#i wanna be corrupted by him

[allebasimaianunes]

“i can’t she said, i’d save you but i can't hide„

i feel it crawl up my legs

let me wrap you up in these thighs

it gets me out of my head again

†

[allebasimaianunes]

oh fucks, this is FIRE.

and lead us not into temptation...

father charlie mayhew x fem!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: During Confirmation, God the Holy Spirit comes upon the person, accompanied by God the Father and God the Son. Father Mayhew, too.

a/n: ahhh, how good it feels so channel my religious trauma into absolute filth again. I was never Catholic so idk how accurate the stuff I said is but I did research and tried my best (really no one cares about Catholic accuracies why are you even stressing about this girl)

warnings: 18+, SMUT, dubcon, little bit of a corruption kink, innocence kink, clueless little church mouse!reader, blasphemous shit tbh, virginity loss, unprotected sex, a priest absolutely abusing his position,

wc: 3.2k

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They told you that the Sacrament of Confirmation was the most important event of a young girl growing closer to God. They told you it was an honour to attend this spiritual ceremony, that it was the culmination of forming a bond with Christ. They told you that it was high time you were finally sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.

Father Charlie Mayhew was adamant that you’d finally receive this great gift, having discussed the possibility of a personal Confirmation with your parents after Sunday Mass.

“She’s at an age where it should already have happened,” he told them. “I assume you wish her to get married soon. She ought to finally be strengthened for service to the Body of Christ.”

Your parents trusted Father Mayhew blindly, believing he was a gift sent to earth by the Lord Himself, and quickly agreed. They wouldn’t want their precious daughter to fall into disgrace should a proper suitor be found sooner rather than later.

The priest nodded, visibly satisfied with their consent. “I can arrange it for next week’s Mass, but I  would like for your daughter to come see me for a private confession. The Lord has spoken to me in my prayers, and has tasked me with properly preparing the confirmands. It’s a standard practice at my church.”

Only that it wasn’t.

Father Mayhew had spent many hours not praying, not studying the Scripture, not preparing new sermons since he first saw you in all your womanly glory at Mass. Instead, he often found himself in his office, his pants growing uncomfortably tight just at the thought of you attending Mass every Sunday like the faithful girl you are, hanging on his every word. 

And when you’d get on your knees during the Eucharistic prayer…

His hand would always find its way to his throbbing length during a quiet moment after Mass, the grip on his cock nearly painful as he worked himself towards the highest of highs. And more often than not he would later find white stains on his liturgical vestments, having to go through several clerical outfits in the span of only a few days.

“Tell her to come see me on Wednesday after general confession hour.”

So your parents sent you on your way, Bible in hand, rosary wrapped around your wrist. You entered the empty church, standing between the pews as you clutched your Bible to your chest.

“Father Mayhew?” A timid call for him echoed through the large building, and soon he appeared. 

His chest heaved as he appeared, his robe sitting weirdly on his shoulders as if he had pulled it over his head in a hurry. His hair messy, not slicked back like he usually wore it. 

The appearance caught you off guard, to say the least, and made your blood pressure rise.

“Ah, my new confirmand!” He greeted you with an open-arm gesture, then clasped his hands together. “Happy to see you. What an exciting time it must be for you.”

He closed the distance between you, turning to your side and placing his hand on your back as he led you towards the back of the church. “Let’s go talk in my office,” he said.

“I thought I came to confess?” You asked in bewilderment. “Oughtn’t we sit down in the confessional booth for that?”

But he was quick to shut down your confusion. “No. No, no, no. Let’s not stick to such ancient traditions. I’ve come to learn, in my time as a servant of the Lord, that private confessions are best made in the comfort of a priest’s office. Shall we?”

He opened the door to his office, letting you enter first before closing the door behind his back and quickly turning the lock before you would notice.

“Take a seat,” he motioned towards the armchair on the opposite side of his desk as he sat down in his own chair.

He leaned back and observed you with relaxed eyes. His stoic gaze was intimidating to you, your heart thumping against your ribcage the longer he stared.

“Father?”

The sound of your voice ripped him out of his dirty fantasy, his focus returning to the there and then, which, admittedly, didn’t help much when his hard cock ached from the torturing restraint of his pants.

“Right,” he cleared his throat, bending forward hoping it would cover the growing bulge. “Now, I have to admit I wasn’t quite honest with your parents,” he chuckled smugly.

The picture of you furrowing your brows as you slightly cocked your head to the side in a confused gesture made him lose a couple drops of cum into his boxers. How could a young girl be so cluelessly devoted to God. To him. It made him lose his mind, and throw his holy vows overboard.

To hell with abstinence. Some girls just asked for it. And he knew you were one of them. 

Gifted by the devil himself, a test of his faith and obedience — the bishop had warned him many years ago that the day would come when he would find himself face to face with temptation — and presented on a silver platter right there in his own church. To him, however, a young, ripe girl like you could only have found her way into his office so he could chase the feeling of his former life.

To remind himself how good it felt to lose himself in the warmth of a tight cunt.

“I understand your parents are hoping to find you a husband soon,” Father Mayhew began. “But Confirmation isn’t the only thing necessary in preparation for marriage. You know, there are certain… other things a young woman must be prepared for before she can fulfil her duties of a devout wife.”

“Father, I don’t—”

His hand shot up, immediately shutting down any doubts or concerns you might try to raise. “Tell me… Have you ever touched yourself? After all, this is some kind of confession here, right? God needs you to be completely honest with me.”

He could sense the warmth rush to your cheeks, the way your breath hitched in your throat as your gaze shifted to the floor.

“A simple yes or no will suffice, sweetheart,” he pressed. “This is crucial for your preparation as a confirmand.” His eyes searched for yours. “You can even nod or shake your head if that’s easier.”

Then, finally, he got a reaction out of you. A timid… shake from left to right. “It’s a sin, Father.”

The change in his demeanour evaded you. The way his eyes turned into slits resembling those of a snake, the way he ever so slightly shifted in his seat as his hand carefully moved to his crotch.

A moment of silence passed in Father Charlie’s office as he let your words sink in. You had been even more clueless than he’d imagined. An enticing temptation, one that he had no choice but to succumb to.

“That is very admirable,” he praised you. “However,” he got up, “as part of this… preparation I need you to be… how should I say this… open to… sexual activities.”

He walked around his desk in a few long strides until he stood in front of you and leaned against the edge of the table, folding in hands in front of his crotch as he crossed his legs. He could feel his cock press against his palms through the fabric of his pants, begging to be freed.

“Why should—” You tried to ask, but his hand was quick to shoot up in a silencing gesture. That’s when you first noticed the bulge in his pants.

With your eyes glued to his crotch, Charlie could barely hold himself back from dragging you across his desk and shoving his cock right into your tight little cunt, no matter if you were ready for him or not.

“Get on your knees,” he said in a plain voice. You obeyed instantly.

He took the Bible and rosary from your hands and placed them on his desk before standing up right in front of you, your mouth so perfectly aligned with his length. A few quick movements got him rid of his pants and boxers just enough to pull out aching cock, tip glistening with drops of precum.

He watched your eyes go wild in shock, although he silently wished they would have gone wide from excitement and lust. He’d get you there soon enough…

“From now on, I need you to listen to me, sweetheart,” he instructed. “No more questions, no ifs and buts, alright?”

His eyes stayed focused on yours until you nodded, and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger as a gesture of approvement. A pleased look on his face and a satisfied smirk on his lips, he then let his thumb graze along your lower lip before pushing it in.

“Open up.” His voice turned rough, strained even, as he pulled your jaw down and forced your mouth open. 

He could detect a sliver of fear glistening in your eyes as the tip of his cock met your lip, could sense your wanting to ask what he was doing, but was pleased to see you resist the urge to question his actions. 

So he pushed it in. “Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, feeling your lips instinctively close around him. “Careful with those teeth.”

His hand found the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair to get a good grip and properly guide your movements. He pulled back and pushed back in, this time all the way until he heard and felt you gag around him. 

He stopped once he could feel the back of your throat, watching you struggle and start to panic, your hands moving up to the sides of his hips in an attempt to push him back. But, of course, he was too strong for you. 

“Shh, shh,” he cooed. “You’re doing so well.” 

He started to pick up a pace slow enough to relish the feeling of your mouth and not already waste his seed by shooting it into the back of your throat. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, watching the string of spit connect his tip to your bottom lip with a grin.

“You see,” he started to explain, “in order to become a full-grown adult, which you will be after your Confirmation, you need to understand certain things. And, as the priest of your church, it is my duty to teach you the necessary lessons to let you go out into world with a clear conscience.”

He watched you intently, gauging your reaction to each and every word of his. You were still kneeling in front of him so he bent down, continuing to observe you at eye level. His breath came in slow, hot bursts as it repeatedly hit your face.

“You understand now why I have to do this, do you?” He asked.

You nodded, albeit hesitantly. 

“And you also understand that this is to stay between me and you, and me and you only, right?”

He waited for another nod, and when it wouldn’t come, he raised an eyebrow, his hand gripping your jaw tightly. 

“Do you understand?” He repeated with more force.

“Y-yes,” you mumbled. 

He let go of your jaw, clicking his tongue in approval. “Good. Now I need you to take your clothes off.”

His patience was starting to run thin, especially with the way he couldn’t find any release from this achingly throbbing tension. “Listen, we don’t have much time, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. This body of yours…” 

This fucking body I need to desecrate. This body, this… tight virgin cunt.

“This body is a gift from God, wonderful and perfect like all His creations. And…” A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. “It’s not like I have never seen a woman’s body before.”

He watched your shy reaction, and your inhibitions crumble slowly. So he gave you one last push. “I’ll take my clothes off too,” he said, beginning to shed his clerical robes. “That way we’re even.”

Father Charlie watched you with satisfaction as you rid yourself of your clothes item by item. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

Once the last of his garments dropped on the ground, he told you to sit back down on the armchair, placing his hands on either side of you as he bent over you. His eyes travelled along your frame, wandering over the hills and valleys of your young, unsullied body.

“I need you to move your hand between your legs,” he said. “Touch yourself.”

This time you did what he said without hesitation. He could see your chest starting to heave, your breath visibly and audibly quickening as your hand slowly glided down your chest until it came into contact with your pure pussy for the first time.

“Fuck…” Charlie breathed, the grip on the armrest tightening as he fought the urge to fist his cock for at least some kind of relief. “Yes, just like that. Now push a finger in.”

You did.

“Does it feel wet? Does it slide in easily?” He asked as he observed how your lips parted at the initial sensation of pleasuring yourself.

You nodded.

“Try pushing in a second finger,” he commanded.

You did, your forehead creasing once it slipped all the way in.

“How does that feel? Tell me.”

“It feels…” You began, but couldn’t quite put it into words.

“Good?” He finished for you.

You nodded again.

“Try curling them upwards, like this,” he gestured a come hither movement with his own fingers for you to mimic.

And you did.

“But Father…” You gulped, “isn’t this… a sin?” You asked as you kept moving your hand.

He shook his head. “How can a natural urge be a sin? The Lord gave it to us.”

“I know, but—” His hand was back on your jaw, his digits pressing into the soft flesh of your cheeks.

“No ifs and buts, remember?” he reminded you, his gaze sharp. 

He quickly glanced at the clock. “You’ve been talking too much. Get up.”

You did as you were told while Charlie pushed the clutter off his desk, his movements rushed. He grabbed you by the back of your thighs, practically slamming you onto the desk and standing between your spread thighs.

So close to that heavenly cunt…

“The reason I’m doing this is because it is my duty as a priest,” he said leaning over you, his hand moving down your neck, over your collarbone, then closer and closer towards your chest.

“You need to know what it will be like to lay with your future husband,” he explained, his length pressing against your dripping core as his lips found your neck.

You reacted to his touches so organically, almost like second nature. Like this wasn’t your first time ever experiencing any kind of sexual activity.

Father Charlie knew he finally had you right where he wanted you. Where he needed you.

“It might hurt,” he mumbled against your neck as his hands cupped your tits, your nipples immediately trapped between his fingers as he pinched and pulled on them. “But that pain is gonna turn into something so much better. I promise.”

His lips travelled down your neck as he pushed you back onto the flat, cold surface of his desk, the temperature a stark contrast to your heated body. His tongue glided along your sternum, first to the left, around your now hardened nipple, then to the right, repeating the same process.

Charlie could hear your laboured breaths slowly but surely transform into hot gasps, soft moans falling from your lips whenever his tongue or fingers would graze the sensitive buds of your breasts. He knew he could take it further without much clueless confusion on your part.

He knew he could finally take you like he had wanted to for so long.

So he pushed into you in one rough motion, not stopping until he could feel the soft tissue of your hymen collapse under the pressure of his cock. 

You cried out, your hands instinctively gripping his strong arms, but he was quick to collect both your wrists in one hand and pin them above your head as he grabbed your thigh with the other. 

“Shh, shh,” he shut you up as he pulled your leg up and around his waist, allowing himself to fuck you from a different angle that would make it easier for him to fully thrust into your virgin cunt.

And, Lord, what a tight little cunt you had.  

His breaths escaped his lungs in ragged grunts as he pushed into you again and again, feeling your tight walls give in more and more to make him fit the longer he kept ramming his cock into you. The desk creaked under the pressure of his body colliding with yours, the wood bending with each new thrust that would allow him to slip further into your silky core. 

“Father—” You pleaded, arms unsuccessfully straining against his grip. “It… hurts.”

“Told you. But not much longer,” he said, his voice ragged as he ignored your attempts to make him stop. “Trust me.”

He could feel himself getting there, could feel how difficult it became to keep a steady rhythm. You were squeezing him in the best way possible, and he couldn’t even begin to think about how it would feel to have you milk his every last drop. 

His moans echoed off the walls of his small office when he felt you start to relax around him. “Yeah, that’s right,” he grunted, his voice nearly failing him. “Let me hear you.”

His thumb pulled your bottom lip down so your mouth would fall open, letting those sweet, clueless whines escape your throat freely. That was all he took as a confirmation of your starting to enjoy the way he was fucking you.

And that was all he needed to find his most earth shattering release so far. He pulled out quickly, finishing off with a couple more strokes before he shot hot spurts of his cum right onto your newly stretched and glistening cunt. 

“Look at me,” he groaned as he rode out his high, his eyes fixed on you, your heaving chest, your skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat, your cunt defiled and disgraced by your priest’s cum.

“Now you’re all set for Confirmation,” he said as he helped you up, then handed you a towel. “Make sure you’re clean before you come back for Sunday Mass. And remember, don’t tell your parents. If you can do that for me, I’ll show you much more if you want me to.”

They told you that during Confirmation, God the Holy Spirit comes upon the person, accompanied by God the Father and God the Son. They didn’t tell you Father Mayhew did, too.

[allimili]

Cant help but think how Y/N cookie meet pre-corrupt shmilk in the tower of knowledge since yk past, present and future are there.

[doctorsiren]

more moth au

[nyxi-pixie]

guys look away im in the skk trenches again but does anyone else think about how big a thing physical intimacy Should be between them. skin on skin between a guy who always keeps his hands gloved, who is constantly aware of keeping his implanted strength in check, and a guy who wears bandages like they're a second skin, and is convinced everything he's close to and wants is something he's doomed to lose. but they are constantly shown to be physically close even from the first days of knowing each other dazais ruffling his hair and chuuya is staying his firing arm with his bare hands and its casual and constant and close in spite of everything and and and. augh.

[tagetto]

he stinks of diesel fumes, solder flux & cigarette smoke which has caked itself over the years into the fan blades of a used prebuilt msi gaming PC bought from ebay dot com core 2 duo high performance rtx 2.5 tdi 1.6 litre engine top speed of 48.3mph.

[sunnymainecoonx]

Horror's silly I guess..... idk sometimes I just want him to slam people idk

Sighs the man's a little angy don't judge him... Jesus he's ugly

[brcinwashed]

thinking is dumb . having a brain is stupid. which is why he should turn it off and make it work for me , make it stop and make me do whatever he wants . want me to drop my pants and bend over ? done without a second thought . want me to do the dishes ? just say it and i’ll mindlessly get started . do your laundry ? no problem , just say the command . anything anything anything . i want to be mindless it just feels so good to not think at all .

[virgothozul]

courage mec 😔 ~

For international ace attorney nation, here’s the dialog : « Hey Nick… we will find a nice twisted little murder for you, with (hopefully) an innocent wrongly accused. You’ll feel better ! »

[crybaby-bkg]

When you catch Oliver Aiku’s gaze from across the bar, he’s instantly intrigued. You’re alone, sitting there pretty, done up all nicely, your eyes sultry. It’s easy for him, to make his way across the packed space, find himself next to you, making up conversations about nothing really.

He tells you he’s here celebrating with his team for another win. You don’t know who he is; don’t know the first thing about soccer, about his position, about how big headed he must be. You flirt back with him though, laughing at his shitty quips, letting him buy you a drink, slip his hand against your inner thigh. You’re shy, pretty with the way you flutter your lashes as your face warms, quietly admitting to never having had a one night stand before. He tells you there’s something exhilarating about it, the newness of each person, the blossoming of something more when your chemistry is out of this world.

It’s something to goad you with, to hook you on. The promise of something more, the potential of having relations with someone as big as him.

And you believe him. Let him take you home and strip you bare as he suckles on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hands are skilled, his scruff scratches your inner thighs when he licks at your puffy clit and soft folds. He fingers you open and sucks the cum dripping from you after he makes you orgasm on his tongue for the nth time that night.

He already has a condom in his hand when you stop him, tell him you’re allergic to that brand, that you have your own in your night stand. Oliver believes you; why wouldn’t he? You’re some sweet little thing, innocent, never having done anything like this before, the relationship type you’d told him. Why wouldn’t he have any reason to believe your seemingly good intentions?

He fucks you hard, that night. First on your back with your legs on his shoulders, mouthing at the sides of your feet and grinning when they curl in on themselves. His hips slam against your ass, bruising the skin there from how hard his balls clap against you. He flips you over after he cums hard inside the condom, pressing you into prone bone after tying off that rubber and retrieving another one from you.

He rests all his weight on your back, nuzzling his scratchy face against your own smooth one, whispering how good you feel, how he’ll be sure to come back to you soon when he’s finished here.

You can’t help but laugh under your breath that you disguise as a moan. He was so easy, they all were. It was just a matter of time until the damaged rubber let his seed ooze through, until it caught, until you were calling him over and over again with concerns about your period being late.

Who else’s would it be? You were the innocent, sweet type, knowing nothing about soccer. Why would he ever suspect that you were lying, that you had your eyes on him for months, following him and tracking him? Waiting for that perfect opportunity to strike? Oliver was easy, after all. Baby trapping him was even easier when you blinked your big, uncorrupted eyes up at him, easy prey. Little did he know that he wasn’t the only with a bigger goal running through their minds.

[mayraluna95]

Drawing every Youjo Senki characters until season 2 release!

Week 19 : Vivi

[liittleemiixeer]

renato's route in wtc is so painstakingly beautiful, my heart bleeds for them. especially if nova is loyal to the others, that shit is on another level of angstiness...

[long rant ahead, as per usual lol]

This specific route and path (add moon heiress nova on top of that cus im a saddist) makes their relationship intense, fraught with emotional turmoil, and filled with moral ambiguity. However, it's so shocking to see stoic and composed renato succumb to anything nova asks him and even change his view on the Church. The main reason for that happening being, precisely, nova

Their connection is one of quiet desperation, forged in the concequences of a crumbling belief system. Both are torn between their deep-seated loyalty to the Church, which has shaped their entire lives, and their growing recognition that the Church's actions are deeply flawed. Nova, struggling with her own identity as a witch and spy, finds herself increasingly drawn to the priest, not only because he represents the faith she once held dear but also because he mirrors her own internal conflict. But she doesn't understand that renato's own change of mind was because of her. She was powerful enough to open his eyes without even sharing her thoughts explicitly. Her presence (no pun intended lol) alone awoke those doubts within him (rightfully so imo).

They are both painfully aware that their bond is forbidden, not just because of his vows as a priest and her role as a time catcher, but because it represents a betrayal of the very institution that has defined them. In addition, when he kneels before her to get closer to one another, he's symbolically placing himself on an equal level with her, rejecting the hierarchical structure that typically places him above Others, most probably. It's an act of humility, but also one of defiance against the constraints of his role as a priest. His disregard for his vow in this moment indicates that he is prioritizing his personal feelings and their connection over the rules and expectations of the Church. He even offered to pray together in the last update, fully aware that it's forbidden for Others to pray in churches. He was so needy for that contact with nova in this scene, he began sobbing in her arms. OH GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!

They are irresistibly drawn to each other, finding in one another a reflection of their own doubts and hopes. Yet it's so painful to see their relationship oscillate between moments of tenderness and cold detachment, as both struggle with the knowledge that their love could destroy them. Renato's earlier confession about his doubts could be a pivotal moment, deepening their connection but also complicating it further, as nova now has to decide whether to trust him with the full truth that she has been discovered and that she actually feels relieved due to her newfound loyalty to Others... or continue her deception and risk putting him in danger due to the Incineration Alliance's mission.

I'm actually hopeful for him to finally see the wrongdoings of the Church and eventually choose to severe ties with them. This way, he can practice his faith freely without being bound to fake laws and feeling guilty about aiding them in harming people. Him and nova could finally be at peace with their minds and with each other.

[fettiowi]

Actually you know what was the worst thing sega has ever done to Shadow's character?

Making him a GUN agent.

[incorrectskywalkers]

oh the fallen angel imagery of it all

[lace-sutures]

does a twirl and then sets this in front of you on a silver platter..... good job on doing ur hw take this as compensation

yandere au makes me ill

ICANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

[direfang]

(pls be gentle on me im a furry artist...) i cant draw clothes so he's gettin a mild nudity warning. he usually wears the athletic top, goth sleeves/pants, & grunge waist........

but.

my drifter (warframe), arlen!

i still think i could do more to his right leg teehee...