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hellsburners · 1 year ago

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summary: forgive me for not being an actual priest pairing: matt murdock x male reader word count: 1.7k warnings: 18+ warning, sacrilege, sm/u/t, bjs and s3x a/n: i swear im writing for other characters i just had to put this out

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He entered the confessional and rested his cane in the corner of the room. It was a small wooden box actually, a small crooked seat and a maroon curtain. It smelled like old wood and incense, Matt settled down and waited for the voice.

On the other side of the booth a young seminarian was finishing up with wiping the wooden seats, making sure that the cubicle was nice and tidy. Before you could go out you heard someone enter the opposite booth. Your eyes widened, you weren't supposed to be administering confessions, those were reserved to ordained priests.

“Father Cathal,” the voice said. It was a familiar voice, soft but deep, you always noted that he would enunciate every word perfectly. Father Cathal has been meeting with this man ever since Father Lantom passed a few years ago. They would often chat and administer confessions for the man.

“I’m sorry Mr. Murdock but Father Cathal has been feeling ill lately, confessions are moved after mass this saturday,” you said, your voice shaking. You heard him mutter an oh. “And I’m afraid I’m not qualified to administer confessions, but if you want to I can offer some counsel. If anything worries you.”

“You must be the seminarian Father Cathal is mentoring?” he said.

“Yes, sorry if I was quick to call on your name it’s just that you frequent the church a lot.”

“I was raised catholic, the church has been my second home,” he uttered. His deep voice soothed you, any sense of panic was gone. You often wondered about him, how he worked as a defense attorney, and has been donating so much for the church.

“So what bothers you Mr. Murdock?,” you felt your clerical collar tighten around your neck.

“I’m a sinner.”

“I’m afraid we’re all sinners. From the beginning, man’s life has always been riddled with sin, just ask Adam,” you laughed. “That's why we are able to repent from our sins through this sacrament,” he laughs as well.

At the other side of the booth Matt Murdock had loosened his tie, the top button already undone. He could hear his heart pounding. The reason why he frequents the church was not because of Father Cathal, or the sisters, not even the youth group he often helps around. He comes by the church everyday because of you.

A smile would show in his face every time he heard your sweet voice. Calm and collected, soft and inviting. You were always near Father Cathal, Matt would notice the smell of your perfume mixed with church incense. He loved hearing you talk, offering service to the nuns and the other church staff.

“Does God punish us by letting us meet people we aren't meant to meet?” he said.

You loosened your collar. “What do you mean by that Mr. Murdock?”

“Matt, just call me Matt.”

“Matt,” you corrected. He heard your heartbeat quicken, your body temperature rising.

“God gave me someone, to—to like. But I don’t think I’m meant to feel this way about them.”

“By feel do you mean love?” you said. Your palms were wet at this point. You wondered how anyone could refuse attention from him. He was a kind and attractive man.

“Love, lust, adoration,” his voice hitched. “I am too deep in this, I want to worship them.”

“Worship is a strong word Matt, God compels us to only worship him. To worship someone like a false god is against His word.”

“Pardon my language, but I yearn for them,” he said. “My body—it aches for him. I need your help brother.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Sweat drips down your nape, you could hear the guilt shouting at your head, but heat rises through your body, an ache forms in between your legs. You clutched your clerical collar, the mere sign of your covenant with God.

“How can I help?” you uttered.

“Kneel.”

Your eyes widened. What? You could hear shuffling from the other booth. The rings that held the curtain slinked to the side. “Just kneel, please,” there was something in his voice now, it was lower and more seductive. Does God punish us by letting us meet people we aren't meant to meet? His voice echoed in your head.

Could the Lord have sent me the devil himself?

You made the sign of the cross. Your thumb caressing your forehead, your stomach, your chest. The promise you made was wheying in, like a scale ready to fall on one side. You closed your eyes and knelt.

You heard the booth door open. A looming shadow covering you. He had entered, his hand caressing your hair. His warm hand went to the side of your face down to your chin. He lifts your face up, your eyes open. The dim lights of the booth made his face blurry. A dark shadow over his eyes but his red lips glistening, like forbidden fruit.

He bends down to your face, his lips meeting yours. Your cheeks were so warm, almost feverish. His hands went to your neck, gripping lightly. His tongue entered your mouth, you let your tongue meet his into union. A sacrilegious moan left your mouth.

He was wearing a worn out blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone. You take the buckle of his belt and unclasped it, opening the button of his trousers after. As if opening a present on christmas day you pulled on the silver zipper. A bulge forming on his black boxers.

You pulled on the soft fabric, your knuckles hitting his bare skin. You brought your lips to the base pulling on the garter to unsheathe his hardness. You presented your mouth as if receiving the sacrament of the eucharist. Mouth open, tongue out, your eyes half lidded directly looking at him.

The hardness grew to a decent length, cut and the head pink already wet with pleasure. He takes the tip to your tongue, you engulf the head with your lips. He lets out a groan, his hand goes to your nape, pushing you into his cock.

The head hits the back of your throat, coating it with your saliva. You cough as he pulls his cock out. He caresses your face. He gestures for you to stand. As you stand he pulls you back to a kiss, his wet hardness hitting your trousers. You pulled off your clerical collar and left it on the seat.

He takes your waist and rotates you around. You looked at the black wooden wall. He was leaving wet kisses in your ear as he unbuttoned your shirt. His other hand was palming your erection already hard and aching.

You help him pull down your pants as well as your underwear. Your bare ass, cold against the night air. He caressed your ass and gave it a slap. You moaned, you swore people could have heard it. He kneels on the wooden floor, practically looking up to your body. He takes his tongue against your rear. The wet muscles played around your hole, preparing it for his cock. He places wet fingers inside you to stretch you out, he curls them, pleasure striking your whole body, your knees buckle.

Your moans filled the small booth, the sounds made louder from the room’s size. He stands up and takes a condom out of his wallet. He puts it on his cock. He takes the wrapper and makes you bite on it. “God knows I want to hear you moan for me, but you need to stay quiet. If this falls from your mouth I’m leaving you like this,” his hand snaking across your ass.

He places the tip to the rim of your rear. He pressed on the muscle, somewhat rejecting the tightness. He perseveres, the hardness sheathes into your body. You were now united, like a soul to a body. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, your jaw shaking from the pleasure. You could feel the condom wrapper slip.

He thrusts into you, a hand to your neck. You moan through the wrapper, all muffled and croaking. His cock filled you so well tears started to form from your eyes. Before the seminary you had never been with a man. You always looked sinfully but never acted on it. But now, the devil in the form of a handsome man, devoured you in his flames.

You recounted Dante’s version of the second circle, men and women devoured in strong tempest, blown around in circles. You could feel it now from his hips hitting into you. Like your body was in his control, swaying forward and back. Your hands gripped onto the wooden ledge on the booth, practically scratching.

He grunts into your ear each thrust. Your teeth clench on the foil wrapper even harder, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. His hands went under your shirt, toying with your nipples. Your hand went to your cock stroking it, it’s been so long since you’ve done it. You felt pleasure like never before.

Fifteen minutes of continuous fucking ensued. Your jaw started to sore from the clenching, the same with your lower back and your knees. Matt’s lips were dripping with saliva and guttural moans, his cock on the brink of climax.

He pulls out the wrapper from your mouth. He knew you were also near climax. “Let me hear it sweetheart, please let me hear it,” he groans to your ear. He twirls you around to carry you. Your arms and legs wrapped around his body. He pushed you into the wall, his cock continuosly fucking into you. Your lips met in a fevered kiss.

He fucks a few more times into you until he cums, the two of your moaning into the kiss. Both your shirts were wet from your cum. Matt carries you as he sits down on the stool, your legs still straddling him. The two of you kiss even more, riding your high.

“It’s you,” he said, as the two of you got dressed. “The person I was afraid to be with.”

“I’ve committed a grave sin tonight,” you looked down to your feet. “But I’ve always felt like the mission was never truly meant to be,” he sat next to you, his hand caressing your back. “I actually planned on sending my letter of withdrawal tomorrow, so no harm done I guess.”

“Can I still ask you out?” the two of you chuckle, Matt pulling you in for a kiss.

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starrierknight · 1 year ago

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❣ TAGLIST FORM | BYF + DISCLAIMERS ❣

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: hi, darlings!! this is my first kinktober, which is so exciting! while this doesn't adhere to the official 2023 kinktober prompts, i hope it will be enjoyable for you all! 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: this event exclusively features dom!reader x sub!character. the reader inserts are always gender neutral and written with AFAB anatomy in mind. all fics will be published at 11:30pm BST. all writing for this event will be tagged under ꒰ 🝮 ꒱ — kt 23 ❣ REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! ❣

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𝟎𝟑𝟏. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | unspecified m!character

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I aim to complete 15/31 fics this year (2023) , and then finish off the rest next year (2024). this is a two year event! (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ) ✎~

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bettyfrommars · 1 year ago

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Death Becomes Us

a True Blood au

vampire!eddie x supernatural!reader

Part 7: Cry Little Sister

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It's been over 2 months since you had more than a glimpse of Eddie, but you had the feeling that he never let you get too far out of his peripheral vision. Some vampires you've never met before come looking for him while you are trying to housetrain your new companion. Just as you're about to have some quality time with Eddie, another visitor shows up.

word count: 4.4k

18+only for mature themes, vampires, mention of illegal drugs, a demobat, allusions to smut, angst, werewolves, ode to The Lost Boys

authors note: this is a shorter chapter, and there is not a ton of action like in the other parts, but I will make up for that next time.

I had a few names I was considering for our new companion, and decided to go with Bela, in honor of Bela Lugosi, thanks to @somnambulic-thing

You’d picked up an old, pea green recliner at the thrift store, and that was where you sat in the morning by the lamp to drink coffee and read as much as you could about demobats.

There wasn’t much known about them, but you had gone to Robin at the bookstore with your search, and she found an obscure issue from a dead publication and ordered it. You told her it was purely to satiate your curiosity after you’d witnessed them firsthand on your way to Sacrament. You didn’t know if it was good sense, or even legal, to have one residing in your home, so you decided to keep your new friend a secret for the time being.

Days turned into weeks since you'd last interacted with Eddie, but you kept track of when he was home and when he wasn’t, as if it was your job. Sometimes, when you were watching TV in your living room with the curtains drawn, you’d catch his kitchen light click on about an hour after dark, and you imagined him walking through in his boxers, yawning, scratching his stomach where the trail of hair from below connected to his bellybutton.

What you didn’t know was that the first part of his waking up ritual was to crack his bedroom curtain and see if you were home. If you weren’t at work, the answer was usually yes, and he’d watch the flicker of your tv in the window reflection.

That morning, you had a black, hooded sweatshirt in your lap, and in the sweatshirt sleeping like a baby, was a demobat.

You peeled back a bit of the material to take a peek at her face. Her enormous mouth of teeth hung open and her leathery wings twitched like she was in the middle of a dream, your arm straining at the heft of her weight. She didn’t have any eyes, but her sense of hearing was excellent and sometimes, you had to make noise for her to find you, like tapping your knuckle on the wall or countertop.

You didn’t realize she’d followed you from the Upside Down until a good three days later when you came home from work late to find her collapsed on your porch. You imagined she got desperate because she was starving. This wasn’t the same world as hers, and she didn’t know her way around or how to find nourishment. She let you pick her up when you found her, after one long roar to let you know she was dangerous, and then she wrapped her wings around you.

You were worried that she might go after Eddie’s cat, Dio, or one of the other strays you were feeding at the trailer park, but you were surprised to read in the book that they were not carnivores.

A vegetarian demobat? She especially enjoyed canned mandarin oranges and corn on the cob. Everything considered, she was docile and attention-starved, for the most part, until she could sense voices a bit too close to the trailer, or the mailman slipped letters in your box, making the metal flap clink shut.

And then she would go berserk, screeching at the top of her lungs, wings outstretched, trying to make herself look as big and threatening as possible.

“Bela,” you called to her, using the name you’d decided on, inspired by Lugosi. You clapped a few times, using vibration to get her attention, and she eventually learned to come to you.

Weeks turned into months and there was snow on the ground; a light dusting to accompany the late-November freeze. You’d only recently caught a glimpse of Eddie in passing, from a distance, or just before he snapped his trailer lights off in the morning to go to sleep. He stopped by Main Vein a few times to sit in his regular spot and have a NuBlood, but you had a strong feeling that he was avoiding you. The second you walked over, he’d either check his pager and act busy, or he’d excuse himself and say he had to run.

He never failed to leave some of his artwork scribbled on a napkin, though, and you were always quick to snatch it and put it in your pocket.

You felt like he was keeping tabs on you, yet keeping his distance, all at once.

You’d dropped off a carved jack-o-lantern on his porch a few days before Halloween, and the day after that, you were surprised to find an odd butterfly animal made of scrap metal, sitting on your welcome mat. Your smile cut into your cheeks so hard, a tiny ache throbbed there as you admired the welded legs and haphazard laser cuts on the wings.

To honor the family memories that were so ancient they were almost dust, you got up on a ladder outside to string some colorful Christmas bulbs, and you put up a tiny tree of the Charlie Brown variety inside. You had a Bing Crosby album while you decorated. Mostly, it was a sad attempt, and the other vampires in the lot hated the holiday by definition, so they all gave your place pointed looks over the upturned collars of their jackets.

Bela looked like E.T. between some stuffed animals with silver tinsel on top of her oddly shaped head, hanging down like hair, when there was suddenly some kind of commotion outside. You strained to listen and swore you heard a loud voice shouting for Eddie.

The demobat sprang from the couch, flaring her wings wide; she was a blur of holiday delights being thrust away by her sprawl. A feral sound escaped her that was part howl, part Velociraptor caw.

You jumped up and moved in front of her, so she lowered her wings--which were also used as hands with extremely strong fingers---and hovered behind you in the air. She finally dropped to the counter and waited with a snarling mouth while you pressed your forehead against the cool of the window to see what was going on.

There appeared to be four boys dressed like 80's rockers in long black coats, and you noticed a motorcycle for each parked just between your two trailers. They continued to call Eddie’s name, almost taunting now, and two of them hit the trailer with the flat of their hand, trying to get his attention.

“He’s not home,” you went out onto the porch, shutting Bela inside to shriek to herself in private. You did not know for a fact that he wasn’t home, but there was no car parked in his normal spot, and you sincerely wanted them to go away.

They all turned to you, pale faces stern at first, but then smiles crept across their devilish mouths exposing the points of vampire fangs. The one with the platinum blonde hair and earring in one ear caged his fingers in front of him and rolled his thumbs over each other as he spoke.

“And, who might you be? He cocked his head, and the others seemed to mirror him, four pairs of eyes sweeping over you.

The sounds inside the trailer told you that Bela had moved to the far end, possibly the bedroom. You could hear her shrill cry followed by a thud.

From your higher vantage on the porch, you told the vampire your name, appraising him down the end of your nose. “What do you need from Eddie?”

He walked closer, almost to your steps. “Oh, we’re old friends, just hoping to catch up.”

He was positively enigmatic, in that way only vampires can be, but you had a feeling this guy never had a hard time getting what he wanted even when he was human. There was sarcasm in his tone and, for some reason, the others snickered.

“Well,” you took a breath and grabbed for the door handle. “Good luck finding him.”

In a flash, they were all up on the porch, crowding you, making you gasp. “Not so fast there, princess,” the blonde one grinned. “Maybe we want to get to know you better.”

You could hear the ticking of the time bomb inside of you, on its final few counts before detonation. Your heartbeat quickened, and you were sure that they noticed. You watched them freeze and exchange a few curious glances.

Then, there it was: the inhale, that quick and deliberate sniff of your scent.

The blonde one ran a finger down the scar on your cheek. “You don’t smell like a human. Why is that?”

You shrugged away from him. “Please get off my porch.”

They were all leering at you, their crooked grins mocking.

You wondered if he was trying to glamour you—to make you do whatever he wanted by hypnotizing you—but he’d soon find out you were impervious to vampire party tricks.

“Don’t be so hasty, princess,” the main one moved as if he were about to touch you again, his cold breath matching the chill of the air outside.

“Hey, are you bozo’s looking for me?” There came another voice, just below the porch railing.

It was Eddie.

You stepped back, closer to the front door, face flushing with the heat of relief.

He was in the typical Eddie uniform of all black, but for the white of the Iron Maiden tee under his leather, and the rips in his jeans where pale, tattooed flesh peeked out. He wore heavy motorcycle boots that were covered in mud, and when his hands flexed into fists at his sides, you saw that the knuckles on one hand were bloody. You wondered where he’d rushed from the moment he felt your fear. What sort of car jacking or obligatory beating had he been partaking in when he felt your need?

You never meant to call for him on purpose, but now that he had your blood in him, he could sense any ripple in the force that hinted to your discomfort.

The look on Eddie’s face when the vampire boys parted, and he finally found your eyes, was a mix of worry and white hot anger. “Are you okay?”

You nodded once, that was all you could manage. You were so glad to see him, and it wasn’t because you worried that the guys on your porch would hurt you. There was another, more foreign emotion that bathed you in a sense of calm.

Meanwhile, the thudding at the other end of the trailer stopped abruptly.

“Easy boys,” blondie spread his arms wide to motion for them all to step back. “Give the lady some room. We didn’t come here for trouble.”

“What did you come here for, then?” Eddie bit. His stare was trained on you as the vampires santured down toward him.

You could’ve, or possibly should have, gone inside, and even though you knew Eddie could handle himself, you didn’t feel good about the 4 on 1 odds. One of the mullet boys had a butterfly knife that he was fidgeting with; opening and closing it with a flick of his wrist while he walked. He had black gloves on, and you wondered if the blade of the weapon was made of silver.

“Just a friendly visit, Munson,” Blondie said. You watched him stop a few feet from your neighbor while the rest circled him like they had with you. “We were told you had something of interest to us.”

Eddie shot him a look, confused, but maintained his composure. “If it’s Dice you want, I haven’t sold that shit in years.”

Dice: the vampire drug of choice.

The only drug on the planet designed for vampires to experience the equivalent of a human Benzo. Highly addictive, and made with a lot of illegal, human-derived ingredients that Eddie preferred not to think about, it was also deadly in large amounts to vampires because of the trace amounts of garlic oil.

The four guys who looked like they’d just walked out of a heavy metal video exchanged bored expressions. Eddie knew the platinum-haired one fairly well, his name was David, and the shorter one with the butterfly knife was Marko, but he’d never cared to learn the names of the other two. They lived down at The Caves in a vampire “nest” with a few others, and had only been turned recently, so therefore, were no match for Eddie’s strength. Still, they were cocky as hell and always looking for trouble, as most young ones were.

Eddie chanced a glance at you, hoping maybe you’d gone inside by then, but also, he liked having you where he could see you. He looked over his shoulder to get an idea of how many other residents were lurking around.

“We should probably talk business inside my trailer,” Eddie inclined his head. “Too many ears out here.”

“If you don’t have it,” David lowered his voice and tilted his head. “I bet you know where we can get it.”

Sure, Eddie knew one guy in town who had it, but there was no way he’d send those creeps over to Reefer Rick’s place. His long time friend was still human, and he didn’t trust the irrational hunger he saw in their pinned pupils.

“There’s only one person I know for sure would have some and that’s Jareth,” Eddie lied.

The other three guys mumbled to each other behind David, but then David shushed them with a hiss and flap of his hand.

Eddie knew that would shut them up pretty quick. No one could just stroll into Sacrament and ask Jareth for drugs. Also, Jareth never wanted money in return, he always wanted services for “favors”, and they were always tasks that would make any normal person, vampire or otherwise, have a hard time looking at themselves in the mirror afterwards.

David began to back up, toward his motorcycle. “Alright well, this was a pleasure,” his gaze lingered on you and he gave a slow, generous lick of his lips. “I really hope we bump into each other again sometime.”

Eddie couldn’t help the death stare he was giving him, grinding his back teeth so hard, the muscles in his jaw bulged. He hated that they knew where you lived, he hated that they had been so close to you, to know that you were different.

The motorcycles began to start up, headlights snapping on to blare right into your eyes, making you blink away.

The rest of their motors idled until David took off first, tires making tracks in the thin blanket of white over the ground, and then the rest followed onto the gravel road before blasting onto the highway, howling to each other like wolves as they went.

“You sure you’re okay?” Eddie was up on the porch with you as fast as if he had teleported.

The sudden jolt of his new proximity knocked the wind out of you; you still weren’t used to the lightning speed at which they could move.

“Could you please not do that anymore,” you clutched your throat. “Maybe just walk up the steps like a regular person?”

Leaning back against the railing, he grinned. “My bad,” he mumbled, playing with the chunky ring on his middle finger.

The truth was, he’d been going crazy trying to get you off of his mind. Ever since he took you to the Upside Down, he’d been wrestling with some serious demons and trying not to think of you in a sexual way, but his efforts were fruitless.

It was normal for humans to have sexual dreams about a vampire if they ingested their blood, but he’d never heard of it happening the other way around. He’d been prey to so many wet dreams of tasting your cum on his tongue that he’d lost count. It was getting to the point that he looked forward to the fantasies because it was a way to spend time with you; to feel the warm, wet lining of your cheek when you sucked his fingers, to not only split you open with his cock and deny you until you begged to cum, but to make soft, deep love to you when he confessed things that he could never say out loud.

He wasn’t allowed to have feelings for you. It would make his job very…complicated.

That other secret job of his, the one you could never know anything about.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Eddie’s head snapped up at your question. “Why would I be avoiding you?” Indeed, that is exactly what he’d been doing, but he didn’t want it to be obvious.

With an absent shrug, you realized all of a sudden that you only had a light cardigan on over your jumper, and your teeth were chattering.

“I’ve been really busy with…” he trailed off. “...stuff.”

“I loved the butterfly you made,” you told him, hoping to see those flecks of gold dance in his eyes again.

“You mean the bug soldier?” He chuckled, correcting you. “Those aren’t butterfly wings, that’s a cape.”

“He’s inside. I’ll have to apologize to him for calling him a butterfly.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Do you want to come in?”

“Shit, sorry, yeah, you look cold. Here.” He shrugged his leather jacket off, exposing the patchwork of tattoos along his arms and neck, and you let him put it around your shoulders. You were suddenly shrouded in that familiar musk of his and you felt safe.

But then, he let the weight of your other question sink in. “Are you inviting me in? Officially?”

If you invited a vampire in, that meant they could enter your home any time they pleased, by whatever means necessary. There was always the option to resend the invite, but it was an important decision that would eliminate the barrier of magical protection.

Just as you were about to make a decision, you heard the sound of glass breaking, like a window shattering.

And then you heard the all too familiar screeching.

“Oh shit, Bela,” you cursed under your breath.

“Bela?” Eddie tried to peer around the trailer to where the sound was coming from. “Who is —”

She appeared over the top of the roof then, jagged teeth ready to strike as she shot down at Eddie like a missile, roaring as she went.

Defensively, he exposed his fangs to meet her aggression.

“No, no Bela! He’s a friend!” You put your arm out like a shield to protect him and she landed on it like a trained Hawk or Owl, curling a finger from one of her wings around you for support.

She hissed one more time at him for good measure, and then her wings fell slowly to her sides as she crept up your arm to settle on your shoulder.

Eddie’s jaw went slack.

“Is this the…same one that we…how?”

You told him about how you found her on the porch and the way she refused to let you too far out of her sight.

He lifted a hand to maybe touch a finger to her belly. “Can I?” He asked you.

“I wouldn’t,” you responded quickly, noting Bela’s low growl. “Not until she knows you aren’t a threat to me.”

He dropped his hand and hooked a thumb into his belt loop, taking in the details of what it was like to see one of them up close. “I’ve never heard of a human, or anyone, making one of them into a pet. I didn’t think it was possible. They are killing machines.”

You let Bela rest one of her heavy tentacles gently in the palm of your hand, swirling it into a spiral. “I don’t know if she’s a pet as much as…some type of guardian. She’s tuned into my emotions somehow. I think that’s why she’s not trying to eat your face off right now.”

You were enjoying the awestruck expression on Eddie’s face. “Did you still want to come inside? Or have you changed your mind?”

He remembered the wet dreams he’d been having, how many times you’d buried his length inside of you while seated in his lap. The sweat dripping down, the groaning, the words of adoration. The way he fingered you in the shower and made you—-

“Earth to Eddie?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts. “I said, would you like to come in?”

You had the door open, and you gestured for him to follow, with a feral demobat casually riding on your shoulder. It had begun to snow again; petite flakes that melted as soon as they hit your skin. One got stuck on Eddie’s eyelash.

“Yes,” he swallowed, raking a hand through his hair. “Yes, I would like to come in.”

“Okay, let me put Bela in my bedroom real quick,” you went on ahead into the warmth of your place, shivering. Eddie put his boot in the door to keep it from closing, taking in the gravity of the situation.

You had invited him inside.

As a vampire, it was not something to be taken lightly.

You had to put Bela in the bathroom momentarily, until you could duct tape over the broken window in your bedroom. You felt like she’d listened to you well enough, but the doubts you had gave you anxiety, so separating her from your new guest felt like the best idea. You put a soft blanket on the bathtub in there, and she nestled down in it like she was sleepy.

When you came back out a few minutes later, Eddie was still standing in the doorway, just inside the threshold.

“Did the invitation not work?” You asked, curiously.

“No, no, it did,” he took the final step in and went to close the door behind him. “I was just enjoying the moment, I guess.”

You noticed that his hand, the one that had been bleeding earlier, was completely healed already.

Just as the front door was about to shut completely, headlights from a car lit up the porch as someone approached from the road and parked in front of your trailer.

“What now?” You sighed, exasperated.

But then you heard the rumble of the big engine that belonged to a classic, square-body Chevy, and your blood ran cold with sudden recognition.

Eddie closed the door the final inch and turned to note the way you nervously adjusted yourself. “Were you expecting someone?”

Shit shit shit

You cursed to yourself quietly.

Could all this be happening at a worse time?

Also, how could you forget? Between Bela and Eddie's motorcycle buddies, the fact that you’d agreed to go on date that night had somehow slipped your mind.

The headlights turned off and the engine cut.

“Yeah, um, I agreed to go to the movies with someone tonight,” you cleared your throat. Why were you nervous to tell him you had a date? It wasn’t like Eddie had made a move, in fact, he’d been giving you the cold shoulder for weeks. You were starting to think he was repulsed by you.

“Someone?” Eddie heard the heavy footfalls climbing up the wood steps, and realization dawned on him. Everything made sense all at once. The fact that you were dressed up in clothes he’d never seen you in, and you smelled extremely good, even more so than normal.

What had he expected you to do? Wait around on the porch for him, knitting, until he was able to work through his issues and ask you on a date himself?

Someone else had beaten him to hit, and he didn’t care who it was—he fucking hated him. Wanted to rip him open and stomp on their guts.

At the sound of the doorbell, Bela screeched from the bathroom.

Chaos, you mused, pure chaos.

You squeezed your eyes shut and wished for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow you up.

With a tight jaw, Eddie was the one to open the door.

Steve Harrington had a bouquet of daisies in his hand. A full head of hair that was long down his neck, and black and red flannel over a new pair of blue jeans. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of you standing just behind the vampire with the murderous look on his face.

Steve’s eyes shifted to you. “Is this a bad time?”

“Yes,” Eddie said.

“No,” you corrected, pushing by Eddie to take the flowers and thank him.

“These are so beautiful,” you cleared your throat. “Um, Steve—this is Eddie, my neighbor. Eddie this is—”

“I know who he is,” they both said in unison.

You watched Steve’s brown eyes glow a bright yellow for a moment as he regarded your other guest with stern resolve.

You took off Eddie’s jacket and handed it back to him with a shove. “Just give me a second to grab a few things?” You said to Steve in a rush. “I’ll be—I’ll be right out.”

Steve stared right at Eddie when he said, “I’ll go wait in the truck.”

“You do that,” Eddie muttered as Steve turned to go.

Eddie was quick to slam the door shut again. He turned to you with a scowl on his face, “A werewolf?” He balked. “You’re going on a date with one of those smelly dogs?”

“Yeah, well,” you tossed the daisies on the counter while you fumbled with your handbag. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he pursed his lips into a tight line and shook his head.

“Good, that’s settled,” you took a deep breath. “Not that you deserve any explanation, but I’ve been running into him at the bookstore for weeks, and I mentioned that I never go anywhere, so he invited me to a movie. We’re just going as friends.”

“Friends don’t bring you flowers.”

Outside, the truck rumbled to life and the headlights snapped on again.

“I can’t do this right now with you, Eddie. I need you to go so that I can get Bela out of the bathroom and calm her down before I leave.”

Without another word, he reached for the door again.

“Hey Eddie,” you softened your tone. You’d meant to grab his arm, but took hold of his hand instead. He squeezed your fingers back, but he did not turn to meet your eyes. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to…I don’t mean to run out on you like this. Maybe tomorrow?”

“I’m busy,” he mumbled. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles once, and then, in a blink, he was out the door and gone.

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torchflies · 4 months ago

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I was cleaning out my drafts and found this tiny thing about vampires. For you, my beloved 💜 (ahem, middle-aged Val Kilmer).

Tomek Kazansky wakes from a dead sleep when a pair of hands close tightly around his ears, smothering the distant knell of a bell.

His blue eyes fly open to the sight of his ojciec chrzestny — his godfather — bent over him stiffly, stinking of nalewki, with an ax from the barn looped through his belt.

The old man’s eyes are cold, assessing, as he drinks in the sight of a five-year-old Tomek, the bastard son of a Polish nun who never named a father. His warm skin clings to its golden color, even when winter traps them in their homes and away from the sun. He is ruddy and strong, his little round face always upturned towards the sky and seeking out parts unknown. He is Polish and he holds their secrets in the clicking of his young bones, in the caul he was born with — just like his mother, his Mama.

“Come, Tomek.” His godfather, Piotr Czajkowski, says. “We must cut off her head by sunrise.”

His Mama’s grave is unquiet, that’s what his godfather says as they walk through the moonlit night and Tomek struggles beneath the weight of the heavy shovel handed to him. She has only been buried a day, dying before she could take The Sacrament.

“She is a vjesci now, lost to us.” His godfather growls — a vampire, as they unearth the pinewood box that houses her now.

Tomek has heard stories of becoming a vjesci for all his life. Babies born the way he was, the way his Mama was, born en caul — inside their sacs — are destined to wake from death as a vjesci. The only way to prevent the change is to eat the dried remains of the sac on the eve of the seventh year of life. His Mama never did. Tomek knows the rules, the way all the children in his village do, on how to prevent his vjesci mother from rising out of her unquiet grave and killing him. That is the first task of any vjesci, to slaughter their friends and family — ringing the church bell to signify their deaths and harbinging many others.

His Mama looks like she’s sleeping when they pry open her coffin, her cheeks still ruddy red and her hands flexible when his godfather lifts them: signs of life.

There are six holes in her white dress, as if she had been eating the fabric away.

That is the only proof his godfather needs before he — reaches a hand inside and lets her fingers coil around his.

She blinks open eyes of sanguine red and her lips curl in a bloody smile as she looks right at Tomek, her mouthful of sharp fangs reflecting off the light of the moon.

“Hello, Tomek.” She coos, “It’s almost time, little one. You will come home to us.”

His godfather flashes a mouthful of similar fangs, and Tomek remembers — his godfather died last summer in the barn, his ax slipped while he was splitting wood.

Tomek’s eyes grow wide and terrified, backing up to nearly trip into an open grave.

Come home, Tomek…

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Come home, Tomek…

On the final night of Tom Kazansky’s life — he’s tired. His body is older than it should be, ravaged by a disease more nefarious than any of the monsters that haunted his childhood. Nightmares, dreams long forgotten, half-truths buried by a child who moved to America and left Poland behind to rot — not realizing how the tendrils of that life are woven into his very being, holding him fast.

He dies in his sleep, a peaceful death, his tracheostomy grows clogged with secretions as he sleeps and he passes without a struggle.

The man he loves is miles away, protecting their child, as Tom Kazansky breathes his last.

He just never expected to wake up again — or to wake up hungry.

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#top gun #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #top gun 1986 #Kit and mythology nerd moments #vampire Au #Kit writes stuff #I love folklore okay #😂#icemav #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #Not my images #Tw death #Tw vampire #Tw blood #tw body horror

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outlawruben · 7 months ago

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RIP Van Der Linde gang 😔 you would’ve loved:

Abigail Marston - Marriage counseling, Stanley Cups, The Barbie Movie

Arthur Morgan - Slim Jim’s, Bass Pro Shops pyramid, Levi’s wooly Jean Jackets

Bill Williamson - Grindr, Shitty Gas Stations, “Don’t Tread On Me” flags

Charles Smith - Mitski, microwaved popcorn and movie nights, Bison as a protected species

Dutch Van Der Linde - Backseat Driving, Political Debate Podcasts, fruit flavored vapes

Hosea Matthews - Keurig Coffee Machines, chiropractors , Candy Crush

Jack Marston (depending on age) - Warrior Cats, Percy Jackson, Disney +

Javier Escuella - Electric Guitars, Cards Against Humanity, The Oscars/Grammys/Golden Globes

John Marston - 3 in one soap, Ford Truck Of the Month, band T-shirts

Josiah Trelawney - Magician Kits, Amazon, America’s Got Talent

Karen Jones - White Claws, Dolly Parton, Brittany Broski

Kieran Duffy - Star Stables Online, NASA space pictures, JellyCat Plushies

Lenny Summers - Kindle tablets, Soundproof headphones, Barnes and Noble

Leopold Strauss - Cashapp/Venmo, Facebook, Wikipedia

Mary-Beth Gaskill - thrift shopping, fanfiction websites, Taylor Swift’s Eras tour

Micah Bell - Ben Shapiro, Alpha Males, Playing Devil’s Advocate

Molly O’Shea - Steel Magnolias, Weighted Blankets, Themed Calendars

Rev, Orville Swanson - Bible study, AA meetings, Sacramental Wine

Sadie Adler - WLW music, Matching tattoos, Gym Membership

Sean MacGuire - Totino’s pizza rolls, Good Mythical Morning, Sugary Cereal (Lucky Charms /j)

Simon Pearson - Hell’s Kitchen, Panini press/waffle iron, Walmart Superstore

Susan Grimshaw -Life 360, Boxed Wine, Cats

Tilly Jackson - Mani-Pedis, Shea Butter Scrubs, Micellar Water

Uncle - Wheel Of Fortune, Recliners, Car seat heaters

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #van der linde gang

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nerdygaymormon · 18 days ago

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Some thoughts from church

This week we are still in hurricane clean-up mode. The 3 wards in the building are combined and holding sacrament meeting together. A lot of the members enjoyed getting to see & greet friends from other wards they don't normally see.

The bishop and the lone speaker, who is a counselor in the stake presidency, both sat on the stand while wearing the yellow Mormon Helping Hands t-shirt, as did many in the congregation. There were others who didn't have the yellow shirts but came in t-shirts and jeans/shorts. To me it felt very "come as you are." I would love for visitors to come on one of these days.

I told the counselor in the stake presidency that being the only speaker, he has the choice to be the hero or the villain by how long he speaks. 😆

I heard several comments about how cold the chapel is. I thought, "It's always this cold but you don't notice because you're usually in a suit jacket instead of a t-shirt."

It is pleasant to show up to church with the sole purpose to worship together and not be worrying about this or that responsibility. Yes, someone did have to play the organ, someone spoke, a few people had to take care of the sacrament, but it's far fewer people than usual since there was no 2nd hour of Sunday School classes and only music/speakers for one meeting instead of the usual 3 congregations.

Speaking of sacrament, it was amusing to watch those carrying the sacrament trays because this is the third week of these congregations being combined and they obviously haven't communicated about what protocol to follow. Each of the three congregations handles the passing of the sacrament a little different. It was a good reminder that "striving" is enough, perfection isn't required.

The speaker had a good message about lifting others and the hope that comes from not being forgotten. After the meeting, there were tables setup in the foyer for work crews to pick up their work orders. Even for those not participating today in the cleanup efforts, it is a visible reminder that church services were nice but now go out and live the gospel by serving and loving others.

An anonymous person prepared boxes and boxes of sack lunches for the work crews to take with them. Truly a kind gesture and I imagine it was someone who had been helped by the work crews or is somebody who is physically unable to do the hard labor of hauling debris but wanted to do what they can to help. A wall of the gym had cases of bottled water stacked up ready for the crews to take with them.

I gave my mom a ride home after church. She shared that a lady had told her that her son (me) is a hero to them because I'm part of the LGBT community and I keep my temple covenants. I recognize this is not the greatest compliment, that they approve of the way I live my life, and also that I understand those covenants differently from her. However, it was a nice change to hear something positive from my mom when referencing queer people. Even as she's sharing this, my mom says "part of the LG, I don't know, maybe B, something, community," as a way to show she isn't interested enough to know the acronym and doesn't want to learn

#tumblrstake

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diamondheartyux · 2 months ago

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Redeem Me

Pt. 2 of The Cumenant: Sinful Sacraments

a little blasphemy crammed neatly into a preacher's pulpit

Genre: Smut 18+ Only

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: religious themes, aggression, pet names (listen,....), some more good girl'ing (...I have a problem, okay?) some blasphemy, non HEA (the whole series tbh), and smut - it's smutting in here.

Note: These are stand alone and can be read in any order :)

Read Part One here!

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I watched as he made his way around the room, greeting the early patrons. His deep brown eyes shone bright as every smile creeped up into them. His laugh was genuine, carrying from the depths of his belly to echo around the room. Sunshine incarnate. He was painfully beautiful, the sun casting amber shades to his pupils before they landed on me with a heavy intensity that made my breath catch in my chest.

His face was animated, involved in the conversation he was in but his eyes were focused on me. I watched him take me in, roaming from my head to my mouth to my chest to my feet then back up again before tearing his gaze from me and back to the man in front of him. A tingle traveled through me, warming my stomach as a blush warmed my cheeks.

It felt wrong to be attracted to the preacher but he was so goddamn attractive. He was the reason I showed up every Sunday and Wednesday night as embarrassing as it was. Today he was clad in a black three piece suite with a black dress shirt and gray tie underneath. His dress shoes shone in the light, obviously well taken care of. The suit gave him more edge, making him even more attractive. His onyx hair was well past his ears, his bangs framing his face. His rouge color lips were plump and inviting, my eyes naturally finding their way to them. His slim fingers were adorned with silver rings that glittered in the light.

I tried to keep myself focused on the conversation I was having with a fellow patron but all I could think about was him. I pressed a hand to my cheek as another round of heat ran through it, his eyes finding me again. From my peripheral, I saw him shift before I heard soft steps making their way to me.

His angelic voice filled the space around me. He turned to face me, a hand coming to my shoulder before falling down my arm, lingering at my fingers. My stomach fluttered at the touch as my face heated again. I looked towards my feet, unable to look him in his eyes at that moment.

“If you'll excuse me,” I heard him say, “I need to borrow her for a moment.”

My head snapped up, eyes bearing into him. Confusion laced my thoughts as I stuttered through a goodbye before turning to follow the preacher towards the front of the sanctuary. The stage was centered in the room, two rows of chairs in the center for the choir. To my right there was an area for the band consisting of a keyboard, two guitars, and a drum set in a plexiglass box. The pulpit was to the left, catty cornered slightly. Along the back was a door leading to a room holding a baptismal tub.

My stomach is simultaneously in knots and full of butterflies as my nerves begin to get the best of me. I wring my hands together as I follow behind him as he opens the door. He gestures for me to go in first so I step inside, suddenly hyper aware of how my clothing fits. My dress is loose but it accents all my assets in ways I didn't mean.

I make my way into the room, running my hands down my dress to smooth it mainly out of nerves more than need. I watch as he locks the door before turning to me, his eyes roaming all over me. The hunger written in them takes me aback but also sends another tingle into my core. His tongue snakes out of his mouth, running along his bottom lip before he pulls it in with his teeth.

A smirk splays across his face as he walks towards me. Another flutter passes through my stomach and heat builds between my thighs. He approaches me, his hand reaching to play with the curl hanging against my cheek.

“Such a beauty you are.” he murmurs softly into the space between us.

“I've been watching you for weeks. You look delicious, sinfully so and I need to know how you taste.” The corners of his lips turn upward as they pull into another devious smirk. I don't have time to think much less respond before he has his lips against mine. They are soft, quite the contrast to the kiss itself. It's heavy, laced with desire. His fingers snake into my hair, now cradling the side of my face while the opposite hand runs down to grab my hip, pulling me against him abruptly. My hands come to hips, my fingers digging into his flesh.

I gasp against his mouth at the movement and he uses the moment to slip his tongue past my lips. He works feverishly, feeling every inch of my mouth. I try to suppress the moan rising in my throat as he pulls me against him more, the bulge in the front of his pants pressing against me. A sigh into his mouth, the feeling of him hard against me sending a tingle between my thighs. I return every nip, every bite he delivers to my lips with equal ferocity.

His fingers clasp my hair tighter, pulling it gently while his hand roams from my hip slowly up my stomach to grapple at my breast. He squeezes it softly, kneading it in his hand through my clothing. Another sigh passes from my mouth into his, devouring the noise. I drop a hand from his hip, running it down his pants to rub the hardness pressed against me. He breathes the softest moan into my mouth as my hand makes the first stroke across him. The sound sends my body into a frenzy. My stomach flutters, tingles spear through my entire body, and between my legs grows warmer and wetter.

Without warning, he pulls back, removing his lips from mine. I whine involuntarily at the absence of his mouth in mine earning a chuckle from him. He leans forward, tugging my hair again, before placing his lips at my ear. “Let's continue this elsewhere, shall we?”

I shudder, nodding in agreement immediately. I had a taste of what I would fantasize about. I didn't want to let it slip away.

Drunk off lust, I let him take my hand and lead me to the door. He peeks his head out, surveying the sanctuary before opening it fully. He drops my hand, gesturing again for me to exit first. I quickly run a hand through my hair before I walk out before him. The door closes behind me and then he's there beside me, his hand pressed softly into the small of my back. Checking his watch, he gently steers me across the stage.

I can see people starting to file in, preparing for the quick service scheduled for today. No one is looking this way but I feel like everyone's eyes are on me. It sends another flutter through me as we cross the stage. We come up to the pulpit and he stops. It's huge, the pulpit. It spans about three feet wide and it is at least three and a half feet tall. A cross is engraved on the front in the light colored wood. The top is flat, perfect for holding notes, water, and a Bible. The inside of it was hollow and spacious enough to fit possibly two adults in. This is where he wants me to go.

At first I wasn't sure I understood but a soft shove against my back clarified for me. The front of his pants still stood stiff and he stood in a way to take the attention off it. My mouth watered at the sight before I obediently dropped to my knees, crawling into the pulpit. My body hums. What if someone saw me? What would they think? Excitement and embarrassment mix together, sending my body into a frenzy.

I grasped the leg of his suit, frozen momentarily as I listened to the hush murmurs filing into the room behind me. He made no effort to acknowledge me, instead I watched as he clipped the portable microphone to his collar, tucking the battery into his pocket before adjusting his cuffs. He opened his Bible, stacking papers from between the pages. After laying everything out, he looked down where I was peering out and up at him to give me a wink before focusing on the room before him.

Emotions prickled through me, my heart racing as it thudded against my chest. I squeezed my legs together against the ache growing between them. I caressed his leg, working my hand slowly up to his thigh, stopping to squeeze gently before sliding a hand over the front. His erection pressed against the zipper of his pants, straining the fabric against it. Every piece of me wanted to rip the zipper down and take him into my mouth that second in hopes to drink him dry but another piece of me wanted to play. How long could he go before he bust? Could he really preach a sermon without a single moan? Surely the microphone on his collar would pick up the pace of his breathing.

With a wicked grin, I continued teasing. I pawed at his pants, brushing him with my fingers lightly. I squeezed his thighs over and over, each time a little harder than the last. I kissed the fabric of his pants lazily up his leg before placing soft, quick kisses on the bulge so clearly wanting to be touched. He shifted on his feet, a hand coming under the pulpit to grasp my hair, leading my face to his crotch.

He had begun speaking but I couldn't hear what he was saying over the buzzing in my skull and the throbbing between my thighs. My face was buried against him and, to be a tease, I placed another soft kiss on the front of his pants. The hand in my hair released, falling down to the side before swatting my cheek. Excitement shot through me. I rubbed him through his pants, this time a little more aggressively before kissing the fabric once more.

I felt him rock against me slightly before his hand met my cheek again. My cheeks burned, blush creeping through my entire face. I adjusted myself on my knees, careful to avoid knocking any part of the pulpit. I placed my hands on the outside of his thighs before I nuzzled him with my face. I felt his body shudder slightly at the contact. I planted more kisses across the front of his pants, squeezing his thighs tightly.

His hand made contact with my cheek again before gripping my face firmly as best as he could given the angle. He squeezed it once before releasing me, pushing his hips towards me. I roll my lip between my teeth before I reach to grab his zipper. I salivate subconsciously in anticipation of what's to come.

I pull his zipper down slowly before reaching up to unbutton his pants. I pull the top of his boxers down, freeing him from his fabric prison. My eyes widen at the sight of him. He was much bigger than I had ever thought he would be and I worried I didn't have the capacity for him in any orifice.

He pushes his hips forwards again and this time I reach up to wrap my hand around him. Gripping softly, I begin to slowly stroke him. Up and down, twisting at the tip. Softly, slowly, teasingly. I lowered my hand down to his base before I softly flicked my tongue against his head. Turning my face, I run my tongue from the tip to the base and back up again, flicking my tongue against his tip like I was licking a lollipop.

His hips push forward slightly and I hear him clear his throat before speaking again. I have no idea what he's on about but I know I want to make him struggle again. I stroke him again before opening my mouth, tongue out, and pat his head against me quickly wrapping my mouth around his head. I give him a light suck before popping him out of my mouth to stroke and repeat. His head is soft against my lips and I rub it against them before flicking my tongue over his tip again.

The hand comes back, fisting my hair to tug roughly. I grin, tapping him against my tongue one more time before I swallow his head into my mouth. I feel the sigh through his body, the relief of finally being where he wanted to be. I work his head slowly, torn between teasing him more or seeing how fast I can make him cum.

I work more of him into my mouth, keeping constant, soft suction, moaning as he fills me entirely. I stroke him with one hand, the other snaking into his pants to grab his balls, squeezing and tugging them softly. He coughs above me which only sends thrills through me. My crotch aches, desperate for touch and I slide a hand under my dress and into my panties. I suck him harder, taking him until he's touching the back of my throat.

I moan quietly, the sound vibrating off his cock and my fingers rub circles against my clit. I was soaking wet already and I'd only just begun. I would surely explode before this was over. I suck harder, focusing on holding him fully before my gag reflex can catch up. When it does, I come off him, a trail of spit bridging the space between my lips and his cock. My eyes water and I know my mascara will undoubtedly be ruined at the end of this. I spit on his head before pumping my hand up and down to spread it all over him.

I suck him back in my mouth once again to repeat the process. I shoved my face down him until my nose touched the front of his pants. His hand curled in my hair grips harder, pulling me tightly against him as he pushed his hips forward. I gag hard, tears forming in my eyes but he keeps me in place, bucking softly. A moment later, his hand releases my hair and I pull off him. I gasp for air slightly, drawing in a deep breath before I dive back in. My fingers work my clit feverishly and I moan against him, warmth coiling tightly in my stomach.

He reaches underneath the pulpit again to hold my head in place as I gag on his cock again. When he releases me, I can hear a prayer leaving his lips. I smirk before I suck him back in my mouth again. I can feel his body all but heaving breaths under my touch and it's a wonder the microphone hasn't picked it up. I suck him hard and fast, desperate for his release. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to hear him. I shove him to the back of my throat, sucking as much as I can. The tightness in my stomach is threatening to break and I moan against him again.

His hand pops my cheek again but I don't stop. I ram him into my throat, gagging on him again. I take enough time to catch a breath before I have him back against my throat. His cock is the only thing stifling the moans I can't control now. I rock against my fingers, the dam holding everything back on the verge of bursting. His hand holds me against him again. Tears roll down my cheeks as I gag again before I feel the coil snap. My orgasm slams into me and I have to work to keep quiet, humming against his cock as wave after wave slams into me.

His hips rock against my face softly as I come down off my high. I pop him out of my mouth, stroking him softly. His other hand comes into view, practically prying me off him to tuck himself back in his pants before zipping them up. I realize the room is murmured again, the sounds growing quieter. After a few moments, he steps back and squats down to look at me.

He pulls a tissue from his pocket and dabs my face gently. Once he finishes, he pockets the tissue and motions for me to come out. I crawl out, standing slowly. My legs ache from sitting on them so long. He reaches out, placing a hand on the small of my back before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“To my office” is all he says before he gives me a small push forward. I make my way out of sanctuary and down the narrow hall to the room at the end. I keep my head up despite how embarrassed I feel. It's like everyone is looking at me despite the fact no one has noticed me. My cheeks flush as we finally make it to the door. He reaches down, placing a key into the lock before opening the door for me. I walk in and hear the door close and lock behind me.

The room was decent sized. A large oak desk sat directly in sight of the door, two chairs in front of it. It was covered in papers, a phone sitting on the side with a lamp next to it. To my left was a leather love seat fit snugly in the small space. A row of windows ran across the wall beside it.

I watch as he begins to close the blinds on the four ceiling to floor windows before turning to me again. His eyes are all but glowing as they focus on me, a hunger flashing across them. A tingle shoots through me at the sight of him, like a predator with its prey. His eyes are trained on me. I watch as he takes me in from head to toe, swiping his tongue absent-mindedly across his lips.

He crosses the short distance between us, backing me against his desk, shoving the chairs out the way in the process. I grip the edge of his desk with my hands to keep me balanced, my heart pounding violently against my chest. His eyes study mine before flickering to my lips. His chest heaves, his breaths coming in pants. I can hear his breathing shiver and I bite my lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape.

In that moment, he moves. His lips are on mine, kissing me as if he needs my mouth to survive. His hands roam my body, grasping anything and everything as if he can't decide what he wants to touch first. His teeth nip my lips and I groan softly. He nips again before kissing my jaw up to my neck where he nibbles the spot below my ear. I bury my face into his neck, kissing across his shoulder as I bring one hand off the desk to wrap around him.

I press my body against his, desperate to feel his skin as if I needed to be closer than we already were. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I *needed* more. He moans softly in my ear when my teeth prick against the skin of his shoulder. The sound sends shivers through me and my knees threaten to give out. As if sensing this, he grabs my hips and lifts me to sit on the edge of the desk, working his way to stand between my legs.

He presses against me before pressing his lips against mine. He hungrily works his tongue into my mouth, eager to taste me. I moan softly again, bringing my hands to his hips to pull him against me more. He runs a hand under my dress and I gasp against him when his hand makes contact with my skin. His touch leaves electricity in its wake. My skin is desperate for his touch. He works his hand on my stomach and between my breasts before he wraps his hand around my neck to squeeze. I can feel the coolness of his rings against my skin and the sensation mixed with the pressure is delectable . I moan again and he squeezes the side of my neck harder.

I buck my hips against him, feeling the hardness pressed between us. My fingers dig into the skin of his hips as his hand releases my neck, sliding down to my chest. He teases me, pawing the edge of my bra softly before dipping his fingers under it to grab my breast. I gasp at the touch as his fingers roll my nipple between them softly. He squeezes it softly before tugging it slightly, releasing it only to grope my breast roughly. His fingers return to my nipple, brushing them lightly before rolling it between his fingers again.

My body aches, needing and wanting to be filled. I moan quietly before it morphs into a whine as he pulls his lips from mine. He dips his head down, pushing my dress and bra cup upward, the cool air of the room hitting my bare skin. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it softly before his teeth graze it. I lean my head back, running my hand through his hair as he sucks and nibbles on my nipple again. His mouth quickly retreats only to make contact with the opposite breast. His hand cups my free breast, his fingers working the nipple there while his mouth works the other.

I moan softly, biting my lip. It felt so good having his mouth on me. The sensations shooting straight to my core. I squeezed my legs around him, drawing him into me. It felt so good but if I didn't get him inside me soon, I was going to lose it.

As if reading my mind, he pulled back, popping my breast from his mouth. My dress falls down to my thighs, covering me again. He grabbed my hips, pulling me forward to teeter on the edge of the desk. I place both hands on either side of me to hold myself in place. My stomach fluttered. I looked into his eyes, my own lust filled gaze meeting his glazed over stare. I reach over and grab my dress, bunching it up before I spread my legs. My panties are soaking wet, the spot clearly visible. A low growl ripples through him as he takes me in.

He lowers himself to his knees, pushing my knees further apart. Reaching up, he grabs both sides of my panties, pulling on them. I lift my hips to allow them to come down and he slides them off of me before tossing them to the side. I lean back, spreading my legs again to bare myself to him. Another hungry growl escapes him as he takes in my dripping wet pussy.

Without wasting another breath, he presses his face between my legs, his tongue lapping against my lips. I shiver slightly as he runs two fingers between my folds before spreading my lips open. He dives in immediately, flicking my clit with his tongue softly at first. I press myself against his face, leaning back on my hands. My head lolls back as he continues to lap at my pussy like it's water and he's on the verge of dehydrating.

The quickness in which the coil in my stomach tightened was alarming. He was really, really good with his tongue. He nipped at my clit, drawing circles over and over before he ran two fingers between my wet folds again, dipping them into me softly. Once inside me, he began his assault on my clit once more. Flicking up and down while his fingers pumped in and out.

I brought my legs to wrap around him, which he placed over his shoulders. I squeezed as best as I could, bringing a hand to fist into his hair. I grinded rhythmically against his face, whimpering softly as he brought me closer to the edge. I tugged at his hair before pressing his face against me. His tongue and fingers began to work faster.

My head was still lolled back but I swung it forward to watch him as he ate me like a five course meal. The sight was beautiful, a sin in its own right. His mouth glistened with my juices. His breath came in puffs. He moaned softly against me and it sent a flutter through me. I closed my eyes and lolled my head back again before looking down again. This time his eyes were on me and the sight almost sent me over the edge.

My eyes locked with his as I thrust my hips against his face. His fingers curled in a come here motion inside me, hitting the perfect spot. My eyes fluttered as he continued to lick, pump, and curl. I moaned loudly before I looked down again.

“P-ppastor…I'm…..fuck!” was all I managed to get out before my second orgasm slammed into me. My legs tightened around his head and my head went back as my body convulsed against him, the waves stronger this time. My eyes rolled back as they rocked me continuously for what felt like ages. His tongue never stopped, working me through my pleasure. When the last bit rolled out, he pulled himself away from me, his mouth glistening with my juices.

The sight turned me on, which I didn't understand especially after cumming twice already. This was new to me. My body craved him in all ways. I reached down, tugging at him, desperate to taste myself on his lips. He denied me the taste only long enough to pull me off the desk and grab my dress. He lifted it, pulling it over my head before tossing it aside. His hands caressed my stomach before running over my breasts and behind me, his fingers working the clasp of my bra. I feel it come undone and slowly pull it away from me, discarding it with the rest of my clothes.

If you would have told me I would be standing naked, dripping wet in a pastor's office, I never would believe you but that was before him. I watch him take me in, a fire burning in his eyes. I reach forward and begin to undo his tie while he begins to remove his pants. I rip his tie off, setting it down on the desk next to me before I begin unbuttoning his vest and then his shirt. I shimmy them down his arms, tossing them aside before I lean in and press my lips to his.

The taste of my mixes in our mouths and it drives me. I press my body flush with his, pawing at him desperately. I run my hands into his hair and tug hard. A groan leaves his lips and I lap it up before the room around us can eat up the sound. I roll his bottom lip between my teeth, pressing into it gently. He groans again before he flips me around swiftly. He presses into my back, his right hand coming up to my throat and his left sliding between my legs. He squeezes my throat while his fingers rub my clit. He presses himself against my back, rubbing his erection against my back.

I moan softly, my hands grasping at legs. I was desperate for him and he was teasing me.

“Mmm Pastor, please.” I groan softly. His grip on my neck tightens.

“Please what, angel?” I blush slightly. I've never outright asked someone to fuck me but god, I really needed him to fuck me.

“Please, Pastor Jung, please..” I responded as whiny as I could. He pressed himself harder into my back before lowering his mouth to my ear. “Use your words, princess” he whispered and I shuddered at the sound of him in my ear.

“Please, fuck me.” I whispered, the sound barely audible and almost a ghost in the room. He squeezed my neck again but this time stopped rubbing my clit. He nipped my ear with his teeth before he spoke again.

“Louder or I stop here.”

“Fuck me” I said forcefully, meaning every word of it. I could hear the smile in his voice as he whispered in my ear again. “Good girl”

In seconds, I was shoved forward, hands splayed on the desk to hold me up. My legs were spread, one held up by the knee, and he was pressed against me. I moaned softly at the feel of him touching me and he ran himself up and down my wet folds before lining himself up at my entrance. In one swift motion, he thrust into me until he bottomed out. A loud moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I slapped my hand over my mouth, worried someone might have heard. He chuckled softly before leaning into my ear.

“Make noise, princess. For all they know, I'm performing an exorcism. There's a demon of lust hiding in here and I have to drive them out.”

I moaned against my hand slightly as he pulled out of me just to slam back into me. I yelped into my palm, the force rocking me forward. His free pushed me forward to where I was half lying on the desk, my ass out with him buried balls deep in my pussy. His left hand still held my leg out, giving him more room. He pulled himself back and rammed into me again. I rocked against the desk, pushing papers every time I moved forward. He continued to pull out and slam back into me hard, slowly picking up pace. The pleasure was overwhelming.

With my hand still clasped over my mouth, I moaned loudly with every thrust. His hand dropped my leg, moving to grasp my hips as he pummeled into me almost angrily. The slick sound of our bodies clashing filled the air around us, mingling with my stifled moans and his guttural groans. The next thrust, he removed his hands from my hips, slamming in me and holding himself there as he leaned forward to grab his tie. Once in his grasp, he quickly looped it around my throat like a makeshift leash. He tugged it quickly before pulling back almost completely out of me.

Sliding back into me, he pulled the tie hard the moment he bottomed out. The pressure was different then his hand and it simultaneously frightened and turned me on. He wrapped the extra length of the tie around his fist, keeping tension on it as he fucked me harder and faster. My eyes fluttered, rolling back in my head before they closed completely. The tension in my stomach was coiling again.

He tugged the tie tighter before lifting his other hand, bringing it down harshly against my ass. The sound vibrated across the room. The contact stinging initially before morphing into pleasure. I moan against my hand. His hand came down again, this time harder, smacking the previous spot on my ass. Pain radiated through me before again turning into pleasure. I moaned again, louder this time, before I dropped my hand from my mouth.

The pain mixing with pleasure was a new sensation. My core throbbed as the coil in my stomach tightened more. The pressure on the tie loosened and I gasped slightly, not realizing how much flow it cut off. I didn't have long to gather myself before his hands were knotted in my hair. He pulled my head back violently, an almost animalistic growl flowing from his lips. My body shuddered under his. “Pastor…” I barely whimper out.

He smirks. “My name. Call me by my name.” I moan softly at the demand before I obey.

“Woo, …Wooyoung. Fuck. It feels so good. You feels so.fucking.good. Please, don't stop” I moan.

“Such a dirty little angel you are. You come to my church with this body and covet me in front of my entire congregation. You reeked of sin. I had no choice but to cleanse you, to redeem you, do you understand? I have to remedy the lust you carry.” he growls as he thrust into me harder before pressing my face into the desk beneath me, holding me there.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..” he breathes into the space around us, driving deeper and deeper into me. His free hand lifts and comes down hard against my ass again.

“...thy kingdom come; thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us..”

I moan loudly as he thrust into me, fucking me like an absolute animal. He growls again, slamming into me before continuing, “And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil…”

The heat in my stomach is all but fire now and the coil is yet again threatening to snap. His hand presses my face harder against the desk, his fingers curling in my hair. Tears begin to fall down my face, everything I'm feeling overwhelming me.

“...but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen” his hand comes down against my ass again, striking the same spot before he slides it around, dipping between my legs, circling his fingers against my clit. He rams into me one, two, three more times before I feel it snap. My orgasm hits like a typhoon, breaking everything inside me.

“God, Wooyoung!’ I cry out loudly, unable to cover my mouth or care even if I could. He grunts at the sound, picking up his speed as he slams into me faster. My body shutters as I clench around him. My eyes roll back, my vision dancing at the power of my third orgasm.

“Fuck” I hear him whisper under his breath before he rams into me again. I watch from my peripheral as he pulls out of me, lifting his hand from my head, taking my hair with it. “Up” he orders.

I stand up obediently, watching as he strokes himself. “On your knees..”

I fall to my knees in front of him and look up at him. “Open your mouth”

I immediately open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out. I look up at him, watching his eyes as he wildly strokes himself to completion.

He watches me with an intense gaze, moans flying freely from his mouth as he pumps himself.

“Fuck….” He whispers, “fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck” he groans before he thrusts his hips forward, his cock twitching as it shoots thick, hot white cum out across my tongue. I keep my mouth open, holding obediently as his own orgasm crashes through him causing his body to shake almost violently. His hand slows down, sliding up one last time to squeeze every last drop out of him.

He taps the head of his cock against my tongue and I wrap my mouth around it, sucking softly, desperate to swallow the seed dripping from it. He shivers at the touch before pulling himself out of my suction. He leans down and pulls his pants back up over himself before leaning down to grasp my elbow and pull me upright.

He buttons his pants and grabs my clothes from the side of the desk and hands them to me. We dress in silence before he turns back to me, a smile on his face. He motions towards the door, reaching for the knob. He unlocks it and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“If I catch you eye fucking me in my church again, next time I won't go so easy on you.” He grins before opening the door to his office, ushering me out.

“Please don't hesitate to see me again, ma'am. If you need anything, please stop by anytime. The church is here for you” he bolsters loudly before gently shoving me into the hall and shutting the door behind me.

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