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If It’s God’s Will

The new priest in your little village, Sevika, has caught your eye, but as an inexperienced virgin you have no idea how to deal with these feelings.

tw: g!p priest!sevika, virgin!reader, object insertion, coercion, religious trauma, breeding kink, fingering, pussy inspection, corruption kink

warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.

*virginity is a construct, never let anyone coerce you to lose it, this is purely fiction*

Mousey. That’s how everyone described you. Growing up in your small village you were teased relentlessly for it, all the other young girls would gossip and make fun of you for your modest behaviour and lack of experience with boys. When they were off sneaking out late at night to meet their boyfriends in barns or at the local dance hall, you were at home reading your bible, studying up on passages so you could impress the priest with your knowledge.

Last winter the old priest had died in his sleep, called back to god to continue fulfilling his calling up in heaven. He was replaced by someone new, a priest quite different from those you had seen before… tall, muscular and imposing. Sevika commanded the congregation to listen to her sermons with her intimidating presence alone.

From the moment you had laid your eyes on the priest you had felt a strange tingling sensation deep within your loins. There was just something about the way her dark skin seemed to glow under the candle light of the church, her deep richness of her voice as she led you in prayer, and you couldn’t forget those grey stormy eyes and the way they seemed to pierce into your soul.

Never before had another person made you feel this way… you immediately thought that perhaps you’d been taken ill, maybe the flushed hue of your cheeks and sweaty palms were signs of a sickness you’d caught.

It took you several days to figure out that Sevika was the cause of your illness, since every time you thought about the way her robes fit around her toned body as she preached to the village folk the symptoms would return in full force. And annoyingly this was often, no matter where you were she was in your mind. Whilst you completed your chores around the house the idea of her touching you under your heavy skirts flashed into your mind, sometimes as you helped prepare the evening meal for your mother and father you saw a vision of the priest’s fingers lingering on your lips as she fed you communion… but the most concerning thought you had came to you whilst you studied your bible… Images of the older woman knelt behind you with her fingers buried deep inside your wet cunt as you knelt at the alter and recited the Lord’s Prayer occupied your mind. She’d speed up the pumping of her fingers as you recited the holy words perfectly, whispering praises in your ears as she went, but every time you got too distracted and slipped up she’d tut at you and slow down causing you to whine pathetically for her.

These visions and thoughts plagued your every moment waking or not. You found that in church you were unable to make eye contact with the priest, every time you received your holy communion you’d tremble and shake in her mere presence. This was only made worse by your well meaning mother inquiring about a job for you to clean the church every evening. She told you that she was worried about your connection to God recently as you’d seemed so distracted in church, surely spending more time in the old building getting closer to your Lord and the priest would only do you some good?! You mentally cursed your mother for putting you forward for the role but secretly a part of you was elated, you’d be spending more time in Sevika’s presence!

The evening you were due to begin your new job you had left the house you shared with your parents dressed in an appropriately modest dress with your winter jacket, hat, gloves and scarf since it was the dead of winter and the ground was covered in snow. After a long trudge through town you made it to the church, pulled on the heavy door and slipped into the old building.

Nobody seemed to be around yet all the candles were lit, illuminating the hallowed space. Luckily your mother had handed you a rota of tasks to complete each evening so you got to work.

Shedding your winter accessories you wondered towards the back of the building where you knew the cleaning cupboard was and helped yourself to a scrub brush and a bucket. After finding a tap you filled your bucket and started to clean.

A few hours seemed to pass this way as you scrubbed down the floor, small beads of sweat dripped down the back of your neck as you worked, your hands stiff and tired from the labour. The priest never showed her face, leaving you to guess she was too busy to check in on the lowly cleaner.

Once you’d finished scrubbing the floor you emptied your bucket, returning the cleaning supplies before you gathered your winter clothing items and readied yourself to leave.

A few nights passed this way, each day you completed another chore on the list but never once did Sevika turn up to check on you.

During the hours of unsupervised cleaning your mind seemed to wonder, every evening a new fantasy of your priest occupied your mind. The church’s scent of incense and wood filled your nose and you found you wondered if Sevika also smelt of it… your tummy would warm at the thought as you felt a tingling sensation grow in your virgin pussy. Briefly you considered how naughty your thoughts were, surely god would think badly of you for your whorish behaviour.

On the fifth night you looked at your chore rota and saw your job for the night was tidying the priest’s office. Secretly you wished you’d bump into Sevika tonight…

You gathered your supplies from the cupboard made your way to the priest’s quarters. Brushing down your dress and running a hand through your hair you gathered your nerves to knock on the door to the office. A deep “Come in” sounded from the other side, causing a jolt of excitement to pulse through you. Steeling your nerves you opened the door and slipped inside.

There she was, your priest, sat at her desk scribbling away at a letter. Her broad shoulders filled out her robes nicely, her dark hair glistened in the low light of the room, but what caught your eye the most was her smile… there was something in it that you just couldn’t read.

“My apologies for disturbing you M’am. I’m here to clean your office” you muttered as you looked down at the floor. You heard a small amused huff escape the priest’s lips.

“There’s no need to be nervous my child. Go ahead” she responded in a calm tone. Her attention returned to her work, pen once again scratching at paper.

You took that as you sign to start working again, reaching into your supply bucket to retrieve your duster. Slowly you moved around the room, dusting down old religious artefacts, most of which had been left by the old priest when he’d died. The sound of Sevika working was your only distraction from the boredom of your job. Occasionally she’d let out a stressed out sigh or a displeased grumble, but mostly she shuffled around papers, reading through her recent correspondences.

As you continued working away you wished you had the confidence to speak with her, to maybe ask her about her opinions on what makes a good pious girl… but you kept silence. Only when you realised your next task was to tidy her desk of rubbish did you nervously speak up. Turning to stand in front of the priest’s desk you spoke quietly, “Urm… my apologies… I need to clean your desk but I know you’re busy… I can wait till you’re finished”. Awkwardly you rang the duster in your hands and looked down at the worn rug on the floor, awaiting the priest’s response. But she was silent.

Daring a glance at her, you looked up to meet her gaze. You felt that familiar jolt of nervous pleasure as you locked eyes with the priest’s stony grey ones. You were lost for words, your lips slightly quivering as you waited for a response still. Sevika appeared to be taking you in, her eyes confidently roamed your face, then down to your shoulders, taking in the way your modest dress still clung to your body.

“I know why you’re so nervous around me… you don’t hide it well” Sevika finally said as her eyes focused back on your face. “Huh?” you replied almost dumbly. Sevika huffed a laugh at your reply as she stood, her large hands planting themselves on the wooden surface as pushed her chair back. Slowly she came from behind the desk and walked towards you, the height difference between you both now more apparent than ever. Sevika circled you as you stood stiff, more nervous in her presence than ever before, surely this close she could smell the arousal between your thighs?

The priest stopped her movements, standing directly behind you, close enough that her breath was tickling your neck. “You’re nervous because you’re a sinner…” came her deep voice, in a dark low tone. Shock ran up your spine in response, you weren’t a sinner! Unless… lusting over one of God’s own representatives on earth was a sin?

Sevika’s chuckle was the only thing to pull you from your spiralling thoughts. “I’m right aren’t I?” she asked you, her voice calm and steady. “You put on this mousey, good girl act for everyone, pretending to be sweet and innocent, but I know the truth…”. All you could do was stand in shock as the older woman’s words settled in your head. “I see the way you look at me during my sermons, the lustful gaze you have when I’m preaching God’s words no less!” her voice was now raised slightly, the indignation clear in her tone.

It felt like the floor dropped out from under you, you were breathing fast, your palms sweaty, surely this couldn’t be happening?!

“Do you have anything to say for yourself little mouse?” Sevika questioned you as your panic rose. All you could do was mumble a stuttered “I-I…” before you sucked in a quick breath at the feeling of the priest’s hands on your waist, her arms circling your corseted form as she pulled you into her chest.

You dropped your rag in shock as the larger woman’s cheek nuzzled at your head, exposing your bare neck to her as she nosed at the flesh inhaling your scent lightly. “It would appear I have a whore in my congregation…” she muttered as her lips moved against your neck. “You are a part of my flock and I’m God’s shepherd, it’s my duty to guide you towards a life of good morals” she continued. Her grip tightened at your waist as she spoke, it felt like she was knocking the air right out of you… the room getting smaller and smaller as her body surrounded you.

“I-I’m not a whore! I’m a virgin!” you squealed desperately trying to make yourself heard by the older woman. She only chuckled in a mocking way before pulling away from you and grabbing your wrist tightly. “You’ll need to prove that to me, little mouse. Who’s to say a whore like you doesn’t know how to lie?”

Once again you were shocked at her words, you were a good girl, you’d listened to your parents when they said you weren’t allowed to talk to boys, you were saving yourself for marriage, you’d never even touched your own pussy! Yes you’d had dirty thoughts about the priest… but you’d never acted on them.

“Come with me child. I’ll need to confirm your purity in the eyes of our Lord” and before you had time to reply you were being dragged away from her office and out towards the alter.

The candles that illuminated the hallowed place flickered as the priest pulled you behind her, you nearly tripped over your skirts but caught yourself last minute as she trailed you up the steps to the alter. Finally she released her grip on you but only to throw you down against the cold hard steps as she commanded you to prey.

Fearing the priest’s wrath you did as you were told, scrambling up to your knees and locking your hands in a prayer position. Your head was tilted down and you began to recite the Lord’s Prayer by heart. As you spoke the well rehearsed words Sevika watched you, her eyes were burning into your feeble form as you spoke.

Feeling the intensity of her stare you stumbled over the last of your words causing the priest to tut at you in dissatisfaction. She again grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you up to full height. “Silly little mouse can’t even say the Lord’s Prayer correctly? Come here, I guess I have no choice but to inspect you myself”. Her words shocked you? An inspection?!

“Inspect me? W-what for?” you questioned the older woman, genuinely confused about what she could possibly be looking for.

As Sevika pushed you against the back of the alter her strong hands gripped at your thighs and she lifted you, placing you down on the alter. You were in shock, there was no way you should be so disrespectfully treating the sacred space this way but if your priest wants it then who were you to question it?

“I must inspect your cunt to see if your hymen is still intact” the older woman informed you as she bunched up your skirts around you waist and quickly pulled down your bloomers not giving you a chance to react. “M’am!” you cried out in response as you tried to kick away from her and pull down your skirts. “That’s not what you should call me little mouse, it’s ’Father’ to you” she responded with a smirk. “Father…” you whimpered back. “That’s it my good girl, don’t fight the Lord’s will, spread your legs for me little mousey and show me your whore cunt” she instructed you and you mindlessly obeyed.

With both feet propped up on the alter, your cunt exposed to the cold air in the empty building, you breathed deeply as you looked up at the priest with a nervous look. Sevika eyed you up, her large hands massaged your thighs, with each stroke they crept closer to your pussy. “That’s it sweet thing, let Father inspect you, I need to confirm your purity” her deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Sevika reached up and with both hands she held open your folds, the contact to your pussy making you jump and your knees come together. “Don’t try and wiggle away, make this easy for me mousey or I’ll have to tie you up” she said in response. Fearing her wrath you obeyed and slowly opened your knees, once more she smiled at your obedience and praised you sweetly, causing you to blush and look away in embarrassment. Sevika must have seen how you responded to her praise because she continued to compliment you muttering “such a pretty pussy”, “your clit is so small and sweet” and “God really made you perfect didn’t he?” as she inspected you.

You preened under her praise and whispered “Father…” in a breathy tone. Casually she brought her finger to your entrance as she said “this hole is so slutty though, just dripping for me already… this isn’t the hole of a virgin.” You whined in response shaking your head as you cried “I am! I promise I wouldn’t lie!” Sevika tutted and continued toying with your hole. “Have you ever pushed your fingers inside here and pleasured yourself?” You shook your head no. “Have you ever rubbed your little nub before?” her fingers brushed your clit gently causing you to jolt and let out a small moan at the unusual sensation. Once again you shook your head no. “Hmmm… there’s only one way to find out if you’re lying, open up mousey!” Sevika said as she pushed her thick finger into your entrance slowly yet firmly. You let out a little cry as she breached your hole, new feelings flooded your body and your mind went blank in pleasure as she pumped her digit in and out ever so slowly.

“I need to get deeper, luckily you’re sufficiently wet enough but this might still hurt a little mousey, breath in for me” she instructed you as she pushed in a second finger. Her digits were thick, and your inexperienced pussy stretched at the intrusion. You whimpered out a pathetic “Father!” at the burning pain and your hips jolted once more. The priest brought her free hand up and slapped your pussy as she scolded you “I said to stay still!” You muttered your apologies and stilled your body, allowing a shuddering breath to escape. The older woman pressed harder into you as she moved deeper with both fingers, using her free hand to grip at your waist and pin you down.

The feelings of pleasure that were so new to you bloomed inside your tummy, it felt like a knot tying itself around and around, pulling tighter and tighter. “Father! It feels weird! I think I might pee!” you cried out, cheeks flushed and a drop of sweat dripping down your forehead. “Now now child, hold it back, I just need to feel for…” she trailed off as her heavy brows knitted in concentration. Looking down you saw your folds spread around her hand and her fingers probing deep inside you. “There it is! You were right my child you are a virgin” you squealed as she touched something deep inside you. “Your hymen is still intact, the devil has not had his way with you yet…” she confirmed.

You had no idea what any of that meant but you were ecstatic that she believed you finally, you couldn’t help the wide smile that bloomed on your face. “Thank you Father!” you breathed out as she pulled her fingers from you, finally the weird feeling of needing to pee relented and you could catch your breath again.

You stayed propped up on the alter, skirts around your waist and pussy exposed to your priest still. Sevika inspected her fingers, your glistening juices dripping down her wrist. Much to your shock you watched as she brought her fingers to her plush dark lips and sucked them into her mouth, licking up your wetness in a crude manner that you didn’t expect from a holy woman. A groan slipped from her as she sucked on each digit, her eyes closed and you heard her breath hitch as she clearly enjoyed herself. As she cleaned her fingers, her free hand came to palm at her crotch through her thick robes and that’s when you saw her heavy looking bulge.

You couldn’t help but stare and your mouth watered as you took in the scene before you. A small whine slipped from your lips and you knew you needed more of her… this didn’t escape Sevika’s attention either as her eyes refocused on you. Suddenly she was right up in your space again, her arms bracketing your waist, palms down on the alter as she leaned in to whisper against your neck. “It would appear that you’re having lustful thoughts in the house of God again, I thought you were a good girl?” she questioned you in that deep dark tone that simply made you melt. “I-I am a good girl!” you cried back in response but before you could speak again you gasped as you felt your priest press that large bulge into your bare pussy.

You threw your head back and moaned as she rubbed her hard cock against your slippery cunt. Suddenly you noticed how the stained glass images of saints and angels stared down at you from the heavens, judging you, the images lit up in the darkness by large candles. The religious artwork behind the alter made you hyper aware of where you were and what was happening. “F-father, please… we shouldn’t do this here” you begged as dozens of heavenly glass eyes glared down at you.

“Why not? I’m a woman of God, anything that I do is sanctified by him” she reasoned as she continued to rub her hard cock into you. She then upped the ante and left you breathless as she kissed and licked at your delicate neck, clearly trying to distract you.

“Father, I-“ you started but she cut you off with a kiss, your first ever kiss. You moaned into her lips and tried your best to keep up with her. Clearly she’d had some practice as she teased her tongue into your mouth and nipped at your lip causing you to finally grind back into her stiffness. “That’s it, good girl. I bet my sweet little church mouse was saving herself for marriage?” the older lady asked you as she continued to dry hump you, both of your growing frustrations clear. You nodded as you brought your arms up to rest on the priest’s broad shoulders and run your hands through her short dark hair, the feeling of the silky strands calming your nerves. “Of course you were saving yourself, what a good girl. You see though, if I was the one to take your virginity now, right here in front of our Lord he’d approve of it” she reasoned. Your brows furrowed as you thought over her words… you’d been told your whole life that remaining a virgin till marriage was the correct thing to do. Maybe it didn’t count if it was with a priest though? Maybe it’d be like receiving communion or a blessing? Still you asked the more experienced woman “how can that be Father?” to which she replied “God works in mysterious ways mousey. If you let me use your pussy for my own relief he won’t punish you, you’ll be servicing one of his chosen ones, you’ll be blessed.”

Her words made sense to you, either because you were inexperienced and eager to please or because you too wanted nothing more than for Sevika to have her way with you.

“Yes Father, please use my pussy for your own pleasure”

Quickly you found yourself on your knees with Sevika stood above you pouring sacramental wine past your lips, you gazed up at her with glassy eyes, lost in the way she watched you drink it down from the golden chalice. A small droplet escaped your mouth and her thick thumb caught it as it dripped down your chin, without a second thought she licked it up.

Once she was happy with your consumption of the holy wine she pulled back her robes and took her thick cock out, placing it on your waiting tongue.

You’d never really seen a cock before, let alone one this big, the tip was red and dripping, it looked desperate for relief. Luckily Sevika took charge as she gently began rocking her hips back and forth whilst giving you instructions. “That’s it mousey, use your tongue on my tip, keep sucking it… harder”. You tried your best to keep up with her pace, staring up at her face, watching as it contorted in pleasure so you knew you were doing something right at least. Her thick brows pinched together, her scarred lips fell open and her tooth gap became visible as she groaned deeply. “Such a good little virgin, you’re so eager to please. Look at you on your knees worshiping my cock…” she cut her ramblings off with a groan as she grabbed a hold of your hair in both hands and finally gave in to temptation, face fucking you hard for a few seconds.

Just as you were adjusting to her harsh treatment, the older woman pulled back suddenly, leaving your mouth empty and a string of saliva still connecting you to her cock. You fell back onto your bum, knees burning from the prolonged contact with the cold marble floor, you coughed slightly as you recovered from the deep intrusion in your throat. “Fuck… you nearly made me cum” she said through heavy breaths, “I have a better idea of where I want to finish though” her tone dark and full of promise. “Get up little mousey and bend over the alter”. You did as she asked, legs slightly trembling as you got into position.

The priest came up behind you and once again pulled up your skirts so you were exposed to her, then she pushed down on your back so your chest touched the cloth covered alter and she grabbed your hips, pulling you into a harsh curve. “That’s it pretty girl, look at this virgin pussy just gushing for my cock already” Sevika said as she teased your hole with her thick fingers.

She pushed one digit inside, pumping it gently as she toyed with you “hmmm I think it’s going to be a tight squeeze, but I’ll make it fit little mousey, don’t worry”. You could feel the anticipation in the air, your cunt dripping in excitement. You’d imagined loosing your virginity before but it’s never looked like this in your day dreams… only a few months ago the thought of your priest bending you over the alter was unthinkable.

You jumped slightly, the sensation of Sevika’s tip rubbing against your clit sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you. Her cock head then probed at your entrance, collecting your slick. “Breathe in little mouse, this might hurt a bit” was the last thing you heard before her large member push hard and deep inside you, breaching your virgin cunt.

At first there was pain, then a burning stinging sensation, which quickly bloomed into a deep warmth settling within your stomach all accompanied by a wanton moan you could never had imagined yourself capable of making.

Sevika stilled her movements letting you adjust to the stretching intrusion. “Fuckkk your pussy is so tight, she’s squeezing me so hard and I’m barely even half way in”. Shock hit you at Sevika’s words, not only because she was cussing in church but also at the notion that despite how full you felt there was still more to come. “I can’t take anymore… I’m so full already Father, please have mercy on me!” you begged her, yet all you got in response was a deep groan, her hands squeezing tighter at your hips and another small thrust as she pushed deeper inside you.

You gasped as more of her thick cock bullied its way into your pussy causing you to grip the alter cloth and whine “nooo Father it hurts!” Your whole body felt tense yet weak at the same time, it was completely overwhelmed by the barrage of new sensations. Sevika shushed you sweetly, her hands rubbing soothingly at your hips trying to calm you, “shhh, shhh mousey. You want your blessing don’t you? It’ll get easier I promise, just keep taking me nicely and it’ll start to feel really good inside you soon, okay?” You shuddered out a feeble “yes Father” and tried to steady your breathing as Sevika pulled her cock almost all of the way out, leaving her tip resting just inside your entrance. Crudely you heard her spit on your hole and felt her fingers rub the skin where you were connected, lubing you up more for her next move. However before you could adjust to the change she rammed herself back in as she mockingly said “that’s it mousey, biiiig stretch, ughhh…” cutting herself off with a groan.

Once again you were totally full but this time you registered her hips pressing into your arse. Your pussy fluttered around her length, sucking her impossibly further in. Sevika gave you no time to rest as she picked up a fast and brutal pace, her thick cock slamming into your virgin pussy. With each move you moaned and whined as pleasure took over your mind, completely unaware of the way your blissed out noises filled the empty church. If you were even semiconscious of the way your voice echoed off the marble and stone building you’d never be able to sit in the pews during service and look up at the alter where you lost your virginity.

Your priest’s deep groans joined yours as she took her pleasure from your smaller body. “That’s my pretty little mousey. I knew just from looking at you that there was a slutty little whore inside you. The way you shifted and wiggled in your pew during my sermons I just knew you were distracted by my voice. Don’t even get me started on the way your lips lingered as my fingers fed you communion… ughhh. Fucking little slut”.

You barely registered her words as she continued to abuse your cervix with her tip, too lost in your building orgasm to make sense of it all.

What did get your attention though was when suddenly she shifted and pulled you into her chest, wrapping one muscular arm around your neck and squeezing. Your hands left their place on the alter as they wrapped around her bicep and tried feebly to loosen her grip. A breathy “Father!” was all you could manage to get out, yet you couldn’t deny the way your pussy pulsed at her abuse.

“Gunna fill this pretty cunt up. Gunna breed my little mousey. When your bump starts showing your parents will be so disappointed in their whore daughter” you gasped at her words, the nightmarish vision clouding your mind. “But then I’ll step in and offer to marry you, they’ll jump at the chance to marry you off to a priest. You’ll be my pretty little wife and God will bless our union with a child”. Suddenly Sevika’s hand was pressing against your corseted stomach, rubbing at the flat surface as her large nose caressed your neck. “This pretty little church mouse will be all mine… fuck! I’m gunna break in your virgin pussy”.

Sevika’s hips began to stutter and her hand left your stomach to rub tight circles on your swollen neglected clit. “That’s it pretty girl! Cum on my cock, I’m gunna fill you up and make you mine”.

It was all too much, between her thick fingers stimulating your bud and her heavy cock rubbing just right inside you, that knot that had been building finally broke and an intense pulse of ecstasy took over your body.

As you came down from your high you felt warmth spreading within you deep inside as Sevika pumped her cock, slowly filling you up, blessing your womb with her holy seed. Once she pulled out of you it dawned on you… you were no longer an innocent virgin anymore. Would God really forgive you? All you could do was trust in the plan the older woman had for you.

“That’s my good girl” your priest cooed at you as she kissed your neck pulling you into her body so your back was pressed up against her breasts. One of her hands then reached out and picked up a cloth used during her services to wipe down the communion chalice. Briefly you thought how you were glad she was going to clean her mess from between your thighs but were surprised when instead her other hand held your pussy open as she stuffed a corner of the material inside your body, the soft cotton plugging your cunt. She left a good half of the cloth hanging between your legs, the tickling sensation against your sensitive skin causing you to try rubbing your thighs together. After planting a light pat on your pussy she shoved the material inside your body deeper with two of her fingers, checking that it wouldn’t fall out.

“Now you’re going to put your bloomers back on and I’ll walk you home. You’re to keep this cloth stuffed in your pussy till you come back for your cleaning duties tomorrow evening. It’s God’s will that you bear me a child I can’t have my cum leaking out of you”. You whined at the thought of having to stay stuffed like this all day, and sleep with your womb full of her cum. “I’ll keep blessing you with my seed till it takes but until then you need to continue being a good girl for me, alright?” You nodded at her words. Surely if your priest said it was God’s will then this was all okay?

[dopedykke]

these are the types of fics that deserve a million likes

[dopedykke]

[dearbaes]

Hi baes, I need help, someone has stolen my work

Can we stop stealing writers' hardwork to feed into ai slop generators?

This is absurd. How can you just steal my work and try to add paragraphs to make it seem like your own? You even changed the tense and tried to act like it's your work, I'm fucking ashamed on behalf of you.

I do not condone harassment, but I do wish they'll take responsibility for copying my shit. That being said — get the damn paper and write your own shit instead of stealing from other people.

Especially when you're an mdni account, don't be stealing from minors. You're just fucking embarrassing yourself.

EDIT: they privated it the moment I commented and demanded a public apology for stealing it. It shows they're not remorseful. Later, they "apologised" in the driest tone ever I'm actually baffled by these kinds of people.

Anyway, a while after — they did message me here on Tumblr, and apologised for it. I'm pretty sure it's in the comments of this post too. And I forgive them as long as they don't do anything like this ever again, I hope we can all welcome them into the community with open arms if they start writing creative fanfics 🩷

Please spread this post and protect other authors!!

[dopedykke]

this is fucking disgusting….. create your own shit it’s not that hard!!!! that’s the beauty of it! everyone can do it

[urfemmeneighbor]

being a butch’s sweet little housewife whom she worships every time she comes home from work bc the house is clean and dinner is ready and youre waiting by the door to give her a kiss and tell her you love her and she is so overcome with love she cannot resist getting on her knees and pushing your panties to the side to lick your puffy clit

[dopedykke]

me & sevika downnnn

[bubalicious69]

Sevika x f! Munch! Reader

Warnings: Ass eating, Pussy Eating, dirty talk, Bottom!Sevika, Top! Reader, reader is a filthy munch.

Sevika felt foreign when it came to being eaten out. She didn’t get the offer that often, If not ever. People assumed, because of dominant demeanor, that she preferred to just give orgasms instead of receiving.

Until she met You.

“shit you’re so fucking pretty sevika” you say softly, your hands caressing her boy short clad pussy, you can see a clear wet patch forming at her center. “You’re so wet, shit” You whisper to yourself using your index finger to trace the wet patch repeatedly, collecting her musky slick, Sevika’s hips twitch forward following your fingers as she let out a choked “ah”.

You hiss leaning forward and planting a soft kiss to her clothed clit. You feel her pussy pulse underneath your ministration. You smirk looking up at sevika who is breathing heavily, “such gooood fucking girl”. You then impulsively lick a loooooong stripe from the bottom to the top, the underwear heavily tasting like her with a filthy “mmmmm” leaving your mouth.

Sevika let out a high pitched whine her eyes drooped, eyebrows pinched together, and her mouth in a lazy ‘o’- she’s watching your every move with a lustful gaze.

You pause, smirking up at her before attaching your mouth to where you assume her clit is at and begin sucking hard, taking turns with licking- making the wet patch even bigger and sloppier. Sevika’s chest heaves deeply while her hips continue humping her clothed clit onto your mouth. Desperate for release.

She hadn’t felt this desperate in a long time, she quickly pulls her legs from your shoulders to her chest, as if she’s offering her pussy to you. She’s so eager.

“Oh.my.god.” Sevika whimpers, your tongue continuously licks at her clothed slit that is now being engraved by her underwear, you could see right where her clit was. Deciding that you had enough.

“show me that sweet pussy baby” you command gently, lust deeply evident in your tone. Sevika obliges instinctively moving her underwear to the side exposing her fat pussy lips to you. You automatically get hit with a deeper and headier scent of her musk Her lips glistened with arousal, her fat clit sticking out from her pussy lips, which were covered In messy hair. God she smelled so fucking good too, so musky and sweet. “Fuuucck”You basically moan as you lean forward to her pussy before taking a deep inhale. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Mmmfuck look at this pretty fucking pussy”you gush as you reach down with both hands, gently spreading her pussy lips, you lean down taking in another huge sniff before kissing her clit softly, then again, and again. You pull back teasingly, She was so fucking wet, She looked so fucking tasty.

Sevika’s face was burning up, she could only roll her eyes up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

While looking up, she failed to pay attention and was completely caught off guard when you quickly latch onto her clit and suck feverishly letting out “mm” “mm” “mm” every time you release her engorged clit from your mouth. You tongue her hole all the way back to her clit. You’re literally eating her pussy.

“Ohmyfuuuuuu-” sevika whines high pitched, her hips twitching, humping her hips to chase the pleasure you’re giving her. “Right.ther-“ she cuts herself off with a downright nasty moan. Her eyes are rolled back, back arched. Her big hand is on your head forcing you down.

Her tone becomes airy and desperate “Yesyesyesyes Keep sucking my clit, right there right there- nnngh” Her fat pussy lips are dragging from your nose to your chin, drenching your face. You can only smell her, engulfed by her and you couldn’t be more fucking aroused.

You then place both hands on both asscheeks before titling her hips towards. You pull back abruptly causing sevika to whimper out in disappointment, “look a me” you murmur lustfully, and god does she respond quickly. You gather the spit in your mouth, eyes staring deeply into Sevika’s, before you spit a glob of saliva onto her pussy. Sevika’s mouth opens in an “o” her eyebrows pinching together.

What she didn’t expect was for you to then lick from her tight asshole, all the way up to her engorged clit. The grunt released from her sounded downright primal “so.fucking.gross.fuck yes, eat my fucking ass FUCK” and you continue your ministrations. You lick every single crevice of her pussy allll the way down to her asshole. You chased the taste of her. You were a fucking addict.

Sevika watched with her mouth hung open as you devoured her, you tilt her hips even higher spreading her ass further before spitting another glob onto her tight puckered hole chasing it with your tongue. “I fucking love this shit baby, I love eating this fucking tight ass and this yummy fucking pussy.” You firm your tongue up and begin tongue fucking her ass, your eyes remain on her face watching her fall apart on your tongue. You switch from fucking her asshole to her pussy, you’re making a mess and sevika is deliriously thrusting her hips. Her hands manage to grip your head before pushing you further into her cunt, you sliiiide your tongue back up to her pulsing clit, latching your mouth onto it and suuuuucking on it as if it were your favorite candy. Sevika intakes a sharp looong breath shuddering as you suck on her yummy clit.

She cries out when you slide your middle and ring finger into your warm pussy “oh.my.fu-“ quickly being cut off by you fucking up into her g spot. “F-uuuuck m’cummin m’gunna fuckin’ cum all on your fuckin mouth- keep sucking my clit like that. s’so fuuckin- goo-“ The suctioning of your mouth on her clit mixed with the finger fucking sends sevika straight over the edge. Her words cut off, her mouth in a silent “o”.

Her body stiffens into an arch as she releases into your mouth in small squirts, her hands keeping you still on her swollen pussy as she releases a deep guttural groan. She almost sounded pained.

And you? You fuck her through it, feverishly licking her clit and slowly fucking your fingers into her. Her body begins to twitch, her hips thrusting away from you in overstimulation.

Sevika’s eyes are hooded as you kiss your way up her body, stopping by her breasts to suck on her brown nipples; she holds your head there as your run your tongue onto the hard bud, switching from slow strokes to flicking. Sevika lets out small gasps, hips rocking upwards and her chest heaving.

You finally make your way to her mouth, before you kiss her you lustfully whisper “I’m not done with this pussy baby” you reach down and run your fingers through her swollen cunt “I wanna see how much she can take, and I wanna feel how slippery she can get. You want that baby? Want me to rub my pussy on you?” You coo condescendingly while holding eye contact. Sevika looks up to you with her sad puppy dog eyes before nodding. You smirk, leaning down to kiss her full lips, shoving your tongue into her mouth. You pull back yet again “that’s my good fucking girl, she just wants her pussy played with doesn’t she?”. You coo, sevika nods stupidly, looking like a kicked puppy.

god, sevika has never been more turned on.

[dopedykke]

Please tell me ur making another story

i am !! i just have this weird thing where it physically pains me to focus on a task 🫠.

on the bright side i am planning out some longer fic ideas which are:

the continuation of tunnel vision,

lawlight yuri,

sevika x me (selfishhhh ik 😛),

and a love triangle/threesome situation with sevika and ambessa!

gonna start storyboarding either tn or tm, but either way all of my works are going to start having a definite number of chapters + i want to upload more regularly.

[jussanother]

[dopedykke]

i almost wanna write a fanfic about her

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me looking at y’all’s crazy ass usernames in my likes

[dopedykke]

omg it’s soooo obvious when yall are just writing for white ppl omgggggah

automatic CHOP

[dopedykke]

my holy trinity

[thechocodoll]

tweens and younger teens probably feel annoyed reading ‘minors do not interact’, but y’all do not know how being exposed to porn young can literally mess up your mind. that’s trauma and your age group is most susceptible to it.

[dopedykke]

also just imagine how uncomfortable it makes me (a grown adult) feel when 16 year olds are interacting w my post

[baji-boo]

Our cover girl📸

[dopedykke]

f…fuck sevvvv… it’s t-too much >~<

[i-hate-you3000]

"i watch arcane for the plot"

the "plot":

[dopedykke]

i have a half-baked threesome draft about them

[dopedykke]

rq!

professor! abby x student! (college/uni) reader but reader works as a midnight ballerina to make money and professor! comes in asking reception for a spicy private room and the its readers room? if that makes sense 💋 added backstory of tension in class that’s never been addressed and now they’re in this position? and smut 😋

late work

𑣲 men and minors dni

synopsis: your sustainable agriculture professor dr. anderson pays way too much attention to you and it drives her insane.

cw: professor!abby, collegestudent!reader, age gap, use of y/n, reader is a str¡pper, power imbalance (?), fingering (r!receiving), lusting cuz this definitely isn't yearning, porn with plot, slower pacing, college au set at cornell uni

wc: 1.4k

a/n: this ask has been sitting with me for a while so i want this to be really good! had me doing research about agricultural science lol. sorry if the str¡pper stuff isn't accurate! i am a loser and have never seen one irl!

dr. anderson: cornell university's toughest argricultral science professor. she taught a course in sustainable agriculture and is built like an ox. long dark blonde hair fell right beneath her broad shoulders; usually over a dark colored collared shirt or a silk boatline neck blouse. the blouse is your favorite: it shows off the rough outline of her bra that's definitely advertised as "seamless." these things drive you insane.

your class is in a large lecture hall, crescent rows spreading back what had to be hundreds. the largeness of the room intimidates you even as a junior, so you sit at the front. because of this, dr. anderson always makes eye contact with you. her dull green eyes are often lingering on you in particular. with each glance, her pace along the row slows, her eyes narrowing, her fingertips grazing the edge of your desk. you watch her rough hand, embarrassed by the pressure building inside of you. she never forgets to smirk when you avert your gaze back to her eyes. each lecture ended in dull throbs and shaky breaths.

this monday morning is absolutely no different. minus your raging hangover from one too many drinks at work. to be fair, you work at a strip club in the next town over, so drinking is highly encouraged. honestly, it felt like you had to in order to be surrounded by gross, touch starved men. you don't even have the energy to lift your head from your desk as dr. anderson made her rounds.

"y/n." dr. anderson raps her hard knuckles on the solid wood desk. you practically jump out of your skin, looking up at her immediately. her eyes soft yet her mouth pulled in a low scowl.

"s-sorry ms. anderson!" very embarrassed, you look to find a handful of people staring at you.

"dr." she frowns even deeper. "see me after class."

softly groaning as to not make anything worse, you pretend to listen to the last fifteen minutes of lecture. after class you grab your bag, moping up to her desk. she's not even looking at you as her eyes are scanning out the last few stragglers making their way out of the lecture hall.

"dr. anderson, i'm so sorry—"

"why are you falling asleep during my class?" dr. anderson leans back in her chair, her pointer fingers pressed against her lips. she meets your gaze; your heart flutters.

"i-uhm," you sharply exhale preparing your lie, "i stayed up late last night, doing homework."

"well, i only give exams, so what class?"

"my fundamentals of physics class." you watch her bare arm flexing; today she's wearing one of her silk blouses. it's ivy green and makes her arms look amazing. for a second you genuinely fear that you're drooling.

"manage your time better. don't let this happen again." dr. anderson crosses her arm, intentionally flexing. "and stay focused."

your eyes snap back to her, "of course. see you wednesday." you spit out so fast it sounds like you said one word, speedwalking out of the hall.

...

that moment plays on a loop in your mind, the cursed image of dr. anderson's smug face and knowing eyes. you find yourself having to physically shake your head from the thought as you pack your bag for another night.

an hour or so later your on stage, mostly chatting up your coworkers since it's a slow monday night. after around two hours and only $43 in tips, you start to fear you may get cut and sent home early.

"saffron." a large security guard calls you over. you trot in your eight-inch heels, making sure you make your tits bounce for any wondering eyes willing to pay for more. "y'got called for a private room."

you raise an eyebrow "by who? no one's spoken to me in the last, like 30 minutes."

"some burley woman. real butchy."

"ron," you hit his arm.

"what? i thought you'd like that." he shrugs, "now hurry. it's room b."

you scoff, heading down to the side entrance of the room—each private room has this, so that the women can slip in and enhance the fantasy for the customer.

"hey there, big girl." you put on your seductress voice that you always easily slip into. a part of you loved this character you created. saffron was bold, sexy—

"hey, you're not my usual girl." sat in a large plush chair with a playful tone, dr. anderson looks up, sipping the rest of her whiskey. eyeing you intently.

"dr. anderson?"

"saffron?"

you become weirdly shy about the name, but you can't break. "i've never seen someone so beautiful here." you giggle, straddling her lap. "i'm so sorry if i ever missed you!"

"d-don't give me that."

"give you what? you want something different pretty girl?" your eyes are wide and innocent anticipating her answer. a fire burns in your chest; you can't tell if you're turned on or dying from embarrassment. is there a difference? your throbbing pussy can't tell.

"that voice." she grunts, "is this actually why you're sleeping in class?"

you frown, "i let you do your job. let me do mine."

dr. anderson's gaze warms, a wide smile paints her face. she guides her hand up your side, then across your torso. she feels the way your body stutters under her touch.

"it's abby, by the way."

"such a pretty name, what do you want abby?" you draw out her name like it's a foreign word.

she leans closer to whisper, as if the act of speaking is too taboo. "i want you to admit you want me to fuck you."

your pussy lights on fire, your face burning wildly, "wh-what?"

abby wraps both of her arms around your waist, lifting her leg slightly so that you grind down on her thigh. your pussy already soaked through your practically non-existent g-string. you avert your gaze to anything but her.

"maybe you just wanted to get in trouble so you could be alone with me." abby grabs your face, making your lips pucker, "you've been so tempting, do you know that?"

"i...i dunno," you force out a nervous laugh, the mask of saffron slipping. "you are...really attractive dr.—uh, abby."

"and?" abby uses her free hand to grind you down harder. you whimper, utterly helpless against the rough fabric of her faded jeans.

"...i want you to fuck me." you whisper in disbelief that the words are even coming out of your mouth.

abby moves her hand from your hips to right above the band of your underwear. tracing the sheer fabric, abby coos into your ear,

"how bad do you want me?"

"abby...please. you tease me everyday, i can't take a second more...i really fucking need this." you whine without shame. there is no more room for shame in your body: it's all been taken up by need, need, need.

"fair point." abby's coarse fingers dip past the week barrier of your underwear. she draws small perfect circles on your throbbing clit. already covering her hand in slick, you grind down, chasing the feeling of her textured digits. you breathily moan in her ear, wanting her to know how good this makes you feel.

"i know, i know," abby condescendingly teases, "i always notice how you look at me. wanted to take you at my desk." she plunges her finger lower, easily slipping two fingers inside of your eager hole. your pussy sucks up every last inch of her thick fingers; you gasp at how the way you stretch over her.

"fuck, abbyyy~" you bury your face in her shoulder, muffling your moans with her shirt. your soaked cunt only got greedier as you begin to bounce on her fingers, chasing more. abby obliges, adding another completely memorized at the way you moan into her neck. it was deep, primal. you needed her more than anything.

"how many times you thought about this, y/n?"

the use of your name didn't even bother you, you two are far past that.

"s'much...so much!" you manage to choke out. the heat in your core begins to bulid, your abs start to flex, and your rhythm falters. the last shred of your couth leaves your body—you can't stand this anymore. the knowing looks, her smug face, the squelching of your pussy. all of it all at once. your eyes roll back as your entire body arches and stiffens. the shaking of your legs so intense, it leads all the way to the rest of your body.

coming down from your high you look at abby through half lidded fucked out eyes.

"do i get a discount for making you cum?"

you couldn't stand that smirk.

"that's actually extra."

[moonlightxaridw]

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, semipublic sex, fingering

Abby covered your mouth while one hand was completely inside your underwear. It was almost midnight, and everyone around was asleep.

The camp was silent, broken only by the sounds of animals in the distance and the crackling of embers left from the fire.

Her hand began to make small circles on your clit, and you could feel her warm breath against your neck.

She kissed your neck as she quickened the movement with her fingers. You started to let out small moans, which made Abby silence you. "Shh, we don't want anyone to hear us, okay, babe?" she whispered, slipping two fingers into your mouth with her free hand.

You gently sucked before Abby left your clit to insert her fingers into your needy pussy. She began to slowly pump her fingers in and out of you. You moaned around Abby's fingers, which made Owen move slightly. You were a little scared, thinking you might get caught, but Abby didn't stop; in fact, she increased the speed.

"God... you're so tight," Abby murmured, curling her fingers inside you, right on that sensitive spot that made you almost scream her name, but she choked you a little in the attempt.

"m’so close," you said, trying to speak. Abby moved her fingers faster, making your pussy tighten around them, the knot in your stomach growing until it almost hurt.

"Come on, baby, cum on my fingers," she said, giving her last few pumps before you finally came.

"That's it," Abby said, pulling her fingers out of your mouth and your pussy.

[elsfawns]

being the biggest tease that she’s ever known, you got your girlfriend all fired up during hockey training, n now u will have to pay the price in the dirtiest way ♥︎

almost as soon as she had arrived home, you knew ellie meant business. she's never been so urgent before. she's never just ignored your greeting and thrown you back onto the bed like that — but she did, and you landed on your stomach with her oversized jersey riding all the way up your back. it's like this that she can see everything. the full view of your cunt, still shiny and messy, showing her you've been waiting for her while wearing nothing but the jersey since she left home.

from behind, you hear metal clinking, and lift your head up only to be pushed right back into the pillow you'd disgraced an hour ago. and no amount of kittenish giggling and faux innocence is helping you out of this; she ignores it all.

"was this what you fucking wanted?" ellie asks with a dark chuckle. she moves closer, pressing into your ass to let you feel the heavenly length she has waiting for you. you moan, though it's muffled, and she laughs again. "that right, mama?"

the sound your pussy makes when she slides through the wet folds is downright lewd. you inhale sharply at the fullness and the stretch, fingers grabbing for purchase at the pillowcase. just as you try to speak up, she takes a bruising grip at your hips and starts to move almost angrily.

it's fast, it's cruel, she plunges in deep enough to hit your g-spot every time. you cry out in pleasure as the thick tip of the strap brushes against the soft spot, sparks shooting up your spine. your back arches, ass high in the air for ellie to grab at. she grunts weakly, pulling you back to meet her thrusts. and glaring back at her this entire time is her own name on the jersey you wear. the same one that had taunted her throughout training.

"els! oh— oh— mm, fuck, els, s'so good..." you try to speak but everything comes out a garbled mess, your voice reduced to nothing but a few squeaks. you bury your face into the plush pillow, cheek smushed against the lingering scent of your own wetness. you can't stop babbling, though, sounding and looking so cute to ellie with you balling your fists up into the jersey's sleeves.

it's hard not to feel any kind of possessiveness with you like this.

"fuck, feels good mama? atta girl... you take this shit so well. you wanna cum baby?" the more breathless she becomes, the more strained and raspy her voice gets. you watch from the corner of your eye as she flicks some hair out of her face, pace never faltering for even a second. you squirm against her, whimpering a response that makes her laugh. "yeah? who do you belong to? who's gonna make you cum?"

"ellie!" you almost sob the answer out, becoming far too aware of how neglected your clit feels, the puffy bud pulsing and aching between your legs. you keep on chanting her name, almost cheering her on, and of course her ego soars.

"fuck yeah mama, good girl." her arm wraps around you, fingers heading straight to your needy clit. her tight circles are like a finger pressing down the trigger of a gun, the heat in your lower stomach snapping right then. "cum for me baby.."