#priest Gojo

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A priest gojo

I don't care anymore if I'll burn in hell for this request but I am craving for IT

I can't get it off my miind

Those "Forgive me Lord", "fuck, your pussy is so good for me" has been haunting my ass for ages. I'll give you my house, my cat ⁿᵒᵗ ʳˡˡʸ, my keychains??? and a kiss on your forehead

I sat on this ask for a few days trying to figure out how to go about it. Mostly because well, I've had a priest Geto in the works for about a month now LMAO.

I figured this was my sign to make it an series!! We're going to do a one shot of each of the men as fucked up priests. AH IM EXCITED!!

Now Presenting, Part One in Sins of the Church...

Starring Corrupted! Priest Satoru Gojo

Satoru saw hellfire in your eyes. He saw damnation and eternal torment. He saw his destruction. And he wanted all of it. He could feel his soul burning out of his chest every time you batted your pretty eyelashes at him, feel his morals weaken whenever you smile, and feel himself lose control every time you stood next to him.

And then he had to remind himself that all of those thoughts were borderline blasphemy. He was a member of the clergy for christ sakes, he shouldn't be thinking of a member of his flock like this. He shouldn’t be fantasizing about you bouncing on his cock while he fucks his own fist. No amount of repenting could remove that sin from his soul. But no amount of denial could remove his desperation for you either. He had never been a phenomenal priest, he was a drinker, took the lord's name in vain, and was far from celibate. But he was trying to do better. He was trying to remove those vices from his life. But you brought out the sinner in him. And if he was going to be a sinner, he might as well win with you. 

This is what ran through Satoru’s head as he sat in the confessional booth, bored out of his mind. He knew it was important for him to be available for this service from 6 to 9 everyday, but it didn’t mean he liked it. He checked his phone. It was 7:30. Fuck. He was about to text one of the other clergy members to see if one of them would take over for him (probably not) when he heard the church doors open. He suppressed a groan of annoyance as he waited to get this confession over with.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. My last confession was…I don’t think I’ve ever confessed, actually.” The sweet voice rang in his ears. Ho-ly SHIT Satoru knew that voice! It was the voice he had imagined moaning and desperate under him. “Y/n.” He thought to himself.

“Worry not my child,” He said, desperate to hear what you were sinning about. You were the star of his parish, what did you have to confess? Did you say Heck? “You’re at confession now. Confess, and we can go from there.”

“I’m afraid I’ve been having..impure thoughts Father. Thoughts about someone I should not be thinking of in this way.” Jealousy shot through Satoru like a bullet, ripping through his very being. Someone else had caught your eye then. Of course, he shouldn’t have expected anything else. Still, The knowledge that you wanted someone other than him left him seething with rage. He had to know who took his angel from him.

“Who are you having these thoughts about my child?” Satoru asked, knowing you’d answer. You were a good girl, you never said no. But, you did go quiet. Satoru didn’t like that. He was about to prompt you again when you broke the silence. 

“I’ve been having thoughts about Father Gojo. In my dreams he comes to me and I see him in, well…pornographic ways. I know I shouldn’t have these dreams, or think these thoughts, but I can’t make them stop.” Motherfucker, maybe there was a God. Satoru found himself pressed into your shared wall of the confessional, hanging onto every word you said. Your small, desperate tone went straight to his dick, and he felt it twitch with every word you said.

“What happens in these dreams?” He asked. He had to know. He wanted all of the details. He wanted to know if you were as desperate for him as he was for you. How graphic was your imagination? 

“I find myself with him alone in the church. He puts his hands on my waist and lays me on one of the pews. I feel him kiss my jaw, my neck, my breasts..sometimes he puts his fingers in me, other times he just, well…has his way with me. And in the dreams it feels so euphoric, like a blessing from the holy father himself, I-” NO no, keep going! He didn’t stop you! “He always finishes inside of me. The dreams are so vivid that when I awake, I can still feel his seed seeping out of me.” 

Satoru’s cock was impossibly hard and he was struggling to keep his breath even. The passion of damnation burned through his veins. He wanted nothing more than to make your dreams come true. “Have you ever been with a man in this way?” He asked, bracing himself for the answer.

“No father,” You said, shaking your head even if he couldn’t see it. Good girl, he knew you were saving yourself for him. “It’s why these dreams are so odd to me,” you continued, “I’ve never experienced these things when I’m awake, but when I’m asleep it feels so real and vivid I sometimes wake up thinking it might have been real.” 

God Satoru wished it was real. If he closed his eyes he could feel your pussy quivering around his raw cock, hear you begging for him, feel your nails in his back. Shit. He palmed himself through his black slacks, trying to relive some of the pressure you had put him under. He tried to remind himself that he was a fucking priest Goddamn it! But he was a man first. And he needed some release. “I see. Well my dear, your sins are great. And as you know, the penance you must pay has to be greater.” He said, trying to sound as composed as he possibly could considering how desperate he was. 

“I’m willing to do anything father.” You said, all too eager. “Fuck don’t say that.” Gojo thought. It was the last thought of doubt that ran through his mind. He wanted to see just how far you were willing to go. 

“Come here my dear, meet me at the pews.” He said, giving in to the devil on his shoulder. You were a little shocked. As far as you knew, the priest wasn’t supposed to see you at all during confession, it was anonymous. You must have done something truly terrible that the priest had to see you to absolve your sins. Shame filled you as you exited your booth, followed by the most intense embarrassment you had ever felt in your life when you saw Father Gojo sitting in a pew.

“Father!” You gasped, as you rushed over to him. You didn’t even notice how flustered he looked, nor the darkness in his eyes as he stared at your chest. “I-I’m so-”

“On your knees child.” Gojo said, cutting you off before you could start rambling. You paused for a moment, before obeying. He was a priest after all, he had to know what he was doing. Maybe this was all a part of your penance. Gojo placed a gentle hand on the side of your face, and you instantly melted into it, bringing a smile to the clergy member's face. You really did have an angelic face.

“You’ve committed the sin of pleasure my dear.” Gojo cooed, “And to absolve yourself of that sin, you have to give pleasure.” Oh, so this was a part of your penance! 

It was also complete bullshit, Satoru knew that. But fuck, your lips were so pretty. He wasn’t trying to think of any smooth plausible reason for this to happen, he just wanted to make it happen. “Undo my belt.” He instructed, and you did so with only a slight moment of hesitation. “Atta girl, keep goin’.” He instructed, watching as you unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper. You paused, looking at the way his cock strained against his boxers. You had barely even kissed a boy, and yet you were about to be face to face with a cock that belonged to your priest. 

“Don’t get shy on me now Angel,” Gojo said, gently tangling his fingers into your hair. “You weren’t shy in the booth. This is what you want, isn’t it?” That was a wonderful question actually. This part never happened in your dreams. And honestly, the thought of putting someone's privates in your mouth was disgusting. But, some dark, gruesome part of you did want this. You wondered what he would look like, what he would taste like. You bit your lip and freed the fathers dick from his underwear, earning yourself an audible moan from him. 

“Atta girl…” Satoru groaned, moving your head to take him in. He grinned as you opened your mouth, and damn near came when you finally put your mouth on him. He wasn’t going to be able to enjoy this for long. He wanted something more than some childish head. Though, it was cute to watch you choke on his cock as you tried to take him all it. In any case, spit made for decent lube. 

He moaned softly, his head falling to the back of the pew as he guided you up and down on his cock. He looked back down at you and fuck. The sight of you looking up at him, tears filling your doe eyes, squishing your legs together to try and quell any arousal as you struggled to take in his cock was far too much for him. You were his ticket to damnation, he knew it. He was going to burn in hell for you.

“You’re so good,” He said as he pulled you off of his cock. He got you off your knees and sat you on his lap. “So good for me.” His words filled your head and turned into arousal. You felt electrified with shame and desire. “Lord forgive me,” You thought as he slipped your panties from under your skirt.“Please, I just can’t stop myself.” 

“Have you ever been touched here?” Satoru asked as he ran a finger up your slit, sending shivers up your spine as you tensed around him. You shook your head no. “Have you ever touched yourself  here?” He asked as you represented the question. The answer was yes, but to little results. When you were a teenager, you were curious, sure. But you never got the Euphoric feeling you had read about, so you stopped. As an adult you hadn’t touched yourself in years. 

“Not often.” You said, giving the father the condensed version. Satoru nodded, taking in all the information you had given him. 

“Do you want me to make you feel good Y/n?” He asked into your neck, his nimble fingers finding your clit and massaging circles into it. You yelped with shock. Your entire lower region had electricity pulsing through it, and you swore you felt your pussy clench. You nodded desperately. Satoru stopped moving.

“Not good enough Angel, I need you to use your words.” He said. He knew he was already putting you in a fucked up situation for his own pleasure, he wasn’t about to make it worse by not being 100% sure you also wanted this. 

“Yes, Father, please, I want you to touch me so bad it hurts!” You whined out for him, needing this more than anything. Satoru hummed his approval as he went back to rubbing your clit with his thumb. His fingers now had a new goal in mind. He probed at your weeping pussy. 

“You’re so wet for me angel..” Satoru hummed into your ear, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a slut.” He whispered to you as he slipped a finger into your aching cunt. Slut. That word sent a flurry of emotions through your chest but the main one being desire. You wanted to be his slut. You wanted him to fill you up, to use and abuse you. You wanted to be Father Gojos fucktoy.

Those were thoughts you’d unpack later. Right now, The father had slipped another finger into you, and you were focused on trying to accommodate the stretch. It felt so good but you wanted so much more.

“Father please, I need more.” You whimpered out, shooting lightning through Gojos head. “I need you, Father, please. F-fuck me.” you were so unsure about saying fuck but you were absolutely possitive you needed a cock in you right at that moment. 

Satoru couldn't believe what he was hearing. A part of him thought he might have died and gone to heaven. But, he knew that probably wasn’t the case. Heaven was sinless and pure. There was nothing pure about you in this moment. You were the embodiment of sin and he wanted nothing more than to drown in you. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, who am I to say no to my Angel?” He purred as he ripped off your blouse and skirt, leaving you bare and exposed to him. He had to take a moment of pause. You were divine in every sense of the word and he needed to take a moment to drink it all in. He found his new religion and it was you. “Lord forgive me, but lust calls to me,” he thought. 

He lined you up and slowly began to lower you onto his cock. You yelped softly, digging your nails into his shoulders as he stretched you out in ways you had never been before. It burned like hellfire but you were too lost in the pleasure to think about the pain. Somehow though all the discomfort you still felt a euphoria like no other.

Satoru couldn’t take his eyes off from where the two of you were now connected. He watched his cock disappear into your tight, weeping cunt, a droplet of pink blood flowing down as a sign that you were now tied to him forever. It was nothing close to what he could have fantasized of, it was so much better. He knew you’d feel good, but he couldn’t imagine how good. 

“Your pussy is so good for me.” He moaned as he bottomed out, pulling you into a passionate and intense kiss. Your head was filled with cotton, you felt yourself lose touch with everything that wasn't Gojo. Gojo, Gojo, Gojo, Your body craved him in ways you didn’t know possible. This was as close to God as you had ever been in all your years as a devout catholic. Your lower waist exploded as he bucked into you, a string of whimpers and moans leaving your mouth as you clung to him. Every stroke of his thick cock pet your g-spot, making you see stars and hear angels singing. “How could something so sinful feel so right?” Was your last coherent thought as Gojo fucked you into oblivion. 

Gojo was absolutely intoxicated by your warmth. He tried drugs before, but none of them could compare to the way your pussy pulled him in. The way your body molded itself to his, the way your breathing fell in perfect timing with his. He didn’t give a shit anymore if he was going to be damned for eternity, He found heaven already, and it was you. 

You felt a sting start to tightly coil inside of your stomach and your legs stiffen. The sparks in your lower abdomen were becoming full on fireworks. “G-Gojo, I think I’m c-clo-!” You didn’t get to finish that sentence before the string snapped inside of you. Your brain released all of its dopamine and ecstasy reserves into your bloodstream, and your vision went white with pleasure. You felt yourself scream out for God, or Gojo. You weren’t sure exactly which one, but you knew that in that moment there really was no difference to you. 

Satoru wasn’t far behind you at all. The moment your cunt began to constrict around him he knew he was finished. A few more thrusts and he was cumming deep inside you, biting your neck to try and keep his volume down. He for sure left a bruise. You both sat there, him clinging onto you like a drowning man clings to a life preserver, you hanging limply off of him like a used doll, both of you trying to catch your breath. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK. All at once it hit Satoru what he had just done. Shit. he could feel his soul burning in hell already, everything about this felt dirty. He never should have touched you, he-

And then you sighed softly, and slightly readjusted yourself to be more comfortable in his arms. You were so small compared to him, so delicate. It made his heart swell. Nothing involving you could have been dirty, he decided. It was just the catholic guilt talking. He finally lifted you up and pulled out, chuckling softly at the little whine you let out.

“Come on angel,” He purred, “Let’s get you dressed and get you home.”

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'SINS OF THE FATHER'

PRIEST!NANAMI X READER

✟ the liturgy: (summary) Even the most pious of men succumb to temptation and Father Kento is no exception... especially when it comes to you. (Priest!Nanami POV) ✟ the confession: (tw) dark themes, sacrilege, adultery, blasphemy, jealously, exhibitionism, blackmail/manipulation, heavy biblical references, cunnalingus, fingering, riding dick, shoe fucking, blow jobs, panty sniffing, olfactophilia, dacryphilia, lightly suggested altarboy!yuji (aged-up) x reader, oil tycoon!gojo x reader, suggested mentions of reader x other jjk men, corruption, masturbation and angst as you are literally tormenting this poor priest (lol). ✟ the sins: (wc) 4.1k ✟ the opening rites:(a/n) i grew up catholic (got confirmed too) and went to catholic school but haven't stepped inside a church in literal years. i was honestly surprised how many bible references came so easily from pure memory while writing this.

Sanctified conviction radiates off Father Kento as he approaches the inordinately adorned wood carved pulpit with authority to address his congregation. 

Despite the uncomfortable Summer heat there is no lack of attendance, a sea of familiar faces packed into the small town chapel. The buzzing song of cicadas and soft oscillation of the large fan circulating humid air through the church are the only sounds heard as the masses eagerly await his homily.

You were among them of course. 

Sitting front and center– a small saccharine smile graced your lips while your doe-like eyes, captivated and attentive, were made even bigger as they raised to the podium to meet his own.

Bible open, Father Kento takes a full breath pause before he finally speaks, his gaze is benevolent yet his voice is firm as it projects over the congregation. 

“Dear Brothers and Sisters– Let us reflect on the gospel of First Corinthians Chapter 10 Verse 13…and The Lord says– ‘There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man—”

Oh but you– you were anything but common– and irregardless of any higher standing his status as a clergy member bestowed upon him he was still a man of flesh and blood.

No matter the effort exerted, Father Kento had been unable to keep his eyes from yours during the service. The magnetism of unknown and certainly unholy forces drew him to you time and again without fail.

No beauty in town rivaled yours, not with an angelic countenance that complemented your delicate features so gracefully in your every action. 

Yours was a form of divine femininity rivaling that of Venus herself. 

If that wasn’t beguiling enough, your honeyed voice and syrupy words had the ability to sway even the most feral of temperaments. Leaving those who heard it at your mercy like a gentle but deadly siren.

“—but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able—”

Is God faithful? 

Ironic how you had Father Kento questioning the very foundations of his own faith while simultaneously indoctrinating God’s dogma to his faithful parishioners.  

If you were a test he had failed. 

Many times.

Even the first man, Adam, had fallen to Eve’s allures and not even the warrior strength of Samson was able to overcome Delilah’s seductions. 

Who was he to prevail where the biblical idols had fallen?

What actual grace could God give man against the sensual temptation that he had carved from man’s own rib? 

Father Kento had felt forsaken of God’s grace ever since you had approached him after mass to quietly request the rites of confession. He should have refused when you kindly solicited him to perform them in the cooler confines of the secluded rectory over the oven-like heat of a chapel confessional box in summer. 

Led astray so effortlessly by your genial charms as you looked to him like a lamb lost and addressed him so meekly as “Father Kento”. He would have just as easily given you access to heaven then if it were in his power.

Yet it was you who had so graciously led him to the gates of Zion— which so conveniently happened to reside in the velvety depths between your thighs. 

Consequently, the only sins that were confessed in the rectory that day were the moist squelches of your peach-ripened pussy gushing around his cock and coalescing with the frenzied sounds of hot flesh slapping together in unison. 

A child of Lilth incarnate to be sure but you looked so pure and celestial, even in ecstasy.

Hair matted to the sides of your face drenched in sweat while your nimble hands clutched onto his clerical collar. Your eyes filled with such loving devotion and you rode him earnestly as if it was your life’s penance. 

Father Kento in turn gives you his absolution by taking you from behind. The swell of your plump rear rippling against his hips and shared fluids splashing onto his hard abdomen feverishly drive him closer to God than he’d ever been.

Yes, he is weak. 

But Father Kento held the conviction that not even The Vicar of Christ, the Pope himself would be able to resist the vice grip of your silken cunt as if its true purpose was never to bear life but to wring out the very essence of the soul of man. 

He’d fallen prey to a day-walking succubus on hallowed holy grounds. 

No– Father Kento was certain if this church had ever truly been blessed as a house of God you would have caught aflame the moment you graced its threshold. 

“—but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye are able to bear it’.”

Father Kento concluded the passage. Nonetheless, neither it nor any other doctrine had provided him the solace of escape and nor biblical strength did he receive to endure against his temptations.

There was no resisting you. 

There was no escaping you. 

For anyone you cast your sights on.

This is exemplified by the obvious effect you have on the young alter boy Yuji. 

Barely old enough to be called a man, the youth's entire body flinches whenever you spare a sweet glance in his direction. 

Has Yuji’s innocence already been stolen? 

Father Kento must quell the inkling of jealousy at the thought lest he stumble over his words and shame himself further.

He was a man in every sense of the word and a man of the cloth, he would not compete for your adulterous affections with his own altar boy.

Even so, Father Kento’s lip does curl in disapproval at the deep flush of guilt on Yuji’s cheeks. Yuji clumsily trips over his own feet, nearly permitting the blessed vessels for the rites of eucharist to fall to the ground.

Harlot! Have you really allowed someone other than himself to bathe in the sins of Jezebel?

Maintaining composure through his sermon, Father Kento reminds himself that an inexperienced youth is no threat. 

However it is more than likely Yuji– who normally is so oblivious in nature– had likewise become aware of the wicked exhibition of sacrilege occurring beneath the prayer cloth in your lap at the very hands of your own husband– Satoru Gojo.

“So you may ask where does that leave us as followers of Christ? Temptations lure us into doing, saying or thinking something that does not reflect who we really are as sons and daughters of God.”

Neither you nor your husband were Christ’s children so none of these ideologies applied to either of you.

Nefarious philistines the both of you– godless and immoral.

Although Father Kento was for certain your husband, Oil Tycoon, Satoru Gojo– was the only one whose deeds could put yours to shame. 

The white haired devil had descended upon the quiet small town like a thief in the night to greedily capture the first few drops of black gold that surged from the earth before it could even fall to the ground. Quickly buying up land and resources, in less than a fortnight Gojo essentially had control over the entire town– its priest included.

But as he became more wealthy, so did the town and its people. Satoru Gojo built up the town around him to match his own gluttony for opulence, taking the town and its people away from simple old time comforts and into the more complex modern age. 

Therefore the man was seen as a saintly savior, rather than the lecherous leech he truly was.

To Father Kento’s credit, if he deserved any at all– he had initially held strong in his faith. 

He was not a man tempted by the power that would come from a promotion to bishop if a larger church was built. Nor was he tempted by monetary gain. The treasures he had always held most valuable were only those to be found in God’s kingdom.

Familiar with the tricks masked by flamboyant arrays of grandior, Father Kento’s folly had been his own headstrong vainglory in being a man above the lures of temptation. Thus he failed in recognizing you as the seductive snake in sheep's clothing the cunning tycoon Gojo had sent to be his undoing.

And you had never once failed to unravel him.

Even now Father Kento struggles to keep himself together as you inconspicuously lean against your husband, your head resting gently on his shoulder while the dainty fan you are holding obscures the lower half of your face. 

What appears as an innocuous attempt to halt the perspiration rolling from your nape into your heaving bosom is merely a front to hide the sinful ‘o’ your cherry lips form.

Your chest softly heaves although your labored breaths aren’t from the humid heat shrouding the church– but the increasing warmth dampening in your loins. All which had been provoked by your husband slipping two fingers through the buttons of your thin sundress and into your pussy, lightly teasing its gooey folds. Gojo’s movements are mostly concealed by the cloth but Father Kento can make out the skillful circular motions stroking your spongy bud and causing the sporadic twitch in your knees. 

You had writhed similarly under him. You were always far too sensitive.

Fat tears would never fail to pour from your bright eyes when he would latch his mouth onto your sex. You would be his last supper if ever given the choice. If heaven had a flavor it would surely be akin to the taste of your pink candied cunt and he knew of no sweeter treat on earth.

Twas no wonder then how Father Kento easily loses all sense of self when flicking his tongue into your gaping slit. Swirling the appendage within your gummy walls he gluttonously slurps down the steady stream of your flowing nectar. 

Your mewls and cries for him are far lovelier than even the song of cherubim. Father Kento has committed them to memory and as such he knows when they reach a certain octave– your pitch so high it's practically soundless– you're nearing your nirvana.

Arriving at your peak you would thread your hands through his blonde locks and thrust your hips forward as if his mouth were salvation itself. Your manicured nails would dig into his scalp to rock his head deeper into your plump pussy. The actions would beckon his tongue to finally give you its mercy by dragging it flat up your folds to suckle and nip at your swollen clit.

You never called on God then. 

Nor your husband. 

Only Father Kento.

Coincidentally, Father Kento’s gaze locks with Gojo’s for a brief moment and Gojo’s pale lips curl into smirk. 

A fleeting look is shared before contact is broke but the message is clear: 

Satoru Gojo own’s everything in this town. 

Gojo owns your cunt. 

Your cunt owns Father Kento.

Therefore by proxy Gojo owns him.

The revelation has Father Kento showing the white of his knuckles from the intensity of his grip on the pulpit podium as you simultaneously release a silent scream brazenly cumming on your husband’s dexterous fingers in the middle of mass. 

“The time now is propitious for us all to make a journey of conversion, led by sincere faith to allow ourselves to be confronted with the Gospel. Let us confirm this commitment by sharing in The Body and The Blood of Christ.”

Proceeding with communion the altar boy Yuji stands next to Father Kento holding the tray where the blessed chalice of wine and platter of thin wafers reside as the congregation dutifully exits their rows to receive the eucharist. 

As it is the more modern way to receive communion the majority of the congregation choses to place their non-dominant palm up over the other to respectfully receive the host. Yet traditionally, the priest placed the blessed wafer directly on the tongue of the one receiving. This practice was typically only seen by the elderly, the most exceedingly pious and of course— you.

When it is your turn to approach you beam brightly as you and all your beauty seem to float before him.

“The Body of Christ.”

Father Kento raises the host before you.

“Amen.” 

You obediently replied. 

Like expected your eyes fluttered to close as your pillowy lips parted in order to accept the host directly in your mouth. 

God help him, this was the most sacred part of mass but the way your deviant tongue lulls out hot and thick with your saliva pooled on the edge and threatening to spill onto your lips has Father Kento shifting at his post.

You look just as compliant and yearning to receive as when you had been on your knees before him taking his cock in your mouth whole.

Father Kento delicately placed the host in your mouth in a similar fashion as to when he would tap the tip of his bulbous leaking cockhead onto your tongue. 

So willing to please you kiss his angry red mushroom tip to appease his cock, swirling your tongue over the tiny hole before puckering it between your lips to greedily suck any drops of pre that dribbled forth as you pumped his base.

You were a tease. 

That much was evident both then and now as you extended the tip of your tongue to caress the tip of his finger. A tiny kitten lick, but nevertheless a tingle ran through his cock in remembrance.  

“The Blood of Christ.”

Father Kento presents the wine symbolizing the blood before you. 

“Amen.”

Again you closed your eyes and allowed Father Kento to press the chalice against your parted lips. 

The very picture of amenability, you actually enjoyed when he went rougher on you as a result of your teasing. Father Kento would gather your hair into a tight grip as he not-so-gently rammed his cock past your tonsils and down your throat. 

It was unnatural and ungodly for a person to lack any semblance of a gag reflex such as you. 

In response you pressed your fingers into his thighs– not as a means of resistance, but to control your own lust as you began shamelessly humping your mound against his leg. You were always desperate to feel any small sensation against your cunt while he ravaged your mouth.

Of course, Father Kento would oblige you and in turn he is rewarded with the heavy moans that would vibrate around his cock as his oxford loafer pushed up into your soaked core. Your white lace lingerie did little to contain your juices and as such Father Kento made use of the fluids leaking from your pussy as polish to shine his shoe.

Having sipped the wine from the chalice you peer up at Father Kento as if seeking his approval. 

He gives you a small nod. 

Similar to the one he bestows upon you after his seed has filled your stomach and you lick your lips as if it was his essence and not The Blood of Christ that lingered on them.

In the beginning, he had prayed long and hard to forget those sinful images of you that would intrude unwelcomed into his mind. 

Yet you always had ways of sucking him back in. 

Such as leaving your soiled panties stuffed between his headboard. Father Kento thought he was going mad when even after changing the sheets thrice was he still plagued with your smell.

He should have burned the offensive garment as soon as it was discovered and yet he treated it with reverence as if it were a holy object of salvation. Truly an euphoric experience, on days he couldn’t have you he’d bury his nose into the fabric murmuring blasphemy as he worshiped the very scent of you while jerking his cock.

When Father Kento finally ceased trying to resist you he then had the fleeting thought he could save you. Bring you to God and away from your villainous husband. 

But you were no Mary Magdalene, there was no returning you to the flock.

You will not leave your husband who provides you wealth and security. Father Kento is not so enamored he holds illusions that extend beyond his reality. There is nothing Father Kento owns and nothing he can offer you but himself. 

The singular consolation of the tragic circumstances is that Father Kento is sure you prefer his touch. The touch of a seemingly pious man who only has desires for you.

Unlike your scoundrel of a husband who Father Kento was sure had not remained faithful to your marriage bed. Not the way most of the female townsfolk threw themselves at Satoru Gojo. If he had no qualms using you to achieve his means he certainly had none for himself. 

You were simply a pawn to be played, as was Father Kento.

“Before we depart I leave you with these words: Let every day be a new day to renew the promises of our Baptism: We renounce Satan and all his works and seductions — for sh– *ahem* HE – is the seducer. Now go forth, Brothers and Sisters and remain true in the light of God.”

The closing rites over, Father Kento has never been more relieved nor eager for the conclusion of a mass. Watching the congregation mingle in the entrance, he gives his farewell blessings to the parishioners.

A few still remained however you were nowhere to be seen. 

This was not odd, the Gojos were a busy couple, likely excusing themselves immediately to attend to more important affairs.

Or so he hoped.

“There you are, Father! Riveting service, as always.”

With a devious grin and a firm drawn-out handshake Gojo greets Father Kento. Turning to face the devil himself, Father Kento greets Satoru in turn with a strained smile and an even firmer grip. 

Yet still he is unable to show you any of the wrath you justly deserve and Father Kento’s smile is more genuine when he faces you.  

You regard Father Kento coyly as your husband’s arm tightens around your waist. Your face is flushed and it’s evident you are still weakened from the orgasm your husband gave you earlier in front of the entire congregation. 

That knowledge though is only held by the three of you, God and perhaps the altar boy Yuji.

Father Kento had never known you to be silent when cumming so the exertion of the effort you expended likely weighed heavy on you as displayed by how you are clinging to Gojo to keep from swaying on your feet. 

“Thank you. I am but a humble messenger of The Lord’s wor–.”

“– Wait. Hold that thought!”

Father Kento’s eyebrow twitches as Gojo's attention is momentarily called elsewhere. 

Every Sunday, a growing number of parishioners would seek Satoru Gojo’s greeting and recognition after service over that of their priest Father Kento. 

True to character Gojo makes an obnoxious show of charisma which leaves the last group of parishioners fawning and singing his praises as they exit.

“Forgive me, Father. Where were we? Ah– Of course! Yes, you are quite excellent in your delivery of God’s word, a true testament to your faith!”

His flattery is so obviously false in its sincerity that Father Kento is not surprised when Gojo’s sordid smirk returns. 

“But you are not only a messenger for The Lord… isn’t that right, Father Kento?” 

Father Kento warily clutches onto the large cross dangling from the rosary around his neck as Gojo continues.

“I’ll need you to spread mine as well. Haven’t you heard? I have plans to run for Mayor.”

Mayor.

The diabolical fiend truly knew no limits in his quest for control over the town. 

“I’ll need you to come over to dinner tonight to consult with the rest of my top supporters.”

Father Kento steeled himself.. 

There was nothing he could do to stop Satoru Gojo from being mayor but his infatuation with you aside, he could not walk straight into the lion's den to collude with heathens. 

It would be the final nail in his coffin, Gojo would indeed own his soul.

“Oh! Y/N is prepping a feast too… aren’t you, angel?” 

Gojo’s grip on your waist trails lower to palm the fat of your ass and you clutch on to him tighter as you nod eagerly in agreement, biting your lip as his large hands knead into your cheeks through your wispy dress. 

Your body is ever responsive to Gojo’s touch just like he trained you to be.

“I must refuse. I have duties here to attend, I couldn’t poss–”

“P-Please F-Father…”

And just like that your delicate voice cuts through his iron defenses like it were warm butter.

“…K-Kento, p-please come!”

Your request fumbles out of your lips as a cry as Gojo’s devilish fingers dip past your ass to prod at your cunt.

“You heard her Father. She wants you to come. Break bread with us, you will be among friends. Friends who know how to share, yeah? I’ll even share a piece of her cream pie for dessert.” 

That had been the final straw. Gojo had gone too far this time.

You seeking him out was one matter but he would not allow Satoru Gojo of all people to dangle you in front of him like a master would dangle a treat to a dog.

“Begone, you foul heretic. I will not tolerate your mockery of me, this church nor God any longer.”

Commanding in his tone, Father Kento extends the cross of the rosary forward to Gojo as if he were casting a malevolent curse back down to hell. 

Father Kento doesn’t have the courage to look at you though, he can’t. Not if he wants to take a triumphant stand against Satoru Gojo.

And so Father Kento closes his eyes and silently prays. 

Immediately bored at such a devout display, Gojo sighs rolling his eyes.

“Alright, alright, Father. I get it. Whatever you say, jeez. It’s not like I need your support to become mayor– just thought it would be nice is all. ”

Father Kento remains silent as he listens to both of your footsteps exit the church but not before Gojo stops at the doors, his cheerful voice taking on a dangerous edge.

“Heh, you know, not everyone in this town is as pious as you Father. Sheriff Fushiguro has never been one to turn down a stack of bills but I’m sure tonight he would enjoy sharing in Y/N’s creampie if you don’t.”

Father Kento’s eyes open to flash red with fury.

Having received a satisfactory enough reaction from the priest, Gojo grins wildly as your own eyes widen in shock at your husband’s words. 

Has Gojo only ever used you to manipulate him alone? 

The thought remains as Father Kento doesn’t miss the pleading gaze directed at him from over your shoulder as you are led out of the church.

Goddammit– He couldn’t let you fall into the brutish clutches of Toji Fushiguro. 

Toji may have been the sheriff but he was well-known for his oafish demeanor and greasy womanizing ways. 

NO! He mustn’t think of you any longer. 

Father Kento needs to clear his mind of you for good with prayer.

Prayer and solitude.

Deep prayer and extensive solitude was what he needed if he ever hoped to rise again to gain God’s favor. He needed to call upon The Lord’s strength one last time to remain at the parish tonight and defy Gojo’s will.

Father Kento couldn’t let the pleasures of flesh continue to manipulate the very fibers of his being in such a way. 

The rosary still in his grasp Father Kento raises his hands close in prayer as a final call for God’s mercy… and then it hits him– wafting off his fingers, overwhelming his senses and igniting every nerve in his being. 

The scent of your cunt. 

The lingering perfume of your sinful drippings spilled on your husband’s hand during mass had been transferred to his own when Gojo shook his hand and held it so firmly.

The bastard. 

The rush hits him hard and he feels dizzy as his ears begin to ring. Vertigo overtakes Father Kento as he holds the offending hand out as if he had been poisoned. 

Leaning back against a wall to gather himself, Father Kento realizes once the manic pounding coursing through his veins begins throbbing in his loins that he’s fated for damnation.

This is the moment he’d always dreaded although ironic with the simple acceptance of it he feels no despair. 

Father Kento’s conviction is finally clear as he is left with a singular truth that rang through his entire soul:

Whatever solace he would know, whatever peace he would have in this life, he would only find with his cock buried in the sweet embrace of your cunt. 

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©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

✟ the closing rites: (a/n) hell is hot and it's surely my destination after writing this. i tried to leave it a little ambiguous to whether y/n is actually in-love with nanami or just a sex-crazed slut eager to use him at the request of her husband. i don't have a pt.2 planned just fyi as this is meant to be a oneshot. although i do need to write more nanami so i will take requests for him! but fair warning i am very slow i apologize.

also shout out to the amazing art i used for the gfx ✟ art by mishwell

✟ REBLOG to be unburdened of your sins by Father Nanami but likes and comments are also appreciated!

upcoming: the nursery (yakuza!toji), please teach me! (ceo!gojo), request: teasing choso (college au), request: sukuna x blkreader, [none in any order as im at the mercy of my adhd lol]

[mayskalih]

[bunny584]

For I Have Sinned

“Let no one say when he is tempted, ‘I am being tempted by God’ For God cannot be tempted by evil.” James 1:13.

But Father Geto can be. 

Newly appointed Chaplain of the Noble Court, Suguru is a reformed sinner. Sanctity, discipline and celibacy are commandments of his choosing. A devout servant of the Lord. Armored with the Breastplate of Righteousness, the Shield of Faith. 

This should be sufficient enough to withstand temptation. 

Right? 

Pairing: Geto x Female reader 

C/W: Religious themes, dark romance, eventual filth. 18+. MDNI. 

A/N: Holy hell. Anon, you sick, twisted genius. You, the puppeteer. Me, the puppet who writes. This one — this story might be the one. Frothing at the mouth to know what you guys think. Going on AO3 for sure. I haven’t decided if I will keep this long fic series here, but since it was an anon ask its only right to honor them with the first chapter. 

Art credit: @ potchi_jpg on X

Music: Garden Kisses x Giveon (this was on a manic repeat for at least an hour. It wrote the chapter. I implore you to listen and levitate like I did).

CHAPTER I. Hello, Duchess.

Andesite. Dacite. Schist. 

Gorgeous. 

Suguru takes a mental note of the rock formations whizzing by just before he spears the Aegean Sea. Tailwind force trailing his feet in an elegant whirl.

Eh, mediocre landing. He’s out of practice. 

It’s true. Seminary did not allow for too much idle time in between biblical studies. Devil’s playground, and such. 

And it’s not in his nature to half-ass any life endeavor, whatever it may be. 

Suguru deftly levels out in the welcoming waves. Loose-limbed and fluid. Choosing to hover below her surface for a few moments longer. The tail end of his thick, singular French braid undulating behind him.

His body flows in tandem with the current. Swimming deep enough to scatter a pool of Fagri. He instinctively captures one in his large hand — not quite as out-of-touch as he thought. 

‘Make it to shore! If Poseidon calls, don’t answer Him, son!’

The gentle fisherman called out each time Suguru dove off their vessel. Still two or three, sometimes up to five miles from the coast, he’d plunge into the waters. Regardless of her mood, Suguru craved to be surrounded by her embrace. 

To be baptized by her tide. 

Showered with her salt of the earth. 

A dampened smile blooms across Suguru’s terse lips. Oxygen bubbles float about, from the muffled chuckle escaping him. 

His father’s voice rings between his ears. A little less clearly, nowadays. 

He always dove deeper than his fellow seafarers. Without the restraints of gear or protective equipment. Unnaturally comfortable in an element more labile than human nature. 

Suguru’s father mused about his Stormborn boy’s true lineage. 

‘Everyday, I prayed for you. Begged for you. And the God of the Ocean delivered a precious gift. Don’t return to His storms too soon.’

Fond memories, a little yellowed now. Callouses from those days have faded. 

Suguru is a different man. Born again. In a new country. With a new home, a new purpose. 

Even still, it’s comforting to know the world is 70% water, 30% land. And the Great Majority has always welcomed him with open arms.

No matter the iteration of his life, he’ll always find a home at Sea.

“Father Geto!”

What? 

Suguru begins his ascent. He is still by the cliff edge. Not nearly far enough for the Sirens to beckon. 

“Chaplain! Are you out there?”

Not even the saltwater penetrates his ears like this melody. 

An ethereal crescendo. With all the grace and beauty of a summer swan. Light enough to lull stoic men to a peaceful, permanent, slumber. 

More alluring. More disorienting than the songs at sea he’s heard and resisted. Potent enough to drown a warship. 

Who is calling for him?

Suguru chases the lethal sound. Careful pauses at each depth-level. To avoid returning to Poseidon’s storms too soon, as his father would say. 

“Father Geto!” 

Ahh, a voice he recognizes. His alter boy, Noel, at the peak.

Helios is kind, today. Because the Sun kisses Suguru as he breaks the surface. If the Ocean is his home, the Sun is certainly his lover. 

“What is it, Noel?” He calls in between strides to the volcanic edge.

“You have a visitor!” A tremble to Noel’s tone. Suguru cant help the low chuckle that leaves him.

Adolescents are always so anxious. Nervous about the most inconsequential, meaningless things. He was once the same. 

Who could be visiting? His schedule is supposed to be cleared today. 

Suguru laments leaving his clothing at the peak of the cliffside. Tossing a glance over his left shoulder - memories of his past life tattooed in various symbols. His back, covered in a sprawling trident. 

A permanent stain from the life he lived before this. It’s unbecoming of a priest to be seen this way. 

Latching onto the unforgiving rocky edges, Suguru scales the steep terrain in long steps and short holds. Serrated earth digs into his damp palms with each grasp.

He savors the pain. It’s familiar. An indication that he’s spent some time in the only other place he finds unfettered peace. 

“Noel, my schedule was cleared. Who could be—“

“Pardon my intrusion, Father Geto.” You seep into Suguru’s sentence, effectively answering his question. 

Music. 

Suguru nearly falls backward off the ledge he just set foot on.

Rumors about your beauty pollenated the compound for weeks. Anxiously anticipating your arrival. Hushed voices between maidens. Whispers within the walls of parlors. Bellowing gossip between court officials. 

All the words, all the speculations roll around Suguru’s skull. Louder than glass shattering in an empty room. 

They were wrong. 

Liars. 

Not even a tenth of the truth can be found in the frivolous ‘she’s a beauty’, ‘what a pretty face’ and comments of the like taking root in the compound. 

No, no. 

You were sculpted by every single Deity Suguru has ever studied.  

Because the One he has chosen to worship couldn’t have possibly crafted you alone. 

The good Lord is simply without the means.

Suguru will have to repent for that blasphemous thought later. 

…but God granted him eyesight, no? 

Eyes that can see underwater with the same clarity as a cloudless day. He trusts his eyes more than any part of his body. 

And they aren’t deceiving him. 

Flushed and turned away, Suguru takes a moment to soak you in, while patting himself dry. Maybe taking a little extra time to step into his khaki slacks and white button up. 

His wind pipe threatens to spasm with each sip of you he takes. 

Exquisite woman. 

You could convert a non believer in an instant. 

The gentle slope of your nose, those warmed soft, high cheeks deserve to be cherished in a museum. 

That dress. 

The tailor must’ve sewn it to your body in real time. Rolling hills and dips of your feminine curves. So quick to surrender to the ride your frame is taking him on. 

Suguru could fall to his knees and praise the Gods right here and now for their attention to detail. 

“Duchess? I’m embarrassed. Forgive my attire, I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”

Still damp but fully clothed, Suguru walks forward with a steady hand outstretched. Intentionally skipping eye contact with Noel, who would’ve interpreted the glance as anger. The boy is practically vibrating in his periphery. 

Concerned about possibly making a mistake, sure. But if Suguru were still a betting man, he’d bet your presence is driving Noel’s rattled nerves. 

“I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness!” Unveiling your face to him with a gorgeous smile, you offer a delicate hand that drowns in his. 

Well.

To call it just a gorgeous smile makes him no better than the rumor mill and its grave underestimation. 

The air around him is sliced to a fraction of what it was. Suddenly gossamer thin and inadequate. 

You are breathtaking. 

“Please.” A deceptively even tone and casual wave of his hand. You wouldn’t know that words taste like sandpaper. 

“How can I serve you, Duchess?” 

“You do not have to address me as such, Father. I’m not wed, yet!”

Bunny lines along your nose deepen when you laugh. Heat scorches Suguru’s ears and you both are presently under shade. 

Do. Not. Covet.

“It’s all the same.” With a restrained smile, Suguru peels his eyes away from yours. 

Resting them on his rectory in the distance. He gestures his hands forward. Noel scrambles ahead of you two, undoubtedly to go tidy the chapel (that is already spotless). 

“You’re quite the swimmer.” 

You could assassinate him, you know. 

With that voice of yours. The way it stuns his senses. Far more dangerous now that it isn’t dampened by unrelenting waves. 

Suguru is a strong swimmer. He knows it. Noel knows it. The whole court knows it. Great Whites know it. 

So why is his spine unraveling at its seams when you say it? 

Why is his heart knocking against his sternum like it’s on the run from something? 

From someone, rather. 

“Mmm.” Suguru hums through closed lips. 

Unable to acknowledge the compliment with decorum. He opts for diversion instead. 

“Duchess, if I may. What prompted your visit to the chapel? How can I serve you?” 

The two of you take lazy strides along the cobblestone path. You ogle at a white rose bush that Suguru is particularly fond of. 

“I was touring the compound and noticed the garden surrounding the Church.” 

A distracted response, while nestling your nose in a pretty bloom. Sun rays fanning your face as if to showcase that you’re God’s favorite. A biblical example of how flowers should be enjoyed.

Is it just the roses? Or are you this beautiful no matter the plant?  

“Ahh. Come, then.” 

You’re being indulgent, Suguru. 

Maybe so. But the Chapel Grounds are his domain. The greenery lives and breathes under his fingertips. He adamantly refused a groundskeeper for the garden. Taking pride in nurturing its needy existence. 

Second only to his eyes, Suguru trusts his hands fully. They’re intelligent. Fast. Expansive. 

Definitive. Firm when the situation calls for it, yet gentle. Quick to learn. 

Attentive. 

He’s never gotten a shortage of compliments on his hands—

“Wisteria!” You torpedo through Suguru’s rapidly disintegrating spiral. And he couldn’t be more grateful. 

Regaining a shred of control, he leads you under the oak archway. Draped in curtains of Wisteria. The billowing lilac petals sway romantically in the sea breeze. 

Your lips hang open in a pretty, shocked ‘Oh.’ Eyes wide, gazing up at him in wonder. Adoration woven into those beautiful features slams hot and heavy into his lower abdomen. Remnant embers warming below his belt line. 

Suguru coughs to reset his over-sensitive senses. A futile gesture because you knock him right back down to his knees. 

“Oh, Father…..please?” A soft plea rolls through the slit in your lips. Pulling his eyes down to your pout.

Fuck. 

The rock formation Suguru took note of earlier suddenly materializes in his throat. You coated his honorific in a new tone. Breathy and desperate. As if he is the only person who could satisfy your needs. 

His skin is half a degree away from melting clear off his skeleton under those big, warm eyes of yours. 

“Specify your request, Duchess.”

Both hands jam into his pockets so he can dig his nails into his thighs unnoticed. The searing pain tethering him to this dimension. 

A deep rose blooms over your cheeks. Realizing you hadn’t actually asked him a question before begging. 

So, prettily. 

“May I please tend to your garden? It’s…I’m far from home and gardening brings me so much joy. Please, Father Geto—“

“Yes.” 

His agreement comes well before Suguru is ready. Or, thought it through. 

Should a noble woman be seen doing tasks as menial as gardening? 

Should you be seen without your fiancée on his grounds? 

What will you look like? 

Kneeling over a bed of sunflowers? 

Kneading the soil with your delicate, small hands—

“How can I thank you?” Your lips curl into an intoxicating smile. And Suguru no longer has the capacity to be in your presence. 

“No need, stay as long as you like. I have to take my leave.”

Suguru offers a curt wave and terse smile before spinning on his heel. Leaving you, a work of art, beneath the masterpiece that is his arc of wisteria. 

He barrels down the Chapel corridors at light speed. The pews, confessional, meeting rooms whirl by his periphery in a drunken haze.

Cold water. Cold water. 

The wooden bathroom door creaks and wails beneath his harsh touch. Suguru fumbles with the two-level lock.

He nearly strips down naked. The fire incinerating him from within is unbearable. If there were scissors within grasp he would’ve cut his braid completely off. Because even the familiar sway of his waist length mane along his back is too much. 

You are too much.

Suguru’s fingers unravel his braid and reposition his locks into a tight bun. Off the damp skin along his neck. 

‘Father….please?’

Your voice echoes from Suguru’s incapacitated brain down to his drooling cock. Icy water splashes against face. 

Suguru’s length has been weeping since you first revealed your face to him. Twitching and thrashing with every single word that came out of that pretty, sinful mouth. He’s never been so grateful that today he chose to swim with compression gear, rather than his usual bared skin. 

Are you doing this on purpose?

Wide eyed and demure. But with a voice more beautiful than any siren that has tried to lure him to his watery grave. 

Is this a test?

Suguru’s fingers desperately grasp the golden cross around his neck. Digging the symbol into his palm. 

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…” He starts. Ignited, smoldering violet eyes staring back at him are unrecognizable. 

They are not of God. 

They are dark. 

Lust filled. 

“Now. And…and at the hour of our death.” Words slip through his gritted teeth. His other hand grips the sink edge. 

‘May I please tend to your Garden?’

“God. Please.” Suguru is the one pleading. To anyone above.

For self-control. For reprieve from the shape of your lips when you beg. His cock bucks against his inner thigh. Demanding attention to the ache between his legs. 

Are you Eve? 

Have you come to destroy his Eden?

Your delectable mounds barely hidden beneath that fucking dress as the Apple?

“Holy…Holy Mary, Mother of God…pray for us sinners.” His vice grip around the cross tightens. Babbling words he hopes can provide him with some restraint, some clarity.

They don’t.

Because his other hand now hovers over the pulsating bulge in his slacks. His manhood starved. Especially having been deprived of touch. Of warmth for longer than Suguru remembers.

“Holy…Mary…fuck.” Blasphemy rolling off his tongue. 

Scorching heat radiating from his hovering palm pierces his clothing. Encasing his cock like a warmed blanket. Enticing him like the soft sex of a woman. Every single muscle is under wire tension. Forcing space between his need and his hand. 

His hands. Don’t forsake him now. He trusts his hands. 

“Father Geto? Are you alright?” Noel’s call from the other side of the door startles Suguru still.

“I’m—“ Suguru clears his dry throat “I’m alright, Noel. What do you need?”

“I saw you run in here and—“

“I’m okay.” Suguru replies, more softly this time. The boy is almost too tender-hearted for his own good.

He doesn’t miss the small sigh of relief. 

“I left your updated schedule on your desk.” 

“And what would I do without you?”

Suguru can almost hear Noel smiling across the barrier. Gleefully padding away. Completely unaware that his presence was the saving grace from disgracing himself. 

Another splash of cold water on his face and multiple deep breaths later, Suguru finally gains enough composure to emerge. 

Curious about the updates to his schedule, he strides to his office. A leather folder awaits with his itinerary.

Saturday: 0800 - 1000- Youth lecture 

Saturday: 1800 - 2000 - Evening mass

Sunday: 0700 - 0900 - Morning mass

Sunday: 1300 - 1400 - Pre-Marital Counseling [CONFIDENTIAL] 

“High court, then.” Suguru muses to himself. Pulling out the envelope with a matching demarcation. Meant for his eyes only. Should the seal be broken en route to the recipient the offender could be sentenced to death for treason. 

And at this moment, Suguru finds that fate less painful than the spear currently piercing his lungs.

His eyes burn into the names written at the bottom of the page.

The Duke Ahriman  & The Duchess-to-Be.

Chapter II

E/N: Hello from [redacted]. I am literally losing my shite. I’m already in love with the plot before it has even fully materialized. And prince-of-the-sea-Suguru? This headcannon has me in a chokehold I fear. Thank you for reading 💋

[arminsfavoritepookie]

It's messy——your relationship with them. They're both so hesitant to let you in, to have you as they wish. It's embarrassing how desperate you are for them to give you more, how much of yourself you’re willing to give. Geto always pushes you away when you get too close; he doesn't like his control slipping, the balance between you all shifting into something out of his hand. He tries to distance himself, deeming it best for all three of you. And, of course, his best friend is the complete opposite. Gojo's hyper-fixative need to be near you, touching you, scenting you has grown obsessively dangerous. He sees everything falling apart and tries to fix it. Even when he knows he can’t.

[chuluoyi]

i just watched the first episode of the elusive samurai and guess who nakamura yuichi voiced over there:

[gojoskfcbox]

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦?

𝘤𝘸: 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘥𝘴𝘮, 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬(?), 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 & 𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘤: 5.4𝘬 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢/𝘯: 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘰3 ; 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 ;3 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 "𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥" ref1 ref2 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 @/𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 & @/𝘪𝘵𝘧𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘵 <3

It’s warm in the chapel, with its warm ambient lighting and lit candlesticks along the walls and altar.

You walk into the confession booth where a small, thin wall separates you from Priest Gojo.

“Confess to me your sins,” he said. He grins to himself knowing exactly who the sin-committing person is on the other side of this wall.

“W-well..” you nervously start, “it actually has to do with you.”

“Ahh, does it? If you think God can’t forgive you, I sure hope you know I can. But please do continue your confession,” he urges you on.

“Well, the thoughts aren’t necessarily bad but more so shameful towards you given your status in our community.”

Gojo is very well amused by this statement but really wants you to admit your “sins.” He continues, “May I have an example of your so-called shameful thoughts?”

“....”

“I can assure you this is a safe space..Think about the weight that will be released from your shoulders when you let it out,” he titters on, “you know you can trust me, right?”

Feeling slightly more assured, you sigh and continue on, “Some of the thoughts are rather immodest and quite indecent..”

There was a pregnant pause and you think you just might rather a hole to hell open right underneath you and take you whole, while on the other side of the wall Gojo bites his lip to avoid letting out a chuckle from his enjoyment in this confession.

“Do you perhaps….enjoy these thoughts, hm?” he asks with mischief laced in his voice.

“..It’d be a sin to lie to you and say I don’t now, wouldn’t it?” you reply softly.

Gojo smiles heavily at this statement. “Very well, would you like to settle an arrangement to further relieve your stress?”

“If it means to cleanse my sins, I’ll go by any means you see fit.”

Gojo snickers at this statement and proceeds to inform you about your agreement, “Well aren’t you smart,..we can meet here in the Chapel tomorrow at dusk,” he trails off. “If you’re eager to find relief from this sin you so complain about?”

You stay quiet for a moment, looking down at your hands, rethinking the situation at hand, letting out a shaky breath, “Tomorrow would be suitable for me, thank you Father.”

“Do dress comfortably tomorrow night,” he mentions before you leave, “depending on the severity of your situation it could be a bit rough.”

“Of course…I’ll be taking my leave now if you’ll excuse me,” and with that you make it back to your home mentally preparing for what’s to come in the following day.

~~

Gojo sighs. He can not wait for this evening, even though he is aware that he also shares the same mutual thoughts, perhaps both of you could get rid of the sin together. It is just something about you that has started to take over his mind. Ever since he spotted you a few weeks ago attending his preachings, he was taken away by your beauty. He hopes the lord forgives him for the thoughts he gets off of you. But now, he will be able to truly fulfill his deep desire to have you. Lord forgive me, he thinks to himself.

~~

Soon it is dusk and you are headed to the church wearing your casual and comfortable nightgown. You arrive and walk in, slightly nervous to see Gojo face to face up close. For you had seen him during sermons here and there, but never in such close proximity that you might actually be able to see just how deep the sea is in his blue eyes. His eyes were always alluring and his white, fluffed hair always amazed you. Maybe that was the majority of the reason you’d only attend his sermons.

As you open the doors to the chapel, you suddenly realize you’re beginning to sweat like crazy. Rethinking thoughts that maybe you should just go home and deal with this on your own. But part of you is tired of these thoughts and wants something to be done about it. You press your palms against your stomach wiping away any moisture before walking down the wide corridor. As you stand there in the chapel, immersed in your anxious thoughts, you don’t hear Gojo arriving into the chapel, approaching you, Not until he unwaveringly stands behind you. With his tall stature, his breath from his nose exhales brushing along your ear sending a shiver through your spine. The heat from his body permeates through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

“Good evening, delighted to see you made it on time,” you can hear the smile in his voice. He sounds softer than behind the confessional booth yesterday. You don’t turn and remain silent, as if someone has stolen your ability to speak. However, Gojo is rather miffed by this as he wants to see you closer now that he has you within reach, he wants to be able to finally see how beautiful you are, instead of sneaking glances at the spot you familiarize yourself with sitting in the center of the church at the side of the pews next to the walkway. He comes even closer to your ear and softly whispers, “It would be more polite if you to turn and face me.”

You slowly turn, and look up to his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that shine as bright as the moonlight peeking through the windows. His elegant white hair, that compliments his face perfectly. His captivating smile. You also can not help but notice a little dimple. He truly is more beautiful in person. You unknowingly ball your fist & ever so slightly dig your nails further into your palm to rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts.

“That’s better.” he politely smiles. “Tell me, are you ready to repent for your sins?”

You smile shyly and clear your throat, “I believe I am.”

He continues to smile at you softly, “Excellent. Please follow me so that I may take you to the place where we will hold the cleansing.” He leads you into a room where you notice the setup of the “cleansing” that will soon take place. Gojo motions for you to come in and take a seat on the edge of the mattress. You do so, and he locks the door.

You notice the set up of the room, a small bed fit for two pushed up in the corner of the room, a small night stand with objects you can recognize beside the headrest of the bed. Thin red candles, anointing oil, a goblet filled with a dark liquid that you presume is wine, and a black fabric of some sort. The room is rather dim save for the 3pc candelabra perched by the doorway, other than that, the room looks rather cozy.

But you can feel the sweat returning to your palms but try to force the nervousness away. What makes you nervous is that he stands there in front of you. . . so close that you are resisting the evil thoughts as best as you can. You wince and Gojo smiles, “I am sure you are having such vivid thoughts again. But I assure you, this cleansing will help exorcise your mind of such evil imaginations.”

Gojo continues to explain that in order to do so, he must restrain you to the bed posts. You stare at him, wide-eyed and perplexed by the sudden statement. “I- I- are you sure?”

Gojo tilts his head and pouts his lips, “Oh absolutely! Who knows what you might do to me with those thoughts lingering in your pretty lil’ head.” He approaches you slowly staggering over you, looking into your eyes, softly brushing stray hairs from your face. He smiles faintly, “You trust me, do you not?”

You whisper back to him, “I do…”

“Oh, and before we start, to make yourself more acquainted with me, please drop the formalities, Satoru will be sufficient,” he smiles at you softly. You nod your head at his understanding. “Then,” Satoru whispers and comes close to your face, feeling his eyes turning dark with lust and fervor to finally being able to touch you, “may I show you my appreciation for your trust?”

You nod your head, and Satoru slowly leans in to cradle your face and plant a soft peck on your lips. It is quick and delicate, but it turns you on instantly. Your pussy is already starting to get wet. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru too feels arousal from the kiss and is ecstatic to see your body responding well.

Hovering above you, he bends down to be leveled with you and delicately caresses your sides. He then gently pushes your shoulders to allow you to gently lay flat on the bed, grabbing your waist to center you on the mattress. You remove your shoes and kick them off at the edge of the bed. As you lay down, Satoru kneels one leg on the bed in between your legs. He reaches from the side above you grabbing the fabric from the nightstand and whispers, “Don’t want you to witness the evil from you.” Satoru lifts the back of your head and puts the fabric over your eyes. The fabric is lacey, enough to blur your vision and still slightly make out his figure, but not enough to where it’s complete darkness.

You feel more shuffling around the bed and begin to feel Satoru grab each one of your ankles and what you presume to be the restraints he had mentioned earlier going around your ankles, then moving to each of your wrists with all of your limbs being slightly pulled away from your body. Gently holding your wrist, he asks you,”It’s not too tight is it?”

Exhaling a large breath you didn’t know you were holding, “No..it’s fine.”

“That’s good to hear,” as he kisses below your ear, softly nipping at your earlobe.

Hovering over you, you can slightly see him, you begin to feel Satoru slowly slide up your nightgown, letting it pool around your waist while the cool air infiltrates all your senses and reality of the scene happening right now. Everything at the moment is overwhelming you in such a good way you’re already having a hard time breathing.

He reaches above you again to grab the oil. “In order to enhance the spiritual connection for us, I’ll pour this oil on your body.” You nod your head. “Okay.”

You feel the cool liquid start to drip on your stomach down to the sides and Satoru starts to gently rub the oil along your body, and you begin to become aroused by the goosebumps scintillating over your skin. His hands are everywhere, both kneading hard and delicately at the same time. He grabs the neckline of your nightgown and starts to untie the ribbon that’s fastening your tits together. Untying the last ribbon, your tits relax like jello and he begins to pull the neckline down exposing your chest to him. Your breath ragged. His oiled fingers delicately hover over your nipples and slightly touch the already perked buds, which causes you to flinch and elicit a low whimper. He leans forward to your ear and gently thumbs your bottom lip. He can’t help but realize just how beautiful you look in this vulnerable state. “I believe your evil has traveled here.” He cups his hand below your breast and you gasp. “I think the best way for me to attempt to take away the evil will be me starting with your chest and working my way down, yes?”

You reply, “I understand, please do whatever you must.” You can’t help but feel an excitement pooling in your stomach from the thought of Satoru reaching down to your chest. At the sound of your approval, Satoru begins to thumb your nipples again and you let out such a heavy, airy moan, biting your lip hard from getting louder.

“Ah ah ah, that’s not going to work sweetheart,” he says grabbing your cheeks, “you and I are both here to repent for our sins, and I want to hear you repent, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry Goj-,” you get cut off, hands grabbing at your cheeks slightly tighter. “-Satoru, I said Satoru,” he says furrowing his eyebrows. “Satoru, please keep going..” you ask muffled. “Well, since you did ask nicely.”

Satoru lets go of your face and quickly pecks your lips and goes back to fondling your breasts, grabbing them lightly while his large palms work to roll your nipples between his slender fingers. Your clit was pounding at the sensation, moans being let out freely. Whispering to you that this method isn’t enough. Suddenly, Satoru’s head dips down to your chest as he moves his mouth to suck on your left nipple. His hot breath and tongue swirling over it, causing your cunt to flutter and *attempt* to flail your legs to form some type of friction to relieve your pussy. You continue to whimper and release elicit moans as Satoru moves over to give the same treatment to your right nipple. You want to grab his head so bad and pull him back up for a kiss, but with these restraints, it won’t be possible anytime soon. Satoru collects a glob of saliva and drools it over a nipple slowly. You feeling his warm saliva on your nipple, then Satoru swipes at the saliva-covered nipple, circling it around your areola, and repeating with the other nipple. Satoru dips his head above your nipple and blows out hot air on one side and cool air on the other causing your mind to go absolutely crazy with the overwhelming sensation he’s giving you just from stimulating your nipples. The sound of him sucking mixed with the wetness from the spit he’s spread has you going absolutely wild. He then takes his tongue out and slightly flicks one nipple, circling around your nipple, licking underneath the bud, slightly nibbling it, and back to sucking it to his heart’s content. Satoru smiles as he lets go of your nipple with a *pop* sound that echoes through the air. He leans back up to kiss your cheeks and neck, praising you for how long you’ve managed to continue in this stage of the cleansing. With one hand, he grazes the lower part of your stomach. “How do you feel right now?” as the other arm rubs your shoulder.

Having your eyes closed during the entire ministration he had given you, but you can imagine his beautiful ocean blue eyes looking down at you, “I feel great so far.” He chuckles lightly, “Well that means the cleansing is working. But now, it’s time to get rid of the bigger problem down there.” His eyes gaze down to your cunt, which was so pretty glistening in the oil that had been rubbed all over your body. You nod your head, “I’m ready.”

He squeezes your thigh lightly, “Excellent.” As Gojo proceeds to the next stage of the cleansing, he grabs one of the lit up candles resting beside your table side. He then comes to stand between your legs on the mattress. “I believe the evil inside should be able to feel some pain don’t you think?” he says then continues, “specifically heat…do you get what I mean?” Your breath hitches, not completely sure of what he means but you still trust him nonetheless, you just want to relish every possible feeling with him.

“Can I continue,” he asks for your approval. And you breathe out a soft “yes.” Gojo nods, “This may sting but I promise it is all in the name of the Lord. It is all to help seek forgiveness and help you, my angel.”

He slowly proceeds to strategically & steadily pour drops of the melted candle wax upon your nude oiled up body beneath him. Starting with the vertical line of the cross going from the base of your neck and dripping it down to just over your womb. You slightly flinch each drop that makes contact with your skin, but nothing you can’t handle. After a while, the pain becomes pleasurable waiting for more. Then, he proceeds to hover the wax creating the vertical line of the cross going across your breasts from nipple to nipple. Your whimpering at this point especially from how sensitive your nipples were earlier from the ministrations Satoru was providing you. He places the candle back to the nightstand and softly chuckles, very satisfied with his artwork that he’s made on your body. Hickies along your tits and the giant red cross on your torso.

Gojo crouches down, gently rubbing the side of your leg closest to him and smiles, “I believe our little exorcism is working, hm?” He hovers his body above yours, and rests his hands by your head. He leans up to your ear and whispers “You’re doing such a great job, my angel.” He leaves soft kisses trailing below your ear to your collarbone, sending a shiver down your body.

After a short silent pause, Gojo places himself in between your legs & places soft kisses from the inside of your calves. He watches from through eyelashes as your chest moves up and down in anticipation knowing what’s to come. He stops just below the area. The area where your unholiest thoughts reside, a wet patch noticeable in the center of your underwear. The area that Gojo yearns to reach, to help you overcome this darkness and reach your both of your enlightenment.

“I’ll ask again, may I help you atone for your sins,” as he slowly raises his hand above your clit, again, not too far but not too close to touching you. The aching urgency to feel his hands touch you grows and you nod your head as you whimper out breathlessly, “Yes”. Your cunt was in desperate need of attention.

Satoru begins to position his body by your side, hovering his ear above your mouth to make sure he can capture every single moan coming from your mouth. He then places an arm underneath you cradling you close to him while he slowly traces his other arm down your body towards your cunt, sending shivers all throughout your body. Slowly, he plays with the waistband of your underwear, running his fingers across the top teasing you. You jolt from the feeling, trying to clamp your legs together to gain more friction. Finally he begins to remove the article of clothing that blocks his path to utmost desire. Sucking in a breath from the cool air that had rushed to your cunt.

You can feel the slight warmth and sensation of his fingers ghosting over your clit, “Relax for me, yeah?” Testing the waters, he lightly taps your clit a couple times to get a reaction from you. With each tap, your whimpers grow louder. Your breath tickling his ear. He then tells you sternly, “I want to hear you repent, so don’t hold back now.” Without warning, he begins to start rubbing your clit in slow steady circles as your breathing grows erratic. He proceeds to figure-eight your clit but is not getting the satisfied response he was hoping for. He wants you to break loose. He knows you’re still holding back, still shy to indulge in your pleasures and fantasies. Gojo starts to rub faster & slowly begins to insert a finger. “I don’t really hear you repenting now, you sure you want this fixed?” You continue to give him strangled breaths as he pumps his finger down to his knuckle while his thumb rubs your clit, you gripping hard on the restraints that are bound to your wrists. Continuing with your lack of response, he can tell you’re close to your end. Upset with the response he didn’t get, he abruptly stops and lets out the finger inside you. This causes you to groan and let out a hard, strangled breath to escape from your lungs. “S-satoru, why’d you stop?” He looks at you and tilts his head, and smiles. “I don’t think this method’s working. I need for us to hit deeper.”

You bite your lip whimpering to him, “P-please give me more..” Satoru comes up to plant a gentle peck on your lips & goes down your body to kiss each side of the wax cross he had made earlier. He slowly moves to the top of your breasts, planting sweet gentle kisses to each nipple and to the undersides of your breasts. He then trails kisses down the line of the cross going towards your clit.

After hearing some rustling echo through the room and a slightly loud thud to the floor, you suck in a breath upon the realization that he must be standing naked. Satoru finally strips himself of his robes and briefs.You imagine how perfectly carved his body is, as if it was truly made by the angels above to be well sculpted like a Greek god. He approaches you and loosens the restraints on your ankles and begins to place his hands on both your knees to slowly spread them out.

Gojo notices the slick wetness coming from your pussy that drips down to the mattress. He plants his face right in front of it and softly blows on it which makes you moan, chest rising, and legs struggling to move around due to him holding them apart. He slowly kisses and drags his tongue along the spot where your wetness is seething, and proceeds to come up to your face to give you an intimate kiss, to which you reciprocate quickly. He goes back down to your cunt, kissing and sucking on your clit. Your breathes heaving and letting out a guttural moan. God, never did Satoru think he’d be able to have you in this position relishing in the sweet taste of you. Moving down to your hole, Satoru delves his tongue deep into your gummy walls, pushing his tongue in and out, your hands balled into fists, digging your nails into your palms. Satoru pulls his tongue out and swipes his tongue through your folds and up your clit. Your legs closing around his head as he places hand around one of your thighs to keep it open. His other other hand starts to play with your hole as he continues to suck your clit. He pulls back and globs a wad of spit into your awaiting hole, spreading his saliva around your hole, he sticks his middle finger in, and you suck in a deep gasp. Adding in his ring finger, you start to feel yourself get slightly stretched from how big and long his fingers are. Thrusting his fingers faster into you, he notices how hard you’re breathing at this point, not wanting you to cum yet, he pulls out his fingers. Exasperated from the sudden stop of his ministrations.

He rubs more of the slick from your wet cunt with his middle and ring finger, and kisses you again hard. Breaking the kiss he uses the chance to lick his fingers covered in your sweet slick. With his other hand, he uses his thumb to gently prop your lips open and swipes his middle finger on your tongue, so that you can get a taste of yourself. A taste of what lies down there. A taste of the curse, the thoughts, and the fantasizations. He then swipes his ring finger of your slick on his tongue and kisses you. Satoru dives his tongue onto yours, both of your tongues rubbing against and wrestling one another, spit and slick dripping down your mouths. Satisfied with the exchanges so far, as clearly indicated from the moans you're struggling to let out and trying to rub your cunt on his dick, Gojo breaks the kiss, a spit line connecting from his mouth and yours. His eyes half lidded in a daze from the ecstasy of your taste. Grabbing the wine from the table, Satoru takes a swig of the liquor and keeps it in his mouth, grabbing your cheeks and opening, he places his thumb on your tongue to indicate to you to stick it out. After doing so, you feel a warm liquid start to dribble on your tongue registering that it’s the wine you had seen earlier. Drinking up the slick mixed wine, Satoru smiles from how open you are with these dirty exchanges you’ve been reciprocating.

He clears his throat, “It is time for the final stage, my sweet angel.”

Gojo props himself in between your legs. He rubs his cock a little, noticing the precum leaking from the tip. Forgive me my lord, he thinks to himself. He moves to rub his cock over your cunt, lubricating himself with your dripping slick wetness. You moan and grab onto the restraints from your wrist. Flailing around from the friction of feeling him tease against your entrance. Gojo reaches his hand up to your eyes and pulls the blindfold down to your neck. Took a while for your vision to adjust but you can finally see. The glorious sight of everything you have been sinfully fantasizing about of him. His smooth, porcelain skin. His chiseled and toned, muscular body. His hands gripping onto your thigh and his throbbing dick positioned at your entrance. His lips shiny with slick and slightly stained from the wine. And finally, those beautiful blue eyes that appear to be lost in yours once you make eye contact. Shyfully, you look away after taking in the environment. He clears his throat and gently grabs your chin to make you look directly at him hovering above you. He speaks sternly, “Eyes on me. Repent your sins, and repent them loudly.” In the middle of your confirmation, he begins to push the tip of his cock inside your awaiting aching hole while you begin to start squirming. Gojo starts to rub circles on your sides and requests you to watch as your bodies connect.

“I n-need to reach this curse deeper,” Gojo moans, moving in further. Tears start forming in your eyes and he leans forward to kiss them away, assuring you that this brief pain will be over soon. Your cunt immediately clamps down on his length as he attempts to bottom out. You both groan as his thrusts start to move slower, allowing for you to get used to the size of him. After getting used to the feeling of his cock inside you for a while, you whimper to him. “Please move faster a-and~hah~ h-harder, Satoru…”

Upon your request, Gojo begins to thrust into you harder as your moans and repenting get louder. Him grabbing at your nightgown for extra leverage, pounding into you faster. Extremely turned on by the moans you finally let out freely, Gojo reaches for your wrist restraints and unties them, arms falling to the side of your head gripping the sheet below you. As he continues to thrust, he grabs the goblet on the table next to your head and places it next to your hip.

Gojo hovers over your body and pants, “You’re doing amazing sweetheart, w-wrap your arms around my neck, -we, oh fuck, we can reach it deeper like this.” You nod your head and do as his command, and Satoru pounds into you even harder, further, and faster. You’re a moaning mess, your throat starting to get dry from the heavy breathing. Gripping your thighs, he grunts in frustration, “Not deep enough baby.” He proceeds mid thrust to position your thighs over his shoulders and begins to go at a more unrelenting pace. Your vision starts to waver, your consciousness slipping. Noticing this, Gojo grabs your face and slightly taps your cheeks. He pants and grunts, “Hey, keep your eyes open yeah? D-dont, want you to miss out ~hah~ on your big enlightenment r-right?”

With staggered breaths, Gojo plants his hands beside your head and digs his teeth into your neck, leaving marks from the brutal force. You moan loudly, carding your hands through his hair and holding onto his head. Satoru, pulling back a bit, notices your eyes starting to roll back again. Gojo pants as whimpers start to come out of your mouth. You cry to him, “P-please…I-I think I’m almost there.”

“Good, hold on for a bit longer,” Gojo pants and stares into your eyes while tracing a kiss down the side of your face. “W-w-we can reach it together.” You dig your nails into his neck as he thrusts more ferociously. His sweat dripping down to your temple, you notice that his thrusts start to get weaker in rhythm while your legs start to feel sore. You can sense you’re close to your climax as you begin to feel your stomach tighten.

Gojo grabs the goblet that has been resting beside you in one hand and cups your face in the other hand. Letting out a low growl, “You are not to break eye contact during your finish, understand?” You nod your head, as tears form in your eyes, tongue lolling out, your cunt aching to reach its high.

“Fuckfuckfuuuuck, S-sato-ru, please ~ngh~ I’m alm-most there..”

“Don’t worry angel, god fuck, s-so am I.”

Satoru reaches one hand down to your clit and begins to rub at an unrelenting pace and with one final thrust, your back arches up letting out another guttural moan and Satoru moans into your neck as the both of you reach your high cumming together. With you screaming and him loudly moaning into your ear, the sounds echo through the room as you feel his warm seed start to shoot through your walls while he continues to softly coax you through your high. Continuing to softly rub your clit and thrusting ever so slowly, you twitch below him from the overstimulation. Satoru pulling his head back a bit to relish the sight of your face and body in this moment. God, you looked absolutely gorgeous with your body shiny with the oil, hair messily sprawled on the bed, some hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, chest heaving, hickies painted across your body, and the white ring that forms around his dick as he continue to slowly thrusts into you.

“Squeeze me harder,” Gojo demands, “Make sure all of me enters you”. After thrusting a bit more into you, and the sounds of moaning fade away from the room, Gojo finally pulls out and positions the goblet underneath your cunt to collect the remainder of your cum and his seed that escaped out your hole.

He then sits you up slowly on the bed, and brings the goblet to your mouth. You stare at him as he gently smiles, “Drink this as my mind, body, & soul will be one with you. It is crucial for the cleansing to be fulfilled.”

You slowly begin to sip and taste the mix of his seed with your sweet release. You gulp each drop down and after you finish drinking the slightly bitter substance from the goblet, Gojo places the goblet on a table. Noticing some of the cum that failed to enter your mouth, he licks it from the side of your mouth, grabbing your face to have you open your mouth. Kneeling a bit higher to hover his face above yours, “Open up,” obediently listening to his request, you open your mouth wide while he spits a glob of saliva-mixed cum into your mouth, swallowing it all down, sticking your tongue out to show it clean. He then proceeds to clean you up with a cloth and helps you get dressed again. Cleaning himself up after you, clothing himself as well.

~~

The two of you stand and face one another, Gojo smiles, “If you ever need to confess about any evil that is making a home inside of your mind, do note that I’ll be in the chapel readily waiting for your return.”

You politely return the smile, bow, & thank Gojo for all his efforts he had helped you with that night. Feeling slightly better as a weight has lifted your shoulders, you proceed to leave the church as Gojo kisses the cross around his neck and repents to the lord for his sins.

A couple days later, the evil thoughts decide to come back stronger in your mind. But, this time one late night, the thoughts have manifested into a tall, manly figure with beautiful black silk hair that cascades down to his waist. His eyes fixated on you, like that of an incubus. You realize then, that you need to consult Gojo about this new and more frightening concern.

✰ 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 -𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘬𝘧𝘤𝘣𝘰𝘹✰

[harunovella]

just give me a taste ; s.g.

synopsis: a devoted church goer and descendant of powerful vampire hunters, you have caught the attention of the new father of the church: a man you suspect to be the center of all disappearances. little did you know, fate has something brewing for you and the sinful nightwalker...

cw: f!reader, priest/vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, mentions of blood, pet names (little one, little dove, lots of "little"), intercourse within a church, blood drinking (he's a vampire ofc), attempted murder, dub con, basically no prep/unprotected sex, hinted virginity loss, overstim, gojo is a beast and goes at it like one (insatiable much?), somethings in the air and you aren't stopping him?, groping, creampie (kinda), cockwarming, ambiguous ending... 18+ MDNI!

wc: 3k+

an: was supposed to post this on Halloween but oh well here it is now! I love the idea of vampire gojo so here's a little somethin somethin... tbh I just love supernatural/fairytale au's and I am so tempted to do a werewolf!toji one? also, vampire!geto bc tbh he legit looks like one, so... anyway, enjoy! title inspo

There was no coincidence. At least to you there was none. The number of murders rising exactly at the same moment the town's local church gained a new priest. What were the odds?

You were well versed in all that was claimed to be folk lore. You knew of the beasts that lurked within the shadows, freeing themselves from the darkness once the moon was high and bright. Those that preyed on the weak. Those that fed on flesh and blood. Those that gained their youth through their victims' demises. The night walkers.

And you were sure Father Gojo was one.

It wasn't a secret that the creatures of the night existed, it was the matter that many of the towns folk chose to either be ignorant or cower in fear and avoid them at all costs. Curfews existed for a reason, but as the death tolls increased, the hours grew earlier and earlier. What once was at sunset became hours just before sun even reached the horizon.

Fear was rising and you were sure the town's threat was feeding off of that, too. Enjoying the worry and the paranoia of who the suspect was, wrongfully pointing fingers at those who seemed suspicious. It put the town in a state of madness, matters growing worse as more drained bodies were found.

And maybe it was getting to you, too... at least, that's what your friends believed. How was it possible the a priest who walked in the daylight, was a blood sucker?

"No way is Father Gojo a nightwalker," Shoko shook her head. The young brunette stood amongst you and your other, dear friend, Utahime. "How would he be able to step foot into a church without... I don't know, burning?"

Sighing as you peeked over to said church, seeing the white haired man kindly say his goodbyes to various groups of people, you shook your head, "it isn't what fairytales make them out to be. They don't cringe at garlic or fear the cross. They don't burn under the spritz of holy water. They are practically the undead who survive off of the living's blood."

"And you know this because..." Utahime trailed as your eyes widened, quickly looking at the two with an awkward laugh as you waved your hand dismissively.

"Reading! Lots of reading! I've read so many stories from hunters far and wide that spread their knowledge of nightwalkers," you nodded as the two, young women tilted their heads. "It's not like they don't exist..."

"We still have no proof that they do, either. It's all stories," Utahime sighed. "Word of mouth. Written on paper."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Shoko huffed as she crossed her arms.

"You don't want that..." you mumbled, but the two were already walking off, leaving you behind with a subtle frown and a shake of your head.

It wasn't like you could give your identity away. Being a hunter was part of who you were, part of your bloodline. Ancestors who fought off the evil and protected the innocent from them. A woman like you, who went to church, tended to her family and had a social life did not seem like the kind who knew how to precisely take down and slaughter a nightwalker. It was absolutely absurd, something unheard of. A man's job.

At least, that's how the townsfolk perceived it. Only men were capable of protecting others. Them being the larger population of those who saved lives. When, in reality, the women of your family and all those before you were the ones with the higher kill count. In fact, one of the very first nightwalker hunters was a female and she was the woman you descended from.

However, this wasn't an argument you could even have... just something you rambled on in your mind when an ignorant slime of a man claimed only he and his kind could protect the weak and vulnerable—the women and children.

Snapping out of your thoughts as you found yourself staring at the man you believe to be a threat to your town, Father Gojo slightly tilted his head as his eyes from behind his rounded sunglasses landed on you. A bright grin grew on his lips as he lifted and waved a hand at you. Always so charming. Always so charismatic. But you never fell for any of it. Kindly waving back before turning to join your friends, you took in a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

You hoped he wasn't on to you. After all, it had been weeks now since you started watching him, keeping an eye on his way of being. It wasn't something you were new at, you were trained for this. Father Gojo would be another name added to the list of nightwalkers your family took down.

However, unlike the rest, this one was the wisest and most skilled. All those moments you shared with him, whether it be alone or amongst others, he was careful with how he carried himself and how he spoke. He was strategic and you were sure this man was of something greater... something beyond you. How else would he survive under the sun?

Questions lingered in your head about how powerful he could be... but, you wouldn't let that stop you, would you?

It was one of those nights where you stayed in and flipped through the pages of one of your family's journals. There was a faint drizzle outside, the beautiful moon hidden behind dark clouds that rolled into the night sky. You sat comfortably against your window sill, wrapped in a cozy, fleece blanket as your eyes danced along the written text. You were so deep in your reading, recounting stories of powerful night walkers that were taken down—their abilities, their strength... what it took to defeat them—that you flinched at the sound of knocking. With a sigh, you settled the book down, leaving it opened to where you had been reading, before exiting your room and making it to your front door.

"Oh, you're awake!" The older woman before you sighed in relief as your eyebrows furrowed. She was your neighbor, someone you had known for quite some time as she and her 18 year old granddaughter would visit you often with their baked goods and bright auras. "I need your help! My— My grand baby... I— I haven't seen her. I haven't heard from her. I don't know where she is, she never comes home past sundown, she's a smart girl and is always on time! I— I—"

"It's alright," you said as you reached for her hands. "I'll go out and look for her, okay?"

"But—"

"It'll be alright," you nodded, reassuring her. "Remember, my parents taught me self defense. You just go back home and I'll handle the rest, okay?"

Gulping as she nodded, tear stained cheeks and a body covered in a drenched coat, you ushered her to go back home and lock up and to only answer the door to you or her granddaughter should she return. She didn't hesitate to do so, thanking you profusely before rushing back over to her home. You, on the other hand, slid on your coat over your nightwear. It wasn't ideal to go out in your night gown, but you had an inkling as to where the girl might be and you weren't about to waste any time.

The church wasn't too far from your home, making it a rather quick journey over. Something in you, maybe it was your gut instinct or your ancestors whispering to you, knew very will where the 18 year old was. You rushed over, clinging onto your coat as the rain picked up its pace. The moment you stood on the church's steps, the downpour came rushing towards the ground. With a deep breath, you removed your hood and pulled out your stake before quietly pushing the doors open and slipping inside.

The church wasn't large, but it was still decent in size as you began your silent search. It didn't take long for you to find what you needed—evidence. Blotches of blood left a trail along the wooden floors, leading you to where you assumed the victim was. You had hoped and prayed she was okay, but you feared it may have been too late.

You also hated how right you were now that you spotted the man you theorized to be the menace of your town.

Peeking through the cracks of an ajar door, you easily recognize the broad shoulders that were hunched over. The lengthy body that was on its knees as a body laid limp before it. You easily recognized those shoes. They belonged to the young woman. Trailing your eyes down and spotting the blood splatter that coated the ground, the sound of a whimper made you flinched as you accidentally bumped into a frame. The sound of it shifting and scratching the wall caused your eyes to widen. You were ready to hide, but your luck ran thin. Or... perhaps, out.

With eyes wide, wider than they'd ever been, you slowly backed up as the white haired predator stood before you. Porcelain skin with blood staining it, matching his button down shirt. Flecks scattered his hair, dripping lightly from his twisted grin, licking his fangs while lurking forward. You nearly forgot just how fast these monsters were, moving within the blink of an eye.

"It took you long enough, little one," he finally spoke as you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stiffen your shaking hands. You were terrified, to say the least. There was something sinister about him... something you were terrified of. You may not have encountered plenty of his mind, but none made your skin crawl like he did. "I had been eagerly waiting. I tried to be patient, I really did. I knew you sensed it. Your instincts were going berserk, were they not? I had to take it a step forward to finally get you out of hiding...

"You, a one of a kind. I had to come and find you. The church was the perfect fit. Who would have expected the priest to be the murderer? Certainly no one but you, of course," he chuckled as you shivered. "It took longer than I had hoped, finding you was a pain, but to lure you out? Quite the hassle. Of course, that never stopped me. Not when it is you. It was always you."

Bumping into a wall as you let out a faint gasp, you found yourself too deep in shock to even do what you were trained for. You were wasting too much time fighting with your own fear. He was right there, so close, you could've stabbed him... couldn't you? You could've fought him, yet you stood there, almost as if your mind were void of any thought of self defense. Your fight or flight nowhere to be seen. And he caught on to this rather quickly. Probably why it was so easy for him to lift and pin your wrists above your head.

"There is something about hunter blood like yours that is so special," he lowly spoke, leaning in towards your neck as his sharp teeth grazed your skin, "I can smell it. Unlike anything else I have ever encountered... I just need a taste." Looking deeply in your eyes, Gojo furrowed his brows. Charming his victims was easy, why weren't you titling your neck for him?

Almost as if you snapped out of your terror, you lifted your knee and slammed it against his groin. Twisting your wrists out of his grip and shoving him back before tackling him onto the ground, you aimed your stake at his heart, only to stop at the sound of his boisterous laugh.

"I should have known better than to try and charm someone like you!" He shook his head as he lied beneath you, your stake still aimed at his dead heart.

"What do you mean?!" You finally broke your silence, eyebrows narrowed as he continued to laugh, mouth open obnoxiously wide, lips still very much covered in fresh blood. "Tell me!" You demanded, pressing your stake slowly into him.

Licking his lips, he winked, "you will find out."

Gasping as he suddenly thrusted his hips against yours as you had been straddling him, you felt your heart skip a beat as your grip on your stake slipped. "You—!"

"I never wanted to kill you, little dove," he breathed, "but... it seems like you want to kill me. How painful..."

"Why? You seemed perfectly fine killing everyone else," you furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your grip once again on your stake.

Shrugging, Gojo reached up and placed his hand against your cheek as your frown deepened. You weren't sure what he was up to... and why you weren't as disgusted as you should've been by his actions. "You are far too beautiful to have your head ripped out," he chuckled.

Shaking your head as you lifted your stake again to stab him, your wrist was locked into his large hand as he smiled yet again. "Wh—?"

"I know you feel it, too," he softly spoke grin still on his sinful lips. Your eyes zeroed in on his fangs as you felt your heart flutter. "Ah... there it is... Took you long enough, hmm?" Reaching for your other hand, he brought your fingers down towards his lips, grazing your fingertips over his fangs.

Feeling your heart flutter, you bit down and snatched your hand from his grip, squeezing his cheeks with your other as you growled, "why do you want me alive?"

Grinning at your attempt to be threatening, Gojo twirled some of your hair around his finger, "the same reason you seem to fail at killing me. How many attempts has it been? Yet... here I am..." Sighing, he lowered his hand from your hair, down the side of your neck and over your racing heart. "The reason is quite simple, my little mochi... it is our fate."

There was an odd sensation filling you, gravitating you towards him as your weapon so easily slipped from your grip. You weren't sure what it was, or how it happened. Maybe it was when you blinked? Maybe he did something to you? It was impossible, your bloodline was practically immune to the ways of his kind... Yet, here you were, lips hovering his own as you felt him breathe against you.

As if the world stopped spinning, as if time stilled, then snapped so suddenly—you were now beneath him. Lips claiming yours, stealing your breath and burning a fire so bright within you that was beyond frightening.

His large hands cradled your head as his tongue slithered into your mouth, searching and feeling the cavern before meeting your own. The way they moved and pressed and glided against one another before he sucked yours made a wonton moan leave you. A sound so foreign to you, you felt your face burning brighter. Why weren't you stopping him? Why were you reciprocating? And why were you enjoying it so much? Was it true... that it was fate?

Caressing your body with one hand as his other held the back of your head, he gave one of your breasts a rough squeeze before he parted from you. Sitting on his heels as he watched your hooded eyes lazily focus on him, he gave you a hungry grin as he undid his belt and lowered his pants, feeling himself throb in anticipation. Palming himself and letting out and deep moan, he lifted and parted your knees before bunching up your nightgown at your waist, exposing your pristine white panties that had a very obvious wet patch, beckoning him.

Caressing your clothed cunt as he shifted his eyes to meet yours, listening to your sweet sounds, he leaned forward and pressed his cheek against yours before whispering in your ear, "I am going to fuck you so deeply, little hunter, that you won't be able to hunt ever again."

Shivering at his sultry words, you felt him slip off your panties before he aligned himself with your entrance, pushing into you without a warning and not seeming to care if there was resistance and that you cried out. Whether it was pain or pleasure, the sound shot right through him, making him push deeply into you before bottoming out. For a moment he stilled—not for you but selfishly for himself over how tight you were. Squeezing him to the point his breathing faltered and growls left him.

Then your eyes shot open as he began to fuck you. Thrusting in and out, nearly pulling all the way out before fucking back into you at an animalistic pace. Your shared moans echoed across the church, a sinful sound for such a holy structure. Your cheeks stained with tears as you clutched onto his arms, nails digging into his skin as he roughly held your hips. His fingertips were already leaving bruises in his wake as you were sure he was going to destroy your cervix, split you in two, and break you like the fragile doll you were.

There was a sort of haze amongst the two of you where you saw nothing but each other, wanting nothing but each other. A sensation like no other. It was dangerously blinding, but you didn't know better, the lust was overbearing just like the slamming of his hips. He fucked you like he hated you. He fucked you like he always wanted you. You were seeing stars, your breath getting caught, your chest heaving. Your mouth was open and you were panting like an animal, unable to properly breathe as your eyes practically crossed. The sight for him only made him throw his head back in laughter, incoherent words leaving his mouth that you couldn't quite comprehend. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to matter as you milked him and came violently. Your whole body trembled, you swore you were seeing white as you nearly suffocated yourself.

Then you found yourself on all fours as he fucked you again. Again and again until you came. Until you were seeing stars all over again. Until your body became nothing but jelly. You were long gone, your head buzzing, your body aching and drenched in sweat. Every time you tried to speak, your brain short circuited.

Now riding him as you dug your nails into his shoulders, tearing holes into his shirt, Gojo's hips lifted and met your own as you cried out. His hand slipping between the two of you, rubbing tight circles and beckoning your orgasm. He didn't care if you were overstimulated, didn't care if he could break you in any given second with his inhuman speed and strength, he just couldn't get enough. And neither could you.

It all blurred, how many times had you come? You were lying beneath him, legs pressed to your shoulders as he practically folded you and continued to ravage you. You were no longer coherent, your soul left your body long ago, you were just a vessel at this point. Practically lifeless, fucked out, eyes rolled back. You could hardly move, could barely lift a finger as Gojo sat up and turned you, sitting you on his cock and fucking into you again and again. You had become his fuck toy, you were brainless, hardly acknowledging anything that was said, your whines coming out weak as your pleas came out as gentle whimpers.

Your head fell back to his shoulder as he thrusted into you, grabbing a fistful of your hair in one hand to tilt your head as his other reached between your thighs and toyed with your clit. Pinching and circling as his fangs sunk into your neck. Your blood came gushing forward as you came all over him, squirting and letting out a high shriek of ecstasy as he lapped up your blood. Your heart raced faster than humanly possible, your head spun and your body shook so violently, you weakly clung onto his thighs.

Pulling away with a satisfied smile as he licked his lips, Gojo moved a hand to hold your chin as he whispered in your ear, "have you not figured it out yet? Or maybe I fucked you too good for you to even put two and two together... There is a reason why neither of us can kill one another. Why we are so drawn to each other," he hummed, licking just beneath your ear as he gave you a few languid thrusts, spilling his seed as deeply as possible into you. Groaning in your ear as he kept himself plugged in you, he then chuckled, "you and I are soulmates."

an: feelin real bad for the neighbors granddaughter bc these two are at it like rabbits while she's bleeding to death in the room... oops... anyway, thanks for reading!

[dietcola-yearning]

[totallynotashieldagent]

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bite

[alt-toast]

AHAHAHAAH ok theyre basically acolytes here. Gojo is a sorcerer planted here for now as a spy to see if the church makes any movement against them, which is why Gojo actually doesnt know anything about whats going on

[hawnks]

Idc what u say priest!Gojo is hot and real cause he jerks it while ur crying in the confession booth

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[lavenderjewels]

gojos death is sad and all but it is still SO funny knowing that gojos ‘geto stayed with me <3’ fantasy still included geto in those fucking cult leader robes. whats wrong with him

[arminsfavoritepookie]

YAN PRIEST GETO AND VAMPIRE GOJO….

His blood-red lips trail kisses along the line of your neck. Gojo's teeth— no, his fangs, sting like a burning touch against your skin, tearing through flesh with each hungry bite. Soft cooing whispers echo in your ear, the predatory timbre interlacing with the sharp pain he bestows upon you.

Even in your blurred vision, he's still there—long, raven locks of hair, the cruel curvature of his chilling grin and a gleaming crucifix caught in the fireplace light. Legs crossed, hand brandishing a sanctimonious symbol with an air of amusement.

“Be careful... Satoru, this one's delicate” The words snake out of his mouth, smooth, deceptive...insidious. The feeling of his moist, serpentine tongue tracing the gaping wounds on your neck raises an uncomfortable wave of sensation in you. “Yes, yes...mustn’t drink too much or our precious doll may break” The mocking tenor of Gojo’s voice precedes the inevitable sigh that ripples through the room.

There's a movement then—a shuffle of feet as the shadowy figure stands up, crossing the room with predatory precision. An eerily cool grin carves across his face as he reaches out, and your pulse skips a beat when he places his bloodstained fingers against your throat.

Suguru geto…the priest

A scorching breath hot and heavy teases the back of your neck, raising the hair on your skin in goosebumps. Even through your clouded vision and blood loss induced dizziness, you can still feel Geto’s ghostly presence before you.

What do you think, Satoru? Do you believe our newfound pet could handle the two of us? His tantalizing murmur rings in your ear. Gojo playfully nips at the delicate lobe, a comforting rhythm set against his hand pulling through your hair.

“Hmph… too early to say, Suguru, seems rather weak“ he leans into you further, his hold on you never loosening.

“Maybe this one needs more persuasion..”

deleting later for sure