. A woman who returned the next week with the same problem.

“I must say, my dear, I am extremely disappointed in you,” he said, standing behind her chair, leaning down to her ear.

He was a hypocrite, and he knew it. He was a sinner, a filthy sinner, and he knew it.

“Father, I–”

“Quiet down.” He placed his finger over her lip, silencing her while he continued. “You have forgotten my words. You trail out of God’s light, do you refuse forgiveness? Do you enjoy this sin?”

“No, Father O’Hara. I’m sorry,” (Y/N) choked a sob back. She felt her tears stream down her face faster than she could wipe them off.

“Penance, I’m afraid, is not a fitting punishment, dear girl. God has not turned away from you, and he never will, but,” he whispered, placing his hand under her chin and forcing him to look at him from her chair, “you must pay for what you have done. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know,” she sniffed deeply. “What must I do?”

“Do not worry about that, I shall show you. Here,” he stood up straight and tapped on his desk, “sit here.”

(Y/N) followed his directions and sat facing him. “I don’t understand, what will this do?”

Miguel didn’t answer her, instead slotting himself between her legs, kneeling before her and looking up to her through hooded eyes. He pried her legs apart with his hands, pushed her skirt upwards, and leaned in, exhaling against her clothed cunt.

“Look at that,” he nudged the wet patch on the front of her panties. “Is this what your thoughts are about?” he asked, eyes still focused on her heat. “Hm?”

“N-no, no that would be wrong!” She tried to close to her legs, but her hands held them forcefully apart.

“Do not lie in the house of God, my child,” he said flatly.

“This– this is wrong–!” She interrupted her own sentence with a small moan as she felt him lick a stripe of the fabric of her panties.

“There is nothing wrong with me absolving you of your sin, that’s all I am doing. I shall let your sin travel from inside of you to the outside. Do you not want to be free of your evil thoughts?”

A look of confliction flashed on her face. “But we aren’t married, isn’t this sinful in itself?”

“God commands me to take no wife, we are both free from that. It is my duty to guide your soul onto a holy path, won’t you let me do that?” Miguel slipped her panties down to her ankles, waiting for her to answer him.

“Father… please, just please— help me,” (Y/N) said, eyes darting away from him, shame creeping all over her body.

Miguel O’Hara was the leader of his local congregation. He was a man of God. He served God, and only God. He should not think these things, he knew better.

Why couldn’t he keep his mind off of her? Why couldn't he be the holy, resilient man he knew he needed to be?

“I must say, my dear, I am extremely disappointed in you,” he said, standing behind her chair, leaning down to her ear.

He was a hypocrite, and he knew it. He was a sinner, a filthy sinner, and he knew it.

“Father, I–”

“No, Father O’Hara. I’m sorry,” (Y/N) choked a sob back. She felt her tears stream down her face faster than she could wipe them off.

“Penance, I’m afraid, is not a fitting punishment, dear girl. God has not turned away from you, and he never will, but,” he whispered, placing his hand under her chin and forcing her to look at him from her chair, “you must pay for what you have done. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know,” she sniffed deeply. “What must I do?”

“Do not worry about that, I shall show you. Here,” he stood up straight and tapped on his desk, “sit here.”

(Y/N) followed his directions and sat facing him. “I don’t understand, what will this do?”

“Look at that,” he nudged the wet patch on the front of her panties. “Is this what your thoughts are about?” he asked, eyes still focused on her heat. “Hm?”

“N-no, no that would be wrong!” She tried to close to her legs, but his hands held them forcefully apart.

“Do not lie in the house of God, my child,” he said flatly.

“This– this is wrong–!” She interrupted her own sentence with a small moan as she felt him lick a stripe of the fabric of her panties.

A look of confliction flashed on her face. “But we aren’t married, isn’t this sinful in itself?”

“Father… please, just please— help me,” (Y/N) said, eyes darting away from him, shame creeping all over her body.

A hot, wet feeling placed itself between her thighs. Miguel spread her legs as far as they would go while he delved into her, tongue working through her slick folds.

“You are already wet, you really were thinking of this, weren't you?”

He smirked and brought his head back down, placing wet, messy kisses from her inner thigh to her throbbing clit. He honed in on the nub, wrapping his chapped lips around it and swirling it around with his tongue.

(Y/N) looked down and watched as his brown hair moved back and forth as he lapped at her cunt. Hesitating, she reached her hand out and gripped his hair, holding him in place, and rolling her hips onto his face. Her hips stuttered as she moved, moans catching in her throat.

“F–Father, it feels– I feel—”

“I know, you are very close.”

She looked confused, not sure what he meant. “Huh–?”

Miguel pulled her hand out of his hair and pushed her down on the desk, flat with her legs in the air. He spat directly onto her cunt, spreading it with his tongue. He craned his head back and locked eyes with her, replacing his mouth with his fingers, circling her clit quickly with his thumb.

“Do you feel that tightness building up?”

“Yes, make it stop, it feels odd, please. Make it stop,” she said, grabbing onto his wrist while her rubbed her.

Miguel shushed her, placing his other hand on her thigh. “Just wait, (Y/N).”

Thumb still focused on her bud, he pushed his tongue into her entrance, feeling her tight walls fight and clench against his prodding. He slurped at her walls and dripping arousal.

“No, no– I–!”

Her hips involuntarily rolled against his face one final time before she felt the tight coil in her stomach burst. Her thighs squeezed over Miguel’s head and kept him in place as she came, legs shaking and mind blurring.

(Y/N) let go of his head quickly, sitting up on the desk and pulling away from him. He wiped her slick from his mouth and chin, cleaning his face from the sheen of her cum.

“Father O’Hara, are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that, I don’t know what came over me…”

“Hush, now. Save your words for what is to come,” he said, standing to his full height.

He pulled her body back to the edge, pushing her down, flat on her back. Pulling himself out of his pants, he adjusted right at her entrance. Before pushing in, he took hold of both of her hands, holding them above her head.

“This will hurt. You will bleed, but you must relax. Do you understand?” He saw her nod. “Good girl.”

He pushed into her, slowly inching his tip forward. (Y/N)’s hands clenched, fingers dug into her palms while he painstakingly forced his hips further.

“Relax,” Miguel whispered as he dipped his head down to be level with her ear, “don’t squeeze so tight, just let me work you open.”

He bottomed out, sliding all of his length into her.

“No, hurts s’bad, can’t take it ‘nymore!” She whined loudly, tears flowing out of her eyes due to the harsh stretch of his cock.

He was so big, and she was so small. He should have been careful with her, and he should have treated her like the fragile little thing she was.

It only made him fuck her rougher.

His muscled hips pull out of her, tip barely staying inside.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it, I–”

“Yes, you can.”

He snapped into her. His thrust knocked the wind out of her lungs, having her choke on her words. (Y/N)’s hands immediately flew to his clothed shoulders, gripping onto them. To steady herself, she dug further into them, practically ripping the fabric of his shirt.

The sound of her half-pained, half-pleasured noises send him back to his movements. He starts thrusting, quickly fucking into her heat.

“You are taking me so well, you sure it’s your first time?” he asks, smirking.

“Yes, Father. I-I’ve never done this before,” she said through gritted teeth, “Dunno if ‘m doin’ it right.”

Miguel grunted and deepened his strokes. “Just let me do it, just gotta– gotta sit there n’ take it.” He allowed himself to kiss the tip of her cervix with his cock’s head, shallowly impacting onto the sensitive spot.

His hands fall to her hips. He grips onto them and holds her in place, keeping his brutal pace. He eyed the thick, white ring of her arousal forming on the base of his thick length, watching it grow and shift as he pounded into her fluttery walls.

“S’happening again, fix it–! Please, Father,” she felt a strong pang of ecstacy crash over her.

“Mhm..”

A few scattered thrusts nudged her over the edge. (Y/N)’s walls clenched repeatedly over Miguel’s dick, squeezing him tightly with her velvety, slick cunt.

“Fuck, c’mon now, relax.” His eyebrows knitted together as he massaged her hips, trying to get her to relax. “So tight, damn.” He finally pulled himself out and took to pumping himself in his hand. (Y/N) watched him fist his cock between her legs.

“Ah–”

He came onto his palm. The sticky, thin seed covered his palm. Miguel licked his cum off of his hand, watching as (Y/N)’s face heated up as he did. He cleaned it off, letting his tongue dart between his fingers to tease the girl before stopping and wiping the rest onto the girl’s cheek.

“Come, down now,” he said, pulling her off of the desk. He chuckled as she stumbled over to the door, legs weak.

“Thank you, Father,” (Y/N) croaked out, holding onto the doorknob. “But, what– if I keep thinking those thoughts, what do I do? Will I be forgiven?”

Miguel took his spot at his desk, wiping away at the wet spots left on the wood.

“If you continue to be plagued by such thoughts,” he said, “do not be afraid to come back to my office. Remember, we all sin, but we can always fight for forgiveness.”

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imyourrjoy · 7 months

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The power held over me ◇2◇

Summary: Jackson's newest duo has a new life to adjust too but the new pastor seems to lose his temper rather quickly.

Warnings : DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!,abusive parents, toxic religion, toxic people all around, misogyny, hitting, threats, self dought,fear, stop here if it's too much the series will just get darker, underage drinking is normalized, kinda PTSD, talks of beating, fearing having no food, punishment, yelling, I think that's all

Word count : 3.4k

Paring : dark!Joel Miller x pastors daughter!afab!reader

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A/n: she's dark, very dark. This is your last waring, btw. I didn't have anyone to proof read but, I'm dyslexic so sorry if something doesn't make sense. Just message me or reach out, and I'll fix it. Let me know. OK, now enjoy and let me just say the next chapter is when it gets juicy 🤭🤭🤭 to be added to taglist, just leave a comment or reach out 💋

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The next morning, you woke up to your Dad barging open your bedroom door.

“Wake up child” he threw a piece of fabric at you “Change into that and give me the pants god will have a lesson to teach you eventually” he slammed the door and left

You sat up and blinked, your head spinning from the sudden onslaught of light from the open door. As you looked down at the fabric that had been thrown towards you, your confusion grew deeper.

"Huh?" you mumbled, reaching down to pick up the mysterious article. It was soft and thin, definitely not something that would keep you warm in the harsh winter.

You looked the fabric over, your eyes slowly widening in realization. This wasn't just any fabric, it was a long skirt. You smiled before laying it on your bed and leaving your room to go pray with your Dad.

You walked into the living room and saw your Dad with his Bible

"Come my child we must do our morning prayers" He motioned you to kneel on the wood floors with him and you complied.

"Dear Lord, on this holy morning I ask you to please help me to guide my daughter in the proper path. She has been led astray by the sinful ways of her mother and the women of this town, and I have to show her the errors of her ways. Please take away her sins, just as you have taken away mine. Lead my daughter back to you through my teaching, so that she may learn to follow your word. For God, hath said unto me, 'You must guide thy daughter back unto the light and shield her from the temptation of thy mother's wicked ways. For the female is weak and susceptible to the evils of the Devil, I ask you to help us to be. aware of your spirit—leading us in the decisions we take, the conversations we have, and the work we do. We want to be more like you, Jesus, as we relate to the people I meet today—friends or strangers. Forgive us for the sinners we have loved, share our bread, and forgive us for my daughter's sins, as well as the sins given to her by her mother. Amen and God bless"

As your Father finished morning prayer, you felt a heavy weight settle in your chest. His words had been filled with the truth that you were a weak woman and your mother was a sinner not to be looked upon as a good person. She was a sinner who taught you things not meant for a lady and taught God in a tainted way.

Your Dad pulled you by the arm making you stand up "It's the lord's Day get ready for church and wash up" He let your arm go and walked to the kitchen you couldn't help but notice the hatred in his eyes as he looked back at you. You felt uneasy and almost scared.

You'd finished after a few minutes but you wanted to stay longer. The bath had a thing that water came out of and was also hot but as Father said things and people don't make you happy only the lord.

You walked out of the bathroom in the same sweater as yesterday and the skirt was flowy and white it reminds you of something your mother used to wear. God bless her. "Dad I'm ready"

you heard him walk somewhere "Great come meet me in the living room I have to put on my boots" He Hollard

You walked into the living room and put on your jacket and shoes along with your Father. Soon you both were making your way to the town church.

"Hey Dad, when are you gonna start doing the mass?" you asked as we continued to walk through the heavy snow.

"After today's service Maria and Tommy told me that the whole part of Christians in their crazy multi-faith church want to quit or retire and become sinners crazy but I will be taking over" He replied somewhat angrily

After the service, my Father left you in the church While he went out to talk to people. We had sat in the front row of the church in front of the preacher's stand. You started to pray.

"Dear lord, please bless the people and Jackson, I repent for the people's sins and ask only that you guide-"

You cut yourself off at the sound of a little girl next to you.

"Are you talking to god?" She asked

you stopped praying and looked at her you were worried she was alone in an empty church."I was but sweetie where are your parents".

She didn't say anything, instead, she took your hand and led you through a door. It was a classroom with lots of kids, different religious items, and an older woman reading to some kids. She leaped over to me and the girl.

"Oh, dear me!" the old lady exclaimed, her hands clasped together in front of her as her eyes widened. "I didn't even notice you were gone! Where on earth have you been?"

"I just went to talk to god," the student responded, smiling up at her teacher with her bright eyes.

"Alone?" the teacher asked, her brows furrowing in concern. "Why didn't you let me know where you were going?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" the student said, her expression turning playful.

"I found her and she led me here" You looked at the teacher.

"Thank you for bringing her back. I'm getting too old to keep up with all these kids" she joked. "Come you're already here help me finish story time will you" She asked you nodded god did say Wisdom belongs to the aged, and understanding to the old.

The older woman began reading aloud to the group, capturing the children's attention with her vibrant voice and expressive tone. She used different voices for the different characters, bringing the story to life in a way that kept the children engaged and hooked on every word. It was so mesmerizing to see the children listening with fascination and admiration as they listened to the story of Jesus' birth.

You noticed how the teacher used her voice, expression, and body language to convey different characters in the story, keeping the children captivated and invested in the story.

You sat next to the children as she read, the little girl from earlier raised her hand. "Can we hear the story of Noah's ark again, Miss Cathy?". The whole class started talking, wanting to hear the story.

"We have a few minutes I don't see why not" Cathy smiled and brought the book out before motioning for you to come up to the front of the room.

"I think it's only fitting that we have our guest read the story," she said, handing you the worn-down book before you could even protest.

Despite your nervousness, you felt a rush of excitement as you settled in at the front of the room. And begin to read.

Sunday school ended only a few moments after you finished the story, the children's imaginations running wild with the account you had shared with them, they all looked so overjoyed, As they filed out of the room, I couldn't help but feel sense of accomplishment, knowing that you had done my part to spread the word of God through the power of storytelling. My Father would be so proud

As the last few children filed out of the room, the little girl from earlier ran up to you, greeting you with a big hug before leaving. you smiled at the sweet gesture, realizing Just then, Miss Cathy approached you, her expression friendly.

"You know they are looking for someone to replace me" Cathy didn't sound bothered or sad it was kind of odd.

you look a bit taken back not sure how to respond.

"Oh don't look like that my child I'm past my prime and maybe that's why the lord brought you here just think about it" Cathy put her hand on my shoulder as she spoke sweetly.

You walked out of the church fully expecting Father to be angry and furious with me but instead, he wasn't he was more focused on yelling at Tommy it seemed.

As you stood silently outside the church, taking in the scene before you

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT RULES!", he yelled, "I AM NOT RISKING MY LIFE FOR A WHOLE BUNCH OF SINNERS!"

You watched with concern as Tommy tried to control the situation, unsure of how to react to Father's outburst.

As you approached, the yelling stopped and Tommy and my Father both turned to look at me. You could already feel your stomach churning at the thought of what was to come. You knew it was going to be bad when you got home, that it could mean being forced to pray for hours, or maybe even a beating or maybe worse. Maybe you even had to worry about going without food. My mind raced as you braced yourself for the worst.

Even though you had done something wrong, your Father yelled at you this time instead of hitting you. As a woman, you couldn't fully understand his complicated emotions, but you were grateful that God had decided he would yell instead of beat you this time. You were sorry that your Father was so upset and wished there was something you could do to make things easier for him.

"This town is full of sinners of the worst kind not to be trusted or even looked at there all destined for hell with three open religions and even their women whores all of them alike to my daughter wondering off after church to be a slut to a man other than god shame on my child shame, This town is full of whores and sinners who are all doomed to hell," he yelled at you.

"You are no better than them, running off after church to be a slut for some man other than God. Shame on you! Shame!" You remained silent, head lowered, as you waited for his yelling spells to end. Your heart raced and your stomach lurched with a sick feeling of anxiety and dread. You knew better than to speak up and had learned to keep quiet throughout the ordeal of his tangents. Shame burned through your cheeks and tears threatened to fall on your face as you prayed for the torment to end.

And unlike other times it was like your prayers were answered when a knock could be heard coming from the front door. “Stay here” Your Father gritted his teeth and walked towards the door.

You stayed on the ground and looked at the door. It was Ellie. She looked like she had run to our house.

She was smiling brightly, a sharp contrast to the somber mood in the room. You felt a spark of hope within you in her presence. Ellie must have run to your house,

Ellie smiled brightly at your Father, excitement in her eyes. She spoke quickly, the words rolling off her tongue in a breathless rush.

"I was wondering if you and y/n could come join us for dinner tonight?" Ellie spoke with a soft, hopeful tone, her bright smile never fading.

Your Father's expression tightened as he took in Ellie's request, a cold glare in his eyes. You held your breath, fearing the worst, but he finally nodded in agreement. "Fine," he said, the harsh tone of his voice contrasting sharply with Ellie's.

Ellie's smile widened as she turned and quickly added, "Great! Be at our place at 6. Don't bring anything. Oh, and Tommy and Maria will be joining us as well." She flashed one last bright smile before turning and running off into the heavy, white snow.

You watched as Ellie departed, her enthusiasm and optimism contagious, despite your Father's cold reception of her invitation.

Your Father slammed the door and his eyes locked with your own, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "I'll move your beating 'till tomorrow," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain. Your heart sank into your stomach, the thought of tomorrow's beating terrifying your mind and body. Yet, a part of you felt relieved that the punishment was being delayed, hoping that perhaps God wanted you to repent differently. You forced down your emotions, knowing better than to speak out. Your thoughts were even worse than before. maybe you weren't sorry enough for god to forgive you of your sins.

When we arrived at Joel and Ellie's cozy home, my Father immediately asked "Is that steak?" You giggled and said you've never had steak before. You asked your Father what it tasted like and he told me he hated vegetables so he always imagined his food was a five-star steak. With that, you hoped it would be good as well.

We knocked on the door and were met with Mr. Miller inviting us to his home. It was even nicer inside. He had a 2nd floor, wood details in a few places, a nice fireplace, and a big box. Why does he have a big box u thought? He must have noticed.

"It's a TV or television. Have you ever seen one sweet?" He was rather kind about it. You smiled "No I haven't what it does". My Father walked up to Tommy leaving you and Joel in the living room. "Well you watch stuff on it, like TV shows or movies, ever seen the movie Curtis and Viper?" You shook your head no, and he gave you a smirk and put his hand on your shoulder "I guess you'll have to stop by and watch it sometime or maybe I'll take you too see it the next time it plays in the town hall?" You felt your cheeks get a little hot. He was so kind, you thought to yourself 'I'll pray for him.'

We walked into the dining room and took our seats. You sat across from Joel and next to Ellie. Your Father sat next to Joel and Maria and Tommy sat at the heads of the table.

"Who's saying grace?" You smiled and asked everyone as they picked up their forks but my Father looked at you in a way of shock. You were rather confused as to why, but a small silence filled the room "How about you sweets" Joel said putting his fork down. You smiled and locked hands with Ellie and Tommy. You closed your eyes and started to say grace " Dear heavenly Father, thank you for the food we are giving thank you for the people sitting with me here today we give thanks for keeping us safe and well, we also give thanks for protecting us from the sinners and the monsters of the world, amen."

When you opened my eyes you looked at Ellie's hand. It had a white rosary wrapped around it, it reminded you of something your mother used to use when she prayed. "Ellie, do you like praying as well?" You asked curiously as you started to cut up the large piece of steak on your plate. "No, why do you ask?" Ellie looked confused. Then your Father interrupted, "Oh wow," he smiled as he ate his steak. "Sorry, it's just been so long since I've had the chance to have such a juicy steak ." You smiled at his happiness.

Joel smiled then turned to me "I got it from your Daddy said he's had it for a while, so I traded him I traded it for the skirt you are wearing" he winked at you and laughed a small bit. Maria frowed and ate her stake giving my Dad an uncertain look. "He said he wanted to start teaching Ellie the praise of the lord and what type of Christian I would be if I didn't share with thy neighbor." You smiled but then it hit you, your thoughts were trapped. He traded your mother's praise rosary, the only thing you had left of here even if she was a sinner and monster. Now you felt like there was a lump in your throat as you ate.

The rest of the conversation was mainly the adults talking about hunting and life in Jackson, you and Joel had made eye contact a few times but you felt like your Father was watching you like a hawk.

"So, y/n, what do you think of Jackson so far?" Joel asked, making the entire table turn towards you. You smile and give a simple reply still in your head over your Dad's actions. "It's very intriguing." Joel smiled. "Oh, just wait till you see what else Jackson has to offer. But before, why don't you have a bit of wine with your stake and tell ya there's nothing like a good wine and stake?" You look shy and unsure of what to do. "Go ahead, we won't judge if it's just a sip," Maria smiled. Joel offered me his glass, and you grabbed it.

"No," your Dad said firmly, he continued more sternly "No, she's too young to have that kind of stuff, she knows the Lord and the Lord's rules. Young is too young and punishments will be used when children disobey thy Father."

You gave Joel back his glass and your Father continued. "Now finish your plate. I'm not raising a spoiled brat." You lowered your head and ate your food, staying quiet for most of the dinner only listening to your ever-raging thoughts.

By the end of dessert, your Father, Maria, Joel, and Tommy went into the living too. To continue talking while Ellie went to bed you had offered to do the dishes.

"Well my goodness pretty lady must be hard working doing those dishes all alone" Joel's voice echoed from the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, it's the least I can do" you smile at him.

"Nonsense let me help '' He got close to you, his chest flesh against yours, the liquor on his lips evident by the smell of his steady breath on your neck. "You're so tense, pretty girl". He put a hand on your waist.

You stayed silent and continued to wash the dishes. Your body felt hot no like it was on fire no one had ever thought to touch you on your waist and his scent even if the alcohol was prevalent was so addictive.

He pulled away as you finished the last dish, pulled down another bottle of alcohol, and grabbed a clean glass.

"Now sweet pea I know what your Daddy says about God and that bullshit is for the weak, and you're gonna learn to enjoy life real soon," Joel said to you. He was affected by the alcohol Joel was so different from the one I had talked to before dinner.

"I know it's gonna take some time to break those damn rules from your head, but it's time you started to drink something heavier than water, you see? Here, have a sip."

You feel conflicted and confused about the stranger's offer. You've been taught to obey the word of god, but the stranger's drink is tempting. You might feel a mix of guilt and excitement, scared and tempted to try the drink and go against what your Father has taught you.

He put his glass close to your lips. You could smell the dark liquid as he started to persuade you even more.

But he quickly backed away when your Father's voice could be heard from the doorway.

"Come y/n time to go home." He looked tired and a little out of it. You smiled at Joel before leaving the kitchen. "Wait" Joel stopped us "Ellie wants to hang out with you tomorrow maybe you could get to know the kids in town" He gave you the same soft voice he gave during dinner once again leaving you confused. "Sure, she can if she does all her chores," your Dad said

as we walked out of the Miller house and into the heavy winter snow, making our way home. As we trekked through the heavy winter snow, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else going on with the day's events. Joel's strange behavior had left you feeling confused and anxious, and your Dad's casual agreement with Ellie's request felt... out of character. Something was up. You felt your mind swirl with possibilities as you trudged on, determined to get home as quickly as possible. You needed to pray and ask the Lord for answers.

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Dear Lord, Please, forgive their visions, and let them hear the vulture's apology to its prey. Lay in their hearts a blue morning star, to show them the course of laughs in the wind of sea. Adorn their dreams with the meaning of life, so they know that You are the Creator of beauty, too. Sprinkle their roads with diamonds of Your words, so they break the walls in their souls, and fly to You washed like air in the rain. Dear Lord, At the beat of sins, in a valley only eminent from rapture by an illusion, I stand, empty of all hate, flooding with love. The honey of Your grace drips over me, and creatures smile. Like Your power taught me, I forgive sinners in routs of ignorance and roads of knowledge. I look under my feet lest I block the way of ants. I look up at Your sky to thank You for a star that embraced my heart with illumination. I kneel before You, for You taught me how to fill the chalice of love, and pour it in the grieving river, turning its stream into a rhythm, and its water, into a mother's touch on the head of a lonely orphan. Dear Lord, I know Your wisdom in creating pain. They don't. — Khaled Juma, Palestinian Poet (translated from Arabic by Nida Awine)

#khaled juma #palestine

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angelkakewritings · 1 year

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His magnum opus.

Karl Heisenberg x Virgin!Reader

One shot!|| NSFW

Pronouns used: she/her/hers | no use of y/n

Disclaimer: I do not own the canon character of Karl Heisenberg’s or any of the canon characters or canon lore or the Resident Evil universe !

CW: Heavy religious themes! (No mentions of any specific religious figure ) fictional renditioning of worship, virginity loss, cult, cult like worship, cursing, mentions of smoking, power imbalance, female reader, choking, brief use of Karl’s power, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding, semi-public, use of google translate for one dialogue!

Author’s Note: The following story does contain heavy religious themes but does not depict any actual faith or religious figure! Its all liberties taken from the story telling that resident evil:village provided! Please read with caution! reader is a shrine maiden to mother Miranda and is now the subject of interest and desire for Karl Heisenberg! Listened to a lot of rammstein and ghost while writing this! Enjoy!

Pleasure.

The word was too threatening, too unruly and too carnal to fit into her sanctimonious world that was filled with precious hymns, the burnt flesh of sacrifice and utter devotion to the divine Mother Miranda, the holy overseer of her village.

From a tender age, she had been one of the select few young women who had been chosen to undergo sound religious training to devote mind, body and spirit to serve their lords as shrine maidens.

“Dear Mother Miranda, forgive us our sins. Dear Mother Miranda, forgive us our sins. Dear Mother Miranda, forgive us our sins.” The sweet sonnets of forgiveness left her beestung lips in between the gentle yellow flickering of the match held between her fingertips, dutifully lighting the flora coated stick of incense in dedication to Lady Donna Beneviento.

The lit match revealed how her appearance starkly contrasted her dreary, corpse filled, cold village.

A vision of veiled whites accompanied by a pair of doe eyes, pouty lips and rose flushed cheeks.

She was lovely.

She was lively

She was pure.

Gracefully, she lowered herself to her knees in front of the portraits of the four lords of the village, exposing her bare ankles that were wrapped in rosary beads made from precious metals and ended with the sigil of Mother Miranda.

Every night would start and end the exact same way, an existence made to eat and breath worship left nothing else to chance. But tonight, faith would challenge the structured way of life for the shrine maiden as the large, wooden doors crept open.

The cruel winds of winter pierced her skin, abruptly silencing her tranquil worship to turn her head around. Like a deer at the end of the hunter’s arrow, her eyes widened in disarray and awe at seeing the broad form of the fourth and most dangerous Lord of the village who was standing before her.

“Don’t let me stop you, you made that filth sound pretty.” His baritone voice spoke while looking down at the young woman, wisp of smoke from his cigar left his mischief curled lips.

“Keep going.”

“Lord Heisenberg.” She gasped out, bringing herself up to her feet.

She wasted no time in bowing her head.

It was almost ridiculous how he towered her.

“None of that nonsense…” He trailed off, using the tips of his fingers to lift her chin up towards him, ”I want to see you.”

His demand caused her eyes to flutter open towards him, looking at him in pure reverence.

She trembled at the weight of his eyes gazing over her, unconscious to the fact of how enthralled he was in the way her beauty managed to shine through the lace of her veil that was meant to conceal and shy her away from the rest of the world.

It was heartbreaking to see how ethereal she was, too ethereal to be amongst the foolish, crazed and homely villagers.

When Heisenberg first laid eyes on her, he wanted to hate her, he wanted to be repulsed by the idea of her.

How could he not? The young woman was beloved by Mother Miranda, a prodigy of her strict training and mindless preaching.

The hellfire colored flames of hatred simmered into infatuation and obsession.

In between the long ceremonies and spitfire sacrifices, the maiden would bare an air of sweetness to her, even going as far as looking and treating the moronic freak of Moreau with a glimmer of kindness to her eyes.

Perhaps, the hatred he bore was towards Miranda for ensnaring the woman in a gilded cage.

Amongst the long and tedious rules of the shrine maiden, the young women were stringently instructed to not create any sort of conversation with the lords as it was an insult and unbecoming, they were simply tasked to be seen but not heard.

Karl found a loophole through Miranda’s rules, as per usual. With a simple request of having his cigar lit, he managed to have her close to him. Gradually, they were no longer strangers to each other and no fools in each other’s hushed advances, their eyes always intensely met each other while she lit his thick cigar, how his hand met the curve of her hip and how her fingers caressed his wrist while he inhaled the ashy and sultry notes of his vice.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She hushed out, her words betrayed by her own body as she grew feverish and melted in the cup of his large hand.

“Afraid mother goose is gonna walk right in?” He hummed out, enjoying the sensation of heat pooling at the pit of his loins at witnessing how she was falling under his touch.

Her eyes darted towards the goliath sized statue of her mentor, the sudden weight of her vows caused her chest to heave up and down.

“There’s nobody here but us.” He reassured her, lulling her back into him.

She was now a small bird in the palm of his hand.

The space was now closed between them, the colored stain glass reflected like a kaleidoscope against their skin. His leather cladded fingers traced the softness of her cheeks and flowed down to her jawline.

“I’ve never been kissed before.” She quietly confessed, her face dusted in pink at the intensity of the shared atmosphere.

The words could’ve brought him to his knees at that very moment.

“There’s nothing to it, liebling.” He grinned, “But, I won't do anything that you don’t want to, just say the word and I’ll leave.”

The proposition was strong yet delicate enough to give courage to the butterfly to break free from its chrysalis. She pressed forward, frightened yet marveled at her own sentience away from Mother Miranda’s all seeing eye.

Heisenberg relishes in how feather soft her lips was against his scarred ones.

Dissolving into the wave of the kiss, she pressed her silky body into his. Even through the thick material of her bodice, he could feel how her heart skipped beats like the foot of a rabbit bouncing against the winter snow.

Their limbs tangled, the overwhelming sensation of hand against flesh and their shared lust had caused Karl to pick her up with the utmost care, treating her like fine china with the deep rooted fear he might break her in a million different pieces if mishandled.

Upon draping her down, he took his sunglasses off to get a better look at her.

She looked exquisite on top of the stone altar dedicated to the sacrifices given to Miranda, her eyes were dreamily blown out ,her veil falling off of her head and her lips now wet and swollen from their kiss.

“I want you, all of you…” She spoke, looking up at her lord through dewdrop wet eyelashes.

The maiden’s command fell into a plea, one that drove Heisenberg into further madness and sent a jolt of electricity to his cock that was already raw and vulgarly straining against his pants.

He caressed her cheek, “I want you to be sure, sweet girl.” His accent thickly jumped off each syllable his tongue made.

“Please, I know there’s more to this provincial existence…” She trailed off, he watched on with his mouth agape as her legs parted and fell on each side of the table. “I just want someone like you to prove it to me.”

The supplication was shameless, agonizing and yearnful in nature, it was perfect enough to give permission to Karl to sweetly comply.

With the raise of his hand and in god-like manner, he lifted her rosary cladded ankle up to him and into the grasp of his hand, making haste to her frock and pooling it up towards her waist.

“Does Miranda know that her sweet girl walks around her altar without any underwear?” He tsked out, beginning to trace around the bridge of her pubic bone, in awe at how the glow of the candle light made the slick of her arousal glisten.

“Are you gonna punish me for it, my lord?” She cooly asked, looking towards her superior with half lidded eyes, his free hand beginning to coil and flex at the nape of her neck like a python.

“So ein dreckiges Mädchen…you’re gonna learn to love every second of it.” He hummed, beginning to knead the bundle of nerves between her legs.

The temperature of her body began to rise as Heisenberg began to work his fingers into her, prodding and probing into her wet cunt. The halls of worship echoed with the vulgar squelching and the sound of the maiden descending further and further into the forbidden concept of pleasure.

“You’re trembling, bunny…” He leaned forward to press a kiss on her open mouth, her hitched breath soft and delicate like the breath of a phantom against the stubble of his beard. The hand on her neck served as an anchor, keeping her in place as her body began to twitch and contort in stinging excitement at the knot undoing itself in her lower belly.

The girth of his fingers began to pound against the spongy, sweet flesh of her cervix like a square hammer against white milky bone, destroying her essence and leaving her a mess of sopranoesque notes ripping from her throat and a canvas of Monet like swatches of sweat and pinks.

A baritone laugh rumbled from his chest at the exquisite realization that Mother Miranda would never be allowed to lay eyes on how exquisite and divine her shrine maiden looked upon her own altar.

“I want you! Please, take me already!” She cried out on top of the stone hill.

Gripping the back of her neck, he silenced her plea with the sting of a kiss.

The decibels of boney, ivory teeth clashing against each other was accompanied by the buckle of his belt tinkling and chittering while being pulled apart, revealing the bulbous nature of his erect manhood.

His large body crashes into her, consuming and filling her to the brim of himself. The shrine maiden writhes and begins to whine and moan out into the night as he begins to thrust away.

Like the pluck of a harp, his movements were precise and intuitive enough to draw out the loveliest sounds.

“Look at me, liebling.” He groans out, grabbing her face to force her eyes wide open. “This is what you wanted, yes, hm?”

Frantic, in pure anguish and ecstasy, she nods.

“Use your fuckin’ words, I know you can my sweet girl.”

“I’ve wanted you to ruin me for so long now.” The woman pants, hyperfixated in the manner his dog tags were swinging in front of her face, “I want you to claim me with your seed and take me away from her.” She mewls out.

In the sweet realization Karl had successfully broken her, his head fell back.

The world felt minute in that very moment, he felt as if he could swallow the world and his ungodly creations whole with no consequence, no burden on his wicked conscience. He wanted nothing more than to keep the angelic like woman safe with him and carry her every step he made.

He pulled apart their tethered bodies, beads of his seed and her slick corded the two together.

Karl took one final look at her, a concoction of his cum dripping out of her and her body littered in bruises and tattered in what was once white fabric, she was perfect in his eyes.

She was his magnum opus.

#fanfic #just for fun #oneshot #my writing #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x y/n #karl heisenberg x reader #smut #re village #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil

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doublestandardlove · 5 months

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Black Friday Eve y'all! I might write smth new for it tomorrow :) also, if you couldn't tell, Grace is my favorite blorbo to project onto

G is for:

Grace knelt down in front of his body with tears streaming down her face. She'd planned this down to the last detail.

Dismember the body. Douse the area and body parts with bleach. Wrap it up in plastic and under the floor boards it would go.

It. He would no longer be a person, but an amalgamation of body parts. The reality of the situation began to sink in as Grace continued to sob.

She hadn't planned for this. The raw emotion that would come from taking another person's life. But hadn't he deserved it? It was his fault for tempting her away from her faith, not hers.

She was meant to withstand temptation. That's why she'd done this. To get rid of those dirty and sinful thoughts that had been plaguing her mind.

Grace set the hatchet aside and pressed her blood-stained palms together in prayer. "Dear Lord," she began, resisting the urge to wipe the tears from her face.

"Thank you for these challenges you have put into my life. I am reminded of your sacrifices and prepare to make my own. I have tried my hardest to abide by your commandments and encourage others to do the same."

Her voice caught in her throat, making her stutter. "I know Pete did not believe in you. But I do. Please, spare his soul. He had time to grow, to change. And I... I took that from him."

She did, didn't she? Grace had taken the matter into her own hands and sent him straight to Hell. Sure, he wasn't always chaste in his affection with Steph and frequently affiliated himself with sinners, but he didn't deserve eternal damnation.

Grace slowly opened her eyes to look down at Pete. Lying flat on his back, he almost appeared to be resting. Almost. His glasses were knocked askew and his eyes stared up blankly at her.

But she knew the truth. If she turned him over, there'd be a bleeding gash on his neck, only a few minutes away from congealing.

Only she could know the truth. Grace had to get it together. Know the steps. Execute the plan.

"Please, Lord. Spare his soul at any cost. Allow him to enter into Heaven—let him take my place—and forgive me. Amen."

#grace chasity #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetfield #doublestandardlove

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furious-haste-of-malice · 3 months

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❝ I want you, Námo. I have wanted you for a while. ❞

⊱ Prompt: Blackmail, obsession ⊱ Pairing: Manwë x Námo ⊱ Synopsis: After Námo disobeys an order from his king, Manwë forces him to make it up to him. ⊱ Warnings: Creepy Manwë, power dynamics, sexual content, non-con, the prompt in itself

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December and yes, I will be working on these for quite a while longer. Nevertheless: Enjoy!

"Please forgive me, my king."

Námo was kneeling in the chambers of his lord, head bowed in dutiful penitence. He was as aware as the Vala in front of him that his refusal to speak when he was bidden was a grievous offence to the Elder King's authority, even though he believed it had been necessary to adhere to the divine ordinance he had been given at the beginning of his existence – to never reveal more than what was needed.

Nevertheless, his being was bound to lawfulness, and he would accept punishment if his lord and his father deemed it necessary.

Manwë looked as holy and glorious as ever, even seated on his bed instead of his throne. His usual smile had faded, replaced by a sorrowful mien, and the deep sigh that fell from his lips sent a small breeze through the air surrounding them.

"Worry not, dear Námo. I shall surely forgive you, but I am afraid you will need to make it up to me."

Despite the perfectly serene and innocent tone, Námo felt a sense of unease, sending shivers down his spine.

"Anything that is within my power, my king," he said carefully.

"Very well. Rise." Manwë held out his hand, though it was a gesture of silent command instead of an invitation to take it.

Námo did as he had been told. Perhaps his obedience could help him atone for his sin, he thought, but then he was caught off-guard when Manwë rose as well and delivered three swift, decisive strikes, the gleam of silvery talons being his only warning – the first one tore off his veil, the second discarded his hood and the third undid the sash holding his robes in place.

A small gasp escaped Námo as his form was revealed to the eyes of his lord, and he saw delight blossoming within the depths of his blue eyes.

"Get on the bed."

"M-my king –"

"Now."

There was something rough and firm within Manwë's voice, something that was usually absent, that many thought him incapable of. Námo's fána trembled when he obeyed once more, leaving him exposed and prone in front of a Vala he had always trusted – until now that he saw his eyes glint like those of a raptor spotting prey in the grass.

"What do you want from me?" he managed to ask, attempting to suppress his fear when Manwë climbed on top of him with such natural ease –

As if we were lovers...

"Is it not obvious?" Manwë smiled at him, as kind and sweet as he had always done, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes hadn't vanished. "I want you, Námo. I have wanted you for a while."

Too stunned to speak, Námo could only stare at him as he lovingly cupped his cheeks.

"You are so beautiful," Manwë sighed. "And now you will finally be mine."

Námo stopped breathing when he was drawn into a kiss so tender it almost made him forget that it was forced, and his own lips remained stiff and unmoving. He still couldn't believe that he was being subjected to a punishment of carnal nature, at the hands of his pure, benevolent king no less.

Manwë withdrew after a few fruitless attempts, seeming upset. "You don't wish to kiss me?"

"Please, my king... n-not this..." Námo attempted to plead, but was ignored.

"If you continue to be disobedient I can no longer be patient with you. Your punishment is whatever I deem fit, and if I want to make you mine and show you where you belong, then this is what shall be done."

Talons dug into his sides as Manwë forced him to turn around and slipped his robes off his shoulders, tearing any remaining clothes to shreds. Námo was left lying on his stomach, held down by a Vala greater than himself. A still-clothed groin was pressed against his exposed backside, and he felt flesh hardening against him.

"Since you have cheated me out of a prophecy, I hope you at least haven't cheated me out of being your first," Manwë whispered in his ear.

Námo remained silent. He didn't wish to recount the ways in which his wife had made love to him and how they pleasured each other, and his mind struggled to comprehend the depths of the twisted lust his lord had suddenly revealed. How long had he desired him? Why did he believe he had a right to claim him?

Yet there was no time to ask himself such questions when two hands spread his legs first and then his cheeks, and he heard the sound of a bottle being uncorked, followed by the scent of vanilla and the sensation of liquid being poured onto his skin.

He prayed that those talons wouldn't be forced inside him, even if that meant he would be taken without further preparation; it was going to hurt, but repairing his flesh would be easier this way.

It was only then that Námo briefly considered fighting back, yet any spark of resistance was swiftly drowned out by the knowledge that his king was mightier than he, greater in power and stature. Something inside him had given up before the thought had even crossed his mind; perhaps he already knew that it was going to happen regardless.

Námo buried his head in the nearest pillow when he heard the rustling of fabric and attempted to muffle his cries of pain as Manwë forced himself inside. He had to will his fána to relax and open up, even as it felt like he was betraying himself and his objective of enduring this violation with as much dignity as he could.

"You feel so good."

"You are so beautiful."

"You sound lovely when you cry and moan for me."

Manwë whispered sweet nothings in his ear while taking him, but Námo refused to break his self-imposed silence. This was neither love nor pleasure, it was punishment just as his lord had said, and he would not think of it otherwise for the sake of his own sanity. He received no touch and no true affection, only the empty words of one whose mind had been tainted by greed and obsession.

"Say my name."

Manwë's command seemed to permeate the very air Námo was breathing, but he refused; he did not desire this, and he would not pretend to.

Taloned fingers closed around his neck. "I commanded you to say my name."

He remained silent. Manwë's grip tightened, making it nigh impossible to breathe, and despite knowing that he couldn't be slain, panic flooded his fána – as well as the realisation that his torment might only continue if he kept refusing.

Hesitant and in a broken voice, Námo at last obeyed his lord's command.

"M-man... wë..."

The whisper of his name and the choked noises he made sent a shudder of pleasure through Manwë's entire fána, and he spilled his seed inside his unwilling lover, withdrawing only after every last drop had left him.

Námo felt the need to curl up on his side, make himself small and disappear, but before he could move he was turned around to lie on his back once again.

Manwë looked down at him with a perfectly angelic smile, as if nothing had happened, and planted a chaste kiss on his forehead.

"You are forgiven."

Thanks for reading! ♡

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Kneel, Pray and Obey

Priest!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary: To get rid of your sinful thoughts you have to kneel, pray and obey.

Warnings: smut, corruption, manipulation, butt plug, oral (Bucky receiving), innocent virgin reader, vaginal, praise, pet names, nipple clamps, religious themes.

Tell me if I missed any.

I have nothing against religion and I don't want to disrespect or offend anyone by posting this. It's just a made up fanfic. I will take this down if people are offended or feeling some kind of disrespect.

Part 2: UnHoly Sacrifice

"Father, I know that I have broken Your laws and that my sins have kept me away from You. I am sorry."

Your knees hurt from kneeling on the wooden floor of your church. Goosebumps spread over your fully naked body. Leaning on your elbows with folded hands you try to finish your prayer. When you confessed to Father Bucky that you occasionally had unclean thoughts and weird feelings down below your belly, he told you he would help you become clean again. He took you to the altar and told you to take off your clothes and get on all fours. When you doubted his words and asked why to undress he told you that if you didn't listen to his instructions you would not be cleansed of your sins and you wouldn't go to heaven. After hearing those words you didn't doubt anything he said or did out of fear of not going to heaven.

"Please forgive me and help me to sin no more. I believe that Your Son, Jesus Christ, died for my sins."

When you were in position he told you to fold your hands, close your eyes and pray to god. You heard him move behind you but you kept your eyes tightly closed. He kneeled behind you and stroked his hand over your shoulder blades to your butt. "Keep still, my child. I will get rid of your dirty thoughts and weird feeling. God loves you and so do I. Keep praying, dear. This may hurt a little at the beginning."

"I invite Jesus to become the Lord of my life, to reign in my heart from today."

You heard him open a bottle before you felt an unknown substance in between your asscheeks. He presses something against your butt before he grabs your hips with his big hands. "Don't worry doll, everything will be over soon. Just keep on praying like the good girl I know you can be." He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his size. You stifle a moan trying very hard to concentrate on the words you are saying. When he feels you have relaxed he slips out of you before pushing back in picking up a pace.

"I-I accept the help-p of Priest Barnes to help m-me obey You a-and accomplish Your w-will for the rest of m-my life."

His pace was animalistic at this point and you started struggling to keep your posture. Tears were streaming down your face dripping onto the wooden floor. A certain unknown feeling started to erupt in your belly. "We're almost done, doll. I can feel you gripping my cock milking me dry. Let it go, let it al go for me." An overwhelming feeling took over your whole body together with a loud moan. Juices started dripping down your tighs. Then you felt him spurt his load in you. Still thrusting in and out of you he let you ride out this overwhelming feeling he just gave you. "Good girl." He puls out watching the mix of his and your cum drip out of your hole. "I will plug your little hole to keep my holy juices inside of you. Finish up your prayers and kneel under my desk in front of my chair in the office. I will meet you there." He puts a cold object into your dripping hole twisting it a couple of times making sure it's tight before standing up and walking away.

"I pray for this in the name of Jesus. Amen."

Sitting with your butt on your heels under his office desk you take his stiff member into your hand and start stroking it up and down as Priest Barnes told you to. Trying not to move because of the nipple clips that were connected to the plug you take his leaking tip in your mouth earning a groan from the man above you. "That's it, doll." He places his hand in your hair grabbing a hold of it. "You can take more of it into your pretty mouth, I know you can." Pushing you down more onto his member till your nose hits his pubic bone. You gag a little, never taken something this big inside of your mouth before. When you are used to the feeling of him down your throat you start bopping your head. Twirling your tongue around him to get more of his beautiful sounds out of him. "That's it, doll. Taking me so well. You're such a good girl. Making me feel so good, taking your punishment so well. You are definitely on the good path now baby and I will be with you every step of the way to guide you to heaven." You hum in appreciation sending vibrations down his shaft. Bucking his hips to push more of him into your mouth. "Don't stop, I'm almost there. Take what I give you and you are forgiven, my sweet girl." You feel his cock twitch inside your mouth before it spirts your mouth full of white sticky cum. A little bit drips down your chin. Pulling away you show Priest Barnes your full mouth. He smiles down at you cupping your cheek. "Swallow it, doll." You do as he says.

"Go dress, my child. Pick something out of the closet over there. You will be my new help. Helping me with chores, preparing services, and raising money for charity. I will also plan a weekly appointment for you to get cleansed by me."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Mr. Barnes, I understand."

"Good, and don't think about taking out your plug. I want you to keep what god made me give to you inside of you. See you tomorrow, doll."

Onto the next!

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one-coming-is-enough · 2 months

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Dear Lord, please forgive me for my sins. I did gluttony on three boxes of them girl scout cookies and I had a couple impure thoughts about Doc's fiancé.

-- @angelo-chuck-wagon

That stomachache you're going to have is all the penance you need for the Girl Scout Cookies, My friend.

As for the impure thoughts? The important thing is that you didn't act on them. But you should still find a way to sublimate those thoughts into something else.

From now on, whenever you have impure thoughts about someone who is not available for potential nookie, I want you to text Me a picture of your feet.

#good omens rp

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akunya · 2 years

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"what would you like to confess?"

pairings: box tenshi/angel!vox akuma / m!reader

summary: you repent for your sins, with the help of a certain angel.

tw: dubcon, noncon, god complex (?), groping, manhandling, grinding, frottage? manipulative. vox is NOT human, church sex.

notes: trying to jump back into writing. box tenshi? angel!vox drabble i couldn't get out of my head.

i just call him vox in this fic, but it is his angel version. enjoy. she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

"my poor child.." the angel had you seated on his lap, voice right next to your ear as you sniffled. his hands held your waist close, body practically pressed against the taller man as he tried to soothe you with his words. your poor frame was shaking, his coo's and gentle kisses to your earlobe making your cock throb with guilt. his voice was deep, strangely calming you, as if it was inhuman. your heart beat fast in your chest, trying to recall how you found yourself in this position.

the sin you had committed, like the angel described it, was nothing that you couldn’t be forgiven for. you had walked into the church a bit late at night seeking solace for your consciousness, and luckily (or unluckily), for you, a tall man awaited your arrival. his smile reassured you that everything would be alright, that he was here to guide you and help you find hope in the lord.

the entire church was empty - but what was unique was that this cathedral seemed to operate 24 hours a day, perfect for your late night trouble. the huge building was eerily vacant. looking around, it was as if the pews had rarely been interacted with at all. however, you didnt want to be rude and bring it up, especially since it was a little bit over midnight. the poor guy probably didn't want to stay there any longer than he needed to be. so when he instructed you to follow him into the confessional, explaining how there was only one chair and you needed to sit in his lap, you didn't want to cause any unnecessary issues.

"now tell me, what is it that you've done, my dear? what would you like to confess?" vox smiled, rubbing your thighs to try and calm you. it took you a moment before you stuttered out what you had committed, voice meek and shy of repercussion. your sins had started to spill like water with no filter. however, the angel urged you on as if it was normal, letting you pour out more and more of your secrets that you didn't even know you were bottling up. it was as if you were being forced to explain all of your sins, the angel chuckling.

"my, my. that is quite the long list, boy." you tried to laugh too, wanting to do anything that would make the air feel less suffocating. you squirmed when the man had shifted his position. you felt something long and hard pressing against your ass, gulping as vox leaned in a bit closer to your ear. "i never expected such a cute boy like you to be so sinful." the way he whispered sent chills down your spine, the confessional booth feeling a bit too small for a second. it felt smothering. the tension was heavy, being groped and felt up by this strange man. his size alone engulfed your smaller body, long slender fingers touching where they pleased.

"but, dont worry y/n. you came to the right place. the lord forgives everything, and what you've confessed is nothing out of the ordinary." you let out a sigh you didnt realize you were holding, melting into vox's hold a bit. for a minute, you thought you would be damned to hell, or made fun of for what you did. your back was against the angels chest, and you watched his fingers dance along your thighs as they got closer and closer in between your legs, grazing the zipper.

vox's hands lingered there for a moment, as if thinking to himself. "..however, like all sins that humans commit, you must learn how to repent. do you understand?" the way he carried himself and talked about you, as if you were some mere plaything to him, made you shiver. you nodded slowly - not like you had much of a choice. vox had already locked the confessional booth when you two came in, claiming it was so the demons wouldn't try to come back in and possess you. he thought it was adorable the way you simply agreed to his every word, not causing a fight. humans were so gullible.

you shamefully couldn't look away as vox unbuttoned your pants, mesmerized as he unzipped and peeled them off so he could palm and pull out your cock. "good boy. well then, let's get started shall we?"

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traumacatholic · 1 month

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I know you’re going through a lot right now and I feel so ashamed for asking for prayers, but I desperately need it. I live in Canada and the prices are insane. It is impossible to live of one income. Also, getting a job is so hard right now. Can you please pray that I can move out and live alone. I find it so hard to leave my bed and get a job, but I want to leave the abusive house I live in. 24/7 they torment me and then call me ungrateful. I hate it here. Please pray for a miracle, I can’t do this anymore. I need to leave, but I feel so numb and have no support system anywhere.

Please, don't ever feel ashamed to ask for prayers or any kind of help. There is nothing shameful about asking for help or prayers, even if you feel like the person you're asking prayers or help from is going through a lot. Of course, I will keep you in my prayers.

Some prayers you might find comforting are under the Read More. I would recommend picking one (or as many as you think you can handle) and praying it morning and night, and whenever else you need it.

A Prayer in Time of Need

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom.

Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Prayer of Saint Bishop Nikolaj (Velimirovic) to the Most-Holy Theotokos

Waves of passion disturb my spirit, great sadness and anguish have overwhelmed my soul. Embalm my soul with Thy Son's peace, O Most Holy One, and by His Grace drive away every doubt and despair. Calm the storm of my sins that, like a fiery worm, burn me, and quench its flame. Fill my heart with joy, O Most Pure One, and disperse the fog of my iniquities before me, for it confuses me. Illumine me with the light of Thy Son. Helpless is my soul, and everything is cumbersome, even prayer. Here I am, cold as a stone, my lips whispering prayers, while my heart remains immovable, for it is smothered in anguish. Melt the ice which envelops my soul and warm my heart with Thy love.

I rely not on human protection, but fall down before Thee, O Most Pure Sovereign Mother of God; reject me not, but hearken unto the prayer of Thy servant. Sadness has overcome me; I can endure the demonic attack no more. I have no protection; there is no shelter for me, and in this battle I am ever being wounded. I have no consolation, but in Thee, O Holy Sovereign. O Hope and Protection of all who believe, reject not my prayer.

O Most Holy Mother of Christ, Most Pure, Most Blessed Theotokos, Satan is pounding at me like the waves of the sea against a ship, pursuing me by day and tormenting me at night. I have no peace; turbulent is my soul, my spirit trembles. Hearken, O Most Holy One and help me. Intercede before the dear Lord that He may have mercy on me and forgive the sins I have committed. O Most Holy Mother of Jesus, Thy grace is great, and the mightiest opponent to the powers of Hades. Thou art able to save even the greatest of sinners who, having been cast into the depths of hell by unclean powers, should call upon Thee. So too, save me, for lo, Satan will have me stumble and will destroy my faith, but I trust in the Lord. I magnify Thee, Who art more holy than the Cherubim and the Seraphim.

Amen.

By Father Arseny, an Orthodox priest held prisoner in a Soviet Gulag

O my beloved Queen, my hope, O Mother of God, protector of orphans and protector of those who are hurt, the savior of those who perish and the consolation of all those who are in distress, thou seest my misery, thou seest my sorrow and my loneliness. Help me—I am powerless; give me strength. Thou knowest what I suffer, thou knowest my grief: Lend me thy hand, for who else can be my hope but thee, my protector and my intercessor before God? I have sinned before thee and before all people. Be my Mother, my consoler, my helper. Protect me and save me, chase grief away from me, chase my lowness of heart and my despondency. Help me, O Mother of my God!

Prayer for Mental Health

O Master, Lord my God, in Whose hands is my destiny: Help me according to Thy mercy, and leave me not to perish in my transgressions, nor allow me to follow them who place desires of the flesh over those of the spirit. I am Thy creation; disdain not the work of Thy hands. Turn not away; be compassionate and humiliate me not, neither scorn me, O Lord, as I am weak. I have fled unto Thee as my Protector and God. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for Thy mercy's sake, for I have cleaved unto Thee from my youth; let me who seeks Thee not be put to shame by being rejected by Thee for mine unclean actions, unseemly thoughts, and unprofitable remembrances. Drive away from me every filthy thing and excess of evil. For Thou alone art holy, alone mighty, and alone immortal, in all things having unexcelled might, which, through Thee, is given to all that strive against the devil and the might of his armies. For unto Thee is due all glory, honor and worship: To the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer to Saint Brigid of Ireland

Saint Brigid, You were a woman of peace. You brought harmony where there was conflict. You brought light to the darkness. You brought hope to the downcast. May the mantle of your peace cover those who are troubled and anxious, and may peace be firmly rooted in our hearts and in our world. Inspire us to act justly and to reverence all God has made. Brigid you were a voice for the wounded and the weary. Strengthen what is weak within us. Calm us into a quietness that heals and listens. May we grow each day into greater wholeness in mind, body and spirit.

Prayer to Saint Dymphna

Good Saint Dymphna, great wonder-worker in every affliction of mind and body, I humbly implore your powerful intercession with Jesus through Mary, the Health of the Sick, in my present need. (Mention it.) Saint Dymphna, martyr of purity, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental afflictions, beloved child of Jesus and Mary, pray to Them for me and obtain my request.

(Pray one Our Father, one Hail Mary and one Glory Be.)

Saint Dymphna, Virgin and Martyr, pray for us.

#prayer #prayer request #prayer req #urgent prayer request

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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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Love your writing! It hits the spot every time!

My friend I are both catholic and we finished watching cult and we’re both simping hard for Kai..

Would you write a smut about Kai taking you into a confession booth?? 🙏🏻 pleeeease❤️

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warnings: Church sex, Kai Anderson, blasphimy? Erases the whole cult plot.

Confess.| Kai andersonxfem!reader

My simple sundress flowed just beneath my knees, it would be wrong to say this but at least it wasn't a lie, I loved my priest. Kai Anderson. He was kind, gentle, and spoke with no hesitation. He always got what he wanted as well. Anyways, I got to the church and headed into the confession booth getting comfortable before speaking, "Father forgive fore I have sinned." I could feel myself getting more and more aroused at the idea of having to spill this information to him. "This is a place of confession not judgement, tell me... what is it that you did dear." I looked down to the ground, "I acted in adultry" I don't know if I was just horny but I swear his voice got deeper, and even more sultry, almost as if he was horny. "So, you're unpure, washed of your innocence?" I could only feel hotter, I'm not sure if it's for sin or anything but I got hot. "I don't do this, but come over here please?" I swiftly stood and made my way over to him, "Yes father?" He looked at me with dark eyes and pulled my dress up, "You're a sinner baby, do you feel bad?" I looked down and shook my head no. "He filled me up so well, I felt so good father, he made me feel so happy." I might have missed it but he looked jealous, really jealous. I felt him yank my panties down and slid his fingers across my slit, "You're so wet after just reminising on how he felt." He pulled his dick out and it was incredibly hard, not to mention long. Longer than the one I had the previous night. "Fath-" "That's a major turn-off, just call me daddy" I felt so unholy but grabbed his dick and nodded obediently, his cock throbbing in my grasp. He lifted me up onto his waist and lined himself up with my entrance, "This- This is so wro-" He thrusted up into me silencing the words that almost spilled from my mouth. I couldn't resist wrapping my fingers into his hair and sticking my mouth to his while he worked his hips into mine, my back arching as I whined and whimpered small phrases of "I'm going to hell" and "Don't stop." I could feel myself stretch beyond what I felt last night, I swear I feel him in my stomach while he fucks into me aggressively. "Daddy..." "Hm?" His hands gripped at the flesh of my ass and left behind small marks as he did making me mewl in pure bliss, "May- fucking A- may I cum?" He smiled at me making my walls tighted around him, earning a nice loud groan of appreciation from him, "Go ahead. And once you finish, I'm gonna pump you full of my cum angel." I felt my body shake and tremble at his thrust, his moans, his face, and my orgasm. My world was revolving around him and the idea of being pumped full of his kids. As my orgasm came crashing down on me I felt my legs loosen from around his waist to which he only held onto my ass and thighs tighter. With one final sloppy thrust and a loud animalistic grunt he released his seed into me making me moan at my own accord. His thrust slowed down and his once dominant moans turned into whimpers and he started placing kisses on my neck, hickeys and then pecks so gentle it was cute. He set me down and look down at me, "Go and repent child. I shall do the sa-" I ended his words by placing a well needed kiss to his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, "I've been waiting for that father."

lord help me •_●

@fuckedbykai heres your special story love.

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bxngthedoldrums · 1 year

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a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

#petekey #had to do it to em #man what the FUCK goes on

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beachbabey · 1 year

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ENOCH

Priest Rhett telling you to touch yourself in the confessional booth when you tell him about your impure thoughts 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ROBYN COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT

the fact that i had to look up bible verses and psalms-

im never forgiving you for this

Playlist: / nwfmb - hozier / without you - lana del ray / little bit - lykke li

word count: 931

“Bless me, Father Abbott, for I have sinned…”

He catches the shakiness in your voice, the way you mumble his name like that makes him shift on the wooden bench, black slacks beginning to get unbearably tight in the mere seconds you've been here.

“It’s been…” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence

“Two months if I recall correctly? Since your last confession?” he forces a chirpy voice, biting his lip so hard he’s almost drawing blood at the small, breathless chuckle you give him

“Good memory, yes. Thank you, Father Abbott, I-”

“Rhett. You can call me Rhett. If you’d like. It's just you and me in here"

Your cheeks glow bright pink at his words

Father Rhett…

If only he knew how many times that name left your lips in the middle of the night, back arching off of the damp bedsheets

“I- I have been struggling lately. I’ve been having these, feelings….and urges Father Rhett” The crotch of his pants grow tighter in wicked temptation at your confession.

“Urges?” He prompts with a clipped tone, scrunching his face up in frustration and balling his hand up to keep it from straying to his zipper.

“Yes…. well, you see,” You stop yourself, unsure of how much you’re willing to tell the man. Yes, the guilt had been making you lose sleep, swallowing you whole.

But a part of you enjoyed it. Enjoyed it the way you wanted his fingers to replace yours. How you wanted him to lay you down on his bed, take you all over his church.

“I’ve tried, Father Abb- Rhett, please believe me, but sometimes, I can’t help but act on them and sometimes I…” he can tell you’re nervous by the way your speech quickens, he can picture you on the other side of that thin plank of wood, rubbing your thighs together, canting your hips forward just enough to get enough relief to continue your confession

“God values, and admires your honesty, as do I, child” His calm, soothing voice eases you into your contrition.

He had to be teasing you, surely. He has to be

He’s seen the way you’d discreetly grind down on your own fingers during congregation, hiding your moans behind hymns and prayers. He’s felt the way your lips wrap around his finger ever so slightly when he placed the bread in your mouth, sticking your tongue out a little more than need be, looking up to him with those big round eyes. Sucking your spit off of the tip of his thumb as he went back up to the altar.

He touched himself for hours after that day. Leaning against his bedroom wall, looking down at his own hand, pushing his hips forward, fucking into his palm and envisioning your mouth, those big, doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his cock down your virgin throat. Feeling his pants fully tent as you contemplate your answer.

“But it happens more often now, Father. And I’m ashamed, I think.”

“We all have shame, dear girl, the Lord knows this, and loves us anyways. Are you ready to say your act of contrition?”. You sigh shakily and give him an affirmative hum, stumbling half-heartedly through the prayer.

“Good girl” Rhett croons as you finish, and catches the breath that gets lodged in your throat at his praise, he turns his head to look at the carved wood and mesh screen and he catches the silhouette of you from behind the flimsy partition, you have your head bowed. He can see your shoulders rocking back and forth slightly and he knows what you’re doing. And he wants nothing more than to press his lips to the delicate skin of your neck, just behind your ear, helping you make those unholy noises in his church. Defiling the sacrament he took all those years ago.

“Tell me, Angel. What urges do these feelings provoke?” The alluring way he phrases the question catches you off guard

“I do…. unholy things” Your whimper as you confess, the flush crawling up your ears and down your neck.

“Why don't you tell me a little bit more about that?” You can all but see the smug grin on his lips as he asks you, biting his lip.

“Like. Like….” You don’t even realise your eyes are closed as your fingers caress your thighs, your lower lip hiding a moan as your fingertips trail up your skirt, curling around the seam of your panties, letting your thumb fall over your throbbing clit, bucking your hips as inconspicuously as possible

Are you being serious right now?

“Like what you’re doing right now?”

Your hitches in your throat, your hips stilling as you’re caught. It takes a few seconds for him to speak again. You don't dare move, knowing he can probably see your profile through the screen.

“None of us are without sin” He continues nonchalantly, teasing you even more. You gather up the courage to start humping your hand again, a little harsher this time, even letting out a small gasp, the newfound confidence shooting down into your cunt, making you clench around nothing.

“I, of all people should know that. Having to resist temptation. Every. Fucking. Sunday.” He groans. And you know he's talking about you, hearing his head softly hit the wall behind him. You hear a zipper and let out a small moan at the realisation that he's now touching himself. Because of you

“So I’m sure we can repent after. Now, let me hear you sin for me Angel”

#nobody talk to me about this #robyn <3 #priest!rhett #priest!rhett x reader #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x you

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