Nesting

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you’ll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that’s all.

word count: 4k, somehow…

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

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Sunday Worship

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Father James teaches you how to please him.

Word Count || 3160

Contents & Warnings || Slight Angst/Fluff, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (sweet thing/one, baby) oral (male receiving), Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, light choking, degrading, spit, cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It was not the same.

He was not the same as last Sunday’s mass.

No special glances or touches from Father James.

Nothing.

It was like all those sinful and secret moments together didn't happen—like they were a part of some distant life that didn't exist anymore.

All throughout the morning, you wanted his attention. Wanted to have his blue eyes, with that touch of darkness, to gaze into your sweet and pure ones. Wanted to have that wicked smile of his show itself to you while he licked his lips. Wanted to have his sinful touches on your delicate skin when no one was watching. But there was none of that—no darkness, no wickedness, no sin.

It was like you were nothing. Just another face in the crowd. Nothing special.

It made you mad, angry, hurt, insecure…

Had you done something wrong?

Were you not as unique as he made you seem to be?

Had he gotten bored of you?

Was there someone else?

All these thoughts ran through your head, and you wanted nothing more than for mass to end and go home to cry in bed silently.

When mass was over, everyone in the community found their way outside to converse with neighbours and friends before all headed their separate ways home.

You and your parents were chatting with the family of one of your closest girlfriends when Father James walked over.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached. Although you were mad at him, your body still intensely yearned for him.

“Sir,” he was referring to your dad, “can I lend your daughter for today?”

Huh?

“Sure, Father. What do you need her for?”

“A lot of things….”

Oh…

“.… but right now, I could really use some help with getting our beloved church in order—cleaning and tidying things up. Would that be ok?”

“Of course, Father. She's all yours….”

You want to be all his for eternity.

“…. I’ll pick her up around four?”

“We will be all done by then.”

Throughout all of their exchange, they never asked for your permission. If this was something you wanted. But you would have said yes if they asked—in a heartbeat. You were too intrigued about what your time alone with Father James would bring again—if his true sinful nature would emerge, or would you be just as disappointed as you'd been all morning.

Alas, it was disappointment when you found yourself alone in the church with him. You'd hoped and prayed that he would pin you between the wall and his muscular frame—exploring your body with his mouth and fingers as you struggled to get free, but there was none of that. He really meant it when he said you would clean the church.

But in the end, it turned out to be quite fun.

Father James put on some fun summer pop songs on an old radio while you worked. Songs that were highly forbidden in your household.

You swept the floor, reordered books and tidied up every nook and cranny of the church.

Although you missed Father James’ devious nature, you loved his warm and cheerful presence as well—his aura shining bright with joy and love.

You talked here and there while cleaning—him getting to know you, and you get to know him. And he was so funny—making you crack up at the jokes he told.

When you weren't talking, the silence was comfortable, not awkward at all. Just letting the music and each other’s calm presence create a pleasant atmosphere.

————

You placed the candle holders that you'd just polished on the altar, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio while vaguely moving your hips. You didn't think much of it since they were both such small gestures, but there was someone that noticed—someone you'd been missing and craving all day.

“My, my…”

A voice of the devil, deep and sinister, whispered in your ear, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His towering presence could be felt behind you.

It was him.

He was back.

A soft moan slipped from your mouth as his breath fanned the side of your face. His lips delicately grace your earlobe.

“... what a beautiful and talented little mouth you have, sweet thing...”

His colossal palm lay flat on your stomach—pulling you flush against his muscular torso, making you gasp out.

“... and what captivating moves you have.”

He started moving his hips, making you follow along with him. And you could feel him while you moved in sync.

“F-Father…”

You were speechless as he put you in his trance.

“Mmm…”

His other hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure before it followed the curve of your neck and chin—making your head arch. His touches made your most precious area beat with your heart.

“I wonder,” his thumb swiped your lips, “what other secret talents this mouth possesses,” he pushed the tip of the digit in your mouth, and you sucked it delicately with no second thought, making him moan.

“I want to find out.” He growled through gritted teeth.

In a flash, you were turned around in his grasp. His solid and large body pinned your smaller one against the altar while his face was inches from yours.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that what he meant by finding out?

You wanted him to grab your face and press his lips against yours. Wanted to feel his tongue move against yours as you tasted one another. You even craned your neck slightly to the side to show him you were ready.

But it didn't seem like that was happening.

“I want you on your knees….”

“Huh?”

“…. get on your knees, sweet little girl.”

Obeying his demands, slowly, while keeping his gaze, you descended to the floor until your knees lay on the cold hardwood, hands in your lap. You peer up at him through your lashes with your pure eyes, head slightly tilted to the side.

His hand caressed the side of your face while his thumb swiped your lips once more, making him lick his own.

“You're so pretty like this. So submissive to me and my every need. So submissive to please the Lord and me. Do you want to please the Lord, sweet thing…?”

You nod.

“.… do you want to please me?”

You nod again, more profound this time.

You want nothing more than to please Father James—for him to use you for his pleasure and make him feel as good as he made you feel last time.

“Please me, and you will please the Lord, sweet one.”

He pushed his whole thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it—hollowing your cheeks as you did, bobbing your head.

“Push your tits together, sweet thing.”

You pushed your upper arms into your chest, squeezing your breasts together, creating that stripe of cleavage he wanted.

He groaned at seeing you on your knees for him—so pretty and submissive for his every command.

His other hand palmed himself over the black pants—the dent in them becoming more visible the more he touched himself.

Those sinful actions of his made you incredible aroused. Your cotton panties became wetter by the second, and your bundle of nerves begged to be touched and stimulated.

“You're making me painfully hard, baby,” he removed his finger from your mouth, both hands on his belt buckle now, “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He started to undo the belt, and the clang of it was like an erotic harmony.

Your lips parted as you looked up at his sinister face—the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, and his eyes appeared almost black from your position below.

“Stick that pretty little tongue out for me,” he unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down, “show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

You stuck your whole tongue out for him while those innocent eyes peered up—begging. Begging for something you weren't even sure what was. You just knew you wanted it— all that he had to offer.

A loud gasp slips from you as he springs to life in front of your very eyes. He's big, much bigger than you remember when you saw it in the confessional—thick and luscious while his balls hung heavy. A thick protruding vein ran along the length.

Although you'd dreamed of it and fantasised about it, having him this close to you, now it was somewhat intimidating and scary—making you retract your head a couple of inches.

“In awe are we now? I know, sweet thing. It's a lot for a little girl like you to handle,” his hand stroked your cheek lovingly, his soft touch a significant contrast to his filthy words, “but I’ll show you how to please a man.”

“F-Father, I-I’m not sure what to do.”

He put his finger at the base of his length, “I want you to lick from here,” and then slowly dragged his finger upwards—till the tip, “to here.”

“O-ok.”

You slowly leaned forward, tongue poked out, and when your wet surface came in contact with him, it was like an instant drug—a strong desire and need to feel more of him. Slowly, you dragged your tongue on his length, coating him in your saliva, making him moan. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on him as the finishing move.

“Oh, baby…”

“W-was that ok, Father.”

“Ok? Sweet girl, it was perfect. You sure you've never done this before?”

“N-never, Father. You're t-the first.”

“And I will be the last. Now,” his hand rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to do it again, “let me feel that pretty tongue again.”

You licked him again, and again, and again, until he was messy and dripping with your saliva.

“So good, baby, now,” he wrapped his fist around himself and jerked his length off, the saliva helping him glide effortlessly, “suck my balls.”

You sucked and licked them as he wanted, closing your eyes as you worked on them.

“Look up at me while you suck them.”

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his ones as you moaned with your mouth full of him.

“Yeah, baby, such a filthy fucking whore you are, huh? You love to suck on them, don't you?”

You nod.

“I’ll give you something more to suck on, sweet thing.”

With his other hand, he pulled you off him, making you let out a whine at the loss of contact—displaying your tongue to show you wanted more.

“Good girl. Already one step ahead. You’re leaning.”

He tapped his heavy cock on your awaiting tongue, making a wet sound each time he made contact. Each tap made you moan at the weight of him. He glided his length on the wet surface while he grunted heavily.

“Wrap your lips around the tip and suck it for me, baby.”

You closed them around him and suckled his tip while your tongue swirled around it, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth.

“Sweet thing, I need to test something. I need to see how far you can take me,” his hand on the back of your head slowly pushed you further on him, “let me know when it becomes too much.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he went into your mouth, making your eyes glossy with tears. You tried so hard to ignore the discomfort, wanting to take as much as possible. But when he was about halfway into your mouth, it became too much. His tip tickled the back of your throat, making you gag around him and your eyes shut tight. The vibrations on his length made him moan out loud, and you saw him shiver above you. His reaction excited you, and you wanted nothing more than to take all of it if that’s what it took to please him. But you couldn't, so you grabbed his leg hard, digging your nails into him, signalling that it was enough—you couldn't anymore, or else you were afraid he’d suffocate you.

“Oh, God, baby, that's so good….”

He pulled himself out, and when you were free of him, you gasped for air while a few tears ran down your cheek.

“An excellent start, baby.”

“I-I'm sorry, Father, that I couldn't take anymore.” Your lips turned down in a frown—sad and worried that you'd disappointed him and the Lord.

“It's ok, sweet girl. With a little practice, you'll be able to take me whole in no time.”

Once again, his hand cradled the side of your face lovingly—reassuring you that everything was alright and that he wasn't mad at you.

“I-I promise I'll be good. T-that I’ll be able to please you and the Lord soon, Father.”

“Oh, I know you will, my sweet little girl. I know you will.” He wrapped his hand around himself, jerking his whole length off. “But just because you can't take all of me in your pretty little mouth doesn't mean you can’t please me. Use your hand and mouth, baby. Use them to please my cock. Make me and the Lord happy.”

That you could do—please his cock with what you'd learned.

You replaced his colossal hand with your smaller one—jerking his enormous length in your grasp from base to tip. You loved the way he felt in your hand. The way he fit so perfectly. You would imprint this image into your brain, the sight in front of you, for later use while you were all alone in your bed at night.

You tapped his pink head on your tongue, moaning out at the sloppy sound it made. “Baby,” he leaned his head back, eyes shut tight, “you're learning so fast.”

While your hand focused on his base, your lips wrapped around his tip and sucked, bobbing your head and moaning around him—sending chills through his nerves.

Little by little, you took him more into your mouth but still kept in mind where your threshold went, not wanting to exceed that for your own comfort. Your other hand accompanied the one already working on him—using them both to jerk his cock.

You looked up at him the entire time—as you'd learned he enjoyed it when you did, gazing into his evil eyes while you with your angel ones. His hand rested at the back of your head, bobbing along with it, giving you slight shoves of encouragement when he saw fit.

His open mouth sang with moans, grunts and cries as you found the perfect rhythm on him. The ideal balance of your mouth and hands to edge him on towards the end.

You were such a drooly, dribbling mess for him while you slurped his cock—saliva running down your chin and coating your hands.

“You're so pretty like this, sweet girl.”

His eyes intensely focused on you—enjoying the erotic show you provided for him.

You were becoming so needy with wanting your own pleasure, so you shut your legs and slowly started to rock back and forth to create friction on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you off, which made you whine out at the loss of him. He performed quick sinful, sloppy strokes on himself right in front of your face—his release approaching with every stroke.

“Open your mouth and show me that pretty tongue.”

You did as he wanted.

“I'm gonna come in your mouth whether you want to or not, baby.”

Oh, you wanted it. You’d wanted his seed since you saw it in the confessional not so long ago.

“I want it. Give it to me, Father.”

You wiggled your tongue at him—showing that you needed it so badly.

Heavy grunts echoed through the vast and holy room as he came hard all over your tongue—coating it in thick white ropes of his holy seed. He didn't stop stroking himself until he’d decorated the surface with everything he had—ridding himself of the pleasure.

“Shallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed. The thick substance trickled down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it be. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect more of his seed and your spit that was left behind, pushing the digit in your mouth for you to clean up the mess, making you moan.

“You're such a good girl; you know that?”

You nod your head, batting your eyes at him; he grinned down at you while caressing your jaw with his fingers.

A few seconds later, a car horn could be heard from outside—your dad was here to pick you up.

Panic overrides your senses. You frantically look at the door—worried that he’ll walk in and see the absolute immoral scene that was unfolding at the altar.

“Hey, hey,” Father James tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his pants like they once were, “it’s ok. The door is locked; he can’t get in.”

He offered you his hand, “here,” to help you up. With shaking legs, you pulled yourself up, and once you were standing on your unsteady feet, you collapsed into his chest, and he caught you with his arms.

“Woah! Hey.”

His hands cradled your face, making you look up at him. His once sinister and evil eyes had turned soft and loving—along with his face that displayed a worrisome expression for your wellbeing.

“Are you ok?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod. Your mouth trembled, and you were left completely speechless.

The way he looked at you. The way he was gazing into your eyes and then flicked them to your lips and then back up again made it look like he was going to kiss you. He even tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes, but before his lips met yours, there was another honk from outside that interrupted your sweet moment. You averted your gaze to the door again in a panic.

You had to leave. You couldn't stay any longer, or you feared that your dad would get suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” you backed away from him, “I-I have t-to go.”

You quickly walked to the door, unlocked it, and then checked if everything was in order—that there was no evidence of any mischief on you.

With your hand on the handle, you stood for a few seconds contemplating. Contemplating if you should turn around and take a look at him one last time. But you knew if you did, that you’d most likely sprint into his arms and ask him to take you away—away from this hellhole. So you didn’t… you didn’t look back.

You took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself before you walked out the door…

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Cool As Hell

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Language

Summary: The Hellfire club finds out about Eddie's girlfriend.

General Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

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"Is she wearing a Hellfire shirt?" The members of the Hellfire club whispered among themselves as you walked into the cafeteria.

"I've never seen her come to a campaign before," said Mike. "Maybe she's new?"

Eddie walked in a moment after you, grinning. He flung an arm around your shoulder and whispered something in your ear that made you laugh.

"Oh my gosh," Dustin whispered.

Eddie led you over to Hellfire's table and pulled you onto his lap. "Hey guys," he said, running his ringed fingers over your thigh. "This my girlfriend, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is the Hellfire club."

The club members gaped at you.

You waved nervously. "Hi."

"You have a girlfriend!?" Dustin blurted out. Mike hit his shoulder.

Eddie shrugged. "Yeah."

"Holy shit," Dustin breathed.

"Is it really that surprising?" you spoke up.

"I mean…" The boys began to stammer, struggling to explain themselves.

"You're just so… pretty," said Mike, immediately wincing. He scratched his head. "I would've expected Eddie's girlfriend to be more…" He struggled for a way to finish the sentence.

"More of a punk nerd?" you suggested, doe eyes wide.

"Yes!" Mike narrowed his eyes. "No?"

You laughed. "I'm just playing. Don't worry, I'm just as much of a freak as the rest of you." You leaned forward conspiratorially. "I read fantasy novels and play D&D too," you whispered.

Mike and Dustin grinned.

"All right." You slapped Eddie's thigh. "I'll be right back, I need food."

Eddie kissed your cheek and you got up and left. "So, what do you think of her?"

"Your girlfriend's cool as hell, man," Dustin appraised.

Eddie grinned. "I knew y'all would like her."

"So is she part of Hellfire now?" Mike asked.

Eddie shrugged. "If she wants to be."

"But she's wearing a Hellfire shirt."

"Oh, that's my shirt."

Dustin gagged.

"Oh, come on, man." Eddie rolled his eyes. "Grow up."

18+

⋆ ★ You weren't even a fan, but here you were fucking the band's drummer in his tour bus. <3

Pairing: band!rafe x fem!reader

(a/n: posting this so y'all don't think I passed away😍😍😍 ps: I imagine rafe being a pouge in this. )

"For fuck sakes Cameron! Would'ja unlock the goddamn door?!" JJ, the bands guitarist struck the bus door as if it been his electric guitar.

"I'm coming, hold your horses!" Rafe yelled back, his voice muffled by the thick door. You could picture him rolling his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. "Just giving our guest here the grand tour."

The bus fell silent for a moment--beside from the squelching slick of your cunt--and you could almost feel the confused glances being exchanged between JJ and Pope. Then, a loud groan reverberated through the door.

"You mean to tell me you brought a groupie on board? We have another show in a few hours, Rafe! This isn't the time for your extracurricular activities." Pope, their bassist, voice carried a hint of frustration and concern.

"Oh, shut up, Hayward. It's not what you and Maybank think," Rafe retorted, his hand still gripping possessively on your hip, his cock slotting in and out your sopping wet cunt. "Open the damn door and see for yourself!"

"It's locked you asshole!" You heard Pope quip, causing Rafe to laugh like the little shit he was.

"Oh yeah, guess you'll have to wait then!" Rafe shouted.

You wondered if they could hear you--the little whimpers that laced your lips at every rock of Rafe's hips--as you had heard them but actively decided to ignore them. 

"Rafe hurry up." you whined, tilting your head back to rest on Rafe's shoulder. "They're waiting."

"You think I give a shit about them waiting?" he asked you, his rocking movement stilling for a moment, and because you didn't want the pleasure to end, you quickly shook your head 'no.' 

Rafe had you bent over the tour bus dining table, your leg hitched upon the carbon steel, as he gave it to you from the back, repeatedly.

Your leather skirt and bra were bunched at your waist, and your shirt was on the ground somewhere. Rafe's impatience had torn the fishnets you had on earlier to shreds. 

You felt Rafe's hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. The table dug into your stomach, a contrast to the pleasure that pulsed through you.

The tour bus's windows had been tinted, but you could feel the eyes of the other band members on you, cupping their hands to the glass, but you didn't care. 

This was always how it was after a show for Rafe—the rush of performing, the need to let go, and the freedom of the open road, and the girls, girls, girls!

Rafe had realized he'd been a lucky man because every night after his band had done a set, there would be a queue of girls waiting to do whatever he said. 

He'd fucked girls in the East and the Midwest, and the South that had pretty decent pussy, but the girls in the West pussies never seemed to fail Rafe--like yours per se. 

Rafe breath was hot against your ear, his desire matching your own; Rafe almost wanted to kiss you. 

You pulsed around his cock at the sensation.

Fuck, did Rafe love your pussy, he really did.

"You'resofuckingwarm." Rafe words jumbled. 

Your cunt was the type of warmth you'd feel after being outside in the cold all day or, as Rafe imagined, the type of warmth you get from hugging a dead loved one, per se, like his mother. 

A moan escaped your lips as Rafe's tip hit a particularly sensitive spot, and you knew you were close.

The bus bounced slightly with each of Rafe's eager movements, a rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest.

The sight of your heart-shaped ass backing into Rafe's pelvis--equally as eager as him to reach your peak--almost made Rafe say, "fuck it." and let you make an honest man out of him. 

You wanted to prolong this moment, but the pleasure was too much.

"I'm close," you panted, your voice hoarse with need.

Rafe's response was a low growl, his hips snapping faster, driving you further towards the edge.

Rafe's hands then switched from gripping your hips to both his hands, palming your plush breast and forcefully pushing you back on his cock, causing the table to creak beneath your weight, the sound adding to the erotic symphony of the moment. 

And then, with one final, deep thrust, you cried out, your body shaking as pleasure washed over you.

"Ah, fuck." you panted. "Fuck." your head was spinning. It felt like someone had just put your brain in a blender, and pressed start--metaphorically speaking.

Rafe followed a hoarse groan tearing from his throat as he found his release, his cock twitching inside for every stride of his cum.

For a moment, you both stayed still, catching your breath. Then, with a soft laugh, Rafe pulled out and turned you to face him.

And you were pretty too?! Rafe had thought to himself, because this was the first time he ever really saw your face that wasn't in the dark bar light.

Rafe was glad that he hadn't been drunk or high in the moment, because he could see himself now getting down on one knee and popping the big question.

Rafe had watched you get yourself back together, he handed you you're discarded shirt on the floor, and then asked:

"Can I see you again?"

You took the shirt from Rafe, feeling a mix of emotions. On the one hand, you were flattered by his apparent attraction; on the other, you knew your personalities were likely incompatible. "I'm not much of a groupie," you replied with a small smile. 

Rafe couldn't help but burst out laughing at your response. "Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for this one unforgettable fuck then," he joked.

"Rafe it's just that--" you paused. "I know your type. You're the type to hit it and quit it, right? Leave girls once you get sick of them?"

"Funny, I didn't take you as a tabloid junkie. You shouldn't believe everything the magazines say, y'know?" Rafe said with that boyish charm of him--the same charm that landed you getting fucked in the back of his tour bus.

You laughed, a rich, full sound that surprised you both. "Fair enough," you conceded, slipping your shirt back on.

"But I'm serious, Rafe. I'm not looking for a fling, and I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost." You paused, considering your next words carefully. "I like you, and this was… incredible. But I'm not sure we're meant for anything more."

Rafe's face softened, and he took your hand in his. "Hey, I get it. I've got a reputation, and it's not exactly a good one." He squeezed your hand gently. "But maybe, just maybe, we could try something different? Something real?" His eyes searched yours, and you could see the sincerity in them.

You bit your lip, torn between your better judgment and the pull you felt towards this enigmatic man.

"Sorry, cowboy. My 'no playboys' policy is firm," you playfully jested, causing Rafe to flash a grin.

"Oh, really?" he responded, drawing you closer. "I suppose I'll have to sway your opinion then."

"I suppose you will."

And with that, time would tell if he could win you over or not.

Stuck in The Middle with You

Steve Harrington x AFAB! Adopted Henderson Cousin! Reader x Eddie Munson

Author's Note: This fic will be canon divergence and follows the plot of stranger things 4 with me making a few rewrites on some things. The reader is a twenty-something who is in college and a professional fencer.

Summary: Steve is annoyed with the girls in Hawkins. They’re vapid and do not contain importance. One spring day, however, changes this as a beautiful woman walks into the video store, leaving Steve to believe there may be someone worthy of his time. Meanwhile, Eddie believes this is his year. Everything seems to be going his way. Not to mention there’s this cute girl who seems to favor him. Little do the two men know is that this woman they both favor is the same girl. Not to mention she’s Dustin Henderson’s adopted cousin. Spring Break in Hawkins, Indiana, just became interesting. 

Chapter 1: Video Killed The Radio Star

Chapter 2: Play with Me

Chapter 3: Highway to Hell

Chapter 4: Coming soon!

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had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

trouble

warnings — 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + daddy kink + house wife kink + breeding kink+ beard kink + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + bucky being an absolute menace

summary — act like one get treated like one.

a/n — please read the warnings! dads best friend bucky? absolutely!! because im so in love with this man and the beard does things to me. many more too cum;)

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Jealousy, any man's kryptonite. It was the wrinkles on his sunkissed forehead, death grip around his glass and drowning out the nonsense of the men in front of him. It was some over the top, all out, summer bash that your dad’s company was throwing at some vineyard in the Hamptons. He swears you’d been making heart eyes at a younger man all day but he knew your eyes only ever belonged to him. He felt seventeen again — crushing hard on the girl of his dreams. The girl who made his stomach do somersaults, made his heart beat through his ears— that just made him weak for her. 

He wanted to be the one next to you, arm around your waist tucking you into his side. His lips brushing against you as your eyes widened when something caught your interest. He needed a reminder that you were his. So when his steel eyes connected with his favorite doe eyes you knew what he needed— you. 

“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.

“Need to be close to that delicate heart of yours.” Heavy. Everything that was spoken between you two always held weight. A promise of belonging to one another. 

“Want you to feel me spreading through your body, making its way up. Please, Bambi.” 

Warm palms against his scruff that lines his sharp jaw line. He grew it out after you told him you loved the way it felt when his tongue and lips danced between your legs. How it looked after he made you cum- it was pornographic the way your cum lined his beard.

"I need you to see how much I love you."

Twinkle in your eyes as your lips chased his- all the confirmation he needed from you. Only this time his kisses became primal and territorial. Almost afraid if he didn’t you’d vanish.

Breathless and glazed “Where’s your dad?” Hands wrapped around your warm cheeks, the twinkle of those damn Bambi eyes as he looked for his answer.

“Still there.” Speaking between heavy breaths. “Won’t be till the morning.” Your nose scrunched and eyebrows raised. A lmichaeavious but daring look as you spoke to him.

Tongue running against his lips, “Perfect.” Cabernet consumed his tongue, “I’m about to make his daughter scream.”

Then within seconds he has you engulfed around your safe haven. Cold meeting your neck, molding your lips around his as he placed you on the kitchen counter. 

Shaky hands found the button, then the zipper, demanding them down. Cold air fanning your body as he raised your dress up and ripping off the white that covered his favorite place to mark — breed. 

You looked marvelous. Pebbled nipples from cool air wrapping around your them, faint purple marks trailed along your neck from the earlier and you with those damn Bambi eyes silently pleading him to fulfill his promise. 

“Can’t wait Buck, need to feel you. Please.” His favorite song sang.

A groan leaving his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, running it through your dripping folds— only ever this wet for him.

Bucky’s tip pressing against your pussy unleashed a sound that was downright beautiful before your velvet walls welcomed him home.

“Fuck Bambi. You get tighter since this morning?” His forehead resting on yours, as he brought you closer to him and finding your lips. 

Determined to have his cock feel the heart that belonged to him. 

Tongues fighting for dominance, your hands tangled through his hair and when he hit that one spot he captured not only your tongue but the moan he gave you. It was like the gates of hell had opened when he saw you tonight. He should've been the reason for your laugh and smile, not the people you had been speaking to. 

“Shit— you drove me crazy tonight y’know that?” Grunting out as you sucked him back in. “That dress is a menace. Stop lookin’ so good.”

“Stop lookin’ at me then.” You threw right back at him, only adding fuel to burning fire.

“Such a fuckin’ brat— don’t worry, i’ll fuck that right outta ya.”

Ripping away from you, he had you pinned against the marble counter. God did he miss those pebbled nipples. Fuck. What he wouldn't give to see how cold they felt. Loved marking them, biting them and twisting your nipple— the sound that fell from your lips made him drive harder into you. Moans erupting from the two of you. They were poetic. 

“Act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.” Your body connects with his. Fingers splayed around your neck with his lips dancing around it, his fingers tracing the promises against your clit. 

“Y’know I can’t not look at the most important wonder of the world, Bambi. Especially since she’s mine.” Teeth grazing your neck with each spoken word. You clenched around him as he spoke. 

You got off on the way he spoke to you. Each word holding meanings behind them. His cock brushing against your g’spot earning moan after moan out of you. You squeezed tighter around him each time he hit. 

“More daddy. So close.” His lips found your as he swallows each moan. Forefinger and middle finger pressing harder against your clit. The other working your nipples— pulling and twisting. His lips pull away to listen to the words that would leave your swollen lips. 

“Beg me.” Speaking those two words in your mouth. 

“Please let me cum. I— ‘m sorry. Won’t be a brat.” Lie. 

“Let me cum for you. ‘ll be a good girl. Lemme show you how much I love you. Wha ya do to me.” 

“Let me make a mess for you, daddy.” You moaned. 

A grunt left his mouth capturing your lips with his. He was done for,  “Fuck Bambi cum for daddy.”

White coating his cock— your claim to him, as he fucked you through your first orgasm but never stopping as he fucked you through your first, ready to pull another one out of you. 

Leaving you empty for a split second before his hands wrap around your hips spinning you around to sit on him. 

“C’mon Bambi. Y’can do it.” His hands help you work yourself on top of him. 

“Too sensitive.” You whined against his lips. 

“Yeah? Well ‘m gonna need one more outta ya. Y’know for being a brat and all.” Hips snapping against you, “Need to watch those Bambi eyes as they roll back when ya cum.” Pink swollen lips, his tongue running against his bottom lip as his eyes beamed brighter than before. 

Sweat lined your forehead as your hair stuck to it and a moan left those lips he craved when he came into contact with your ass. 

“Bounce on daddy’s cock baby. Make me cum so you can feel it right here.” Your heart. “Let me try and touch your heart. Be a good girl.”

“C’mon fuck me like the whore you are.” His hips snapped up hitting your g’spot over and over again, fingers sliding to pinch your clit. Velvet walls with silky folds. Bucky swore he could feel your cum seeping out of you when you bounced up only to miss the feeling when you came back down. 

“Gonna cum baby. Need to cum with ya. Let go for me.” 

It was blissfully pornographic. The sounds that filled the kitchen as he came in you and you all over him were perfect. Just like the sight in front of him when you both came down. 

Absolutely beautifully wrecked. 

Standing up, he placed you on the chair as he stood in front of you. Kissing every inch of his favorite thing to taste, feel, touch, smell and hear. All the way down till he was crouching in front of your dripping, puffy and ruined pussy.

“‘M gonna need to buy lots of dresses baby.” Mirrored kisses placed along the legs he loved wrapped around him and his head. His lips leaving your skin— already craving for them to go back home.

“Why's that?” You hummed out running a hand through his hair and the other grazing his beard. His fingers never leave you as they ghost over your pink puffy folds. A whimper leaving your lips the moment he makes contact with your clit. 

“Because when I buy you that dream house, I’ll have the access to fuck you against every surface of it.” His fingers pressing the cum back into you. 

tags: @mackenzielovee @r0und3bitch @ceceswriting @storytellingwitht @bethoconnor @glittersandsparklesss

Andre Braugher as Captain Raymond Holt in Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Season 7)

i'm obsessed with that scream thirst, could you make a fic with billy and stu with the reader plsssss

everytime i think im out of my scream obsession im dragged right back in and i love it <3

based on this!

everyone is 18+ mdni

warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving) knife play, violence, slight gore, mentions of death, blackmail, some praise, lots of threats, corruption kink, tag team

"Wake up, baby." A groan escaped your lips as you moved to get away from whoever was trying to wake you up.

"Go away," you mumbled sleepily, temporarily unaware of the two masked men standing over your bed.

When the shaking got rougher you shot up on your bed, about to whine to one of your siblings or parents that you would be up in a couple minutes and to get out of your room but snapped out of your sleepy trance the moment you noticed the two masked figures looming over your bed.

One of them stayed still while the other waved at you. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to scream." 

Staying in your small home town of Woodsboro and going to the community college that was the next city over had seemed like a good idea. It had always been a fairly safe place, except for the serial killer recently on the loose. 

Terrifying as it was, you were like everyone else. There was no way that the killer would target you, an average person, right? You wished now that you were more paranoid, more cautious. 

Because serial killers didn’t use logic, there was no reason to murder innocent people. Why would you be any different? 

There was no way. There was no fucking way this could happen to you of all people.

"As much as I'd like to hear those pretty screams of yours, don't you fucking dare unless you want my buddy over here to kill everyone in this house." 

You immediately nodded your head, not wanting your family to get hurt.  

"Good girl. Now we're going to play a game. You like games, don't you (Y/n)?"

They both chuckled when you shook your head back and forth. 

"Well you'll love this one." 

“Here it is, we’re gonna play “guess who the killer is!”. You have three chances to guess our identities.” 

“And if I lose?” 

“You already know what we’ll do.” 

The duo was met with a long, silent pause as you tried to think hard. Your mind went blank, and it was like you forgot the names of everyone you had ever met. You almost didn’t want to play along, they didn’t tell you what they’d do if you win. Would they make your death quick? Show you some mercy instead of torturing you? 

"Answer." Tears spilled down your cheeks as the knife pressed harder against your throat, the sharp blade just about to cut into your skin.

You thought about everyone in your classes. The close friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, everyone. You stared at the blank mask as you thought about it. They hid their identity well, looking gender neutral for the most part. Even though you were sure that they were using a voice box to change their voices, you could tell that they were men, at least the one holding onto you was. 

That at least narrowed it down. These two had to be best of fucking friends if they were were murdering people together. 

You thought about your classmate, about Tatum, who had recently got murdered. She was the most shocking death out of everyone, you’d talked to her a few times before she died, she was a sweet girl.  

Then you thought about her friend Sidney, who had just recently went missing. And the two that brought them together... Their boyfriends. 

As shocked as you were, you couldn’t say you were too shocked. They were strange, you didn’t like the way they stared at you. Luckily you had been able to avoid them for the most part, until the girls were erased from the picture. 

“Billy,” you let out a shaky breath. Judging by the way they both stiffened you were correct. "Stu and Billy.”

The one in front of you sighed and shook his head. “That’s too bad. Looks like we have to kill you now. Don’t you know the rules of a horror movie, (Y/n)? Killers never let their victims know their identity unless they’re sure they’ll never tell.” 

“Any last words, baby?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, you should have figured. Why would they let you live after finding out who they were? You were trying to brace yourself for the pain that was bound to come that you didn’t see them taking off their masks. 

Obnoxious laughter filled your ears and you only opened your eyes when you felt the cold metal withdraw from your throat. 

"You should've seen your face," Billy laughed. "Did you really think we would do all of this just to kill you? That's cute."

“Yeah, we would never dream of killing ya, (Y/n),” Stu chimed in, moving your body so you were on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

Billy had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You've been so good for us so far, why not let us give you a reward?"

Shaking your head, you weakly tried pushing them away as Stu worked on pulling off your shirt and Billy grabbed your leg and held it up, his other hand snaking to your shorts, hooking his fingers to it and your panties and yanking them down. 

You whimpered, your body being so exposed to them. Four hands ran down your body. 

Stu grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and pinching and twisting your hard nipples while Billy grabbed your ass.

You gasped as Billy looked you in the eye, the palm of his hand rubbing your pussy. You whimpered, but the satisfied look on his face told you that he took it as a moan.

“Ya have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this baby,” Stu whispered in your ear, grinding against you. 

“Stop!” You tried to sound tough, but they just laughed. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the wetness that gathered up from Billy’s hand, uncomfortable and ashamed. 

Stu pushed you back, making eye contact with his best friend as they shared a nod. You were on your hands on knees. You looked away from Billy standing in front of you, getting undressed. 

Billy looked down at you, a grin on his face. "I feel any teeth and those friends of yours are getting gutted next, alright?" 

You were about to nod your head when Stu thrusted into you, making you cry out. You felt so warm, your wet cunt stretching and sucking him in. And Billy didn’t waste any time, the moment your lips parted he pushed his cock into your mouth, neither of them letting you adjust. 

“Fuck so tight,” Stu gasped, throwing his head back and smacking your ass. “Worth the wait.” 

Stu was slower than Billy, the moment he bottomed inside you he waited for a moment. He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t that bad. He knew it had to hurt, and you were rocked against him every time Billy thrusted into your mouth. 

So he waited, well experienced enough to find your clit, rubbing soft circles into it before he slowly started to pick up the pace. Your body was fast to respond to it, the sensitive nerves making your gummy walls clench around him. 

Stu was more experimental, paying close attention to every way you reacted with each push. He knew what he was doing, they both did. 

You gasped, barely able to breath as Billy’s cock slid down your throat. You made sure that you didn’t use teeth like he demanded, but you’d never done this so you just let him continue having full control. You felt like a rag doll, being used by the both of them at once. 

“That’s it baby,” Billy groaned, hand tangled in your hair and gripping it hard. You gagged against him, letting tears stream down your face freely. 

You wondered what would happen if your parents just so happened to walk in, see their beloved, squeaky clean daughter getting violated by two serial killers in the worst way possible. 

Would they try protecting you? Or would they be disgusted, disowning you on the spot. None of them would be good. All of them would end in the same outcome, you were afraid. 

Those were your thoughts, yet you were disgusted as your body was betraying you, feeling yourself jolt and whine every time Stu hit a sensitive spot inside you.  

It made you almost wish that they would be harsher with you, the pleasure was crueler in a way. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but your head was spinning, so many feelings that you’d never felt in your life overwhelming you. 

“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” Stu squeezed your hips, pushing into you faster. 

Your body shook from the pleasure as Billy looked down at you with a satisfied look in his eye. “Told you she’s the one for us. Who else could take us both so good?” 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the praise, and you felt a heat at your core. 

It almost felt like you had to pee, the sensation growing until you couldn’t take it anymore and you felt yourself release for the first time. It was more powerful than you could’ve ever imagined. 

You moaned against Billy, feeling like you were about to blackout as you road your orgasm out, letting you blissfully forget about everything for just a moment. 

You felt him throbbing inside you, barely picking up the way Billy started fucking your throat harder, liquid sliding down your throat that caused you to quickly swallow. 

You were still tired, your mind hazy. You didn’t even know that Stu had finished until he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. The two quickly followed, sandwiching you in between them.

It made you feel suffocated, but something told you you'd have to get used to it. Your heart dropped, your cheeks burning with humiliation as you fully processed what you had just went through. You closed your eyes, refusing to let yourself sob and risk waking anyone up. 

"You know, we see ourselves in you," Stu mused, grabbing the knife from your nightstand and dragging it down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We've seen the way you look at some of our classmates when you think nobody's looking."

Billy looked down at you. "You know the saying... If looks could kill? Well now we're going to make it a reality for you."

Your blood ran cold, not liking where this was heading. 

"And you'll seal our cover," Stu added with excitement. "The two golden boys and sweet little (Y/n). Nobody's ever gonna suspect us. We can do whatever we want!” 

You desperately wanted to argue. Sure, you had thought about harming people before. Getting revenge, even murdering someone. But that wasn't who you were, it was always intrusive thoughts, you always reassured yourself.

Yet you couldn't find yourself able to immediately say no. Your life wasn't the only one at stake, after all. You had a family to protect as well.

"What if-" You paused for a second. "I don't want to hurt anyone? I don’t want to be a killer.” 

Billy chuckled. "Oh, of course you can say no." He waved the knife around before reaching out to hand it to you. "But don't be surprised when everyone you've ever loved starts dropping like flies." 

Stu wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your shoulder and looking at you. "It'd be a blood bath," he sighed. "Sounds like a blast!"

Blood was going to be spilled no matter what, and as selfish as it was, you'd much rather it be someone else than you or your family.

With a shaky hand you took the knife, trying not to cry as they grinned down at you.

"Good... Now tell us who our next victim is, baby."

Worthy of Heaven

pairing:  Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

concept: Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in his image. 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: Dark themes, Priest kink, poetic religious themes (catholic), blasphemy, dom!Ari, innocence kink, soft dub-con, reader needs sins forgiven, desire, fingering, exhibition kink, manipulation, age gap (reader is over 20s and Ari is a hottie), lust, rough sex, smut on a church pew, confession room, and church,p in v smut, oral (f receiving) (m mention daydream), body worshipping, explicit content/language, nickname= angel This is not canon Ari - this au he is Catholic

a/n:  It's inspired by @bucky-barnes-diaries Priest Bucky and I wanted to give it my own take for my own love Ari Levinson. Holding hands in heaven and hell. Check out her Priest!Bucky au

I would like to thank @geminixevans-stan for helping me brainstorm and bring Priest! Ari to life in our Tumblr gardens.

lovely betas: @beach-daydreaming and @s-tarksintern

Line dividers: @/s-tarksintern

Masterlist

The confession ripped my soul apart, and I wasn't sure I deserved forgiveness. 

“Confessing my sins, Father” 

Suddenly your mouth becomes dry as you swallow again. Your heart races and you realize the booth's walls are too close. You have to flee, not the cube, but whatever is keeping the rest of you bottled up and ready to froth out. 

The weight of his stare made you shudder even through the screen. 

You give him your fear.

"Does the thought tempt you?" he inquired softly. "Have you ever wished that you could touch yourself?" 

"Yes," your voice echoes in the darkness. 

"Tell me, angel." 

He begs you to speak, but you lose your breath to lust. You pray that you will not lust, and you even tell yourself that you are innocent. 

Father Ari dropped his sapphire eyes to meet yours, you stopped breathing as you were enticed into his grasp, your body willingly moving towards him as if under the sway of the devil himself, his tight grip tingling your skin. 

The sinner he carries within him awoke so softly and effortlessly, so gracefully, and so holy, that the erection bursting through his trousers defiled you with dark desires. You submit yourself to him. His intentions are good, and yours are too. Still, you perform together. 

Walking away before it could continue, even though you know you should stop, not least because the divine one might catch you at any moment. Despite the fact that it was so dangerous and risky, you felt at peace. 

Intoxicated with the burning pain of him sliding against your clit and his mouth on you, you clench your hands around his hair and start shifting your hips. 

“Stay silent, Angel, don't want to get caught, do you?” You started riding him, he bit you on your neck roughly and groaned. "I'm going to have to discipline you." His hips thrust as he tried to keep up with you. 

It is because he is the one who cleanses you of your sins. 

It was as if your soft sounds, your little moans, pulled him deeper inside, just like the swell and the throb in his cock. Your innocence kept luring him in, and he craved it eagerly. To be his trust, he wanted to burrow himself deep within you, to grasp every part of you. You might be saved by a few more thrusts. 

He is your lust of the flesh. 

Because of your temptation, it is difficult for you to tell the truth to a man and a priest. Your temptation is him. Your desire for him was sinful. You committed the sin through wanting him. Hence, you are no angel, but a fallen angel

As you lay on your back in the pew of the church, looking up at the ceiling, you can see the painting of the church, clouds in the sky, and the bright light shining through the windows. It is the second act of your sins, and he is making you aware. 

The man is motionless, almost extraterrestrial. He is self-assured, without any flinching or awkwardness.  The embodiment of the solid marble statues of saints adorning the parish grounds. Unless, of course, it was bowing before a crucifix or an altar. His gaze is always on everyone. 

At this very moment, his gaze was focused on you. 

In particular, between your legs. Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thigh, inching his way up. 

His expectations were exceeded by your stunning beauty. The curves of hell. Femininity roars. 

He wrapped his arms around you, halting your breath. 

Father Ari is savoring the forbidden fruit and taking a taste for himself. 

Abandoned fruit kissed by an angel melted reality. 

Despite his desire to tease you, it was more torture for him as he longed to finally run his tongue along your forbidden folds. He glanced up your body once more before burying his face into your pussy, sensing no resistance from you.

The chants on his tongue buried his face in a new temptation.

Your hands grasped tightly onto his hair, and you could feel his beard awaken the demon of pleasures of the forbidden fruits in your eyes. 

Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in His image. 

Your dress fell down from your right shoulder, revealing your breasts as you were pressed against the stained window. One hand was under your dress and the other one was between your legs, pressing deeply into your body. 

With each thrust, he grunted and growled, you didn't care that your sins were visible to not just the Holy Spirit but also to the parishioners congregating outside the church after the service. 

You breathed a silent thank you to him for locking the heavy wooden doors once the last of his congregation left the church.

You must lock away your sins of lust and sin in order to avoid them. Priest Ari created the sins, but you savored each act of lust he poured into your body and soul. 

Your ragged breath spread clouds upon the colorful glass as you gasped. 

True beauty can only be appreciated if there is light coming in. Behind the window, the light sings praises to pleasure, giving way to a rainbow of colors on the other side of the glass. 

You have lost your soul, but he is restoring your light within your soul through the demon of a man who wants nothing more than for you to groan his name. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he bit down on your neck. The thrusts of his long fingers made your body tremble, your heart pound, and you let out small songs without realizing it. 

You were engulfed by pleasure. Your climax ignited your body. He covered your mouth with his other hand as you glorified and sang his name. 

He rubbed you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasurable sin.

His lips brushed against your skin, he sinking his teeth into your flesh hard enough to leave a devil's mark.

His mark, the sinner from whom he will cleanse every moan. 

Tempted by his lusts and betrayed by your need, you instinctively aspire to sin. 

Father Ari poured sensuous kisses over every curve of your flesh, taking in every curve of your sensual swelling, he continued to finger you while ferociously exploring your body. As he tightened his arms around you, you could feel your legs shaking and threatening to give away.

He smirked and accelerated his pace as he stared at the ceiling. 

“Dear-oh my go--,” you praised out, the unrelenting pace becoming too much and too overwhelming. 

During this act of pleasure, you believed it to be sinless, and that Father Ari would cleanse you of your sins in no time.

The more vivid the vision, the more you want him to keep going. 

Your body ached, curved, and was drenched. It embraced him.

“Forgive each moan, let our echoes cleanse you” Father Ari growled, his mouth trailing down your neck and onto your exposed shoulder as his hand caressed your breast. 

You did not want him to stop, but to change his rhythm or to move his finger closer to your clit. Another orgasm crashed down on you like a tsunami before you could even speak, as your whole body tensed against him. It felt as if your body was on fire and you couldn't move. You could only hear his grunts as the thick fingers of his holiness continued to pump your sensitive walls. 

Feeling worthy of heaven, inspiration inspired by the art itself. 

The smug grin on his face lit up as he kissed your neck and shoulder, his fingers now playing with your nipple. His pace slowed as your body began to relieve itself. The tip of his nose trailed up your neck and shoulder as he sang sweet hymns to you.  "I could listen to you for hours, angel". 

You finally began to sing praises, as your body numbed and he held it upright so you could finally come down from the high he delivered with the same amount of confidence as in his sermons.

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he continued to make achingly slow circles of pressure on your oversensitive bud as he leaned your head back to give you soft angelic kisses. 

A deep thrill flowed with each kiss of illicit attention.

You moaned into his hands as your hands pressed flat against the colorful stained glass. It is in the hands of a holy man who is doing unholy acts in the church. 

His length and speed stretched you to your limits, entangling you in an almost grueling manner. 

Father Ari began murmuring against your neck. "I'm taking you to Hell with me, Angel." The fire colors of pleasure began to show as you bit into his hand. "My demonic angel, aren't you?"

As a sinner and as a saint 

"Together, we will reach the gates."

You gasped for air, for a new beginning, he removed his hand from your mouth.

“Yes, Father.” 

You moaned, your head relaxing against his shoulder as you stared at him. 

“Damn right we will.” He groaned as the hand that had been covering your mouth began to rub your clit. “Lord, take me and my angel”

Your lessons have to be taught by him. Do as a good disciple would do. It was his desire to guide you to become a magnificent singer and human being of the church. 

You looked into his eyes, trying to find something beneath the cold and calculating pride shining from him.

He caressed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb over your soft lips as your mouth divided in a breathless sigh. You felt as if you had experienced the blessing of an angel. 

"Let's sin, my Angel," he whispered. "In that beautiful darkness, we will both be healed." 

Let's just be skin to skin and let the sin go where it belongs. 

Forgiveness is here in his house. You get down on your knees so that you can be forgiven and restored to his prayer.

“Show me your sins, Angel.”

You didn't reach for your rosary, but for his.