Inspired by the song Christian Woman by Type O Negative.
Female reader — nsfw.
The night was cold, quiet and calm. The black clouds slowly covered the beautiful full Moon, repelling its shine on the desolate street. The only lights that managed to give even some life to that dark part of the city were only the light poles, and the candles that looked out of the church window. There you were, kneeling in front of the imposing but also comforting statue of Jesus Christ, with his limbs extended on each point of the cross, and his tired eyes resting right on you. The palms of your hands were pressed together, and your head was lowered. You closed your eyes, praying first for yourself, then for your family. Suddenly you felt a soft and gentle hand that touched your shoulder, that made you raise your head quickly, you thought you were alone. The priest looked into your eyes and formed a small smile. Despite the old wrinkles on his face, you could notice some small dimples."It's really late, dear. What brings you to the house of God at this hour?" You smiled at him, and carefully stood up, fixing that long skirt that covered your ankles. "Just came to calm my own thoughts, father." The priest nodded his head slowly and then turned to look at the figure of Jesus. "I hope you find relief with him." You nodded to him, and a few seconds later you said goodbye to the temple. On the way out there is a light drizzle, but nothing to worry about. You begin to walk back to your apartment, hugging yourself for warmth, a cold breeze beginning to blow. The further you walked, the street seemed to get darker, and the raindrops became thicker and heavier. You had to quicken your pace if you didn't wanted to catch a cold. As you passed right in front of a dark alley, you were surprised by the sudden sound of cans falling to the ground, and you let out a little squeak of surprise as a stray cat emerged from the darkness of the alley, hissing with its bristly tail. It's just a scared kitten, nothing to worry about... You sighed with relief and almost let out a chuckle to yourself for getting scared so easily. "I'm just tired." you thought, and it was somehow true, but the darkness of the streets and the strange silence of the night made you feel uneasy.
You made your way back to your apartment, cold and almost soaked, but safe nonetheless. Your trembling hand rumaged through the pocket of your skirt as you looked for the keys, the metal clinking as you took them out. You opened the door without problem, but just as you placed a foot inside, you stopped. There was a strange, uncanny feeling of being constantly watched, so obvious that it made you turn your head to check. There was nothing and no one, just a silent, dark street with wet paviment and a rainy weather. You made a small pause, just to be sure, but you thought it was dumb to be so paranoid when you knew nothing ever happened in these streets... at least not since you moved here.
The door closed with a soft click as you finally came into your apartment, carefully taking out your shoes with a soft sigh. Your place was... nice, not luxurious, but cozy. You had everything you needed after all: a nice bed that right now was calling to you. You looked down at yourself, your clothes were wet. "Great." you grumbled with a now heavy, tired sigh. You got into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the steam slowly filling the room, making a foggy effect as you undressed yourself and kicked your soaking clothes to the side. Before you got under the shower you took off your silver rosary, a gift for your birthday that you wear almost everyday like a lucky charm. As you got under the warm water, you closed your eyes and tried to relax both your body and mind. The water ran through your body like a relaxing waterfall while outside the rain became heavier, loud thunders echoing through the silent city and bright lightnings iluminating the sky with powerful strikes.
Minutes later you finally came out of your shower, your body covered with a steamy aura and your skin glistening. You dried yourself with barely little effort before walking to your bedroom and plopping on the bed with a thud. A sigh escaped your lips as you slowly closed your eyes. "I'll change tomorrow." you thought before finally falling asleep with the sound of the rain as a lullaby. This is when it all started.
The night was... unpleasant, at least that's what you wanted to believe. You had heavy dreams that made your breath hitch and your body twitch in sleep, all including the same exact thing: a man. Your own sounds were all you could hear, those whimpers and gasps that escaped your lips under the firm touch of this... masculine figure. You didn't know who it was but somehow he handled you like he already knew where and how to touch you, and oh... how you wanted to give in, and you did. It felt like another whole version of you, one that didn't really cared about beliefs and "proper behavior" and sins, one that only wanted one thing: to be taken. It felt almost real; big, strong hands sliding across your curves and gripping your skin like a predator sizing up it's prey, cold lips drawing a trail across your chest as if you were a treasure, a fine relique he was worshipping. You could feel your own chest rising and falling each time more faster as his hands lowered down between your opened legs. You were in ecstasy, seduced, posessed. The last thing you remember is arching your back as you felt two thick fingers slide into you— and that's when you woke up.
You were sweating, panting, red and... wet, really wet. Your breathing was shaky as you looked down at yourself: your soft folds glistening with juice, your body demanding attention. You jumped out of your bed and kneeled down, palms together tightly as you began to pray. You were embarassed, guilty. You were a sinner.
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By the time you were done begging for forgiveness the sun was already iluminating your bedroom, a silent reminder of your duties. You slipped into comfortable clothes and just as you were about to step out of your room your hand felt the emptiness of your chest: your rosary was gone. You turned your head to scan the room with your gaze, there was no time to look for it, you had to go out. With a small sigh you headed out of the room and left your apartment.
Every morning you headed to a local charity canteen to help the homeless and, of course, serve them breakfast. This day wasn't the exception. You were standing behind the counter as you served some warm tea into the cup of one of the homeless, in this case, an elderly man. You kindly smiled at him, everyone knew you at this point, you came so regularly that you soon gained the love from the people here. "How did the rain treated you, Paul?" you asked to the elderly homeless man while you served him toasts on a plate with a small jar of jelly. The man scratched his messy mustache, a graspy grumble escaping him. "It was fine, i just couldn't sleep. There was too much noise in the alleys, some damn teens messing with the garbage, i'm sure!" his grumbles made you chuckle. You attended the other homeless, all of them complaining about the same thing: loud noises coming from the dark alleys. "Must be some raccoons." you thought, or maybe a group of sneaky teens as Paul said? who knows.
When your short shift at the canteen ended you already had to start your actual shift at work. You said goodbye to the homeless and other workers at the canteen before you left the building, your low heels clicking against the paviment as you walked. The day was nice, calm, sunny, very different from the desolated darkness of last night. Your hand rummaged through your pocket as you stood in front of two rustic doors with coloured doorlights on each of them; you managed to open both of them as soon as you found the keys. A well-maintained nursery inside, many different types of flowers all around. It wasn't a lot, but it was yours, your little spot. Just you and your plants... and some clients that came from time to time.
The day was pretty calm, not many clients this time, just some old couple choosing plants for their home and a lady buying her favorite flowers. Soon the afternoon came by, the sun slowly setting down and by that time you were already closing up the nursery. Almost every night you usually went back to the charity canteen this time to serve dinner, and tonight was no different. As you made your way back to the canteen you noticed something... odd: there were no homeless there, no one forming a line waiting to get served some warm food. The other people who, like you, also volunteered at the canteen where confused, simply waiting for anyone to arrive. You stepped inside, your eyes scanning the place as you walked behind the counter. "Where's everybody?" you asked, your colleagues shrugged in confusion. It didn't took long for someone to finally arrive... it was Paul, and he seemed... uneasy. As always, you formed a little smile and prepared the big spoon, ready to serve some warm soup for him, but he cut you off. "I-I'll just take the bread..." you raised your gaze in confusion, watching Paul glance behind him multiple times, he seemed nervous, his dirty hands gripping his own stained clothes. "Are you alright, Paul? where's the rest of the group?" you asked, and Paul finally looked you in the eyes. His brown eyes were widened, as if your question startled him. "We've seen... things... outside..." he said, but before you could ask again, he cut you off one last time. "I-I don't want to spend much time here... just give me the bread or... he'll find me..." without any other choice, you sighed softly and handed him a big piece of bread. Paul's wrinkled hands cupped yours with trembling pulse as he looked into your eyes. "You should go home, miss... there's a beast in the dark... i've seen him. He's... he's—" his own breathing became shaky with fear and before he could say anything else he ran out of the building. Paul's words still ringed in your head as you watched him dissapear in the darkness of the night, but he's just an old man, must be imagining things, right?
With no clients to serve, every volunteer at the canteen, including you, soon left the building. You were walking across the street just like last time, dark sky, silent neighborhood, flickering old lights. Then again, you felt it: something or someone watching you. You turned your head but there was nothing there, only the silent breeze of the night. You thought you may be paranoid but still quickened your pace. When you reached your apartment you looked for the keys this time more quickly than usual, only letting out a sigh of relief when you were finally inside. You left your stuff at the entrance and as you took off your shoes you remembered your rosary was still missing. First thing that came to mind was the bathroom, of course, you took it off last night to shower. How strange it was when you turned on the bathroom light and found nothing there. You checked inside the cabinets, on the floor, even inside the bathtub, but you found nothing. Your hand reached your chest where your rosary usually hanged from and sighed. "I'll find it eventually." you said to yourself before leaving the bathroom and heading to the bedroom, plopping on the bed. Paul's words from the canteen were still ringing in your mind, how scared and nervous he looked. You hoped that he wasn't doing drugs at least.
It didn't took long for you to fall asleep, but the so called nightmares from last time tormented your sleep again. It was the same man; muscles hard like stone, firm hands holding you and stopping you from escaping... not like you were going to. His frame was big enough to cover your body like a heavy blanket, his hot breath hitting your neck, he felt like a giant furnace that warmed you in the middle of winter. The room was dark, you couldn't see much but you could feel. You didn't backed down, your own hands were brave to roam across the man's body, huge like a beast and eager for your touch. His arms were thick, his chest was hard, he was chiseled like a fine statue, a cursed relique that lured you to sin. One of your hands ran across his long hair and that was enough for him to lean closer and devour your mouth in a desperate kiss. He groaned lowly, his sounds fueled your own desire and he knew how bad you wanted to be taken.
It felt so real, the way he fingered you as if he knew exactly the specific spot that made your back arch and your legs shiver. You could feel every inch of his thick fingers pressing deeply into your most sensitive places, his warm tongue circling around your clit like a fine dessert. You were feeling how your climax was quickly building in, your loud whimpers were all you could hear and just when you felt yourself rumbling down into his mouth, you woke up. You opened your eyes with a loud gasp, your breathing heavy, you were sweating. Even if it was a dream you could feel how riled up you were right now and it took you long to finally slide one hand under your panties and feel your wet pussy, warm as if it had been really eaten up by a hungry man. You hesitated with a long pause before rubbing your clit with your fingers coated in your own fluids. You didn't realized how worked up you were that you came within minutes, a loud moan escaping your lips as you gripped the sheets tightly with your free hand. It felt good, so good, you just wished the man from your dreams was really there to— "No, no... this isn't right." you thought, your heart still beating fast from your recent climax.
You prayed for forgiveness, again. You were a hypocrite, kneeling down on the floor with your panties stained with your own fluids like a lustful sinner.
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The next morning you didn't showed up at the canteen.
Broad daylight, the streets bussy as usual, there was a forecast about a storm at midnight but no gray clouds showed up yet. You were at church inside the confessional, sitting on one side of the wooden wall with your gaze lowered to your own hands. Soon the priest showed up, he sat on the other side of the wall with his face even barely visible. "Forgive me father, for i have sinned." you spoke first with a nervous tone, you almost never confessed and not certainly for such a sin like the one from last night. "Tell me about it, dear." The priest's voice was always calm enough to soothe your worries, he was always very understanding and you knew he would find a solution to your problems. You took a deep breath before speaking. "I've been having... strange dreams." you gripped your clothes nervously, trying to find the right words to explain it all. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, patient as ever. It took you a long second to respond. "Lustful dreams, father. I...— there's a man in my dreams, i don't know who he is but i've been dreaming with him, he... he..." the mere thought of it made you press your thighs together, as if your body was stronger than your mind. "He possesses me, my body... and i let him to. He scares me but there's something about him that lures me in... it's like a demon." your own breath hitched softly. You could call him beast or demon or anything degrading to make you feel better but you knew the truth: you wanted him to take you and you allowed him to, you allowed that monster to put his hands on you and it wouldn't take long for him to plant his sinful seed inside of you; that simple thought made you press your lips together, still unsure if it was from worry or to bite down your lip. "He... made me surrender to the lust even when i wasn't dreaming." Liar. You knew you were lying to both yourself and the priest; you did that yourself and the fact that you enjoyed it more than anything made you feel guilty. "Did that man forced you to give in?" the priest's question made you grip your skirt tight because you knew the answer to it. He didn't forced you to do anything. Each second it felt even harder to speak. "No..." your tone lowered in guilt and embarassment. "He has this... energy around him. I've never seen a man like him before... makes me think he's not even... human." The priest made a small pause before speaking. He could feel your worry through your voice. "Demons tend to lure weak people into sin, lonely people, like you. Maybe it's time for you to settle in with a husband to impede you from breaking the chastity." You paused at his response, like the thought of marriage as a solution sounded... quite strange. From the other side of the wall the priest slowly stood up. "For now i suggest you pray every night before sleeping."
Even after the priest left, you stayed there, thoughful. You were kinda... disappointed. Is that all it was?, just you needing to get married?, bullshit. You shook your head slightly for your own thoughts. "Maybe if i pray every night the demon will go away." you thought. That's what you were saying to yourself even when you knew praying wouldn't help you... because your hands were already dirty. You got out of the church more worried than when you came for advice. Without calming words from the priest your last choice was to bussy yourself with work and try to forget about it.
You were at the nursery like every day, sitting behind the counter and helping every client that came by, even if it was only to ask for prices. Eventually your lack of sleep from last night started to affect you and the calm streets of your neighborhood did not helped. You really tried to stay awake but with no clients coming your body simply gave in to rest. You were on a chair with your head on the counter and your arms working as a pillow. This time, the dreams were more strange than usual.
There was no bed, you were luckily fully clothed. No wet dream, no sinful acts. Although you could still feel, and you felt. A big hand reached behind you, one thick finger slowly sliding up your neck until it reached your hair. It was him, you knew it. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, his lips were cold, the mere feeling sending a shiver down your spine. He placed a cold kiss behind your ear and you swore you felt him just about to speak but then you heard it: a loud thunder. You opened your eyes quickly and jolted on the chair, quickly looking up at the door. You were alone and it was slowly getting darker outside and, as the forecast said, there was a storm. You sighed as you fixed your hair, cursing under your breath for falling asleep like this. You quickly grabbed your stuff and left the nursery... under the rain. You quickened your pace through the street, your clothes and hair already getting soaked, there was no soul outside but the bright lightnings in the sky. The storm was getting bad, there was a strong wind that shook trees and even managed to throw one flowerpot standing loosely on the edge of one of the apartment windows; it would fall right on you if it weren't for a pair of strong hands that gripped you and dragged you into a dark alley before you even get time to react. With a loud gasp you fell on the floor, staring with wide eyes at the destroyed flowerpot on the sidewalk just in front of you that could've easily knocked you out or worse. You quickly tilted your head up and your eyes soon spotted a huge dark silhouette standing on the edge of a building, and you swore it was looking right down at you. It dissappeared before you could even form any word but you didn't had time to lose. You stood up and ran to your apartment under the heavy rain, the strong wind and the loud thunders.
You got into your apartment like a survivor from a flooding. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you brushed your wet hair back and took off everything on you. You stomped to your bedroom, just slipping a random shirt on and some panties. You thought everything was fine now, but you were wrong. A loud, sudden crash sound echoed near, inside your apartment. Your head snapped to the door, you would be lying if you said that didn't scare you. It took you a moment to finally step out of your bedroom to the livingroom, finding one of the windows completely destroyed, shattered glasses everywhere on the floor. Your eyes scanned the dark room, soon finding a huge form suddenly standing on it's feet right beside the window. You gasped in fear, quickly backing away, your back finding the wall. Your heart nearly stopped when you managed to recognize the figure in the darkness. It was him. He was huge, like an enormous beast. His hair was long and soaked. His body was dark with multiple web-like details, you were too scared to see if it was his skin or some kind of strange suit. He was... just as you dreamed him, every muscle, every inch of power. Your heart dropped as soon as he stepped forward and you quickly closed your eyes and placed your hands together, you were trembling with fear and you didn't had other option than to pray. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven—" You could feel his heavy breathing inches away from you, how for every exhale he let out a deep growl that rumbled all across his chest like a wild beast. You were shivering, but you kept praying. "Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen..." Just when you finished there was an eerie silence, so you slowly began to open your eyes with hope that the "demon" dissappeared thanks to your desperate prayers.
He was still there, staring down at you with blank eyes and a creepy silence that sent a shiver down your spine. In a slow motion that made you flinch he extended one of his huge palms in which hanged your silver rosary, tangled between his thick fingers. He was returning it to you. You hesitated for a long moment, paralyzed with confusion and fear, but you soon took the rosary away from his hand with tenderness, fearing that any rough movement could bother him. With the rosary now back to you he made another step closer with his head slightly tilted to the side; he was sizing you up with curiosity and if you payed enough attention you could hear him sniffing your scent in the air. You stepped back, but he stepped forward again and it didn't took long for him to suddenly lean closer against you and smell the perfume on your neck. You squeaked with fear but... you couldn't stop thinking how this felt exactly like your dreams: his warmth, his rough breath against your skin, his strong hands enveloping you and stopping you from escaping... and not like you would.
"So beautiful..." He spoke, his voice was a deep growl that left you craving for more. In that moment you understood that he wasn't there to hurt you, he was there to worship you... and your dreams were just visions of what was yet to come. You finally looked up at him in the eyes when he backed away just enough and, with sudden courage, you reached with one hand to touch his face and he allowed it. You could feel rough cloth enveloping his features which seemed like some kind of strange mask, but as soon as you tried to tug it off he grabbed your wrist with a firm strenght yet not enough strong to hurt you. You understood the limit but you just couldn't help but wonder who was the man behind the scary suit that was hugging you so tightly as if you were going to vanish. With a sudden force he picked you up into his arms and slowly walked to your bedroom. Normally you would be screaming and kicking but you just couldn't bring yourself to do that when he was whispering into your ear sweet words. "I know, angel, i know you are scared of me. I'm nothing more than a monster but my heart beats for you since the moment i saw you in that church. So pure, so beautiful and young... My angel, in your eyes i may be the devil and i fear, with every inch of me, that i could be capable of ruinning what makes you so divine..." He carefully placed you on the bed as he toweres over you, both large palms against the bed on each sides of your head. He was fighting an internal battle that he was yet to lose. "... But i want to possess you this night and this night only, for i fear i could hurt you, and show you how a demon like me can also be worthy of you." He caressed your face as if you were a delicate relique. You were speechless but by the way your lips parted and your breathing became heavier and warmer he knew you wanted this.
He finally leaned closer and you felt the need to kiss him, and you did. His large hands slid across your body, worshipping you like some kind of goddess... his angel. His fingers slid under your clothes, caressing your sensitive skin and feeling the round shape of your breasts. He tasted you like a fine dessert, his lips tracing paths across your nipples and down your torso until he gently tugged at the edges of your panties. This was just as you dreamed and you felt just like you imagined: sinking in embrace of lust.
The storm continued outside, the loud thunders echoing across the sky and bright lightnings shinning between dark clouds. Out in the streets there was no soul to be seen, but inside your apartment the building heat was burning your body with arousal. You were taking every inch of him as if you were made for his shape, the room filled with your loud sounds just as your visions showed you days before. He was smelling you and tasting you in every spot he could, exploring every inch of your body until he memorized every mole and curve. His own hips rocked against you in an agonizing yet lustful rythm that made your nails sink into his broad back. He wanted to mark you, oh, he craved it, but he wouldn't dare to ruin your body for his own benefit. You were a sight for him, he wouldn't stop looking down at you and whisper sweet poems into your ear that made your cheeks blush and your stomach twist in flutter. Your sounds were music to his ears, every moan, every whimper only fueled his own desires and sent a shiver through him that only hardened his lenght enough for more rounds left than this one.
He didn't wanted to come into you, but you begged him to and he obeyed. You felt him filling you with a loud growl that made your breath hitch, holding your body into a tight embrace while his hips didn't seem to be able to stop moving. You weren't the only one possessed by lust. He was enjoying this, it made him feel alive, human, even tho he proclaimed himself a monster. He didn't felt realized until he managed to make you come too, and oh he really did. Everything you've learned about demons, or what you thought you knew about them, was suddenly wrong. Everything you thought you knew about monsters was incorrect, about wild beasts. He held you with such care, worried for your own pleasure more than his own, that it made you think he was no more than a man, a man who also loved and felt, and oh he was feeling. There were many rounds after that, many times in which he tasted you in so many different ways that your smell and taste were imprinted into his brain. He possessed you just as you dreamed and you let him to, you enjoyed every second of it. You just wished the night would've lasted longer.
The sunlight coming from your window woke you up. You slowly opened your eyes with a sore feeling all around your body that made you let out a soft groan. When your eyes adjusted to the light you scanned your room... everything seemed normal, in place. Your bed was a complete mess but that was the last of your concerns. You were alone, the window near your bed was open, fresh air coming from outside. On your small nightstand lied your silver rosary and under it, printed on the wood of the small furniture, a huge burning mark of a large palm.
I drew a cheerful and chatty girl with insanely long braided hair who goes by Hummingbird, and would y'all believe it WASN'T Harumi Shirai?? Lmao!
It's Aracely Penalba (and her reluctant champion)!
Here's a fun fact: Kaine Parker | Scarlet Spider II is most definitely my favourite Marvel Superhero! He was such a hyperfixation of mine when I was younger, specially in his Houston era, where he met Aracely | Hummingbird aka the cutest sidekick! And let me tell ya, these two were the best dynamic duo/found father-daughter duo of Marvel! ❤️💚
I just love Aracely's unwavering faith in Kaine and his capacity for good! And the way she motivates him to do more and be better! He only believes he's a hero now because of her!!🥹 MARVEL, LET THEM REUNITE AND BE A FAMILY AGAIN GODDAMMIT!!😭
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Well, as we wait for Marvel to come to their senses, have my redesigns ideas for a comic of these two!
I wanted Kaine to wear more black, since he said he liked his suit better when it was black! Maybe it's not so Scarlet Spider, but hey, the important is that he likes it, right? Lol!
And for Aracely's, I wanted her suit to be more bird like and maybe a bit simpler (it's kinda funny how Kaine's canon suit barely has anything, meanwhile Aracely's is low-key convoluted) anyways, I'm quite proud of this one!
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Thinking about ideas for the comic itself:
The name would be a simple one but effective one: "Scarlet Spider & Hummingbird"
It would be road trip style with an initial arc about Kaine and Aracely travelling around Mexico to finally figure out her past and powers!! (Cause this character has been around for 13 years and she's still one big mystery somehow ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯)
Another adventure I'd love to see would be with Faira Sar Namora | Water Snake, with Kaine and Aracely helping her in her Quest™ (cause this girl came to the surface solemnly to find heroes to help her and she's still waiting)!
Gee, Marvel, let Chris Yost finish his damn plots already! >:O
I think it would be good for Faira and Kaine to see each other again! I always loved the way they related, defended and respected each other in New Warriors!
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Anyways, I rambled enough! Hope this finds its crowd, lol!❤️💚
so i checked my profile after a long while and i stumbled upon this thing i was working with a year ago but never posted
it's not finished- but it's kinda promising (Kaine x reader fic, a long one. I went with a female reader this time so i could go on with the theme of my inspiration.)
for my Type O Negative fans, yes, it is based on the Christian Woman song. Buut idk, what do yall think?, should i finish it? 🚶🏻
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