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Me, on Bluesky: Haha this is fun! I wonder since itâs so similar to Twitter why I never liked Twitter?
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#WH. BLASPHEMY#I canât edit shit after I post?? What is the POINT my dude#Shima speaks#Tungle lets me edit to my heartâs contentâŚthank you tungleâŚ#ALSO the character limit infuritates me too bc yâall KNOW how much I love to talk. I canât shut up for the life of me#Being constrained to only 240 characters?? ILLEGAL#*Sorry itâs 300 actually. STILL#How am I supposed to write long ass posts about my ships#How can I act completely unhinged if thereâs a goddamn CHARACTER LIMIT#I cannot post a 3k word rant about Sanlu? How DARE???#Jokes jokes jokes but oh my god lol this will take some getting used to
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BATHE ME CLEAN
Father Charlie Mayhew x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY - You came to him about your awful home life, how badly your parents and sibling treat you. He sees this as discrimination on him, and takes care of it for you. But youâre too vulnerable to notice his sickening ways.
WARNINGS - abusive parents, murder, blasphemy, father Charlie being unhinged as hell.
NOTE - Listened to a but-load of Ethel cain while writing this - âFamily Treeâ to be specific.
Father Mayhewâs eyes weakened as you sat there vulnerable and ripped open beside him, it was very late, so late that nobody was there, the sky had gone pitch black and there was nothing outside but the banshees and the looming creatures in the forests. You had on a pale pink dress and red heels, as if youâd just slipped them on and ran down the cobblestones to speak to him. And here he sat with you on the pew, watching you pour your innermost to him.
A sniffle came from your nose and your eyes faltered from the alter to his red boots, to your red shoes. The taint of the red carpet, as if you were drowning in a haunting memory you cannot let go of. âHow long has this been going on for?â Father Mayhew swore to keep his anger in check as you, a beautiful girl, wept infront of him about how your father had hurt you, and your mother added salt to the wound by throwing your psychology books in the river behind your house. Your mother called it demons work, how you were figuring out the mind of the insane and sinned. Father Mayhew always credited you on it, when youâd come to him with awards and test scores you acccomplished, after every Tuesday mass. When he found out your mother shamed your academic passion, a wave of impurity took over him, he wanted to hurt her, so very badly.
âSince I was a little girl, maybe 5.â You breathed out as if thatâs all youâve ever known. Father Mayhew closed his eyes in pain at how your father had always hit you. He was a stern and troubling man, Charlie always clocked that everytime he walked through those wooden doors. But he was a good actor and he always played the role of the proud father who funds her education and always puts a smile on her face. âAnd yet you cannot escape them in college?â You shook your head at his question, your parents, for the sake of convenience and so they wouldnât murder eachother while you went to a different state for university, forced you to pick a place closest to home, 5 minutes walk away. You couldnât breathe with how trapped you felt.
âYou arenât going home tonight.â He was stern but soft with his eyes and the way his hand touched your knee, you slowly gazed to your side to see his somber tone, how he was adamant you donât return home, a dead-of-night runaway. âWhere will I go? I havenât exactly got a good relationship with my older sibling.â Father Mayhew clocked your brother was a deadbeat, had a child young, and âsupposedlyâ killed his girlfriend. You mentally disowned him, yet your parents praised him to the nines.
âStay here, at the church, with me.â After every passing syllable his charm worked on you like a touch of an all powerful God. You were too struggled to think about the underlying connotations to his invitation. You just needed freedom. âIs that allowed?â His firm hand squeezed your knee, giving you a rush, and giving him the possession he needed to have you right where he wanted you. âNobody will have to know.â His evil lips curled into something sinister, his eyes dark with sinful thoughts. âPlus I could use a little helper around the church. The nuns are on an exhibition in Rome, leaving me to my own devices.â He was convincing, you wet your bottom lip as it had gone dry from the crying, and you nodded, another small tear couldnât help but fall. âThank you.â You mumbled.
Father mayhews eyes became caring and wholesome once more as his thumb left your knee and reached up to your eye to wipe the stray tear away. âHush. no time for tears. Youâre in safe hands now.â His voice was husky as he whispered lowly, words barely audible by how nurturing he was being. You were so painfully wrapped around his finger, painted in his charm. Youâd run to a werewolf down a darkened alley if it walked to you slow enough, ready to tear you apart limb from limb as you mindlessly apologise for being so easy to kill.
âI want you to go home and pack a bag. Silently, do not be seen or heard, are you listening?â The thumb that was wiping your face, now cupping your cheek, he felt protective over you, even though he was only a few years older, how dare your family hurt such a sweet and loving girl, all you ever wanted was to understand what made them the way that they are, and now youâre left in shambles under his touch. âIâll be right back.â You shakily do what he tells you and you touch the hand on your cheek that heals you piece by piece. Your mind wasnât even going to how touchy he was, just that a noble man like himself was seeing you truly without the mask on.
He watched you stand now, his eyes pained to watch you go, he knows you live walking distance away, youâll be back quick enough but he canât stand the thought of watching you walk so openly in the pitch black, any psycho could come and swoop you away from him, and the thought of never seeing you again brought a great darkened root pain to him. âWatch where youâre going now, my dear.â He stood and opened his arms for you to feel his full embrace, his big arms clothed you, capturing you in his sanctity. âIâll be here waiting.â He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your shoulder for you to go.
While you made your secret venture back home, Charlie walked into his office, opened the wooden cabinet and opened a wooden box at the base of it. âThe sinners of the world will feel the sickening vengeance of my wrath, as I heal the do-gooders of their demons.â He muttered to himself as he beheld the large blade he kept for emergencies, untouched, except for when it needed some care after sitting in a box for so long. He was going to christen this knife with the blood of the damned. All for his sweet angel.
As he thought out a plan he paced around the room, practicing the ways in which he was going to perform his slaughter. He himself was damned, but he would never hurt you the way your parents do. The way your brotherâs envy masks the true beauty of your soul. He needed you to be loved, and heâd done that silently for the past year. He muttered verses to himself to delude himself he was the saint. Throughout his planning youâd come back, and you knocked on his office door, he quickly placed the knife back in its box and shut the cabinet just in time for you to make your entrance. âIâm back.â He smiled a glowing smile, seeing your back and how it seemed to be filled to the brim with things, he walked towards you. âLet me show you where youâll be staying, follow me.â He locked arms with you and took your bag off your shoulders, you shouldnât carry the weight of it, he put it over his own shoulder and walked you to his convent flat, he pat your soft hand as you walked.
He opened the door to his living area and shut the door, he wanted you, in every way, but you needed to settle first, and for that, heâd make you the safest youâd ever felt. You looked around and took in how plain but wonderful it looks, he seemed like a total neat freak, nothing was out of place, except the rather strange book choice he had on the coffee table. You shook your head and figured everyone was allowed some guilty pleasure. âItâs wonderful.â You smiled adoringly to the man who gave you a new start, and he gave you a proud huff, âitâs really nothing, if it were up to me, Iâd have much more colour.â He clasped his hands together and rocked back and forth a little, âshall we get you to bed?â Your eyes perked up at the thought of slumber, and you nodded with a hum.
As you followed him down the short narrow hallway, you noticed this area was quite empty, you thought a convent would look bigger. But this wasnât the convent, this was his quarter, but how were you to know the difference. âThereâs only one bedroom, I hope you donât mind.â Your brain spaced at his words, why on earth would he offer you to stay if he only had one bed. But his eyes were so inviting and innocent that they trapped you. âThatâs okay. Where will I sleep though?â You figured he had a couch in the room. âBeside me, of course, Iâm not going to banish you to the floor, donât be silly.â He laughed a little to himself as he opened the door, your eyes landed on the bare room, white bedsheets, with a cross above the bed. You yawned at the sight of the bed, and Father Mayhews eyes graced your tired expression, he had such a soft spot for you it was making him weak. âGo lay down, my dear.â You ushered to the bed, and you obliged.
As your back hit the bed you closed your eyes, as heavy as they felt you opened them once more to see Father Mayhew at the end of the bed. His hands reached towards your heels and he slowly slipped the red heels off of you, patting your ankles when he took each shoe off. âSit yourself up a second.â He spoke and you listened, back against the headboard as she pulled the duvet back and placed it over your body, almost poetically. His hands then touched your legs over the blanket. âNow rest, dear. Iâll come to bed in a while, I just have a few things I need to take care of.â His grin made you believe he was up to holy things, priest activities, like blessing the church for another safe night. But âtake care of thingsâ could also mean something that he was actually going to do, murder your family.
âGoodnight, Father.â You mumbled as he blew out the candle that was illuminating your sweet face. âGoodnight, may the angels rest your weary head.â He spoke as he kissed atop your head, and left you alone.
You heard a loud crash and bang that shocked you awake, it was coming from the living area of Father Mayhews quarter, you rubbed your forehead as you sat up, you didnât know what time it was but that it was still awfully dark in your room. âFather?â You whispered a little scared, the noise was terrifying. Charlie threw his head back as he stumbled in and hearing your call made him curse to himself. âFuck, I woke her up.â He thought.
âItâs just me, angel.â He called out from the living room, he decided he must come in and soothe your fears. He opened your bedroom door and his silhouette lingered at the door, he wasnât dressed how he usually was, nor in pyjamas. He was in dark leather trousers, a black shirt, and something over his head which looked lack a cloth mask, but it was pulled up to his hair, a few stray strands peeking out messily. âYou gave me a scare.â You mumbled from the bed, now sat up, he only tilted his head and smiled, flicking a miraculous medal in his hand, he shoved it in his pocket and took brisk steps to your aid, his firm hand touching your arm, the light of the open door brightening your face. âItâs safe now. Youâre safe now.â He mumbled to you, as if assuring himself what happened in your childhood home was right and just, and you were none the wiser and would continue to be.
The more you looked at his darkened features you noticed a small speckle of blood on his nose, you reached your hand up and wiped it away, his eyes gazed at your touch and his mouth parted slightly, feeling dirty and guilty, having a touch so pure on his disheveled core, made him sick. But also gave him the impression god forgave him, by how welcoming your touch was. He then gained up the force to push your hands down to either side of your head, your eyes felt under watch, and trapped. âFather?â You questioned what he was doing, and his eyes lingered on yours for a little too long. He wanted you, that wasnât unclear, but heâs drowning in guilt, having you after heâs sent your parents to hellâŚthatâd be one hell of payback for them, itâd fill him with an ungodly amount of ego. But you looked so concerned for him, and then you uttered words he knew he couldnât dampen. âCome lay down. Youâre exhausted.â You expected heâd taken a midnight run, and thatâs why he was so cold and worked up, the adrenaline was there but not because of good willed exercise. âI am.â His grip loosened on you and he sighed, he ripped the mask from his skull, and kicked his boots off.
âClose your pretty eyes.â He alerted you as he was about to undress. âCanât have you tainting a priest, now can we?â He huffed a quiet laugh and you rolled over and let him get his sweatpants on. Once he was decent he laid down beside you and facing you, his hand cupping your cheek and your eyes consumed him whole, you felt like you still owed him every ounce of you, and heâd let you. But tonight was about seeking refuge, and you both had what you wanted, you had a safe home and he had someone to protect.
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âšâ â âlove it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,â
TAGS â squat-riding!oc, porn without plot, messy sex, slight degradation, dirty talkin, creampies, oc is a nasty pretty thing, sheâs cute, jk is pussy-whipped here, oc rides him so good she has him MOANING out loud, blasphemy(?) idk jk is a little devious, oc as a cute coquette and jk as her hot grunge bf, mentions of cum eating
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Jungkook knew he was fucked the moment that soft âJungkookieâ left your lips, you were all he could think about for days.
Could anyone blame him though? Even as he sat behind you with his large hands massaging over your soft feet, he still couldnât believe he had gotten this lucky. âYouâre so quiet.â You softly hum while tossing him a look over your shoulder, âSomethinâ wrong?â You purse your glossy lips in a soft pout.
âNothing baby.â Jungkook gently squeezed your delicate calf, âJust lost in thought I guess.â He shrugs.
You stare at him for a few moments before pausing whatever was playing on your laptop, you turn on all fours and crawl towards him, âTell me,â you stop in front of himâknees on either side and your face inches away from his, âI wanna hear it.â You softly say while eyeing his lips and chains appreciatively.
Jungkook admires your own dangling necklace with a tiny gold cross hanging so innocently. He licks his lips and sits up, âDo you? Or are you just saying that so you can distract me,â he chuckles breathily, âgreedy little thing you are. Canât even go one second without trying something.â He squeezes your cherub cheek gently.
You playfully pout and tilt your head, âI just wanted an excuse to say Iâll make you feel better,â you gently sway your hips side to side, watching with a tiny grin as Jungkookâs eyes follow your soft round cheeks sitting so perfectly in your pink silk shorts, âunless you donât wanna..?â You softly breathe out.
Jungkook runs his tongue over his lip as he stares back at you with hooded eyes, âDonât wanna what, hm?â Heâs fucking with you of course, he just wants to hear it come out your mouth.
âLemme ride it,â you innocently say, âdonât you wanna make it nasty and messy until your cumâs drippinâ out?â You purr softly while leaning in to kiss his cheek and then his jawline, inching upwards towards his ear, â âm so wet for you Jungkookie, feel me,â you whisper while guiding his tattooed hand towards your shorts, exhaling shakily in excitement as he dips his fingers into your panties and slots them right up against your sticky pussy lips.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, letting you latch on to his neck as you marked him up like this was the last time you were going to see him, âYou little fucking minx,â he grunts, âgreedy little pussy canât go one day without a fuckinâ, babyâs so desperate for cock arenât you?â He grabs your chin and forces you to face him, âHm?â
You nod with a tiny âmm-hmâ, âAlways want you, canât help that you fill my pussy so good⌠Always leaves me drippinâ n wanting more.â You softly say against his lips while grinding against his fingers, â âs not my fault you made me like this.â You bat your pretty lashes at him and purse your lips.
Jungkook curses under his breath and meanly pinches your clit, âThen get to it since you wanna act like a little bitch in heat,â he pulls his hand out and lands a hard smack across your ass. You moan softly and eagerly clamber on to his lap, he attacks your neck in a flurry of kisses while wildly sucking over your soft skin, âso fucking soft,â he mutters, âthere you go baby, go âhead and take my cock out, wanna watch you ride it like the filthy little slut you are.â He whispers low.
You tilt your head and press your lips to his, your hand makes quick work of pushing his boxers down his thighs until they sit under his balls. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cockhead leaking precum, some of it dribbles down his shaft leaving a clear trail of pearly white on his cock.
âCan I..?â You ask ever so politely while begging him with those puppy eyes and your lip between your teeth.
Jungkook swallows harshly and nods, âGo on, not gonna ride itself.â He guides you over his cock, shoving your silk shorts out of the way and yanking your panties to the side with two fingers.
You bite your lip and position your sopping cunt over the head, sliding him through the sticky mess between your soft folds. Thereâs low squelching as you slide his cock over your sensitive clit and down to your winking hole. A low moan slips from your lips as your pussy hugs the tip, pink rim stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Your lips part in a âoâ after seating yourself firmly on his lap.
Jungkook huffs under his breath and lies back all the way while watching you with hooded eyes, âNot too loud baby,â he murmurs, ânice and slowâfuck, hear that, âs your little pussy dripping for me.â He lazily grins while throwing his arm behind his head, watching the way you rolled your hips in slow lazy circles.
âMm.. âs not enough,â you quietly whisper while placing your hands over his abdomen, âcan I? Pretty please, promise Iâll make it so good for you if youâll let me,â you moan while rolling your head back, âride it just the way you like Jungkookie.â You smile.
Jungkook bites down on his lip and holds back a loud groan, he canât focus with the way you ride his cock like youâre trying to spell coconut on his dick. Your pussy hugs him just right as it drags over his sensitive cock, massaging his swollen shaft with the right amount of pressure and grip.
His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a muffled moan, âFuckâyes baby, like that,â he grips your ass cheeks with both hands and moves you back and forth on his cock sensually, âfeels so fuckinâ hot around meânice n wet too.â He pants softly as massages both cheeks before smacking his hands against them.
You bite your lipâhalf-giggling, half-moaningâand move from his grip to bounce back on his cock a few times. Jungkook moans out and tosses his head back into the pillows, âShit, like thatâkeep going.â You reach behind you to place your hands over his while you drag your pussy over his cock repeatedly, riding up to the tip before slamming back down.
Jungkookâs the one moaning and panting under his breath now, occasionally tiny little whimpers leave you but itâs nothing compared to Jungkook who looks like heâs getting the ride of his life. You slide your hips up slowly and then let your ass fall back on to his lap, your bubbly flesh rippling as they slap against his thighs. Thereâs a faint slick noise in the background as your pussy leaks over his fat cock, your creamy white slick dribbling down his shaft and to his balls.
âJungkook,â you breathe out softly and pry his hands off your ass, he makes a wounded noise like it pains him to not be holding your ass. He lifts his head to look at you as if asking why, only to let out a long moan as his head slumps back, âWant you to fill me up,â you pout while placing your hands over his chest, knees knocked apart as you raised your hips, âwant all of it in my pussy Jungkookie, promise Iâll clean my mess up,â your hips start moving sensually, you purposely clenched for that extra effect.
The bed rocked quietly under the weight of you two, it was accompanied by the dull thumping of your headboard knocking into the wall. To make things worse, your pussy was making these delicious little wet noises as his cock emerged with streaks of white creamy slick. He could see a white ring of slick form around the base of his shaft getting pushed back into your pussy and then coming right back down on his cock.
It was a fucking miracle your parents hadnât come up to see what all the commotion was about. âYeah?â He pants breathlessly, âGonna be a good little cum dump and keep my cum warm in your sloppy little pussy?â He opens his eyes to look down at where your pussy meets his cock. You werenât lying about making it messy..
âMm-hm,â you moan, âpromise. Not a drop âs gonna waste.â You huff and slam your hips down, rocking together before repeating the same thing over again. His cock hit that spot that drove you wild just right, and not wanting to lose the angle you kept fucking yourself back on him just greedily chasing the pleasure.
His eyes caught on to the dangling cross in his face, he watched it swing back and forth so innocently. Jungkook let out a poorly suppressed groan and looked up at your blissed out face in awe. You never failed to look so fucking pretty even in the throes of pleasure/sex. Heâd for sure have a picture of you like this in his wallet or some shit.
â âm gonna,â you quietly whine, â âm gonna cum,â you whimper out while bouncing faster, âplease, can I?â
Jungkook hisses as he slows you down, âCan you hold it in for me baby? âm so close too,â he whispers breathlessly while panting. He sees you give the tiniest of nods before he pulls you down so youâre lying over him, âGood girl,â he grits his teeth and begins plowing you from below, âgood fucking girl.â He growls.
Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you hide your face in his neck, toes curling as he pounds his cock over and over again into your (already) sore pussy. âMore, more, more,â you whine out while spreading your thighs apart a bit more.
Jungkook slaps his hips upwards as quickly as he can manage, his balls slap harshly against your ass as the sounds of skin on skin fill the bedroom along with your panting and breathing moans. He buries his face in your shoulder and bites down, not hard enough to bleed but enough for it to mark. His cock throbs and spurts of cum begin flooding your messy little cunt.
He doesnât think heâs cum this hard ever since the night you both first started having sex.
You had let Jungkook take your virginity in the back of his pick-up truck, bent over with your bruised knees knocking into eachother while he fucked you like a man possessed from behind. Your poor little pussy was so swollen from the rough treatment, the pain and pleasure ended up becoming one and all you could do was beg for more while drool slipped from the corner of your lips. At a particular thrust Jungkook sent you squealing as you stood on your tippy toes, your pretty white sneakers contrasting Jungkookâs black boots as you whimpered and tangled your legs with his.
Jungkookâs mind blanks out as he reaches down to rub furious circles on your sensitive bud, he has you squirming in his lap as you clench down tightly before a low whine of his name escapes your lips. You both slump into each other until you roll off him and on to the bed next to him, âThat wasââ
âI know,â he replies, swallowing harshly, âyou think they heard?â He turns to look at you.
You stare back with a dreamy look in your eye, âDunno,â you shrug cutely before rolling over to climb over him, âbut I feel empty,â you softly say and guide his semi-hard cock towards your pussy, âwhat? Gotta keep it in somehow.â You motion to your dripping cunt, you hiss in sensitivity before laying down on him, âSo what are we eating?â You tilt your head with a cheeky smile.
Jungkook laughs breathlessly, âYouâre seriously thinking about food?â
âNot me, I know what Iâm eating.â You lick your lips deviously, giggling when you hear Jungkook moan in protest as his cock weakly twitches.
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ŕ¨ŕ§ GLIMPSES OF THE LUSTFUL
đđ cw : blasphemy kink???, churchboy!Jeongin, toys, smut
đđ a/n : the years of my life spent in the Catholic church came in clutch with this fic
Growing up Catholic had its perks, but its drawbacks as well. The tradwife stereotypes for women along with the general theme of sexual repression.
You had grown up with Jeongin, going to church together and going to the same Catholic school with the boy. Over the years, you had lost your faith, Jeongin however only grew in his faith, it never bothered you, and your lack of faith never bothered him.
Eventually, you both went off to the same college, a few states away, and figured it would be easier to live together. It was easier then having to make new friends and less risky than having complete strangers be your roommates.
"My theology professor is trying to kill me, I think," you joke to Jeongin over dinner.
"How so?"
"Because I'm not religious, and I told him that, and he started like interrogating me, it was weird," you confess, taking a bite of cereal.
"Is he religious?"
"I suppose so, I mean I told him that I was raised Catholic, so he started assuming the worst," you explain.
"Isn't that religious discrimination?"
"I don't know what to call it, but it was weird," you shrug it off.
"Sounds weird, but any whom," Jeongin changes the subject, "tomorrow I'm leaving early to help with this fundraiser at church, so don't be surprised if I'm not here when you wake up tomorrow."
Jeongin's whole weekends revolved around church, whether it was because he was helping plan a youth trip or assisting the nuns or even helping run a fundraiser, he kept busy with the volunteer work. And of course he was also an avid participant in Sunday Mass, communion, and other traditions.
"m'kay," you figure, rubbing your tired eyes, "my mom and dad are coming over tomorrow," you inform him.
"Oh, fun," he retorts sarcastically.
"Yeah, fun," you say in that same sarcastic tone as him.
"D'you need help like hiding anything?" Jeongin asks timidly.
"Hiding anything?" you ask.
"Like," Jeongin blushes, hiding his face in his hands before he speaks, "s-sex stuff."
"Oh, I mean if you wouldn't mind?"
"I just don't want your parents to freak out on you, remember last time?"
How could you forget the last time your parents came over and they accidentally found a condom in your bathroom, immediately going into a five hour long lecture about how they expected better from you and that you needed to go to a confessional to be forgiven for your sins of sexual impurity.
"Yeah, trust me I remember," you chuckle, "that would be nice, I have all that shit in a box, so I'll just give you the box."
You rise up from your seat at the dining table and walk into your room, grabbing the medium sized box from the closet and walking into the living room with it when suddenly, you trip, and the contents of the box spill everywhere.
"Ow, fuck," you groan, clenching your knee, which you hit on the ground.
Jeongin is quick to stand up and rush to your side, helping you up. You watch as his face eventually turns to the spilled contents of the box. "What in the fuck is that?" he questions.
Jeongin never swore. He thought swearing was pointless and made someone sound trashy, but here he was, swearing.
"It's a dildo," you whisper an explaination.
"B-but wh-why does it l-look like that?"
"It's supposed to look like a dragon, like, uhm, dick," you explain with an embarrassed tone.
"That's really weird, I hope you know, also that thing is so like big how does it- how do y- how can it- how-"
"A lot of lube, and a lot more patience," you half-joke.
"And what is this?" Jeongin exclaims as he picks up the rose shaped toy.
"I-it's a clit sucker," you explain as you grab it from him and put the toy back in the box.
"And what are these?" he holds up a pair of nipple clamps.
"Nipple clamps," you inform him.
"Why in the hell would anyone ever use something like that," Jeongin speaks to himself.
"Don't knock em till you try em," you insist.
You take the nipple clamps from his grasp and put them back in the box before Jeongin is picking something else up, "and what is this?"
"It's a butt plug."
"But why does it have a tail? Ew wait this thing has been in your butt!?"
"It's clean!" you exclaim, "it has a tail because- well-well because I just like it I d'know?"
"Weird," Jeongin mumbles as he puts the toy in the box.
"And what is this?" he holds up a flogger.
"A flogger, you hit people with it," you explain as you take it from the boy.
"But wouldn't that hurt?"
"That's kind of the point, Jeongin," you hum, "hold out your arm, it's not as bad as you think it is, I promise."
After a moment of thinking it through, Jeongin holds out his arm, you lightly hit him with the flogger, "oh that isn't bad at all," Jeongin hums.
"Mhm," you nod, placing the flogger back in the box.
"Oh, what's this?" Jeongin holds up a tentacle grinder.
"It's a grinder," you tell him.
"What does it do?" he asks sheepishly.
"Well," you pause, embarrassment creeping onto your face, "you like grind on it, like you grind your clit on it."
"Oh," Jeongin's face falls before putting the grinder back in the box.
"I hope you don't think I'm weird or gross or anything now," you confess to him.
"I-I d'think y-your weird," he promises, "I promise, y-you're not weird for having s-sex. It's n-natural."
"But you don't have sex, so I j-"
"Who said I've never had sex?"
You stare at him blankly, "you-you've..."
"Well like it's not sex but like I've masturbated before," he confesses.
Your lips make an o shape as you nod your head, "oh, th-that's good?"
"That's good!?"
"I d'know what to say! I was just surprised!"
"Well I mean I'm human y-you don't think I'm weird do you?"
"No! Of course not!" you insist.
The silence that passes between the two of you is almost deafening. You glance down and that's when you notice it, the bulge in Jeongin's pants. "Je-Jeongin," you mumble.
"I-I-I should go to my room!"
Just as he's about to get up you grab his wrist, the way he looks at you tells you a thousand words. "Stay," you practically plead with him.
"I-I haven't, I don't know how-" he whimpers under your intense gaze.
"I'll teach you," you reassure him, "anything you want, I'll teach you."
No words are exchanged between the two of you as he leans forward and slams your lips onto his own. He's messy and sloppy and inexperienced. "Calm down," you muse to him, "enjoy this, we have all the time in the world," you reassure him.
You gently cup his jaw with your left hand, your right hand running through his hair, "darling, calm down," you mumble against his eager lips.
"Can't get enough of you, d'you know how many nights I've had to listen to you whining and whimpering and falling apart on these things? Hm?" he groans into a kiss, "how I've beat my cock to the thought of you? D'you know about that?"
"Jeongin," you murmur, melting further and further into the kiss, "thought of you too," you confess.
"Want to watch you," he states, breaking apart from the kiss, "I want to watch you fuck yourself, the way you do at night."
That is how you find yourself naked on your couch, Jeongin watching you intently as you ride one of your dildos. "Hmm, so all you do is ride that toy and think of me? That's pathetic," he scoffs, watching you like he's disinterested, but you can tell from the tent in his pants that he is anything but disinterested.
"And all you do is what? Hm? Stroke your cock?" you remark.
"You know, filthy whores like yourself shouldn't fucking talk," Jeongin stands up and kneels next to you, taking your nipple in his mouth, making you gush around the toy, "recite first Corithians 6:18," he demands.
"J-Jeongin," you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Jeongin is pulling you by your hair, making you look at him, "recite it."
"Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body," you quote.
"That's it honey, yet here you are, riding this fucking toy every night, thinking of me," Jeongin's words are venom, "don't worry though, I'll make a good girl out of you."
You can only whimper at his filthy words.
And that is what started your little taboo tradition, every Sunday night you'd be face down ass up on Jeongin's bed, getting pounded from behind, and you'd only get to cum if you could recite five Bible verses for him.
Jeongin was definitely no priest but he brought you closer to the pearly gates than any real priest ever could.
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⢠smut⢠and lead us nott into temptation â asshole! pureblood! dom bottom! theodore nott x male! muggleborn! catholic! sub top! reader
requested by đŚ anon! (aka my silly goofy lil guy <3)
WARNING: if you donât like sacrilegious shit or gay male reader inserts, KEEP SCROLLING
iâve got enough religious trauma to last me many lifetimes, so writing this one was just like âď¸đĽ˛đż
tws: â ď¸dub-conâ ď¸, đsmut mdniđ, literally no plot, manipulation, coercion, amab reader, virgin reader, corruption kink, pure blasphemy ngl, inappropriate use of religious prayers, lot of shit talking about the catholic church, gratuitous use of em-dashes, gratuitous use of the pet-name âangelâ
you and theo are dormmates or something? idfk man this is literally just 2.2k words of depravity
not edited cause tbh iâm hella embarrassed that i wrote this
â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘
ââŚhallowed be thy naâ Theo?â
âWhat are you doing?â your roommate asked as he stepped inside your shared dorm, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze focused on the rosary in your hand.Â
âPraying,â you mumble, cheeks flushing under his heavy stare.Â
âYouâre religious?â he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. âYou believe in all that Muggle deity bullshit?â
âYes.â You stiffened, lips twisting in distaste at his choice of words.Â
You could physically see his pupils dilate at your affirmative answer.Â
âShit,â he mumbled under his breath. âSo youâreâŚwhat, celibate, or whatever itâs called?â
You startled at the sudden change of topic.Â
âUmâŚabstinent, yes,â you corrected, taking a step backwards as he moved closer.Â
âShit,â he cursed again. âThatâs fuckinâ hot.â
He kept moving forward, crowding you back against the wall. You squeaked when he rested his hand against the wall beside your head, blocking you in on one side. He gently, but firmly, gripped your jaw in his other hand. His gaze raked up and down your body.
You gulped. âTh-Theo, whatâre you dââ
He cut you off with a harsh kiss.Â
It wasnât gentle. It wasnât soft or sweet. It was Theo biting your bottom lip hard enough to bleed, tightening his grip on your jaw to wrench it open, and shoving his tongue in your mouth.
You were frozen, the rosary slipping from your fingers and hitting the floor with a loud clatter. After an aggressivelyâŚpassionate? possessive? minute, Theo pulled back.Â
âMy sweet little angel,â he cooed, gently stroking the side of your face. âSo pretty and pure.â
Your skin prickled under his touch, at the way his eyes darkened with hunger. The way his gentle caress belied the drop of blood running down your chin.Â
He looked like sin. The way his hair curled above his ears, his pretty pink lips dotted red with your bloodâŚ
He looked like the Devil himself.Â
âI want you to fuck me, Y/n,â Theo murmured unabashedly into your ear.Â
Your knees trembled. Your heart raced. Your eyes were so wide, it was near painful. âWh-what?â
âPlease, angel? I want you to fuck me,â Theo whispered against your lips, a sensual tone in his voice.Â
âOr,â he sighed over-dramatically, really playing it up, âif you want to remain a prude, you can tell me to stop right now and I will; no hard feelings.â
You trembled. What were you doing? Why were you even considering this?
Theoâs hand remained on your waist, and he ran his thumb across your bottommost rib in a steady pattern, back and forth, as he waited for your answer.Â
âL-Leviticus 18:22,â you spluttered, doing your damn best to ignore the way the sunlight streaming through your dorm window highlighted and accentuated Theoâs gorgeous bone structure. âTh-thou shalt not lie with m-mankind, as with womankind: it is a-abomination.â
âThatâs not a no.â
âThatâs not a yes!â you argued. âBesides, lust is a sin of its own!â
âNo, this doesnât count.â He waved a hand dismissively. âItâs an abomination, not sex. Says so right in your little book. So thereforeâŚâ his fingers wandered down to the waistband of your trousers, dipping teasingly underneath to ghost over your hip bone before retreating. âTherefore it canât be lust.â
It was the most backwards logic youâd ever heard.Â
But it was hard to think about turning him away when the heel of his hand was suddenly pressing against the front of your trousers.Â
âI-itâŚit isnât?â you choke out, a confusing new sensation sparking in your stomach. âA-are you sure?â
âOf course,â Theo said, so confidently that you couldnât help but believe him.Â
âI-if youâre sureâŚâ you trailed off, eyes widening as Theo dropped like a rock, his knees hitting the flagstone with a resounding crack that you wished you could record, just so you could listen to it over and over and over again.Â
His impatient fingers fumbled with the button of your trousers, yanking them and your boxers down to your mid-thigh in a single smooth motion.Â
You flushed bright red at the mere notion of being naked from the waist down in front of another person; let alone Theo, the boy whoâd been your roommate for the last eight years.Â
He kept his gaze firmly locked with yours, those unnervingly dead eyes framed with sinfully long lashes, as he flattened his tongue against the base of your dick and licked a long, slow stroke up the length of it.Â
âOh, fuckââ you cursed, your head falling backwards and hitting the wall behind you with a solid thunk.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever heard you curse before.â He grinned, his thumb swiping over the head of your dick and collecting the dribble of precum that was steadily leaking from the tip before spreading it around.Â
You whined pathetically, your thighs shaking as a moan was wrenched from your lips. Theo grinned wickedly at how debauched you already looked.Â
Without a speck of hesitation, he closed his mouth around your dick, his clever tongue teasing the underside. He hollowed his cheeks around you and you gasped out a choked-off moan.Â
Theoâs hand snaked up and found your wrist, guiding your hand to the mess of curls on the top of his head. Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping onto a handful of it for dear life just to keep yourself from passing out from the overwhelming pleasure. Honestly, the only thing keeping you from falling over was Theoâs tight grip on your hips.Â
âShit shit shit shitââ
He pulled off of your dick with a sinful pop.Â
âKeep reciting,â Theo rasped, his voice already rough and breathless.Â
âWh-what?â
âI interrupted your prayer when I walked in here. Keep reciting.â
You gulped, licking your lips nervously as you tried to remember where youâd left off before fully giving up and just starting the Our Father over. âO-Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Th-thy kingdom come, thy w-will be done, on Earth as itâ hah~â
Your head fell back against the wall again as Theo sucked furiously on the tip of your dick, all of your thoughts going out the window.Â
Theodore, that bastard, pulled off again.
You whined at the loss. âNo- d-donâtââ
âAh ah ah,â Theo chided, patting your thigh. âYou stop, I stop. Keep going.â
You hissed out a displeased grumble before returning to your prayer as he returned to his S-tier dick sucking. âO-on Earth as it is in H-Heaven. G-give us this d-day ourâ Theoâ daily b-breadââ
His fingers slipped down from your hip to brush against the sensitive skin behind your balls.Â
Your hips jerked forward on instinct, and Theo moaned like a cheap whore around your cock as it was shoved down his throat, his nose suddenly buried in your pubes.Â
âAnd f-forgive us our tre-trespassesâŚâ you panted, fingers tightening their grip on his hair as your eyes squeezed shut.Â
There was an odd sensation, like a coil tightening, behind your belly button. It was strange, although not unpleasant.Â
ââŚas we f-forgive those whoâ who trespass aga-against us.â
Theo pulled away again. You opened your mouth to curse him outâHeaven knows he deserved it, the damn teaseâwhen he got to his feet and promptly shucked off his shirt and trousers, dropping his boxers without a hint of modesty or insecurity.Â
You stared, mouth agape, as Theo wandered over to his bed, seemingly in no hurry. He slowly splayed himself out on his bed for you, casting a wandless lubrication charm with a sly grin and an easy, relaxed posture that was belied by his achingly hard cock practically touching his stomach.Â
âClose your mouth, angel,â he purred, beckoning you closer with two fingers. âYou might catch flies.â
You took a small step forward, entranced by the sight in front of you.
âKeep praying, angel,â Theo murmured, running a hand through his already-disheveled curlsâwhich only served in making his just-fucked hairstyle even more pronounced.Â
âA-and lead us n-not into temptation,ââTheodore Nott was nothing if not temptation in its purest formââbut deliver us from evil.â
 You took another step closer, then another, until you were by his bedside. âAmen.â
âAmen,â Theo echoed, reaching for you with one hand. His fingers knotted themselves in your shirt, yanking you down on top of him.Â
He grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips against yours. You wiggled, kicking your trousers and boxers off from where they were still stuck around your knees before pulling back to gasp for air.Â
Theo grabbed the front of your shirt again, yanking on it. âOff.â
You complied without a second thought, tugging your shirt off over your head in one fluid motion.Â
Theo groaned at the sight of your body as you tossed your shirt God-knows-where. He grabbed the back of your neck again and tugged you into another passionate kiss.Â
âOne day, âm gonna ride you,â he mumbled against your lips, running a possessive hand over your stomach. âMy fuckinâ gorgeous boy. But today, youâre gonna fuck me.â
He pulled you fully on top of him, your knees between his, your forearms flat against the mattress on either side of the boy underneath you.Â
âYâknow, I never told you to stop praying,â Theo murmured, reaching downwards. His fingers tightened around your cock, stroking it a few times before guiding it closer to his ass and pushing his body down against it.Â
You swallowed nervously as you took the not-so-subtle hint, taking a deep breath before slowly pressing the tip in and continuing your Rosary. âH-Hail Mary, f-full of Grâah!âaceââ
You had to pause then to bury your head in the crook of his neck, your breathing coming in shaky gasps. Your body zinged with pleasure, your toes curling.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â Theo cooed, petting your hair gently. âDoing so good. Keep going. Makinâ me feel so good.â
âTh-the Lord is with thee. Blessed art th-thou amongst womenââ you whispered breathlessly against his sweaty skin, pausing again for another second to compose yourself before you very slowly and hesitantly pressed in further.Â
Theoâs knees tightened around your hips as he dug his heels into the backs of your thighs, urging you closer. âSh-shitâ angel, I need you to go in all the way. C-can you do that for me, pretty boy?â
You nodded and took a deep breath, and slowly and carefully pushed yourself all the way in, bottoming out inside of him after an agonizingly long moment.Â
Theo gasped sharply as soon as you were fully seated inside of him. His fingers tightened their grip on your shoulders until his nails managed to break the skin. You leaned down to press your lips against hisâmuch more gently than he hadâand moaned into his mouth at the slight sting from his nails.Â
Theo sighed in pleasure against your lips and returned the kiss. âM-move, angel. Need you t-to move.â
You slowly pulled nearly all the way out, your eyes fixed on his face. You wanted to document every facial expression, every muscle twitch, everything that Theo did while underneath you.Â
Watching his lower lip tremble as a moan spilled out of him had to be your breaking point. Your hips snapped forward of their own accord, quickly filling him back up. âA-and blessed- is- the- fruit- fuck- of thy w-oh!-mb, Jesus.â
His head fell backwards with a loud cry, his nails raking up your back as he scrambled for anything to cling onto. âYes! Fuckâ harder!â
âH-Holy Marâ shit! M-Mary, Mother of G-GodâŚâ
You sped up, driving into him faster and harder with every frantic demand that left his lips. You let out a high whine as Theo leaned up to suck on the tender flesh under your jaw with a feral-like possessiveness. Red and purple marks had already begun to bloom along your neck and jaw.Â
The coil in your stomach tightened even further.
âTh-Theo, I donâtâ wh-whatâsâ?â you stuttered, panicking at the unfamiliar sensation.Â
âY-you about to cum, angel?â he panted. He stroked a gentle hand over your lower abdomen. âYou feel s-something funny right here?â
You whimpered and nodded frantically. âP-pleaseâ Iâm gonnaââ
âNo. Hold it, angel.â
âWh-what?â
âYou donât get to finish until you finish your prayer, baby boy.â
You hissed in discomfort. âP-pray for us sinnersââ
Your words were interrupted by a high-pitched moan from Theo as his back arched off the bed. He started chanting your name, over and over again, like a prayer of his own.Â
His fingers scrabbled for a hold on your shoulders as he tightened around you. âShit shit shitâ âm not g-gonna lastâ fuck! Cum for me, angel,â Theo pleaded, his nails digging further into your back and leaving long marks that quickly blossomed into a rich pink color.Â
âNowandatthehourofourdeath!â you rushed the last line with a near-shriek as the coil in your abdomen exploded, your toes curling again and your vision going white. Your arms buckled and you collapsed on top of Theo, who was experiencing the exact same thing as you.
You both just laid there in a sweaty heap, limp and boneless from your respective mind-blowing orgasms.Â
âAmen,â Theo said softly, finishing your prayer. He casted a wandless cleaning spell on the both of you before gently wrapping his arms around you and stroking your scratched-up back as you both came down from your highs. You let out a pleased purr at the feeling of his soft touch gently brushing over your stinging scratches, a wordless spell from Theo methodically coating the marks with a numbing topical ointment.Â
You echoed the sentiment after a moment of catching your breath, content to just cuddle with him in this moment. You pressed a kiss to the side of Theoâs throat and whispered a singular word against his skin, âAmen.â
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Divine Flesh
{part 1} {part 2} {part 3}
Priest Jeongin x Demon Fem Reader
summary: now that he's all chained up, what will you do to him? he'll have to accept his desire one way or another... /// word count: 7.2k /// genre: smut, angst /// warnings: priest kink, sexual themes, hierophilia, corruption kink, shame and guilt, straight up blasphemy, demons, knife play, bondage, femdom /// a/n: thanks for waiting pookies! i've been chipping away at this one for a lot longer than i expected. this is all just smut <3 luv u sexy demons, luv u faith abandoning, luv u bondage
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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie
Was he dreaming?
He must be, with the way your lips press into his. If this was a dream, it was his most intense yet. Every nerve ending was crackling with hunger, singeing his skin. Every small brush of your hand, your lips, your thigh, made him tremble. He was so incredibly aware of every part of you that came into contact with his body. This time, he could smell you - the sweet, earthy scent of incense, melted with vanilla and a sharp hint of a forest fire. But underneath that scent was something so essentially you. He couldnât quite place it, but it made his throat burn with the desire for a taste.Â
You pull his bottom lip into your soft mouth, he groans at the feeling of your tongue caressing over the sensitive, soft skin. He tries to turn his head, to take a breath, to gather his wits, but to no avail. He feels his control slipping away from him, but that doesnât matter. All that matters is you.Â
The kiss deepens and Jeongin feels like heâs falling further into you. Thereâs a ringing in his ears as his mind goes fuzzy. He must be dreaming, how else could he feel so intoxicated by you so quickly?
He gasps when he feels a sharp sting on his bottom lip, quickly soothed again by your tongue.Â
Did you just bite him?Â
His eyes shoot open as you pull away, smirking down at him. Heâs back in his body, his arms and legs still chained to the slab, you still laying beside him, leg thrown over his. This isnât a dream, he can feel the cool slab of stone beneath him.Â
âYouâre so responsive,â you nearly purr in his ear, pressing a chaste kiss on the edge of his jaw. A bolt of embarrassment shoots through his body at that. Heâs forgetting everything he is, everything he has built, so quickly from one kiss. Itâs like you were made specifically to unravel him. âI have a gift for you.â
Your hand drags across his chest, sharp nails trailing across his shirt, to reach down on the other side of him. You pick up the silver ring and hold it up for him to see. The ring itself is two inches in diameter, the band of metal is about a half inch thick with beautifully carved swirling designs in a brushed silver. Jeongin eyes it warily.Â
âWh-what is it?âÂ
You giggle. âA ring of course. For you to wear.â
You press the cold metal of the ring against his lips for a moment. You then bring it to your mouth and let your tongue curl around the band. Jeongin notices your tongue is sharper, longer than before. Itâs still that luscious pink color he remembers placing a communion wafer on, but so much more salacious. His eyes widen, but he canât find it in himself to be frightened by it. Heâs mesmerized by the movement.
âThat wonât fit my fingerâŚâ
You lean your face near his ear, âItâs not to wear on your finger, my darling.â
Confusion and yearning trickle into his chest. Heâs not quite sure where it will go but heâs curious to find out. He hates this side of himself. He hates how fast he allows himself to be led by temptation.Â
âYouâll wear it once you give yourself to me,â you say matter-of-factly. Setting the ring back down, you grab the dagger once more.Â
âBut first, letâs get a little more comfortable,â you murmur.Â
Jeongin audibly gulps as you start to drag the tip of the dagger up his torso once more. You follow the strip of fabric covering the row of buttons on the front of his shirt. The combination of arousal and fear is potent, constricting his chest with anticipation.Â
You shift your weight so youâre kneeling above him. The tip of the dagger rests at the junction where the clergy collar meets the edge of his shirt. A small whine leaves his throat, at your full mercy.Â
You take the edge of the blade and slice down the row of buttons from his throat to the waistband of his slacks. His shirt loosens, revealing a sliver of bare chest. You place your hand on his belly, smiling down at him when you feel his abs clench under your touch. He slams his eyes shut, his face contorting with effort to hold on to his sanctity.
Your hand is so impossibly warm in contrast to the cool stone below him and the crisp night air. With closed eyes, Jeongin can barely catch his breath. He wants you so badly he can taste it in the back of his throat. When you lightly dig your nails into his pale skin, he moans. He has to do something, anything, to not give in to you.Â
As you place the blade on his torso again, he begins to pray - the only prayer that comes to mind at this moment.
Our Father, who art in Heaven-
You giggle again, trailing the blade down his sternum, the cold metal leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.Â
Hallowed be thy name-
He can feel you slipping the blade underneath the waistband of his slacks, pulling it away from his skin.
Thy Kingdom come-
He hears the fabric tearing as you slice lengthwise down one leg of his slacks, revealing more of his skin to the night air.Â
Thy will be done-
You slowly drag your nails from his ankle to his inner thigh, making him squirm beneath you, hips raising off the slab. He canât tell if heâs trying to evade your touch, or chase it.
On Earth as it is in Heaven-
âI can show you heaven, Father,â you murmur before moving to slice down the other leg of his slacks.
Was he praying aloud?
Give us this day our daily bread-
His legs are bare, the pink light making his skin glow in that warm rosy hue. You slide a hand up his thigh, feeling the muscle bunch under your touch. You grab the shredded material from his slacks and pull it out from underneath him with a quick motion.
Forgive us our trespasses-
The warmth of your body leaves his side, he can feel you shifting once more. He wants to look, wants to follow your form, but he denies himself that pleasure.
As we forgive those who trespass against us-
âJeongin,â you say in a small voice. âLook at me.â
He squeezes his eyes shut tighter.
And lead us not into temptation-
He feels his shirt falling open further as you slide both of your hands up his torso, moving to unpin his collar from the torn remnants of his shirt, pulling the shreds away from his body. Your hands graze over his nipples with a light touch. He cries out at the sensation, eyes shooting open.
Jeongin could cry at the sight.
He finds you hovering over him, straddling his body. The weight and the warmth of you looms over him mere inches from his pelvis.
But DELIVER us from EVIL-
This time he knows heâs praying aloud. He hears how his voice cracks as he spits this last line out.Â
Your body is supple. The swell of your curves, the scent of you, the way you hold his gaze like nothing else - makes him sick with desire.
For Thine is the kingdom-
You wipe the tear gathering in the corner of his eye with your finger.
The power-
Bringing that tear droplet to your lips, you wrap your plump tongue around the digit, pulling it into your mouth. You hum at the taste, eyes fluttering as if in rapture from the taste of his salt.
The glory forever-
You lower your body onto him, sitting your full body weight directly on his cock. He cries from the heat from your cunt seeping through the fabric of his underwear.Â
AâAMEN!
He nearly sobs, feebly pulling against his chains, chest heaving with exertion. He canât take it, youâre too warm, too close, too alluring. Jeonginâs heart is beating hard in his chest, he can feel it in his throat. He wants to fuck you, wants to lose himself within you so badly.
Every small movement makes him more aware of how close you are. It shoots straight to his cock, hardening beneath you. He stills, breathing hard, trying to control his shaking body. The chanting of the robed figures stops abruptly.Â
He can hear every noise in the forest now - or lack thereof. There is only the soft breeze that whispers through the trees of the circle. Most of all, he can hear the beating of his heart as it slows, adjusting to your weight. Your fingers rub delicate circles into his skin, grounding him in this moment. The only tether from his mind to his body is your soft caress.
âDo you hear that, Jeongin?â
He gives you a confused look, a line of worry appearing between his brows. The humming stops. There is no noise other than his heavy breathing. Itâs as if the world has stopped.
âYour God is silent.â
His stomach fills with ice at your revelation.Â
Youâre right. Heâs been abandoned.Â
âHe may not be listening, but I have. I want you as much as you want me.â
âNo!â He shouts, lying as a last ditch effort of preserving his faith.
âYes! I can give you everything you want, all you have to do is accept me,â you say, rolling your hips into him. âGive me all of your shame.â
A pathetic whimper spills out of him. He wants to, but he wants to punish himself for wanting. All the years of work and remorse and abstaining, he doesnât know who he is without it. Who could he be without it?
âAnd if I do?â He asks weakly. âWhat then?â
âYouâll have to put that trust in me,â you murmur, a smile growing on your lips. âI will care for you.â
He is stunned, looking up at you with round, shining eyes. You want to care for him? Take all of his shame and guilt? To hold him, even with all the sins heâs bottled up and stored away his whole life? Jeongin chews on the inside of his lip, thinking about what kind of life he could have without the burden of guilt.
He nods ever so slightly.
âNo, Father, I need your words.â
Jeonginâs heart hammers in his chest again. He has to say it out loud, to give in completely. He needs to be the one to make the decision. He takes a deep breath, knowing this will change his entire trajectory in life.
âP-please,â he whispers.Â
You hum, leaning forward to press kisses into his feverish skin, drifting down his body lazily, inch by inch. âPlease what?â
âY/n, pleaseâŚ. I wantâŚ.â He starts, but the words die in his throat.Â
He watches you as you grin, that pink glow flashing in your eyes. Your face is at the level of his hips, he realizes. His cock twitches in his underwear.
âItâs a process, Jeongin,â you say, fiercely holding his gaze, âto take someoneâs shame. You have to open it up, expose it, before I can take it.â
A lump grows in his throat, his anxiety skyrocketing again. His fear sits before him, the main obstacle between him and you. Acknowledging the things he feels ashamed of is one thing, but to display them to another living soul for assessment fills him with a curious dread.
While heâs lost in thought mulling that over, you take the elastic edge of his waistband with your teeth and pull it away from his body. His cock twitches again in anticipation.
SNAP!
The elastic slaps back against the sensitive skin of his pelvis. He hisses as electricity shoots through his body.
âAre you ready?â
He looks at you. Even with the teasing affection in your eyes, he feels safe. Under the thick layer of embarrassment that you so easily bring to the surface, somehow he knows you will catch him when he falls.Â
He nods.
âYes,â he whispers. âTake my shame.â
Your smile grows wide, your sharp teeth glinting in the pink glow that surrounds the two of you. Your fingers hook onto the elastic of his underwear, pushing it slowly down his hips. His cock twitches as the last piece of fabric on his body, other than his clergy collar, is peeled off inch by inch. His hardened length springs out as you move down, the tip flushed and ruddy.Â
Jeonginâs breathing picks up again as your hands slowly snake up his thighs. Your form looms above his hips, dipping down as if to kiss his flushed skin. Your face is level with his hips as they shudder beneath you. He squeezes his eyes shut tight.
Oh god⌠youâre going to put your mouth on him.
But, just as your hands rest on his pelvis, your mouth mere inches away from the tip of his straining cock, you laugh. The heat of your breath brushing against his cock is enough to make him writhe beneath you.Â
âI havenât even touched you yet, little priest,â you mock, looking up at him.
Jeongin meets your gaze and gasps.Â
Your eyes are burning pink now, glowing like a neon sign in the middle of this forest. Your pupils are blown wide, teeth sharper than they were a few moments ago. But the biggest change yet - the sleek, black horns protruding from your forehead. At your hairline, the horns twist upwards about 6 inches from your head, reflecting the glow of the circle.Â
Jeongin notices that he canât see the trees anymore. The fog has shrouded the area. He can see to the edge of the slab, but no further. Only pink clouds surround you, swirling like smoke.Â
Before he has time to absorb his environment, your hand moves to hold his cock around the base. He throws his head back with a cry, your touch igniting something fierce in his belly. He has to control the shaking of his hips or heâd start rutting into your hand.Â
âWeâre just getting started.â
He whines, a tragic noise spilling from his throat.Â
You stick your tongue out, just like you did when he placed that damned wafer on it. But this time, you let saliva drip off of it slowly. He watches the droplet form and fall - right onto his cock.Â
Jeongin chokes on whatever air he had left in his lungs, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. Your hand starts to glide up his shaft, spreading the wetness around. He shudders at your touch, core muscles spasming as he tries not to lift his hips from the slab.Â
Your grip is loose on him, barely enough pressure to realize your hand is there, a ghost of a touch, but he knows. He can feel it. Itâs like youâre the ocean, ebbing and flowing over him, but with each wave, he gets closer and closer to breaking.Â
Heâs panting now like some animal, feeling his balls tighten as you keep moving your hand. His hips start meeting your movements, trying to chase your hand for more friction. A blush stains his cheeks as he feels like heâs about to find his release.
âY/n!â
âHmm?âÂ
âMm-âm gonna-â
Suddenly, thereâs no pressure, no movement, just cold air as you move your hand away. He cries, his cock bobbing helplessly, searching for any sort of feeling. Your laugh rings through the night, watching as he pulls against his chains, writhing underneath you.Â
âPoor little priest,â you coo. âYou thought it was going to be that easy?â
Jeongin feels tears prick his eyes again as he grunts in frustration.Â
Your hand returns, caressing him again at an excruciatingly slow pace. Your thumb finds the bead of precum that decorates the tip, smearing it down his cock. The way your fingers dance around his hard length leaves him dizzy. He has to concentrate on breathing again as he finds himself approaching the edge of bliss again.Â
He feels you squeeze him as you pick up the pace, rocketing him towards pleasure once again, his back arching off the slab. The sloppy, wet noises your hand makes against his length are the only thing he can hear. Heâs whining again, body quaking from the heat of your hand, the speed, the ache. He grits his teeth as heâs about to-!
Then nothing. Your hand disappears once again. He cries out, his voice cracking, and you laugh at him, your sharp teeth reflecting the pink glow.
You toy with him like this many more times - bringing him to the brink and not giving him that final push over the edge. Heâs delirious with want, he feels like heâs floating in the air, like heâs drowning, like heâs crashing. All he knows is every time he almost comes, he gives another piece of himself to you. The only thing he needs is your control, your touch, nothing more.
After what feels like an hour, heâs begging. Like a litany, the word âpleaseâ tumbles from his lips like a landslide.Â
âPlease what, Jeongin?â you ask. âWhat do you want?â
He gulps, trying to find his voice. âW-whatever youâll give me.â
That earns him another slow smile. You crawl up his body, kneeling above his hips.
âWhatever I give you?â
âA-anything, please!â Heâs crying now, tears from all the exertion streaming down his temples as his head rests against the slab.Â
You settle your full weight on him again, this time his cock aligned perfectly against your sex. He hisses at the heat of you, already wet. The robe you wear, sheer and iridescent, dances before his eyes as he tries to concentrate.Â
âAnything?â
âANYTHING!â He grits out.Â
You grind your hips down on his, sliding yourself over the length of him. He thinks heâs going to die, the pleasure is too intense, his breath shuddering in his lungs. Your eyebrows pinch together, throwing your head back as you roll your hips, losing yourself in the feeling of every vein, every ridge of his cock. Heâs hard, pulsing, and wet as you grind your clit on him. You lean forward, pressing your hands against his chest, using his body to steady yourself as you move against him.
Jeongin looks up at you in awe, the glint of the pink light off of your horns framing your head like an unholy halo. He pulls against his chains again, but this time not as a way to evade your touch. He needs more, he wants his hands on you. He wants his lips on your skin. He wants to feel you as you unravel him, to hold you as he dies in your arms. He whines and pulls at the manacles on his wrists, rattling them against the stone.
âWhat is it you want, priest?â
âY/n, I-â he starts, trying to lift himself up as you continue to grind on his cock. His eyes flutter at the sensation as he sighs. âI wantâŚâ
âYes?â
âI want YOU,â he groans. âPlease! I need to touch you!â
Your movements slow, your eyes filling with affection as you look down at him. The sight is contradictory. Your new frightening features - sharp teeth, horns, glowing eyes - are filled with a softness one wouldnât expect from a demon. It makes him want you more.Â
âDo you give yourself to me?â
âYES!â he shouts, happily accepting defeat. âYou can have me.â
You lean over his body, moving to unchain him. Your plump breasts are inches from his face, covered by only that sheer robe. He strains his neck as he tries to press his face into you, to feel you. To taste you.
The tension from the chains leaves his wrists, his arms automatically bending, sore from all the time heâs spent on this slab tonight. He watches you as you move down to his ankles, undoing the manacles around them as well. He sits up, wrapping his arms around your middle as you straddle him again. Your skin is warm and soft as velvet. Your scent is even stronger now that heâs so close.Â
Jeongin gazes at you again, the remnants of tears dotting his eyelashes, sparkling in the glowing light. He's never seen such a beautiful, terrifying sight. So different you are compared to the blushing parishioner who he fed communion to.
âY/nâŚâ he sighs your name.Â
âJeonginâŚâ you smile back at him. Your hands cup his cheeks, tenderly wiping away the tears. âAre you ready for your gift?â
He nods his head eagerly.
âSay it.â
He feels a blush rise to his cheeks again. âI- Iâm ready for my gift.â
You reach over, grabbing the ring, holding it up in the light. It reflects the glow surrounding them. The ornate design on the silver looks like itâs moving, undulating like oil swirling on top of water. Jeongin is mesmerized by it, tentative curiosity burning in his stomach at what it could be for.Â
You press it to your lips gently, then lift it to his mouth. He looks at you quizzically before pecking it lightly. You hold it between your bodies for a moment, smiling at him with all the warmth a deity could feel for a devotee. Then, you twist your hand, as if snapping your fingers - and the ring disappears into thin air.Â
Before he has time to question what happened, he gasps as he feels a throbbing in his cock. He feels more sensitive than heâs ever felt in his whole life, squeezing his eyes shut and hissing at the sensation. Itâs as if he can feel the very air molecules move through the breeze, his skin crackling with electricity.Â
What IS this?
He looks down between your bodies and balks. The ring is sitting at the base of his cock, encircling his shaft. The blood pounding through his veins is being trapped there, pulsing harder with every heartbeat. The tip of his cock is bright red and weeping. He has never felt like this before. Itâs alarming but the fear is drowned out by the massive wave of lust that washes over him, pulling him into its wild current. His hands find purchase in your skin. He squeezes your plush hips, fingers digging into your flesh, holding on for dear life.Â
You giggle again, tilting his chin up towards your face. He blinks at you, eyes watering from everything he feels in this moment.Â
âThis is what it feels like to be mine,â you say, and press your lips to his.Â
Jeongin gasps into your mouth. Now that he doesnât have chains to hold him down, he moves against you. His hands wander, one trailing up to thread his fingers through your hair, the other pulling your body as close to him as possible. Your tongue grazes his lips, asking for entry, and heâs more than happy to oblige.Â
You taste sweet as he explores your mouth. Your body temperature is hotter than his, and he happily burns with every new touch. Youâre soft and intense, pulling back and then crashing down on him over and over again. He revels in how powerless he is with you, worshipping your level of control over him. The need to show you his new found devotion swells within him, his cock bobbing in anticipation for what heâs about to do. You pull away, gazing at him.Â
âWhat is it you want, my little convert?â
The new nickname slams into his heart. Until now, he didnât realize how far he was willing to jump off the ledge of his faith for you. Convert is right, he is your newest disciple. He takes a shuddering breath.
âPlease,â he whispers. âLet me give you an offering.â
Your brow quirks as you grin, gesturing for him to continue. He pushes his hand against your sternum, directing you to lay down. As you settle yourself into the slab, heâs now the one that looms over your body. He reaches up behind his head with shaking hands, and unpins his collar, tossing it to the side.
Jeongin doesnât even know where to begin. Itâs been so long since heâs looked at another person so intimately, let alone touched them. He picks up the dagger, noticing a small tremor in his hand. You watch him carefully, but make no move to stop him. Whatever is about to happen will happen, it all comes down to Jeongin and his crisis of faith.Â
He holds the dagger up to the light for a split second, then places it near your throat. There is no fear in your eyes though, only affection and trust, as he lifts the edge of your robe and begins slicing down the shimmering fabric. Jeongin is obsessed with the way your body reacts to his ministrations, squirming as he travels down your body with the blade. When he gets to the peaks of your breasts, your nipples pebble as he tears the fabric further, the ripping sounds filling the air. Tracing over the tattoo in the middle of your torso, he marvels. Itâs as if heâs unwrapping the greatest gift heâs ever received.Â
He hears your breath quicken as he gets to the bottom edge of the fabric. The dagger clatters to the stone again. He doesnât care, all he needs is his hands on your skin as soon as possible. He starts at your ankles, sliding his hands up your legs, similar to the way you touched him earlier. The torn fabric of the robe slips open as he moves his hands up your thighs, brushing his thumbs lightly over the neat thatch of hair that frames your cunt. Your hips jolt at the tender touch.
He smiles as he travels further up - your hips, your belly, your ribs. Youâre squirming by the time he reaches your breasts. The soft whimpers leaving your lips are enough to drive him to madness. He wants to hear more, wants to know what other sorts of sounds he can pull from your throat.Â
Your skin is raised in goosebumps everywhere his hands have touched. His hands palm your breasts, massaging the soft skin. He wants to bury himself in you, but he forces himself to focus on the noises youâre making, the way you squirm underneath him. Heâd be rutting against your leg like a desperate animal otherwise. He grazes his thumbs over your nipples and smiles as your core muscles clench. Itâs enough to make him feel like a king to make you this wanton with his touch.Â
He descends on you, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth. The way you keen at the feel of his wet mouth over the sensitive tips of your breasts shoots straight to his cock, filling him with a crazed need. You arch your back, pressing your chest into him, seeking more friction, as your hands tangle up in his hair.Â
He needs more, this small taste of you is not enough. He wants to drink from you, absorb you, make you one with him. He kisses a trail between the valley of your breasts, moving further and further down your belly. As he nears your sex, he pushes your legs open, enthralled by the sight of your wet cunt. Flushed and dripping, ready for the taking- he wets his lips at the sight and lowers himself onto his stomach.
Jeongin makes quick work of wrapping your legs around his shoulders, hooking his arms over your thighs, holding you steady. The heat of his lips finds your swollen bundle of nerves, pressing a featherlight kiss directly on it. Your hips jolt again as you moan, your hand grabbing at his hair to steady yourself. He sticks his tongue out, about to receive the body of his new god in unholy communion.
The glorious taste of you floods his senses as he descends, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. Heâs dazed by it. Sweet, musky, and so essentially you. He could spend hours here, this could feed him for eons. The way your legs squeeze around his head as he teases your clit, the whimpers he draws from you as he plays with you, it fills him with the same religious ecstasy he thought he could only feel from prayer.Â
Maybe this is his new form of prayer. It could easily turn into his favorite.
With his mouth still attached to you, he looks up to find you staring back at him, thrusting slightly against his tongue. Your eyes are hooded and glazed over while they glow even brighter than before.Â
âJeonginâŚâ you pant out. âY-your fingers. Use your fingers.â
Heâs never been one to be told twice. One of his arms snakes back down underneath you, slowly dipping one into your eager cunt. Itâs as if it sucks him in, feeling the warmth of your body. You rock your hips into him, throwing your head back with another guttural noise.Â
âA-another,â you moan. âMore!â
He sinks another in, gently stretching you open as his tongue still laps at your clit. Your eyes roll up as he hooks his fingers slightly, finding that sensitive spot inside you. The way your jaw slackens leaves your lips shiny with drool. You race towards your climax, with Jeongin tapping on the spot inside you and barraging your clit at the same time. Arousal drips from his fingers, from his chin, smearing it on your inner thighs.Â
Itâs when he sucks your clit between his lips, batting it around in circles with his tongue in the vacuum of his hot mouth, do you finally shatter. Your muscles flutter around his fingers rhythmically as you cry out his name. But he doesnât stop. As you thrash around, he is determined to ride out your orgasm with you, drawing every last bit out of you until youâre pushing him away, laughing from the overstimulation. He pulls back with a smile, the lower half of his face fully drenched in you.
âTh-that wasâŚâ you gasp for air, still giggling at how sensitive your body is. âThat was perfect.â
As you come down from your high, he sits up, massaging your thighs. He has to keep contact with your body as much as possible, he needs it. It takes him a while to notice, that his cock is harder than itâs ever been in his life. He looks down, the new silver ring making him shiver, as his cock bobs every few seconds, seeking out any sort of friction. Thereâs a wet spot on the slab beneath him where he was laying down, precum dribbling out of his tip. Another wave of desire rolls through his body and he shuts his eyes.
After you catch your breath, you notice him shivering between your legs. You reach your hand down, a finger tracing around the shape of his weeping cock.Â
âPoor neglected Jeongin,â you purr. âYouâve been so good, waiting as long as you have.â
He whines involuntarily at the feeling of your finger on him, the smallest stimulation enough to make his hips shake. You slow down as the pad of your finger taps gently on his slit, a bead of precum adorning the tip like a pearl.
âSo needyâŚso responsive,â you say, making no move to speed up your hand. He gasps at every new brush of your fingertip, trying his best to stay still. âYou deserve a reward for your efforts.â
His eyes lock with yours, trying to see if youâre teasing him. You smile at him, wrapping a hand around his cock, delicately pulling him towards you. He tips forward, arms caging around your head to catch himself from falling on top of you.Â
âW-whatâs my reward?â
You smile again, another giggle escaping your lips.
âWhat do you want as your reward?â
âI-â he starts, but heâs at a loss for words. It still scares him to be so open about his desires.
âWe canât do anything until you ask,â you say, slowly gliding your hand up and down his shaft. He groans at the feeling, knowing he could come from just this. âI want you to ask.â
A small fire of confidence burns in his chest. You are so sure of yourself, so ready to express desire, ready to direct his motions to make you feel good. He wants to be able to do the same.Â
âI⌠I want,â he starts, taking a deep breath. âI want to be inside of you.â
He cringes at the words coming out of his mouth, a ripple of shame shuddering through him. Your hand leaves his cock, and for one anxious moment he thinks youâre going to reject him, to leave him here, disgusted by his desire. But instead, your hands find his hips, pulling him in further, until his cock presses up against your sex.Â
âGood,â you say, grinning at him. âI want that too. I want that so bad.â
You rock your hips slowly, teasing his cock as it slips between your folds. The wetness from earlier spreads on his cock and he whimpers at the feeling. He drops down on his elbows, his lips finding yours again in a long, languid kiss. You two find a rhythm of just moving against one another. Every few thrusts, the tip of his cock will catch on your entrance, but he makes no move to push in. He just loves the feeling of you, he doesnât need anything else.
âJeonginâŚâ you whisper, breaking away from the kiss for a moment. âTake it. Take what you want.â
He freezes above you, looking into your eyes. Youâre going to make him decide to be an active participant rather than a passive toy. The decision rests on his shoulders. He looks down between your bodies where his cock sits mere inches away from what he wants. His eyes anxiously meet yours again. You give him a small nod, one full of confidence, one full of encouragement and praise.
Taking his cock in his hand, he lines up with your entrance. He inhales a steadying breath, feeling his whole body tremble with the weight of his choice. Thereâs no coming back from this. The vow of celibacy he took years ago was full of confidence that heâd never have a temptation greater than his love of the Lord. But no one had ever offered him something as tempting as this. Either he stops now and throws himself at the mercy of the church, embracing his guilt⌠or he chooses himself, giving himself to a new experience of trust and desire.
He chooses to trust you. He chooses desire.
He moans as he sinks into your heat, being pulled in the same way his fingers were earlier. His pace is agonizingly slow, trying to soak in every detail of this experience. The slight clench of your muscles, the gasp you make as he presses himself further in, the way your nails dig into his shoulders. As his cock rests inside the tight warmth of your body, he looks down. Heâs seated all the way to the hilt, fully sheathed inside of you. Only a small glint of the silver ring wrapped around his shaft is visible.Â
The sight makes his cock throb, twitching inside you. He pulls out slowly, and sinks back into you, savoring every second. He finds an excruciatingly slow pace with you, wanting to burn this sensation into his memory. Your hands roam his body, grabbing on to his back. You meet every thrust with your own, bottoming out each time, making him choke at the feeling.Â
One hand cradles at his face, a gesture so sweet he could cry. He feels the tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.Â
âI have a different collar for you,â you say with a smirk, and gently slip your hand down to his neck, holding him there comfortably. He pushes against your grip, feeling the squeeze against his veins, making him light headed.Â
His hips start to pick up the pace, slamming back into you with each thrust. The atmosphere fills with the sound of your bodies meeting, rhythmic and wet. He drops to his elbows again, boxing his forearms around your head. He captures your lips again in a possessive, searing kiss. Your hands move to his back, scratching your nails on his sensitive skin.Â
Your moans combine, sharing the same breath, harmonizing, as he chases his own high. He can feel his balls tightening, his cock getting somehow harder as he pounds into you. He is delirious, getting lost in the feeling of you - but he needs you to come with him, itâs what he wants more than anything. He moves to sit up slightly, changing your position so he gets a perfect view of your body and his cock disappearing inside of you. He slides a hand down where your bodies meet and starts rubbing gentle circles around your clit with his thumb as he chases his own bliss. He wants you there with him when he finally comes.
You keen at the feeling of his thumb, your breasts bouncing with every hard thrust of his hips. Heâs holding onto your waist, supporting your body weight. The pink glow of your eyes is fierce again as you get closer to the edge.Â
You arch your back off the slab as you find your peak for the second time, pelvic muscles twitching around his cock. Your voice takes over your vocal chords as you groan. Itâs enough to pull him over the edge with you. Just as he tips over the edge, you grab his face suddenly.Â
âLook at me!â your voice rings out. âFeed me your shame!â
His eyes find yours, burning in that pink glow. Your gaze feels like a magnet, like youâre pulling him in impossibly further. He couldnât look away if he tried. Itâs like youâre sieving away the little parts of himself that make him burnwith pathetic regret.Â
Jeonginâs vision goes pink as tears stream down his face, a flowing path on his cheeks. His whole body feels like itâs bursting with light. His voice echoes into the night as the pink clouds swirl around him, filling his head. All he knows is you, he doesnât care about the rest anymore.Â
Jeongin comes deep inside you, his hips slamming into yours, the flutter of your cunt milking him of every last drop. Sobs wracking his whole body as he trembles, the tears spilling down his face feel like a new kind of reverence. He loves you, he worships you, he kneels for you. His hips stutter, overstimulation taking over, but he doesnât want to stop. He needs to feel you, always.Â
Is this what it feels like to meet God?Â
His vision is doubled, his head feeling dizzy and light from the blinding pleasure. As his eyes roll back, his cock twitches for the last time, and he collapses against you, unconscious.
~~~
When he finally surfaces from that inky black nothing, Jeongin feels like he got hit by a truck. Heâs not quite awake, but heâs aware of his surroundings. Itâs quiet as the pale, misty light of morning shines in his eyes. He can feel the warm blankets and bedsheets cocooning him in his bed. He is warm. Heâs in his bedroom. Disappointment floods his veins. It was just a dream. He buries himself further into his cocoon, ashamed of what his mind apparently conjured up.Â
Itâs strange, though - usually after one of his dreams, he wakes up hard and desperate, or covered in a mess he made while sleeping. Currently, he just feels tired. This experience was also so much more vivid than any of his previous dreams. He can remember your taste, your smell, your touch. Tears prick in his eyes, burning them. This is just another sin he has to atone.
Jeongin still wants you. That hasnât gone away, and now itâs gotten worse. You live in his heart now, not only his shameful fantasies. His brain had to imagine you as a demon to justify the things he wanted from you. Anger bubbles up inside him, and he throws the covers off of him, sitting up in bed.Â
Heâs naked under the covers. He never sleeps in the nude! Thatâs another sign of his perversion, another thing heâll have to confess. He drops his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes furiously. Ignoring the images of his dream that start to flash in his memory, he marches himself into the bathroom, determined to shower off the sickly guilt.Â
As he turns on the light, he yelps as he looks in the mirror. Heâs covered in bruises and scratches, his wrists are a lovely shade of burgundy where the manacles sat against his skin. His eyes travel downwards. There, sitting snugly against the base of his cock, is the silver ring.Â
A wave of elation crashes over him!Â
âIt was real!â he gasps. He cautiously touches the silver ring, hoping itâs not just a hallucination.
âOf course it was real, my little convert,â your voice purrs in his ear.Â
Jeongin shrieks as he looks back in the mirror. You stand behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder. Your hands move to wrap around his midsection possessively. You press a kiss to the side of his neck and he shivers.
âDo you think your mind could conjure up all these marks?â you ask, licking a stripe up his neck.Â
âN-noâŚâ he stammers, trying to hold back a smile as his eyes flutter again. He revels in your touch again, in the safety of your arms. If heâs losing his mind, he doesnât care. Heâs with you. âI just thought with me waking up in my bed-â
âShhh,â you shush him, placing a hand over his mouth. âDonât think too hard, youâll pop a blood vessel.â
âBut I woke up feeling guilt again,â he moves his head to free his mouth and frowns. âHow? I thought you took my shame.â
âI told you it was a process. Itâs not like it all goes away after one time. Besides, youâre teeming with it, Iâm going to keep you around because you fed me so well.âÂ
Your hand shifts to rest on his neck, holding him there as you kiss the sensitive spot right behind his ear, dragging your teeth lightly over his skin.Â
âYouâre mine now, little priest,â you say, a slow, sultry smile blooms on your face. The hand not holding his neck trails down his midsection towards his cock, palming over his semi-hard length. Your nails toy with the silver ring, tracing the pattern of it.Â
âAnd Iâm yours. You canât get rid of me. All you have to do to summon me is touch your ring.â
He sighs, leaning back into your touch, the relief he feels in this moment is insurmountable. Being in your arms like this makes his mind drift away comfortably, knowing that youâll be the control he needs. He leans his head back, surrendering to your soft touch.
He chooses desire.Â
He chooses you.
~~~~~
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cw for angst featuring dew and aeon. it's one of those nights, lads uwu
additional tw for self-mutilation ft. short haired dew + fears of abandonment and the desire to cut imagined losses.
"don't look at me," dewdrop begs; he's kneeling shattered on the floor, scraps of his own burnt hair lying dead between his claws while his entire body shivers with the weight of unacknowledged sins.
aeon is quietâhe doesn't know what to do. he's never heard dewdrop beg before, not like this. never like this.
"wh-why?" he asks, soft. fragile. as though the sound of his voice would extinguish the embers of dewdrop's flame if he spoke too loudly. "what's wrong?" he asks again, genuine in his curiosity and fear.
there's smoke falling from the gaps between dewdrop's teeth. it reminds the runt of the haze of a cigarette he shared with a brother of blasphemy; it reminds him of death, that the brother could die tomorrow from poisoned lungs and aeon would have to move forward with his damnation. it scares him. it smells foul.
"what happened to your hair?" aeon gasps, wide eyes falling on the rotten gold strands in dewdrop's hands.
"i- i don't know," dewdrop sobs, and aeon honestly can't tell if the ghoul is lying or not, "i think i pulled it out."
"why?" aeon asks again. his voice quivers, and the little ghoul wonders if he might start to cry.
"i think- i think i deserved it." decaying gold spills from the spaces between dewdrop's claws. "i think it needed to go."
aeon's quiet, thoughtful. everyone in the ministry knows how prideful dewdrop is of his appearance. whether or not it's a facade is known only to the chosen fewânamely mountain and aether, who share a bond with the ghoul that aeon could never hope to worm his way into; he doesn't want to in the first place, it would feel immoral. even rain or swiss don't seem to know the full extent of dewdrop's tendencies, let alone most of the ghoulettes.
but dewdrop's hair is a favorite pastime of everyone in the ministry. aeon can't count how many times he's seen cumulus fawning over how much better he's taking care of it, or the occasional sibling who gets to twirl the sun-kissed strands between their fingers or braid a small section without fear of a revenge prank.
dewdrop's hair, to aeon, is like a physical manifestation of his connection to all those he holds dear.
"can i keep it then?"
"...wh-what?"
"uhm," aeon fumbles; he wasn't expecting his vessel to say such a thought aloud, "can i keep it? your hair, i mean."
"my... my hair?"
"yeah." aeon stumbles closer, though his eyes don't leave dewdrop's once. "i could- uhm, i could take care of it for you. so... so when you want it back, i'll have it. i'll give it back to you when you're ready."
dewdrop's silent, and aeon thinks he might've started quietly crying five minutes ago.
"o...okay."
aeon's crouching besides dewdrop in a manner of seconds; their shoulders bump together and aeon selfishly basks in the dull warmth of his fellow ghoul. he cups his hands, holds them out for dewdrop to drop the burnt strands of hair in. his hands are shaking. aeon wants to hold them once they're done.
"i'll take care of it for you," aeon babbles, though he doesn't care, "when you're ready, you can come back; i'll give them back to you."
aeon can hear the way dewdrop's breath hitches, how dew's skin lingers against his fingers. dewdrop's nose is running, and aeon thinks a glob has dripped onto his wrist; he doesn't care.
'when you're ready, i'll be here waiting for you.'
#does this make sense? no.#but i suddenly don't feel good and i just started typing so have it i guess#tw ANGST#ghost bc#ghost band#ghost#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#dewdrop ghost#aeon ghoul#aeon ghost#phantom ghoul#phantom ghost#dewaeon#spoiled writing#short hair dewdrop#tw vent#the existential dread just hit lol
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TOONS! I HAVE RECOVERED FROM MY LAST INJURY, BUT GAINED ANOTHER. I HAVE BEEN POISONED AFTER DRINKING A SMALL AMOUNT OF ICHOR. I'M DIZZY, BUT ALIVE! ALL IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE!
COLLECTOR TOON, WHAT ITEM DO YOU HAVE THE HIGHEST STOCK OF?
TWIN TOONS, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING SINCE YOUR SEPARATION? ALSO, WHEN YOU WERE TOGETHER, HOW DID YOU DEAL WITH ARGUMENTS WHEN YOU COULDN'T WALK AWAY?
SHRIMP TOON, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU ACTUALLY LIKE DOING?
SHELL TOON, WHO WOULD YOU SAY WAS THE BEST PARTNER TO BRING WHEN EXCAVATING FOSSILS? WERE THEY GOOD FOR PRODUCTIVITY OR CONVERSATING?
ROBOT TOON, DO YOU RUN ON BATTERIES, OR DO YOU HAVE TO CHARGE YOURSELF?
FLOWER TOON, IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE TO STAND ON A BOX TO REACH THE TABLE OF YOUR SHOP?
MOON TOON, WHAT DREAMS DO YOU GIVE THE BOX TOON THAT HE THINKS OF AS NIGHTMARES?
TISSUE TOON, DO YOU ENJOY CLEANING OR IS IT A CASE OF GERMOPHOBIA/OCD?
MUSIC TOON, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG, ALSO, HAS YOUR KEY EVER BEEN BROKEN?
DETECTIVE TOON, HOW MANY CASES HAVE YOU SOLVED AS OF NOW?
-đ§ŤđŠ
"Wh- DON'T DRINK ICHOR?? Th- sorry. I- hm. well.. I.. wish you a fast recovery. As for the dreams..? Well.. hm. I don't actually remember. I try to manage everyone's dreams, and that's 21 people.. hard to keep track of the specifics.."
"Highest stock..? Gumballs. So. Many. Gumballs."
"Well we're back together now, but while we were split, he wouldn't leave my side.." / "We don't argue much, but when we do, we just.. don't talk to eachother.."
"UH- NO!!!! I HATE EVERYTHING!!!!"
"Well I usually went on my own, since it's kind of my specialty, right? And everyone else just happened to be busy when I was doing it.. I did take Pebble with me once, though. He ran off with a fossil and I haven't seen it since.."
"I have batteries for emergencies, but I usually just charge myself at night."
"-No!! Blasphemy. I'm not that small!!"
"I do it as.. kind of a hobby? But it gets so messy around here sometimes it's unbearable, I have to do something!" "I think I already mentioned my favorite song once, and yeah, my key broke once.. Glisten helped me fix it, though."
"Ah, i've lost count. So many." (-đ)
#10 QUESTIONS??? HOLY SHIT??#astro answers#gigi answers#razzle answers#dazzle answers#shrimpo answers#shelly answers#vee answers#dandy answers#tisha dandys world#boxten answers#rodger answers#tags... m y fingers /j#đ§ŤđŠ anon
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Slavish Devotion
The fight to escape Creche Yâllek was grueling. This is undeniable. A drawn-out and anxious affair, taken a single room at a time and scouring constantly for healing draughts, and even still, some of them cling to life by fraying threads -- Astarion most of all.
Somehow, though, in the face of all this, Tathlyn still thinks the walk back to camp has been worse.
Their course is a delicate balance between their need for rest and their need to press on at a decent pace to make camp before nightfall. Astarionâs body does not radiate heat in the way that living things do where it presses into Tathlynâs support. This, in itself, is not new -- heâs known about Astarionâs cold flesh since that first night in the woods that feels so far away and further still with every sunrise -- but it reminds him of carrying a corpse in a way he canât quite stomach as easily now. He tries to remind himself that he is not carrying anything. That he is supporting Astarionâs weight while he walks on his own, and that he is still alive, and that he will be fine.
It doesnât stick.
What does catch in his mind, though -- perhaps more than anything else; perhaps more than it should -- is the fact that for the entire journey, Laeâzel has been silent. At first, he had occupied himself trying to tease any kind of reasoning from her position. He remembers well how it felt under the Matronsâ yoke, and it had seemed, at least on the surface, that Laeâzel was in a similar position. He had dug deep for compassion -- for empathy to give her in the face of her world as she knew it being shaken to its foundations.
But he has only so much to give, and as he has continued to dig, he has found the fertile soil for olive branches waning. Rapidly.
Every hitch in Astarionâs breath as he tries to contain pained sounds he doesnât want the others to hear adds to the simmering pressure that Tathlynâs ribs strain desperately to contain. With every step drawn closer to camp, it becomes more and more clear that Laeâzel is not in contemplation. She is not processing what has just happened, nor taking the time to choose her words. She simply has nothing to say.
It makes Tathlyn want to scream his throat bloody.
By the time the flicker of the campfire draws into view, the sun has nearly set and the evening chill is beginning to creep in on them. Tathlyn barely feels it with how hot the fury in his gut has grown. It feels as though itâs taken his entire throat from mouth to stomach in one burning hand and squeezed until he can barely breathe.
He surprises himself with how quiet he is when he speaks.
âWyll? Take him. Please,â he says, handing Astarion off in a way that has both of them looking at him, confused.
Laeâzel moves to pass them -- as though she means to enter camp; as though nothing that happened today should change how her evening goes -- and if he hadnât reached the last straw hours ago, that would be enough to break whatever restraint Tathlyn still has left.
Phalar Aluve is in his hand before he really notices heâs drawn it. He rests the point of it feather-light where Laeâzelâs throat meets the underside of her jaw, and she lifts her chin. He knows it is instinct, and stays his hand, but the beast behind his ribs roars at the image of defiance.
âWoah,â Wyll intones, âTath? Wh-â
âGive me one good reason why I should let you take another step after what you did today,â Tathlyn says in that same soft voice -- the quiet of a predator on the hunt.
Laeâzel does not speak -- only stares at him with a fire in her eyes that he badly wishes to snuff.
âOne reason, Laeâzel. Thatâs all Iâm asking for. Give me something. Because I have been wracking my brains trying to figure out how to forgive you for this, and I canât work it out.â
âForgive?â Laeâzel spits the word like blasphemy, and Tathlyn canât hear Wyllâs soft âoh noâ over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, âThere is nothing to forgive. I acted as bidden by my Queen, as is my honor. To do otherwise would be to disgrace myself, and for what? For the madness of istyk?â
âListen to yourself!â
The quiet shatters with the force of Tathlynâs shout. The landscape is not conducive to an echo, but somehow it seems to anyway. What follows after is a moment of breathless silence before he speaks again.
âDo you hear how you sound? Do you hear what youâre saying? We knew -- we have all known from the very beginning that these godsdamned tadpoles canât be removed. Theyâre magic. Theyâll kill us. Itâs one of the first fucking things we learned, and still you kept pushing. Insisting we go find this fucking creche so you could get your precious cure. Your purification.â
By now, the sounds of jogging footsteps are approaching. Karlach and Halsin, summoned by the noise and unsure of the trouble.
âI tried to wait you out,â Tathlyn continues, âI took every opportunity I could to gather more information about them. Followed every offer as deep as it would go without putting myself at mortal risk because I figured maybe if enough people told us in no uncertain terms that they couldnât be removed, one of them might stick. That you might listen. But it never fucking ended, did it? No, you had to keep prying and needling until it came down to threats and even then I mustered grace to give you.â
Laeâzel opens her mouth, surely to voice her objection to the idea that anyone need ever give her grace, but Tathlyn is far from finished. He moves the tip of his blade just-so. Laeâzelâs teeth click together when her mouth closes.
Karlach and Halsin have reached the unseen edge of the confrontation, standing level with Wyll -- who is looking to Karlach with something like desperation -- and Astarion, who cannot seem to take his eyes off Tathlyn. Tathlyn is blinded to anything but Laeâzel standing before him.
âIf I had let you wander off into the Cursed Lands on your own, youâd have died. Much as you try to act like youâre invincible, I know you know that. And you knew Iâd never let that happen -- that if you insisted youâd go with or without me, Iâd be forced to follow. And so I did. Because I thoughtâŚmaybe if you heard it from your own people, youâd believe them. I so badly wanted to believe that you had it in you to change your mind. To see you were wrong like I did.â
âTo betray my Queen and my people as you did, you mean?â
Tathlyn sees red and doesnât quite realize heâs moved until thereâs a hand on him, forcing him backwards, and a voice in his ear.
âEasy, soldierâŚâ
Karlach speaks soft, slow, and even, like coaxing a frightened animal. When Tathlyn can see properly again, thereâs a streak of fresh blood running down Laeâzelâs throat, shining and wet over whatâs already dried there.
âSay it again,â he snarls, already fighting Karlachâs restraining arm, âIf you wonât give me a reason to forgive you, Iâd be just as happy with a reason to--â
âOi!â
Karlach steps fully in front of him, breaking his line of sight on Laeâzel, and Tathlyn realizes just how far his vision had narrowed as he becomes suddenly aware of his periphery again.
âKarlachâŚâ he says her name through bared teeth -- a warning he doesnât mean to issue -- and she presses into his space until he can feel the heat.Â
âStep. Off,â she replies, and her words are just as firm as the physical barrier she presents, âThis isnât you.â
If Dammon hadnât tuned her engine, sheâd be searing him with how close sheâs standing, but as it is, itâs only enough to make him start to sweat. He stays rooted to the spot as he feels it start to gather at the nape of his neck and between his shoulders. He canât seem to force himself to move -- some part of him stays locked onto Laeâzel like a bear trap even with Karlach obstructing his view of her.
Itâs too much. His better judgement locks horns with the beast in his ribcage, howling for justice that can only be dispensed at the edge of a blade. He wants nothing more than to walk away. He cannot seem to move his legs.
With a guttural shout, he hefts Phalar Aluve and drives it into the dirt. In the same instant, he feels the ground upheave itself beneath him as thick vines burst upward and tangle around his legs and waist. He blinks, confused, and turns just in time to see the glow fading from around Halsinâs hands.
His ears are ringing. He canât seem to remember how to breathe. Time seems to bend out of shape -- one second stretched out to eternity and obscuring how long they stand there, frozen, before he feels a pressure against his back and a pair of arms twining around his middle, just above where the vines stop.
âDarlingâŚ?â Astarionâs voice, quiet and only a breath away from his ear, cuts the fog in his head as cleanly as any knife. âIf itâs all the same to youâŚI think Iâd like to go and lie down now.â
Tathlyn nods, stiffly, laying one arm over top of Astarionâs and lacing their fingers.
âHalsin?â His voice comes ragged from his throat. He sounds gutted, even to himself.
The vines retreat, and Tathlyn shifts to let Astarion lean against him once more as they turn toward camp -- bedrolls and a sorely needed rest only paces away.
Laeâzel shouts something at their backs in her native tongue, and Tathlyn hears Karlachâs boots in the dirt and a low reprimand. Heâs already too far away to make out the words.
He doesnât quite realize heâs shaking until theyâve made it to Astarionâs tent. Astarion has almost certainly noticed, but doesnât comment. He deposits Astarion as gently as he can manage onto the bedroll and finds he canât bring himself to let go. There is a bone-deep need to feel the rise and fall of Astarionâs breath under his hands. To know heâs safe.
Astarionâs hands find his face -- gently caress his cheeks -- and Tathlyn sinks into the hold.
âYou knowâŚas thrilling as all that was, I have to ask,â he probes, âYouâre not usually the one to reach for a blade like that. What happened?â
âYou happened,â Tathlyn blurts before he really even realizes what heâs saying.
Astarion cocks his head, confused.
âWhat?â
âYou got hurt. Couldâve died. I couldnâtâŚâ
The bemused expression on Astarionâs face intensifies, and Tathlynâs words catch in his throat. It feels silly. Childish. But thereâs something more to it that he canât quite name.
âDarling, Iâve been hurt plenty of times on any number of these foolish little sidetracks. I didnât see you threatening Karlach after she almost brought a burning building down on our heads. Whatâs so different about this?â
The words rise to Tathlynâs tongue before heâs even fully thought to say them.
âYou didnât trust me then,â he admits, âYouâre trusting me now. And I trusted her. I thoughtâŚI thought I could trust her to figure it out, but it just kept getting worse and I kept not stopping her, and you couldâve died. And if you had, it wouldâve been my fault.â
âOh.â The single syllable falls breathless from Astarionâs chest. âOh, sweet thingâŚâ
âDonât. You donât have to--â
Astarion passes one thumb over Tathlynâs lips, silencing him as easily as if heâd cast a spell.
âI rather think I do,â he insists, âYou havenât stopped shaking since we walked away. Tell me what you need, darling.â
Tathlyn reaches up to grab onto Astarionâs hands, still framing his face. He shuts his eyes -- tries to take in every detail of the way those long, delicate fingers feel against his skin.
âCân I stay?â
âOf course you can, my sweet. As long as you like.â
Tathlyn lingers in Astarionâs hold a moment longer before pulling away and beginning the arduous process of removing his armor. Every twinge of wounds and overworked muscles makes itself known to him over the next few minutes and by the time heâs done, heâs more exhausted than he thought he could still get.
Astarion has reclined on the bedroll, and watches him now with care. He rolls easily onto his side as Tathlyn shuffles in next to him and twines his arms around Astarionâs slim frame. Itâs not the ideal position to mediate in, but feeling the way Astarionâs ribs expand and contract as he breathes seems to be the only thing that settles the frantic worry thatâs made itself at home under Tathlynâs skin. Astarion tangles their legs together -- an additional offer of proximity -- and Tathlyn lets his forehead come to rest against the back of Astarionâs shoulder.
Rest is hard to come by as the evening drags on into the night. Every sound from outside Astarionâs tent has Tathlyn alert, assessing for threat. But Astarionâs breathing stays steady. one hand firmly laces fingers with his own, and Astarion allows himself to be cradled close to Tathlynâs chest. Eventually, his mind settles enough to drift for a few hours.
In the morning, Tathlyn finds Phalar Aluve laid unassumingly across the threshold outside Astarionâs tent. He chooses not to attempt reading meaning into it, and slides it back into the scabbard where it belongs. They have a long walk back through the mountain pass ahead of them. Better, he thinks, not to spend it in suspicious silence.
#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 oc#bg3 tav#bg3 spoilers#bg3 astarion#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 wyll#bg3 karlach#bg3 halsin#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 oc#m!tav#male tav#drow tav#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#astarion x mc#astarion x oc#astarion romance#lae'zel#karlach#wyll#wyll ravengard#halsin#So Tathlyn...did not have a good time at Creche Y'llek
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Sayaka: Makoto's ahoge's just so cute~ nwn So soft. Stands at attention when I pet it. (äşşâĎâ) Chiaki:(ŕš`н´ŕš) Sayaka: ... You disagree? (äşşâĎâ) Chiaki: Hajime-kun has the superior ahoge. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Sayaka: ......... (ââ˘âżâ˘â) You do realize... (ââ˘âżâ˘â) No. No, you don't really mean that. I will give you the chance to retract your problematic statement... Chiaki: Hajime's ahoge twitches at the sound of my voice~ No. It can sense whenever I'm near. So precious. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Sayaka: ... War it is, then. (ââ˘âżâ˘â)*** I can't speak on Hajime's ahoge... But Makoto's is on a completely other plane of softness. You speak blasphemy. Chiaki: Hajime's ahoge is plenty soft. It's like a member of the family. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Hajime's ahoge was the first, Makoto-kun's is a pretty copy, but a copy nonetheless. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Sayaka: (ââ˘âżâ˘â)*** Just because he's ONE year older than us...! Chiaki: FIRST! (ŕš`н´ŕš) Sayaka: Well, TECHNICALLY speaking~... (ââ˘âżâ˘â)*** *can't finish that argument without breaking the fourth wall* Chiaki: First. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Kirumi: My apologies, but you are both fundamentally incorrect. (á´_á´) Chiaki: Ne? ಠಿ_ಠSayaka: Kirumi-chan? ಠಿ_ಠKirumi: Most regrettably for you, Shuichi's ahoge is superior in every facet. Softness. Sophistication. Resplendence. Grandeur. Its refined movements. (á´_á´) Sayaka: That ratty looking thing?! Chiaki: Heretical nonsense. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Kirumi: (âŹâ_â) I will overlook your indiscretions this once. Know that further petty assaults will be brought to court. Sayaka: I was about to say the same to you!!! (âŹâ_â) Chiaki: For the honor of Hajime-kun's ahoge, I won't lose. (âŹâ_â) Kurane: U-Um... Er... Ah... >_< Waruna: Tell them, Kurane!!! Yoshiko: (âżâ âżâ )*** What Kurane was trying to say is that Yuma-kun has all those boys beat. His ahoge changes with his emotions~ Kirumi: ... Sayaka: ... Chiaki: ... Co-op is totes unfair in a 1v1 tournament. (ŕš`н´ŕš) Sayaka: Y-Yeah!!! You didn't see us bringing pals along!! Yoshiko: That falls on you chumps. (âżâ âżâ ) Kirumi: ... I will have to bring in reinforcements to put down this insurrection. (âŹâ_â) Kurane: J-Just you try it... >.< Kirumi: (âŹâ_â) *glares at Kurane especially* You will be sued for copyright infringement. This was MY look first. *referring to hair* Kurane: Wh-What?! Our hair isn't that similar...! (âŹâ_â) Kirumi: Tell that to the judge. (âŹâ_â) Waruna: Just you try it, Super Nanny. (ââ˘çâ˘â) Akari/Kaede: Nagisa doesn't have an ahoge, but I turned his hair into cat ears like mine~ (âżâ âżâ ) Everyone: (ââââ ) Sayaka: Why didn't we think of that?! ÎŁ('ââââ) Chiaki: Mmm... But if I play with Hajime-kun's hair, the ahoge would disappear. >_< Kirumi: ... I must confess I feel conflicted. Although as Shuichi's maid, I do have the right to fashion his look in the manner I deem most professional and appealing... Yoshiko: ... I'm not comfortable tempting fate again. Waruna: Why? He dressed as a chick once already. (ŕšâ˘Ě â â˘Ěŕš) Kurane: No. Never again. >_< Akari/Kaede: (äşşâ_â) C-Crossdressing? *thinks about how Rio would react to some other guy crossdressing* F-Forget I said anything. This conversation never happened. Everyone: (äşşâ_â) *nodding sagely*
#Danganronpa#Assassination Classroom#master detective archives: rain code#Sayaka Maizono#Chiaki Nanami#Kirumi Tojo#Kaede Kayano#Akari Yukimura#Waruna#Kurane#Yoshiko#Makoto harem#Hajime harem#Shuichi harem#Yuma harem#Nagisa harem
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Adrift || Drabble
Fandom: Xmen
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1444 Summary: My friend @shadowphoenixrider fell hard into the world of the Xmen thanks to a certain card-wielding Cajun and it got me speculating what my mutant powers would be and uh.. Meet Mutant Drifting I guess. -----------------------------------------------
There was only one thing you could be certain about at the mansion; weird things tended to happen almost daily. Maybe it was because of that truth that Gambit didn't really look up from his card trick at first when a seemingly floating t-shirt, pair of jeans and some shoes went on by. After the initial double take, red eyes set in black sclera followed the set as it wandered down the hall.
It genuinely seemed like something Morph would pull, but if that were the case they would have made some sort of comment about the look on Gambits face by now. And with Shadow popping out of the danger room, Gambit decided it was probably best to do something about this before these mystery clothes turned out to be something far less benevolent.
"Oi," the tone of his voice just sharp and authoritarian enough to make the unknown entity halt in its movement, "and where do you think you're going?"
"Well, the plan was to look for either Professor Xavier or the scientist around here- I guess you found me first. Didn't see you, there," a lower but still feminine sounding voice replied.
Curiosity got the better of him, which was the only reason Gambit hadn't thrown a charged card their way yet. He was however holding onto one, flitting it between the fingers of his hand in debate on what to do.
"Well, mind turning that invisibility thing of yours off before you do that? You're making people antsy; canât let you do that on Diable Blancâs watch."
"Yeah, uhm, that's kind of why I need either of those two."
Hm. Shooting Shadow a glance, it became clear to Gambit that both of them could wager a guess as to what that meant. Shadow also seemed to be staring at this invisible being as if trying to figure out something about it.
"... You don't know how to turn it off, do ya?" Gambit suggested, slightly amused by that turn of events.
"Right on the money, sir. I've got no clue; I've been like this for two days. Some help would be appreciated."
Raising an eyebrow, Gambit looked over at Shadow, who needed another moment to process that the Cajun was offering her up as a solution to this problem
"Chère?"
"Wh- no, thank you. I don't mess with mutant powers, who knows what'll happen."
"Fine. Gambit'll go fetch Rogue, then."
"Good- wait a minute, Rogue?" Shadow asked, immediately halting Gambit in his process of getting ready to leave, "that's quite the overkill option!"
"Do you want their powers off or not?"
"By putting them in a coma? Again, overkill much?!"
"What would ya have me do, punch their lights out instead?"
"No!! Look, can you just go find Charles, or Ha-"
In the middle of this argument, the air between the three people suddenly took on the faintest hint of sulfur; it was the only warning anyone had before Kurt popped into view, having teleported himself over from wherever he had been previously standing. A startled yelp of 'Jesus Christ!' was all that left the invisible one, and as soon as it had left their mouth the spell seemed to have been broken as everything about them reappeared all at once.
It revealed a tall ish, pale woman with wine red hair and green eyes, who was now observing her hands with quiet awe and surprise as she genuinely hadn't seen them in at least forty eight hours.
"Oh, hey, I can see my hands again."
"You can thank me by not using blasphemy this early in the morning, Fraulein," Kurt responded with an easy smile. "Noted. I was raised in a harbor town, I apologize in advance for all the times I will end up being blasphemous."
"Ohh," Shadow chimed in, "it's a startle response. Interesti- Wait. Miranda?!"
"Sup?" 'Miranda' casually responded, throwing up a peace sign as she shifted her weight to her other leg. With her now visible, Gambit took another moment to really take her in. She had somewhat of a pear-shaped body and stood high on her legs, but she was definitely shorter than him. If he had to wager a guess she was somewhere between six to seven inches shorter than him, probably closer to seven. Crossing her arms over her chest, Miranda had an attitude about her as if she shook off a lot of things as they came to her; she didn't seem that perturbed by the looks of either Gambit or Kurt for starters. "You know her, chère?" "Yeah, she's my friend, she works in catering at my old job."
"Worked," Miranda corrected, running her thumb over the edge of her middle fingernail to check it for any dents, "they don't exactly like it when you no show for two days with no explanation, but I couldn't exactly explain 'well I don't know where my limbs went for starters' without being clocked as weird, in serious life threatening danger or possibly a mutant- not even necessarily in that order."
"Pardon me, anyway," Kurt politely interjected as he actually needed the answer to his question, "Gambit, are the two of us still on for that mission tonight?" "Yes, mon ami. Don't keep me waiting, now." "I never do," and with that he left as quickly as he had appeared. Miranda startled once more at the teleportation, her invisibility immediately clicking back on in response. It brought a groan out of her that seemed to come from the deepest recesses of her soul. Shadow just blinked, as Gambit desperately tried to keep himself from laughing at her predicament... and failed. Shadow immediately started shoving at him to get him to move instead of laughing at her friend. "Will you just go get our doctor, Cajun?!" With now just the two of them left, Shadow watched as just the set of clothes leaned on the nearest corridor wall with a sigh. Well, that certainly was an interesting set of abilities and turn of events. And then there was also the matter of... "So, what happened? The first time, you know, where you turned..?"
"The cabinet where I hold my kitchenware decided to give up on life at like, three am. Scared me half to death but as soon as I figured it was just something in my apartment that broke and, you know, not some intruder I went back to sleep intending on dealing with whatever it was the next morning. Next morning comes, and all I see when I tossed a look in my wardrobe mirror is my pajamas looking back with me. For a second I wonder if I got down with a bout of fucking vampirism, only to then realise I don't see my hands, or really anything but my clothes when I look down either. And then I figured it's probably some superpower thing and I'm better off looking for someone to fix it." "And your first instinct was to find the X-men Mansion?!" "It was that or Stark Tower; I decided to try my luck with the building least likely to vaporize me with its home security system as soon as I step on the porch."
"You're incredibly lucky Logan isn't here, then. That said; Gambit got close."
"Then I'll thank him for not vaporizing me on the spot when he gets back." Despite not being able to see her, Shadow swore she could feel that Miranda was staring at her trying to figure something out. It's not exactly easy to shake the feeling that someone is watching you, whether visible or not. "What?" "You, and Gambit?" "Are just friends," Shadow immediately snapped in return, frowning at the light scoff coming from her invisible friend. "Uhuh." "Don't you take that tone with me when it took less than five seconds of you being visible to see that you were looking at Nightcrawler." "Lord forbid the plush toy granted sentience piques my interest in any way." "Look," Shadow replied exasperated, "How about we both stop talking about this for a while?!" "Deal." What was meant to be a pleasant silence was quickly interrupted when Gambit reappeared, somehow without Beast in tow to which Shadow frowned. "Gambit, I thought I told you to-" "Not to worry!" the voice of Beast coming from up high and behind Miranda, startling her back to visible as she had her attention pointed the opposite way to Shadow and Gambit, "I am here to offer assistance." "I told him to sneak up on her, it seems to work," Gambit dryly remarked. "Fucking hell, there's got to be an easier way to turn me back than this!"
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The Schnee Family
Whitely: According to the schedule, in less than five minutes, we will begin family discussions regarding the company's global control.
Weiss: I really doubt we'll actually discuss anything.
Winter: I'm willing to bet lien that you're wrong.
Jacques: (Enters) Children, welcome. The others should be joining us shortly.
Winter: Others?
Bleiss: (Walks in) Ugh, this place still smells like old people taint... (Sees siblings) Oh! Ahem! ...Greetings, dearest family.
Weiss: What is SHE doing here?
Jacques: She is just as much a part of this family as the rest of you, Weiss.
Weiss: That's easy for you to say; I've actually LIVED with her!
Jacques: And YOU literally threw me in prison!
Bleiss: Really? Shit, I wish I was there.
Weiss: He's exaggerating.
Winter: Is he, though? You did throw him pretty hard into that cell with your glyphs.
Bleiss: (Laughs) I forgot what it was like having a family! And how much I fucking hate it.
Jacques: Enough bickering! You're all gathered here for one purpose...
Schneebling: To help take over the world.
Jacques: Okay! Well... Yes. Yes, that is why you are all gathered here.
Bleiss: Okay, no. I have a better idea, Jackie. Why don't we all participate in a nice, healthy family activity?
Jacques: I refuse.
Bleiss: Come on~! A little family competition never hurt anyone.
Whitely: I... can't help but agree. There are innumerable statistics to support her claim that competitions are healthy. I suggest a contest to see who can suck the most dick.
Bleiss: Up-bup-bup! Don't listen to him! Let's start with something simple. Perhaps a family game?
Whitely: Hide and suck dick?
Bleiss: Wh- No! Dammit, Whitely! That is not a family game!
Winter: I refuse to associate myself with this degenerate.
Bleiss: Oh, come on, Winny! I'm just as much your sister as you are mine~.
Winter: All the more reason for me to throw up elsewhere. (Leaves)
Bleiss: Hmph... What about you, sister? What's your suggestion?
Weiss: Oh, so now my opinion matters?
Bleiss: Okay, look, I was kind of preoccupied-
Weiss: Debasing yourself until you were Jaune's pig-slut?
Bleiss: That's not what he calls me.
Weiss: That's what you are, and you know it!
Bleiss: I didn't intend for those photos to be leaked! They were for my private collection!
Weiss: I'm aware, because you only share them with me!
Jacques: Enough bickering! Children, we must seize this opportunity to take over- WAH!
Willow: (Drops glyph, Jacques falls down) Oops! Was that me? I'm so sorry... Sometimes I forget my own strength. (Notices Bleiss) You're... GelĂŠ's girl, aren't you? My, look at how you've grown. Last I saw you, I was holding you in my arms. Who would have thought you'd have grown to be so beautiful?
Bleiss: Haha, yeah... Uh, who's the MILF?
Weiss: Oh, that's right. You never officially met our mother.
Bleiss: Wait... HE FUCKS?!
Whitely: Uh, I can confirm that, for a time, our father did indeed fuck.
Bleiss: OH GOD, I SEE IT WHEN I CLOSE MY FUCKING EYES! ARGH! (Falls backwards)
Willow: Fufufu... I've heard you've become quite the huntress, and have even managed to court a handsome young man at that. Perhaps you can bring him to the manor for a proper introduction? If you permit, of course.
Bleiss: Ahem! Uh, y-yes, of course.
Jacques: This is blasphemy! I will not be usurped in my own home! AGAIN!
Weiss: (Readies glyph) I regret nothing.
Bleiss: Okay, can we all calm the fuck down?
Knock, knock, knock
Gyeiss: Oh, um, is this, like, a totally bad time?
Jacques: ...I can explain.
Bleiss: Oh, you mother FU
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003 VD â TREMBLING CONVICTION
ICHIKA: O-Oh? Is that you, Warden-san? I heard the door openâŚ
LUKA: Yes, itâs me. Youâre⌠Ichika Yuki, right?
ICHIKA: Yeah⌠Hey, Warden-sanâŚ
LUKA: Go on.
ICHIKA: Can you⌠um⌠stop staring at me? I can feel your e-eyes on me, and itâs freaking me out⌠P-Please just⌠look away.
LUKA: Eh..?
ICHIKA: I-I hate e-eyes on me. I do-donât like being the center of at-attentionâŚ
LUKA: Alright. Iâm not looking. Better?
ICHIKA: Th-Thank you.
LUKA: Now. Prisoner Number Three. Ichika Yuki. Is something troubling you?
ICHIKA: âŚâŚ!
LUKA: Youâre shaking something fierce. Constantly fidgeting, stuttering⌠Itâs concerning.
ICHIKA: H-Huh⌠Ah-! Well⌠Itâs a⌠long story. I-Iâd rather not talk a-about itâŚ
LUKA: Sigh. Well, I canât force you. But I do have to ask these questions. Name, age, occupation?
ICHIKA: âŚâŚI-Ichika Yuki, t-twenty-one, and⌠I-I can't hold a j-job to save my life, ehh...
LUKA: Oh? Whyâs that?
ICHIKA: M-My body wonât let me.
[ Almost as if confirming his own statement, Ichika coughs rather violently into his hand. ]
LUKA: Yikes. Thatâs notâŚ
ICHIKA: Donât p-pity me.
LUKA: I wasnât trying to. Promise.
ICHIKA: Liar! E-Everyone says the same damned thing. They pr-promise they donât pity me, but th-their voice gives them away.
LUKA: âŚ.Can you not see, Yuki-san?
ICHIKA: Iâm bli-blind, Warden-san. I donât reme-remember ever being able to see.
LUKA: Ah⌠That must be hard. It almost makes me wonder how you were able to commit that crime of yoursâŚ
ICHIKA: That wasnât me.
LUKA: Huh?! What do you mean?
ICHIKA: I-I didnât kill him. It was Godâs divine punishment against him. I didn't do anything!
LUKA: Funny how youâre the one in the jail cell, huh.
ICHIKA: Y-You must believe me! I donât deserve any of thisâŚ
LUKA: Thatâs based on my own judgment. But donât expect your pleas alone to sway me. Now, onto the interrogation. How is life here?
ICHIKA: A-Ah⌠Well⌠Itâs going alright for c-certain, butâŚ
LUKA: But�
ICHIKA: Sawayaki-chan is t-too damned noisyâŚ! Having her two cells away is de-detrimental to my healthâŚ
LUKA: I see.
ICHIKA: Akio-san is cool, th-though. He reads me bits of his manuscript d-during our free time.
LUKA: Interesting. He didnât mention that.
ICHIKA: H-He probably forgot, that silly man.
LUKA: Mmhm. Hey, Yuki-san�
ICHIKA: What?
LUKA: Do you truly believe in God?
ICHIKA: â! O-Of course I doâŚ! Wh-Why wouldnât I?!
LUKA: Because it feels off to me that someone who puts so much faith in God would turn around and blame Him for their sins. Does that not sound like blasphemy to you?
ICHIKA: Wha-wha-whaâ?! Aha⌠D-Donât look at me like that, Warden-sanâŚ! I-I can f-feel your d-disapproving gl-glare burning through meâŚ!!
[ The mechanical bell pervades the air, causing the cowering Ichika to leap up from his seat. ]
ICHIKA: N-NO! P-PLEASE DONâTâŚ.!
LUKA: I have no choice. Prisoner number three, Ichika Yuki⌠sing your sins.
[ MV: EMPTY PRAYER. ]
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âWh- how dare you! Maybe you should be bird food for such blasphemy!â
"Tell me our goofball of a wife, who is currently out shopping with and teasing a new potential partner, is not as silly as can be."
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Softer blasphemies please!! (Also what is it??? tell me more please omg sounds delicious)
Thank you!!! Softer Blasphemies is a Victorian-era Ineffables fic that takes place at Aziraphale's 'discreet gentlemen's club in Portland Place'. Despite not having spoken for 30-odd years at this point (1890s), Crowley goes there to warn Aziraphale of an impending police raid, and once that's cleared up, things, er... ensue.
âWould youâŚâ Aziraphale cleared his throat; he seemed to be having trouble actually looking in Crowleyâs direction. âWould you like to stay the night?â Crowley tipped his head to one side. âIâm already staying the night, arenât I? âS why you paid that ridiculous guest feeââ âI meant would you like to stay the night with me. After all, we are here and⌠well, youâll probably get a massive commendation out of convincing an angel to give in to six thousand years of temptation. Possibly even a promotion.â Blue eyes finally flickered his way and Crowley saw the hunger there. âOh, yâI wh. Hgk. I⌠well, I canât say no to thatââ Crowley couldnât actually say anything; Aziraphale was kissing him.
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Ghost Hunting
Content Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, voyeurism, biting Pairing: Karl Heisenberg/F!Reader Insert Word Count: 276 words Phasmophobia/RE8 AU Crossover! You and Heisenberg take a little break from ghost hunting~ UwU
The dryer banged on the wall in time with Karlâs machine hips as he pistoned in and out of your lady-meat. You were on a job and sneaking away from the work made everything feel so much better. His love-pickle felt like a full-sized cucumber in your love tunnel, he was so hard. The rest of your team could have walked in and caught you at any minute with your pants forgotten on the floor and your panties hanging from the storage shelf where he tossed them. Heâd ripped them off like theyâd left a horse head on his pillow. A crucifix sat at his feet. It made his rough, heavy kisses taste like sweet, sweet blasphemy.
The rest of your equipment laid scattered around the room: your spirit box, two flashlights, an open book lying face-down on a shelf, a camera. The lens stared at you, watching. Egging you on.
âWhâŚâ you pant. âWhat if s-someoneâs watching?â
He pummeled your doorbell with his thumb until your worries dissolved into screams. âThen weâre giving them one hell of a show.â
Karl fisted your hair and ripped your head back with all the force of a ball smacking you dead in the face during gym. You shrieked his name. His teeth sank into the hot flesh of your neck, marking you, making sure any ghost floating around knew you belonged to him. Your legs trembled, overwhelmed with the new world of pleasure his mushroom-tipped spear tattooed into your body.
âYou close, baby?â he grunted hot and heavy in your ear. âYou fucking close?â
Static crackled on the floor near Karlâs ankles. A quiet voice breathed, âIâm close.â
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