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[mejaemin]

can i request prompt 11 with mingyu, please? 🫶🏻

mingyu + “if i kiss you, will you stop pouting?”

warnings: fluff !! cutie pouty gyu ☹️☹️🤍🤍🤍🤍 an: has anyone else been non stop listening to if you leave me ??? i cant stop… if you relate, pls read my other svt tenth anniversary fics too much and journey mercies !!!

“gyuie, baby.. please don’t be dramatic right now..” you sigh, standing in front of him. he’s a few feet away, standing in the middle of the sidewalk with an obnoxious pout on right now.

“i’m not being dramatic..” he pauses to sigh and kick his foot, looking up at the sky, “i just wish my girlfriend liked my taste in drinks, and not…” he makes sure to give a really nasty face before he continues, “minghao’s…”

it takes everything in you not to laugh, so with a bitten lip you run up to him and hold his arms. “mingyu, i promise i love your taste in drinks so, so much, okay?” his pout stays, and almost gets bigger, like he’s expecting more. “..but you do get the same thing every time! i already know what it tastes like! and hao’s looked so good, i had to taste it, okay? but i’ll never ever pick him over you. you’re my favorite, always, you know that.”

your hands find their way to his cheeks, and despite his stubborn efforts he leans into your touch so desperately, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your thumbs gliding against his skin. you allow yourself to giggle, but the moment you do, he’s back to sulking.

“you put your mouth on his straw..” he says, grumbling.

“because he’s like our brother, gyu. don’t be silly.” you reply, knowing damn well he wouldn’t have batted an eye if the circumstances were different. yet he stays firm, refusing eye contact and your affections that he had just accepted two seconds ago. “my mouth touches more of you than it ever will him.” you see him start to fight a smirk, yet he doesn’t budge. “maybe i can show you? if i kiss you, will you stop pouting?”

he immediately perks up, almost like a puppy, smiling and nodding his head wildly. you don’t even get to prepare yourself before he grabs you by the face, forcing you on your tiptoes to connect your lips. he’s still smiling even while he presses millions of kisses to not only your lips but the rest of your face. clearly he’s been sated, if you couldn’t tell by the way he beams as he skips the entire way home, cheering about how much better he is than minghao (as if he cared). as much of an annoying man child as he is, it still manages to charm you in some way, and you can’t help but laugh as you follow him down the street.

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[tuttyfruttyss]

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[lazyjellyfish300]

minors dni

not really proofread NSFW below

Miguel is quite vanilla in bed. He likes missionary so he can look at you and he can kiss you. He's had his history of casual hookups when he was younger but now that he's older he really prefers to share that kind of intimacy with someone he has feelings for.

He'd much rather have a romp with you in your shared bed. He's not one for PDA but if you've been together for a long time, the familiarity between you that you've established might make him feel comfortable enough to indulge a little. (Sitting you on his desk in front of all his screens at HQ after hours)

Despite being Spider-Man, he still very much has the back and knees of a middle aged man. Maybe if you tease him about not being able to hold you up, he'll fuck you against a wall, but for the most part he's carrying you to bed so you both can be comfortable.

He is gentle in bed. He makes love. His hand placement is usually next to you on the mattress so he can focus on his thrusts and so he doesn't crush you too much with his weight, but if your hand finds his during the act, he'll definitely hold it during.

He's usually quiet and grunts and pants. He groans softly every now and then if he hits a spot that's particularly nice for both of you. He feeds off your energy so if you're loving it and moaning for him and praising him, whispering in his ear, then he'll go off of that and speed up, or slow down, or talk you through it depending on the reaction you're giving him.

He's very attentive, but he's not a mind reader. He needs you to look at him and tell him, bonus points if you show him where it feels good, and when he finds it, he won't stop unless you tell him.

[vivievienne]

A HYMN FOR THE HOLLOW GOD . . . . 祁煜 ☆ he begged for her love and bled for her silence.

DΞVФΓIФИ ─── God loves you, but not enough to save you.

ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: religious trauma , priest!rafayel , implied murderer , deity!mc , mc uses she/her , hemolacria , blood , 932

a/n: I SAW THIS RAFAYEL AU AND OH MY GOD I COULDNT HELP MYSELF. God, forgive me please, but I just had to. I made it in like two days??? but hell yeah it was worth it. anyway UUHH IM GONNA DIEEE

part 1 / part 2

"Let us pray," he said, raising his hands upward. "Most Magnificent, You, before whose beauty the stars fade and the seas are torn in two so that You can pass through them - we ask You to deign to hear our humble requests and supplications. Make Your people grow in love together with all the saints who have pleased You throughout the ages."

Saying this, he looked towards the altar, where the image of the Most Holy One was.

The Divinity.

Their Divinity.

His Divinity.

The Divinity he venerated above all others.

They began to sing. The sounds of the songs began to fill the Temple, where in a flash the voices of the choir spread, where the altos and sopranos began to worship their Saviour in perfect harmony accompanied by the organ, whose pipes were able to produce such tones that the floor could shake under the influence of the sublimity of this event.

She was so beautiful.

Rafayel always looked at Her with admiration. She walked this earth just as he did now. Improbable. Someone as extraordinary as She was once like him.

That is why every time he read the Holy Book, he could not believe that She never wanted applause, that She did not want to be recognized, that She was able to endure all tortures just to save them.

Magnificent.

"May the Most Sacred Heart of Our Saviour always bless us."

He always, but always, uttered every word with a serious and dignified tone that made those gathered in the Temple look with interest at the young priest, who was looking at the Deity with delight, as he walked away from the altar.

Then, there was his favourite moment during the day.

It was when he returned to his small room to rest after a hard day. He sat down at the desk where the Holy Book was. He didn't remember how many times he had read It. Certainly a lot. However, he couldn't help the fact that this story affected him the same way every time. He couldn't help the fact that His Deity lived among them and it seemed so unreal, so surreal to him, and at the same time he was so happy that it had really happened. He was glad that She was among them, that She watched over them, that She loved them.

However, man is a proud being, no matter how wonderful His Creator is.

And Rafayel wanted Her to notice him, for Her to look at him and tell him that She saw how devoted he was to Her.

Because Rafayel loved His Divinity.

He loved Y/N.

He was faithful to Her, obedient. If She told him to jump into the fire — he would do it.

Let Her just look at him.

But Rafayel knew.

He was nothing.

One of the many sheep of Her flock.

Her miserable prodigal son.

A weed in Her field.

Everything Rafayel did not want to be, and yet he knew he would never be more.

But his faith, that unconditional love that he gave Her...

He didn't want too much, did he?

He did everything for Her. He honoured Her more than those... 'followers'.

Rafayel hated that name.

They 'follow'... But they don't believe.

No one believes in Her Majesty like he does.

You can profess anything: a view, love, a mystery, but not religion - you have to believe in it, blindly follow its rules and trust it, recognize it as truth and the highest value. You have to live religion, not just breathe it.

That's why Rafael believed that these 'followers' would never get what they wanted.

They leave the Temple and sin. They are so proud. They think that She will forgive them everything.

And it hurts Rafayel.

It hurt him that She loved him as much as others, even though he trusted Her completely and believed in Her with all his heart.

It was so unfair.

"I beg you... Most Beloved... Be merciful to me", he said through tears. "Me, a sinful thief, unworthy of Your gaze. Have mercy on me... Have mercy on Your worthless servant", he remembered that he always put his hands to the cheeks of the cold stone covered with a white veil, in which the bust of His Deity was carved.

It was so unfair.

He always judged those who in any way opposed the Most Holy Commandments.

After all, salvation did not await them anyway, right?

They violated the Holy Law, for which they must be punished.

Even if they pay the highest price for it.

It was so unfair.

"I have sinned," he confessed before the stone image of His Savior. "I have sinned against You, Most Holy. Forgive me. I beg You. Or take my eyes so that I may not suffer, looking upon those who are unworthy of Your Grace."

He was covered in the blood of that wicked man who had defied His Divinity. Scarlet tears flowed from his eyes, leaving red streaks on his pale cheeks. He held a rosary in his hand, and his stained hands touched her cheeks, leaving crimson streaks.

"Forgive me, Most Holy."

His voice began to tremble as the words left his lips.

"I beg You, forgive me."

And his lips joined the cold stone, leaving a ruby ​​mark on them.

"I will do anything to be closer to You," he whispered. "Just ask, tell me whatever You desire. I will be Your boundlessly devoted servant. Just please, give me a sign."

"I will prove it to You. I swear it. I will prove it."

[jaexiyu]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ sad girls club  ୨९ 𐔌  ᩙ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𒑟ৣৢ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 周新宇

[venuscaotico]

☽ ❀ 見つけられるよ (SuperNatural)

[c-heriis]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ᭮ 𓉭 bloodᅠ ✦⠀ pinkᅠ ㉇ ⃟࿔ ̥°̩̥ 　ꨄ 　

[yuyinesque]

WOMANEATER | “𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒…”

⚘ précis. ≡ you're a therapist in a psyche ward, and your new patient isn't one you're particularly experienced with.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ yandere!incel & psyche ward!therapist y/n, afab!reader (no fem-aligned prns used), physical violence, compulsive masturbation, hypersexuality, misogyny & women-blaming, usage of “bitch”, mentions of post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd); obsessive behavior; delusion (secondary erotomania); age regressing; & urine, manipulation (guilt-tripping & gaslighting), mentions of suicide & self harm, implied rape fantasies & perversion.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 781.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list

🧷 yandere!incel who is a scrub-wearing individual who wears stoic expressions like they’re permanent masks, though at times the said mask tends to falter vastly when he’s around any woman; even fem-presenting figures drives him an inch deeper towards insanity. he’s picked numerous fights with women and only women, even when they’ve done nothing but walked past him. the fights were always prompted by truculence and defense, as for he would disclose evident signs that he was terrified of said woman, completely convinced that they were after him in some sort of ill manner, so he strikes before they even get the chance to blink. because of this, he’s been isolated away from female figures, and only male characters were capable of catering to him, as he was indifferent towards them. well, every male but you, a female.

🧷 yandere!incel who is quite the handful for inexperienced, psyche ward!therapist darling, as for they haven’t dealt with a patient with such a high caliber of disorders; their worst case so far was a suicidal woman who was diagnosed with type one bipolar. one session with the individual was enough to question your overall abilities. i mean, he despised you. at least that’s what you believed.

🧷 yandere!incel who is tired of you cheating on him with other patients! this is why he’s so angry towards you specifically, but he won’t say. however, he’s also completely infatuated with you; have i also mentioned completely horrified with you? you’ve noticed each time you would change your tone slightly, he would convert into a fretful mouse, apologizing incessantly as tears glossed his dark, beady eyes, also slipping up by referring to you as “mother” in a small, infantile voice. you concluded it was because you reminded him of such, and she was primarily the reason why he feared and hated women so much. motherly abuse.

🧷 yandere!incel who would have his calmer days since he was genuinely interested in his spouse. he’s never had a woman so madly in love with him, so it not only fed his ego, but causes his dick to swell with cum each time you evinced signs that confirmed you were oso desperate for his attention. with the way you sit up when you walk in, reassure him that everything will be fine, or even going out of your way to smile in such a lecherous manner. it angered him, especially when he begins groping his hardened crotch in front of you and complaining about you and your whorish antics. you would ignore him in response or threaten to cut the meeting short, which prompts a loud, slur-screaming, victim-blaming outburst in response.

🧷 “you’re such a bitch, you hear me?! a bitch! and a bitch li-like you shouldn’t even be alive! luring me, t-teasing me—all women are just a bunch of fffffucking sluts!!”

🧷 yandere!incel who also showed signs of hypersexuality and exhibitionism. he was a chronic masturbator, pleasuring himself to the most horrific things with your face in mind. just the thought of keeping you in your place by forcing you to perform taboo acts on the receptionist desk as everyone watched rotted his mind.

🧷 yandere!incel who would try to convince you that he doesn’t hate you only to voice his hatred towards you the next week. then he’d not only do that, but then claim that he’s never done such with tears in his eyes, finding your scoldings utterly unnecessary and so mean. there was even a time where you lost your patience and raised your voice at him, immediately causing him to not only an apologetic rant, but to begin pissing himself in the chair he was trembling and sobbing on, the strong scent of ammonia filling the room during the process.

🧷 yandere!incel who needed your touch or he’ll perform said disgraceful acts. there was a day where he pleaded for just a hug from you if he was good the whole week. once you confirmed it, he did just that. no fights, no arguments, nothing. he even apologized for freezing up and screaming at the poor, feminine soul that walked near him. you knew it was against the rules to be this affectionate towards patients, but you couldn’t break a promise. and so, you did—hugged him. awkwardly, even. he was rather short, so his face was buried within your chest, and the boner pressed against your thigh only made you feel nauseous, but not as nauseous as his next, ominous set of words.

🧷 “y-you better hope these h-hands hold mercy on your.. body once i luh-latch them onto you…”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft

[tcwautism]

❝ Sweet Doll ID pack 𖧷

pt: sweet doll id pack.

❝ Names ｡⁠ ♡

Dollie, Porcelain, Dahlia, Dolleyed, Porce, Lain, Dollerie, Dollaintye, Laintess, Sweetine, Sweeheart, Sweetie

❝ Pronouns ｡⁠ ♡

doll/dolls, bjd/bjds, fragile/fragiles, dolljoint/dolljoints, porcel/porcelains, d♡ll/d♡lls, sweet/sweets, sweet/hearts, sweetie/sweeties, sweet/sweetdolls 🩷/🩷s, 🍨/🍨s, ♡/♡s, sh♡/h♡r, h♡/h♡m, th♡y/th♡m

❝ Titles ｡⁠ ♡

[x]'s balljointed sweetness, [x] made of porcelain, the sweetness of [x]'s, the sweetest doll, [x] who is sweet, the sweetheart, the porcelain doll, the balljointed one

❝ Labels ｡⁠ ♡

dollfem/masc (link), dollwired (link), genderdollic (link), dollhoarder (link), dollabomination (link), dolldate (link), lolitadollthing (link), porcelainfrilled (link), eldridollaic (link, i dont support ek) doll lover lesbian (link)

[starletdust]

>_< Cg Ivwan and lil Till hcz?? (Actor au most def :3 or canz do canon!, that'd be sad though probably..3;)

cg ivan + little till headcanons !!

(actor au)

don’t know how all that behind the scenes stuff works .. i do theatre not filmmaking /lh /silly

⚡︎ — just like how ivan is great with the kids, he’s also wonderful with till !!!! making sure his every need is fulfilled

— if till’s little on set, he goes to play w/ the kiddos ^_^ they don’t really understand what’s going on but i don’t think they would mind another playmate

⚡︎ — he isn’t the most energetic, but definitely still chaotic — harmlessly bothering the other actors w little things (moving props around, poking their shoulder then running away, etc.) :3

⚡︎ — follows ivan around like his shadow! stands right outside of the camera’s range to watch his cg if there’s a scene he isn’t also in

— holds his hand whenever possible >ᴗ<

⚡︎ — doesn’t have the best spacial awareness .. he’s only knocked down, like, two camera fixtures!!

⚡︎ — either super shy or very outgoing, with no in-between; he’s hiding behind ivan’s shoulder all day, or happily babbling about whatever to whoever!

— very occasionally gets loud enough to be heard in the background of actual scenes they’re recording , but he’s tryinf his best !!

[“DNI with this post if your blog is: NSFW, transandrophobic, anti-xeno, pro-israel, proship, basic DNI”]

i dunno why i had sm issues with thinking of stuff ,,,,,, but we made it !!!

[chilumitos]

𓈒 𖦹 ˚ 🥛꯭ ˓ ˚ ැ

[mejaemin]

hiiii, can we get prompt 15 with dino? pls pls pls

dino + “are you awake yet?” “no.” “oh okay, sorry.”

warnings: fluff, cutie patootie channie baby an: oh channie, my fav little gooner boy ♡ (this fic does not include gooning.. moots will understand) if you like gooners pls read my 10th anniversary fics too much and journey mercies !!! thank you sm

it’s 8am.

it’s 8am already, and chan has been itching to tell you a story for the past 30 minutes. he hasn’t moved a bit, of course not, so he’s been laying next to you on his stomach, bedhead and all, watching you sleep with his beady eyes.

he reaches out to you with a finger, slowly but surely, until it’s close enough for him to reach out and poke you on the cheek. you groan, turning onto your side, facing away from him. he freezes, thinking you woke up, but when you don’t, he pouts before doing it again.

“chan.” you grumble, voice deep and full of fatigue. “cut it out.”

“sorry..” he winces, sensing your irritation. he waits a little longer, leaning slightly over you, watching your features even out as you fall back asleep.

you’re so pretty, all calm and peaceful in your slumber. your lips are stuck in a pout, cheeks slightly puffing up every time you take a breath. he almost feels bad for wanting to wake you up so badly, but the chatterbox in him is literally begging to come out. he can’t help it! he hasn’t spoken in the eight hours that he’s slept! he reaches forward one more time, this time poking your shoulder. when you don’t budge he does it again, and his entire soul leaves his body when you grab his hand and throw it off of you.

“i’m sleeping. it’s too early. give me an hour.” you speak, short and with no room for any debate.

he whines, mumbling an okay, fine.. before moving to lay on his back. he stares at the ceiling, looking at the ridges in the paint job, wondering what he could possibly do for an hour. eventually he looks at your dresser, giving himself a very unprofessional reading test as he tries to read the texts on all your perfumes and other bottles. he then moves to the frames scattered around the room, looking at the photos and remembering the events where they were taken. surely this all took an hour, right?

“are you awake yet?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“no!”

“oh okay, sorry.” once again he’s pouting, and he decides to just turn over and cuddle into you. maybe he’ll try going to sleep too.

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[tuttyfruttyss]

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[lazyjellyfish300]

12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 ~ 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐

Synopsis: It's the classic Hallmark tale: what happens when you, a business woman from the city, arrives at the family owned O'Hara Christmas Tree farm your greedy boss wants to demolish, and finds much more than you bargained for that fateful night you get snowed in?

CW: x FEM!READER, SMUT(unprotected p in v ,oral (f receiving), creampie, breast play, touch of mirror kink) enemies to lovers ish, DUBCON?(You're both a bit drunk), alcohol, touch of angst, mention of pregnancy

Words: 4.4k

A/N: a little late, mb but I hope it's worth it!😩 I'm on vacation rn but I'm dedicated to making this happen even if I'm a lil behind lolol

Dividers: @/saradika-graphics

12 Days of Smutmas Masterlist 🎄🎁

You certainly weren't in Kansas anymore. Or so the saying went. This time you found yourself somewhere in the Catskills outside of Nueva York. Your high heels crunched on the gravel as you stepped out of your Uber, taking in the grand Christmas tree farm in front of you. 

"O'Hara Ranch" was welded in iron lettering on a black sign above the entrance. You whistled as you took in the expansive acres of balsam fir trees, dusted in a thin layer of snow straight out of a painting. 

It was no wonder your boss was so dead set on this place. You became keenly aware of the biting chill of the countryside as you huddled your arms closer around you, your pink blazer doing little to keep you warm as you started to quake in your Jimmy Choos with your laptop case and singular carry-on in tow.

---- 

Miguel grunted, scratching his lower back as his large, sturdy boots squeaked a little on his kitchen floor, eyes almost as dark as the warm beverage in his mug, looking out in silent disapproval at the black Escalade that pulled up, dropping off what he was certain was another employee from that pesky developer.

Some poor soul who had to be the shot messenger for a CEO who never strayed out of the wealthy privileged fairytale land they lived in, thinking that multiple commas would be enough to get him to sign his life away. 

When would they ever learn? He thought. He puts down his mug on the counter then strides over to the door, placing one of his hats on his head before he goes outside to greet this new imposter. 

---

You shuddered as you reached inside your pocket, taking out the flimsy scrap of paper that contained the phone number for the ranch and dialing it again, hoping to reach this Miguel, or whoever it was you were supposed to meet. 

"C'mon..." 

You shouldn't be surprised if he didn't pick up again. It was no secret that you were the bad guy in this situation straight out of a Hallmark film. 

Corporate business lady visiting a Christmas Tree farm that's been in the same family for decades, beloved by all the locals, who forced them to sign over their American dream to a greedy land developer and demolish it to the ground for a lavish mountain resort, and 2 weeks before Christmas no less. 

Just as the call goes to voicemail, a four wheeler's engine interrupts your train of thought. Just like out of a movie, you take notice of the very tall, dark haired, very handsome rider who sat astride it.

His long sleeved grey shirt did nothing but accentuate his rippling arm muscles, layered underneath a Carhartt vest, complete with a baseball cap and salt and pepper five o clock shadow on his sharp, steely jaw. His lips were plump and relaxed into a subtle frown, complete with thick brows and dark wavy hair that complimented the pair of rich brown eyes he possessed that compared to the slice of Earth he owned. 

"Miss...?" He asks your name with an equally deep beautiful voice to match in slightly bored formality. You could tell it was painful for him to be polite to you like this, if you were the corporate imposter like he thought you were.  

"Yes, hi! You're...M-Miguel, right?" 

His expression remains unmoved. "That would be me." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Gorgeous property by the way! Really, it's much much better in person than the pictures-" 

"Right." He replies stiffly. "There's really no need to be so gracious.  I figure you're here for one thing and one thing only." 

"Uh-" you reply, a little thrown off by what he means. 

"And the answer is no. I understand you've got a job to do, but I've told your boss over and over again: no. Five years ago, it was a no. Last month, also no. Come back in a week, my answer will still be no. Thank you." 

He revs the engine, getting ready to speed away. 

"Wait! I really do need you to sign this! From the mayor?" You waved a pink colored document which caught his attention for once. 

Miguel turned off the engine, hopping off the four wheeler and strode towards you. He shoots you a superstitious glance before his eyes flicker to the paper, slowly becoming more enraged as he scanned along the fine print:

 Notice of Eminent Domain. 

That bastard. There was a reason Miguel didn't vote for this prick. The new mayor was part of this recent wave of money hungry idealists in power who wanted to turn the humble town he grew up in into another rich touristy playground. 

Usually, these folks couldn't wait to sign the dotted line, get their check, and be on their merry way, but this Miguel was taking his time reading every last stipulation in the document. You notice the snow is coming down harder and harder, your teeth chattering wildly as you did your very best to stay calm as the relentless cold tested your endurance. Finally, Miguel hands you back the paper with a sigh, 

"Still not signin'. Sorry for wasting your time." 

"Miguel." You felt your patience snapped in half by now. Between traveling all morning, your boss's incessant emails, and the cold ass weather, you had just about had it up to here. 

"I'm sorry. But any complaints you have will just have to be taken up with the big man later. I came with a job to do and I have every intention of doing it." 

"That so?" Miguel straightens up, flexing his height over you. 

You were emboldened by this point through all the bullshit you had endured. "It is very much so. I'm not leaving this damn farm without a signature, and that's final." 

"Hm." Miguel nodded his chin, as though he was calling your bluff before he swiftly turned around, walking back towards the awaiting four wheeler. 

"Oh no you don't!" You huffed as your icecubes for feet magically thawed off of pure adrenaline and spite as you began to sprint. 

"What the-" Miguel looks at you quizzically then his brow furrows when he sees you darting towards his four wheeler. "The hell you think you're doing??" 

You ignore him and climb on, Miguel snickering a little bit at the prim and proper lady from the city now straddling his seat, slightly disheveled with a wild look in your eye from dealing with corporate messes all day. 

"Get down." Miguel says sternly, coming up to stand next to you. 

"No." You answer simply, smoothing your blazer. 

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Miguel's tone becomes more warning now. "Get off my property, woman." 

"Sign my document, then." You fold your arms. 

"You're a brat, y'know that?" Miguel folds his arms too, incredulous at your undying persistence, more like annoyance. "So childish." 

"Name calling? And you say I'm the childish one." You turn your nose up at him.

"I'm not the crazy lady jumping on a stranger's four wheeler that she doesn't even know how to drive." Miguel grumbles. 

"You'd be surprised." You glare. 

Both of you just sit there in silence, the snowfall has  escalated to just short of a blizzard by now. You're trying but failing to conceal just how damn cold you are as you shiver and shudder. Miguel's mind brews with some ideas before he speaks. 

"Alright." Miguel sighs "I'll sign your damn document. But I need to show you the place first. Just so you can get an idea of just how sick and twisted you people truly are: tearing down a place like this that's been in the family for generations." 

"What?" You blink, not expecting this change of events. "But I mean- but..." You glance at your wrist watch. "It's almost 4 pm. I was supposed to be on the road a half hour ago." 

"Not in this storm you're not." Miguel tsks his teeth. "They always close the canyon when it snows. You won't be able to go anywhere until the morning. But hey, if you wanna call an Uber and wait four hours for him just to be turned around at the bridge, then be my guest." 

"You-" You shuddered and groaned, exasperated at the fact that Miguel appeared to have the upper hand this time. You were stuck playing by his rules. 

"Fine." You resign, throwing your hands up. 

Miguel smirks at this surrender in you, getting on the four wheeler behind you. He's aware the space between your bodies is now very thin, his chest just barely grazing your back as he leans forward, placing his hands on both handlebars. 

You try not to make it obvious that you can't breathe and realize you might be in way over your head being stuck overnight with a man four times handsome as he was stubborn as Miguel drives you rapidly towards his ranch. 

---- 

"Home sweet home." Miguel hums halfheartedly as you enter the elaborate living area of Miguel's mountain home. Several brown and white cowhide rugs were spread over the polished wooden floors, a large pair of antlers hung over a luxury stone hearth, with an inviting leather couch in front of it. 

A short time later, you're absentmindedly staring at some photographs on the wall when Miguel's voice startles you. 

"Had enough snooping?" 

"I wasn't snooping!." You whirl around, pretending to avert your gaze. "I was admiring the antlers." 

Miguel scoffs. "You're a terrible liar, you know." 

"Who is that?" You ask, voice a little more gentle. You kind of wish you never asked when Miguel's eyes soften with the slightest tinge of melancholy. 

"My daughter." He answers then clears his throat. "She passed some years ago." 

"Oh..." You look at him then back at the photograph of the cheery bright eyed girl in it. "I'm so sorry." 

"Thanks." Miguel answers shortly, crossing over to the bar on the far side of the room. 

"I can see why you don't want to leave." You admit, crossing your arms and running your palms up your arms as the glow from the fireplace worked quickly to rid you of any lingering chill from outside. "For what it's worth..." 

Miguel scoffed again. "You don't need to play the sympathy card to win points with me." 

"I- No Miguel! Of course not!" You look at him in horror. "Really, you think I take pride in doing these things to folks like you? You think I'm some souless corporate ghoul that drinks blood of the innocent?" 

"Yes." Miguel stays deadpanned, with the faintest glimmer of amusement. 

"Oh shut up." You blow air through your lips and stride over to where he's standing by his bar. "What do you have to drink around here anyways?" 

Miguel smiles, the bourbon in his glass had made him feel a little more comfortable by now. He glanced outside, eyes slightly widened in surprise at the complete blizzard that was unfolding outside the frosty window. 

"You might wanna go for something a bit stronger than that." Miguel nods in the direction of the window. 

Your fingers move away from the canned margaritas in the mini fridge. You realize bourbon is also the answer tonight when you lay eyes on the absolute winter wonderland outside. 

You had never seen so much snow in your life, as a seemingly infinite stream of snowflakes littered the staggering blankets of pure white that would be nearly waist deep should you venture back out. 

Even though the night was completely black, the shimmery powder stood out, illuminating the December night among the silent and formidable evergreens. 

"Damn..." You whispered. 

"Damn is right." Miguel polishes off his bourbon. "Another round for me too, when you get a chance." He slides his glass towards you across the polished wood. 

"Please?" You quirk a brow at him. 

Miguel chuckles, the sound deep and a little breathy. The feeling it left you...quite unexpected. "Yes, please."

You hum and fill his glass a quarter of the way after you pour your own into one of the small shot glasses you spied below the countertop, throwing the liquid fire back in one ragged gulp. 

Miguel laughs at the face you make and little cough you let out as your eyes water. "Miss Corporate can't handle a little country bourbon?" 

"Miss Corporate can handle herself just fine." You give him a small harrumph. "Miss Corporate wishes to remind Mr. Country Man that she is still here strictly on business and she has no problem decking him in the face should he continue to mouth off." 

"Hmmm business, eh?" 

"Mhmm." 

"Oh, I think we're way past that." Miguel smirks as he leans forward a little closer towards you. "You're having a drink with your evictee. Can't imagine that's not frowned upon." 

"I've had drinks with clients before." You huff, hastily grabbing the bottle and pouring another shot as if to prove a point. This one went down with less resistance, albeit still just as fiery as the one before. 

"Cálmate."(Calm down) Miguel goes to grab the bottle from you just as you're about to pour a third when the sudden move causes the bourbon to splash a little, ending up on your thousand dollar blazer. 

"You... idiot." You roll your eyes as Miguel snorts. 

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." Miguel steps towards you, trying to help. 

"Nope, you've done quite enough." You huff, trying to disguise the warmth the alcohol was quickly dispelling all over your body. 

"I insist." 

"Miguel, fuck off!" 

"Come here, dammit..." 

And you're not sure exactly what happened, but in that moment his body was pressed up against yours and your faces were mere inches from one another.

This was dangerous now. You knew it, and he knew it, but for Miguel, he was at risk of losing everything anyway. Who could blame him if he wasn't going to make the most of this...convenient situation that presented itself to him. It didn't help that you were quite easy on the eyes as well. 

He pauses as if holding his breath, those deep, deep eyes completely swallowing you up where you stood, the faint sting of the bourbon you can detect on his lips that he wet ever so slightly. 

"M-Miguel, I really shouldn't, I-" 

And you can't remember exactly what drove your lips to meet in that heady first kiss, or how his touch moved from your face, to your neck, whether you were the one who guided him, or his hands wandered on their own accord to the sensitive swells of your breasts, but here you were, up against this tall, rugged farmer you thought you hated only 20 minutes ago, breathing and panting into his mouth and kissing him like your life depended on it, completely contradicting everything you ever said. 

He began to rock his hips against you, hands now on either side of your head, caging you against the wall. You could tell he loved being bigger than you, finally something he had to humble all the sass you loved to throw at him earlier. A not-so-secret attraction you had for him all this time you feebly tried to disguise with disdain. 

Miguel felt it too, and God, right now he couldn't get enough of all the little whines and sounds you were making. How desperate you got just from a little deep conversation and bourbon. This night was swiftly traveling in a more heated direction, and if he wasn't mistaken by the subtle rolls of your body against his aching bulge in his jeans and the hunger laced in your fingers as they tangled in his hair, you had no intention of stopping. 

"Not so feisty now, are you?" He groaned as he started leaving heated kisses along both delicate junctures of your neck. "Sure you're not gonna change your mind  and go back to stealing my farm, hermosa?" He teased. 

"Oh, fuck off..." You grumbled and then bit your lip, back arching involuntarily when you felt him just barely tug your delicate nipple with his teeth. "Aaah Aahhh, Miguel..." You threw your head back.

Miguel smirks and takes that as permission to lay you back completely on his bar, gently tugging the waistband of your business slacks while he switched between both tits and lapped them with the pointy tip of his tongue, until both buds of your nipples were bumpy and hard from all the attention. "You can still stop at any time..." 

"N-No more asking..." You managed to sputter out as you felt his fingers begin to wiggle against your clothed heat that was steadily soaking from the inside. "Just- fffuck, Miguel, so good...just fuck me..." 

"Mmmm..." Miguel groaned in satisfaction and yanked off your pants, followed by your panties without another word. 

Pure ecstacy rolled off the tip of his tongue and dripped between your warm folds as he began to slurp your pussy up like hot cocoa. Miguel strategically left your high heels on, smirking as he glanced over at the mirror on the wall, seeing the pretty businesswoman half naked and back arched so beautifully, moaning as he ate you out on his bar. 

Despite never knowing your body before, his tongue just seemed to find and hit all the right spots, even the ones you were too impatient to look for when you laid in bed all alone. He sucked, and he spit, rolling your clit so perfectly between his lips and leaving no inch of your pretty pussy unbathed by his tongue. 

He alternated between tongue fucking you where his thick nose squished against your clit, hands slinking up the soft flesh of your hips, encouraging you to grind on his face. When he paused and brought his face up to look at you, you swore he was never more handsome than when his face was shiny with your slick, dripping with the evidence that he could make you wetter than any man you'd ever been with.

And other times, he loved to just stare into your eyes with that same, beautifully mesmerizing gaze that was almost too intense to where you'd have to turn away, only for him to whisper, "ah, ah, mirame..." (Look at me) , while his thumb slowly rubbed over your swollen clit, and his middle and ring finger noisily and wetly massaged your squishy walls. 

"Miguel, baby, so good..." You moaned and you sighed, face twisting into a smile as you bit your lip. It felt so shameless to indulge right now. Your career hit the road the second you decided to kiss him but right now you weren't complaining. Logic took a permanent vacation leaving you with nothing but raw, carnal need. All that mattered right now was spreading your legs for this man, being his whore, riding his face and taking his cock every which way he'd have you tonight. 

Your eyes watered as you felt that familiar feeling swelling in your belly, thighs shaking more unsteadily than before. Your back slightly arched from where you laid on his bar but the pleasure Miguel kept injecting into you with his sinfully delicious tongue kept you right there.

"M-Miguel...I'm gonna cum." 

Miguel went even harder, nuzzling his nose even further into your dripping heat, savoring the dribbling honey running between your thighs and dripping into his mouth. He added his fingers again, fingers normally rough and taut and calloused from all that work he did on the farm became soft, intentional, sensual, and deliberate as he coaxed your pussy closer and closer to releasing all over for him.

Your thighs began to quiver around his head, clamping down, however Miguel would gladly suffocate every time for the cause.

"R-right there, Miguel..." 

"Right here, baby?" He groans, swirling his finger in circles over that tried and true spot on your clit, another gush of your juices wetting his fingers before the flood, and Miguel leans over to clean it up with his tongue. 

Every touch now feels amplified in electricity, bordering on overstimulation as his tongue glosses over your soaked folds, something changing in your brain chemistry as he licked up every bit of your arousal as though it were frosting from a bowl. 

"Still with me?" Miguel whispered, leaning in and making out with you as he scooped you into his arms, leading you over to the couch, the entire room painted in an alluring orange glow from the fire next to the warm yellow lights from the tall Christmas tree. 

You groaned as you tasted yourself on his soft, messy lips, the ember of desire burning hotter than ever in both of you. "Y-yeah..." 

Miguel smiles as he sets you down next to him, reaching over and pulling a fleece blanket over your shoulders. His thumb gently brushed the corner of your mouth as he took you in. The most sobering moment between you all evening. One where the alcohol had some time to sink in and both of you were riding out the end of your high together. A new kind of closeness beginning to set itself alight between you as you wordlessly began stripping off the rest of your clothes and you reached for his. 

"Can I?" You asked and a low groan rumbled from his chest. 

"Please." 

You weren't sure, but somehow despite his sass, his generosity and sole focus on making you cum with no assumption on his part that you would be obligated to do the same for him made you even more determined as you peeled back layer after layer, until he sat there in all of his naked glory in front of you. 

He was absolutely beautiful. The salt and pepper pattern from his stubble on his jaw was repeated in his happy trail, leading to a nice, thick, bush around the base of his thick, veiny, cock (More fun for you when you'd be riding him into next week later on).

The tip was just barely a hint of red as it bloomed with precum.  His legs and arms were hairy as well, stomach soft with just the right amount of pudge but everywhere else was solid pure muscle that could only be found on a man who worked hard in the elements, dark hair tousled a bit that fell in his eyes from your passionate fingers earlier. 

The throbbing ache pounded, the glistening sheen between your thighs was all the lube you needed as he pulled you into his lap. Miguel's eyes remained completely locked on you, softening a bit as he felt himself start to push inside you. 

He had suspected sometime around while you were moaning his name and he was lapping up your arousal like an oasis that this whole encounter was deeper than a hookup, and now, he realizes he's sunk: hook line and sinker as your pussy just grips and squeezes him. He sighs as his hands find residence on your hips, taking pleasure in kneading the soft fat. 

"Take your time...." He whispered as he noticed you struggling a bit under his sheer size, his girth slowly spreading you more open. Somehow though, the stretch felt more rewarding, more sinful as you became fuller and fuller of him as you just allowed yourself to relax. 

Miguel's cock bottomed out inside of you, an experimental twitch of his cock reminded you on all fronts that you were stuffed to the brim. He adored this, he loved being so close to you like this, loved the satisfaction that the woman who supposedly hated his guts at first was now completely putty in his hands as you wrapped effortlessly around him. 

"So damn warm..." Miguel purred as he began bouncing you in a slow rhythm. "Ah, ah, mas despacio, por favor(more slow please)..." He teased, grip tightening as he slowed your hips. "I wanna enjoy you like this for a while." He grunted and groaned, loving the way you just responded with more dripping slick around his base as he leaned in to suck on your tits while keeping himself buried inside. "If I'd known you felt this good I would've dragged you out of that fucking snow a lot earlier." He murmured before his lips puckered over your nipple. 

"Please, Mig..." You rolled your eyes but returned a chuckle with a sigh, gently rolling your hips while his cock remained warm and snug inside you. "I'll admit when you pulled up on that four wheeler, it was kind of hard not think about you bending me over the seat.." 

"Yeahh?" Miguel groaned as he churned his hips, drawing his cock in and out of your sea of wetness. "Shouldn't have told me that, now I might need to make that happen..."

As he spoke, his pace increased faster and faster. 

"Aaahh, Miguel...Miguel!" Your threshold was being tested on how much you could take, but nearly fell apart altogether when he added his thumb back to your clit while continuing to fuck up into you ruthlessly. 

"Come on baby, with me...let go."  

And your highs came in waves, yours first followed by his like a bursting dam. His cum overwhelmed your tight hole, causing it to dribble down the sides in filthy display but you loved it, shoving yourself back down on his cock with naughty enthusiasm. Miguel smirked at you, eyes still slightly dazed from euphoria. 

"Good to see you're not wasting any, baby." 

And before you knew it he picked you up, yelping slightly then giggling when you took the initiative of squeezing your thighs tighter around his waist, cock still softening slowly inside your silky pussy, but beginning to pulse back to life as you and Miguel began making out passionately while he took careful steps with you cradled in his arms to his bedroom. 

Perhaps by now you didn't have a job anymore, the future of Miguel's farm was still uncertain, surely you'd be the talk of the entire town come a few months later when your tummy would be swelling with the evidence of every steamy thing that took place tonight inside this snowed in ranch. But, for now, you had much harder, longer, thicker things on your mind as round two became three, then four, with a surprise fifth in the middle of the night and a sixth in the morning. 

When all is said and done, you could always just blame it on the snow. 

[vivievienne]

WHISPERS TO HEAVEN . . . . 祁煜 ☆ even divinity has a price.

PЯАЧ ─── And I have no more than all you left of me.

ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: religious trauma , priest!rafayel , deity!mc , mc uses she/her , hemolacria , 726

請求 ܃ @gravity-valley

a/n: i wasn't thinking about part 2 but when i read that ask in comments i couldn't help and just do another one, so here you are!!

part 1 / part 2

And then he felt a gentle gust of wind brushing his face, and behind it the light began to weave golden threads that slowly embroidered an image incomprehensible to his eyes.

Rafayel couldn't describe it. He was speechless. Something was happening in front of him, "which was incomprehensible to the senses".

And suddenly those amorphous shapes took on Her form.

The form of Y/N.

His Goddess.

He looked at Her, stunned, his mouth parted and his eyes full of confusion. Her? Why...? Why...?

"Most Holy..." he whispered in a trembling voice. He was shaking all over. No, no, no... This wasn't really happening. "Most Holy... Why...?"

And She looked at Rafayel with a gaze full of kindness. She saw him kneeling before Her, clutching the rosary in his bloody hands, how scarlet tears flowed from his eyes, and how he could not believe in Her truth.

Because She was here.

No, Rafayel had not imagined Her.

Right?

She slowly reached out to his cheeks and wiped them with Her delicate fingers, which, like a streak of light from which She had come, touched his skin, leaving a pleasant warmth.

"That's enough, Rafayel," She said so calmly, and Her voice sounded like the song of the wind among the leaves, like a lullaby forgotten by time, like a girl's laughter carried through the corridors... So beautiful... "You have already proven everything... Your burning love for me. So pure and innocent..."

"You deserve it, Rafayel."

He froze.

The air around him seemed to suddenly thicken, as if time hesitated to continue. His heart stopped for a split second, then began to beat with an alarming force, as if it wanted to break free from his chest. His eyes widened unconsciously, his mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. His thoughts ceased to exist – there was only Her and that one moment in which his whole world had turned upside down.

"Not yet... The Dearest... I am not worthy... Not yet. I have not yet had time to prove anything..." he could not believe it. Her?

Her...?

"It is not about proving anything, Rafayel," She replied gently. "It is about faith. And yours has surpassed everything I have seen in centuries. But faith is not everything, Rafayel," She sighed and moved away from him, walking towards the window through which the light of the setting sun fell. Rafayel looked up. He was afraid. Is She leaving...? Already...? Oh yes... After all... "You killed, Rafayel. You broke the Holy Commandment."

That one word shattered inside him like a bell heralding the end. "You killed." She said it so quietly, and yet he couldn't breathe.

"I didn't tell you to punish them. I didn't ask for sacrifices. I wanted love, not blood," Y/N didn't shout. She didn't threaten. She just stood there. And through that silence Rafayel felt smaller and smaller, more and more naked. Terrified that he could disappoint Her. Lose Her trust.

"Have you forgotten that I love everyone?" She asked. "Have you forgotten that even a sinner can be dear to me, if only they open their heart and want to convert?"

Rafayel sobbed. Like a child. He knelt no longer in reverence, but in pain. He didn't even dare to look at Her anymore.

"Forgive me... Forgive me. Oh, Excellency... You, Your Immaculate, Merciful Heart... Forgive me. I beg you. I... Your humble servant... Have sinned... I have sinned... I am not worthy. I don't..." he said, sobbing quietly. "I am sorry... I am sorry, Most Holy One. Let me atone for my sins... I beg You... Have mercy on Your prodigal son."

Then Her eyes sparkled with something that resembled... sadness.

"I forgive you, Rafayel. And now go and sin no more. Because I tell you, if you follow me, you will not perish in vain, and you will live in the light."

And then She dissolved with the setting sun.

He was left alone. On his knees, in the silence of his room. The rosary fell to the ground. The blood on his hands had already dried. And tears flowed silently down his cheeks. No longer bloody... They were pure as water.

She forgave him.

She.

The Most Holy Y/N.

He felt love - pure, unconditional, innocent, full of understanding.

The kind of love he would like to experience his whole life.

[i-jiwon]