#nsft cw

[chiott]

need a dom to "fuck i'm so sorry puppy, you just look so cute, i know it hurts, it'll feel good soon i promise, just be a good girl for me and take it all okay?" their way into getting me pregnant

[loubella77]

18+ mdni

[kalpalatas]

adore how the r-19 jp fandom is like "hirano would never do it without a condom 🙅🏻 he'd overthink the logistics 😔😔😔" and the E rated en fandom is like "creampie kink 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻"

[hierophililamb]

✧House of Worship✧

Tags/CW: religion, sacrilege, blasphemy, dubcon, internal genitalia, FxM, reader has internal genitalia, non-explicitly gendered reader, ‘cunt’ used

Your mind runs dizzy with unrealised guilt—seeking forgiveness for your life's many sins. Where else would you turn but the one place you have yet to try?

My first work on this blog! Please feel free to leave (constructive) criticisms. Full work under the read more:

I come to the church on a cold, dark evening. I’d never set foot in a place of worship until now, my mind racing with that incessant, desperate need for forgiveness. I push the heavy doors open, the warm space a stark contrast to the blustering winds outside.

I take a seat in the pews, somewhere towards the back. I haven’t earned a spot at the front… My eyes dart around the space—uncertain and ever-incredulous. I know I have no business being here, but I can’t bring myself to leave.

The sound of approaching footsteps alert me to his presence. I look up, my gaze darting over his black robes, his white collar, and eventually up to his face…that perfect face…

He asks if I need help, and I say I’m not sure. I’m not sure of much of anything at all. I tell him it’s my first time in a church, and he grins a sly smirk, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He motions to a door off the side of the sanctuary, and I follow just a few paces behind. We enter the vestry, and he gestures to the desk, encouraging me to take a seat.

Maybe we talk for a bit. Maybe I tell him about all that ails me. It isn’t long before he’s speaking of atonement and repentance—words I had no knowledge of. I ask him what they mean, and he takes my trembling hand in his. Within minutes, he has me on my knees learning to pray. He recites a line, and I repeat it back to him—on and on until I have them etched into my memory.

“Now,” he murmurs, coming behind me and looming over me, setting a possessive hand on my shoulder, “Say the whole thing.”

I start, reciting what I remember. At my first bluster, he takes me by the hair, pushing me forward until my face is pressed against the scratchy fibres of the carpet. He pulls my hips up…up…up… until they’re high in the air, my skirt doing little to cover the soft curve of my ass.

“Again.” he demands.

And again I begin reciting the prayer, barely making it through the first few lines before I once again stutter. The sharp smack of his hand against my ass makes me cry out, my eyes clenching shut. I grit my teeth, my mind racing.

“F-Father, I’m not sure—” Smack!

“You will not speak until you can recite the Lord’s Prayer by heart. Every time you mess up, you’ll be spanked, and you’ll start again. Now, from the top.”

I start, my voice unsteady as my fingers grasp at the carpet. My nails dig into the old, matted carpet. “O-our Father…who art in Heaven… H-Hallowed be thy name… T-til’ kingdom come…thy will be done… In… I-In Heaven—” Smack!

“Again.” 

Over and over, I repeat the prayer. By my eighth attempt, I’ve managed to get through the prayer, but the priest is far from finished. I feel a heavy hand grip at the hem of my skirt before it lifts over my ass, exposing the damp stain on my panties beneath.

“Oh… And what is this, my child…?” The priest muses, his hand tracing over the ever-growing dark spot. I shiver under his touch, my body instinctively arching against it. “My poor little lamb… All those meddlesome thoughts keeping you from reaching salvation…”

As he continues to stroke my sensitive slit over my panties, I feel myself coming undone. With every light touch, my body shudders in response, eliciting a series of whimpering moans. 

“Please… please, Father…” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Salvation? Relief? Atonement?

“That’s it, little lamb. Beg your Father for forgiveness. This is your penitence.” He lowers himself to his knees, undoing his robes as he takes my hips in his hands. He takes the hem of my panties, pulling them down to my knees and savouring the sight of my dripping, swollen cunt.

“Father… forgive me…” The words leave my lips like a prayer, soft and shaking.

“Start from the top, little lamb.”

I begin to recite my prayers as he lines himself up against my core, teasing my slick opening with the tip of his aching cock. “That’s it…” he coos, “once again…”

I do as he asks, sharply inhaling as he pushes into me. “F-fuck!”

“Ah-ah… Watch your language. This is a house of worship.” He punctuates his phrase with a hard thrust, bottoming out against my cervix. Christ looks down on me from his cross behind the altar and I wonder if what they say about his pity is true. The priest presses into me slowly, like the angel Gabriel feeding his spear into the mouth of a serpent. Each motion causes my body to lock up and submit. “Let’s try this again. From the beginning.”

My breath is  shallow as I feel God’s servant stretching me out. The holy man pulls himself out of me, keeping my lips spread wide. Exposed in this place of worship, he inspects my pulsing hole for the sins that hide within me. I am nothing but a vessel of penitence. He descends down into my body again, this time, with more speed and vigour. I could not bring myself to recite the holy words he demanded.

“Please Father, have mercy on my body.” “No mercy for the wicked. Confess and repent.” I felt him begin to swell as I soaked his cock in the warm wet velvet of my lust. 

He stirred my insides up, as though his body was trying to force the devil out of every crevasse. It was then when my mind went into a trance while the world around me dissolved. The words slipped out as though some spirit within took hold of  my tongue.

“Again.” he demanded as he grabbed the scruff of my neck, pulling me up to face the crucifix. I recited the prayer again, with less hesitation. “Again.” Three times he commanded my voice, and three times I obeyed. I felt my retribution coming in the form of his swelling shaft.

“Father forgive me.” I whimpered.

“Do you want to feel the grace of God, child?” His breath too became shallow.

“Please Father, I need it!”

“You want to feel his love filling you up?” His swelling stretched me to the brink.

“Father.” I could say nothing else before the Lord’s servant forced warm ropes of his blessing into my sinful slit. His forgiveness spilled out of me and down my thigh, pure and white like the wings of an angel.

[fossilized-beetle]

This is… really, really stupid.

[gyokutoll]

Haju making a not sad discussion about this topic challenge

I always talk about what Hotaru doesn’t enjoy or how he can’t establish his own preferences for a myriad of reasons, but I have decided to impart what he actually does enjoy.

Hotaru has had a lot of kinky s/x. It came with the territory of the hedonism he used to indulge in. So, because of that, he really enjoys intimacy and lovemaking if he has the option. He won’t express that it’s what he wants and prefers but it is.

This isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy rough s/x or anything heated, because he does. But the kind of s/x he wants above all is one heavy with emotional connection and closeness. His kink is basically being loved and appreciated. This man is tired and just wants to hold onto someone and take a break after the absolute gauntlet these last 7 years have been for him.

But he also doesn’t know how he’d be perceived for wanting that so he’s just like umm yes yep. Whatever. We’ll do it this way duehehshshtjsjsdj

Hotaru is so fucking funny he just wants to be held. He’s so mean and it’s because he wants to be held.

[twelve-thousand-pizzas]

There is no greater post nut regret than the kind you get after nutting to the thought of the most concerning ass frightening ass creepypasta character and then just laying there and fully realizing what you’ve done. Yeah.

[omenfailure]

Morgott moans when you kiss him. Send tweet

[loubella77]

[shiutsu]

2 extremes of aro ocs I have:

the aroace one(s) are completely repulsed/ avoidant/ignorant by sex & activities alike

& the alloaros are always horny.

[cinghialefedele]

The perfect match, you and me,

I enter, contagious,

You open up, saying welcome...

[angelheartzz]

are those Elfilin's BOOBEYS!?!?!?

First of all,, no?

I drew the little nipples that all mammals have on their stomachs, specifically those akin to a cat, which technically are their form boobs, however these are ANIMALS, which is vastly different than if I just drew a character who is perceived as a MINOR!! W straight up nude human boobs. Photo below is for reference for what I ACTUALLY DREW.

Secondly, Please never ask anything like this ever again?? For the sake of myself I’m going to assume this was supposed to be a lighthearted jest but that made me vastly uncomfortable and more so pissed off.

[ilbound]

first sunday back and all i have to say is : kaen isn't "hairy" in the conventional sense ( i mean, they've got velvet on their face if that counts ). but !! they do have a happy trail and "fur", if you catch my drift 😏

[fossilized-beetle]

Always fascinating to delve into how my asexuality plays such a huge role in my fictional fetishes and general love of violence and horror. Sex will always register as an act of violence towards my own body, whether from myself or from others, and the way it manifests in my love of non-con is super interesting to me. While I do enjoy my fair share of fluffy and vanilla smut, I’ve always found myself drifting towards the grisly, towards sexual violence, since they are one in the same to me. Where sex is, violence lingers. Where violence is, sex invades. And sex has always been a tool for me to utilize in the torment of my blorbos or as grounds for healing from previous sexual violence. It is not merely enough for violence to occur without sex or sex to take place without the threat of violence; they are a package deal, always intertwined, knotted together. It’s what makes them both so irresistible, and the lens of fiction allows me to freely explore this grotesque interest of mine.

[omenfailure]

Checking r/EldenRing is always such a bad idea, everyone there is suffering from some cerebral oxygen deficit. People are still going at the pedo-incest Mohg shit.

I get that would be the average, normie perception of Mohg. But please, there is more nuance to him and morals in the Lands Between are vastly different from ours. These people will moan at him kidnapping Miquella for the sole reason to sodomize him. Very telling of their character.

[chiott]

i think i'm ovulating so someone best come put a baby in me before i commit a heinous crime