#nsft cw

[sn4pping]

Don't  play  with  fire.  That  was  the  saying,  wasn't  it?  Julio  had  charm,  was  damn  good-looking,  and  knew  what  strings  to  pull.  But  that  wasn't  all.  Even  without  this  desperate  act,  Gabriel  would  have  made  a  deal  with  Julio.  His  heart  raced,  Gabriel's  pupils  dilated  as  adrenaline  shot  through  his  body.  The  thrill  was  better  than  any  illegal  car  race.  A  lustful,  stifled  moan  fell  from  the  young  man's  full  lips  as  Julio's  grip  tightened,  momentarily  choking  him.  Blue  eyes  closed,  lips  parted  slightly,  and  goose  bumps  appeared  on  his  arms,  all  caused  by  those  whispered  words  and  the  hot  breath  fanning  his  overly  sensitive  ear.  "Then  show  me  my  position,"  Gabe  whispered  in  a  bold  voice  before  being  turned  around.  A  satisfied  grin  appeared  on  his  lips  as  the  excitement  grew  to  an  almost  unbearable  level.  Gabe  pressed  the  palm  of  his  hand  against  the  cold  wall.  He  thrust  his  hips  out,  pressing  his  plump  buttocks  against  Julio's  crotch.  With  his  free  hand,  he  grabbed  Julio's  wrist  and  pushed  his  hand  inside  his  pants  over  his  growing  bulge.  "Can  you  feel  it?"  Gabriel  asked  looking  over  his  shoulder.  "Can  you  feel  how  hard  I  am  for  you?  Fuck,  I  need  you  so  bad."

"Interesting. We'll see how talented you really are soon." As he honed his dangerous charm, Julio became skilled at reading others—assessing weaknesses like a predator sizing up its prey. His reputation as someone who could either uplift or destroy an individual with mere words spread quickly among the youth who sought thrill and adventure. There was something exhilarating about Gabe; perhaps it was his innocence juxtaposed against Julio's seasoned aura or maybe how effortlessly he inhaled everything life had to offer. Julio found himself captivated by this magnetic figure exploring without hesitation what most would never dare. In those charged moments between them, desire blurred into danger, the air crackled with intensity, as he expertly flipped the other young man over - pinning him against the wall again. He reveled in control moving seamlessly between arrogance and allure, while squeezing tighter as requested—even though their worlds promised chaos ahead—and whispered lowly near his ear: "You are in no position to make any demands here boy." With eyes full of raw lust, mirroring unrestrained longing thinly veiled beneath layers of intimidation, he whispered dangerously. "You better not make any empty promises, because I don't take well to those, Gabriel." And with that, he got rid of the other's belt and unbuttoned his pants forcefully.

[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?

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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.

[loubella77]

18+ mdni

[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

[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.

[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 😏

[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

[kiigan]

just imagining the horrific buzzkill of itachi doing oral, pausing, and then coughing up blood like 'no it's okay that happens when my blood pressure rises'

...omg this should NOT be funny! 😂

It would definitely not stop Itachi, he's committed enough. And have you seen how pretty he looked in the battle with Sasuke when he was literally dying? Bonus points if his partner is into bloodplay, even!

[switch-puppygirl]

the best part of riding my love and facing him is watching his smile fade away and his face gets red and his breath get heavy and then he grabs my hips firmly and help me move up and down and and

[loubella77]

[kurthorton-moving]

i am once again thinking ab kurt getting fisted thank you

[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.

[kupieluv]

Do guys fantasize about just eating a girl out or what?

[ad-nai]

tbh adam doesn't blame lucifer for his wives' transgressions because he has regressive views on women ( even though he does ) but because lucifer was an angel. cws for discussions of gender relationships, sexual violence, implications of perceived gr*oming. etc.

they were created by angels, their overseers were angels. from adam's perspective, lucifer comes off as downright predatory. a weird loser unable to find companionship among his much more powerful kind to the point he had to pursue 1 month old human women.

i hc that the exorcists are primarily composed of human winners who were victims of violence & often sexual trauma. them being all female is mostly a result of adam's inability to get along with other men & treating hell as an outlet for their trauma.

this is why he really only seems to directly involve himself when something goes wrong. there's a level of spite there against hell, against sinners, against lucifer but not in the way that the fandom tends to perceive it. adam is deeply entrenched in both facets of masculinity, both shepherd & wolf & holds a deep resentment for the parts of his own regressive view of women he sees in sexual violence.

he murders rapists, he encourages women to murder their rapists & anyone who reminds them of them, all while often talking & thinking like one. he sees parts of himself he hates in the sinners / hell in general.

[chiott]

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