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crimsonclergy · 2 years ago

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dew-kini ask 2 electric boogaloo: mount picks him up and pins him against the fridge, legs hanging over his shoulders

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the boys get sloppy and dew gets head

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(pssst… here’s part one)

mountain has dew pinned between him and the fridge door. his face only inches from his dick, stiff and straining against his swimsuit. he flicks his thumbs over the little bows on each hip and looks up at the little ghoul whose ass perched on his broad shoulders.

dew’s silky, honeyed hair is darkened with water and plastered to his rosy cheeks. strands are haphazardly sprawled over his chest, framing his pink, pebbled nipples. mountain watches with bated breath as drop of water slides down his slight chest, collects on the stainless steel hoop threaded through his nipple, and drips into his lap. he’s dripping everywhere really, bleeding into mountain’s shirt, soaking into into his pants, and even dampening his own hair.

he’s pink everywhere, stained. colored by the sun, his popsicle, his arousal. every inch of his soft skin is either flushed or dyed, from the blushing apples of his cheeks to the tips of his sticky fingers- red with sugared liquid. his hands are slippery with melted popsicle where they cling to mountain’s wrists.

his lips are swollen and shiny, wrapped tight around the popsicle in an attempt to keep his syrupy saliva from dribbling out of his mouth while mountain teases him. he looks down at mountain with heavy lidded eyes, watching his lips brush over the front of his suit.

mountain just noses at dew for a minute, sitting back every once and a while to watch dew’s cock kick against the material. soon, watching isn’t enough- he wants to feel it.

he presses a chaste kiss right on the little head- soft, sweet, but most importantly, quick. dew whines when his lips leave his cunt, squirming in mountain’s grasp- needy. mountain leans in to place another, and another, and another. each time, he lingers a couple seconds longer than the last.

he buries his nose against dew’s suit, breathing in the heady sent of his arousal mixed the clean smell of lake water. he closes his eyes and savors the way dew pulses under his mouth, longing for it to twitch against his tongue. after a couple beats, mountain parts his lips and sucks.

dew arches of the fridge door with a long, suffering groan and rolls his hips against mountain’s face. a hand flies up to his mouth, removing the popsicle with a wet, sloppy sound.

“oh fuck. mount, please. please.”

mountain’s eyes flutter open and he leans back, pinning dew against the fridge with a little more of his weight so he can free up a hand. he reaches over the swell of dew’s pale thigh to tug his bottoms to the side, exposing him. dew sighs when mountain’s warm breath skates over his lake-chilled skin.

mountain’s pupils blow out as his eyes pass over him. he’s flushed, swollen, and wet- with more than just lake water. his fingers dig into the meat if dew’s thigh and he lets loose and low, rumbling growl. dew closes his eyes and lets his head thunk back against the fridge as mountain leans in, waiting for the hot slide of his tongue.

he starts with a sharp gasp when instead, mountain spits harshly onto his bare cunt, before letting the suit snap back into place over him. mountain catches his wide, startled eyes.

“just a little lube, baby.” he smiles because they both know dew doesn’t need it.

before dew can interject with any protest, mountain pushes his thumb over his little dick and starts massaging it in quick tight circles. they can both feel the way the suit slides over him, gliding against him with a thick layer of slick and spit to help it along.

soon, dew starts babbling. his thighs start shaking against mountain’s ears and his popsicle has gone completely forgotten in his hand- reduced to a stained stick and a puddle on the floor. he knows the dew is almost there, teetering on the edge and waiting to fall over.

he slides his thumb down off his dick quickly, pressing instead at his hole. even through the suit, mountain can feel dew fluttering at the pressure. dew gives the most pathetic little moan and mountain ducks down to finally give him what he’s been teasing at for the last ten minutes.

he pulls dew into his mouth as best he can with the material in the way, flattening his tongue against the underside of his cock and hollowing his cheeks. after a minute of suckling at him, the green flavor of the lake gives way to a sharp, sweet taste and mountain groans against him- deep and long.

dew whines and bucks into mountain’s mouth, rocking against his tongue with mindless, jerky movements. mountain forcefully shoves his hips against the fridge, pinning him in place. his top curls back, revealing a row of pretty yet dangerous teeth. he sucks dew into his mouth again, only this time on the drawback, he scrapes his teeth over the head. at the same time he pushes the thumb over dew’s hole down even harder, finally dipping into him but by not much.

though, it must be enough for dew because the next moment he’s screaming, going rigid in mountain’s hands. he tangles his sticky hands in mountain’s hair, well and truly disheveling the earth ghoul.

mountain groans as dew tugs at his scalp, the little ghoul huffing big gulps of labored breath as he rides out his high with lazy rolls of his narrow hips. mountain gives a few parting kitten licks to his sensitive cock before leaning in to press one last kiss to the slippery mess dew made of his swimsuit. when he pulls back, a thick string of slick connects his bottom lip to dew’s little bulge.

mountain sucks his lip into his mouth, severing the thread’s tension and letting it fall back onto dew’s bottoms, sinking into the material.

“someone’s a little messy,” he rasps.

#crimson chat #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #crim fic #NASTYYYY #smh

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years ago

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oh good lord the Bo church smut was just 🤌🏻 immaculate

i think i might spontaneously combust if you do Lester jesus fucking h. christ

Oh well E, get ready to combust. I was already planning on writing this but this little ask you sent simply made me push it up in my schedule. So I did the Bo Sinclair church smut a while back, and now that I have done Lester’s, I am gonna have to do Vincent’s at some point! I already got it planned out so just you wait! I love that this is one of my things, cam aus, polyamory and church smut! What great things to be known for! Now let’s fucking get into this!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3K. Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader. No Parts Or Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Established Relationship. Sex Outdoors. Church Sex. Manhandling. Hair Pulling. Fingering. Blow Job. Oral Sex. Gagging. Choking. Breath Play. Masturbation. Dirty Talk. Praise. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Religious Kink. Some Softness. Lester Being A Little Mean. Lester Being A Freak. You Are Too Though So You Match! Blasphemy. Taking The Lord’s Name In Vein. Creampie.

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Breathe Deep.

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You had been very open with Lester, you had no reason to not be anything but. To share your past, thoughts, feelings, and of course, your deepest wants and desires. He encouraged you to open up but it didn’t take much prompting for you to spill your guts to him. He was very into what you were simply because you were into it, he got off on you getting off and indulging you? Seeing how happy and excited you got? Perfect, one of his absolute favourites.

The amount you wanted it couldn’t have been a better match for him, able to keep up with him and hell even wear him out at points. You were into it almost anytime, anywhere, any hole, your excitement and insatiable thirst and curiosity, your willingness so long as there was an eager tongue, nimble fingers and ample lube to help prep you was truly something to marvel at. Lester seriously lucked out with you, he had no illusions that he was blessed to have you all to himself and made sure that you knew just how much he appreciated you.

He knew that you were truly right for him, that no one else would ever do or measure up or match you one late summer night. You and he had just finished having sex in a nest of blankets in the bed of his truck, after he had thoroughly cleaned it up that afternoon, while still catching your breath you propped up on one elbow, looking down when you asked, “Do you have any fantasies you wanna try out together?”

His mind ran wild with thoughts and possibilities. There were so many options, so many things he wanted to experience with you, he had no idea where to start. His expression must have been funny, you laughed, a hand over your mouth, he realised he hadn’t said anything for a full minute, confused expression overtaking his face as his mind whirled with potential.

He told you with a kiss on your forehead, “I love all the stuff we get up to, but lemme think on it?”

You took that response happily, a fond roll of your eyes and a snort as you say, “Okay. No need to rush.”

You knew he had some things he hadn’t been sharing, you were positive he had some truly out there tastes and you wanted to know them desperately but you weren’t going to push before he wanted to share.

He didn’t try to rush but within a day he had figured out just what he wanted. He thought over the myriad of things he would like to do to you, with you. But while a lot of them held undeniable appeal, one of them, as soon as he thought of it, knew that nothing else would do. It stood head and shoulders above the rest. He had the smallest reservations about asking you, normally you were game for just about anything he could think up in the moment but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still a little bit of nerves.

He should have known better however.

This was you he was dealing with, the same person who when he came inside you for the first time you dropped to your knees, hands on his hips and you eagerly cleaned his still half hard cock without missing a single beat. The same person who would regularly suggest things he never would have thought of, so when he made his suggestion while you were making lunch, his arms around you, the curious idea whispered in your ear, he should have counted on your enthusiastic response. You turning in his grip, arms thrown around him with a kiss pressed to his lips, your eyes met him with a happy and hurried suggestion of, “Fuck lunch, wanna go right now?”

He didn’t even reply with words, just a wide smile and he was rushing towards the door with his hand locked on your wrist, leading you outside.

You both rushed your way there, probably faster than you had ever run a building like this in your life, burst through the doors with your hands on his shoulders, fingers curled in the fabric as you kissed him like your life depended on it. You were barely inside the doors as you both kissed, heavy make out under way as the doors swung black closed. This was his thing, not something you had ever even considered, but you had to admit that it was hot, totally thrilling to be doing this and you broke apart with a small laugh saying, “I can’t believe we are gonna do this in a church.”

He matched your smile and your laugh, another quick kiss before saying, “I know, v’ been dreamin’ of this for, shit, too long.”

“Oh yeah tiger? Well don’t keep me in suspense, tell me more.” You teased and he let out another laugh, “Wellll I dunno what got it goin’ but there’s just somethin’ about being-”

His eyes raised up, a small squint up at the ceiling before his face dropped back down, a smile as he said, “-watched. You know?”

That got your attention. “There are a lotta ways you can be watched Les.”

“Yeah but I don’ wanna be watched by my fuckin’ brothers or somethin’.” He started, another rushed kiss pressed to your lips before he breaks apart enough to add on, “An’ if M’ honest the figures uh, help.”

Something you totally understood. They looked enough like real people you can pretend they are actual humans watching you, adding onto the fantasy, but it clicked for you. The wax figures were good for what he wanted but doing it in here, the extra taboo, the statutes in here as well as the “Eyes of the Lord” make quite an interesting cocktail.

You tongue was currently slipping into his mouth which caused him to moan and push his hips forward, letting you feel how hard he was, he didn’t push just once as he kissed you harder, continually grinding against your hip. He was so worked up and it was serving to do the same to you, just how into this he was turning you on quickly. His hands were wandering now too, from shoulders to chest, groping there for a long minute before skating down your sides, a firm squeeze of your hips before moving further and feeling up your ass with both hands.

He tugged you closer as he ground, he was breathing much harder in between moves of his mouth until he broke away, face buried in your throat, a few sloppy kisses as he grinds and you let out a breathy laugh, “I knew you’d be into this Les but damn.”

“You wanna know something-huff-fucked up?” He asked, head pulling back up, hips slowing but not stopping as his gaze catches yours. A small hum as you tell him with a playful smile, “Always.”

“I’ve jerked off in here I dunno how many fucking’ times, always imagin’ I was doin’ this with someone else.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame to be found in those eyes or in his admission. It communicated everything you needed to know about how much he wanted this.

You chose then to drop to your knees, your hands immediately coming to the front of his pants, you open his belt and yank down his zipper and work on freeing him. “Shit, you really did that?”

His eyes were fixed on you as you managed to pull him out, hard and hot, heavy in your palm as you slowly started to stroke. You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned in and your tongue flicked over the already leaking tip, the taste of his pre-cum already present. He hissed out, “-yessss.”

You responded quietly with, “God that’s hot.”

Lips closed around the head and you began to move, taking more in, tongue lathing over the head of his dick while in your mouth, hand around the base as you thought of that. Of Lester in here, hand around himself like yours was right now, sitting in one of the pews or maybe the confessional booth, head tipped back and lips parted as he conjured the filthiest images he could and worked himself till he spilled all over himself.

You wondered where else he had done it in here, just what he thought about. You had taken him about halfway by now, sucking indulgently and he was not holding back, moaning out your name, one hand on your head helping guide you. He pushed his hips forward, made you take more and you gagged slightly which made him curse and caused his cock to twitch in your mouth. He loved when you choked on him, made him feel big and powerful. A swift move forward and you gag yourself on him once more and get an even better reaction, a choked off moan released from his mouth.

You pulled off of him, a wet string of spit connecting him and you as your gaze stayed focused upwards on him, you stroked him firmly as you asked, “What is the filthiest thing you thought of doing in here?”

“Wh-why do you ask?” He barely managed to get it out and you laughed softly, another lick from base to tip before you say, “So I can make it happen for you baby.”

You didn’t know quite what he would say but you certainly never expected this. He asked if you were sure, said it would be intense and you laughed and said you could handle it. So now you find yourself bent over the holy water font, the basin kept at the front of a church for people to bless themselves upon entering. Your hands were gripping the stone edge of it, your shorts were down around your ankles along with your underwear and Lester was behind you. His chest almost flush with your back as two well lubed fingers were working in and out of you, stretching you, making sure you were ready for him.

The prep was rushed but you didn’t care, you were so into this and were needing him, bucking back onto his hand.

“God, always so fuckin’ tight for me.” He breathed out into your ear, fingers curled into that spot that made you feel weak in the knees, you felt thankful for the support of the basin you were leaning so hard onto. The pace he took was steady, fingers fucking in and out of your hole causing your head to fall back with a loud moan and when you clenched just right on his fingers he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Gotta have you right now.” He pulled his fingers out, you made a small sound of protest at the loss, you hear him spit and he slicks himself up further before he is standing upright, one hand on your hip, the other on the base of his shaft as he lines up.

“Fuck, please Les, do it-” You panted and with a swift push he began to breach you. A long and low moan from you and him echoing out. The stretch burned but you took him eagerly, he didn’t give you any respite, continuously forced himself in, unable to stop once he felt the tight heat of you wrapped around him. Once he bottomed out, his hand came up, fingers tangled in your hair and he asked, “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You replied and he said, “Alright. Breathe deep.”

You did as instructed, took a deep breath and then he pushed, forced your head down into the basin, face first into the holy water. The water was surprisingly cold, you held your breath and realised you couldn’t hear him properly, you thought you heard him moan something along the lines of, “You feel soooo good.”

He pulled out halfway before slamming forward again, you still weren’t fully ready for him to go so hard or so fast but it wasn’t like you could protest right now. He set an easy pace to begin, working himself in and out with a fairly even rhythm, your eyes shut tight as your hands gripped the basin’s edge so hard your knuckles ached.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He knew you were something special, knew you were a total freak but to do this? So willingly going along with something so fucking extreme? Lester was smitten, totally in love with you, he let himself moan and pant as you clenched tighter around him. He fucked harder, quicker, he can’t hold back when you are fulfilling his biggest fantasy.

On your end you were feeling good, really good, he had angled his hips just so, was dragged over that spot inside you deliciously and made your toes curl in your shoes. The lack of oxygen was starting to get to you, so you reached back, you tapped on his hip, the signal and he pulled on your hair, jerking your head up and allowing you to suck down a lungful of air. He still didn’t stop, a few powerful moves of his hips, as he tugged on your hair, pulling you closer to him as you moaned out, “Goddd Lester-”

“C’mon, shit, nuff moaning, breathe.” He girt out and you nodded, another two deep breaths before your head was plunged back into the water and you clenched once more, it made his hips stutter before resuming their original rhythm. He wasn’t going to last long like this, it was too hot, so much to handle, plus the fantastic head you gave him pre-fuck always ensured he found it hard to hold out.

You couldn’t help letting out a moan that went unheard as your head was submerged in the holy water, a squirm of your hips that he responded to with a firm smack on your ass. You were a total whore, his whore, he was getting off on the power he felt in this moment immensely. You always made him feel so goddamn good about himself, he felt high, like he could do no wrong.

The sound of it was filthy. The sloshing of the water, his thick cock messily sliding in and out of your spasming hole, skin on skin and his moans and curses. You tapped his hip again and he pulled you up once more, allowing you a few more deep breaths as he rocked with you. All of it was just as much for you, felt like if he kept this up you might cum handsfree but before you could share that fact he was forcing your head back down.

You feel his own end nearing, his movements were rough and sloppy, the hand that wasn’t fisted in your hair was groping your ass and hip and side. You felt fucking perfect, he was going to cum so hard, so soon, just a little more and little did he know you were thinking the same thing. A few more thrusts on that spot and you would be making a mess down your thighs, could feel the rushed and agonising build up towards an orgasm he was forcefully dragging you towards.

Your hand blindly reached back, knowing you couldn’t cum with your head still in the water, you needed to breathe, were nearly choking, you had tried to ensure till you came but you just couldn’t. You tap and with a grunt he yanks your head back up, the jolt of pain from your scalp pushes you further, water pours from your mouth before you take a deep inhale and then are telling him, a loud and wavering moan, “Gunna cum-”

In a surprising move, his other hand is around your throat, a hard grip, still wanting to steal your breath from you he tells you firmly, “I don’t care.”

And that is what makes you cum, just a hair before he does. You do make a mess as you find bliss in his arms, incoherent moan and a thick swallow under his hand. His grip is bruising as he fills you, your name on his tongue. The angle and the sheer amount he had built up meant you started leaking him very quickly, even before he pulled out.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, sighing out, “Fuck that was good.” You hummed in agreement.

He only held you there for a moment before he started to untangle himself from you, sliding out which made you whine and when he pulled away you couldn’t help sinking to your knees as his cum ran down your thighs. You were leaning against the font, head tipped so your forehead met cool stone. Your palms hurt and so you lifted them off the edge of the basin, rubbing at them absentmindedly.

“You alright?” He asked and you were still catching your breath, a shaky nod as you sat back on your heels, looking up to see him fixing his clothes. You looked amazing to him right then. A mess of his cum, clothes half on, wet fabric clinging to you, your hair a wreck and the holy water had soaked the front of your shirt totally. He wished he had one of Vincent’s cameras on him to get a picture of you.

“For someone who is definitely going to hell now, if there is one, M’ pretty fucking great.” You said with a smile and once his pants were done back up he knelt down in front of you, his hands met your face and he kissed you before pulling back and saying, “I mean I don’ think hell’s much hotter than Ambrose in August.”

You laughed, arms wrapped around his neck, not caring that you were getting him wet and him not caring in kind, his hands on your back as you said, “So we’ll totally be able to survive it together.” And he assured you with one word, “Easily.”

#Lester Sinclair X Reader #BHF asks #BHF writing #slasher x reader #NASTYYYY #Love it tho #Hope you do too!

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