Forgive me Father, for I have s i n n e d

Ind. OC semi-selective ++ semi private under construction.

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                           There was a way out for                                                 HIM.

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                                            Carpe Diem,                                            seize the day,                                                   BOYS.

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      the boy clung to the older man, his eyes pressed       shut in an attempt to distract himself from the feeling       of newfound pleasure. “Jeremiah – come for me.”

"I--” He didn’t get to finish his words,    as a loud moan of pleasure pushed its  way past his lips,     finishing, he held tightly onto Kieren,  letting the orgasm wrack through his body. 

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aphasiic:

       his hands came to the blind man’s face, desperately        holding onto him in pure shock of the sensation that        had taken over his body. he rode the wave of the         pleasure that had overtaken his mind, giving Jeremiah        moans and gasps, words mixed in begging for more,         for him to TAKE HIM. 

Another thrust, and Jeremiah was already close,   not having experienced any of this before.  He tried to hold on, though, let Kieren finish first. “F-FUCK.” He moaned again, unsure how to tell Kieren how close he was.

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                                           CARPE DIEM,                                          SEIZE THE DAY.

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oftheniight:

—exorcii​

“Sorry to bother you so late,  Father.   I’m Special Agent  Michael Emerson with the Santa    Carla      division     of      Federal Investigation,  would you  mind  too much if  I  had  a  word  with you?  It’s  of  some   I M P O R T A N C E  ,     surely   you   can understand.”

"Do not worry, Agent. I’ve got nothing else to do at this time, besides light candles.” The  male held up a gloved finger, the one he was using to make sure that each candle was lit, before pulling it off, and making his way towards the agent’s voice.      “Shall we go to my office?”

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aphasiic:

     it had been rumoured that his kind had begun to      regenerate their nerve functions in their peripheral      limbs. nevertheless, he hadn’t experienced the       supposed regrowth — UNTIL he felt a sudden surge      of pleasure, a shock to his system that left a viciously      sexual moan coming from his throat, his nails digging      deep into Jeremiah’s back while his hips pressed up       and into the other man. he was left trembling and his      lungs in a desperate and useless spasm. “Jeremiah.” 

Jeremiah moaned at his name being called,    pulling even harder on the others hair as he FUCKED  him, every THRUST full of how much he had already grown  to care about the boy.            The exorcist wanted him to feel good. Always. 

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aphasiic:

        Kieren couldn’t feel any pain, but he didn’t want to         tell Jeremiah. his entire body was shaking slightly         with the remnants of dead nerves. “A little,” he said         softly. “It always hurts a little,” he murmured, rocking         against the man of god. 

He rakes his nails down the other’s back, sure that  he’d pierce skin. He wants nothing more than to pound into him hard, cause him to cry out, beg to GOD, to him for more.          Finally, he can’t take it anymore, and pushes the other down, traps him under his body, pushing into him once more,     a hand now pulling at his hair. 

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                          “–PROGRAMMED TO OBEY.”

                                                             indie oc | crossover friendly 

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aphasiic:

           cold fingers dug into hot thighs, crawling up to his chest in            order to slide back down with nails leaving slow, surface deep            marks. Jeremiah had fallen for a WALKING SIN, and his mouth            carried the moniker well. he took every inch of the older man            into the chill of his mouth, tongue working around him with             an expert command. he pulled away, licking his lips slowly before            he stood, slipping his own pants off of his thin hips. he paused for            a moment, a tightening, psychological pain in his body spreading            through his chest. he ignored it, pushing Jeremiah’s shoulders in            order to press him into the couch. he straddled the father’s lap,            a cold hand guiding the blind man inside of him, a shaky breath            shuddering from cold lips. he leaned down. “Does it feel good?”

Again, a moan escaped his mouth, nodding his head quickly,  hands grabbing tightly to the other’s hips. “F-fuck.” He moaned,  his voice soft as he pushed his hips up, getting used to the feeling  of being inside someone.         “Does-does it hurt?”  Jeremiah almost could not take it anymore, he dug his nails into Kieren’s back, hips moving once more.   

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#[ now it's definitely not safe for work bc DICK SUCKING ]

I couLDNT STOP LAUGHING AT THAT BC I DIDNT EVEN READ THE THING YET AND MY MOM WAS LIKE ????? WHAT 

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aphasiic:

         slow breaths came from still lips as he watched the          man twitch underneath him. the level of sensitivity          was MADDENING – they were polar opposites in          one more way. the teen slipped off of the father’s lap,          kneeling in between his open legs on the hard floor.          skilled fingertips unbuttoned and unzipped the other          man’s pants, pulling them down and slipping them off          to a slumped pile on the floor. he gave Jeremiah no          knowledge of his actions before he pulled down the egde          of his underwear, leaning down and closing cool lips around          the tip of his erection. his tongue teased about the head, slowly.

A shocked moan tore through the silence, head falling  back at the feeling of wet lips around his member. He  choked as he tried to say Kieren’s name, begging him to stop teasing,                  He wanted to be FUCKED,  he wanted to rush this, he wanted the neighbours to ask the next day if  he had been exorcising the sin out of someone,         he of course,                            would respond with YES.

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aphasiic:

          for a moment, Kieren’s hands ran over Jeremiah’s chest,           brushing over warm skin before a palm settled over top of           a still beating heart. he memorised its quick beat, fascinated           by it before the older man’s gasping laugh came into his ears.           a soft smile fleeted on his lips before he slid a single finger down           his hot, bare stomach, finally brushing over the zipper of his pants.

Every nerve in his body seemed to have woken up at the touch, nails digging into the boy’s hips, wishing Kieren would hurry up and take his pants OFF. Jeremiah knew he  needed to be patient, but it was so HARD (in more ways than one). 

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"How STRANGE---        I’m almost certain that I’m the EXORCIST, not you.            At least, that’s what they told me, when I  was given the job.”

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aphasiic:

          the gasp that tumbled from his lips came with the           pressure and sight of teeth against sensitive flesh           was warm in tone, deep from his throat. his fingers           trembled in Jeremiah’s hair, watching him discard           his glasses. his hands came to cup the man’s face,           tilting his head back, feeling and memorising all the           same. he heard the TING of the cross hitting the floor,           a cool breath coming against the older man’s lips           before his plea was swallowed by a deep kiss, Kieren’s           hands gone to feverishly unbutton the shirt that separated           their chests from touching. Kieren WAS a sin, and he                              would show Jeremiah WHY.

Jeremiah helped unbutton his shirt, wanting  it off more than anything else in the world. Once it was pushed away from his chest, the male threw it behind them, trying to remind himself to SLOW DOWN,   His fingers went back to memorizing the other’s body, finger tips dragging along every bump of the other’s ribs.       Although Jeremiah was inexperienced with all things like this, he knew what it meant when his own pants got tighter, a short yet breathless laugh sounding through his red lips. 

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