Cw: NSFW • Cam-boy • Subby Yuuji • Edging/Orgasm Denial

あけましておめでとうございます！！ことよろ！！by PH6y0

“You obey me now.”

FORGIVE ME FATHER!

⌗synopsis ⸝⸝ 𝜗𝜚 ── father suguru is always here to help, especially when a sweet little congregant says she has something to confess.

⌗cw ⸝⸝ 𝜗𝜚 ── TABOO CONTENT AHEAD. sacrilege , older priest!suguru , oral sex (m receiving) , dirty talk , daddy kink , religious talk , praise , creampie , spanking and dumbification.

─── ⋆⋅ 𝜗𝜚 "FATHER can i talk to you please..?” your brows were furrowed, plump lips forming a pout as you looked up at your priest, standing by the door of his office.

“of course.”

suguru gave you a soft smile, moving from behind his desk, ushering you into his office, closing the door behind you.

“what can i assist you with?”

you nibbled on your glossy bottom lip, hands fiddling with the skirt of your dress. the dress you wore just for him. you could feel his eyes boring into you, waiting for you to say what was clearly bothering you.

“i wanted to..confess”

you whispered, eyes meeting his, staring at him, getting lost in his gaze. the older man nodded, smiling at you as he held his hands together, his rosary squished between his calloused grip.

“of course my dear.”

his smile was warm, staring at you curiously as your body sank to the floor, sitting on your knees in front of him, your eyes dragging up his body, finally landing on his face, suddenly feeling hot. you clasped your hands together, closing your eyes, brows still furrowed.

“f-forgive me father for i have sinned..it’s been a week since my last confession..”

suguru peered down at you, specifically at your lips as you spoke. he noticed your demeanour, wondering what you would say next. your senses were being overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne, your mind feeling foggy.

“i have been struggling with..obscene thoughts, they continue to play on my mind, i fear that i won’t be able to control these desires any longer..”

your eyes were still tightly shut, your thighs squeezing together as those same thought continued to plague your mind. sinful images of father suguru bending you over, taking you from behind, or with him between your legs, lapping at your pussy. you kept your eyes closed, your body reacting to the wild scenes playing in your mind.

“p-please…please help me father suguru..”

suguru’s hand softly caressed your face, pushing your head forward before you were bet with something hard pressing against your cheek.

“of course my dear.”

he cooed, your eyes fluttering open, met with he sinful sight of your priest. his bulge was evident, poking though his robes, tempting you further. he was still smiling down at you, patting your head gently while pushing your head through the slit in his robe, your head pressing against his bare cock, pre-cum oozing out from his fat tip.

“your penance my dear.”

he groaned as your tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, your clit throbbing as you slobbered over his girth, pressing kisses along it while your tongue coated the length in your spit. your lips wrapped around his tip, his hand on the back of your head slowly pushing you down, helping you take more of his cock even though he was already touching the back of your throat.

groans slipped from suguru’s lips, his hands gripping your hair slightly as he started to thrust into the warm cavern which was your mouth, the cold metal of his rosary pressing against your wet cheeks as he kept your head still. he cursed under his breath, brows furrowing as he looked down at you; tears welling in your eyes, grazing your cheeks as the fell, saliva dripping from the sides of your mouth to coat his cock, plump lips wrapped around his girth like a perfect doll.

“God’s perfect creation.”

he grunted out, cock hitting the back of your throat, bruising the soft flesh as you gagged and choked, eliciting moans from the man above. he yanked your head back, breathing hard as his cock leaked with pre-cum and saliva, his eyes dark, filled with a carnal need and desire. suguru pulled you up gently before finally getting a taste of you, his lips moving against yours, tasting himself on your sweet tongue. his hands busied themselves with sneaking up your dress, roughly ripping your panties off, his fingers desperately getting a feel of your dripping cunt.

“so wet for me my angel”

he mumbled, sucking on your bottom lip as he pushed you back into his desk, turning you around and bending your over, lifting your ass up as he bunches the your dress up to your waist, finally getting to see your glistening pussy. he groaned lowly at the sight, his thumb pressing against your clit, rubbing quickly while his other hand slipped two fingers in, pumping them in time with his thumb, his fingers making a scissoring motion to stretch you out while also hitting your g-spot, needy moans and whimpers erupting from your mouth.

“d-daddy- i”

suguru’s ministrations sped up, his cock twitching at your words.

“what is it my angel? i’ll make you feel better soon, all your sins shall be forgiven in no time.”

he pulled his fingers out, his sticky hand grabbing your face from behind, lining his cock to your drooling cunt, his tip prodding as your hole while he kissed your cheek, smiling down at you as you both maintained eye contact. suguru revelled in the power he had over you, his cock slowly slipping in, stretching you out further, making you take every thick inch.

“hngh..oh god..”

you whimpered out, your eyes threatening to close but he made you look at him, a shit eating grin etched onto his lips as he looked at your blissful expression, pleasure and lust swirling in the brights of your eyes.

“don’t take the lord’s name in vain angel.”

he reprimanded, hand coming down to land a harsh spank to your ass before slamming the rest of his length in you, the painful stretch causing a cry to leave your lips, soon followed by the pleasure of being so full. suguru didn’t wait much longer after that, his thrusts turning quick and fast, his tip abusing your g-spot while his girth continued to stretch your slopping hole out beautifully.

the sounds of your moans and his groans mixing together to create a sinful symphony was more than you could bear, your mind already starting to feel empty, struggling to speak as incoherent blabber left your mouth.

“‘s soo good daddy..!”

“yeah? daddy’s cock making you feel good angel? keep going with your penance..”

he whispered in your ear, biting the shell of it as he felt your gummy walls tremble around his cock, sucking him in deeper, your eyes tearing up as you panted and gasped.

“‘m gonna cum daddy-! hngh!”

“that’s it, let me make you feel good. only i can get you like this…the power of the lord..”

tears rolled down your cheeks, drooling as you took suguru’s cock like a champ, panting as you came all over him, juices squirting against his robes and dick, the action bringing the older man even closer to his impending orgasm, eyes rolling back as he fucked you through your orgasm, your mind going blank, the only thing on your mind being the white hot pleasure he gave you, stars filling your vision as he got deeper, thrusts getting harder and more erratic, clearly close to cumming.

“that’s it angel, you’re gonna make daddy cum so hard.”

he bit your shoulder, moaning as he spilt his cum into your quivering pussy, painting your slippery walls white, making sure to give you every spurt of his cum as he let you go, your body weak against his wooden desk. he slowly pulled out of you, groaning as he watched his cum slip from your pussy in chunky globs. he took his thumb, gathering some of his cum on it, drawing a cross on your forehead before kissing your cheek.

“you have been absolved of your sins my dear.”

❤️‍🩹

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can you guys reblog this with your birth month and favorite mha character i’m trying to test something

i apologize y’all i’ve been on that hazbin hotel brain rot so if you want, send me some requests for that too

Motive (Horror Nerd Director!Choso x Reader)

Synopsis: You're helping out your best friend, Choso, by starring in his low-budget, indie-horror project! You volunteer to play a starring role, and a suggestive scene becomes more intense as Choso films.

MDNI. 18+. Smut. (fem afab reader pov)

Content Warnings: knife play, camera recording, over-clothing digital sex (f! recieving), praise

Cool air hit your chest, causing you to gasp at the sensation. Choso reached his hand over, coated with sticky, red-dyed corn syrup, pinching your sensitive nipple between his thumb and middle finger.

"uh, a-arch your back u-up a 'lil m-more - um, please," he stuttered out his request. He moved his hand to your other breast, brushing his thumb against the neglected nipple. His other hand held up the camera, zooming in on your writhing body.

You complied, pushing forward closer to Choso now, as he began kneading and squeezing both breasts gently. "Um, l-like this?" You wondered if he could feel how hard your heart was beating, or closely you were squeezing your thighs together.

"Perfect..." he exhaled. Your chest was coated in the fake blood now, staining the white tank top he cut open in the take prior. You kept chin tilted up, afraid to make eye contact with him. Your best friend was currently feeling you up, all because you wanted to support his nerdy dream of filming his own low-budget, indie horror movie.

Working with him on the script made sense - he needed your help focusing in on the themes and attending to small details that he might've missed otherwise. Plus, while your best friend was exceedingly well-researched when it came to horror history and production, he was not the most socially well-adjusted guy. You provided edits that gave the film a better sense of authentic intimacy.

So of course, he asked you to bring that into the actual filming part as well.

"C'mon, pleeease? You're like, actually the final girl in this. I don't need to put out any ads - I really don't wanna have anyone play her but you!" You remember him begging. You weren't one for acting, but you did know this character in and out - you created her just as much as Choso did.

"Y'know, you owe me for this. Don't go forgetting me when you get to Hollywood." You sighed, but you knew he could see the smirk that played on your lips.

He grinned widely then, pulling you into a tight hug. "Hell yeah! I'm so excited - we're doing this! You won't regret it, I promise!" He let you go, but not without ruffling your hair first. "You're really the best friend I could ask for. Thank you, like honestly."

Now, you're laid underneath him as he drags a prop knife across your chest, along the swells of your breasts, up toward your neck.

You pretend not to notice the bulge growing in his sweatpants.

He turns the camera off for a moment.

He coughs. "Uh - so now, we'll, uh, do the p-part where she, um...succumbs to him." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck - seemingly oblivious to how he's smearing the fake blood all over himself now. "T-that is, if you, um, still feel c-comfortable. We can always stop if you're not feeling it anymore, you know that, right?".

You sit up, still topless, trying to meet Choso's eyes now - though you notice the way he has to quickly dart them back up to meet yours.

"Cho', I'm still okay," you give a gentle smile. "I'm in this for the whole thing - our thing. This is our baby we're talking about." You smile wider now, and he offers one back.

"Right. So, let's do it - final girl and the dark pleasures - take one." he casually calls, feeling awkward about being any more formal with only the two of you in the room.

He stands at the end of the bed as you lay on your back toward the bottom, your bare legs dangling off the edge. Your bottom half is covered only by a pair of panties. Choso offered to get you a cod piece for this scene, but you rejected it. "Authenticity. I'm not that great of an actress as it is, Cho - I need the actual vulnerability." You explained.

You slip your hand into your thin, white cotton panties, thinking about how he bought them for you. He covered all the wardrobe expenses - it was nothing extravagant, but he chose these purposefully. He wanted to truly convey a sense of purity - something that would give a heavy contrast to the red splatters.

However, being so thin with nothing underneath, you were acutely aware of the small wet spot that formed when Choso was fondling you just minutes ago. Well, wouldn't that just be in character?

You rehearsed this scene multiple times before - admittedly, half the time, you ended up genuinely masturbating to the thought of your best friend watching you touch yourself. Still, you theoretically know how to make this look real while regulating your breathing. So, why was it so hard to keep it pretend right now?

Choso's hard on only grew bigger. Was he crouching down closer to your thighs for the shot, or to obscure your view of his obvious erection?

It can't hurt to make it a little more authentic. For the art.

You used your two middle fingers to rub your labia, just a little bit. You wiggled your hips back and forth, moaning lightly.

Choso moved closer and adjusted his pants.

"H-Hey," he coughed. "Um, can w-we uh, m-move your l-legs up? Like, um so y-your feet are flat on the edge of the bed, knees propped up? I think I can um, get a better angle l-like that." He looked at you with his glazed-over amber eyes and a bottom lip swollen from biting it so hard.

"Um, sure, I think - how do you, uh, want me to position them again?"

He opened his lips to speak, but words didn't come out. Instead, he shut his mouth and adjusted your legs himself. Once your knees were folded in the air, he forcefully pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs further apart - incidentally causing you to graze his hardened cock through his pants. His eyes widened and he coughed again, backing away and picking the camera up once more.

"Uh, take two!"

You closed your eyes, unable to forget how large that just felt.

In your haze, you began touching yourself for the camera again. This time, you allowed your self to rub small circles on your clit. The next moan that came out of your mouth was real, and you knew that your wetness was beginning to pool.

That's when Choso got on his knees to film you.

You worked faster. You weren't using two fingers anymore - you sloppily rubbed widely back and forth. Your panting was shallow and growing louder.

Choso realized how seriously you were taking this and god did he want to be professional, but he dreamed about this so many times before. Except it was never this beautiful. Here you were, touching yourself for him, wearing panties he bought you, allowing him to record you. Sure, it was for a project you both agreed to - but he was his own editor after all, and sometimes that meant spending hours reviewing footage.

"C-cut," he nearly whispered.

You opened your eyes. You haven't cum, and you knew you really shouldn't - this wasn't the time or place, and seriously, how could you do that with him right there? He's your friend! You knew you needed to collect yourself.

"O-okay, so, n-now, the k-killer," he sets the camera down to retrieve the prop knife. "Uh, y'know." He drops to his knees again, looking up at you.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, final girl." He reminds you gently, picking the camera back up with his other hand.

He presses the flat side of the knife, dripping in cold, sticky red liquid, against your clothed pussy. Your eyes flutter closed once again, and you exhale. You begin grinding against it and groaning.

"Y-yes, please," you manage to get out. The knife presses down hard.

"That's it...you're doing so good..." you hear him mutter to himself more than you.

Your panties are all but pointless now. They cling to you tightly, leaving little for Choso to imagine. You're grinding shamelessly now, still unable to find the relief you need.

Choso drops the knife and replaces it with his own hand. You look down to see his chipped black painted fingernails mimicking the circles you drew against your clit earlier.

"Just tell me to stop..." He struggles to focus between your face and your needy pussy.

But you don't tell him to. This isn't in the script - the killer might not be so kind as to actually help you get off.

Choso pointed the camera directly at your cunt and the flimsy pair of panties you desperately wanted to take off. He was trying his best to keep himself from pathetically humping against the bed but failing nevertheless.

"you made such a mess of these..." He teased your entrance with his thumb and your back instinctively arched up, the way he requested before.

You felt the intensity building up in your core and begged, "d-don't stop, 'm c-close".

Choso nodded diligently and kept up his pace of playing with your pussy. This was incredible - he always imagined what it'd be like for you to need him, to use him. He couldn't believe how wet you were - was it actually for him? Were you just really in the moment? What would this mean after you finish?

That didn't matter right now. You needed your best friend to make you cum.

"I've got you - please cum for me, please..." he pleaded, swallowing audibly.

That did it for you. You were cumming in your panties for him, against his fingers, whining loudly. He continued rubbing, now more gently, coaxing you through your orgasm.

You breathed heavily, looking back down at him as you came down from the feeling.

He moves his hand away and turns off the camera.

"I...I think we got the footage we needed." He smirked.

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