#sacrilegious thots

[yawntu]

Okie your right bestie now that your ask box is open you have to do the avatar guys reacting to spicy body piercings. Neteyam, Roxto, Ao’nung and Lo’ak I AM BEGGING YOU

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a/n: Head so empty had to get this out though bc two other people agreed tongue ring was chefs kiss. We have a bunch of ancient cultures who pierced their tongues ritualistically so the Na’vi probably do it

Pairing(s): Ao’nung x reader, Neteyam x reader, Roxto x reader, Lo’ak x reader

word count: Little under or ~1k for each character

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Characters are 18+, Spice under the cut, all characters are 18+, proceed with caution. Descriptions of sexual activity, Alludes to fallacio, Sexual situations, Vulgar language. Inspecting? They’re looking inside your mouth idk. Spit kink (Neteyam), idk man if there’s something i miss lmk

꧁ Aonung: is no stranger to bodily modifications. He can confidently say he did not love the feeling of being tattooed the way some of his aunties and uncles would swear they did. He didn’t brag that he could fall asleep though the pain of ink being malleted security into his thick skin. Which is why for a second Aonung cannot seem to comprehend how his squirmy little girlfriend could have sat through such an ordeal, cringing at the pang of jealously that rises in him at the idea that others would have the same foul thoughts regarding the adornment that he has.

One of his favorite places to be is the netted hammock that sways outside of his marui. He enjoys the cooling sea breeze through his downed hair while watching the waves dance in the wind. Mindlessly keeping an eye out for anything that may intrigue him. It was undoubtably a good place to be whenever he found himself to be stressed or tired. Even better- it was a peaceful place to relax with you. He can agree to himself that he liked this spot even better when your legs straddled his waist and he got to rub loving circles onto your body with the pads of this thumbs while you joined in on his sea gazing. Its only when you shift on his torso that he realities thoughts had wondered past the words you were speaking. It was not often that you would loose his devoted focus, however, he realized he was not really listening to you as you spoke. Not in a cruel or inattentive way way. He did not mean to disregard you. He was just too distracted at the soft slur you give off. That was different. He has spent so long grasping at every word you said- every noise to fall from your perfect mouth. So he knows that there is something wrong.

“You break a tooth?”

He knows he is rude for cutting you off and even ruder for jostling you up as he sits up slightly in worry. Evident concern that you had fallen or bit into something and broken a tooth and that is where the slur of your words came from. That you were in pain. Though it had been some time since the incident, he remembered when Tsireya’s best friend had faced a similar ailment and his mother had been forced to pull the tooth from her skull. He shuddered remembering the ordeal, and hoped you would not go though the same pain.

“Nuh-uh,” you assure rubbing a hand against his soft cheek, eyes softening in endearment at his worry.

Your sweet boy is sitting up further to move closer to you in query when you greet him with the sight of your pretty wet tongue sticking out past your soft lips. The prettiest adornment nestled on your tongue makes his lower stomach twitch. You can’t help but pull yourself back a bit in surprise at the sight of his imposing form sitting up quicker then you expect him to. The natural reflex of your body as he adjusts your position in the hammock you were both meant to be napping on. Your movement only results in his thick calloused palms making a firm grasp for your cheeks, holding your face steadily in front of him for his viewing pleasure,

“Open your mouth.”

He’s bossy, and for a second you worry he absolutely hates it and will instruct you to remove it once you give into his demand. The thought alone is what keeps you from listening to him quick enough for his liking. Which is probably why once your lips finally start to part again his pointer finger is quick to hook over your lower teeth, pulling your jaw open so he could inspect you once again. Not giving you a choice in closing your mouth once again.

All you can do is peer down at his inquisitive eyes that seem to be judging the very ivory of your teeth and whine at how intently he is staring down your welcoming throat. He does not mean to look so incredulous as he inspects your wet mouth. Your tongue is swollen and the intrusion of his long finger has your salivary glands working overtime coating the little ball in you saliva. You look perfect on his lap, spitting all over his finger as it hooks your jaw wide open for him. He only removes the binding finger from your mouth when he inquires,

“Who touched you?”

You’re confused for a second, not realizing he means the piercing until the pad of his finger caresses the tip of your tongue careful to avoid the sore center. He can’t help but wonder what burly large man had touched your pretty fleshy tongue that belonged to him. He feels terribly for the anger that bubbles at the thought of said man getting to see you sat obediently, mouth open and waiting. He could only imagine what thoughts they had as your big pretty eyes stared at them while they made a new hole in your body. As if you mean to scorn him you only giggle. You giggle at his jealousy, and though it should vex him more he can’t help but feel soothed at your reaction,

“Your mo’ther,” you giggle and the material clinks against your teeth, and you slur over a too long bar that accommodated for the swelling.

It soothes him a little. His mother- your mother- had pierced you and not one of the men he had known with said job. Now the only issue at hand was the fact that he was sure other men would see it and have the same first thought that had crossed his own mind.

“It was for Eywa,”

The holy name cuts him from his unholy thoughts. He instantly meets your words with his objurgate simper that you’re used to. A unique expression that conveyed a playful scold that he knew was sure to leave you putty in his hands.

“Nah, you know better. That’s there for me,”

His words make your face flush a pretty shade of plum and you find it increasingly hard to look up at him. It’s endearing to him really, your cheek warm against his open palm. He runs the finger covered in your spit against your bottom lip,

“Ya, can’t wait till it heals. Gonna feel real good when you gag on my cock, huh tìhona?”

꧁ Neteyam doesn’t really care what you do to your own body. It’s your own body; how could he possibly tell you what to do with it. Besides the fact that he thinks it was cute how brave you were for sitting though it, he can’t help but find the way you toy with it annoying. Neteyam still thinks it has its own unique charn though.

Neteyam is too aware. It’s probably why he struggles so much to relax. Something always draws his attention, and he can’t stop his brain's desire to hyper-fixate on it. For this reason Neteyam is well aware of your tongue ring. In your defense he was aware of the adornment from the beginning. He knows so much about it as he was there as the sharpened point was pushed through you outstretched tongue while his mother howled in laughter at the way your tail extended out in shock at the pain.

In all honesty, he has rarely caught a glimpse of the jewelry since you had done it. Despite your loud mouth, the jewelry stayed relatively hidden behind your ivory canines. he guesses you just don’t open your mouth that wide. It’s a shame he doesn’t get the luxury of just catching a flash of the adornment. Instead, he lays here on an old roll-out woven mat, basking in the warm sun with you draped across him. It should be a calming ordeal. Yet you preoccupied yourself with rolling your tongue ring across the ridges of your teeth with no regard for the safety of the bones.

This is supposed to be relaxing. That was the point of coming out here to nap away from the intrusions of your families and burdens of society. As much as laying with you is meant to calm his ever-increasing nerves the fact that the clank of your tongue piercing gliding across your teeth in some sort of stim is ever present and driving him up the wall.

“Cut it out,”

His voice comes with a bite to your fleshy cheek which makes your eyes blink open. You pass him a displeased glance from where you lay next to him.

“Why? Am I irritating?”

You ask him so sweetly that if he had not been so sleep deprived he would have assured you that you were perfect and nothing you could do would ever vex him,

“Very. I’ll rip that thing out of your mouth,”

You laugh because he sounds exactly like his mother, yet had the same scolding undertone his father had often taken on. He is almost pleased with you when he feels you roll over half onto him, thinking you had accepted defeat and would settle down for seep. Relishing in the feeling of you tossing one of your legs over his waist and propping yourself up on one elbow to quickly cuddle against him. His sweet purr as you run your fingers through his braids swiftly almost makes you feel bad for the fact that you lean down to run your wet muscle from the bottom of his jaw to the top of his cheek. It is almost scary how slowly his eyes open. He cannot even feign shock at the way you play with him and his dwindling patience. It is ridiculous- you are ridiculous. Yet you are still shocked (and delighted) at how quickly Neteyam is hooking his leg around yours and rolling the both of you over so your back presses firmly to the mat behind you in retaliation for your annoying actions.

“Does being a imp bring you satisfaction?” He asks, though there’s no indication of real annoyance.

You grin up at him so pretty too, he can’t help but appreciate your mouth. The plush of your soft lips, and the shine of your ivory teeth,

“Undoubtably!” you chip,

And then his thumb runs across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly so he can look at the red of your gums.

“Open your mouth, annoying girl.” he huffs down at you.

Though you intend to listen to him he does not give you the time too. Squeezing your cheeks between his freed palm until you have no choice but to part your lips for him. With your leg wrapped around his waist your foot rests on the small of his back and you can feel the muscles of his lower back flex as his tail flicks between his legs in excitement at the sight. As you loll your berry-fleshed tongue out for him he wastes no time in returning the crude indecency of your previous actions to you. You’re not dumbfounded when his spit lands on your waiting tongue, but you do jerk under him with a huff. Nonetheless, you are so good for him still, waiting for him to smile and give you a slurred go-ahead before you swallow.

Neteyam guesses he likes the stupid thing. Gives him something to aim at.

꧁ Roxto is shy. Not with normal people. But when you speak to him so pretty him he can’t help but tense up at the way his mind wanders. Especially as you sit there blabbering about your home in the jungle, she should be listening but he’s too busy eying the piercing in your tongue and wondering what it would feel like on him.

Rotxo is sweet. So sweet that he feels terrible for the way he stares at your mouth from where he is lent opposite on a thick mangrove root while you speak. Chirping away at him because you had grown the closest to him out of everyone after your arrival.

Don’t get him wrong. He could spend his whole day and whole night (and whole existence) with you. He liked nothing more than sitting pleasantly next to you or with his head on your lap while you spoke. He had been thankful for the fact that you had gotten the closest to him out of anyone you could have chosen when your family arrived at his home. He truly thought you were the most interesting person he had ever met. Perhaps that is why he watches you so intently. As if he is worried he will miss even a fraction of what you had to offer. He felt like he had known a decent amount about you. Knew you well enough that he could predict what you would say before you had even said it. Which is probably why he is so eager to get his question out.

“What is in your mouth?”

He just faces the nalutsa head-on. Blurts his question out; almost cutting your sentence off early. Once your eyes snap up to meet his from where you picked at stones on the ground. Your tongue is rolling out of your mouth in response as you stand to face him,

“This?”

Of course you sound silly as you talk around your tongue, but Rotxo is just looking at the modification. His first question is did it hurt, and you gave him a deadpan ��obviously’. Despite this, you seem to be far more interested in this line of questioning than you had been while you were rambling. Ears are drawn forward in his direction, arms behind your back while your tail twirled behind you.

When he asks why you would do such a thing (despite having tattoos himself) you tell him it was a thing some of the more spiritual people of your clan would do. He could not help but feel a little guilty at the fact that all he can think about is how it would feel twirling around the head of his cock. How pretty you would look sitting on your knees with your tongue out waiting for him to paint the shiny little adornment white. He doesn’t even realize that his eyes are trained down on you, and his tail sways between his legs.

But you notice. You notice the way he relaxes on his arms more. How his pretty sea-foam green eyes relax as he maintains tantalizing eye contact. The fact that his ears are drawn back, his jaw is clenched and his tail thumps slightly against his own leg, dragging across the ground behind him would be evidence alone of where his thoughts had traveled to. The thick bulging at the brown fabric of his tweng however seals his fate. You giggle at him. If all it took to work him up was a flash of your tongue then you will surely be the death of him. He is not even listening to why you had done it, what it meant. Ignoring all talks of salvation so he could look down at you and think of what you could only fantasize about.

“Ya, but you do not really care why I got it, huh?”

Your question catches him off guard, mostly because you are right and he’s too busy thinking about you to notice that you had once again begun to ramble. He is terrifyingly intrigued when your moving to stand right in front of him, head cocked up curiously at him, an amorous smirk on your lips.

“You just care about what I can do with it.”

Like the tease you are, you glance down at his hips. It is only then he realizes how tight the confines of his bottoms had gotten.

“You really are a devil huh?” His fingers are digging into the bark of the root he leans on as he huffs out the only thing he could think to say. He supposes there was no honor in hiding anything now- to bashfully try and defend the situation. That pretty tongue of yours sliding past your teeth to lick across your lips,

“If you want a vrrtep I can show you a vrrtep,”

Your voice is charmingly playful, and he can hear the click of the ring against a tooth. As your fingers dance across his lower stomach you’ve all but convinced him to be at your mercy with no effort. When you wordlessly drop to your knees before him he cant help the noise that ripples through his chest. Parts of him buckle at the idea of letting you be in charge and show him more of that pretty tongue ring but he can’t help but be honorable. Try to gain some sort of dominance. He thought he had gained the upper hand when at the contact of one of his big palms to the back of your head. The assumption was foolish of him. To think for a second he had the upper hand. The feeling of the cool material on your tongue sliding up his thigh has his fingers knotting in your hair and his breath coming out in huffs. He thinks it’s perfect- you’re perfect. He can’t wait to feel it everywhere.

꧁ Lo’ak doesn’t mean to not notice really, you were both so busy. You should take it as a compliment how hard he focuses on your eyes when you talk. But when he finally catches on that somethings different about you and you show him he can’t help but get too excited.

You were Lo’aks very best friend. In fact, you could not recall a point in life where he was not at your side while your gaggle of friends got into mischief. In all honestly you had spent your childhood following Lo’ak around like his shadow, and it is a habit that has followed you into your adulthood. You know he is plagued with an overabundance of energy and thus kept you entertained the best. Lo’ak was many things- emotionally aware, compassionate, charming, and with no effort made you feel alive. He’s probably why you were a bit of an adrenaline junky, and why you so eagerly agreed to the modification to your body after your Uniltaron. There was some reason behind the bleeding that you did not quite know if you cared about more then the fact that there was a cool piercing in your mouth.

Most importantly, you had hoped Lo’ak would have noticed the piercing quickly, however, the fact that Lo’aks own Uniltaron was the day before yours and he (like his father) had an intense experience, meant that you had uncharacteristically been apart for what you considered too long. Lo’ak had spent the days in which your tongue was at its most swollen (and thus noticeable) resting at home. Though you had been plagued with your own duties which made any meaningful interactions between Lo’ak and yourself non-existent since then. This meant that he just hasn’t noticed the new addition to a body he was rather familiar with. The lapse in time spent together was not something either of you had been used to, nor particularly fond of.

Which is why Lo’ak is blabbering to you wildly while you both eat your supper. You think he’s cute despite talking with his mouth full, and your dazed staring is what pulls Lo’ak out of his excitement and forces him to stare back at you. It is when he noticed you’re eating lighter than usual.

“Soup? It’s too warm for soup,” his tone indicates it’s an astute observation in his mind, “Are you sick?” He asks, reaching to touch your head. You snicker at him as you smack his lingering hand away,

“No, skxawng- you really hadn’t noticed?”

The playful faux sadness in your voice still barbs at his heart. It is quickly replaced with an indescribable feeling when you open your mouth for him and he’s greeted with a heart-stopping view. Eywa you were pretty, and for a second you looked like you could really be his- looking up right at him with your mouth wide open. It’s innocently possessive for a second, really he hadn’t thought too much into why he had reacted to the view in such a way. That was until he noticed the little ball perched on the center of your tongue. Like the little stones they found in the river mollusks they used as jewelry.

“Oh shit!”

His response makes you shut your mouth and snicker while your tail wags faster than you had been used to. You even turn your head in to avoid his ardent eyes. Though Lo’ak is quick to brace his hands on the wooden table to lean over and follow your gaze,

“I wasn’t done- hey,” and when he pinches your cheeks in his hand he almost knocks over your soup with the enthusiasm he exudes.

“You are acting like a fool,” your smiling half out of amusement, half out of pure inarticulate flabbergast at how quickly he had become interested in the orifice.

“Does it hurt?” He questions.

If it’s possible his smile grows larger at the shake of your head,

“Let me kiss you then,”

It leaves his mouth before you can even tell him how the pain has passed. It’s incredulous, how brazen Lo’aks words are considering his parents were barely out of earshot also enjoying their meal.

“Are you the one with a fever?”

Your voice crack is loud as you grip his wrist, and you make a note that you lean closer to him almost subconsciously.

“What? We have kissed quite a bit?”

In secret- in private- not when everyone you knew was right there, you were sure people presumed but you did not particularly feel the need to deal with the questioning eyes of either your families or your friends.

“You’re parents are right there, Lo’ak. I am not-” But his pretty wide smile cuts you off, and his tail swings down to snatch your swaying one

“We can go somewhere they’re not,”

There’s a snort in his voice like it’s the obvious answer. As though the both of you getting up and walking away together wouldn’t have drawn the same questioning gaze that kissing would have cast upon you, Eywa knows why you are dumb enough to nod at him. Quickly moving to stand up first, but pause when his tail stays wrapped right around yours halting your movement, and you look to him quizzically.

“You gotta wait a minute before we’re going anywhere,”

You’re confused. He was just so eager to be alone with you. How could he possibly be more interested in his previously abandoned meal? And how can he be chuckling at you- and why is the free arm he had propped on the table motioning towards the bench you both sat on and- oh. Thats why. The undeniable tent forming. A reminder why you so quickly agreed to be whisked away by him.

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doin’ something unholy - NSFW - Kagero x Reader x Igarashi Daiji

So guess who watched the Revice Forward movie and has things to write about Kagero and Daiji because i love myself? Yes. I do. 

I am so sorry

Warnings: Kagero x Reader x Daiji and full of sin. Kinda AU where they’re demons like actual demons and Daiji and angel I guess...I’m tempted to do a spider demon!Hiromi smut thingy bc I got thots. Uh...I kept it as GN as possible. Don’t bother sending me to church I’ll turn it into my hell hole. Anyway enjoy

What a lucky, lucky, little thing you are...

Fire licking at your body, hellish flicks and licks of a forked tongue toying with your form - spread out upon the altar of communion, where God can witness the most sacrilegious of unions. 

Of devil and angel, of God’s most holy of creations placed in front of mortal flesh and feasting. 

The devil beneath you parts your legs further and further, the sea of honeyed wine entering his lips and he partakes within your adoration. His tongue flickers in and out of his mouth, chuckling and sending vibrations into your spine that only denotes of furthering yourself from the clutches of Eden. 

But the angel hushes you.

He, with his holy light and wings stained with hints of devilish black, only press his lips to yours and deft hands flutter against your chest, nipples tweaked left and right - a whine leaving your lips and echoing into his. “Daiji...” you mouth out against his wet lips, your shaking hands gripping his to cease his sacred onslaught of sending you into heaven. “D-Don’t let me-”

“It’s okay, I got you,” his wings flicker against the corner of your vision, wrapping around your chest and shielding it from the snake’s gaze from the earth below. “Kagero,” he chides out, “I think that’s enough.”

“Hmm?” Kagero simply purrs out, an ebony nail tracing the mountains of marks he dotted against your supple thighs. “Is it?” his tongue flickers in the candlelight, lapping up the last vestiges of your cream and purring as the cat would. “Have they had enough?”

“Yes...” came the hoarse little croak from your swollen lips, throat simply red and raw from being blessed by their cocks down your throat and unleashing prayers within this holy house of God towards the devil and angel beside you. “Please let me cum.”

Kagero lets out a small whistle as he stands back up to his full height, smirking and towering over your sitting form as the angel’s wings further fluff up to shy your body away from him. “Then swear yourself to me-”

“Kagero!” Daiji bats the other’s hand away, anger bubbling within his chest. “Don’t do that to them!”

“But I want to.” he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look up to your new deity, to fall into piety. “What will the answer be, hm?”

Daiji hushes him, a wing further shooing the other away before taking you further into his arms, peppering kisses to your already flushed skin and hoping to cool it down. “Do not listen to me.” his fingers slither towards your nethers, tempting you with the vice of heaven and choir. Dusting with light, careful, and adoring touches - banishing the welts of the demon. He is prepared to worship you as the god that you are, and to be worshiped in turn.

“I don’t care who it is...” came your sinful little whine. “Just...let me cum.”

It’s this tiny little prayer to the angel and devil in front of you, a last sacrament to both who hold your life in their hands...

God cannot save you now...

[jabba-theslutt]

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It's the long one™️, the love of my life (jk), my baby. Sacrilegious :) The original version of this was a crack idea that was supposed to be lighthearted, instead I ended up writing something with a much more serious, and darker tone. I still have part of the original written, but it won't see the light until this fic is done lol. So instead of silly demon Anakin running around a temple full of monks, we got a fantasy au with murderous demon Anakin

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Yet again it's Sacrilegious, so instead I'll share the two that are tied. The first one is Blasphemy, which is a bit surprising considering that it's a horror fic and there's no ships present (only Qui-Gon torture). This is the fic that changed the tone of Sacrilegious because I was trying to figure out what happened to Qui-Gon in the original version

The other one is My Heart Sings for You. That one was a crack fic that I thought of in the shower and who's sole purpose was to get the writing juices flowing. I had fun writing it and trying to come up with awful poetry

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I'm ignoring Sacrilegious again, so instead it's Silken Tofu. This one is mostly just smut with a little bit of crack. I kept thinking of tofu as I was trying to come up with the fic. I really wanted miso soup lol. I actually like this one quite a bit, the idea of Anakin thinking Obi-Wan is a virgin when he's really a thot was extremely funny to me

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It's Sacrilegious...again. Then it's Blasphemy, and then it's Silken Tofu... So instead I'll share Firm Tofu. It's Silken Tofu but from Obi-Wan's point of view

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Jizz Music and Other Types of Sounds. It was just a warm up for me, I spent about twenty (?) minutes or so on this. It's mostly just addressing how weird the words Jizz Music are (wth GL????)

[undermattsun-archive]

ok which skate rat would try to fuck in a church?

well i mean,,, defs suga,,,,,,, but idk tendou would try n fail,, semi would succeed

[b0ba-chan]

i just saw priest sakusa and i want to do very nast things with him in a confession booth

[superunnatural-supersass]

[bangtanloverboys]

do it bestie. demon jungkook😳💧💧💧

IM GONNA DO IT. DONT KNOW WHEN BC I GOT THREE OTHER PROJECTS TO DO BUT LIKE,,,,,,GAY DEMON JK IM COMING FOR U BABEY

[mrsswaino]

profane .

frank castle x f!reader .

warnings : 18+, smut, sacrilegious/blasphemous, oral (f receiving),  penetration.

firstly, wtf thank you for 200 followers?! secondly, i'll get to requests soon i swear. one thing about me is that i love soft service top frank castle. anyways, in crazy over you i kinda touched on this - but i think i need to expand on the thot. i'm gonna try sum and pray (haha) for the best. no summary if you wanna know you gotta read. but anyway enough rambling - i hope ya like. not proofread.

if frank castle is anything, he’s a sinner. been to hell and back more times than he could count, and most of the time enjoyed it. in fact found himself searching for, and creating destruction. soaking in somber had even become somewhat delightful to him. after all, happy was a kick in the balls waiting to happen.

never did he think he could find faith. utter another prayer. seek retribution. believe in any deity after all the atrocities he’d seen, especially after how bloodthirsty he’d been himself. he found peace in hell - not prayers, or hope in heaven and some god.

boy, was he dumb.

he found all the faith he could need in a simple showing of teeth. uttered multitudinous prayers against lips. sought out retribution while suffocating between thighs. found his own personal deity walking on land, with a heaven meant just for him.

even if his god was just as if not more so, of a sinner than him. he’d die on the cross like jesus himself without a second thought for any monstrosity she committed. listen to every word that fell from her lips as if they were from the bible. kneel at her bedside as if it was a shrine. offering every last bit of himself as if he was in some church.

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god, if every second of it all doesn't feel like heaven though.

he found himself delirious at just the feeling of your lips on his. so soft, and plump against his slightly chapped ones. yet, those same soft lips fought his for dominance even while they uttered small whines. the same soft lips that kiss scars no one else knows exist. the same soft lips that spill his name as if it tasted like honey - never did he think his own name could sound so sweet.

the thought too alluring for him not to soon be bringing his lips to your jaw, and hands to the hem of your shirt. while he’s not one to hurry, in seconds he's got you topless and is trailing kisses along your torso. his rough, calloused hands that have your body memorized so well they barely register the way they gratify you. even in the way they slightly graze over your thighs when stripping you bare.

relishing in the feeling of your skin against his palms, proud of the patches of discoloration on your neck as well as your chest left in his wake, and admiring the sight of you beneath him is euphoric. utterly euphoric. keen on the thought of marking you up so more, he’s nipping at your thighs. he’s greedy and delirious though, can't help himself from just a taste of the mess between them. even the pathetic please you let out in impatience, has him slightly losing grip on reality.

but as if he’s some disciple, he’s indulging you (and himself) with eagerness. as if he could ever stop after just a taste - as if he's not a gluttonous mess for anything you. he proves it in the way he’s lapping at your cunt like a man starved.

you tugging at his roots, leads to a muffled groan between your thighs which had you yearning to close them. thus, leading to him holding you wide open, burying his tongue further in your cunt.

“s’pretty spread out f’me like this.” he states in a somewhat condescending tone, barely bothering to take his tongue off you.

all the effort of trying to buck your hips into his face is a waste, the grip he has on your thighs too strong to really do anything but dig your feet into his back. in response, he just tries to pull you even closer to his face, before bringing your clit in between his lips. he lets one of your thighs go free, opting to bring his fingers to prod at your sopping cunt. separating his lips from your clit, to instead look at him slowly plunging his two fingers in and out.

“s’fuckin messy, princess.” he mutters with a smirk, before he's wrapping his lips around your clit again.

with the curl of his fingers, he’s got you right where he wants you.

“let it out f’me, baby, c’mon.”

then there’s a tug on his roots paired with a string of curses and his name, “attagirl.”

there’s just something about it. how he thinks of you as some god on earth, but he can make you a moaning overstimulated mess at will. how those prayers he says between your thighs, has you chanting something similar. how he can make you just as much of a mess for him, as he is for you.

taking his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, hes reaching for the hem of his own shirt. you’ve barely come down from your high by the time his cocks starts stretching your cunt, and his hips are driving into yours. no matter how hard you try though, no words come out, just whimpers and moans.

“i know, baby, i know.” he mumbles into your jaw, before placing a gentle kiss there.

hes basking in that all too familiar feeling of your walls squeezing him just, and your nails clawing down his back just enough to sting a little. your heads falling back, and your eyes are squeezed shut, before you feel a strong grip on your jaw bringing your head back up.

“look at m’fuckin’ you,” he starts, “ya’ want more, huh, darlin’?” he questions, condescendingly.

before you can even nod your head his hips are drilling into yours and all you can get a grip on is him. physically and mentally.

it’s like both your senses are so clouded with each other. he can taste your lips on his. you feel him inside you. he can hear the breathless whimpers tumbling out of your mouth. you can see where he’s going in and out of you. and all he can smell is the intoxicating scent of you.

“feel s’good ya’ can’t talk, princess?” he questions, bringing his hand between your thighs yet again.

he knew you were close already, especially after he gave you basically no time to come down from your last high. but now he can feel how close you are. how you're wrapping your legs around his waist. the nails digging into his shoulder blades. the way your cunts wrapping around him.

before he can even get a teasing comment out, he’s feeling the mess you’re making drip down his thighs, and seeing yours shake.

“god, look at how messy ya’ made us baby.”

[mrskurono]

title: Tricked with a Treat || Karim Flam x fem!Reader word count: 1.5k tags: fem!Reader, sacrilegious content (fucking around in a confessional booth), blow job, oral cumshot, cum swapping, minor overstim, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, exhibition, unedited character(s): Karim Flam (fire force) synopsis: inspired by this thot

Onyango and the sisters would welcome the children into the cathedral. 

In droves they came. Excitedly clutching their plastic pumpkins or pillow cases. Some of them pointing at fellow fire soldiers or those of the Holy Sol Temple, and then pointing at their mimicking costumes. Little fire fighters, priests and nuns mixed in with mighty creatures, scary ghouls and silly faces. There was a way about going about the annual trick or treating at Company One. 

Inside they’d get a sight to see from Captain Burns wowing the kids with a little display of flame. Paired with some holy words about what Company One does and how important it all is.

Capped off with Li offering more kind words of Sol as the kids were on their way to collect their candy. Giddy faces ready to see you and Karim with big bowls of candy in front of the confessional booths. Ready to receive a prayer and a treat. Everyone and the kids were dumbfounded when neither of you could be found.

“Shhh-” You can hardly contain the giggle with your lips pressed against Karim’s, “You’re so noisy~”

Clenching his teeth while his head rolled back. Karim could hardly keep to himself as your breasts pressed against his chest. And your hand dipped down to continue rubbing against the underside of his cock after the drove of passerby's came for the candy you two rightfully left outside.

“I wouldn’t be so noisy, if you weren’t doing noisy inducing things-” Karim grumbled through gritted teeth. To no avail though as you dropped back down to your knees in the cramped confessional booth.

Licking your red lips. Red as the hokey red devil suit you showed up in today. Unlike the red fabric that clung to you and dipped too far down on your breasts. The red to your lips was from the candy you’d scarfed down before talking him into doing such a wild thing. Karim couldn’t say no though. With how sweet your lips were when he kissed you. And the softness to your body when you pressed into him. He’d wanted you the second you walked in with that stupid devil outfit on.

“Aww, the priest likes the devil~” You tease as you run your tongue up and down his cock. Watching his knuckles turn white as Karim grips the edge of the wooden and worn seat that hundreds had confessed their sins in, “Painting my lips with your cum will be as easy as stealing candy.”

Karim groaned lowly when your lips wrapped around his length once more. Struggling to stay silent as you began bobbing up and down his cock. Sweet and sticky, candy coated tongue lavishing every inch of his cock as skillful hands massaged and tenderly groped his overly sensitive balls. 

“Y-You’re going to get me all sticky- With your sticky-” Karim babbled. Head filling with nothing but pleasure as the walls seemed to close in on you both. Swallowed with the sweet scent of the flavored treats on your lips. He felt like the sound of your lips slurping up and down his length was louder than anything else. Even that though. With the tightening in his stomach Karim couldn’t stop you even if he wanted to.

Washing your dexterous tongue all over his slit. Making a show in your scantily dressed costume that you’d yanked down the second you were both sealed away in here. You squeezed and groped your tits as you licked his tip for all the precum leaking from it, “Then wash it off Karim~ Wash it all off with your cum~”

No need for the dull confessions booth to be illuminated. Karim saw everything he needed as you squished and pressed your breasts together. Cheeks hollowed out with his cock past your lips. Sucking the life out of him as he felt the tightness of his stomach finally reach it’s crescendo. 

Cum spilling in thick globs all over your tongue. Baited breath paired with giggles as you let go of your breasts to instead stroke and milk him for all he was worth. Squeezing out every last drop as Karim’s brows pinched in pleasure. And his wads of cum rested happily on your candy stained tongue.

Raising back to be at eye level with him. Karim couldn’t deny you as you ran your fingers through his hair and yanked him close. Lips brushing yours. Sweet with artificial cherry and salty with his cum. Almost addictive as you let his cum dribble off of your tongue into his very willing mouth. Karim grabbing at your sides as he leaned into you and caught your tongue between his lips. Sucking needily on your tongue as you laughed and pushed it into a deeper kiss. Locking lips while his cock rubbed against the nylon of your lower half. 

“I’m not done yet.” You whispered against his lips.

“Please don’t be done yet. You don’t have to be done yet.” Karim panted against your lips in an attempt to reconnect the kiss.

You were more than happy to hear and feel his eagerness. 

Turning around in the cramped booth meant for one person. You both made it work. Karim’s priest robes pushed up even further as you shimmied down your red bottoms. Revealing the wet spot in your costume and the fact you came to work without panties on. Before he could remark though you sat back on his cock.

Instant shivers running up your spine as Karim’s cock slipped with ease past your soaked slit. Resting back in his lap as his cock twitched and he rutted his hips up into yours just so all of him could be inside you.

No quips could be shared with both of you panting. As your juices leaked over his cock and the cramped confessional booth offered little leverage. You did your best to stand as your hips moved up and down. Karim holding the edge of the seat firmly as he watched his cock disappear inside you. Coating in glistening juices as you fucked him. 

Bouncing up and down on his cock. A creak to the wooden box you both locked yourself in. Karim’s low moans could be heard behind you as you leaned forward. Watching your tits bounce as you rode him. Enjoying the feeling of his cock nearly pulling all the way back out. All before sitting back on him and moaning the second the tip of his cock kissed your deepest parts.

“S-Shit-” You felt your stomach clench and your pussy flutter over his cock, “ ‘m close-”

“I’m gonna cum- Don’t move- I’ll cum-” Karim rutted his hips up into you to match your movements.

“Just do it-” You shook your head, unable to stop your hips as your clit throbbed and you frantically rubbed your aching bud, “Just fucking cum in me- I’m so close-”

Circles over your clit as you felt your walls clench around him. He already came once so it shouldn’t be too much. And the way your orgasm was reaching it’s peak there suddenly wasn’t any other care in the world but that. Your pleasure building just as Karim’s thrusts got deeper and more erratic. Struggling to keep an even pace before you suddenly gasped and swore you saw nothing but white. 

Orgasm crashing down on you as your insides twitched and tightened around him. Sticking your own slick fingers in your mouth to hold back your moans as you rode out your orgasm on Karim. Wiggling your ass back on him and feeling your clit throb in time with your cunt fluttering around his cock. Keeping yourself silent purely by sucking on your fingers and groping your tit with the other hand.

Not realizing until after your high that there was a warmth spreading through you. And out of you.

Slowly rising off his cock. You spread your legs to watch globs of the lieutenant’s cum drop to the confessional booth floor under you both. Karim still slouched back on the bench as he watched just as aware of his cum leaking out of you.

“Karim Flam.” You tease with a grin, “Naughty naughty. A holy man just came in the devil.”

Grin cocked to the side he leaned forward and gripped his hips as he kissed your ass cheek with a deep sigh, “I’d do it again too.”

Bending down and wiggling your pants back up. Making a show to slide the red fabric over your ass and turning around so Karim knew his cum was safely inside you for the rest of the day. You can’t help but pull his face against your stomach and run your fingers through his hair, “Don’t worry. As a holy man, I know you’ll finish what you started later.”

[yawntu]

✨Brain so empty don’t think about how Rotxo takes care of you ✨

a/n: he is just so fine. Cant keep him out of my stupid brain

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader

warnings: NSWF / MDNI, all characters are 18+, Fingering, Some tail stuff, He’s sweet obviously, Almost get caught not really, Slight exhibitionism

You should never let yourself think about how early mornings with your sweet and attentive Rotxo usually go. How he should be using the lull in time to appreciate how beautiful you were and to listen intently to the soothing drawl of your lips as you recall the finer details of last night's dream. How could he when his dream chatted so warmly right in front of him? How can he not take advantage of the solitude morning provided to make his far more achievable dream a reality?

Instead of foraging the receding tides for mollusks to eat for breakfast like you had asked of him he planned to use the decently far walk from the bustling village to his advantage. He could make up the disruption of your time if it meant he gets the chance to use you as he sees fit. He can’t help it. You still look so sleepy trudging down the beach with him. Wrapped up in your shawl to keep the sea breeze from assaulting your just-awoken skin.

Do not think about how easily Rotxo can convince your sleepy little body to bend over and clutch onto a mangrove root while one of his big hands wraps around the base of your swaying tail, angling your hips up sharply for his viewing pleasure. How quickly his full cheeks pull into a dimpled smile when he reminds you he is just helping you wake all the way up so you would not slow down the rest of his day. Ignore how his fingers are so thick that you are confident that you would be satisfied with just his fingers scissoring in and out of you for the rest of your life.

"You gotta’ be quiet," he sounds more concerned than he is. Despite the scolding in his voice he calmly picks up the pace of his fingers bouncing against your g-spot because ultimately- Rotxo does not care too much if anyone knows what he gets to do to you.

"Just breathe ya? I know you can do that."

The slur of his words is undoubtedly the reason for the almost painful clench at the pit of your stomach but you can only focus on how sweet the kisses he lays on your sweat-sheened back feel. How his tongue sliding up your spine is going to make you cum. How he mumbles sweet words about how lucky he was for the creamy ring that's gathering at his knuckles against your skin. Half distracted by how pretty you fucked open for him to perfectly articulate how wonderful of a morning he was already having.

For the love of Eywa don't think about how he is the one who had originally bent you over, but now that he's so hypnotized over the ripple the skin of your ass rewards him with as he fucks his fingers into you he can't help but mumble and whimper about how bad he wants you to cum for him. So enchanted by the way your skin moves for him that he can not possibly focus on anything around him. You are being so good for him, focused enough to not moan like a whore for him. The only noise he can focus on is the sloppy echo of your now dripping pussy.

"Always so fucking wet,"

Don't think about the fact that Rotxo cannot hide how badly he wants you. Not when his voice cracks and he begins tugging on your tail. He considers himself lucky that you are coherent enough for your eyes to focus way down at the opposite end of the beach,

"Our friends," you can't help your winded voice when his fingers are such an intrusive force, "they're coming towards us- the roots won't hide-"

Don't think about how quickly Rotxo's face would leave your neck to peak past the privacy of the flora. Don't think about the fact that he'll growl and tense slightly but does not let the punishing pace of his fingers falter.

He does however immediately let go of your tail, fingers hooking around your frame reminding you how small you are compared to him, large palm smoothing over your lower stomach. When his fingers make contact with your clit you can not help but whine for him and buck into his hand. The decibel of your voice only raising again when Rotxo follows his assaults with encouraging whispers reminding you that you only have a few seconds to cum all over his fingers. You really can't think about how he acts as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened by the time your friends finally reach the two of you minutes later. Quick to ignore any implication of the thought despite the fact that your tswin are still connected and the love stick eyes you both share are undoubtable.

i’m sorry he got me feral

[onsunnyside]

Okay so priest!steve I had a thot

What if he’s not quite as corrupting, like he has the urges but he’s trying to stay pious and good but then he meets reader and just feels the instant connection

And reader kinda feeds into it, flirting and giving him a very intense look whenever they meet (or maybe when giving out communion if we wanna be really sacrilegious ig😳) and just pushes it and teases him only because she doesn’t think he’ll really do it but he’s just getting closer and closer to snapping while growing more and more obsessed and grappling with it all

😳

(Hehe I found the ask !!) YES YES ! I would love to write about his inner conflict🌚 that eventually just takes over when you’re finally alone for the “retreat” omg… he places the body of christ in your mouth and you give him those eyes😳 BUT YOU ARE ALSO CONFUSED (maybe a little scared) AND HIDE YOUR FEELINGS IN YOUR DIARY (THAT IS LATER GIVEN TO STEVE AFTER YOUR PARENTS FIND IT) and after he reads it, all his restraint snaps like a thread

[jangofctts]

omg I just read so much of your writing and I’m 🥺🥰🥲🥵 the absolute royalty shit that we see here today. i’ve recently discovered I am very into ~thigh riding~ so do u have any thots on how our boys (especially our clone babes) feel about it? much obliged

IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY KEJHKJRH SO HERE YOU GO OMG

boba: yEs--boba absolutely adORES when you crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. he’ll either pat his lap and invite you up or it’s one of those times when he’s intentionally ignoring you and you have force your way onto his lap so he has to pay attention. imo the first time you ride his thigh you weren't intending to, you wanted to fuck him but with boba, if you want something from him he’s gonna do it his way or twist it into something to tease you. so he’ll say something like “if you’re so desperate, ride my thigh” or maybe “ride my thigh and then we’ll see if you deserve my cock.” he’ll sit back and enjoy the show with a smug grin, one hand gripping your hip. he’s not controlling your pace, it’s mostly just there as an anchor bc you’re gonna be doing all the work. you’re lucky if you get to ride his bare thigh, but most of the time he’s got pants on so they always end up soaked after you cum and boba always teases you for it, “ruined another pair of pants, little one” but really he isn't even one to talk, he’ll be rock hard and leaking through his pants too. he’ll also nine times out of ten put his fingers or thumb into your mouth to suck on while he flexes and pushes the hard muscle of his thigh up to your cunt. he likes that satisfaction of knowing that even his thigh can make you shudder and whine his name--a bit of a power trip esp if he’s sitting on the throne. he’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards if you’re a good little princess for him          

din: din wants you to ride the beskar thigh plating. he doesn't realize it’s a thing he finds arousing until you sit over his thigh and he sees the heat from your thighs fog up the metal while your arousal smears over the shiny beskar. literally it’s like something just CRACKS in him and he goes feral for it. a dark thrill that comes from seeing your cunt drip over his precious armor, something so sacrilegious that shouldn't be arousing but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. sure, it’s a bit cold at first but the more you get into it the quicker it heats up--it’s slippery too, not a lot of friction unless you drag your clit over the seams of the armor, but with din’s hands holding onto your hips and dragging you over his thigh, it’s not long before you cum. din is gonna be encouraging you the whole time, just a constant flow of praise and little moans of his own. he might bury a hand in your hair or slip off his glove and touch your clit when your hips roll up into his hand. he’d loose his mind if you lended a hand and palmed him through his pants. he doesn't even care if he ruins his trousers, he’s just so...fixated on the hypnotic motions of your hips rolling over his thigh, your wetness dripping off the plating and onto the floor. he might focus on your mouth, parted with gasping moans or how they roll the syllable of his name. he likes to watch you come undone like this, shuddering and whiney as you cum and eventually roll off his thigh. he probably busts a nut right then and there if you start to roll your tongue over the beskar, happily cleaning up the mess you made. but....sometimes...lick it off himself just to get a taste of you       

paz: big boy blue ALSO likes when you ride his beskar, but he likes it better when the armor is off and he gets to feel your wetness for himself. he has big ol’ beefy thighs and likes when you straddle one and start to ride him like that. imo he likes it when youre pressed up right near his cock so when you roll forward your own thigh brushes against his cock. it’s also just easier for him to grab your hips, set a pace and watch you squirm and whine. ngl he’s more interested in fucking you, so he’ll get cheeky and start jerking his thigh or holding you in place while he circles his thumb over your clit. p much will sabotage your wild ride and convince you to slide onto his cock instead. though,....if you were to tie him up, tease him bye riding his thigh, he might like that :)  

rex: oH rexY BOY--listen, rex has heard ALL about thigh riding, or rather what the clones like to call it, “paint job”. he doesn't understand the big deal, thinks that it’d be a complete hassle to clean and what not. in my oPiNiOn he’ll be sitting with you in an empty break room or on a couch, you both have feelings for each other but nothing's been said yet. somehow the topic of paint jobs come up and he tells you what he thinks and how it “couldn't possibly feel good, blah blah blah”. you just roll your eyes and you ask if he’s even tried it. he definitely blushes and mumbles out a no and with a leap of faith you ask him if he wants you to ride his thigh. baby boy rex gets very shy and embarrassed about it but he’s not gonna say no. so you’ll flash him a little grin and peel off your pants and your over shirt, make rex relax against the back of the couch/chair and sit over his plastoid covered thigh. even though when you start to grind on his thigh you still have your underwear on, rex with pick a corner of the room to just stare at. it’s not because he doesn't like you, he’s just incredibly shy and afraid he’ll cum in his pants if he looks at you. you gotta cup his jaw and force him to look at you. when that happens his eye will immediately drop to between your legs and just moan at the sight. he gets it now. seeing your arousal that’s already leaking through the thin fabric and staining the blue and white plastoid--he has to grip the fucking sidearm to anchor himself. his armor is one of the only things that he owns and is proud of, so seeing you riding his thigh, moaning and whimpering his name he goes wild for that shit. unfortunately he does end up cumming in his pants but eh fuck it. it was worth it   

cody: he likes when you ride his thigh in semi public places like the 79′s, debrief room, gunships, you name it. imma explain the 79′s scenario bc im a whore but anyway, cody likes to bring you on dates there, one because the drinks are free for him, two it’s dark and so unless someone is really looking at the two of you, it’s pretty secluded. he always chooses a back corner table and after a couple drinks you start to get handsy--nuzzling his neck and wiggling your fingers between the gaps separating his thigh and codpiece. it alWAYS starts like that. cody will chuckle, push his nose into your neck and nibble a line up to your ear, then bite down onto the cartilage. in that dark, rumbly voice he might sigh “such a depraved little creature. we’re in public”. but you can feel his smile and how is pulse quickens under your fingertips. cody will sigh and shake his head as he pulls you onto his lap, bUT--he’s gonna have you with your back to his chest plate, your dress/skirt/pants rolled up or down just barely in the view of anyone who glances over or looks a little closer. it’d be no secret what you both were up to but cody likes that. dude doesn't have any shame and so he’ll wrap an arm over your hip, push you panties to the side and slide his fingers through your folds. once they're coated in your arousal he might pop them into his mouth or yours, clean them off then flex his thigh onto your pussy. when he asks you to grind on his thigh you readily agree. while you ride his thigh he’ll nibble at your throat and suck bruises onto your skin, either watching your wet pussy slide over the plastoid armor or on the look out in case one of his brothers comes near. one time, just as you started to cum, a couple fresh shiny’s got an entire eyeful of you arching and burying your nose into cody’s neck as he rolled his fingers over your clit. safe to say they were a bit spooked--but of course, cody thought it was the funniest thing and couldn't stop laughing even if you were close to tears with embarrassment. now....he doesn't invite anyone to watch, but he wouldn't say no to a few prying eyes          

wolffe: I feel like with wolffe, it’s gonna be right after a mission--one of you might've almost died or gotten real hurt so he’s not thinking about fucking you properly--he just want his mouth on yours, hands buried in your hair as he pins you against the wall. I dont think he initially meant for you to ride his thigh, but when he wedges it between your legs and you moan into his mouth the second he increases the pressure, he freezes. he’ll do it again and when it receives the same reaction from you he smirks and tugs on your hair and might say smthn like “you like that? if you wanted to ride my thigh you could've asked sooner”. he’s either focused on your face or on your pussy, just soaking up all your little reactions or twitches when you roll your cunt over the plastoid. he'll have both hands on your hips, helping you grin up on him, while you either cup his face or grip his arm. either way youre in for a wild fucking ride--wolffe tbh wants to see his armor dripping by the time he’s done with you. sO do nOT be surprised if he just, doesn't let you stop, pushes you to keep going until he’s satisfied. imo I think he’ll make you lick it up after, or just in general would really Like It if you run your tongue over any part of his armor. he likes to be Appreciated :)

wrecker (im sorry I just nEEDed to include him kejkejh): honestly since baby boy wrecker is uh, so big, thigh riding is some of the first things you try with him. you’ll both be butt ass naked bc it’s just easier to explore like this, and while wrecker is eager he knows he has to think about his strength in order not to overwhelm or hurt you unintentionally. he’s a bit of a goof ball so when you straddle his thigh and bring his thicC fingers to your cunt he’ll smile and say some shit like “wow, you’re wet” or like “is it always this wet/soft?” he doesn't mean for it to be teasing, it's more like he’s just stating a fact bc he’s curious about you. you just nod and say it’s all for you, baby/only for you. the second you put your cunt over his thigh he’ll curse and clamp his hands around your hips or ribcage, and just to make the experience all that better for him, you’ll jerk him off while you ride him. wrecker is very vocal/loud and so you’ll know exactly what you’re doing that he likes--he’ll probably tell you how pretty you look, or how good you smell etc., that bOY IS SO FULL OF LOVE and just wants to tell you! it doesn't take long for him to spill into your hand, he shakes and no doubt wakes up half the barrack/ship but who the fuck cares. you just smile and continue to ride his thigh, chasing your own thigh. once he recovers a bit, you can grab his fingers and show him how you like to be touched. he’s a surprisingly quick learner with this and so it doesn't take long for you to cum. afterwards he’ll run his fingers over his thigh, collect the mess you left and taste you and maybe say “you should ride my face. can we do that?”     

[osakunt]

Either way Expect a monster!haikyuu work.

more like a few. All of them SMUT. Imma try to get the sacrilegious Thot thought done too.

[fandom-blackhole]

Hello! Love your blog btw! ♡♡♡ my thought is about Ezra and how much he would probably enjoy anal. I feel like it's unfortunately a bit unexplored for this character but I don't feel like he would be content not to explore this facet in a settled relationship. I imagine the taboo of such a thing would get him off a lot and he would talking non stop the entire time, making you blush and want more. He's so poetic I imagine his bedroom talk would border on sacrilegious 🤤 just some thots. Have a wonderful time! ♡

Oh fuck, listen anal is my little secret, and boy howdy I did say earlier that I thought Ezra was one of the kinkier pedro boys and fuck did I mean it....

Ezra is a prospector, and a good one at that, that much we know. So of course he is leaving no area unexplored and untouched, that V E R Y much goes for his precious lovers as well. He will do anything and E V E R Y T H I N G you let him do and this very much includes anal. Ezra isn't a shy man, but many lovers have turned him down and looked down on him for his interest when he has asked in the past, so with you he tries and takes it a step at a time. He starts by leaving small comments hear and there. Especially when he's fucking you from behind he'll spread your cheeks, and make a comment about you, "absolutely gorgeous fluttering hole". When you moan and squeeze his cock at his comments he starts taking it a step further and brushing his fingers against it whenever he can, occasionally shoving his thumb inside you and just listening to you sing for him. Eventually after awhile of him dancing around his want, you bring it up, and Ezra just smirks and his eyes all but glow with last. And when you give him permission to fuck you in the ass the way he has been dreaming about, he jumps you and drags you to the cot, not able to wait any longer. Ezra will N O T shut up after that, he undresses you and leaves hickies all over you body just praising and thanking you for giving him such a precious gift, and if you've never done this before he'll just worshipping you for letting him be the first person to ever pleasure you this way. He makes sure and takes his time preparing you, because he wants this to feel just as good for you because you are giving him something he'll cherish forever. And after he finally slips into he just moans your name loudly and you better hang on for you life because he is going to have you screaming and crying as he just obliterates you. After this first time though, expect him to jump you whenever he wants because this man is greedy and once he has a taste he will not be able to stop himself from going after more....

I'm soooo happy that you enjoy my blog!!! And I did have VERY wonderful time thinking about this....I will be thinking about this for awhile, so thank you

(Send me THOTS!!! Please literally anything and everything, I love hearing what you guys are thinking!!!)

[undermattsun-archive]

do u know that ur skate rat x catholic reader got me in my feelings now

we get to live in sin together <33