#kneelers

[orbcube]

[death-of-cats]

Theon I ACOK

Theon I ADWD

this is how you know Theon is femcoded 💅 people are always telling him to shut up.

[sansawargs]

It's so funny how Jon Snow is like "The wildlings are so backwards and uncivilized, how can it be normal for young girls to be stolen off by strange men 😤😠... unlike in our noble seven kingdoms where girls are MARRIED off to strange men 😊🙏"

[gregdotorg]

got kind of fascinated/fixated on needlepoint kneelers and the dynamic and culture around them.

[ivy-saurs]

phoenix wright fainted in the middle of a prayer in spirit of justice? he’s just like me fr

[glitterslag]

recent wanderings :)

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

I have a complex to this day about handicap accessible automatic doors because at my school it was very forbidden to ever use them if you didn't need them I assume because middle schoolers probably slam the shit out of the buttons for no reason but yeah I still feel like using the buttons is a closed practice. I also went to chapel every day for seven years and I was just trying to remember like what happened for all of that time every single day and my main lifetime takeaway seems to be that you are not allowed to put your feet on the kneelers

[museumsandfolk]

Flag lamb

[temperancegrieves]

my room has been so gorgeous lately

[cervenakoviny]

Len k tej kľakanici... Ona sa výrazne prekrýva s poludnicou a to preto, že útočí vždy počas zvonenia - výzvy na modlitbu v pokľaku, ktoré zaznievalo za úsvitu, za súmraku a na poludnie. Kto neprejavil úctu a poslušnosť a nekľakol si k modlitbe, ten sa stával korisťou, aj keby sa neproducíroval popod pražiace poludňajšie slnko. Takže neviem, či sa stotožniť s tým súmrakom, hoci to vytvára veľmi peknú triádu.

Půlnočnice, Polednice, Klekánice

aka the nightwraith witch, the noonwraith witch and the twilight witch in czech, are old slavic witches which originally served the purpose to scare children (and people) who stayed outside their homes at these dangerous hours.

More (folk)lore, info and WIPs of this project on my P/treon.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

SZYK, Arthur. Freedom of Religion by Halloween HJB Via Flickr: Original watercolor for Fundraising poster stamps illustrating Roosevelt’s Four Freedoms for the Emergency Committee to Save the Jewish People of Europe

[bllbabaggins]

High church is a different breed. Where are the raised hands. Where is Oceans. Where are the ladies waving flags and speaking in tongues.

[monicaalexandraaa]

OH YES YES YES !!!!!!! I just knewwww this was gonna be amazinggggg and it is🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️The priest and his nunnnnnn😍She knows exactly what to do to have some fun with him. Even with a “punishment” he loved it and she knew it too😏love love loveeeeee them !!!!

The Habit | priestrry blurb

Summary: The priest returns home from mass to find his pet dressed in a sacrilegious nun costume and he knows just what she's doing.

A/N: Based on this request! Thanks for the idea, Maggie!

Word Count: 2,857

Warning: smut, spankings with a paddle, mentions of church, penance, and prayer, dom/sub dynamics, blasphemy

Forgive Me, Father Masterlist

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She couldn't believe it when she spotted the nun's habit at the second-hand boutique. Well, it wasn't a traditional habit. It was sacrilegious. For one, the tunic was far too short. The scapular was cheaply made and the cincture was faux leather with a gaudy buckle at the front. There was no coif and the veil was sheer.

Biting her lip she lifted the hanger and held the costume up to the light. She hadn't really been looking for a costume but the small section at the front with the display sign that read Second-hand Halloween!! was calling to her. And she imagined wearing her sheer white thigh-high stockings and high heels with it, waiting for Harry to come back home after Halloween mass, kneeling and "praying".

Halloween mass wasn't something their old church did. But this one had a lot of young families with small children and so this was the church's way of keeping the day holy. Instead of dressing up like little evil gremlins and going house-to-house to hoard tooth-rotting candy, they'd get together at church.

Poor kids. Y/n always hated that part of her childhood was lost due to the dread of what would happen to her soul if she were to partake in worldly, heathen Halloween traditions. But Jesus, it was just candy and costumes and carved pumpkins. The older she got the more she resented the church's fear-mongering. No one would understand it except Harry.

So, she decided to purchase the habit. Play a little game with her priest and find out what he'd do. He'd punish her for it, certainly. For the sinful affront to the church. But she knew he'd love it. It could be their own little Halloween party. The priest and his nun…

When she got home she showered, making sure to get every spot clean and plucked smooth just for him. Just how he liked it. She put the costume on and tucked her hair under the veil. Looking at herself in the mirror she grinned to herself –Father is going to lose his mind.

Her heart was pounding in anticipation before he even pulled into the driveway. The sun had already gone down and she watched from their front window when he stepped out of his car. He was wearing his vestiment. She loved it when he kept it on. Normally he'd take it off before going outside but perhaps he'd been in a hurry that night.

Y/n knelt down at their coffee table and pressed her palms together, bowing her head in mock prayer. She bit her lip to tamp the smile as she knew that the moment he stepped in he'd see her bare thigh and then the sheer white stockings as well as the scant hem length of the tunic.

She heard the door open and then close, the deadbolt click into place, and then the floorboards creak before it was silent. She squeezed her eyes closed and the only sound she could hear was her heart ravaging behind her ribcage. She knew he'd seen her and he was assessing. Deciding what he should do to her.

The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor as he stepped in closer behind her triggered an icy, fast-moving river to coast down her spine. His presence loomed as he stood directly behind her. She couldn't see him but she could feel him.

Shifting her knees below her she pressed her thighs together and felt the chilled thrill of anticipation spread over her entire back and prick at her shoulders.

Harry placed his hands on the table on either side of her, caging her in and she felt his robe drape over the back of her shins, "What is this?"

Swallowing thickly she turned to look at him, his face so near she could feel his heat, and keeping a straight face (that she knew would just get her into even more trouble) she said, "I'm praying, Father. What does it look like I'm doing?"

She watched his eyes travel down her outfit and then back up to her face, "It looks like you're asking to be spanked right now. Where did you get this?" He tugged at her tunic.

"I bought it with my own money. Why? Do you like it?"

"Not what I asked," something dark flashed behind his eyes and Y/n knew she was in for it.

Y/n feigned confidence, blinking at him with a soft smile, "But do you like it?"

The priest's jaw ticked as he narrowed his eyes, "Back in position, pet. Continue praying."

She turned back toward the table and closed her eyes when she felt Harry's hands ghost up her bare thighs and then lift the fabric of her tunic up and over her ass. His hands were warm on her bum, large palms smoothing over her skin as she felt her body tremble.

"Keep praying to God. I'll be back to penance you."

All those yummy electrifying, spine-tingling zaps Y/n loved so much were firing off all over her body. Every bit of her skin was sizzling in expectation. She knew he'd spank her by the way he'd pulled her tunic up over her ass. The humiliating position would have anyone faltering, but Y/n fed on it. Needed it.

She recited her prayer of contrition, the simplest of prayers, "Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. Lord Jesus, Son of God…" And as she was mindlessly mumbling the words, not taking them to heart (because she was a sinner after all), she peeked toward the hallway with one eye and saw Harry step into the living room holding her special leather-bound paddle. It was her Goldilocks paddle. The one that was just right. It wasn't the least painful of the collection but it also wasn't the most painful either. And Harry had brought it out knowing this. Knowing it was her favorite.

Her heart tugged in her chest the closer he got and then he was stood over her frame, still in his vestments. The soft breeze of his movement against her bare bottom filled her veins with chilled water that cracked into ice when he dropped to his knees behind her.

A feather-light hand skimmed the back of her thighs as he pressed his other hand between her shoulder blades to push her down against the wood of the table, her bare breasts under her tunic tightened at the pressure of being face down.

"Keep praying out loud as I absolve you with this paddle."

Her cheek was smushed into the wood as she clumsily spoke the prayer of contrition when he struck her with the first blow of the leather against the soft skin of her bum.

She gasped as her pulse sparked, "… have mercy on m –me… a sinner…"

The second stinging smack against her skin was better than the first. She could feel his hand press into her low back to keep her steady, her tunic pushed up to her mid-torso. The fiery heat of his palm on her skin lit up her insides when he issued a third and then a fourth.

She hiccuped her words between panted breaths and burning skin, "Lord…" a sharp inhale pulled in through her teeth, "… Jesus, S –Son of God…"

Y/n loved getting spanked. It was her favorite, punishment or not. And the priest knew it too. Which told her she wasn't in all that much trouble. He was putting on a show, just like she was. Paddling her pretty bare ass was his pleasure just as much as it was hers. Every biting swat sent a thrum between her legs that settled into an empty ache.

Even for Harry, as he swatted his pet with her favorite paddle he had to concentrate so that he didn't just give in to his lust. She looked… naughty. Beautiful. He didn't know how she always took his breath away but she did. She was his most coveted, most treasured thing. While the men in his church would go to him for confession and talk about losing interest in their wives (even newly married men in their 20s) or having seen a pretty new thing and wanting to trade the old for the new… the priest couldn't wrap his mind around ever looking at Y/n like she could be traded in. His obsession with her hummed in his body constantly. She was his everything. His perfect match. His soulmate.

The haze in the room grew thick between them as Harry dropped the paddle. He was overwhelmed already. When he had first arrived home he wanted to just hold her and lie with her and talk about his day but she was offering something a little more therapeutic with her sexy nun costume. She always seemed to just know what he needed, even more than he did.

The priest slid his palms up her thighs and teased at the curve of her ass, making her stomach tighten as she was now speaking in breaths barely above a whisper, too loud and the moment would fizzle she feared, "Lord Jesus, Son of God…"

She puffed out a shaky breath as his fingers slid up toward where she was already wet for him. Vibrating, aching, empty…

The brush of his fingers over her entrance should have been the warning she needed that he was going to push one inside of her, but she still gasped in surprise when he did. Harry's deep groan reverberated down her spine as he fucked her slowly with his finger and pressure built in her guts as she kept herself still, lying over the table in compliance for him.

In and out, he fucked into her with his thick digit and then a swat to her bottom with his big palm sent a toe-curling rattle through her nervous system. That was her favorite method of being spanked. With his bare hand. She loved the leather paddle but nothing was better than having her Father's hands on her skin. Nothing.

When he pulled his finger out and grasped the back of her neck, he turned her to face him, rising to his feet as she stayed kneeling before him. The corners of her vision were blurred with hazy lust as she looked into his eyes, the green of his irises all but melted away into the darkness of his pupils. Liquid lead, darker than shadow. It was that possessive gaze that told her she was his and his alone. Not even God could have her.

"It's in our nature to be sinful. Even for me, you are a temptation I cannot resist. My forbidden fruit, so ripe and sweet just for me."

"Just for you, Father."

His fingers wrapped around the front of her neck as he pulled her up to stand in front of him, his tight grip pinching into the sides of her throat, "Just for me."

He pulled her against his chest and softly grazed his teeth over her neck, drawing warmth upward to her jaw as he sponged his lips toward her mouth. And when he moaned at the contact she melted into him as one of his arms wrapped tight around her low back. Her tunic was still folded above her ass and she felt his other hand grope at her cheek.

Soft and damp kisses with the tip of his tongue made her dizzy in his arms until he parted from the kiss with a gasp, "In the room now. Get on the bed."

Y/n felt like she was floating as she moved one foot in front of the other toward their room, heels clacking against the wooden floor until she stepped over the wool rug underneath the bed.

She climbed up and sat to her bottom as the priest followed close behind and lifted her legs one by one, pulling her heels off for her.

Y/n knew what she was doing when she skipped her panties and now her reward was his graveled sigh as he spread her legs apart and pinched at her thighs. He swiftly pulled his pants down and moved his robe to the side, eyes burning down at her, "Pretty little nun forgot her undergarments, didn't she?"

Nodding softly, she bit her lip as she let her eyes coast down to where he was gripping his thick length and aiming it at her cunt, the warm tip dragging through her wet crease.

"Forgive me, Father. I forgot."

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, the smallest expression of humor on his face, "You want my forgiveness and then follow up with a lie? Now we both know you didn't forget. My pet did this on purpose."

A throaty moan was forced from her chest when he buried himself in. He pulled at her thighs to drag her ass closer to the edge of the bed as he lifted her hips slightly upward for easier access.

And that's why she had done it all. For that exact thing. So he'd lose his mind and fuck her to within an inch of her life. So he'd spank her and place his hands on her, give her all his attention, and quell the empty ache.

He let out a ragged moan as he admired how his cock disappeared into her pussy. It'd always be one of his favorite views. With her thighs locked around his waist he rocked into her with heavy thuds, bottoming out and watching as her face scrunched and she hissed. The bite of pain from having her guts punched so deep was just another issuance of her penance.

But the pain of it, the way he stretched her out on his big cock, forced himself into her tummy… it unraveled all the tense stress of the day in an instant and soon her body was pliable and molding. Every thrust sparked a need for more, more, more… and her need for more was only sated by his next plunge through her gushy walls. It needed to feel that way. To ache and burn and pinch.

Y/n reached to place her hand over the top of his where he held her thigh, "Oh ffff… god!"

"So dirty and needy…" he panted. "My poor pet. Nothing to do but make sure she's satisfied, yeah?"

"Mmm…" her moan was punched out of her body as Harry thrust in sharply.

Molten heat spread through her muscles, starting with where he was plowing into her with his big cock and traveling up her naval to her chest.

"Rub your pretty pussy for me. Show me how good you do it," Harry's words were slurred as he slid his eyes down to her neglected, throbbing clit. She needed just a little more and he loved watching her do it.

Her choked groan filled the room as he slid in and out of her pussy in long, heavy strokes, wet and slushy. His swollen ridges fit into her grooves as his tip dragged through the spongy spot at her front wall until she tipped and singed and cried out.

A succession of puffed breaths left his mouth as he felt her spasm around his slick length and her legs vibrated, back arching sharply as she released around him. Milking, suctioning…

He gritted his teeth and watched his pretty pet in her orgasm. Like an angel, warm, glowing, exalting the most high.

Dropping her legs he climbed over her body, cock tucked inside of her to the hilt as he pushed a hand behind her head and under the sheer veil on her head as he pumped his come into her pulsing walls, coating her cervix with his warm spend.

She felt his lips capture hers as he groaned into her mouth, his cock twitching and throbbing his release into her guts.

The squeaky springs under her back slowed as he caught his breath and softly smeared his mouth over hers as she sighed in relief.

Her heart still smoldered for him. The pang of her despair was softened with him lying heavy over her body post-orgasm but she would never not ache for him. Running her hand up and down his sides over the smooth material she kissed him back and smiled when she felt his lips quirk upward in a grin.

"You always know how to get me going, naughty thing," he'd pulled away and moved his thumb along her temple.

"I know you better than anyone, Father."

His searing gaze was soulful and deep, full of love and adoration for his pet, "Never thought I'd want to fuck a nun before."

A sputtered laugh poured from her mouth, "So you did like the costume. Knew you would."

"Think it's less about the costume and more about who's wearing it, pet. But I do like it. Yes."

They fell into silence as the priest ran his nose against Y/n's before he pushed himself up and brought her with him, "Now go take off this blasphemous outfit and put your collar back on."

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Forgive me, Father!

Summary: you have something to confess and Nanami is more than willing to hear you out Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: porn with little plot, fem!reader, dubcon, improper use of a confessional booth, manhandling, choking, unprotected sex, cursing, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, squirting, blowjob, fingering, not proofread

Priest!Nanami waits for you in the confessional booth. He’s the local priest that everyone trusts, he even teaches at the orphanage, providing a stable figure for all the lost souls born here and that pass through. 

“What brings you here, my child?”

Priest!Nanami’s voice is deep and gruff, vibrating against the thick wood of the booth. It pierces your core, travelling straight to your pussy. You press your legs together. This is bad, so very bad. You shouldn’t be feeling this way for him; he’s a good man, an upstanding citizen, a pillar of the community. 

“F-forgive me, Father. I’ve been having bad thoughts, and I don’t know what to do.”

Priest!Nanami hums. You can see his figure through the privacy screen, the perforated divide granting only slight view of his cassock, the black robe a familiar sight, as you rest your knees on the kneeler, clasping your hands at your chest. 

“Bad thoughts, you say?” He asks. “What kind of bad thoughts, my dear?”

Lips quivering you answer, “I don’t think I should say, Father. I’d hate for you to resent me.”

Priest!Nanami insists, “Oh, but how can I guide you if I do not know what path you stray down?”

“Father, I’ve been thinking of you, wondering how your body feels under your robe and dreaming of your taste. I’m so terribly sorry, Father. Forgive me!”

Priest!Nanami chuckles. 

“That is very bad, indeed. I fear you have been possessed by a lustful spirit, and it must be repelled before it consumes you wholeheartedly.”

You trust him with your life, just as everyone does, so when he slides the slot beneath the privacy screen to the side, you don’t hesitate to part your lips to suck up the healing essence of his holy sceptre. 

It coats your lips, salty and scalding, as you widen your jaw to take as much of him down as you can.

“Very good, my dear,” he groans. “Just a little more and you’ll be healed in no time.”

His huge cock head presses against the back of your throat, the veins rubbing against your tongue, and he begins making shallow thrusts into your hot, wet mouth. 

Priest!Nanami makes a low groan and it travels straight to your pussy, urging you to take him deeper, tongue swirling around the underside of the head.

"You have a gifted mouth -ha- very gifted, indeed," he praises.

You needed this so badly. So many nights spent wondering how he feels and now your throat is being stretched to the very shape of his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the wetness of your pussy coating your inner thighs. One hand slides down your belly, pushing your dress up so you can soothe the ache. 

Priest!Nanami pulls his cock away, ignoring your whines of complaint, and through the holes of the privacy screen, he chastises you, “Now now, you know better than to feed that demonic spirit with shallow pleasure. Only a trained professional can wash away that which plagues you.”

“Yes, Father.”

Priest!Nanami makes shuffling noises in his side, and with a candle as your only source of light in the penitent’s chamber, you can only see only he hasn't abandoned you, leaving you aching and soaked.

The door bangs open, light blinding you momentarily, and you stare up at the silhouette of a tall, broad figure blocking you from view. You’re still kneeling, lips glistening. He appears before you, like an angel of the night.

Priest!Nanami is smiling, glasses hiding his eyes but you know they’re gliding down your form, stopping at your heaving breasts and your exposed thighs. 

“Turn and face the wall,” he barks, and then adds, “Spread your legs.”

Clambering to position, you do as he says, pressing your hands to the cold wood and keeping your legs apart. The door shuts and you’re once again encased in partial darkness. A firm hand palms your hip, and you jolt with the sudden heat. 

He yanks you closer to him, ass jutting out whilst your back arches. Something long and hard presses against you. You clench down onto nothing.

“So well behaved, the Lord would be very pleased,” he mutters into your ear, hot breath tickling you. 

With one hand still on your hip, the other slides across your stomach, spreading heat there before it climbs up, palming a breast and relishing in the weight. His finger tweaks the nipple poking through the thin material, blunt nails scratching your taut bud. 

“Father!” You gasp, ass grinding back onto him much harder than before. Your back arches painfully. 

“It is alright, my dear. It is all part of the process — we must relieve you of this evil.”

Priest!Nanami yanks the neckline, revealing your breasts. They bounce with the force and graze the wooden wall. You moan. And then the hand on your hip is inching downwards, gathering the skirt of your dress into a fist which he orders you to keep up whilst his hand explores further the apex of your thighs. 

His fingers touch the soaked gusset of your panties and together you groan. 

Huskily, he chuckles, “I see this is a particularly powerful spirit; you’re so desperately trying to expel its force. But be not afraid, my child, I will search deep within and seek it out for you.”

With expert work, he pushes your panties to the side and coats his fingers with your juice, using the lubricant to circle your clit. You squeal. The untainted hands of the priest feel smooth against your smouldering flesh as he rubs that bundle of nerves with unyielding pressure. 

Priest!Nanami’s mouth descends on the crook of your neck, sucking the salt of your skin before licking a stripe up the expanse. His fingers go lower, pressing inside your pulsing hole.

“You’re so tight, my dear. I see I’ll have to take extra care to alleviate you of your ailment.”

He curls those fingers inside, pressing hard against that spongy spot inside you that has you leaking onto his fingers even more. Again and again, he thrusts those fingers in, making sure to hit that spot over and over, ignoring the whimpers leaving your lips. Sloshing and plopping resound in the space, there’s no shame left inside you to care about the indecent sounds he’s wrangling out of your sloppy cunt.

“Oh, Father! I think I feel the spirit leaving,” you yelp.

He mouths at your jaw, teeth scraping the skin gently but with the promise of pain, before his thumb circles your clit. And then you’re shaking, back arching and mouth slacking as you feel the pressure inside burst. An elongated moan departs your lips, reverberating against the walls. 

You're struggling to keep your dress up with one hand, whilst the other holds you up on the wall. Your limbs are aching, just like your insides, melting like candle wax, flooding down your legs..

“Well done, child. Fight against the demonic spirit, just like that,” he coos as you ride his fingers. 

“Father? Are you in there?”

 Another voice rings out. It’s dull, coming from the outside. You still. 

Priest!Nanami doesn’t respond. But he removes his fingers from inside your pussy, smearing your wetness all over your lips before pushing them inside your mouth. You suckle with no complaints. 

In a low warning, he orders, “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me, yes?”

You nod. 

Without hearing any rustling, he retrieves his cock from the confines of his trousers and rubs them along your slit. He’s so hard and hot, you’re resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs around it. Back and forth, he coats his length with your juices, squelches sounding out. His cock head catches on your clit, and you moan around his fingers. 

“Father, may I come in? I’d like to talk to you about my son’s struggles in school. I fear I am not equipped to provide the necessary support and would like your guidance.”

Priest!Nanami he pierces your pussy with his throbbing cock. You scream into his palm, eyes rolling back. And with no further warnings, he’s dragging your hips back and forth, up and down his length. 

Priest!Nanami scolds you, “Fuck, you’re so tight, my dear. What a devious cunt, trying to milk my cock before I can even -ngh- exorcise you of this demon.”

The stretch is immaculate, forcing your wet cavern to memorise the shape just as your throat had. And his cock pokes your sensitive point with every thrust, drawing dulled moans after moans from your drooling mouth, with every slap slap slap.

Messy and squelching, your pussy cries out at the huge intrusion, sucking him in and pushing him out simultaneously. He’s churning your pulsing insides, dragging his cock head all the way to that tight ring at your entrance before ramming back inside.

Priest!Nanami grunts in your ear, “You must have done -ngh- something very wrong for our Heavenly Father to weaken his protection over you, otherwise you would not have been so -ha- vulnerable to such a potent malevolent spirit.”

“I’m sorry, Father,” you beg, his fingers leaving your mouth so he can pinch your nipple, pulling it taut. “But I’m so scared!”

“No need to fret, child. I will -ha- eradicate you of all that is holding you -so tight- back from enlightenment.”

He’s pummelling his cock harder and faster inside of you, the tip kissing your cervix in a way that has you seeing his stars. Letting go of your hip, he uses his to force you into submission, skin slapping and juices flying as he knocks you back with the force. 

Priest!Nanami’s hand circles your throat, squeezing every time you clench down on his cock. He’s robbing you of air, head growing lightheaded with the pressure. Your hips push back onto his. 

“Father? I'm very worried for my son.”

Her pleadings continue, unacknowledged and barely heard, as he reaches deeper inside you, heavy balls slapping against your clit. You can’t ponder too long on the desperation in her voice because the priest is turning your face around to kiss you. 

Priest!Nanami’s tongue dives into your mouth, seeking yours. The kiss is wet and sloppy just as you are down there, and he’s grunting with every thrust. You’re both growing more and more desperate for release, his cock ramming inside your tight cunt with an increasing tempo. 

“The spirit is weakening; can you feel it?” He enquires, hand leaving your breast to pull yours away from your dress, guiding it, instead, to your lower abdomen. You can feel the outline of his massive cock going in and out. He presses your hand harder. 

You feel that pressure inside grow, a sudden desire to pee overcoming you. 

“No, Father! I can’t!” You whimper against the wall, hoping that the woman outside can't hear the way you’re panting, how your pussy is weeping, and how he's pounding you so hard you're seeing stars. He growls encouragements in your ear, fuelling your own pleasure. 

Priest!Nanami kisses the back of your neck through the layer of sweat, tasting your skin. He leaves your hand and rubs your clit once more. 

You cum.

Your vision goes black, a scream lodged in your throat as you squirt all over his cock, soaking his length and splashing against the wood. 

“That’s it. Keep fucking yourself onto my cock,” he groans, still rubbing your clit as he himself cums with one hard, final thrust. Warmth explodes inside of you, painting your walls with his holy essence, punishing that demon within until it quietens down. “What a heavenly pussy, milking me so good. Such a good girl.”

“F-father? I’ll come back later,” the woman stammers. 

In the distance, you hear the quick patter of feet fading further away. 

You fall limp within his arm, heaving and still spasming from the effects of your orgasm. He holds you up in his arms, kissing your neck and whispering soothing compliments. 

Priest!Nanami slumps onto the floor, taking you with him. Your head rests on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart as he catches his breath too. His clergy collar is askew, and you fix it for him with a shaky hand. He grabs it and presses a kiss to your knuckles. 

“That was a good one, Kenny,” you breathe out with a giggle. “I told you you’d enjoy it.”

He grunts in agreement. “You’re always right, honey.”

“Of course, I am. But hey! For someone who was so reluctant, you were incredible.”

He kisses your forehead. 

“I think you were incredible. Your acting skills have certainly improved.”

You laugh. “You weren’t so bad yourself — you had me believing I actually have a demon inside.”

Husband!Nanami blushes and his eyes dart up to the door, a hand groping your breast like his own personal stress ball, and with a sheepish tone, he admits, “The real priest is going to have a lot to deal with after this.”

You bolt upright. “Speaking of the real priest, his break is ending any minute now, we should get going!”

The door slams open and you both look up at an unimpressed man, long hair tied up into a bun as he sighs. 

“You two again?”

[exqorcism]

MILLION DOLLAR MAN. ━ father charlie mayhew ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✿ ⋆˚⊹

∙ a/n. took ages but it's based on this thought of mine & a lana del rey song (loosely) ♡ this shit is really kinky & not for everyone, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! i'm sorry...

∙ warnings. PURE FILTH. i mean it. corpses, death, all that grotesquerie stuff... slight masochism!? charlie and reader are equally mentally ill... really. blood kink, blasphemy, charlie refers to himself as "god", praise, oral (f&m receiving), multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, knife play, whipping, crying, blood once again. ∙ wc. 3534

❝ 𝕿hat's... beautiful", you smiled, staring at Charlie's work; twelve corpses ━ homeless people, to be exact ━ positioned to resemble The Last Supper.

You couldn't help but smirk at the sight; the man Charlie put in the middle was positioned in a way that represented Jesus. You knew him; he had asked you for money many times, claiming he was hungry ━ you had suspected he spent every penny on meth, though.

You believed Charlie wholeheartedly when he claimed that all he did was for greater good. You weren't scared nor worried ━ if anything, you admired him and his dedication to everything he believed in. You watched him stand in the middle of the abandoned Church, admiring his own work; the image making your heart beat faster. He was covered in blood of his victims, and you should feel ashamed for the heat pooling low in your stomach ━ but you didn't.

Your careful steps echoed in the air as you walked over to Charlie, and he was quick to wrap his arms around you, his chest pressing against your back, covering your little dress with blood in the process.

A rush of adrenaline filled your chest as you hummed, Charlie's touch gentle and soft ━ as you looked at the blasphemous image in front of you, you wondered how'd he get that way. He never talked about his past; saying that all he needed was now, in front of him, clear as day.

"Look at our masterpiece, Angel", his low voice cut through the air like a knife ━ and in the moment you realised that maybe he was worth cutting yourself for.

"Our? I barely did anything", you chuckled, his presence behind you comforting; he was so big, muscular, making you feel safe; how ironic, you thought, looking at the image in front of you.

Charlie's crimson hand lingered on your neck, before he grabbed your chin, making you turn your head towards him.

"You're here, with me", he whispered, his words meaningful, familiar spark in his eyes; the very one that made you fall in love with him. Charlie's thumb rubbed against your lower lip, smearing the blood all over it, adoration overcoming his features as he looked at you. "And it's enough".

You turned to face him fully, taking his thumb into your mouth slowly; Charlie's eyes darkened and he swallowed hard, pressing it down on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his digit, lapping at the blood, the taste making your head spin. You held onto his forearm, and he pulled you closer, grabbing a fistful of your hair, his sick need matching your own.

Before you knew it, you were pressed flush against the wall with Charlie's lips on yours ━ tongues meeting in a chaotic dance, rolling over each other messily.

"I'd follow you anywhere", you breathed out when he moved down to nib at your neck. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating against your throat in the most delicious way. "Anywhere".

"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?", you chanted, your knees cushioned by the padded kneeler. Charlie hummed softly; your words filled the air like the most beautiful song.

A mix of incense and Charlie's strong cologne reached your nostrils, somewhat comforting and calming as you felt his presence behind you.

"Beautiful", he muttered, almost as if he was speaking to himself. Your heart fluttered at the praise as you shifted, the sheer dress you wore rising up your thighs with the movement. "Go on".

"The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?", your eyes opened, lashes fluttering at the sight of Charlie; he towered over your kneeling form, looking down at you with a hint of awe and adoration in his features. You eyed his chest, covered only by a see-through, white gown ━ he looked like an angel, which, in your eyes, he was.

"And who is your Lord?", Charlie's hand was now in your hair, forcing you to meet his hard, demanding gaze. You meant it when you answered: "You. It's you, Charlie. You're the only God I want to worship".

He expected these words to leave your mouth, but he could never tire of hearing them. You spoke with such confidence, not a trace of regret or fear in your voice, and his his cock twitched at the sight; you were so obedient, so good to him.

Charlie offered you a hand, which you gladly accepted, getting up from the kneeler. Your legs shook slightly as he pulled you close, one of his hands on your face, the other grabbing your hip. His thumb brushed against your cheek, the gesture gentle and loving, his eyes scanning over your face.

"You've been so good for me", he whispered, and you leaned into his touch, pressing your body even closer to his; it simply was never enough. "I love you".

His lips pressed against yours, deliberately and slowly, as if you had all the time in the world. His smell lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Charlie bit your bottom lip, drawing blood in process, lapping at the crimson liquid greedily, careful not to miss a drop. You whined, and Charlie was quick to lift you up in his arms, walking over to the altar.

You tried to deepen the kiss, but Charlie had other plans, dropping you on a wooden chair; the very one he sat in during masses and preaches.

"Greed is a sin", he whispered in a serious tone, brushing his lips against yours for the last time, before he fell to his knees before you. "Patience, my Angel".

You watched with wide eyes and heaving chest as Charlie spread your legs as wide as he could, lifting your dress ━ he gazed up at you, caressing the soft skin of your thighs with his big hands. You shivered when he tugged at the waistband of your lacy thong, and your hips rose up immediately, allowing him to pull it down your legs.

The cold air hitting your ━ now exposed ━ pussy made you gasp, as you clutched the edges of the chair tightly. Charlie chuckled darkly, watching the way your little hole clenched in anticipation.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pressing soft kisses around your pussy, giving you a sneak peek of what was about to come.

"You're mine to worship", he bit back a moan at the taste of your soft skin, and he didn't even get to the best part yet. "Mine to love", he met your gaze, and you nodded mindlessly, getting lost in his dark irises. "Mine to fuck".

As soon as the words left his mouth, he licked a deliberate stripe from your opening to your clit. Your head fell back, the rush of sitting on the specific chair while having his mouth on you made you feel so powerful. Charlie's tongue moved with purpose, circling around your clit slowly, before sucking it into his mouth. Your breaths came out in shallow gasps, the occasional groans leaving his mouth vibrating against your core, causing you to shake in his grasp.

"Charlie, fuck", you moaned, tugging at his hair, knowing how much he liked it. His eyes fluttered shut as he teased your entrance with the very tip of his tongue, lapping at the arousal that continued to drip out of you. "God, I'm━ I'm sorry, I'm gonna cum", you cried out; the endless flicks of his tongue, the groans leaving his mouth, the sight of his beautiful face between your legs ━ it became too much, fire pooled in your lower abdomen, ready to explode any second now.

Your loud cry echoed across the empty church as you came, and Charlie's eyes snapped open to watch as your face twisted in pleasure, a mixture of curses and shallow gasps leaving your mouth, and he swore he could cum from the sight alone.

He lapped at your pussy, eager to taste every single drop you had to offer. You twitched in overstimulation, slowly coming down from your high, sighing in relief when Charlie moved to kiss your inner thighs lovingly.

Not even five minutes later, you were already in Charlie's room, bloody clothes laying all over the floor; the memory of your latest crime, how you stood by his side the whole time ━ it made Charlie even needier.

You run your hands over his biceps at which desperate groan left his mouth ━ then he was quick to take the butt-less leather chaps and gown off his body before pushing you onto the bed.

Sick smile appeared on Charlie's mouth as he grabbed the metal-covered whip, along with a knife from his drawer; a rush of adrenaline run down your spine at the sight.

You took a second to admire his well-trained body as his back faced you, his muscles clenching as he moved around the room to get everything he needed. You were already breathless, and when he started moving towards you, his gaze predatory and dangerous, you were shaking. Not an ounce of fear in your body as he placed the items on the bedside table, his cock bobbing in the air as he walked; your mouth watered at the sight and his size that never failed to amaze you.

"Get on the floor". The harshness of his voice was enough for you to obey, sinking down on your knees right in front of him. "Worship your man. Let's see if you can handle me", he teased, knowing that in fact, you could, even if you struggled and choked. He challenged you, but you just smiled, knowing that the tables would turn soon enough.

"You know I can, Father", his cock twitched at the nickname ━ before he could respond, you were already grabbing his thighs, face to face with his giant cock, pressing a soft kiss on the tip. He hummed, satisfied, running a hand through your hair, tugging at it, forcing you to open your mouth a little wider. You smirked up at him before obeying, taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue and pressing it against the underside. You hollowed your cheeks, beginning to bob your head, taking more and more of him in the process, getting used to his size slowly but surely.

"Fuck, you have the dirtiest little mouth", Charlie groaned, watching you, beginning to thrust into your mouth as he grew needier. You struggled as he hit the back of your throat, your eyes falling open to look at him. His head fell back, chest heaving with uneven breaths, and you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you to him, still. You quickly replaced your mouth with your hands, wrapping them around his shaft, jerking him off. Your tongue darted out to lap at his balls, massive and full of cum, and a satisfied moan left your mouth; you loved pleasuring him almost as much as he loved seeing you on your knees for him.

Shameless groan left Charlie's mouth, your small hands around him and your mouth on his balls driving him crazy. "I need to feel you. Now".

Your eyes fell open and you moved to take him in your mouth again, causing Charlie to hiss, taking a mental note to punish you for disobeying him later. Yet he couldn't pull away, not now ━ not when your mouth felt so good, so warm and welcoming. He thrusted his hips lazily, and you stopped your movements, letting him take the lead.

"You fucking love it, don't you? You love choking on my dick. You love letting me use your mouth however I please", he panted, feeling himself getting close, the obscene sounds leaving your mouth only spurring him on further. You tried to nod, which was nearly impossible with the speed in which he was fucking your throat.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, swallow it, swallow it all", he hissed, head falling back; your nails digged into his thighs, soft moan leaving your occupied mouth, and that seemed to be his last straw.

His cock twitched, and spurts of his hot cum finally painted your tongue and the back of your throat.

He pulled off your mouth with a swift movement, and you swallowed every single drop, the taste making you whimper, as you tried to catch your breath.

"Good fucking girl. Show me", he grabbed your chin, pressing his thumb against your lower lip; you obeyed, chest heaving with uneven breaths and throat sore, as you sticked your tongue out. His eyes darkened, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth, before he forced you to stand up, only to practically throw you on the bed like a doll.

Charlie grabbed the knife from a nightstand; your eyes widened and your legs closed, a spark of excitement running down your spine.

Charlie spread your legs, kneeling in between them; knife forgotten for just a second as he tugged at your dress, determined to get it off your body. It was thrown on the floor in an instant, and he was already lining himself up with your entrance.

You moaned in unison when his tip stretched you out ━ smug smile adorning his face at the visible impatience building within you.

"You're so tight", he rasped, pressing your thigh against the mattress. You cried out when he buried himself inside of you fully in one, swift movement. Your walls struggled to adjust to his size, and you tried to catch your breath. "So warm. My God. You really are an Angel, aren't you?", Charlie muttered, grabbing the knife while beginning to thrust into you ━ and your pussy clenched at the sight.

Then he pressed the flat side of the knife against your skin; the coldness on your burning skin made you gasp. The feeling of Charlie's thick cock fucking into you over and over again, combined with the thrill of being completely at his mercy making you gush.

"You have no idea how badly I want to cut my name into your skin", he groaned, pressing the blade into your skin lightly. You gripped at the sheets and your head fell back. The sound of your skin slamming together filled the room, along with your cries, and Charlie's loud breathing.

"Do it", you begged, and Charlie's hand wrapped around your throat, cutting your airflow in an instant.

You should be scared; he was the one having all the control, and, most importantly, he held the knife against your skin. Yet, in your sick mind, there was no room for fear ━ not when he slammed into you as if his life depended on it, mumbling incoherent praises right above you.

The truth was, you had all the power over him; he sacrificed everything for you, only for you.

So when the blade pressed into the skin on your chest, cutting through it, some blood flowing out of the wound ━ all you did was moan, feeling your orgasm taking over you slowly ━ and Charlie's hand left your throat, letting you take a deep breath.

"I'm going to cum", you cried out, the sharp sting of where he cut a big C into your skin leaving you whimpering.

Your blood covered his chest and stomach as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours, running the flat side of his knife over your cheek. The pain combined with pleasure of his restless thrusts sent you spiralling, and your back arched into the air as you soaked his cock.

"Good fucking girl. Come on, give me everything you got", he talked you through the waves of pleasure, sick smile on his face as he watched you cry from overstimulation. You took a second to calm down, enjoying the way he was balls deep inside you, pressing wet kisses down your neck. His hips grinded against yours involuntarily when he reached the bloody C carved out on your chest; he greedily licked at the wound, groaning at the taste.

You whimpered, letting him clean you of your own blood, before you gained enough strength to push him back against the bed, sinking down on his cock.

Charlie's eyes widened ━ he was partially surprised at your sudden dominance; he wouldn't let you do it often; but this time, it just felt right.

You lifted yourself enough to reach the whip from the nightstand. Charlie understood; he understood immediately, sitting up, as you sink down on his thick cock yet again. Some more blood flowed down your body, and he was unable to look away, his eyes almost pleading.

"How many?", you asked casually, although your voice was strangled, your cunt spasming around him in anticipation.

But there was no answer from him. So, smiling wildly, you swinged and whipped his back; the metal cutting through his skin.

Charlie cried out, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. The pain left him trembling, and you were quick to press a soft kiss against his lips. Charlie responded immediately, whimpering into your mouth, his hips snapping upward to meet yours.

"I asked you a question", you whispered, tugging on his hair.

"I... Five. Angel━ J-Just move", he pleaded, and you smiled sweetly; the contrast between the delicious roll of your hips and the whip cutting through his skin yet again made him lightheaded, and he only imagined how much blood flowed from the wounds.

"You're doing so good for me", you praised, beginning to ride him in an inhuman speed, switching between grinding your hips down and bouncing on his big cock. The stretch made you moan, and Charlie was unable to speak, feeling as if he could cum any second now.

Third whip and he was begging you to stop, yet you knew that's not what he wanted. His eyes pleading and wide, and before he knew it, he was cumming inside of you, biting on your shoulder, a desperate cry leaving his mouth.

"Good boy", and you bounced faster, trying to distract him from the pain as you lashed him for the fourth time. "Doin' so good for me. You need to take this. It's your penance". And he was nodding, knowing you were right ━ and he was ready to take any kind of punishment if it meant he could be with you.

After the fifth and last whip, Charlie fell back on the bed, his chest heaving with uneven breaths. He was paralysed ━ more from the pleasure and overstimulation than pain. You let the whip fall on the floor, giving him a minute to breathe.

But Charlie was needy ━ no, he was desperate to feel you trembling under him. A squeal left your mouth when he lifted you off him, pressing your upper half flush against the bed. You arched your back, dizzy from pleasure and need ━ your hips grinding into the air in search of his cock again.

Charlie plunged into you again with one, swift movement, feeling as if he could cum again just at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him deliciously.

You were a whimpering mess when he started thrusting into you in an inhuman speed ━ and you were almost convinced that you could feel his cock in your throat from how deep he was.

"Say my name", he demanded, tugging on your hair, yanking your head back to rest against his chest. The change of angle caused you to gasp, and you did exactly what he asked: screamed his name, the sound echoing through the room and corridor. "You're taking me so good", he stilled for a moment, letting you buck back into him, enjoying the way your ass bounced with every movement.

Charlie, unable to control himself, spanked your ass, obsessed with the way your skin got red, the crimson handprints contrasting with your pale skin.

He let you fuck yourself on his cock, a creamy ring appearing at the base ━ his cum leaking out of your used hole with every sway of your hips. You clenched, holding onto his thighs for balance, and Charlie let go of your hair only to tilt your head towards him.

Your clouded eyes met his, and Charlie smiled lovingly, pressing his lips against yours ━ sweetly and gently.

"Cum for me, Angel", he whispered as you grinded your hips down, almost passing out from the intense pleasure. Your skin felt hot, legs ready to give out any second now.

Charlie sensed it immediately, and he helped you by thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway, a satisfied moan leaving both of you.

It wasn't long until he came inside of you, filling you to the brim for the second time. His orgasm triggered your own. Charlie caressed your sides until you stopped shaking, whispering soft praises into your ear.

A few minutes later you were cleaning Charlie's back, muttering occasional "sorry" when he hissed in pain.

"I'm taking you on a trip tomorrow", he said softly, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your delicate hands taking care of his back. You nodded, not pressing any further.

As long as you were with him, nothing else mattered.

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