#vixen's flame

[mesu-senshi]

MHA Fanfic Continuation: "Vixen's Flame"

OC: Danielle Bun

Alias: Vixen - Quirk: Kitsune

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Part 7.5 (Dabi's POV)

A Quiet Morning After

The hideout was silent when I returned. The usual mess of League members and their chaotic energy was nowhere to be found, leaving an eerie calm. Even the walls seemed to breathe easier without the usual tension hanging in the air.

I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head.

Everything felt different. The way Dani looked at me, the way her fingers lingered on my skin like she was grounding herself in me. And I let her. I let her. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so fucking present in something, anything. But last night... it was like everything that mattered had blurred into one endless moment of heat and tenderness and rawness that had no place in my world, but somehow, I didn’t care.

We hadn’t just kissed. We didn’t just share some rushed, messy sex. No. We connected. It was different this time.

I know I’m not good at this. I’ve spent so many years being numb, being disconnected from people, that I’ve built up an armor around myself. I never let anyone close enough to hurt me. But with Dani? Dani’s different. I couldn’t keep the distance anymore, no matter how much I tried to bury it, no matter how much I needed to protect myself from anything that might make me feel like I was more than just a weapon to be used. But last night, that armor? It didn’t feel necessary. It didn’t feel like a shield.

I felt her. I felt every kiss, every soft caress, the way her touch made my chest tighten and my thoughts scatter. She had a way of making it all seem real—more real than anything I’d ever let myself believe. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t alone in my own mind.

The way she melted into me when we kissed, how her fingers ran down my back, tracing over my scars like she knew they were part of me, part of my history. And fuck, the way she looked at me—really looked at me, like she saw past the flames, past the anger, and into the broken pieces no one ever dared to look at. I let her. I wanted her to see it.

And when we made love?

Shit. That wasn’t just physical. It was raw and desperate and full of everything we’d both been hiding for so long. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch when I touched her. She pulled me in, just like I pulled her in, like we couldn’t get close enough. Her body, her warmth, everything about her felt like something I needed. Something I wanted.

There was no pretending, no acting. No game. Just two people—two fucked-up, broken people—finally admitting that they wanted each other. That they needed each other.

I can’t say it was love—not yet. Maybe it is, but I don’t know how to name something like that. But there was a part of me that felt... whole with her. More whole than I’ve ever felt, even in my own skin. It wasn’t just about sex, or affection, or even the idea of having someone at my back. It was something deeper. Something more dangerous. Because I knew I wasn’t supposed to want it, but I did.

And now? Now, we were back at the hideout. I should be acting like I always do—cold, distant, unaffected—but it’s fucking hard when I can still feel the heat of her body against mine, the soft whispers of her voice, the way she had whispered my name like she was carving it into her soul.

As much as I hate it, I can’t stop thinking about her. About us. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. Not like this. But the truth is... I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with this feeling. I can’t bury it. I can’t pretend it’s nothing. It’s something. And I think she feels it too.

I’d never admit it out loud—not to her, not to anyone—but part of me wants to keep her close. Part of me wants to protect her, to hold onto her and let her be my fucking anchor in this world of chaos. But I can’t get too soft. I can’t be that guy. Not with everything we’ve both done. Not in the life I live.

But she... she makes me want to be different. Makes me want to be more than just the flame-wielding asshole who burns everything he touches.

It’s fucked up. But somehow, it feels right.

I shake my head as I pour myself a drink, ignoring the emptiness that’s still gnawing at me.

God, I’m not sure what the hell is happening between us. But I do know one thing: I’m not ready to let it go. Not yet. Not now.

Not when I’m finally starting to feel like I’m not alone in this damn world.

[bizlybebo]

coughs up blood

[demon-blood-youths]

The Misadventures of the Panther and Dragon || Closed RP

@the-silver-peahen-residence ( Jinx ) hangs out with Ink

It's another day in New York City. A bustling city with lots of activity. Things happened here and there in the Big Apple. However, when there is so much to do, there is also so little time leading to indecisiveness.

"Ugh...." Ink is at Central Park, hanging out with Jinx, leader of the Cursed Vixens. She is sipping her soda and looks over to her, "Jinx? Got any ideas on what to do today?"

[a-bluedream-posts]

Dehya by Kittew

[a-ferins-fire]

So is your hair made of hair or fire? I cannot tell, does it glow?

*He sighs exasperatedly.* No. With my magic, it is set ablaze. It does not glow, and my hair is not burnt away because it's magic fire.

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Infernal Flame Vixen

"2 Pyro-Type Level 4 monsters Once per turn: You can detach 1 Xyz Material from this card; this card gains 500 ATK until your opponent's End Phase. When this card with 2500 or more ATK is destroyed: Target 3 monsters in any Graveyard(s); banish those targets."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Are you sure you and Davion don't remember much towards what happened? Can't you tell us?

@demon-blood-youths

"Uhhh what do you mean?" Breezy was confused hearing the anon but Davion sighed having a idea.

"Sorry anon, we can't say. That's private like we stated before. Even if we did know we are not saying anything.." he said but he and Breezy did know that. Even Yuuka too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"He's just too cute like this...you seriously are so cute!" Breezy was hugging and snuggling Rust right now while he was held against her being petted by her.

"E..easy Breezy I didn't expect you or Davion to find them this cute." he said even if he felt Breezy nuzzling against the ears more gently she even kissed one that he yelps to cover his mouth.

"Even if that's the case. You do look pretty cute." Davion said even petting his head and carefully scratching behind his ears.

"Again, I'm not that-" That's when he tenses to relax in Breezy's arms while he was whining like a puppy. Both Breezy and Davion blinks but smiled finding it more precious. They were just going to worry about spoiling him for the time being.

Though, it resulted in her and Davion taking a nap while snuggling Rust who was flushed red trapped in between them who was smiling but he was sleeping too.

~~~~~~~~~

"..So sorry that's all we will say." Davion said with Breezy nodding.

[needlenxggin]

just gonna drop some tags for his shippies uwu

[mesu-senshi]

MHA Fanfic Continuation: "Vixen's Flame"

OC: Danielle Bun

Alias: Vixen - Quirk: Kitsune

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Part 7.

The League’s safe house wasn’t luxurious—far from it. It was cramped, with creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper, the kind of place no one looked twice at. That anonymity made it perfect for hiding, but comfort? Not so much.

By the time they’d finished divvying up the few usable beds, it was obvious someone would end up sharing. When Twice and Toga exchanged smirks before grabbing the last bed, leaving only a narrow twin mattress in the corner, Dani narrowed her eyes.

“They’re doing this on purpose,” she muttered.

“Obviously,” Dabi drawled, leaning against the wall with his usual nonchalance. “They think it’s funny.”

Dani shot him a glance, her cheeks warming slightly. The two of them had been skirting the edges of something for weeks now—something unspoken, something electric. “You could always sleep on the floor,” she teased, crossing her arms.

“And miss the chance to make you uncomfortable?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Not a chance.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

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The Shared Bed

Later that night, the room was silent except for the soft creaks of the building settling. Dani lay on one side of the bed, her back pressed against the wall, while Dabi sprawled on the other, one arm slung over his eyes.

The bed was narrow enough that their arms brushed, even with both of them trying to keep space.

“This is stupid,” Dani muttered, shifting slightly.

“Agreed,” Dabi replied, his voice muffled. “But I’m not moving.”

She huffed, though she wasn’t really annoyed. There was a strange sort of comfort in his presence, even if she’d never admit it.

Minutes passed in silence. She thought he might have fallen asleep when his voice cut through the darkness.

“You’re fidgeting.”

“You’re taking up all the space.”

He snorted softly but didn’t argue. After a moment, Dani sighed, sitting up slightly.

“Okay, come here,” she said, her tone softer than usual.

Dabi tilted his head to glance at her, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

“You’re clearly uncomfortable, and I’m not spending the whole night fighting for room. Just—” She tugged at his arm gently, guiding him to lay down against her. “Get over here.”

For a moment, he didn’t move, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he shifted, laying his head against her chest.

Dani wrapped her arms around him, her fingers brushing against his hair. “See? Not so bad.”

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The Cuddle Session

At first, Dabi was stiff, like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. But as her fingers combed gently through his hair, he began to relax. His breathing evened out, and the tension in his shoulders eased as he melted into her touch.

Dani couldn’t help but smile, the corners of her lips curling upward as she felt him finally let go. For someone who exuded so much fire and confidence, he seemed almost fragile in her arms.

“Dabi,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You can let go, you know. You don’t have to keep carrying everything by yourself.”

He didn’t reply, but the way his hand clutched at her side, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, spoke volumes.

For a long while, they stayed like that. Dani traced soothing circles along his back, her touch slow and deliberate. Dabi’s breathing grew heavier, his head tucked against her neck like he was trying to disappear into her.

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The Kiss

“Dani,” he said softly, his voice rough and barely audible.

“Yeah?”

He lifted his head slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. The look in his eyes was vulnerable, unguarded in a way she’d never seen before.

“I don’t… I don’t know what this is,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “But whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.”

Her heart squeezed at his words. Slowly, she cupped his face, her thumb brushing against the staples in his skin. “It doesn’t have to,” she whispered.

Dabi leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opened them again, searching her face. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, he closed the distance between them.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first, as though he was afraid it might break something. But as Dani’s lips moved against his, warmth flooded through both of them, chasing away the cold edges of their world.

When they finally pulled apart, Dani rested her forehead against his, a small smile playing on her lips. “Still think this is stupid?” she teased gently.

Dabi huffed a quiet laugh, his hand sliding up to cradle her face. “Maybe. But it’s our kind of stupid.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, they both allowed themselves to simply exist in the moment—together.

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The night stretched on, and every kiss was a silent confession, a surrender. They couldn’t stop—each time their lips met, it was as if they were both letting go of everything they’d been holding inside. Every lingering touch, every breathless pause, only fueled the desire to have more, to claim and be claimed, to break down the walls they’d built so high between them.

Dabi’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing into hers with a hunger that neither of them had expected. They were tangled in each other now, no more teasing, no more pretending it was just a passing moment. This was real, this was them.

His lips found her neck, a trail of kisses down her throat that made her shiver, made her gasp. Dani’s hands traced the curve of his back, pulling him closer, her own body arching up to meet him. Her heart raced in sync with his, both of them lost in the overwhelming tide of heat and connection.

"Do you want this?" Dabi's voice was raw, barely a whisper against her skin, but it held the weight of the question that had been simmering between them for so long.

She didn’t hesitate. "Yes," she breathed, her hands tugging him back to her lips, claiming him in the most intimate way possible. The kiss deepened, urgent now, as if they were both trying to consume each other whole.

Dabi’s fingers brushed the sides of her shirt, his touch hesitant but filled with need. Dani shivered beneath him, her hands moving to pull him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as their bodies aligned perfectly. No more hesitation, no more second-guessing. They were here, together, in this moment.

The kisses continued, frantic and passionate, a tangled mess of lips, skin, and unspoken emotions. Their hands moved over each other’s bodies, tracing the soft curves and hard edges, the lines of muscles and scars that told the stories they had never shared aloud.

Each touch, each caress, felt like a revelation. Dani’s fingers brushed over Dabi’s tattoos, tracing the flames, feeling the heat of them, as if she could unlock every part of him. His hands found her curves, pulling her closer, his lips never straying far from hers, as if the mere act of kissing was not enough to satiate the fire that had ignited between them.

They didn’t speak, not much. They didn’t need to. The shared looks—those fleeting moments where their gazes met and held, silent understanding passing between them—spoke louder than words ever could.

Clothes slowly disappeared, discarded carelessly on the floor, their need to be closer than they ever had been overriding any shred of hesitation. Their bodies met, skin on skin, in a beautiful, chaotic embrace, as if every part of them were trying to get closer, to become one.

Dabi’s kisses moved lower, his lips tracing a line from her mouth down to her collarbone, then to the soft curve of her breast. Dani arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair, urging him closer, her breath coming faster with every touch.

Every kiss was a promise—a promise to never let go, to never pull away again. His hands roamed over her, exploring, claiming, while she did the same, marking him as hers in a way that felt both dangerous and exhilarating.

And when the night seemed to stretch endlessly, when they thought they couldn’t go on, they found each other again, tangled in the sheets, unable to stop. A kiss shared on the tips of fingers, a kiss pressed deep into the curve of her neck, a kiss whispered across the contours of his chest. There was nothing but each other, nothing but the warmth and the heat and the way their bodies fit together as if they were always meant to be.

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The Morning After

Dawn crept through the blinds, the pale light spilling across the room and painting the chaos of their night in soft, golden hues. Dani woke first, the gentle sound of Dabi’s breath filling the silence as she turned her head to find him lying beside her, his arm draped lazily across her waist.

She blinked slowly, her mind still clouded with the remnants of the night, the fire they’d shared, the moments of vulnerability that had made them both raw and real. The sheets were tangled around them, a mess of limbs and bodies and whispered words.

She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him just yet, her eyes studying the marks on his skin, the faint burn scars that were a part of him, part of his past. Her fingers traced them gently, her touch tender, as though she were memorizing every inch of him.

Dabi stirred, his eyes flickering open, meeting hers. There was no uncertainty in his gaze this time, no walls. Only raw honesty, vulnerability.

“Morning,” Dani said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Dabi chuckled, his voice still hoarse. “Didn’t think we’d still be here.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” she replied, her hand reaching up to gently brush his hair from his forehead. The intimacy of the moment, the softness between them, felt surreal after everything they had been through.

He propped himself up on his elbow, gazing at her with that same unreadable expression. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to stick around after last night.”

Dani’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She cupped his face gently, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I want to,” she whispered. “I want this.”

The air between them shifted, the tension from the night melting away as Dabi lowered himself back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice full of warmth, “me too.”

For once, it felt like they didn’t have to pretend, like they didn’t have to fight. They were just two people, lying together, vulnerable and connected in a way that neither of them had expected. The world outside the room could wait. For now, it was just them.

And for the first time in a long time, Dani felt at peace. And so did Dabi.

[bizlybebo]

idk if i’ve said it recently but mutuals i seriosuly appreciate you all so bad. i may not always have the spoons 2 respond in a timely fashion or at all but i’m srsly soso glad i met all of you. u guys make the internet more bearable and i love talking to youuu augh<333

[demon-blood-youths]

A Happy Halloween Demon Party || Closed Rp

@the-silver-peahen-residence

"Hey Jinx! How's your costume coming along?" Asked Ink as she is already dressed in her costume. The party has been set up, all the invitations were sent and a handful of people came early.

"You need help?" She asked her, checking up on her.

[simpalert]

guess who spent a good chunk of their life making a whole list of all my lord ocs

...

this gal thats who

[arcthriftjockey]

Charades of Muscular Animals

[sstargirln]

❞ ᝰ .ᐟ nicholas alexander chavez as father charlie mayhew

TW : unholy AF , smut MDNI - oral ( m receiving ) , p in v — swearing , not proofread

word count : 2917

¡! ❞ a/n : i am NOT a christian so i really do apologize for any inaccuracy or disrespectful connations this has . also so sorry for the long ass lead up to the good bit

lust.

the deadliest of sins, the one father charlie had preached against thousands of times from the pulpit. yet, here it was, not in the confessions of another but gnawing at the edges of his own heart. he could feel it now, burning low in his chest, a desire forbidden, pulling him toward the very thing he was sworn to forsake. he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer for strength, but the silence that followed held no answer.

“in the name of the father, and the son and the Holy Spirit.” 

it was all your fault – the dark-haired vixen that had appeared one sunday at mass, sitting in the front pew with wide eyes and soft pink lips. for the first time in years, he stumbled during his sermons. spew of holy words stammering to a stop as he met your gaze. you knew what you were doing—he was sure of it. sitting there with legs crossed in that tiny dress, making charlie reconsider the church’s dress code. you lean forward just enough for him to catch the curve of your chest. absentmindedly toy with the hem of your skirt. your fingers brush your bare leg, drawing his eyes like a moth to a flame. it was deliberate, a quiet rebellion against the sacredness of the space. but father charlie couldn’t deny the way his body stiffened under his long alb as he watched your meaty thighs rub against each other. lord, give me the strength to honor my vows. 

each lick of your lips felt like a sacrilege, a violation of the very sanctity he was sworn to protect. the altar, the rituals, the prayers—they all seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the pure desire that radiated from your presence. the air thickened with your heady vanilla perfume, intoxicating him with every breath he took. 

communion makes his cheeks flush. you approached the altar, hips swinging and grin already wide as you looked up at him. 

“this is the Body of Christ, given for you.”

his fingers brush over your jaw, then your lip as he slips the host in your mouth. a flash of the inside of your mouth, warm and pink, sends his mind reeling. 

you begin chewing immediately, mumbling an ‘amen’ as you stare up at him with a sly little smile. “thank you, father charlie,” your voice a sultry hiss that wrapped around him like a silky ribbon. 

he told himself it was just a test—one sent to strengthen his resolve. but you were the devil incarnate, and he couldn’t deny you – couldn’t deny the thoughts that slipped into his head late at night as he tossed in bed, torn between the lifestyle he had vowed himself to keep and the wild, reckless sin you ignited within him. it was pathetic almost, the way he found himself pumping at his length, eyes squeezed shut tight as he imagined your face behind them, your hands instead of his. he was perilously close to surrendering. 

“go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

father charlie turned to step off of the altar, collar itchy after another long 2 hours of simmering desire. he runs a hand through his hair, trying to collect himself as he adjusted the altar cloth behind him. after an hour-long sermon on moving away from the temptations of the flesh and into the light of God’s love, he couldn’t shake the irony that gnawed at him. a voice from the pews broke through his thoughts.

“father charlie!” 

is this some type of sick joke?

he hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned to face you, standing in front of the front row of pews with a Bible in hand. 

“yes?” he replied with a kindly smile, forcing a calmness he barely felt. you were dressed in a pretty blue dress today that barely reached mid-thigh. oh lord, forgive his wandering eyes.

“i need some help,” you said softly, taking a few hesitant steps closer to the altar. he towered over you as he balanced on the edge, breathing heavy as he glared down at you. “i’ve been struggling with my prayers.”

“what kind of help?” his voice came out low and husky. you were like a little lamb, begging to be defiled. so innocent. so willing, so warm, so wet. 

you shrug in response, still steps below him. “i thought maybe you could help me find the right words. show me how exactly to connect with God.” 

father charlie felt a flicker of indecision. here, in the open church, with other mass attendees milling about, he was a man of God first and foremost. no matter how raging his desire was, denying your request felt like a sin of its own.

“perhaps we should talk in my office,” he said, finally. “it would be better to discuss this privately.” 

your eyes darken at the suggestion, and he couldn’t help but notice the stiflingly close distance you kept as you followed him down the aisle. 

his office door opened with a click, and he gestured to the singular chair in front of his desk with a wave. “have a seat, please.” you slid into the chair, the fabric of your dress shifting in a way that left him momentarily breathless. he took a seat opposite you, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism as he laced his fingers into each other on the desk. 

you leaned in over the desk, resting your elbows on the surface, your gaze fixed intently on his. “i want to feel a real connection,” you confessed, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “but sometimes I feel so lost, like my words are just… empty.” a flitter of a smirk plays on your lips as you watch father charlie lean forward as well, so your arms are inches apart. 

“well, i can help you with that,” he offered. “why don’t you start by talking to me? many people believe in men and women of the church to be intercessors to God.” his pulse quickened as his gaze, despite his will, dropped to your chest yet again. lord almighty, he was so hungry. “it’s about sincerity, about opening your heart to the divine,” he continued, his voice strained. “you need to be willing to confront your innermost thoughts and feelings.” 

“what if my innermost thoughts are. . . unconventional?” your voice was low.

“every thought is valid in the eyes of God, even those that might seem inappropriate,” father charlie smiles shakily, spreading his hands so they were resting right under your elbows. he could feel himself pulsing at the confines of his pants, so hard it was painful. 

“what if,” you pause, and he can almost see the gears turning in your head, waiting for the right time to deliver your next line. you were savoring the moment, the way he hung onto your every word like a puppy. “what if i want to fuck a priest?” 

father charlie’s breath catches, jaw going slack as his eyes dart over your face. your pupils were so dilated they swallowed the color of your eyes. the room was silent for a few moments, the only sounds his heavy breathing and your nails, raking over the wooden desk as you stood up. 

the priest was motionless while you swung around the table, slow and purposeful. father charlie's heart pounded violently in his chest, his mind scrambling for control. but the moment you stood beside him, he felt his resolve crumbling. your fingers grazed his shoulder, ghosting down his arm. “is that too sinful of a thought, father?” you coo, lips dangerously close to his ear. 

forgive me, lord. 

his eyes practically rolled back in his head, body taut as your fingers trailed back up over his arm and found their way to his neck. “hm?” you hum, your hands sliding to his shoulders, fingers beginning to lesuirely knead at the stiff muscles beneath the black fabric. he looks up at you, his mouth slightly agape as your fingers glide over his shoulders. “talk to me,” you purr, your voice dripping with honeyed sweetness.

“what do you want me to say?” he managed, his voice a low rasp. “this isn’t right, and you know it.”

“mm, but you’re not protesting much,” you teased, slipping your fingers into his hair. with a soft tug at his dark locks, you pulled his head up closer to your face as you leant over the back of the chair, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. 

he swallowed hard, heart racing, as you traced the outline of his lips with your fingers. “let me help you, father.”  your fingers lingered just at the edge of his mouth, teasing, inviting. “it must be years since you’ve truly felt good.” 

he couldn’t think. the weight of his collar felt heavier, tighter around his neck, as if it was constricting his very soul. forgive me, lord. 

his mouth fell open, tongue immediately reaching for your fingers. they slid in easily, curling wet and slippery against his tongue as he swirled around them desperately. you pressed a touch harder, your fingers slipping deeper into his mouth, urging him to take you in. his lips form around your fingers firmly, suckling at them all the way up to the knuckles.

you pull your hand out of his mouth, reveling at the way his entire body shudders at the loss. 

he tried to swallow, to form a coherent protest, but the words clung to the back of his throat like ash. instead, he found himself leaning upwards into your face with desperate urgency. his tongue slid in between your parted lips with a frantic sort of passion, whimpering inside your mouth as you moved over to bend in front of him. he took you onto his lap eagerly, pulling you around him so he was nice and straddled before his starved mouth seeked more of yours. his large hand moved to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. oh lord, he wanted to devour you. the thought was almost primal. a small guttural moan escaped his lips, the sound barely audible over your ragged breathing and the scrape of the chair against the floor as he pushed it back. when he finally pulled away, the room was enveloped in silence. charlie’s lips were swelled, spotted with red where you had bruised them. a smile spread across your face, bright, as if you had just won the lottery.   

“tell me what you want, father,” you breathed. 

charlie closed his eyes slowly, not willing to gaze into the face that had become a symbol of sin to him. “you know what i want.” 

“i want to hear you say it.” you murmured, your voice a coarse mix of seduction and command. 

father charlie’s eyes flit open, voice coming out in a little raggedy whisper as he grips at your waist. “you. i want you.” 

he watched as your eyes light up. “what a confession.” your fingers swept down from his lips, brushing against his jawline as you kept him pinned under your gaze. his chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, every tense muscle quivering under your touch as you leaned down, lips grazing his throat. “well, i can help you with that,” you say, smiling up at him as your mouth made it to his high collar. 

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how you had managed to get his alb off of him in such a short amount of time, charlie had no idea. perhaps you had experience with other men of god. 

he could barely think, lethargic, as you dotted kisses down his torso, hands lying limp on your back as you moved lower and lower. you kneel on the ground, lips grazing over his still covered erection. you look up at him with an imploring look in your eyes. please. as if you even had to ask anymore – you already had him half-dressed and a sinner in his own church. 

lord, forgive me, lord. 

you unzipped his pants pain-stakingly slow, letting them drop to the ground. he barely even looked at you as his boxers came down next. his hands found their way to your head and his fingers tangle into your locks. you run your tongue down his length, tracing the outline of his tip. you give a little shriek as his hand shoves you down onto him – forcing the entireity of his manhood down your throat. father charlie’s head goes reeling back, giving a low moan as you hollow out your cheeks to accomodate his size. you begin your sloppy endeavour of giving him head by bobbing up and down over and over until charlie’s moans turned into wild whimpers, hand still firmly gripping at your head. one of your hands reached out to lightly grip at his balls, eliciting yet another pornographic keen from the man. “shit,” he hissed as he bucked his hips into your perfect mouth. he spurted wildly down your throat before lifting your head off by your hair. you pant, using the back of your hand to wipe the spit and remanants of his climax off of your mouth. finally, charlie releases your head and you collapse into his knee with a sharp intake of air. 

you watch as the man slowly stroked at himself, red and puckery from stimulation. father charlie craned his neck down, extending a hand to cup your cheek. you look up at him with big doe eyes, placing kisses on his palm as he rubbed at your jaw. “stand up for me,” he muttered, grabbing at your waist when you obey, shoving you back onto his lap. you sit just inches from his dick being inside you. you’re silent as he runs a hand down your neck. his hand reaches the neckline of your dress, and he wrenches it downwards with a crooked finger. your tits spill out over the hem, and you see as his eyes darken even further. 

charlie wasted no time before latching his lips onto you, slurping at your left nipple while palming the other. he lapped at the smooth skin ravenously — not daring to leave a single mark as he soflty nips at your chest. he trailed wet kisses up to your face, stopping so he could look you right in the eyes. “you’re beautiful.” beautiful enough to make him forget his vows ever existed, beautiful enough to have him accept that fornication is not a sin, beautiful enough to make him have full confidence in the fact that this was love, and not simply a lustful infection of his brain. 

“don’t make me blush,” you reply, pressing a long kiss to his lips before shifting on his leg, hands postioned at his shoulders. you hover just over his dick and gaze at his scalp while he continues to plant kisses on your throat and his hand finds your panties. they’re pulled eagerly to the side, a single finger testing the slick entrance before you drop yourself onto him, two simultaneous groans filling the room as you adjusted yourself on his cock. charlie’s hands find their way to your hips under your dress, grip iron-tight.

you felt better than he could have ever imagined.

you let out a slow exhale as you push yourself up by his shoulders, trying to bounce on him like you had so many before – but he was too big. 

father charlie observed as you winced, eyes pressed firmly shut as your walls scraped against his length. a little mewl escapes your lips. a lazy smile creeps up on his face. he lets you struggle for a few more seconds before stopping you with a little scoff. “shh, it’s okay,” he cooed as you protested weakly. “let me.” he snapped his hips into you, satisfied when he hears a lewd, long moan from you. your fingers grope at his chest as he relentlessly thrusts into you – rapid and hard. your mouth hangs agape and your head is crammed into the crevice of his neck while he fills your ears with breathless moans. with each frenzied push, you felt your walls tighten, your climax approaching quick. finally, your vision goes white and you let out a loud scream as your body falls limp onto him. charlie continues to fuck you as you drooled on his shoulder, overwhelmed by the pure force of the orgasm you had just experienced. eventually, he finished up as well, murmuring something about buying you a pill before releasing his load into your warmth.  

✮✮✮

“in the name of the father, and the son and the Holy Spirit.” 

you sat, head bowed, fingers interlaced, trying to focus on the familiar cadence of father charlie's voice echoing through the chapel. for the first time since the few months you had been at his church, his sermons were smooth as honey, flawless and hypnotic. you dared a glance up, just a flicker of your gaze through your lashes, and caught the moment his eyes found yours, however briefly.

“go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

"father charlie!"

he hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned to face you, standing in front of the front row of pews, an innocent expression that didn’t fool him for a second.

"whatever you're about to say," he cuts you off, his voice low and tight. "is better discussed in private."

¡! ❞ © sstargirln 2024

[shalomniscient]

That feixiao post…

Feixiao growling in your ear as she works her knot in, her grip tightening, pulling you closer. Tighter.

[nsft utc]

cw. omegaverse

the first time you take her knot is certainly a challenge. she’s just so… thick, forcing hiccuping whines from your lips every time she bumps it against your lower lips. feixiao huffs and grunts above you, large hands intermittently squeezing at your soft waist. your own are digging into her back, clawing into her tattoo in a way that has shivers running up and down her spine. she kisses the corner of your mouth, lightly nipping to refocus your scattered attention, halfway-drunk on pheromones and her scent. it settles thick in the air around you, lining the insides of your lungs and only adding fuel to the flames of your desire.

“relax, little vixen,” feixiao breathes, her lips shifting lower to press kisses along your jaw. her teeth scrape down the sensitive flesh of your neck, lithe tongue darting out to taste the sheen of sweat on your skin, right over your pulse point. you shiver and whine, a sound so intrinsically omega that it has her jerking her hips a little more forcefully in response, her knot pushing against your tight entrance.

“b-big, ‘s too big,” you whimper, and feixiao growls deep in her throat before sinking her teeth into the slope of your neck, just above where it meets your shoulder. almost a mating bite. it has the desired response from you, as you keen out her name in a lovely cry, arching off the bed and into her muscular frame. she feels your inner walls relax ever so briefly, and with a grunt, presses forward.

you stretch beautifully around her knot, blind instinct driving you forward to lean up and bite down into her shoulder. she hisses and tightens her grip on you, hands sliding down from your waist and lower to your hips, before stopping at the curve of your ass into your thigh. she hoists your legs up, spreading them further for her, opening you, and pushes more of her knot inside you as you writhe beneath her. babbles of her name spill from your pretty, kiss-swollen lips, and feixiao pants as she feels your cunt clench around her length that she’s already stuffed inside you.

“jus’ a little more, vixen,” she coos, strained from the effort of holding herself back. tears like raindrops line your eyes and cling to your lashes in thick clumps, and a soothing, rumbling purr spills from her throat at the sight. “almost there, sweet girl, almost there—“she can feel your wetness drip out of your drooling cunt, smearing the last few milimeters of her knot in slick. she kisses you one last time before pulling you towards her as she moves forward, and her knot slips inside you with a slick pop.

the result is instantaneous. your eyes roll all the way back into your head as you scream her name, loud enough that she’s sure her neighbors heard. squirt sprays from your cunt as you seize around her, squeezing so tightly around her cock like you need it to survive. feixiao’s breath turns ragged as she holds herself back from cumming inside you immediately like some kit whose balls just dropped, but it takes so much effort that her hands that have left your legs to grip the sheets rip the fine silk fabric. her knot swells impossibly larger, locking her inside you.

when some semblance of thought returns to you, you find yourself staring up into her teal eyes, dark with desire. feixiao’s long hair forms a curtain around her face as she looks down at you. one hand drags over the bulge she forms in your tummy and you moan at the touch, thighs twitching around her waist. your moan turns into a cry as she presses down with the flat of her palm, as if trying to feel her dick inside you. she groans at the sight and the sound of you, before gripping the flesh of your thighs and snapping her hips forward. the fat tip of her cock smushes against the spongy bunch of nerves inside you and you claw your nails down her back in return.

feixiao grins at that, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hey Melinda, did you know that Jaron had doberman dog ears and a tail. He was seriously so cute when we saw that one time! Did he tell you?

@demon-blood-youths

"Huh? He had what?" Melinda was lowering a book she was reading but looks at the anon to see the question. "Hold up, he had doberman dog ears and a tail? How is that.....wait.." she didn't know that but the anon shows her a pic but she blinks to look at the anon but thinks about it.

"........" Though, now she was thinking of him having them while this made her blush and cry thinking it was adorable. ".........." the anon blinks wondering if she was okay. In her mind;

'WHY IS IT EVERY TIME SOMETHING HAPPENS, IT MAKES JARON EVEN CUTER!? I LOVE THIS MAN!! WHY ME! MY HEART!! T_T' She thought while having heart over her head while covering her face. She was even floating again while mentally screaming in her mind of the cuteness.

Yeah, she thought he was adorable.