#🤷‍♀️ maybe its also bc i looked into it before but the time didnt feel right snd

[magnoliamyrrh]

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[abyssalreds]

gege needs to retire his character death note and hand it off to asagiri i swear 😭

[ankiebitez]

Can I request?

Avisos boys reacting to you/reader wearing their clothes. Could be their uniform, could be their casual clothing or sleepwear.

Would've added wearing their underwear (the clean ones ofc) but i hc that they go commando so 🤷‍♀️

I hope this lil request hasn't been done yet 😭😔

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MC wearing avisos boys clothes

tags: gn!mc , nsft 🔞 , beelzebub stealing readers underwear/clothes for implied nsft purposes , beels scent kink , amons a mischievous little shit

note: im SO sorry this took so damn long ive had it mostly done for months but couldn't figure out how to write for stolas since there aint much for him lmao and then i just kept putting it off. i hope you like it though :>

Beelzebub

imagine trying on his clothes when you think he's gone, maybe he left a shirt or something and you decided to put it on out of curiosity, looking at yourself in the mirror when suddenly beel appears with a happy little smile seeing you in his stuff

coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his nose against the nape of your neck to inhale your scent mixed with his

"hmmm, i didnt know that you were such a thief..." he'd hum while letting his hands slide up under the shirt to touch your skin, looking up at you in the mirror with an even bigger grin

you can mention that he forgot the shirt and that you didn't steal it, or the countless times that he's swiped your underwear when you look away for a second, but he's not focused on that

he'd 100% fuck you while you're wearing the shirt and then take it with him, he'll leave you another one behind at least for you to wear so he can do the same thing again. what he does with the worn shirt is unmentioned, but he probably wouldn't wash it until he gets the next one or its gotten too dirty.

Bael

imagine wearing baels clothes and coming into his office, dude might actually put the paperwork down for a second

just a second though, he'll pull you into his lap to give you kisses before continuing, he'll probably let you sit in his lap while he does it

he thinks its adorable, especially if you wear something of his besides his uniform clothes. he'll like it more since its something not related to beel or his work

will hold you, sniff you, give you kisses and compliments while doing his work

if you'd like to actually get him to take a break though, wear nothing beneath his clothes

Amon

honestly he probably hid your regular clothes while you were changing so that you'd wear his, you'd turn around for a second and when you look back your clothes are gone and replaced with his. he's fast as fuck and definitely used it as a way to lure you into his room for cuddles, if you're mad and scold him thats just a bonus

he'd snatch you up and pull you into bed with him, either to snuggle or if you wanna punish him he wouldn't mind that either. would love it if you wore his shirt and rode him, maybe even cockwarm him afterwards too.

would also think its really cute if you didn't know it was him somehow. come into his room and ask for his help to find the thief, he'll pretend to help you look around which ultimately leads to yall fucking in some random area of the palace. 50% chance of it being stolas' or naberius' room just to piss them off bc he's a little shit and can't help it, he just thinks its too cute seeing you look around even though you're literally wearing his clothes.

if you ask him to wear his clothes, he'd think it's adorable and would let you wear whatever you wanted.

Naberius

not sure how to feel that a lot of this post is about scents but yea he would definitely be into that as well. he tries to act dignified but he can't help giving into his canine instincts, definitely likes that you have his scent on you now from his clothes

might wonder if this is a humans way of choosing a partner or something like a mating ritual, are you trying to seduce him???? he hadnt heard about this behavior for humans before.... but its working.

will indirectly encourage you to wear his clothes or take them more often and pretends to forget them in your room

he really likes it to say the least, i feel like he tries pretty hard to put up a very sophisticated and put together front, but in private he'll be cuddly and nuzzling against you while you're wearing his clothes. its very cute, call him a good boy too and he might get hard though

Stolas

feel like it might depend, he is short tempered so if its something like his crown he might think you're making fun of him which would Not be good

if its something like his coat though he'll probably get a huge ego boost, getting cocky immediately and bringing you to sit in his lap

im just imagining him having you sit on his lap in front of a mirror, his chin on your shoulder while his hands feel what's underneath the coat.

let's just say thats not an extra gun hidden in his pants, he's just very happy to see you in his clothes

[ask4mycashapp]

You write creepypasta right? Can i request for a eyeless jack hc and maybe put a SO there too 😊

THIS IS MY FIRST CREEPYPASTA REQ IM SO HAPPY!!! i didnt rlly kno what kind of hcs u wanted so these r just what came to my mind. here r ur hcs tho 🤲🏼 they might be a lil biased bc i love ej 🫶🏼🫶🏼

eyeless jack hcs!!

• ej loves you. he really does, but for the love of slenderman PLEASE stop taking off his mask.

• jack doesnt like how he looks without his mask. his appearance is a constant reminder of his inhumanity.

• hes also afraid of you realizing hes a disgusting monster, afraid of you being scared of him.

• you though, you think he looks so cool.

• like have you ever seen someone with gray skin, razor sharp teeth and black drippy eyes? no? thats what i thought.

• youve never been one to be scared of really anything so you didnt understand his fears. he knows of your fearlessness, but his concerns still stood.

• soo you didnt know how to communicate to him that you love him, mask on or off.

• your plan was just to take his mask off and give him a kiss. easy, simple, straight to the point. itll probably make him mad though...

• but your willing to take that risk! you love ej so ej should love ej too! atleast thats your thought process.

• jack doesnt agree though. he appreciates your sentiment but he still doesnt understand your love for his, in his opinion, monstrous excuse for a face.

• but that doesnt stop you from putting your plan into motion.

• it was a regular day and ej just returned from a quick mission. he reports to slender then goes to his room. in his room he finds you, spinning in his desk chair at extreme speeds.

• once you see him you immediately get up to give him a hug. ej expects this seeing as its pretty routine, but this time you do something very very different.

• as jack reaches to hug you, you go to hug him too, except your hand goes up to his face and you grab his mask right off his face.

• your other hand moves to cup his face and pull it toward you, quickly before he has a chance to get mad, you plant a kiss on his lips.

• jacks... stunned. what the hell just happened? and why can he feel the air hitting his face? wheres his mask? did you just kiss him???????

• by the time ej comes back to reality your just hugging him face burried in his chest.

• i was gonna say shoulder but apparently ejs 6'2... its a wonder how you even reached his face, unless your just tall like that 🤷‍♀️.

• ejs not mad? he himself doesnt know what hes feeling but its not anger.

• when its quiet for a while you start apologizing, going on a nervous ramble about how you loved his face and devised this whole plan to try to show him that, and more. poor you, you were just worried you angered him.

• surprisingly though he pulls you in for another kiss, and another, and another. he continues until your left breathless, he himself could do this all day.

• you earn a razor sharp toothed smile from your blushy boyfriend for your efforts, "y/n i appreciate your sentiments, you know? you dont have to apologize, ill try to take my mask off more around you if you love my face that much <3."

• i also hc that jack speaks pretty proper because hes a doctor, and all the doctors ive met r mad proper nd polite so 🤷‍♀️🥲

• his response makes you red in the face and maybe its because hes looking straight at you with out his mask. oozing eyes meeting yours.

• with his grin still on his face jack goes to kiss you again. i told you he could do this all day.

i hope you liked this! i just wrote whatever i thought about since you didnt specify <3.

masterpost

[heeseongism]

OKAY SO MAYBE IT WAS A MISTAKE GOING ON HIATUS BCS I COMPLETELY FORGOT U WERE PLANNING ON RELEASING THIS BUT FIRSTLY CAN I JUST SAY I FUCKING LOVE YOU FOR THIS AND THIS IS COMING FROM THE HEART 😭💞 ive been looking for a good church boy fic and YOU NAILED IT IDK THE WAY YN SPOKE WHEN SHE WAS CONFESSING WAS ALMOST EERIE??? LIKE IT CREATED A HORROR NUN MOVIE VIBE 💀 AND THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WANTING all these other fics r just pure smut and whilst i do appreciate them U ADDED A GOOD AND INTERESTING PLOT AND THAT JUST MAKES IT 1000X BETTER TO READ

okay so as i said before, the part where y/n was confessing is definitely my fav part like omg

As you sat down, your hand immediately made its way to your forehead, giving it a gentle touch as your hand does the same to your lower chest, moving to your left shoulder and then your right.

LIKE HOW DO U MAKE SOMEONE CROSSING THEIR HEART SOUND SO SENSUAL ISTG?!?!?!?

His voice sounded.. different. He didn't sound like the priest you saw every Sunday, but you were too focused on your thoughts to notice.

THE FORESHADOWING OOF 👀

You exhaled deeply. "I kneel before him as I would before God. I feel him on my skin and even taste him on my tongue. I ache when I think of him and feel so full when I dream of him. It's almost as if he's taken over me."

AGSJAHAKDAJ IM GONNA CREAM THIS WAS SO HOT OF U RAVEN I KNEEL BEFORE HIM AS I WOULD BEFORE GOD?!?!?! HELLAUR?!?!?! PUT UR BRAIN ON THE TABLE RN U NEED TO BE CHAINED UP FOR THIS

feeling shame for saying such things to a man of God.

it weird ik but idk why i love this part sm?? its like u didnt need to include this line but it actually had such an impact bcs like we all know that shes abt to get fucked dumb by him 😍

"I dream of turning him from a holy and pure soul into one with the sole purpose of filling me when I wake up empty from my dreams. I even try reenacting his touches in my thoughts to please myself, only to fail and leave me in more shame."

AT THIS POINT IM GONNA BE INCLUDING EVERY SENTENCE U WROTE BCS WTFFF ITS LIKE UR ASKING TO BE FRENCH KISSED RN <333 idk the technical term for this but the way u used filled and empty as like a contrast thingy 😋 forgive me im not a literature god like urself

"How does he touch you in your dreams?"

and this ladies and hoes is when we knew the priest was rlly jaeyun sim preparing to get his dick wet 😔💔 PLEASE I CAN IMAGINE JAKE SAYING THIS WITH THE BIGGEST SHIT EATING SMIRK ON HIS FACE TOO LIKE WHEN HE STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT FROM THE CORNER OF HIS LIPS AGSAJHSJ

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

HELP WHEN HE SAID SLUTTY I WAS LIKE 👀 THIS WHOLE TIME I HAD AN IMAGE THAT THIS WAS IN LIKE MEDIEVAL TIMES BCS ONCE AGAIN U CREATED THIS EERIE ATMOSPHERE SO LIKE I WAS IMAGINING WITCH BURNING HORSE RIDING PPL 🤷‍♀️ BUT THIS IS JUST AS GOOD

"Princess, there's no one here." It was as if a mountain of butterflies escaped inside your stomach from the pet name. "It's just me and you here."

You nodded slowly as you clutched onto his hand. "Congratulations, you're straying further from the shepherd, little lamb," he snickered.

"Can you kiss me?" It came out as a breathy whisper. "Please?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," he said as he brought his hand to your nape, pulling you gently towards him as he closed the gap between you two.

STOP THESE ARE SO SEXY YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS I CANNOT

I WAS IN SUCH A TOPPY MOOD RN AND U LITERALLY TURNED ME INTO SUCH A PICK ME FOR PRIEST JAKE LIKE THE WAY HE WAS SLOWLY CORRUPTING HER 😳

anyways i fucking love this and i hate that i didnt see this earlier ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I WAS WRITING THIS ON ANOTHER TAB AS I WAS READING 😭 long story short u deserve to get ur ass ate asap for this

❣︎ ⎯⎯ temptation incarnate

Idol pairing: Jake x fem!reader

Genre: smut, church boy/girl au

Warnings: usage of maybe 4 pet names, fingering, sacrilege, inexperienced!reader, lots of kissing, semi-public sex (it's in a confessional), mild profanity, corruption kink.

Synopsis: what you thought was confessing your sinful thoughts of corrupting an innocent church boy to a priest turned out to be telling the boy himself you wanted him and him giving you what you want.

A/N: so hi ho! This just so happens to be my first (and probably last) smut I've written on here, so if it's shit I'm so sorry. Since this is my first, feedback is most definitely appreciated in any form, specifically rbs and comments!

Enjoy I guess!

You stood outside the confessional, wiping your hands down on your dress before finally entering. As you sat down, your hand immediately made its way to your forehead, giving it a gentle touch as your hand does the same to your lower chest, moving to your left shoulder and then your right.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

You said, keeping your eyes on your lap. "I don't remember exactly how long it's been since my last confession." You closed your mouth, parting it so slightly. "My sins are," your voice was soft. "Shameful."

The mere thought of speaking them aloud made you afraid, fearing it would make it more real. A few weeks ago, you would never have thought such things but now they're all you could think about. Impure, disgusting thoughts that you can't find the words to confess.

But the man on the other side is patient. You know that the priest is there as he said only two words since you'd entered.

"Tell me."

His voice sounded.. different. He didn't sound like the priest you saw every Sunday, but you were too focused on your thoughts to notice. You two sat in silence as you finally found the courage to speak, knowing you needed to if you had any chance of forgiveness.

"For the past few weeks, I've had thoughts and dreams. Dreams so vivid they almost feel real. Repetitive thoughts all filled with nothing but impurity. Filled with nothing but one person."

You exhaled deeply. "I kneel before him as I would before God. I feel him on my skin and even taste him on my tongue. I ache when I think of him and feel so full when I dream of him. It's almost as if he's taken over me."

Your fingers clutched onto the hem of your dress as you continued to speak, feeling shame for saying such things to a man of God.

"I dream of turning him from a holy and pure soul into one with the sole purpose of filling me when I wake up empty from my dreams. I even try reenacting his touches in my thoughts to please myself, only to fail and leave me in more shame."

You stopped talking, holding onto your dress before you hear the priest speak, slightly surprised that you hadn't noticed the unfamiliar voice sooner.

"How does he touch you in your dreams?"

You blinked, not expecting to be asked that but you were told that priests asked all kinds of questions if they needed clarification on certain things.

"He touches me all over," you said, sounding smaller than when you entered. "He leaves a burning trail on my skin, touching wherever he can get his hands on. But I dream a lot of him.. uhm," you gulped.

"Of him?" The voice on the other side asked, beginning to sound distant, even a hint of a smirk in his tone.

"I dream of him touching me in the most intimate of ways, in the most intimate of places." You said softly, tensing up as you spoke. "And when I try doing it, it doesn't feel the same. If anything, it makes me think of him more."

It's at this point, your thighs are clenched together as you try to calm the ache coming from in between them. The fact that merely talking about it was causing this felt even more shameful.

"Every other offense is just as the other, they're never ending," you said to finish off. "I'm sorry for all of these, and all my sins."

The air was filled with silence when you finished. You couldn't even hear his breath or your own. You must've shamed him, you thought. Moments have gone by and he hasn't given guidance or even a prayer.

"Will you not absolve me, Father?" You sounded timid as you looked in the direction of the priest, who sounded as though he were shifting around.

Suddenly you heard the sliding door on the other side open and close. You blinked in confusion, wasn't he supposed to say something?

Your eyes stay glued to your lap as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

"Do you think you deserve absolution?"

The voice caught your attention, eyes widening when you met eyes with its owner. Your lips were parted but you were too stunned to even think of anything to say.

There he stood, the very man of your dreams, leaning against the door frame of the booth. The one plaguing your thoughts since the day he first arrived.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, dressed in his Sunday best. The soft candle light coming from behind him gave off a heavenly glow, as if an angel were standing before you. The embodiment of innocence and purity.

Yet the small smirk on his face should've been the first sign that the innocent little church boy you met a few weeks back was nothing more than a facade.

"From what you told me," he began as he took a seat next to you, closing the door behind him. "You're already on the road to not being worth saving."

Your thighs couldn't hold themselves together any tighter, his presence only made the ache worsen. The air around you was filled with his scent, your ears filled with the sound of his voice, your eyes focused on nothing but him. He was everywhere, there was no escaping your desire.

"I'm not," you managed to say softly. You were convinced that you could still be saved.

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

With every one of his words, your hands fought the urge to quiet him down. Until his last word when you practically leapt forward to hold your hand over his mouth.

"Shh, someone's gonna hear you!" You whisper-yelled, clutching his mouth shut to silence him, afraid of someone finding you together but mostly to stop his voice from affecting you even more.

You could feel him chuckling underneath your hand. You're sat with a confused expression as he slowly moved your hand away from his mouth.

"Princess, there's no one here." It was as if a mountain of butterflies escaped inside your stomach from the pet name. "It's just me and you here."

You couldn't help but wonder if you should be thankful as Jake moved even closer.

"You probably haven't even held hands with a boy let alone kissed one, have you?" His voice grew softer as he spoke with a gentle smile.

You shook your head. In all honesty, you were never allowed near the opposite sex so Jake’s proximity was already new to you.

"Can I?" He stuck his hand out.

You nodded slowly as you clutched onto his hand. "Congratulations, you're straying further from the shepherd, little lamb," he snickered.

This time, you moved closer to him. It was all so slow but so fast at the same time. You couldn't control your body anymore as it drew itself towards him.

"Can you kiss me?" It came out as a breathy whisper. "Please?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," he said as he brought his hand to your nape, pulling you gently towards him as he closed the gap between you two. The second his lips touched yours, it ignited the most satisfying of fires within you. He let go of your hand to place it on your waist, spreading the fires to wherever his hand moved.

He was patient with you, knowing you had no experience in kissing. It was almost cute to him how you sat completely still as he did all the work. But the small whine you let out when he pulled away was nothing short of adorable.

"Since it's obvious you don't know what you're doing," Jake smiled, trying to hide a snicker. "Just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

You nodded as you closed your eyes. You grasped onto his blazer as he dove back in, keeping his kiss slow and gentle. It all felt like a sin but his soft lips tasted like a dream.

He didn't bother hiding his hunger as he deepened the kiss, feeding on your innocent whimpers. You could feel his shit eating grin against your lips as your grip on his sleeves tightened to try holding back your moans of newfound pleasure.

He somehow deepened the kiss further, leaving you unable to breathe through the miniscule breaks he gave you. Your one hand stayed on his arm while the other shot up to his hair, softly gripping a handful.

The air grew thick and hot when he pulled away. He must've noticed your slightly louder protests as he let out a chuckle. You would much rather be suffocated by his sinfully sweet kiss than breathe the tense-filled air.

His hands made their way to your waist, giving it a little squeeze. One of his hands moves ever so slowly down your hip, stopping to rub small circles on it with his thumb.

Could he feel himself setting your body on fire? Was he waiting for you to say something? Did he want to keep listening to your laboured breaths knowing he caused it?

"Jake," you finally breathed out, grasping the hand on your hip.

"Yes, y/n?"

The way your name rolled off his tongue was too satisfying. You were too stuck in the moment, too stuck on him.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Hm," he smiled. "For a virgin, you're an eager little slut, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you weren't sure if it was the name calling or his sickeningly sweet tone but all you knew was that you wanted to feel more, and you wanted him to do it.

"Please do something," you whined softly, parting your legs just a bit to try signalling him closer. "Please."

His eyes darted towards your shifting legs, looking back into your eyes. "You want me to touch you?"

You nodded, shifting a bit more in your seat.

"Just like in your dreams?" He asked, removing his hands from you. You give him a nod more frantic than the last. "Tell me, how exactly do I touch you?"

Jake’s eyes were focused on your hands, waiting for your demonstrations. You felt small under his intense gaze, not sure where to start.

"Uhm, well, you," you mumbled, holding your hands up, too shy to open your legs any further as you know you'd soak your already damp underwear, fearing it may even stain your safety shorts. You weren't sure how much came out of someone when they had temptation staring them down as if they were prey.

He tilted his head slightly, while amused by your shy behaviour, he couldn't help but feel impatient. "Come here," he patted his lap to which you immediately obey, snuggling your back against his chest.

"Take my hands, and show me how you dream of me," his tone grew strict with authority as he laid his hands palms down on your thighs. You hesitantly place your hands on his, slowly guiding them.

"One time, it was here," you push his hands towards your breasts. He pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. His hands stay where you placed them, giving your breasts a soft squeeze to which he receives a soft squeak in response.

"Like that?" He whispered in your ear, just adding to the shivers he sent through your body with every passing moment.

"Something like that, yeah," you breathed out before moving his hands lower down. He knew exactly where you were taking him, he just liked you telling him exactly what you wanted.

You'd led his hands back onto your thighs, shyness setting in once more before you courageously moved them towards the hem of your pretty white dress. "And here."

He placed a kiss on your shoulder as he moved his hands slowly up your dress himself. "Like this?"

You nodded quickly as you slowly sank into his chest, not able to feel his raging boner underneath you.

Once his hands reached the hem of your shorts, he stopped. "Take it off for me," he said. Your face burned from diffidence as you grew slightly insecure at the thought of him really touching you in the most intimate of places.

Regardless, you did as he said, lifting your hips slightly off his lap to tug your shorts down, shimmying them onto the floor. Your heart pounded as your bare thighs touched each other. It was really happening.

Jake pushed your knees apart, holding them in place with his own so you wouldn't shut your legs. He worked silently, moving his hand further up as the other stayed on your inner thigh with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on it.

You didn't know where to put your hands, keeping them close to your chest to stay out of his way. Small whimpers escaped your lips as his feather light touches made its way to the waistband of your underwear.

"You okay?" He asked, moving you into a new position, in his arms as if he were carrying you bridal style. He figured he'd better get a good angle of the pretty expressions you'd make when you came.

His hand slid back under your dress, his other arm holding you. His finger gently grazed over the damp spot of your underwear, gaining little whimpers from you as his leg managed to trap one of your legs, preventing you from closing them.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "So wet, and all because of me?"

You nodded, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

His hand slides into your panties, with his index finger sliding through your folds. Your louder whimpers were luckily muffled as you kept your head buried in his neck, clutching onto his shirt as his finger slid up and down.

His finger was coated in your arousal within seconds, taking his hand out to discard your underwear entirely. You felt yourself clenching on nothing as cold air brushed against your core from him lifting up your dress.

"Ready?" He looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded. "Yes," you whimpered as his finger hovered just above your entrance.

He continued moving lazily up and down, enjoying the light twitching of your thighs when he grazed your clit.

Everything about this was new to you. It never felt like anything when you tried it but the bare minimum already felt so good when he did it. But you grew impatient, wanting to urge him to do more.

"More, Jake, please," you mumbled as you tugged at his tie.

"Okay, my darling," he plopped a kiss on your cheek as he picked up his pace, pushing his finger down onto your clit as he rubbed circles on it. He wore a shit eating grin when you squirmed, grabbing onto his sleeve and letting out small uncontrollable moans into the crook of his neck. You were basically at his mercy, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were confused when he suddenly stopped, moving your head away from his neck to see if something was wrong, but he just held his finger up.

"Wanna taste yourself?" Jake asked, bringing his finger to your lips. You looked at him with uncertainty before opening your mouth, him pushing the digit inside and being sure to slide against your tongue.

It was an interesting taste to say the least, one you weren't sure you wanted to taste again. But he kept his finger in your mouth, thrusting it in and out to ensure you cleaned it. You parted your lips as he dragged his finger out with a noticeable string of saliva attached.

"And?" He asked as he moved his hand back to its rightful spot between your legs.

"It's okay," you muttered, licking your lips.

"Hm, lemme try," he said, using his other hand to push your head down, encapsulating your lips in another sweet kiss.

Yet it's short-lived once he switches to his middle finger, collecting more of your arousal as he deepened the kiss. But once he saw his opportunity, he slowly slid his finger inside your aching pussy, sliding his tongue into your mouth once you parted your lips to let out a groan.

You clutched onto his shoulders for what felt like dear life as his finger seemed to stutter. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed as he pulled away. You tried your best to relax, melting into his hold, keeping a slow and steady pace.

"Ahh!" You moaned into his neck once he curled his digit. Never before would you have thought a man's mere finger could bring you so much pleasure.

His pace quickened, giving you barely any time to adjust the new speed as he randomly curled his finger once more. He kept you squirming and whining, knuckles white from how harshly you clutched onto his sleeve.

"Hmmph!-" You crept further into his neck, trying to keep your sounds as soft as possible despite the squelching noises caused by his near mercilessly thrusting and the sound of his palm sma king against your core echoing against the walls of the confessional.

Not long after, he slowed down, giving your body enough to cool down before he gently pushed a second finger in.

"Fuck!" You cried into his shoulder, moving your hips slightly to keep the pace going, trying to ease the sting of the stretch. "Oh, God~"

"God's not here, angel," he muttered into your ear as he kept his fingers moving. "It's just you and me." But he gave you even less time to adjust, moving at his quickened pace again. "Touch yourself like I did," he commanded. You moved your head away from his neck, keeping your mouth shut to avoid any chance of someone hearing your erotic sounds, releasing his sleeve to try fulfilling his command.

You brought your index finger up to his mouth, with your other hand holding yours closed. He stuck his tongue out for you to collect his saliva, to which you slide your finger across it before bringing it down to your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles on it.

It was all overwhelming: the pace of his fingers, the pace of yours, the thought of getting caught. Most importantly, that you were too far gone for any shred of forgiveness that there was no use asking for any.

You were no longer a child of God, but in all honesty you never were. The second you laid eyes on Jake those weeks ago, you were his.

Your climax began to build up faster than you'd anticipated, your body readying itself for the strong release even though you knew you weren't ready. "I'm, hmmph, I-" You tried to announce, just to give Jake the heads-up to slow down a bit but he only moves faster.

You didn't have enough time to move your head into his shoulder again, forced to throw your head back as silently as you could. Your mouth swung open as your climax finally hit, body convulsing in the most satisfying way.

It was hard to catch your breath, coming out as hoarse noises as Jake’s fingers began to slow down before halting. Your body felt weak in his hold. He'd pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching on air, almost saddened to be emptied and wanting nothing more than for him to fill you again.

He brought his hand up to his face, licking off your juices, wiping his hand off on his blazer. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, softly pushing you back onto the seat. You struggled to catch your breath as you watched him pat your legs dry with a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

He brought it up to your forehead, patting the sweat away. "What about you?" You mumbled.

"What about me?" He smiled as he fixed your hair.

"Don't you need to get off too?"

He snickered. "So fucked out and still worried about me, how cute." He helped put your underwear and shorts back on, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry about that now, let's just get you looking less like you were hit by a truck."

You let out a breathy laugh as he opened the door, picking you up and carrying you out of the booth. As nice as the fresh air of the chapel was, you'd rather bury your face in the crook of Jake's neck, breathing him in.

"So," he leaned in close to whisper.

"When are we doing this again?"

[noimserioustho]

11/30

Things I dont say. 

I can see my therapist on her phone. Lmao. Looking at her messages. It reflects on her glasses. 

I liked that she was snacking while meeting with me, I dont like that silly professionalism that says people cant eat lol. 

I didnt tell her I saw her on her phone, I asked if she was ok. She said yah, I told her she looked stressed. Maybe she looked bored idk lol. She said no, but maybe a lil morgane coming. I said oh sorry. Then talked about how I wish it were easier to say things. Like how I could see her on her phone. Lol. But I told her how my brain says no, no need to say that, even when it's on the top of my tongue. Lol. 

I do wish I would sometimes though. 

I did bring up my constant need for validation though! #giftedkidburnout.

Lol. 

I dont like thinking about people thinking they're right when I quit. /Leave. I dont want to prove them right. I'm more anxious about them then letting people down. Lol. 

I think I failed. Like my whole life was to get a full time job right? And like wow, so all those 4ams and holding back tears at work and headaches and .. fuck. Everything else. Loneliness. This DEBTTT HAAAAhaahaahaa. Oof. That I havent even started paying!!! Heeheehahaicuevvakdocuwvakxog🙃🙃🙃😶🤷‍♀️🍾 

Walkup. Or whatever that word is for big ugh sigh. Lol. 

Ironic, bc all I do is try and avoid failure. Lolz. 

I think I want my own space. Like desk or office or whatever, I miss it and I want it. Like I saw Spencer's and instantly knew I missed it and wanted it. Not saying a job will be like that, haha, but that's what I want. 

And I'm craving so many tattoos rn. 

But also, hey, look at me, doing this job that has no grades or super specific measurable immediate accountable outcomes. Woo. Look at me, doing it without any clear, specific validation or direction or perfect answers. Yah some could and should be better. And yah, some are really good. 

I see why people just want to sit and smoke. Lol. 

I want to do that too but I get frustrated it had to get it all out and before someone starts talking hahah. 

It was hard to talk in therapy without smoking. Today and past few weeks. But hey look at me going to the gym. 

Guess I should go now. 

I'm really just thinking about trader Joe's afterwards. 

I feel like a ball of play dough bouncing around in a cement roller. 

I like imaging myself, all of us, as starts flying through space. And I am in a spiral, pulled by everyone's gravity and not my own, not forward. Well, forward, with time, but wasting my time going out to the sides towards others. And I could be going in a tighter spiral, absorbing and feeling those around me while going forward along side them. But I'm dizzy in these big circles. Spirals. And sometimes it's just my head spiraling, spiraling so much it just feels like I have to hold my forehead in my hands. Its just so heavy and so .. . Grounding. ? Yah. Safe? Idk. That only thing I can do. 

I want to exercise but I dont want to swim. Lol goddamn swimming. Like maybe if I could listen to music. Nooooo definitely if I could listen to music!! Then it would be a lottttt more fun and better and I'd do it all the time. 

Makes me sad thinking i might not go to trader Joe's hahaha. 

I think i need more sneakers, these black boots made my back hurt. 

I remember after I graduated high school, I was craving all these tattoos. I think I was craving some certainty, you know? Like something to physically remind myself and hold on to, like a manta but pretty on my hand or arm or whatever. I think now again I'm missing some mantras, some guidance. 

I want them all!! So I might wait, probs bc money. Aw sad. But what if it got them?? Like how fun, like a lil s/l somehow pretty on my left wrist to remind me to balance speaking and listening, and maybe on my right or somewhere a pretty brain and heart!! To balance my head and heart!! (Or IS that too CBT LOLLLLL). 

(I dont think avoiding the gym, i just think I'm enjoying something else rn?) 

And I want to design (YAH, I WANT TO DESIGN IT, YOU HEARD ME)  a beautiful vine of flowers, from bloom to full fields, from my right thumb up to my shoulder. Sunflowers and daisies and roses. So I guess I have to become a tattoo artist hahah. Oh noooo. That would be fun. 

Maybe I'll get a 

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Oh no I looked away for a second,,,,, idr what. Hahaha 

Oops. 

I'm getting really cold now, that might make me get up. I want to exercise but not swim. Lol. 

Thursday? Thursday for sure. 

Maybe I'll go to trader Joe's anyways hahahah. 

Or just .. ugh that 

TONYS

Tony's for dumplings heehee. Defs my favorite food rn. I'm not going to think about the gym $ I am wasting. 

Lol nope nope. 

I am cold. Might just turn on the oven for more chicken nuggets!! 

Ahh babyyy is dreaming :') doing that cute lil squeaky thing he does. 

I am feeling better? I think? Unless I think about the gym haha. 

I love the idea of getting grace tattooed on my left arm. In a nice font, lowercase. After I start going by Simone all the time. 

Also ugh, I love Simone and Chris. Both of those. Also ugh, I still love Chris. I hate christian though hahahah. 

Ok cold cold. 

Was about to get up, but wow I typed a lot fast, right? I'm not manic, but whoa where did this come from? All these thoughts, not overwhelmed by feelings. It's nice haha. Just free flowing thoughts. Idk how or if this will help me speak and do things and interact with people, I think that was a goal I had, but this is nice. This is good