#the nun x reader

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

In The Dark Of The Night

Pairing: Valak  / The Nun x Fem! Nun! Reader.

Summary: After arriving and joining the Covent you so didn't wish to join, Valak takes a liking to you.

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), Tongue fucking, Fingering, Intercourse (P in V), Masturbation, Voyeurism, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation. Mention of reader possibly catching an STI from Valak and his ashy lips. Reader smokes weed.

Writing Time: 3 hours.

Word Count: 2251.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 6.

A/N:

Had a ball figuring this shit out. Started writing this at 1am, it's now nearly 4am and I have to be up in 2 hours 😁🔫 Think about that when the reader is crying about not getting enough sleep. I love this fic but I think Valak is very OOC, this is my first time writing him so hopefully I'll get better at it. Valak is referred to as 'The Nun' and with they/them pronouns (until they whip out their dick 😁) since I was semi writing fron the reader's perspective and they have no idea what Valak's name is or what they identify as. But I do write Valak as male, so they are male here it's just doesn't know until near the end.I'm tired so I didn't research Nuns and Covents before writing this, which I probably should of done but who cares since the movies do a poor job of explaining them? I'm sure y'all only came for the smut. I'll fix it when if I feel like it. Valak has ashy lips cause I said so.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Something felt off, to say the least. You felt more uneasy in this new unfamiliar place than any other place.

When your father announced you'd be attending this new place, you were furious. Well, furious and heartbroken. He had written you off to become a nun because it was the easiest way to send you away. And all for wait? Because you had recently been having issues with your mental health and he couldn't deal with it? Or did he need you needed Jesus?

Either way, you started hating him on the drive here. And once you stepped foot in this place and felt the almost sicken bad vibes.

The teachers had been just as you expected. Strict, never smiling and so obviously loved having power over others. Others being the new not yet devoted Nuns or freshly devoted Nuns.

You was gonna hate it here.

You had met your new sisters and to be honest, none of them mattered to you. You weren't in any kind of mood to make friends, but you hoped that would change. You didn't want to be alone here.

The only Sister that seemed like friend material was Sister Irene. She had that kind and friendly spirit that you thought all Nuns should have.

But seriously, something wasn't right around here. You couldn't place your finger on it and honestly, you hoped you never could.

—-///—-

You tried to get comfortable in your new bed, but it seemed impossible. Like the Devil was purposely making the springs press into your back and then laughing at your discomfort.

You huffed as you gave up and got out of bed. You grabbed your carefully stashed away blunts and lighter and headed for your window. Unlocking the old window proved to be a little bit of a challenge but you managed.

You started at the sky as you smoked, the affect of the weed slowly crawled into you and eased you. You leaned against the wall of the window and slowly looked around your room. The atmosphere suddenly changed back to uneasy and even more so.

Something...or maybe someone caught your eye. You had spotted a figure in your room, in front of your bedroom door. It was so dark, you couldn't make out any features. Just the outline of a body.

It freaked you out to say the least and you knew you wasn't that high so this was real. It had to one of your Sisters right? Here to snitch on you for smoking a joint...right?

"If you're here to catch me up to something, well, you caught me. So what are you waiting for now? Go ahead and snitch." You called out.

No response. You were quiet for a few seconds, just staring at the figure. You then sighed a bit before drawing another drag and offering it up to the mysterious figure.

"Or do you want some?"

The figure suddenly disappeared and you couldn't see where it went. You stood up properly in fear and looked around again, you saw nothing. The room looked completely normal even in the dark but certainly didn't feel normal.

You nervously put out the blunt and crawling back into bed. You told yourself it had to have been the pot, even if you didn't feel that high it must of been that. Maybe your dealer gave you something different this time, some pot laced with something. God you hope it was just that. It has to be just a bad trip.

Fortunately, you managed to fall asleep fairly quickly after that. Bud seemed to be just what you needed to fall asleep. You would get you was asleep for maybe a little over an hour before you stirred awake.

Wonderful, awake again, and it only just turned 1am and you were gonna be woken up at 6am. Delicious, this is gonna be a night full of broken up sleep. You looked up to face the ceiling and hopefully fall asleep again, just get those much needed extra hours.

But you couldn't. And you didn't feel like smoking again, so you did the next best thing. Placed both feet against the bed with your knees bent and pushed a hand past your underwear. You carefully fingered yourselves with two fingers. As your pleasure built up, you closed your eyes and focused simply on your own pleasure. A few moaned slipped out of your mouth and when you felt although you was ready, you added another finger.

You lost yourself in your pleasure and smiled as you neared yourself closer to the edge. It didn't take too long, considering how sleepy you already was. But right as you felt your orgasm building, you opened you eyes. And boy did you regret it.

When you opened your eyes, your attention quickly went to the foot of your bed where another figure appeared. And this time, you could see their features. It was Nun, with a terrifying face say the least. You knew it wasn't another Sister because of their lovely face which was smirking down at you, giving you a lovely view of their sharp fangs. Their eyes glowing a piercing yellow.

'Hell no, not today Satan. Please no.' Is what you thought as you, now fully wide awake, threw your covers off, ripped all fingers out of your pussy and made a beeline for the door. You were stopped by a force that only could of been supernatural and air yeeted back onto your bed. You screamed as loud as you could and the creepy looking Nun inched closer and closer to you.

"Oh Baby, don't scream. Don't cry." The Nun pouted down at you and touched your right cheek.

Obviously, you screamed even louder. The Nun's soft expression disappeared almost as soon as it came and they clamped a hand down across your mouth and squeezed.

"Shut up, now." It's tone now gruff and aggressive.

You looked up at them in fear whilst noticing some strange beauty in their face and soon started crying, "Please don't hurt me."

"Oh Dear," Their soft tone suddenly back, "I'm not here to hurt you... I just wanted to help."

"H-Help?" You whispered.

The Nun gave you a smile and headed down south. You thought the smile was supposed to be comforting but it felt so evil and unsettling, it had the opposite the affect. You felt your heart beat faster in fear, the way your heart starts beating when your about to have a panic attack. It definitely didn't help that you still couldn't move and was completely immobilised by this supernatural force.

The Nun pulled your panties down to your knees, not bothering pulling them down all the way and quickly got to work. Their tongue was... something you had experienced before.

It was wet, messy and far too big to be normal. It was driving you insane. If you had to guess from just the feeling, this monster's tongue was almost the same size as the average dick. It quickly turned you into a moaning mess. Your cries became cries of pleasure and you orgasmed almost immediately. Either you was still worked up from fingering yourself, which was unlikely considering the brief heart attack you just had, or this Nun was unstoppable with their tongue.

The Nun gave you two more orgasms with their tongue before coming up. They looked down at you and smirked again. You could see now, their black lips and tongue were black from ash. It was all over their mouth and chin and you was now consumed with worry, hopefully now of that ash got caught in your pussy. Which STI would you get from that?

You hadn't noticed but the Nun had started pulling up their skirt and pulling at something underneath it. Out sprang the biggest dick you had ever seen.

Nope, that wasn't normal, if you saw that monster on any human man you'd tell them to see a Doctor. Cause 12.5 inches (you're estimating based on looks) is not normal. The Nun grinned and stared down at your terrified face as he pumped himself.

You looked up at him, "That's not going inside me."

"Yes it is." He stated matter of factly still smiling at you.

"It will kill me." You responded with a glare.

Whilst you was still a little iffy about the penis size, your fear was starting to melt away and you was no longer afraid to talk to this creature. It could be the dizziness from the multiple orgasms you just had but this was starting to feel like a normal not scary sexual encounter.

"I'll make it work." The Nun shrugged.

"Ok, but I need to know your name first." You told him.

The demon was silent for a few seconds, "I don't usually give my name... but I suppose you will need something to scream so. It's Valak."

Valak thrusted into you immediately after that, not giving you much time to adjust. You screamed in pain but Valak placed a hand over your mouth again and tsked at your vocals, as if you was the problem. He then pulled off your panties completely and shoved them in your mouth without warning, you choked a little and Valak moaned at the sound.

Fortunately Valak hadn't pushed all of himself inside of you, only the first few inches (which is still a whole dick, Valak, but ok) and didn't go any further than that. He moved in and out at normal pace, not seeming to care at all about your cervix which he was currently beating up with his monster cock.

But despite all the complaints, you was starting to love it. Once you had adjusted, you was moaning and crying again. Tears ruining your vision and making Valak more aroused therefore making him move faster.

He groaned as he fucked up and glared down at you, completely focused on your face. Deciding this wasn't enough, he bent your legs back as far as they could go, up to your head and leaving you in a mating press. This gave him more opportunity to add a couple more inches without hurting you as much.

You cried, screamed and whined as the creature defiled you. You felt filthy, absolutely disgusting. But also alive. Something you hadn't felt before. You were squirming and whimpered from a dick too big for your little pussy to comprehend and you loved it. It was now you realised there was no chance you could married to God, you was enjoying such a lewd act, letting a demon fuck you dumb, way too much.

"Please! More!" You whined against your panties.

Valak heard you loud and clear and pressed a thumb on your clit. He would of preferred to sink his whole dick into you but knew it would be too much.

He then leaned down and spat on your mouth. Most of it was immediately soaked up by your panties, which irritated the shapeshifter. So he pulled your panties out of your mouth and spat again.

"Swallow whore." He hissed at you.

You eagerly did as you was told, hoping there would be a reward. And there was, the demon grinned down at you again when he saw you followed orders well, and then shoved his whole tongue in your mouth.

He tasted just as you expected, like ash and death.

As you noticed before when he was eating you out, his tongue was not normal either. It was way too big and long, just like his dick. It filled up your mouth and made you choke slightly. But soon like before, once you adjusted to the size, you was moaning like a slut again.

You came again, you didn't know which number this one but it was definitely better than the last. But you were feeling drained now, overstimulated. You had no idea when Valak would cum though and it made you nervous, surely he would stop once he came you thought. But then, when would he cum? A demon's limit must be far greater than a human's.

And you was right, Valak could fuck for hours without cumming. And that's what he planned to do. He wanted to know what you looked like, excessively overstimulated.

You really wished you hadn't found out what made this place so off.

#stitched #stitched mouth #stitched talks #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #stitched writes #the nun #the nun ii #the nun x reader #the nun smut #valak x reader #valak #valak the nun #valak smut

[gredoll]

Devil Fucking

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masc! Valak x fem! Reader [ Oneshot ]

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Content Warnings: NSFW

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Content Rating: 18+

{y/n} slept silently in the upstairs bedroom of The Warrens home. Strange-goings-on had been happening recently but who was she to let it get to her head?

As she dreamt peacefully, unaware of the figure in the corner, she couldn’t stop herself from growing throbbing from her sweet dream about a disgustingly erotic thought.

As Valak watched, he couldn’t help but cackle softly, his voice echoing in a deep and rumbling tone. His body slowly swaying up to {y/n}’s bed as he climbs on top of her sleeping body. He took notice of her clothes…well lack of.

Oh sweet {y/n}, with your perfect body only hiding away the most intimate parts. It’s like you wanted this, wanted a demon to crawl over you during the night and lavish you with its tongue. Valak sniffed the air around, searching for any sign of fear or terror.

A sweet scent caught him as he slowly trailed up her thigh, moving her leg to the side to stuff his face against her leaking cunt. He inhaled deeply, letting out a shuddering and hot breath. This wasn’t fear…it was sweeter, more primal.

He couldn’t control as his mind screamed to feast, his serpents tongue trailing the inside of her thigh as it coats his saliva across the now soaking wet fabric of {y/n}’s panties.

{y/n} felt the warmth of the unfamiliar tongue and slowly opens her eyes, looking around the room before noticing the horns sitting just below her. She sits up and gasps softly, the thing peering up at her with gold eyes. He continues to let his tongue dance against the fabric as he moves a clawed hand to the bottom of her stomach.

”It seems you have been wanting this, what would your poor employers say knowing how badly you wanted to be touched like this by the very thing set out to kill them.” His voice echoed around her head, she takes notice that he didn’t even move his mouth aside from adjusting to let his tongue slip further.

{y/n} bites her lip, suppressing a soft gasp as his claws digs into her soft skin. “I-I…shit…” She mumbles out as he slowly moves his claw to tear the fabric away from her heated secret. She shakes as his warm pants fan across her dripping cunt.

”Go on…tell me you want it, whore.” He teases and growls out, his tongue softly flicking against the folds of her body. She moans softly and lays back, spreading her legs out more. “Please…I want to be one of yours..” She whimpers and pants as she feels Valak’s tongue slowly presses against her clit, feeling and assaulting the bud with feverish delight. He growls at the taste, pushing her legs and holding them against her stomach to better show off his most prized meal.

{y/n} moans, closing her eyes as she holds onto her bed sheets, jolting and shuddering with every flick of his tongue. He growls, placing a clawed finger at her entrance before pushing it in. She screams out, crying softly at the scratching before she feels her body grow accustomed, moaning as his claws scratches her in the deepest places.

”You will obey me.” He sighs, working his fingers gently as he feels her cunt tighten and spurt. As he continues his relentless assault,

{y/n}’s body betrays her conscious. Her cunt holding his finger tightly as she squirts against his tongue. The groan Valak let out could have shook the whole earth, humans were so interesting and so tasty.

He slowly sat up, looking at {y/n} as she regained her composure. Panting softly as she sits up, she gathers the sheets to cover herself. ”Keep that pretty little thing delicious for me, it’s a good meal.” He laughs before stepping back into the shadows of her room.

{y/n} sighed sadly, looking around to see if Valak actually left. She looks down at her body, scratch marks adorning her stomach and thighs.

#gredoll #the nun #the nun 2 #the conjuring #the conjuring 2 #valak #valak x reader #valak smut #the nun x reader #the nun smut #slashers #slashers x reader

[stitched-mouth]

give us some of your headcanons about valak x reader !! thank you 😽

Dating Valak Would Include…

Pairing: Valak x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Valak is a warning himself, SFW & NSFW, Headcannons become nsfw after —///—, Fingering, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Public sex, Demon sex, Teratophilia? (Monster fucking), Implied murder, I kinda bully the reader in the beginning for dating a demon even though I’m desperate to

Summary: What it would be like to date Valak.

Writing Time: 40 minutes.

Word Count: 🤷🏽‍♀️

Format: Headcannons.

A/N:

Thanks for requesting! I love writing for Valak, I’m so wet for him, please request more for him. Headcannons become nsfw after —///— ! Only read the beginning half of you’re only here for sfw content!

• Girl I think you might be crazy.

• Like dating a demon? You might be mad.

• You know girls who typically date older guys have daddy issues? Right, well this can’t just be daddy issues.

• Might be a different kind of issues too.

• Like your parents must of forced to go to Church and pray and all that religious bs for you to be like this now.

• Religious issues?

• Anyway, despite all my bullying, I’d say Valak is a great lover.

• Seriously, he takes you and everything you do or care about seriously.

• For example, you get hungry but are too lazy to cook so rather starve, Valak will go out of his way to bring you food.

• Yes, human food. Obviously he hates or doesn’t have any need to human food but he still cares about you and knows you need it.

• Or someone at work is giving you shit, they randomly go missing.

• What did you expect? Valak is a demon, of course he’s a yandere type lover.

• Well, not exactly yandere.

• Like I don’t think he’ll force you to obey him and shit.

• He kinda just likes to watch from behind the scenes.

• So if you decide to go out late, he won’t stop you but he will absolutely follow.

• You really really want this expensive whatever (clothes, shoes, toy) but can’t afford it?

• Valak is already spooking the shop owner to steal it and give to you.

—///—

• Valak is the best lover in bed too, if you’re good with spooking shit.

• Which you should be, you’re dating a demon.

• He will absolutely tie you down and fuck the brains out of you with his gigantic humanoid cock.

• Yeah, his dick isn’t normal btw.

• Like far too big to be human.

• Also grey like the rest of him.

• He also like to just watch sometimes, give him a nice show and touch yourself and he will nearly cum just from watching you get yourself off.

• I’ll bet having his eyes on you whilst your doing something so filthy and private helps you get off too.

• Valak want to beg for his big dick but even if you do there is no guarantee he’ll give it to you.

• Valak has no shame.

• So yes he will make himself invisible and finger you in public.

• Will also eat you out in public too.

• You’re only hope is to run somewhere private and safe.

• Most of the time Valak will let you but sometimes he won’t.

• He’s can be a little shit sometimes.

• Easiest way to get him to do something for you is to suck him off.

• Even if you have no chance of taking all of him in your mouth, he still appreciates the effort.

• Or better yet, lay on your back in front of him, spread your legs, start touching yourself and beg for his cock.

• Again, no guarantee you’ll get it, but it will make him hard as a rock and probably jerk him dick off till his jizz is covering your face.

• Then he’ll be completely smitten for you.

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched writes #the conjuring #the conjuring 2 #the nun #the nun ii #the nun 2 #valak #valak x reader #valak smut #the nun x reader #the nun smut

[restinslices]

On My Knees Begging

Begging y’all to write fanfic about Frenchie. Don’t make me do it😭😭

#Frenchie the nun #maurice theriault #the nun #the nun 2 #the nun x reader #Valak you dirty bitch #Let my white boy GO #legit foaming at the mouth

[agathasslutt]

i need more valak x reader fics right now- IM DYING

#valak #valak x reader #the nun #the nun 2 #the nun x reader #the conjuring #the conjuring 2 #please please please #i need them #bonnie aarons #mother istg #demon dick fr #daddy and mommy at the same time

[notellesblog]

i’ve seen a lot of nun alastor fanart but where is my waiter alastor fanart at😫😫😫

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel alastor #nun alastor #ep 5 hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #aroace alastor

[yandere-sins]

Do you know which concept I‘m going feral over again at the moment?

Yandere!Priests

[Warning: Yandere + Violent & Lewd content]

It‘s really just about the absolute depravity of these priests.

A priest who‘s knuckles turn white as they grip the altar so hard to not just jump his darling on the spot while they are in the middle of a sermon. But their darling is sitting in the front row and they can smell their perfume and it‘s driving them absolutely insane and their cock so hard that they can‘t concentrate on their speech to the point they have to cut the service short. Everyone is so concerned about them but when their darling steps up to ask if they are okay or need something, they almost orgasm in front of everyone. (They‘ll make sure that their darling is the only person to take care of them, that‘s for sure. And while the priest is at it, they can invade their darling‘s home and life to the point of no return.)

Or confessional boothes where their darling is spilling all their worries and heartache, which is not only ideal for the priest to know to manipulate them later, but also because they can't help jerking off pitifully to their darling's voice. Imagining them on their knees sucking them off like the little devil his darling must be to turn the priest away from god. Yet the priest will be panting and gasping for air by the time they absolve their darling from the 'sins' they comitted, the priest hoping they'll be back soon with more.

A cult priestess who notices one of the followers turning away from the cult and it happens to very their darling. So they start sacrificing all their darling‘s friend and family, making them the outcast. Making sure they feel so threatened and scared that the moment the priest opens their arm for them, they run and confess all their sins. They are an outcast that the priest can take back under their wing, reform back to their faith and at the same time manipulate and gaslight them to the point that they won‘t want to leave the priests side anymore, which gives room for them to demand the ultimate sacrifice of the darling—their whole being.

A very beloved priest and their caretaker!darling. Priest is the chosen of god but they‘ll refuse to do anything they are supposed to if their darling isn‘t in reach for them at all times. Darling who was forced into this role but is now pressured into doing everything for the priest so the latter may provide the village with divine guidance. Darling that wants to escape but is dragged back and beaten into compliance. And a priest who basks in the glory of getting away with all the lewd and terrible things he does to them with no one to help the darling.

But it goes to other religious figures as well!

Angels that begin to fall from grace without realizing it because they start to simp for their darling and they really shouldn‘t. But the darling looks so cute and the angel loves it when you laugh. They're really trying not to favor them with divine intervention whenever their darling is having a bad day, but seeing their frown turn into a smile when they see a rainbow or pet a stray cat that thee angel led to them, they just can't help themselves from making their darling's life a little easier. That is, until the darling starts to truly commit sins (like fall in love with someone that is not the angel), and they have to do worse things (like watch over them as the darling undresses or masturbates) and they don't even realize just how much they are losing their angelic-ness, because the angel suddenly longs to be more than just a silent observer.

Nuns/Monks that are taking care of a lost sheep on their priests demands and start to forget about all their vows and duties, wanting to only be with them and stalking them around the grounds. Sneaking into their rooms to frolick in their darling's sheets and lick their spoon after dinner, their nethers tingling with lust as more and more depraved thoughts come into mind. Them sitting next to their darling at the sermon, their knees touching and the yan unable to keep themselves from panting and salivating over their darling, developing a desire to deprave them in the same way as the darling has the yan.

Anyway, I'm super normal about it but,

#yandere priestess #yandere angels #yandere priests #yandere nuns #yandere monks #yandere-talk #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Christian Woman

König x Nun!Reader

Word count: 12.5 k Tags/warnings: 18+ pure FLUFF & SMUT & COMFORT

First time/loss of virginity, implied consent, teasing, corruption kink, fingering, cunnilingus, thighing/intercrural sex, protected p in v. Silly, sweet, kind of innocent, kind of naughty. Romance, forbidden love trope, love as a religion, happy ending. 

Part 3/3

Everytime König enters your life, you start to lie.

You lie about where you’re going and where you’ve been, you lie about who you see and what you do. People think you’ve helped some foreign man to hospital, that you were away last night to make sure he got safely into treatment. You told them he was some poor fellow who got stabbed and robbed on the street and that you called the ambulance from his phone and that the police needed to see you today for further questioning. 

You lie and lie and lie, and then slip out to see König, who’s hopefully alive and still in the same place you left him last night.

When you enter the old, half-demolished building now serving as a B&B, the same old man from last night looks up with wary eyes. He immediately relaxes back to reading his paper when he sees you’re only the harmless, grey nun from last night. 

You sneak upstairs without exchanging a word with him and go straight to König’s door. Giving it a quick knock and uttering, “It’s me,” you half expect to get shot through the wooden entrance. But there only comes a happy “Come in” from behind the door, and you notice König hasn’t even locked the damn thing. Is he expecting you, or is he simply that confident with his gunslinger skills?

Turns out he’s probably both, because you freeze right there on the doorstep when you step in.

He’s wearing nothing but boxers this time, and your eyes fly straight back to his eyes after being glued to the prominent package between his legs for far too long. And good God, the man’s got some muscles on those legs... 

“Hallo, Kätzchen,” he greets, giving you an obnoxiously flirty smile upon noticing how flustered you look.

“You… You shouldn’t be up yet,” you quickly turn to close the door. 

“I have to use the bathroom, no?”

He looks at you from across the room, so innocent and sweet and, at the same time, so mischievous that you don’t know what to do or where to look. He’s gotten rid of the hood, but there are traces of black paint around his eyes, it still clings to his brows, making him look like someone who just came home from a carnival. You want to go to him and wipe it away and tell him that he missed a spot and that he’s clumsier than you thought, but you can’t... You can only fall deeper into your awkward shyness as he raises his brows. 

He turns what appears to be the shreds of his old shirt in his hands, then dumps it into the bin, suddenly a little nervous too. There are moments when you have suspected that König might suffer from social anxiety or shyness around people, but he covers it very well. Around you, the man seems to be at ease, flirts and jokes with you often and is very straightforward with his intentions.

You wonder if he likes you so much simply because you are unattainable. 

Maybe you represent some girl next door to him, perhaps you remind him of his first love. Perhaps you happen to be something so sweet, innocent, and unreachable that he feels strong and safe in your company. Perhaps holding hands and trading a few passionate kisses feels safer than going after a real relationship… Perhaps this Will they, won’t they situation is enough excitement for him, too.

Or perhaps König has been so wounded by women that he prefers to be around a frigid – or at least very virginal – nun rather than face the dangers of approaching a real, attainable woman.

But flaunting himself like this in front of you is yet another clear sign that he, at the very least, loves to tease you to death. He looks like he’s in far better condition than yesterday, and starts to peel off the bandage like it’s just a scratch he suffered. 

“Let me help you with that,” you rush to him, silently relieved when he lets you clean the wound and change the bandage. He even lays himself down to be treated by you and smiles with his signature grin as you fuss around him.

“Not a word,” you risk a glance his way while gently cleaning the wound.

“Not a word,” he promises with a cheeky smile, and gets another erection. 

It’s even worse when he’s wearing nothing but his underwear... You can see the bulge stretching the fabric, forming a tight, thick curve right next to you as you try to focus on your task.

“Perhaps you should put some clothes on,” you offer while trying to concentrate on examining the skin for any signs of irritation.

“Eh. They’re dirty.”

“I can go and ask if they have a laundry room here,” you propose. “I could wash them for you. Do you need a new shirt?”

Ugh, what a stupid question...

“Why not,” he shrugs. “If the view is unpleasant...”

“Behave yourself now,” you say with a soft smile. “XL…?”

“At least.”

He must be getting better if he’s behaving like this... The man’s insufferable enough when he’s uninjured, but now that he’s getting pampered, he’s somehow even worse. You bite your lip as he dares to moan on the bed, too. You’ve brought him food last night, and he’s being treated carefully and touched softly, he’s getting his clothes washed for him, he’s got his own personal nun worrying about him 24/7. Of course he’s moaning.

And you’re in danger because you just love to pamper him. It feels more meaningful to treat his wounds and run on errands than do the eternal dishes at the convent. You feel like you’re saving a life here... Like someone actually needs you, depends on you. You feel so wanted, and König seems to fully agree with you.

“I could live the rest of my life like this,” he purrs on the bed as you gently put a fresh bandage in place.

“I have no doubt about that.”

“Are you really going to get me a new shirt…?” He asks with bright puppy eyes – the faked innocence is so blatant you want to throw a pillow over that face.

“If you give me some money to buy one, then yes.”

“You can have as much as you want. Buy yourself something nice while you’re at it, hmm? As a reward.”

“I don’t do this for the sake of rewards.”

“I know... But you could buy yourself anything you want. A new dress, new jeans, lingerie… Give me a little fashion show when you get back?”

König knows you’re probably the last woman on earth who’s interested in shopping sprees, let alone new jeans or sexy lingerie. Your only summer dress resides at your parent’s house as a relic from the past, a token from your life before sisterhood. But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to see his face when you do a little twirl before his bed, wearing nothing but a laced bra and some matching strings… 

“Give you a fashion show?” you laugh. “When did thanking me turn into you profiting from it?”

“I’m just saying... If you need new underwear, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

You snort and shake your head slowly. “You’re far too cheeky when you’re injured. I truly hope you get better soon.” 

“I don’t,” he crosses his arms behind his head, looking perfectly pleased with himself while lying there in nothing but his underwear. “And neither do you.”

“Excuse me? Of course I do…!”

“No, I don’t think so. You like to take care of people, I can see it. You’d make a good field medic.”

“I doubt that.”

“You remain calm under pressure,” he says. “And you take good care of me.”

“That’s only because you were silly enough to get shot.”

“...And I would do it again if it leads to this,” he grins.

“Cheeky,” you shake your head reprimandingly. “Far too cheeky.”

“You are an angel,” he says gently. “And I mean that.”

You rise to put the trash in the bin, then look back at him. “No, I’m not. I’m just some woman you bumped into in the street.”

“That’s exactly what an angel would say.”

You sigh: it’s useless with König, hopeless, like trying to wrestle with God. No matter what you say or do, he always turns it against you in the sweetest possible way. It’s like he's stripping away pieces of your armour – you fear nothing will be left before this visit is done.

“Did you eat any of the food I brought you…? You need to eat something, and drink a lot of water–” You take a look at the side table, noticing he has already eaten everything you got him last night. “Gosh. You must be getting better if you have an appetite like this...”

König only laughs on the bed. “I’m sorry, Kätzchen, but that was just a snack.”

You brought him three sandwiches, at least a dozen apples and a bag of walnuts, but they’re all gone. Of course a soldier of his size eats like a horse, and he needs all the food he can get, having gone through the wringer last night.

“I’d kill for a Schnitzel and a tall beer,” he sighs dreamily on the bed, no doubt knowing you well enough to tell that you’ll get him anything he wants if he only plays this wounded soldier role right. 

You begin to doubt if his injuries were ever that serious. It just looked bad last night because he was so tired, and there was blood everywhere... With a bleak blink, you realize most of the blood you cleaned off of him last night probably wasn’t his own.

He’s in a cheery mood now, looking at you hopefully from the bed, arms crossed behind him, legs out long, wearing nothing but those stupid black boxers and that goshdarned, sweet smile.

“Do you think you could get me one of those big Schnitzels somewhere…? You know, the really big ones.”

“Maybe,” you cross your arms over your chest, and furrow your brow when he visibly perks up on the bed a little. “I said maybe. We’ll see. And you’ll get water instead of beer.”

“Shame.”

“You don’t need alcohol right now. Plus I can’t just go and buy beer looking like this.”

He smiles. The man’s all smiles today… Probably because of all the blood loss. Or maybe because you’re the girl next door who’s going to bring him his favourite food. 

“Of course not,” he says, with hazy love in his eyes. “I am already forever in your debt, Kätzchen.”

…

It’s not a sin to take a nap together.

That’s what you tell yourself as you curl next to König after you bring him his Schnitzel, shirt, and a few bottles of sparkling water. 

“There’s plenty of room for both. Come on, I won’t bite,” he shifts on the bed and extends his hand to invite you in. 

You lay yourself down next to him and tell yourself it’s just to please a recovering man. There’s nothing sexual about it, so why not?

Still, your body is singing by the time he takes your hand in his own, wrapping both your arms around your middle like you’re an established couple about to get some sleep together.

Raindrops are slowly tapping on the window, and you tell yourself you’re just resting your eyes a bit as your lids drift closed. König is already snoring behind you, with another erection pressed against your back. You’re not intimidated by it: it only feels natural to cuddle him like this. The rain turns into a languid rap, and you know you won’t be leaving this building in a while. With the contentment of a cat who’s finally warm and safe, you fall into a deep sleep.

You stir after an hour or two, waking up to such a pleasant, safe feeling you don’t quite remember when you’ve ever felt this good. König has buried his face in your neck, somewhere in the folds of your coif, probably in an attempt to reach some skin. He pulls you closer when you try to shift, rumbling contently behind you.

“Sleep well…?”

“Mm...”

The moment is so lazy and cosy you don’t want to get up. A large, warm hand flexes against your stomach as König buries his face deeper under the veil. He reaches the skin of your neck and inhales deeply, making all the tiny hairs across your body shoot up. 

You let him kiss you there, and he does it with reverence, like he’s kissing a holy idol. It’s chaste enough but makes you go taut in his hold – in fact, you have to use all your willpower not to moan out loud.

“I think I need to go now,” you whisper, doing absolutely nothing to act on that threat.

“Mm–hm,” he agrees while keeping your body hugged tight against him. 

“König… Really, I need to get back...”

“Ja... Ok,” he mutters, hand traveling up the thick black cotton of your habit. It meets your breast and cups it without shame. You feel the hot, hard length twitching against your back, making leaving this bed less and less tantalizing.

You whine when he starts to fully paw your breast, thrusting his hips up and against your butt. The kiss turns into a love bite right after as he starts to use teeth on your neck – your back arches on instinct, a broken sigh slipping through your lips. He can't be serious... A hickey-covered neck is the last souvenir you want to bring back from this nap.

“You said you wouldn’t bite,” you whimper, but he just laughs softly. The sound is thick and breathless, cinders and smoke so close to your ear that you’re shamefully wet even without his other… advances.

The afternoon is mellow, it has stopped raining, but you wish you could stay on this spun sugar bed with him forever. You know what you want already; in your heart, you’ve made a giant decision, but the overwhelming realisation is too much to bear. 

And so you rip yourself away from his arms and flee once again. He’s the devil himself, smiling on the bed with another proud erection tenting his pants. Rushing back to the convent, adjusting your veil as you go, your mind is plagued with the image of König reaching a hand down those boxers and enjoying a long, drowsy masturbation session while you have to hurry home for Mass.

Christ… 

It only took 24 hours to make you melt in his arms like snow.

And the “naps” become a habit as you haul him food or clothes, new from the store or clean and warm from the drier. You bring him a fresh pair of boxers, too, since he only had the clothes on his back when he was shot. He’s ever so grateful for his saving angel, who he gets to cuddle “as a reward”. You don’t quite know if it's a reward for you or him.

Sometimes, he’s cleaning his gun or doing wall pushups when you arrive, indicating that he’s still recovering but getting better every day – and more restless by the minute. At some point, you’re not even napping anymore; you only lay down with him to snuggle and make out, feeling like a shy teen when you only let him touch you over your clothes. His hands explore you literally everywhere except between your legs because that’s when you gently guide his eager paws away.

You wonder if this is what drugs feel like to some people. You’re fully in the present moment, swimming in a soft bliss, calm and whole and sweet and good. Everything in the world is just as it should be.

“If you ever come to Austria, I will take you to the mountains,” König mumbles nonsense into your hair, freed one day from the confines of your veil and coif. It’s a surrender in every meaning of the word – your clothes are the last literal protection you have against his attempts to worship you.

“Perhaps we’ll stay there... Forget all this,” he chatters lazily, clearly in the same sweet bubble as you. “Ja, that sounds good… I’ll keep you there until you come to your senses.”

“That sounds like a kidnapping scenario,” you comment with a soft smile on your lips.

“Ah. My plan is ruined.” 

You crane your head to look at him. “No... Not ruined.” 

“No?”

“Just exposed.”

You figure it was only a matter of time before this snuggle turned into another make out session. This time, the shared kiss is purposeful, full of presence and slow need. The anxiety is gone, the rights and wrongs of this world tucked somewhere far away.

“We need to stop doing this,” you whisper into his mouth, brain turning into mush from the way he holds you so gently.

“Why…? It feels nice…”

You can’t argue with that, and when his hands start to travel, you do nothing to stop them. 

He slides a palm down your curves, pulls you closer by the waist, cups your butt when you don’t seem to protest. Usually, this sort of behaviour has been a little too much, you have treated it as a bridge that shouldn’t be crossed. Now, you let his hand travel down your thigh, you allow him to grab a handful of your skirt and slowly, slowly drag it up.

When you still don’t protest, his unhurried kiss turns into a delighted, hungry one. 

He finds nothing but skin underneath your dress, and starts to explore your thigh with a trembling hand. He's warm and big, both gentle and calloused, and you can’t help but think how obscene you must look with your black robes dragged up like that, a man’s hand desperately searching for the treasure between your legs while your mouths devour each other in a slow, sloppy kiss. 

His fingers slide up, up, up until they meet the fabric of your panties, then come to a halt right above the mound of your sex. In both horror and thrill, you find your thighs parting, inviting him in, heart racing in your chest as König finds your underwear not only wet but soaked through.

That’s when he groans – into your mouth, hot breaths hitting your face as he examines you through the panties like it’s business as usual that you’re so wet. You’re both ashamed and exhilarated – you haven’t even shaved. And he’s about to…

“Mh–”

You feel him probe the side of the fabric, then casually sliding your poor, soaked underwear aside. Your wet folds are exposed to cold air and warm fingers; the last of your armour, your pride and shame and vows, drift away like they were made of nothing but simple steam. 

He drags his fingers across your folds, unhurried and pleased to meet you so ready. The fact that this man could crush your windpipe or break your spine, he could grab your thighs and force them apart like sticks, have his way with you if he wanted, doesn’t make you afraid of him like it probably should. You know he would never hurt you, but the intensity, the intimacy in his glare and touch, are enough to make the air around you feel electric. 

“You’ve never been with anyone…?” 

The question is breathless and thick, causing your core to tighten.

“No…” 

Is it that obvious…?

“Hmm.”

“‘Hmm’ what…?”

“Nothing. You’re sweet.”

He doesn’t try to steal a peek at your glistening sex, all bared and slick for him. He only has eyes for you. Your rushed breaths, how they hitch in your throat when he brushes a thumb over your clit. Your lids, fluttering over defenceless eyes as you try to search for something to ground you. But there’s nothing to hold on to but him, so you anchor yourself in the dark hunger of his eyes.

“I tried to leave you alone. I truly tried, Kätzchen… But you’re so sweet it’s illegal.”

The words hit you, loaded with lust, but you’re too weak to answer him anymore. Pitch-black darkness stares back at you as the sounds of your drenched pussy fill the room. You want to touch him too, but you’re too shy, still trying to silence the buzzing beehive of your brain and come to terms with the fact that this is actually happening. 

“I should’ve come back for you… I knew I should have, right away. I was too dumb, meine Liebling…”

Starved and dreamy, he looks down at you, whole body tight as you hold on to him and take in his confession. Only, you feel like you’re the one who’s confessing here… He seems to read you like a book, giving you just enough to keep that adoring look on your face.

He slips a finger in, and you stop breathing for a second, the room seems to go darken, even when it’s high noon. Time slows down while your heart thunders in your chest, giving you a sense of urgency where there is none. Pulling out and adding another finger straight away, he ushers a mewl out of you.

Your fingers curl around his shirt, pulling and tugging it as you try to keep intact. A deep rumble echoes in his chest when he sees you so pliant, clutching him like you’re drowning. 

“I know you want this,” he says, voice so rough that you barely recognize it’s him. “Don’t hold back…”

You try to beg him for more but the words come out as a whimper without a voice, causing something dark to flash behind his eyes. That’s all the reply you get: a pleased, filthy stare of someone who’s about to wreck you up. He must like his victims like this, too: on their backs, begging for mercy before he finishes them…

Blinking in despair, you try to drive the intrusive thoughts away, but he’s already upon you. Crossing the last breath of air between you, he captures your mouth in his.

You can do nothing but take, take, take: his fingers and his mouth, greedy for the rapture that’s already blooming in the distance, rising like a tidal wave. He won’t stop kissing you even when you spread your legs further – to what end, you don’t even know, because he fucks you without effort, keeps you pressed against him in a way that says you’re his.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tasting him, your whole body going tense before you erupt with a miserable, pained moan.

You reach the peak and break, right into his mouth, around his fingers, the weight of it all almost unbearable. He groans on your tongue, kissing you while you milk his fingers, your inner walls hugging him in waves.

Nothing moves except you, the shudders and squirms gradually leaving your body while he draws circles on your clit, lazy and somewhat absent-minded, like you’re his favourite toy now.

The release brings with it a roaring wave of sadness, a deep grief, something that has been locked up inside you for months – no, years, now brought to the surface from the bottom of a stagnant sea.

He lets you go reluctantly, releasing your mouth so you can breathe more freely. Burying his face into your neck, you decide to do the same, escaping to the solace of his strength while trying to prevent tears from welling up. 

König doesn’t yet understand that your release continues as a cleansing wave of relief; he only pulls out, slowly and carefully, gently sets your panties back where they were, straightens your dress, and hugs you as if nothing ever happened. 

You start to cry in full, not even knowing why. You just know you’ve wanted this for ages. This connection, this ecstasy, this mutual presence and fulfilment, this sense of belonging to someone. 

“Scheiße… Did I do something wrong?” 

König finally realizes you’re crying, and grows taut from the middle like an iron cord. The pure concern in his voice only makes you bawl louder and grip him tighter, and the man starts to veritably panic.

“Kätzchen, I–”

“No, no,” your jaw is shaking as you try to explain. “I just… It’s…”

You’re hugging him so tight that you don’t know where you end and he begins, but as König caresses your back, swallowing as he does it, you eventually come back down to planet Earth and back to this bed. 

“Did you like it…?” He asks, still with so much worry that you could announce your love for this man right away.

“Yes… Very much.”

“Gut.”

You think about returning the favour, but selfishly, you’d want nothing more than to stay here like this, in his arms, for just a few more minutes. Or an hour... Well, if you got to decide, you’d stay here for the rest of your life.

“Come here,” he says while you’re already locked in an inseparable embrace. He doesn’t make a single move to coax you into touching him in return, and after a few seconds, your voice comes out as a frail question.

“Should I… Do you want me to–?”

“Shh.”

…

Six months without him. 

Six months, and now you couldn’t bear to be apart from him for six hours.

You’re glad you were sensible enough to shave before running to him that morning. Making up more excuses about how you’re seeing your friend because she just suffered a terrible loss and needs some spiritual and emotional support, you sneak a couple of blocks down the street to see König. If anyone suspects something, they say nothing, but you feel the lies as a grimy cloak upon your shoulders as you hurry up the stairs of the B&B.

The shadows dissipate when König catches you in his arms. You get smothered with kisses as he spins you around, making you chastise him for being so careless with the wound. 

It’s, of course, difficult to scold a man who’s kissing you so profusely… You’re starting to feel like he wants it to open again so that he never has to leave this place. To be honest, you wouldn’t mind it either if you two stayed here forever.

“You’re crazy, and silly, and I like you,” you tell him while looking down at him – a strange thing to do, even if the man has picked you up like this once before. 

“Is that so?” 

His eyes always light up when he sees you, but now, he looks like a man in love.

“Yes... I like you a lot.”

“And I like you. Do you want to see how much?” 

He gives you that slightly crooked grin that reminds you of feline predators, or fantasy creatures who are up to no good. He also moves quickly for a man of his size, and before you know it, you’re thrown on the bed like a sack of potatoes. As you laugh and try to adjust yourself on the bedding, he’s already on his knees, head quickly disappearing under your robe.

God, he’s not going to–

“What are you doing…?” 

“Giving you a kiss,” comes a muffled voice under your dress.

He’s headed straight between your legs, two days worth of coarse stubble scraping the insides of your thighs as he goes.

“But… But what about your injuries?” You try to scurry upwards on the bed, hands shooting instinctively to hold his head in place before he does something utterly shameless. 

“König–”

“Sei ruhig.” 

God – you’re not the most confident woman when it comes to these things to begin with. It’s one thing for a man to lay his fingers on you and look you in the eyes while you cum, and another thing entirely to place his mouth where you’re wet and aching. 

What if he won’t like it...?

What if you’re not beautiful enough there? 

...What if you taste odd? 

You’re shy, as any woman would be on their first time getting head. You’re infinitely grateful to yourself for shaving because there’s a delighted, surprised sound under the robe when König strips you from your underwear.

“For me…?” 

He’s smiling at your pussy, voice dampened by the thick cotton, and you thank God that he can’t see your mortified face right now.

You brace yourself for a delicate kiss, maybe a tentative lick or two. But the soft tenderness of yesterday is gone as König presses his whole face into your sex, giving it a good inhale followed by a good, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. 

Wrenched awake from your semi-relaxed state, you jerk up on the bed as he does it again. Then come the flat-tongued, starved licks – your pussy wakes up after recovering from the initial shock, giving a full throb against his stubbled jaw. König breathes a short laugh against you, pleased with this response.

The noise of him “kissing” you is obscene and only gets worse when he drags his tongue up and down your slit. You truly hope the doors here are solid wood because you can’t stifle all the sounds that escape you. For some reason, it is vital for you not to let the old receptionist know that a humble sister of Christ is getting licked to ruin in his establishment. 

You’re stunned, and a bit appalled – was this all it took to turn your nose up to your vows? A big man with big arms and a big gun? Some guy who wants to get under your dress after a few weeks of acquaintance…?

Because that’s what this is, a few weeks’ acquaintance currently under your robes, eating you out like you’re his last meal. 

The things you’ve imagined him do to you are shameful; even now, you fantasize about König picking you up and taking you against a wall when he gets better. This man treats you right, he treats you sweet, but you want more, you need something earthly and raw, and him lapping you under your habit is precisely that. It’s ravenous and adorable at the same time, so conflicting that you don’t know who you are anymore. 

You’re going through several stages of ego death and bliss; you’re going through a crisis of faith and multiple rebirths while König is having a field day with your pussy. It should concern you that he’s so eager to wreck you like this. It should arouse suspicion that the playful aura of this man changes whenever he gets between your legs... He becomes deliciously dark somehow, dark and base and addictive, and you wind into another plane of existence with him, to someplace only reserved for you two. 

“König,” you whisper. “I’m– I’m about to cum…”

“Uh-huh. You have my permission.” 

It’s dark, again, so smooth and rich that your inner walls clench, then flood with pleasure and pain. The inevitable orgasm is thigh-shaking and soul-ripping, your moans long and pitiful now. They’re not whimpers but cries, bare and pained as he continues to bully you with his tongue, grunting silky sin into your core. 

You can feel yourself leak on his chin as you cum, violently, forgetting the whole existence of the man downstairs. He turns you into an overstimulated, limp, heady mess – your chest is heaving by the time König emerges from under your robes.

“Oh God…” 

It simply escapes from your lips when you see how wet his jaw is. There’s a pussydrunk look in his eyes as he takes a look at his good work.

All thoughts of What if he doesn’t enjoy it evaporate when you see the demanding erection between his legs, pointing at you so viciously that you feel pity for the fabric of his pants.

“Ja... I made you see God?”

“Stop it… You’re so cheeky...”

“Eh. And you’re technically still a virgin. We need to fix that, don’t you think?”

“I don’t feel like a virgin.” 

“Well… I can take the blame.” He gives you a naughty little wink. “Remember? I would go to hell for you.”

And as if you weren’t in over your head already, he starts to drag your robes up. Too limp to do anything about him unravelling you like that – not even wanting to prevent it – you continue to catch your breath as his eyes go wide.

“This is what you’ve been hiding under here all this time…?”

He tucks the thick fabric up until your breasts are exposed. You’re not wearing any bra; you stopped wearing them years ago as useless and immoral. Your nipples perk up from excitement under his stare, your panties wrenched down in a hurry, now crumpled and forgotten somewhere between your thighs – the look on his face is priceless as he takes in the view of your exposed body like you’re a Christmas present he just opened. 

“You naughty girl…” he says thickly, and while you’ve received plenty of attention these last two days, it still makes you feel odd to be adored like this. His hawk eyes fly back to you, the corner of his mouth tugging up with some new, nasty idea.

“Want to see what I got?”

Oh God…

You don’t even get to express your consent – which would be enthusiastic – before König pulls the waistband of his boxers down. 

The cock that springs free is long and thick, heavy and red-pink from the tip that’s pointing straight at you. Curving slightly to the side, it’s even bigger than you thought, somehow having been rendered harmless by his pants, making it seem hefty but never that tall.

Your friend was right about him – tall men have tall dicks… Big hands indicate a big dick, too, you remember as you watch how he wraps tall, lean fingers around himself, giving his shaft a slow half-stroke. 

“You want to practice with me?”

You quickly rip your eyes up to his – you’re the world’s lousiest nun, caught staring at a cock like that. König only seems proud that you’re so intrigued by it, his eyes watching over you with dark amusement. 

“Uh–huh,” you swallow and nod – Christ, your voice is breaking… 

And whatever he means by “practising”, you can only hope that he’s not going to put it inside. There’s not even a condom for crying out loud. 

It’s a sigh-inducing thing when he gets to it, rests the heavy head of him on your clit, then drags the fat tip down across your folds.

“F–uck…” his head falls back a bit, lids fluttering closed from the way your slickness feels against him. That’s the most sensitive spot in a man – more of your friend’s advice floods your brain as you watch how he does it again, rasping while guiding himself up and down your slit.

You’ve never seen him so serious: his brows furrow together as he explores your folds, spreading your wetness all over himself while stroking his length. Agonizingly slow, you can see his balls hang heavy and gradually pull tight as he continues to work his cock. 

You know you should touch him, return the favour at last – but it’s hard to interrupt a moment like this. You’re mesmerized to see him already tensing from the chest up, the tendons on his neck becoming visible as he grits his teeth together.

“Kätzchen…” he rasps, “Would you mind if I…”

You fear that he’ll ask for permission to slip it inside, tempted and weak-willed. And to be honest, you’re not sure if you’d have the will to deny him.

But that’s not what he has in mind, apparently, as he begins to fist himself in a slack hurry, with half-lidded eyes and a slightly open mouth. He just wants to cum like this and ease the pain that must be terrible after days of sexual tension…

And seeing you laid out before him, naked and dreamy and bare, licked stupid just moments ago isn’t helping, that’s for sure.

“No,” you whisper, “No I won’t mind…”

You brave your heart to reach out and touch him: it’s just a shy hand gliding down his chest, but it makes him groan from pleasure. A brush of fingertips across his abs, and his muscles contract, and when you slide your palm over his hipbone and coax him to come closer, he finally leans forward and on top of you.

“Kätzchen…” he groans in whispers now. “You’re so wet…”

He could slip it in from this position, search for your opening and rough it inside. It’s tempting, so alluring that you almost say please – but that would be a catastrophe, and so you only look up at him, speechless when he supports himself on his hands and starts to glide up and down, fucking himself between your thighs. 

The bulged tip caresses your clit each time he pulls back – you doubt you can cum another time like this, but he sure as hell tries his everything to get you off too. 

“You want it…” he grunts above you. “You want me to fuck you. Right...?”

“Yes… But–”

“I’ll get a condom.”

“No, wait–” 

Now it's your turn to panic. You were always taught that condoms are unacceptable, while simultaneously, you know you could never do it raw, not even with König.

This is a moral choice you've never had to face before, and your brain is no use to you now. It's riddled with chants of Put it in and Forget about the bloody plastic because even with your zero experience you know it wouldn't feel as good as skin.

"No? It's a sin or something?" 

König pants above you, both tired and needy, and you nod with pleading eyes, not knowing what else to do. 

"Ok… Ok," he adjusts to the new reality while hovering on the brink of eruption. "I'll talk you out of it later..."

You give him a small smile, and he answers it with his own, slowly, starts to move again. Just the feel of the smooth surface of his cock dragging up and down your slit is enough to bite your lip and moan. Sliding your hands over his waist and down his butt, you give him a good squeeze–

And were he inside you, the effects would have been disastrous.

He cums abruptly, with a stiff, broken groan as soon as your nails dig into his skin. Hot, heavy seed meets your folds; it’s thick, the spurts neverending as he continues to fuck himself between your thighs with little control. How you still have anything left to give, you cannot comprehend, but the sudden, messy orgasm of this indomitable man makes you cum as well. 

Everything’s hot and sticky and dreamlike, almost pornographic, your thighs drenched in cum as he ruts through the orgasm with you. You roll your hips in sync with his, arriving at the end of your own mellow, beautiful peak, wondering how on earth it can only get better every time you have sex… 

The afterwaves are magical; you basically came together, and it hasn’t even been in yet. If this is what sex is like, mind-blowing and relaxing, hot and sweet and fulfilling with the right person, then you feel both dumb and proud for saving yourself for König.

And you’re starting to realize that you might just have a boyfriend…

No – not a boyfriend.

You have a man.

…

König orders food – or goes downstairs in nothing but his shirt and boxers and makes the poor man order it – while you lie in bed, under covers, still high from all the lovemaking. The room must be smelling like a sex cave by now. 

You take a quick shower while waiting for the delivery, mentally berating yourself for being so reckless. Having a man cum all over your folds is not exactly a safe way to practice sex… You’re doing everything wrong, asking König if he has any diseases when he comes back. 

He just pulls you back into his arms with a gentle laugh and says: “What do you take me for, a jerk? Of course I’m clean, silly kitty.”

That calms your nerves a little. You’re feeling anything but virginal right now, and putting on the black, heavy robes of a nun doesn’t sit well with you. You leave them on the floor, making König a very happy man by deciding to sit on the bed completely naked. 

You reach for the comforter when there’s a knock on the door, and clutch it against your chest like a paid woman while König pays the courier – still in his black boxers and t-shirt, like he’s just a guy who happens to live here.

“What...? Eat?”

The smell of Nepalese food fills the room: the rich, mouthwatering scents in stark contrast to what you’re used to at the convent’s kitchen. Butter chickens, lamb koftas and flatbreads are laid out steaming on the bed between you, and König attacks the food like someone who hasn’t seen a meal in weeks.

It makes you smile; him being so happy with simple things such as good food and some kinky sex, a nice cuddle and a nap to top it off. He munches on the food with his mouth open because it’s so hot – the man’s secretly so greedy that you can’t help but wonder if he had enough love, food and shelter as a child.

“Do you do this often?” You ask when he rips another handful of flatbread to dip in the sauce. 

“Seduce women.”

“Seduce…?” He laughs. “Kätzchen, I couldn’t seduce a woman even if I tried.”

You’re unsure if he’s dodging the question or being humble – or worse yet, if it means you’ve been an easy conquest.

“You just did,” you point out, realizing you’re sulking when König tilts his head with curiosity. 

“Oh. I’m sorry… Did it hurt?”

You grab a pillow to throw at him, but he dodges it and laughs.

“Careful with the food…!”

And of course he isn’t. 

You decide it’s useless with him, and besides, jealousy is not a good look. But you just can’t help it... You’re so in love that it’s not even funny anymore.

To you, he’s a hero and a God in one man, he’s both Satan and the Saviour. But to König, you’re probably just a nice foreign friend... Some cute nun he met months ago, who he finally gets to grope and taste and, hopefully, soon fuck. He says he doesn’t have time for women, and yet he licks you like a professional – not like you know what a professional in this area feels like, but it’s pretty clear that König is not a virgin even if you are. 

It must be nice to live a dangerous life and bump into women on the street... Woo them off their feet and leave them yearning, then get shot and cared for by some fussy, naive nun who’s head over heels for him. Perhaps it’s his favourite pastime hobby to torture ladies with flowers and letters and some cock and then leave like a cowboy. You wonder if he has a girl in every city – girls who aren’t nuns, girls who know how to show him a good time.

“Kitten... I’m not like that,” he says, a curry-drenched piece of bread dripping sauce over his fingers. “I only hold hands with you. Now that you finally let me.”

And you don’t know what’s more decadent: eating naked on the bed after making love, or being a Catholic nun who’s about to beg a man to fuck you, with or without a condom.

He finally notices he’s about to make a mess on the sheets, and gobbles the food as quickly as he can before there’s sauce all over the bed. Licking his fingers with dark, glimmering eyes set on you, you quickly focus your attention on the food.

The bastard is flirting with you every chance he gets, even when you two are trying to eat... 

“Is this what you call holding hands?” You ask, reaching for a piece of bread he's offering you.

König looks at you a while longer, with an expression he sometimes wears when conversing about serious, deep subject, the issues of God and Heart.

“This is what I call liking someone so much it hurts.”

…

König learns your body language; he knows it like a native speaker by the end of the week. 

You, on the other hand, learn that he’s ticklish on the sides of his stomach and behind the ears. You discover that he gets hard if you caress his abs or whisper in his ear that you like him... You learn everything about what kind of handjobs he likes; you find out that he almost rips the sheets apart when you take him in your mouth.

You lie on top of him, you lie under him, you let him hold you any way he likes. He moves you around like a doll, kisses you until you’re soaked, laughs into your neck when you tell him he’s being impossible again. He loves your breasts religiously, bites and nibs and licks them until you grab his head and tell him you can’t take it anymore. He has an oral fixation for your body and has to kiss every part of you: your inner thighs, your hip bones, the quivering place just below the navel; your neck and fingers and arms, even the arch of your foot. 

You receive attention only reserved for saints, and fear that someone will notice the smell of cum on you, or the musk of a man, lingering in your hair. Your sisters could easily notice your flushed lips if they wanted to. They could see the dreamy smiles, eyes that have just seen God, but everyone is looking inward, and no one sees how you rebel against the Lord right under their nose.

You stay strong in your no condoms policy, but practice with König every day; you practice so much that his wound opens and starts to bleed.

“Oh my God…”

“Heh… It’s okay,” he says as your stare drifts down to the side of his stomach. The bandage is slowly blooming with red, and your crazy soldier would simply go on if you didn’t order him to lie down. 

You’re both naked as you start to patch him up, convinced that this is some sort of a punishment for being so reckless. König only smiles on the bed while you treat him; it’s like his master plan finally worked.

“I like it when you take care of me,” he explains while you clean up the wound. You raise your stare, and in place of a horny, able-bodied man, there’s briefly a boy, a kid who used to make himself sick as a child to get at least some attention.

“Has no one ever taken care of you…?” 

“Not really.”

He grunts when the antiseptic seeps inside the wound – you wince, sympathetic to his pain.

“Is that why you like me?” You try to chitchat and take his attention away from it, secretly nervous when fishing for details on why he would want to be with someone like you.

“There are many reasons why I like you.” 

“Such as…?”

“Your smile, for starters... I like that. And then… I really like your ass.”

“König...”

“What, I’m not allowed to?”

You purse your lips to scold him, but really, your heart hurts so much it burns. There are a million doors to this man, but he only keeps one or two open at a time, to prevent an attack of some sort. 

“I like your devotion,” he says, finally with some serious air about him. “Your kindness. You don’t hurt people.”

“...But you do,” you whisper. It’s not an accusation, only a comment. 

“I would never hurt you.”

The playfulness is gone, and while you miss it, you also like it when König gets fragile like this, stripping himself of all the shields that make him a strong, confident merc.

“Sometimes we have to fight for the things we love,” he continues, probably explaining why he endorses violence.

“Killing is a sin,” you say, more to yourself than to him. 

“Kätzchen... You can’t tell me it’s a sin to kill the ones who would try to hurt you. You can’t tell me it’s not love to hurt them back.”

You look at him, calm and adoring on the bed. He’s so sure of his choices, like an archangel set on the borders of Eden with a flaming sword in his hand... 

And the rose is starting to unfurl, the enigma finally unravelling itself. You’re the sacred Other, the opposite of him, you’re the great Mystery he’s infatuated with. You have peace and faith and hope and love: everything he lacks. 

And he’s the opposite of you. Fierce, vengeful, violent… Hopeless, suffering, without peace. Ready to dive into the world and bathe in it, be it a pool filled with love or blood.

He’s searching for the answers, too, only in different ways.

“And no one ever will.”

“No one’s trying to kill or hurt me,” you whisper, trying to stand brave under that flaming stare. But he’s stronger than you, even when recovering. He pulls you back to the bed and in his arms because that’s where you simply belong now, and caresses your cheek, as gently as you caressed his withered flower in your cell.

…

You know your days at the convent are coming to an end, but when the abbess gives you a warning after the fifth day of you skipping half of your chores, appointments and prayers, you go to see her. 

Without mentioning König or what you’ve been up to lately, you simply tell her you’ve decided to move on with your life. You say you’ve studied your soul for months now, coming to a conclusion that the life of a nun doesn’t suit you after all. 

These things happen, and people have left before; it’s nothing new under the sun that a nun or a monk wishes to return to the world. This is not a prison, you remind yourself, knowing that your departure will send some waves through the place but that eventually, people will go on with their lives.

You will probably be forgotten in a year: someone else will take your place, and you will continue your adventures someplace far away from here… Or that’s what you hope. 

But even if things didn’t work out with König, and you somehow ended up alone, it has become clear that you can’t stay here and continue this double life.

König’s offer doesn’t sound too bad: the Austrian Alps sound very enticing, actually. A simple life away from the buzz of the city is a golden opportunity for you; peace and faith can remain in your life without preventing you from participating in it. If only you knew whether he was kidding when he said that…

“Are you sure, sister? This seems like a rash decision.”

“Yes. I’m sure. I… I think I have found something,” you try to awkwardly explain. 

“Something… Or someone?”

“I just know that I can’t stay here. It’s not right.”

“On that, I agree.”

You go through the procedures, ritualistic, almost. The abbess asks whether you understand that this cannot be undone: you can’t just leave and then come back if you change your mind. The doors of the Church will always remain open to you, but your vows cannot be renewed, not in this convent. If this acquaintance of yours turns out to be a disappointment, you cannot simply come back here, don your robes, and start over.

She’s only doing her duty, and you try to listen respectfully, nodding as she lists the things that will be out of your grasp after you walk out those doors. Thinking that everything’s settled, you inform her you’ll leave today, to which she puckers her brows.

“My dear. Don’t you owe it to this convent to meditate on this for one more day? Don’t you owe it to yourself, to the Lord...? I’m sure the world can wait a few more hours.”

You sigh, bow your head, and bend to her will. 

She’s right; you can’t just leave as if all the years of joy and peace here meant nothing. You have people to say goodbye to, and you owe it to God to say your prayers, not your last, but last behind these walls. You haven’t even attended the evening mass these days; it’s like you stopped being a nun when a certain Austrian soldier asked if you wanted to take a nap with him.

You receive lots of well wishes, hugs, even tears when you tell others you’re leaving. Embarrassed that you almost got rid of your robes and sneaked out to another secret lover’s meeting without even saying farewell, you meet everyone with full presence until you find yourself crying too. 

You catch very little envy in your sisters, but there are some who look at you with jealous disdain when you tell them that no, you don’t even have an apartment yet, nor a job, but that you’ll take your new life as a gift and face it like an exciting adventure. 

Thinking about König all day long, you can’t wait for tomorrow so you can tell him the good news. You hope he understands that you can’t visit him every day, even if it has been your silent agreement that you knock on his door before noon. It’s a good thing that the poor man gets some rest: you can tickle and giggle and practice with him tomorrow to your heart’s content, it’s not like he’ll disappear in the next 24 hours.

He’s in König now; all that bliss resides with him and the moments when you two break bread together, or wash each other, tell each other silly secrets on the bed, fall asleep after a round of good sex.

Except that that’s exactly what you fear while you go about your day. 

Sorrow and excitement mix in your heart with bittersweet torment, but what haunts you most is that you no longer find God in the great hall where your sisters sing. You don’t feel His presence during the Mass. 

Sun sets behind the window, and you sigh while peeking out of your nunnery turned prison. Silence weighs upon you like a blanket, but you can’t get any sleep. 

There’s a sudden “clack” on the window, followed by rap, small pebbles or something clattering against the glass. You rise to sit on the bed, instantly thinking of König and his stupid, silly threats.

The longing is awful, it’s even worse when König was away for half a year because now you actually have something to miss. You wonder if he’s watching the same sweet skies as you, if he’s worried or hurt when you didn’t visit him today.

You wonder if the man has only shrugged his shoulders and left…

It can’t be…

There’s another clack, then another, until you jump from under the covers and go to the window, opening it without even remembering to be quiet. 

As soon as the windowpane glides open and you peek out, you meet König and his stare.

“What are you– You can’t be here...!”

“I was just about to sing,” he grins without even bothering to tone down his voice, letting the remaining gravel in his hand fall to the ground.

Bending his knees, he swiftly jumps up, pulling himself to the window sill like it’s easy parkour, probably opening that goshdarn wound again in the process. No wonder men die younger – you’d have to tie this specimen to a sturdy lamp post if you wanted him to stay put...

Throwing a pair of long legs over the sill, he makes himself at home, forcing you to take a good few steps back as he simply waltzes inside your room.

“You didn’t come to see me today,” he says like it’s some kind of an explanation for this silliness.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” you roll your eyes. “Something came up, and I had to stay here.” 

If you tell him that you’ve just renounced your vows, there’s no way you’ll get him out. He’d just say you must celebrate the good news by making love all night. 

“That’s alright,” he says amiably. “I’ll just visit you.”

Trying to argue with whispers doesn’t really help your cause. König only smiles down on you like a cheerful, jovial sun.

“But... It’s... You can’t be here…!” 

“I promise I’ll behave.”

“You and your promises… We both know how well you keep those. Go back before you get me into trouble, silly. We can see each other tomorrow.”

“But I want to see you today.” 

“Well, you’ve seen me,” you extend your hands to your sides, knowing you’ve already lost. “You can go back now.”

“I don’t think so.” 

He takes another step, forcing you to back away until you bump into your bed. Crossing the final breath between you, he pulls you into a kiss.

So much for contemplating your choices and dedicating your last night as a nun to God…

And it’s laughable how fast he rids you of your clothes these days. It’s stupid how fast you’re able to help him get undressed…  You all but tear the clothes off each other; actually, you can hear a seam rip when you both yank the shirt over his head, the new black t-shirt you just bought him a few days ago. 

Does he even know what he’s doing to you…?

Muscles rippling in the fading sunlight, he’s a god mortalized. Body built as a weapon to rip or ram his way through enemies, to you, he’s only ever been the source of joy and pleasure.

You could pray on the altar of his pecs, sing songs and chants to his lips, worship the bunching muscles of his thighs, kneel before the thing that rests thick between them. The sheer width of him is enough to make you drunk: desire pools, brims, until you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. 

You lay yourself on the bed, and he follows, like a big panther or a prowling titan. The bed sags as he sets his knee on it, it wails when crawls on top of you. Heavy cock swinging between his thighs, it seems like a cruel joke that you chose this man to be your first. 

And you didn’t expect that you’d lose your virginity this way: in your old room at the holy convent you swore yourself to a few years ago. You didn’t expect you’d lose it to a giant soldier who starts to frantically search for a condom after you whisper to him you’re done with practising.

While theoretically a sin, you’re more sullen with the prospect that you won’t be able to feel the silken hardness of him now that he rolls the plastic on. A little too enthusiastically – as if he hadn’t seen a woman in weeks, let alone cummed all over one two times yesterday. 

Still, you find heat pooling down your stomach as he approaches you, keen and eager and as hard as a man can get when he sees something that he likes.

He doesn’t need to part your legs: you do it for him, and when he sees your pussy all puffed up, leaking a thin stream down on the bed, his brows knit together, the expression reminding you of approaching thunder in summer.

His gaze is heavy like midnight when he guides it back to you – always back to you and your eyes, even if there’s a whole feast down there, prepared just for him. The backs of your thighs meet his as he slowly crawls forward, spreading your legs further apart before the battering ram. 

“Kitten...” he rumbles. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

The springs continue to wail beneath you: it’s like the whole world is against you today, even the stupid bed making it far too likely to get caught. And if you get caught, it won’t be just by some shocked sisters screaming when they find a man inside your room… It will be by them screaming when they find him inside you.

And he doesn’t seem to even care.

“Ach so my little nun… I hope we don’t break the bed,” he smirks.

“I hope you don’t break the bed…”

“You want me to take you down there instead?” 

He nods in the direction of the floor, and you can only blink – your soldier boyfriend is offering to fuck you on the cold cement as if it’s some kind of an option.

“I’m not having my first time on a floor,” you grump.

“Heh. Thought so, princess.”

The possibility of getting caught makes him visibly excited. Hell, it makes you excited... You wonder if he’s an adrenaline junkie, leading a dangerous life and having a life-threatening job, now choosing to try his luck at fucking a nun at a cloister.

You don’t want to be a challenging conquest or a kinky story told to some fellow soldiers at a bar… You want to be a commitment; you want to mean something to him. But you can’t escape the fact that this setting is turning you on. You’re even worse than him, spreading your legs and hoping he’d touch you with that cock; just drag it down your lips and glide it in already.

His gaze is heavy, blue steel, blazing in the darkness as he looks at you so wanton on the bed, a simple crucifix on the wall as the only witness to your deeds. This must be one of the craziest things you’ve done in your life…

Replacing his hand with the head of his cock, he finally lets you have what you need. The tip of him is hot, even when covered in thin plastic, and the sight of him, large and powerful and dark, looming godlike above you, makes you think of pagan heroes and kings. To you, he’s all men in one, the sheer mass of him making your thighs tremble from want.

With a curious finger sliding down the wet, heavy seam of you, he swears when meeting you so pliant and wet. Thanks to your constant “practising”, you’re always slightly aroused, getting in the mood the instant you see him.

Contrary to your belief, having sex multiple times a day doesn’t, in fact, stifle sexual desire but adds to it… It’s like you’ve opened Pandora’s box together, only the box contained all the pleasure in the world instead.

“Are you ready, kitten…?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Just… We need to be quiet…”

His smile is a flash of a grin in the falling darkness. “I’ll try my best.”

The sound that leaves the back of his throat is a deprived, hoarse moan. He seems to be enjoying it more than anything while you’re trying to remember how to breathe, but when he settles fully in and stays there, you start to actually feel something… Something thick, and heady. 

Settling to your entrance, he tells you to relax, and you try your best with that; you truly do.

But nothing can prepare you for it, the fat head of him sliding in, smoothly and with a spread that leaves you gasping. The fulfilment is phenomenal – you try to remind yourself to relax your muscles as he pushes a few inches in, and then some more, and then some more. More, more, more, until you start to feel your inner walls wake up with alarm. 

Seated so deep that his balls arrive to touch your flesh, your body starts to accept him, squeeze him, hug him.

And it feels good. In a way, it’s the best feeling in the world.

He groans, slightly high-pitched and surprised; perhaps you’re tighter than he expected, or perhaps he can feel the hugging thing… 

Your cheeks are panging with heat – the whole building is silent except for the broken breaths of you two, and the lewd sounds of fucking on your chaste bed not made to take this sort of abuse. Growing only wetter and wetter, you try to keep your moans lodged inside your throat as he starts to fuck you with determination, seeing that you’re enjoying yourself. 

Pulling out the slightest bit, he chooses to head straight back, apparently not wanting to be deprived of your heat even for a second. Thrust by thrust, he pulls out more, allowing you to get used to what it feels like. The bed is absolutely horrid, creaking every time he buries himself back in. 

It’s a punishing of sorts, his cock knocking the air out of you every now and then. The slap of his balls against you is sinful – your room has seen nothing like this, nothing but some shy solo action every few months. Now you’re spread wide open for a good pounding, his hips reaching a pace that makes the rest of the world slowly dissolve. 

Realizing he might be a bit too enthusiastic with a woman who’s a first-timer, he swallows and slows down his pace, causing you to almost scream with frustration. 

“Am I being too rough…?” He asks, panting like he just ran ten miles. Plugged deep inside you, you can feel his cock throbbing and pulling near the point of cumming – perhaps another reason why he stopped.

“No… No.” 

You sound puny under him, fingers flexing over his skin, the great ribs flaring in reply under your touch.

“You want more?” 

“Mm. Needy little thing...” 

“...Yes.”

Huffing in the hollow of your neck, he breaks into a smile and licks his lips. 

You barely catch the hint of degrading tone in his voice, a mocking, something about the way you’re so wet and needy for him stroking his ego just the right way.

Knowing that he’s here for reasons other than just sex doesn’t change the fact that you enjoy getting sweaty with him, spiralling into a state of total surrender. Ten times more powerful than the most blissful experiences with your God, you want to come here for worship again and again, to have his body entangled with yours. 

Ecstatic that you just came, König no longer holds back; he doesn’t even let you gather the remaining pieces of your sanity before he starts to chase his own peak. Taking what he needs from you, the trusts turn into short, quick pumps, some foul German curse hissed between his teeth just before he cums. 

When the tide swells, it’s a bit different: not just external stimuli and shallow friction, but areas never explored now getting nudged as well. The delicious drag of his length in and out of you, the thickness making you feel overstuffed, does make the pleasure well like never before.

You’re not accustomed to this, being forced so dumb by a cock. Cheekily anticipating the swelling wave, it breaks upon you almost without warning. There’s nowhere to escape, and the climax is blinding, the euphoria leaving you without air for a moment. 

You can feel every thick pulse of his cock, and fear for the condom that looked far too tight to manage to take both him and his load. You whimper and cling to him as he ruts through his heavy bliss, entire body throbbing with heat from the joy of spilling inside you. 

When done, he sinks half his weight on you, thoroughly spent, and you feel fulfilled, some deep-seated joy taking hold of everything that once was hollow. Curiously, all shame is absent. The man on top of you is sweaty and catching his breath, but you’re only glad to swim in the messy, sweaty newness of you two. 

“You ok...?”

You want his weight on you… You want him to stay inside you until he grows soft, you need him to be as drowsy and complete as you.

Hugging him tight in the middle of your post-coital bliss, you feel König rumble into your neck.

“Better than ever,” you breathe a smile. “How about you…?”

“...In heaven,” he replies, and you have to stifle a giggle pushing up your throat. He has never sounded so spent. So tired, happy and fragile…

“I just want to be with you like this,” he continues to mutter on your skin. “Can I be with you like this…?”

“Yes.”

He slowly rises to lean on his elbows, propping himself on them one by one. Weary, pleased eyes slowly focus on you, and the back of his palm comes to caress you, knuckles gently brushing your temple, thumb swiping away an escapee hair. 

“Kitten… I’m serious. I don’t want to live without you.”

“We have a tradition in Austria where men sometimes steal the bride.”

“How convenient,” you smile.

“I know you belong to someone else, but I’m going to steal you.”

Your eyes are full of stars, you just know they are. If this is another one of his jokes, you can’t bring yourself to care, not as long as he looks at you like that, eyes so set and determined.

“I’m sure He won’t mind,” you mirror his gesture, raising a hand to caress his cheek.

“I’ll fight Him if he does.” 

“...You can’t fight God,” you laugh.

“Why not?”

You don’t even know what to say to that. You open your mouth, then close it, shaking your head on the pillow. In a way, you can imagine him taking up arms against God if it came to that. If there was someone foolish enough – or brave enough – to rise against God, that someone would be him.

“König… I renounced my vows today.”

“...You did?”

The happiness, the pure joy in his eyes, is heartbreaking. At that moment, you know that all his silly jokes, follies, and babbles about taking you to the mountains and whisking you away have been real. They have been true, honest wishes... There is no lie in him, no jest, no fakeness. Just pure, simple joy from hearing that you finally chose him, too.

“I tried to leave in the morning but the abbess made me stay for one more day.”

“Ah... So you’re being held a prisoner here?”

“Kind of.”

The familiar twinkle in his eyes tells you that he already has another plan coming right up. That grin means mischief; but with you, only the sweetest kind.

“Well. You’re in luck, then, because I’m here to save you.”

“You just said you’re going to steal me,” you laugh.

“Call it what you want, kitten,” he winks. “But I’m not leaving without you.”

…

The sun has set, but the evening is bright, the sky filled with stars visible even through city lights. It’s dark in the courtyard as you sneak out of the window with König, trying not to giggle as you escape. You call it a prison break; he calls it Einsatz Rapunzel. Whatever it is, it feels like freedom.

The old man doesn’t even care to look surprised when he sees you clothed in jeans and a simple shirt this time, smiling as you rush upstairs, hand in hand with König.

He whispers promises on your skin, saying that you won’t stay here for long; his contacts will get you to the heart of Europe, tomorrow if you want. You can’t wait to sleep with him tonight: simply sleep with him, finally, curl up together in safety, do the most basic thing all lovers do. You can’t wait to wake up to a fresh dawn together, lovely, curious, and new. 

Night covers you with beauty and grace, his pulse against your palm both a promise and a blessing. You take new vows: promising to yourself to live each day fully and bravely, and never again shut your heart.

The only thing left of you on your old bed is your black and white robe, and on it, a crucifix and a rose, and a note that says:

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love… But the greatest of these is love.

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military man simon ghost riley x nun!reader

!! it’s all in his head :(( // prev

the first time simon dreamt about taking you—there, by the confession booth; somewhere hidden from prying eyes, somewhere he knows you would forgive him—he turned to ignoring you. he stopped visiting the chapel, stopped coming with johnny every wednesdays. he stopped coming to the local town completely, choosing to spend his vacation at the base instead, somewhere far, far from you.

his shame ate him up, consuming him one fibre at a time.

it was not that simon felt guilty for thinking about you that way—mewling for his touch, breathy in your own right, blinking your eyes up at him as you whisper his name in a voice so reverent, he forgets who it is that you truly worship—and he knows that was the problem. he held no guilt for his thoughts, for his sin, because simon wants nothing more than to fulfill his dreams.

he imagined it, you know? while dousing himself with the hard sprays of the cold shower, simon fisted at his throbbing cock and pumped his fist as he chased after the woman in his dreams, the one he knows that couldn’t be you even if she possessed your body or borrowed your voice. the one he knows was just a twisted manifestation of his fascination for you because simon knows you will never fall for temptation this way. especially not for him. especially not with him.

simon folded his body into himself, his head pressed against the cold tiles, grunting and moaning, too far gone with his desire until his pleasure tips over, spilling, his orgasm racking his body with tremors.

simon savours the silence of the yowling lust that was licking up from the pit of his stomach, feeling himself twitching with a sort of euphoric buzz, before washing away the remnants of his shame.

the next day, he filed for a mission across the continent and simon did not come back home for eight months.

he foolishly thought that this would have been enough to chase away the pooling storm of his yearning, but when simon returned. when simon visited the little chapel with johnny, and when he saw you once again, simon realized, with a heavy heart, that no amount of distance or time crawling by could make him forget how to love you.

that night, simon dreamt about you again. he dreamt about taking you—slow despite the ravenous hunger that ensnared him, and loving despite the blasphemy.

and when he woke up, simon basked in the glow of his euphoria, his palm ghosting over his chub. when he finally slipped his hand underneath his boxers, simon closed his eyes and murmured your name as he lost himself in the throes of his pleasure.

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like a prayer

nun alastor/f!reader

warnings: religious talk, religion, religious themes, sacrilegious, sex in a church, choking, manipulation if you squint, mentions of blood, referring to al as ‘it’ for most of the read since reader doesn’t quite know who he is yet, didn’t proofread RAHHHH

a/n: sooooo sorry for my little hiatus, i’ve been stuck to adulting lately that i haven’t had a chance to write for shit, but here i am!! 😌 also i just wanted to say thank you to a lovely follower (@urmynextvictim) for the nun alastor idea!! and as always i hope you enjoy ;)

♪ Like a Prayer ~ Madonna ♪

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The only noise in the chapel was the clicking of your heels echoing amongst the sacred walls as you strolled in, nobody else in sight with it oddly enough being a Sunday afternoon. Giving off an eerie feeling that coursed through you while you looked around for any presence of life to no avail.

Shaking it off, you finally approach what you’ve been looking for. A giant yet beautiful articulated cross stood before you, glimmering in all of its holy glory and waiting for you to spill your sinful guts to it. In which you did just that, kneeling with your hands in a praying like motion while your muttered your forgiveness. Hoping to feel somewhat rejuvenated after your long unforgiving week.

Suddenly bringing you out of your thoughts a loud bang is heard from behind you, startling you so bad that you spring up almost falling into the cross in the process with your eyes darting every which way to find where the noise had come from, a tall candlestick holder had been toppled over and now laid at its side in the middle of the walkway. “W-who’s there?” Your voice so quiet and meek that you could hardly hear yourself when speaking out to what seemed like nothingness.

“My apologies..…” This voice was more sinister and distorted like an old radio, and so close to your ear it made you jump for a second time, quickly turning to finally get a glimpse of what was tormenting you.

Eyes widening at the sight of what looked like a nun though the grin plastered amongst its face said otherwise. Red ears twitching at your small shaky breathes in your alarmed state. “…I didn’t mean to frighten you my dear..”

“W-who are you?” You manage to stammer out, The nun snickers circling you like a vulture with its red piercing dial like eyes wandering up and down your body with a certain hunger.

“Someone who wants to help you…maybe someone who you could confess to? Seems you have a lot on your mind…” A hand then clamps down onto your shoulder as it stops and stands behind you looming down on your figure.

“N-no!” You absentmindedly shout, heat rising in your cheeks at your loud outburst as you then clear your throat sheepishly. “I-i mean no… i think i’ve confessed enough for today…I should be heading home before it gets too late..” Attempting to slip away from the mysterious figure and make a beeline for the doors.

“Oh but I insist,” A low growl seems to escape from the depths of its throat causing the static in its voice to boom frightfully, following a harsh grasp on your wrist pulling you back falling into its chest from behind. “Now what did you want to confess..,” A clawed finger coming up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear while it waited for you to go on.

“I-i…um-” You start to speak, but your mind was too clouded of what this nun or whatever it was might do if you didn’t abide by its commands. By you being too caught up it started to grow impatient with you and dug its sharp claws into your wrist tightly making you hiss in pain and quickly brought you to your senses once you feel the warmth of your blood start to trickle down your palm and onto the white marble floors. “I-i’ve been having thoughts I don’t think i should speak aloud!” You quickly say feeling the sting of its claws finally let up.

An amused look crossing its face, “Darling, if you don’t speak on it now it may cause you more trouble then you want…” Bitting your lip, you think of the likely hood of how the turmoil of it all might come back to bite you if you didn’t and if not it to confess to, then who else would be more fitting? Yet, the hum of anticipation that cascaded in the air made your palms slick with sweat and a lump form in your throat. The nun, however, remained still, trying to patiently wait for you to muster a syllable.

"I... I carry quite lustful thoughts," you reveal a minute later, the admission leaving a foul taste in your mouth.

The nun, veiled behind you, did not immediately respond. The stillness was near unbearable until it’s claws were around your wounded wrist once more, bringing it up to its mouth till you felt the coolness of its tongue lapping up the blood that spilt from the marks it made. Your eyes widening at the sickening sensation it brought, trying your best not to squirm as you didn’t want to upset it further though it snickered more at your attempts to conceal yourself.

“Lustful?…Is that right?..” It clicks its tongue at you disapprovingly before you continued, “Y-yes…it’s quite unbearable..y-you see i can’t help but act on it…by…touching myself.. The feeling it brings so insatiable everytime with my release that it haunts me into the next day. An endless cycle it seems I cannot break.”

"I see..." is all that came from the nun’s response, and silence fell amongst the two of you once more.

You were unsure of how to take this, in hopes that just maybe it was coming up with a groundbreaking, world changing response that would sustain all your worry and to ease your mind. However, a sudden feeling as hard as a rock rubs up against your backside making every fiber in your being run amuck.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a special someone to fulfill those needs would you?” The question knocked around in your mind for a moment before you muttered out a quick, “No”, and that was all it took to have you bent over a pew with your skirt pulled up to your hips.

“Good girl,” It purrs tracing its fingers up the backs of your thighs, until they ghost over the fabric of your panties where your clit would be.

“W-wait! what’s your name?” You asked in a mixture of emotions, big doe eyes trying to get a glimpse of it behind you, chuckling at your sudden question, retracting its fingers until it started hiking up its habit and showing it’s hardened cock that had been neglected for far too long as it was leaking with pre-cum.

“Alastor…a pleasure to meet you…now that I suppose we’re well acquainted and you have something to scream..” He trails off pulling your panties down in one go and immediately thrusting into you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. You squeal in pain, gripping the pew underneath you for sense of security but Alastor places a hand over your mouth, shushing you for your vocals. He then takes his hand off your mouth and lets it travel down to your throat giving it a nice squeeze in warning to be quiet, making you choke a little with the pressure causing Alastor to moan at the sound.

Moving in and out at a normal pace, not seeming to care at all about your poor cervix which he was currently beating up with his elongated cock.

Your body growing to love the feeling he was giving to you once you adjusted, making you a whiny and moaning mess. Tears ruining your vision and making Alastor more aroused seeing them fall down your flushed cheeks, therefore making him move faster.

He groaned as he pounded into you roughly and glared down at where you two were connected, seeing your cunt taking him so well. Then suddenly this feeling came over him that decided this wasn't enough, taking his hand away from your neck and bringing his thumb down to your clit.

You cried and whined as it was all too overwhelming. You felt filthy, absolutely disgusting, but also so alive. Something you hadn't felt before compared to your own pleasure. You were trembling from a cock too big for your own little pussy to comprehend and you loved it. It was now you realised there was no chance you could come back from this, enjoying such a lewd act, letting this creature you didn’t even know fuck you dumb in a church against a pew.

"Please! Alastor mhpm I need more!" You whined rolling your hips back into him.

He growled at your words and actions, pulling out fully and bringing to your feet.

“Open..” He then taps your chin seeing you without hesitation open your mouth wide, he then leaned down and spat into it.

"Swallow dirty girl." He snarled at you.

You eagerly did as was told, hoping there would be a reward in which there was, his eyes half-lidded as he grinned down at you when he saw you followed his orders well, then shoved his whole tongue in your mouth.

He tasted just as you expected, abnormally like death with an odd hint of whiskey. Noting his tongue wasn’t normal either. It was way too long and pointed for its own good, poking at your own as they battled for dominance (which obviously he won). Filling up your mouth once he concurred your cavern and made you choke slightly, but just like before, once you adjusted you were moaning like a slut again.

Cumming for what felt like the gazillionth time not knowing which number this one was though it was definitely better than the last. You started feeling drained now, and overstimulated was an overplayed word at this point. You had no idea when Alastor would let up and it made you nervous, surely he would stop once he came you thought. Then, when would he cum? When even was his limit? Not knowing Al could fuck for hours without cumming if he wanted.

Which that was the plan. He wanted to know what you looked like, excessively overstimulated. Only knowing the feeling of him and only him.

You wished you hadn't found out what made this church feel off.

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor nun #this has been hacking away at my brain for weeks #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel smut #alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut #alastor imagine #alastor x reader

[lemonyboy97]

PSA for hazbin hotel fans

I love y'all but you DO realize that when Alastor is monologing and is all 'great alastor, altruist' blah blah- 'altruist' is NOT his last name, its an adhetive basically used to describe someone who sacricifes for a 'good' or morally right cause, so he is sarcastically refering to himself as a morally correct supporter of charlies cause.

Sorry i just keep seeing people being like 'oh alastors last name' and thats not what it is.

In the words of our deer radio demon (haha play on words):

'Thats the tea'

#hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor headcanons #alastor imagine #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #alastor x you #nun alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Dating Valak Would Include…

Pairing: Valak x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Valak is a warning himself, SFW & NSFW, Headcannons become nsfw after —///—, Fingering, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Public sex, Demon sex, Teratophilia? (Monster fucking), Implied murder, I kinda bully the reader in the beginning for dating a demon even though I'm desperate to.

Summary: What it would be like to date Valak.

Writing Time: 40 minutes.

Word Count: 614.

Format: Headcannons.

A/N:

From my old Tumblr again.

Thanks for requesting! I love writing for Valak, I'm so wet for him, please request more for him. Headcannons become nsfw after —///— ! Only read the beginning half of you're only here for sfw content!

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• Girl I think you might be crazy.

• Like dating a demon? You might be mad.

• You know girls who typically date older guys have daddy issues? Right, well this can't just be daddy issues.

• Might be a different kind of issues too.

• Like your parents must of forced to go to Church and pray and all that religious bs for you to be like this now.

• Religious issues?

• Anyway, despite all my bullying, I'd say Valak is a great lover.

• Seriously, he takes you and everything you do or care about seriously.

• For example, you get hungry but are too lazy to cook so rather starve, Valak will go out of his way to bring you food.

• Yes, human food. Obviously he hates it or doesn't have any need to human food but he still cares about you and knows you need it.

• Or someone at work is giving you shit, they randomly go missing.

• What did you expect? Valak is a demon, of course he's a yandere type lover.

• Well, not exactly yandere.

• Like I don't think he'll force you to obey him and shit.

• He kinda just likes to watch from behind the scenes.

• So if you decide to go out late, he won't stop you but he will absolutely follow.

• You really really want this expensive whatever (clothes, shoes, toy) but can't afford it?

• Valak is already spooking the shop owner to steal it and give to you.

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• Valak is the best lover in bed too, if you're good with spooking shit.

• Which you should be, you're dating a demon.

• He will absolutely tie you down and fuck the brains out of you with his gigantic humanoid cock.

• Yeah, his dick isn't normal btw.

• Like far too big to be human.

• Also grey like the rest of him.

• He also likes to just watch sometimes, give him a nice show and touch yourself and he will nearly cum just from watching you get yourself off.

• I'll bet having his eyes on you whilst your doing something so filthy and private helps you get off too.

• Valak want to beg for his big dick but even if you do there is no guarantee he'll give it to you.

• Valak has no shame.

• So yes he will make himself invisible and finger you in public.

• Will also eat you out in public too.

• You're only hope is to run somewhere private and safe.

• Most of the time Valak will let you but sometimes he won't.

• He's can be a little shit sometimes.

• Easiest way to get him to do something for you is to suck him off.

• Even if you have no chance of taking all of him in your mouth, he still appreciates the effort.

• Or better yet, lay on your back in front of him, spread your legs, start touching yourself and beg for his cock.

• Again, no guarantee you'll get it, but it will make him hard as a rock and probably jerk him dick off till his jizz is covering your face.

• Then he'll be completely smitten for you.

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #valak smut #valak the nun #valak x reader #valak #the nun x reader #the nun ii #the nun smut #the nun #the nun ii x reader

[gredoll]

The Nun ( Valak ) x Reader

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Masc! Valak x Fem! Reader

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Content Warning : NSFW

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Content Rating : 18+

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Muffled moans and the sound of skin hitting skin vibrates inside the church. God’s eyes had turned from the scene happening just in front of the holy cross. A nun, face pressed into the cold tiles of the holy room, with her ass bare and red covered in hand prints and claw marks.

Oh, {y/n}…how did you get yourself into this particularly messy arrangement. A big body, hot to the touch was slung over your form, growling and making inhuman noises as it ruts into your tight cunt. It’s cock, much too big to fully fit inside of you as it bulges against your stomach, almost tearing you apart in the process.

You moan softly, holding your rosary tight to your chest as your mind swirled and your vision hazed. “Damnit, Valak~…please…” You whine out softly, feeling a pressure build inside of you as the demons hands grasped onto your stomach to push you further down against his cock, causing you to cry out, tears running down your cheeks from the stretch.

His hands trailed up to claw and knead at your swollen nipples, eliciting a painfully pathetic moan from you. You could feel the way he chuckled judging your every moan and every shake as he slowly pushed you to the deepest reaches of sin. His hips stopped jutting, listening to you pant and whine for him to continue.

He held you up and flipped you around, cock still pulsing inside your cunt. Laying you back down on the tile, he uses a claw to force your head up to the cross hanging just above you. Your eyes meet the wooden symbol, a blush deep across your cheeks as a sense of guilt settles into your stomach. His sharp claw held against your jugular as he began to thrust his hips, growling down at you. “Go on, moan for him. Let him know who’s fucking his precious disciple under his watchful gaze. Who’s cock is tearing apart his innocent virgins tight little pussy.”

Valak smiled up at the cross, holding your legs open as you moan loudly, a sensitive sensation moving through your body. He continues to push himself in and out, in and out as he feels your walls start to tightly clasp around him. “I will not let you cum until he knows who your faith belongs to.” He takes ahold of the bottom of your outfit, tearing it up leaving you only in your headdress, your tits bounce with each thrust as you moan louder. “Fuck, Valak! Please!” You yell loudly as his thrust speed up, you cant help but stare at the cross as he fucks you into submission.

Slowly your cunt tightens, earning a moan from the demon pumping himself inside of you. As he pushes down on your lower stomach, you feel a warm sensation pulse through you. Moaning, almost screaming loudly as you cum around his cock, he chuckles and pushes faster. His cock pushing against your clit in an overstimulating action as he pulls you up, fucking into you like a doll.

He groans loudly and bites down on your shoulder, causing a cry from you as his cum fills deep inside of your womb. Coating the walls of your cunt as it spurts out, dripping down his cock and onto the ruined mosaic tiles of the chapel floor.

#gredoll #valak #valak x reader #the nun x reader #the nun #the nun 2 #the conjuring #the conjuring 2 #slashers #slashers x reader

[stitched-mouth]

Hello everything is fine? Well, I hope so! 🥰❤️

I'm new here and I have a (strange) thought after watching The Nun 2, heavens... Sister Irene is so beautiful with short hair and Valak, still being Valak. ✨

The idea is: reader always being submissive when Valak has sex with him, always being overstimulated and crying to be released to cum. 😵‍💫

And when having sex with Sister Irene, it's different, she's so "soft" that she lets him take charge, always having sex while hugging her and with his face in the crook of her neck. 🥹

I don't know, it could be female reader (she could have a penis, feel comfortable, idk) being shared with Valak and Sister Irene, to see who is better or who she would rather fuck.

It's okay if you want to change some things, but that's my thinking, so crazy! 😩😩

A Far Out Of Reach Fantasy

Pairing: Sister Irene x GN! Reader, Valak x GN! Reader, Sister Irene x Valak x GN! Reader (both separate and together).

Summary: Reader’s dream is to have both Sister Irene and Valak.

Warnings: NSFW, Mention of poly relationship, Valak doesn’t often do aftercare, Cheating (?), Angst (?).

Writing Time: 20 minutes.

Word Count: 317.

A/N:

So I wasn’t totally sure what you wanted here. Dating or having relations with Sister Irene and Valak at the same time just doesn’t sound possible to me but I tried to write it. I also don’t write for male readers, sorry! Enjoy!

• Being shared by Sister Irene and Valak is definitely a dangerous position to be in.

• I mean I wouldn’t recommend it, they hate each other with a burning passion.

• So either one found out about you being with the other… Sister Irene would probably cut you off and Valak might murk you.

• And doesn’t Valak see all? He’d find out.

• And Sister Irene wouldn’t be able to ignore all the bruises on you from being with Valak.

• But oh well, say you’re bold enough to go through with this…

• It would be pretty hot.

• Getting someone so soft and caring with you in bed.

• And another, being so rough and hard.

• They would compliment each other so well.

• Sister Irene being more than happy to do the aftercare Valak is rarely up for.

• And Valak being able to fuck you dumb the way Sister Irene is too nervous to.

• You could imagine a World where you could be open with both of them and have somewhat of a poly relationship.

• You being in the middle of course.

• Having them both in bed with you at the same time would be your dream.

• And your far out of reach fantasy.

#stitched #stitched writes #the nun #the nun ii #the nun x reader #the nun smut #sister irene #sister irene x reader #valak #valak x reader #valak the nun #valak smut #sister irene smut #the conjuring #the conjuring 2

[elfven-blog]

Stained in Glass

Summary: The kind priest has taught you a new way to worship. Priest!Leon x Nun!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, age gap, p in v, dubcon, manipulation, fingering, tied up reader, use of authority for manipulation, corruption kink, RELIGIOUS THEMES THROUGHOUT Word count: 1.4K

When you arrived at this church, as a newly vowed nun, it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. The trembling in your hands hadn’t stopped for days, and you had trouble speaking to the sisters of your new home. All that until some sisters of your own age took you into their embrace, and you grew to love the community. Even more so when the priest of the parish seemed to take you under his wing, the older man often gave you advice on both your life and your journey with God.

The other nuns had told you this was a regular thing to happen, that the kind priest would help the newer nuns become more relaxed in the unfamiliar environment. And it did help to have someone not from the area to talk to, someone who had been through what you had to. Especially when it was Father Kennedy, and those pretty blue eyes of his. Especially when it was Father Kennedy, and those hands that seemed to explore every inch of you as he helped you pray properly.

Which is exactly what he was helping you with right now in one of your private sessions. You were both knelt on the floor, his hands having guided you to spread your knees and your hands tied in the correct position “If they’re tied you resist the temptation to move them” his deep timber had whispered into your ear and the end had been tied above you, helping keep your hands up. Those same hands you’d been watching all day while he gave sermons were now resting on your waist.

The blonde leant closer to you, and you swear you could feel his warmth and muscles through your habit. And his hands moved lower, slowly pushing the fabric up until it was over your hips. All in the name of God, he declared. And while you knew none of this was in the teachings, surely a man of God would not show you wrong…after all, how could something that felt so good be a sin.

The warmth of his breath ghosted against your neck as his hands pushed your panties down your trembling thighs, tongue licking at the skin as fingers ghosted over your clit “You’re doing so well, my angel” the word used to feel wrong when he called you that, but now you knew it to be true. You were his heavenly angel, and he your God. Your hands tugged on the rope as he shushed you, his other hand holding you to him by wrapping around your neck.

The divine feeling he gave, was like no other. Nothing could be sweeter than how he helped you worship, and his hands dipped lower until it could gently push into your already dripping cunt. Your almost silent gasps like honey to his ears as he drew more and more from you, almost addicted to the sound. His mouth latched onto your skin, never hard enough to break for no bruises should be in case the other sisters ‘tried to stop your perfect worship’.

Hot tongue lapping at your neck until it was soaked with his drool, his fingers pushing into your clenching hole until your legs shake and the rope has to hold you weight. Leon squeezes at your neck in a way that has you seeing stars and whimpering, the noises only driving him on further as he takes you apart in his private chapel. The colours of the stained glass cast a darker shadow in the night, but it still lets you see the way his eyes darken, the blue swallowed by his pupils. Eyes never leaving the way his fingers disappear into your warmth.

You had spent many nights agonising over thoughts you had believed to be in line with the evil in this world, but thanks to the Father those thoughts had been put to rest. His guidance in moments like this offered peace to your thoughts, and when he showed you what real worship was, the thoughts were gone entirely. After all, his words eased your mind and allowed you to know the truth that these things were no sins.

Your back arched and a moan slipped from your mouth as he added another finger, eyes and mind clouding as he brought you to the brink of pleasure. The tongue on your neck licking up to your ear as he applied that slightly more pressure to your neck. Teeth tugging at your lobe while you whined and tried to beg for more. But you had no need to beg anything of your kind priest, he would happily give anything to his angel.

As he gave in so easily, your slick coating his fingers until your gushing, body slacking against the rope completely and his hand around your throat loosens as he helps you ride your orgasm. Leon does not give you a chance to rest before he is pulling his cock from its confines, the fat tip nudges your clit as his hips rutting at a quickened pace as he chases his own release.

You press your trembling thighs together, and the blondes head falls onto your shoulder in a way where you can feel the quick hot breaths on your neck as he pants. He groans in that low voice he uses for his sermons, the one that has you wet on Sundays and falling apart on his tongue on Mondays.

“That’s it pretty girl, keep ‘em right there for me” and you held them together as close as you could, the soft pillow of your thighs almost causing Leon to lose control as his hand moved to clutch at your hips, nails digging into the skin in a way that would leave bruises in the morning. The self-control he had to have in order to not bend you right there and take what he really wanted. But for that you weren’t ready, still believing in some of your teachings. But no worries, he would have you soon.

For now, the soft friction of your thighs and the slick coating his cock would be enough, especially as your whines pitched up from the oversensitivity of the head continuously nudging the abused clit as you struggled to stay composed. His mouth attached onto your neck again as his hands moved to pinch at your nipples. The buds hardening as his hips stuttered from the sudden squeeze of your thighs, his moans stifled by your skin.

The man was in pure bliss, and if this is how it felt to be nestled between your legs while you let him ravage you…then your sweet pussy must be heaven. You cried out loudly as he tugged your nipples harder, his focus more on his own pleasure than on yours. Your whines and whimpers only driving him further as the head of his cock caught on your dripping hole, and you bit back a pained whimper. Leon lost in the pleasure did not realise as his pace did not let up, the feeling of his cock nudging at the opening had your eyes glazing over, mind turning to filth at what it would feel like.

So you did not stop him as his cock stretched your pussy open, and Leon grinned as he watched himself disappear until he was settled into your cunt. Your body twitching as you begged him to move, pleads falling on deaf ears as he watched you squirm. How he loved to watch you writhe like this until the only thing from your mouth was his name and how good it felt, how stretched you were, how full you were.

That was all it took before he moved his hips at that brutal pace “Your worship is so important” his cock hammered at your cunt, walls clamping down on him as he kicked inside you. Mouth open with saliva drooling down your chin and head back with eyes closed. Leon wondered how far he could push this, after all you’d let him fuck your cunt. “Such a good whore, letting me defile you” and the words sent warmth rushing down.

It was a matter of moments before you were gushing around his cock, and Leon swore he saw the gates of heaven as you did. The feeling of your cunt squeezing down hard onto him, as slick soaked his cock, his legs and dripped down his balls. He pulled you impossibly close as he humped at your pussy, rope after rope of hot seed filling your womb, until he was drained, and you were filled. He pulled out slowly, eyes watching the way your hole clenched around nothing, cum leaking from you and onto the tiled floor.

And if this is how you were meant to truly worship God? How could you ever say no.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x f!reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #priest!leon kennedy #nun!reader

[gingiesworld]

Last Request

Nun Wanda Maximoff x Deathrow GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Just smut. We're all going to hell but who cares!!!

Taglist: @cthulhus-curse this ones for you Remi

Everyone who had heard of Y/N Y/L/N feared them, they were one of America's most notorious serial killers. No remorse for the lives they had taken. Even as they stand on Deathrow. Given one last request before they are injected.

"I want to spend my last day with Sister Maximoff." They told the Governor who just laughed.

"Oh, you're not joking." Governor Stark stated as Y/N remained serious. "So you want to pray for the last day." He teased as Y/N smirked.

"Something like that." They smiled at him. Governor Stark just nodded before walking away.

The next day came around, aa did Sister Maximoff and Governor Stark.

"Is this correct?" She questioned him as she held her cross before her. "No inmate has ever requested a Sister on their last day."

"They asked specifically for you Sister Maximoff." He told her. "I have cleared the floor of guards so they can have their privacy to pray." He unlocked the door and Sister Maximoff walked inside. Y/N was sat on their bed, leaning against the wall. "If they get out of line, you know where the emergency button is." With that he left, locking the door behind him.

"So shall we start praying." She asked them as they smirked. Watching as Sister Maximoff got on her knees.

"You know, I am not really the praying kind." They sneered as they palmed themselves. "But if it helps me to get you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock, I would."

"Is that all you wanted me here for?" She questioned as she looked up at them.

"Well, you are stunning and I would like to spend my last day making you scream my name." They husked out as Sister Maximoff shook her head no. "Isn't it your job to help those in need?"

"Yes but not like this." She rose to her feet. "I took an oath."

"To help those who asked for it." They reminded her. "I am asking for your help Sister Maximoff." They started to pull their pants down. "You can't be denying a dying person their last wish."

"You're a murderer." She whispered as they approached her. Her eyes never leaving their semi hard cock.

"A dying person all the same." They gripped her hand, moving it towards their cock. Sister Maximoff closed her eyes as she felt them twitch and harden under her touch.

"I shouldn't." She whispered as her breathing increased rapidly.

"But you want to." They sneered as her hand instinctively wrapped around their member. She only answered by moving to her knees and moving her head forward. Her lips touching their tip, pressing a light kiss. Y/N removed her head dress and gripped her hair which was wrapped in a tight bun. Pushing their cock through her awaiting lips.

"Fuck Sister." They groaned as she used her tongue to run over their sensitive tip as they pulled out to thrust their hips again. The saliva in Sister Maximoff's mouth built up the more they fucked her mouth. Using her to their needs.

"I'm getting so close." They grunted as they continued, thrusting their hips faster as Wanda tasted everything. Moans of sin leaving her lips, she loved every moment of it as her tight virgin hole grew wetter by the moment. "You're going to swallow every last drop." They groaned as they continued their movements, increasing their speed as they chased their high. When they came Sister Maximoff swallowed every last drop before they pulled away, loosening their grip on her hair. Wanda stood up and tried to relieve the pressure between her thighs as Y/N smirked at her. "Are you all sticky down there?" They pointed to her already soaked core.

"Yes." She whispered shamefully.

"Do you want my help?" They asked her as she shyly nodded.

"I need you to take this off." They played with the hem of her gown before Wanda hesitantly took it off. Leaving her in her undergarments. "You are soaked." They groaned as they ran their fingers through her folds. She closed her eyes as they applied pressure to her clit. "I am going to give you the best first time." They lay her down on the bed, inserting two fingers making her moan. "Fuck Sister Maximoff. Who knew you were such a slut." They massaged their member to hardness with their free hand as they added a third finger.

"Oh God." She moaned as they curled their fingers.

"No God." They whispered as they pulled their fingers out of her. "Just me." They groaned as they bottomed out inside of her, making her whimper as her hyman broke. "I'm going to move now." They told her as she nodded.

They thrusted their hips like there was no tomorrow. Well in their case, there was no tomorrow. Sister Maximoff gripped their shoulders as they changed angles, hitting her g-spot making her let out a gutteral moan.

"I'm going to pee." She said as she tried to push them away.

"No you're not." They groaned as they twitched inside her. "Just let it go." They whispered as they went faster, helping her through her orgasm as they unloaded their seed within her.

"Wow." She whispered as they smirked at her, cupping her breasts.

"Wow indeed." They looked at the clock on the wall. "And we still have 21 hours left." They smirked before taking a nipple in their mouth. Devouring Sister Maximoff like she was their last meal.

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