The Sorcerer, The God, and The Devil’s Advocate ★
Why Dont You Run From Me
I'll Be Your Pillow (Series)
Loving You
2319
The Love Hypothesis
tis the damn season
Back to Bed
Someone Like You
Baby Blues and Tattoos ★
♯ 𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 / 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇. — (MCU)
The Sorcerer, The God, and The Devil’s Advocate ★
Wicked Game ★
Unfettered (Series) ★
Recompense (Series)
♯ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 — (ARCANE)
The Noble Daughter
Oh, To Capture You in Pages
Signed, Viktor ★
The Counterpart ★
Summary: During his days in Kamar-taj, you and Stephen caught feelings for each other. But you didn’t know he’s been lying about his complicated relationship with Christine.
A/N: Guys... this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 years now...
Just wanted to publish it in hopes that it will inspire me into writing fanfics again even though the Doctor Strange hype is currently dead LMAO.
“Christine,
I’m emailing you one last time...
Stephen has been staring at the unfinished sentence for God knows how long. Type, erase, repeat. The right words were nowhere to be found; shaky fingers hover over the keyboard for the past 30 minutes as an attempt to officially end things with Christine Palmer.
He looked over to his left, your figure spewed all over his newly-washed bed sheets, hair messy and sleeping peacefully. In an instant, he felt guilty about lying to you about his relationship with Christine. It was never clear to either parties if it was a break up, or if they just needed time to think and figure things out. But in his defense, neither talked to anyone in several months.
The quiet sound of keyboard clicking as Stephen hit backspace repeatedly put an end to your nap. Slowly opening your eyes, you realized that Stephen isn’t next to you anymore. The sheet is cold, telling you that he hasn’t been here in a while.
Why are you in his bed anyway? Let’s just say that his stupid little makeover had your mouth watering over the older man. You'd be lying if you said that his goatee did not you feel some type of way, which is exactly how you ended up tangled up with him. Should you be doing this in Kamar-taj? No, not at all. But did it feel good? Fuck yes.
It is undeniable that every hour you spent in a day with him for the past several months formed something deep down. It was inevitable for mere humans like you. It was stupid, how everyone saw this coming except the two of you. Maybe you were both denial...
Or maybe Stephen was simply conflicted with his feelings for both you and Dr. Palmer.
Gently sitting up, you pulled the blanket closer to your chest to cover your bare body. “Why are you still up?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.
You swore you saw him flinch and switch his screen to another tab.
“Hey, I, uh... Just watching some videos.” He rubbed the back of his neck. A sign of nervousness. “How’s your sleep?”
Tiredly smiling, you walked over to him with the blanket still covering your entire body. “Best sleep I’ve ever had.”
You kissed his cheek and he smirked as you nuzzle your face against his neck, inhaling his cedar and pine scent. Standing up straight with a sigh of relief, you made your way to the window, staring at the view as tiny drops of rain from the sky fall to the pavements of Kamar-taj.
“Any plans for tonight?” You asked.
“Nothing much. Probably read more about astral projection or steal more books from Wong. Why?”
You chuckled, “Speaking of astral projection, do you think it’s possible to have sex using our astral forms?”
Stephen snorted at the question, rubbing his face, “Jesus Christ.”
“What?” You laughed. “I’m serious!”
“Well, we’ll never know if we never try.” He replied smirking and continued working on his laptop.
You looked down smiling, and you noticed a broken wrist watch.
Picking it up, you admire the piece of accessory as you run your thumb on the shattered glass. Air escaped your lips in disbelief as you realize what brand it is, mentally guessing how much this costs. How can something broken look so beautiful?
Then you flipped it over, seeing a dedication engraved on it.
Furrowing your brows in confusion, you read it out loud, “Time will tell how much I love you. Christine.”
“What?” Stephen asked.
“The watch. It says time will tell how much I love you.” As you looked at him, there’s an expression on his face you couldn’t explain. “Stephen... Who’s Christine? I- I didn't know you were with somebody-”
Heart racing, his mouth fell as he tried to he regain his words, internally panicking as he saw the look on your face.
He’s so screwed.
“What? N-no, it’s probably from the previous person who stayed here. Mordo’s, probably...?” He said, but it came out more of a question.
He attempted to give you a reassuring hug, but you simply pushed him away.
“No one has ever slept in here except you, Stephen. And I know Mordo longer than you do, he doesn’t and never had a girlfriend named Christine.”
Your eyes widened as realization hit you.
“Y/N, please...”
“Please, what?” Tears threatened to spill at this point, and you’ve never looked so vulnerable in front of anyone. You were scared. “You’ve been... using me this whole time?”
“What? No! That’s ridiculous, Y/N. You know me better than that. You know I will never do that to you. Christine and I, we’re... Well...” He shook his head, as he chose the right words.
“Oh?” You pursed your lips. “You two are still together, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes, but no. Y/N, it’s not like that. It’s very complicated. And I promise you I- I can explain everything... please.”
You laughed as your heart wrenched, shaking your head. You gave him a glare, picking up your clothes from the ground and leaving his room.
It all happened so fast. How did this even happen? Earlier you were just giving each other pleasure. So happy, so peaceful. And now you’re here...
“Come on, Y/N. I’m sorry. Just... please, just let me explain.” He sighed.
“Explain? Fuck! You could’ve just told me the first day, Stephen!”
“Why are you being such an idiot, can't you just hear me out?!”
Oh, he fucked up. He fucked up real hard. And he knows it by the way his body naturally reacted to the stupidity that came out of his mouth.
“Excuse me?"
“Y/N...”
You stomped your way out of his room, going to whatever your feet would take you as long as it is away from Stephen. The banter and the sound of your footsteps were so loud, you’re sure every student in Kamar-taj heard it. But you couldn’t care less.
genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
A very special birthday present for my aquarius twin and partner in priest smut, @little-diable. I've been feeling filthy and fiendish, and ravenous as we celebrate our shared season (when earth's two horniest devils were born). ♒︎ ♒︎ ♒︎
warnings are for general dark fic. protect your heart and read at your own discretion. pwp and sexy religious stuff.
“They tell me there is a darkness in you. An evil wickedness that has taken root and rotted your soul.”
“Father,” you rasped, barely audible over his murmuring prayers.
Heavy metal chains rattled against the old wooden bedframe, the sound of your struggle echoing off the walls. Loki’s prayers did not cease.
The taste in your mouth was sour, the room smelling the sickly sweetness of decay. Maybe it was you, maybe it was the priest, or maybe it was some other entity writhing beneath the floorboards.
“You have committed sins of the flesh. You’ve opened your heart and your legs to sin, and now the devil has taken hold of your soul!” Father Loki shouted from the foot of the bed, towering over you.
“I haven’t, Father. Your flock deceives you, their tongues are poisoned with lies!” You pled, eyes wet with tears, blurring the horrific scene.
You were spread open on the mattress as if it were an alter, wrists and ankles chained to the bedposts. A crucifix hung overhead, clattering against the wall as you fought the restraints and the priest continued his false exorcism, calling upon an angel for defense.
All of the air escaped your lungs in a harsh exhale as Loki grabbed your jaw, forcing you into look into his icy blue eyes.
It was only this past Sunday that you had bloomed under his gentle gaze, safe in his rectory, in the house of god. Everything seemed so different now, the figure before you no longer the man who read passages from an old book, but a powerful priest who held you at his mercy, wagering your salvation against his own lust. Loki was no longer your humble priest, but something demonic, something hungry.
“Let me in,” Loki hissed, his fingers trailing over your cheek, his snake’s tongue darting out to taste the salty tears that stained your skin.
Before you could beg him not to, the white sheet was torn from your body, leaving you wearing only the gold cross that dangled from your throat.
“So fucking beautiful… it almost makes me believe you were made in a holy image,” Loki mocked, the devil inside him no longer hiding behind his robes and cloth.
You abandoned trying to declare your innocence, that you had remain untouched just as the book had dictated — despite rumors of your small rural sect. That’s what the priest had used to trap you, the false tale of a rumor being spread of your purity, convincing you that he was to pray over your unclean body.
As soon as you were naked beneath him, terrified and throbbing on his alter, you saw Loki for what he truly was. He wasn’t the flock’s loyal priest who looked out for you, but a devil that preyed upon your devotion.
You may have walked into this room pure and willing, but if you were lucky enough to leave, you’d be clawing your way out of a hell of depravity and lust.
Loki’s tongue trailed down your body, tasting your fear and sweat. A violent shudder came as the wet muscle flattened against your nipple, sucking hard. He watched you through thick dark eyelashes, feeling your body’s reaction. Your back arched, doing what little you could to offer yourself more of him, still obedient even as he tied you up and defiled you in the name of a false exorcism.
“That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to force myself inside your body and hear those sweet little screams fall from your lips,” Loki hissed, smirking at your whimper.
The cuffs on your ankles held your legs apart, spreading you open to him as he slithered down your body. Struggling was fruitless now, leaving you only the option to plead for mercy. You couldn’t even pray, not when you were bared to the devil for him to feast upon.
Loki knelt between your thighs, his large hands gripping the flesh of your ass. Those terrible icy blue eyes gazed up at you, feeding on the horror painting your features. His sharp teeth grazed over the softness of your inner thighs, smirking at the way your breath hitched in anticipation.
“Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin,” he murmured into the soft skin of your thigh before his tongue delved into your cunt.
Your head fell back, a scream torn from your throat as he tasted you, his tongue swirling around your clit. He lapped at your folds, drinking the arousal that had spilled from you despite your fear.
Loki’s moans vibrated against you as he began to fuck you with his fingers, curling forward to play you like an instrument. You were helpless against the pleasure, your body giving in to him, welcoming the devil inside of you.
No amount of scripture could have armored you against his infernal lust. From the first moment you’d stepped foot in his chapel, he knew you would be his. Loki would make you belong to him, own you and control you in ways your delicate mind couldn’t fathom.
You were powerless — left only crying out his name, crying out to your priest for salvation, even as he dragged you deeper and deeper into damnation.
The cries and screams only furthered Loki’s hunger and desires. He basked in your suffering, feeling you throb and cream on his fingers, your body unable to deny what pleasure the devil ripped from you.
“You love this. You’ve given yourself to me and you love the taste of sin. No man nor beast will ever satisfy you again, for you are mine,” Loki’s words sounded like a prayer, spoken into the bite marks he had left on your inner thighs.
Your salvation was brief as Loki sat up, no longer overstimulating you with his tongue, tasting your sin and pleasure. You panted on the bed, fighting to catch your breath, finally giving up on struggling against the restraints. He studied you, your chest heaving in ragged breaths and your hair stuck to the damp skin of your face. Small shudders wracked your body, aftershocks of pleasure sparking through you.
“You cannot hide from me. I know the filthy desires you harbor. I know the fire in your belly that burns for me, the need blooming that only I can satiate. I will exorcise you not of demons, but of your own lust. Soon you’ll no longer be praying to god, but to me,” Loki’s words spread your soul bare, exposing your darkest desires.
“Father, please,” you begged, pleading for him to absolve your suffering, to worship your body the way he had once worshipped saints.
The gold-stitched robes slid from his shoulders as he undressed. Loki stood at the end of the bed in all of his glory, gazing down on you, his faithful disciple.
Your faith in Loki had never wavered, even in this moment of wickedness. He was your leader, your priest, your salvation — he was yours, as much as you were his. Even bruised and aching beneath him, you were begging him to enter your body, to cleanse you of your sins and remove the evil from you and replace it with his own.
His skilled hands released the cuffs on your ankles, and he was pushing your knees to your shoulders before you could move.
“Easy,” he hushed your desperate sounds, stroking himself for a moment as he ignored your pathetic begs.
Your head dropped back as Loki finally pressed into you, sinking deep inside your cunt. A moan reverberated through his chest, his curls dropping in front of his eyes, shielding the pleasure taking root in his gorgeous features.
“Oh my god, fuck,” you hissed, your body forcing you to take every inch of him, stretching out nearly to the point of pain.
“He isn’t here, you’ll pray to me,” he grabbed your jaw, kissing you roughly, swallowing your whimper.
Every thrust pushed him deeper inside until you, seeming to feel him in every nerve ending of your body until you were exploding with pleasure. You would have given anything to dig your nails into his shoulders and claw at his back, jerking weakly against the handcuffs that still restrained you to the bed. Loki practically had your body folded in half, his hips smacking your ass with loud sounds that mixed with the moans muffled by messy tongue-kisses.
You chased his lips when he pulled away, the action rewarded by him spitting into your mouth. He smirked at your surprised gasp -- interrupting yourself with a moan as he rolled his hips forward, nudging against your g-spot.
"That's it, you look so pretty when you're helpless," he praised, a hand wrapping around your throat.
He sat up and began to pound into you, restricting your oxygen as he split you open on his cock. The pressure built between your legs until it was crashing over you all at once in a violent wave. Your vision hazed, and you barely heard your own scream as your body released in a violent orgasm.
Mere seconds follow before the priest was spilling his seed inside of you, so much of it until it was leaking out and staining the once white sheets. Loki swore, his thrusts slowing until he eased out of you, the first gentle action since you'd found yourself in your position.
You were dizzy with endorphins, pliant in his hands as he released the handcuffs. Your chest rose and fell beneath the gold crucifix, glinting in the dim candlelight. You slowly came down from the religious experience you had just been forced through, finding a newfound worship of your priest.
"oh you can't write a fic for a four year old dead movie fandom, no one will read it" bold of you to assume that the sheer lust I hold for charlize theron in a red wig is confined by such a puny constraint.
Pairings: Lord Petyr Baelish x Lady!Reader
Warnings: Tons of nudity, explicit smut, very descriptive sex scenes, in-detailed boning, heavy sub/dom, dirty talk, fingering, oral, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, begging kink, and a shit ton of fucking. Thank you.
Author’s Note: *unrolls scroll* Ahem… Here ye, here ye! The author would be gracious if you would please leave your panties by the threshold. It is… *squints* “about to get spicy up in this bitch”. That is all… (Okay, yeah… I just… How would I not write a smut for him? He’s literally asking for it. Anyway…)
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Time had passed since the first time you walked into the brothel. You had found yourself, against your better judgment, growing quite fond of the Lord Baelish and his company. You were always surveying him, never letting your guard slip as you kept him close. Although many wished to question you and your closeness with Petyr, they would not dare question your behavior or actions in fear of their heads separating from their bodies, either by you or your many companions.
Your newfound partnership had already begun to make people stir, growing wary of the power the two of you would hold together.
Y’all voted for priest!Loki, so here we go. This is super filthy, as a warning. Please like and reblog, if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Priest Laufeyson went with the reader’s father to war, returning with him years later. Many things have changed over the years, just like the reader has, finally all grown up and ready to sin with the handsome priest.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral (m), age gap, secret relationship, loss of virginity, religious connotations, power play
Pairing: priest!Loki x fem!reader (4k words)
“Stop fidgeting, (y/n).” Her mother’s sharp voice rang through the afternoon, forcing (y/n) to stand still. She had been shifting her weight from one foot to the other, eyes focused on the end of the street their house had been built on. Her heart was racing, fingers interlaced in front of her waist in order to stop them from moving around with her nervousness filing her veins.
“When do you think–” the rest of her sentence was left unspoken as (y/n)’s eyes found a black car turning into their street, driving towards their house. A cry left her mother as the car came to a halt in front of their house, exposing the man the two hadn’t seen in years.
(Y/n) stumbled down the stairs with tears rolling down her cheeks, her mother hot on her heels. Before either one of them could speak another word (y/n) had flung herself into her father’s open arms, pressing herself as close to him as humanly possible. Her mother followed her movements, pushing herself closer to him with cries leaving her.
“How I missed you two.” The all too familiar voice of her father left (y/n) chuckling with glee, finally stepping away as someone cleared their throat, forcing all eyes to snap towards him. A man with black hair stood a few steps away from them, smiling at the two women whose eyes flickered between the ones of (y/n)’s father and the ones of the stranger.
“Girls, do you remember Priest Laufeyson? I invited him to stay with us for a few weeks, at least as long as the wounded soldiers are still taking up the church rooms.” The handsome man stepped closer, allowing (y/n)’s eyes to wander up and down his frame. Fuck, had he always been this handsome? (Y/n) couldn’t remember much about the man who had joined her father at war, giving those in need a guiding hand, taking their pain and sorrows from them.
“Of course we do, what a joy to see you, Priest Laufeyson! A man of God is always welcomed to stay with us!” (Y/n)’s mother wrapped her arms around the priest, pulling him in for a loving embrace before she searched the closeness of her husband again. “Please, come inside, we’ve prepared some food!”
“Oh please, Loki is just fine, Anne! Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home.” His voice shot shudders down (y/n)’s spine, leaving her choking on the improper thoughts filling her mind as her gaze found the cross dangling from his neck. (Y/n) could almost imagine it hitting her chin as he fucked her, how she’d gasp whenever she’d get to trace the cool metal with her curious fingers.
“It’s good to see you again, (y/n), do you still remember me?” It took her a few seconds to reply, trying to wet her all too dry mouth.
“Uhm, yeah, I think so?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the words rolling off her tongue, forcing a smile to widen on her lips as she followed her parents inside. (Y/n) could feel his eyes on her, studying her every move as if he was all too aware of the thoughts racing through her mind. She tried to wreck her mind for any memories, days where their paths have crossed, but all (y/n) could now focus on was the burning fire simmering deep inside of her, about to take over like the waves of the roaring ocean had taken over God’s first try to create this very world.
“Please, sit, (y/n) will help me bring out what we need.” A sigh threatened to leave (y/n) as she followed her mother into the kitchen, not daring to look back in fear that the handsome priest was still looking at her, forcing her knees to give out. (Y/n) didn’t speak a word as she kept carrying different plates and bowls filled with food out into the dining room, catching a glimpse of the man’s neck as he undid his collar, placing it down on the table with his rosary following moments later.
“Mhm, look at you pet, I should paint you, naked with just my rosary on.” Heat flushed through her as she looked up at the man. She was kneeling in front of him, naked without any clothes on to hide the body he had claimed numerous times before. His marks littered her skin, marks from his teeth, his lips, and his fingers, marks (y/n) never wanted to get rid of. “I can’t wait to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, but first, you shall read to me.”
Trembling fingers grasped the bible he reached out for her to take, glassy eyes struggling to take in the words that had been printed into the thin paper. His hands began to move, slowly popping open the buttons of his black shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her wide eyes. No air was sucked into her lungs as (y/n) averted her gaze, desperately trying to concentrate on the psalms he wanted her to read.
“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Her father’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, trying to bite down the heat that now flushed through her. Without even trying to do so her eyes found Loki’s, the smirking man was already staring at her, as if he knew just what she had been thinking of. A small “Yes” left her before she sat down next to her mother, across from the grinning priest, whose eyes kept meeting hers like a moth drawn to any source of light.
“Why don’t you pray for us, Loki?”
……
“I didn’t take you for an early riser, (y/n).” His voice was softer than any fabric she had ever touched, eyes threatening to flutter shut to relish in the emotions he pushed through her system. She turned towards him, staring up at the priest who smirked at her, one hand holding onto a cup of coffee, the other grasping his bible. “May I?”
All (y/n) could do was nod her head, watching him sink down on the cold wood leading up to the entrance of their house. It was still early, barely any people were roaming the area, nothing but the all too familiar quietness (y/n) had learned to appreciate after being forced to prepare for bomb raids, not adjusting well to the sensory overload.
“Can I ask you something?” Her small voice broke the quietness, coaxing a hum out of the man who kept watching her, studying the woman as if he was a book written in a foreign language, needing to figure out its meaning.
“What did you do at war? Did you pray with soldiers?” He took a sip of his coffee before he placed it down, body fully turning towards (y/n). Their eyes met just like they had moments ago, forcing her to straighten her posture, not wanting him to ever avert his gaze again. She could almost feel his hands on her skin, how his thumb would stroke over her swollen lips before he’d push his digit down on her tongue, preparing her for his cock. Fuck, she needed to snap out of these daydreams of hers, quickly.
“I did, I prayed with those that were close to dying, with those in need of a guiding hand. Whoever needed a calm word, I was there for it all.” A proud smile tugged on Loki’s lips as he reminisced in the memories, making (y/n) hum in approval. She had always been intrigued by religion, by God, and by the holy book, even though she wasn’t nearly as religious as her mother. “If you want to, you could join me when I visit the church today.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” (Y/n) averted her gaze, eyes finding her hands, watching how she fumbled with the fabric of her dress. Before she could even catch up with his movements, the priest had softly grasped her chin, touching her as if she was the holy book itself, careful not to hurt her. He tilted her head up, forcing (y/n) to get lost in his piercing eyes.
“I’d be an honour to have you there with me, I’m sure you’d be a joy to have around for those that are still struggling as well. Please, join me, (y/n).” Her cheeks grew warmer by the second, eyes struggling to hold contact. No man had ever managed to hold such a power over her, forcing her to back down from any fight she’d gladly take on.
“It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot into a church, if I’m honest.” Her voice wavered, teeth buried in her lower lip. His chuckles had an addictive touch to them, forcing a few soft chuckles out of (y/n).
“Well, it’s been a while for me too, love. You have nothing to worry about.”
……
(Y/n)’s eyes didn’t know where to look first, at the wounded soldiers pacing around the quiet hallways, at the altar that pictured Christ and the heavy wooden cross he had once carried, or at the white collar that was wrapped around Loki’s throat. He guided her, hand placed on her lower back, murmuring soft words to her, explaining to her who was who and how some of these people have ended up here.
“How do you know all of this? I thought you hadn’t been here since the war had started?” Both were sitting on a wooden bench, eyes focused on the cross, watching the sunlight break through the colourful glass windows. It felt as if God himself was speaking to the two, with the dancing sunrays telling a story of love, of lust, of heartbreak.
“The nuns around here mailed me enough letters to keep me updated, they told me about those that were brought here, those that died, who I should pray for with them from afar.” Her eyes were drawn to his fingers, watching his digits fumble with the beads of his rosary, focusing on the silent prayers he should speak.
“I admire that, it must have been hard to be so far away. I missed my father every day, but I can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to miss your home, your church, and those that work with you in God’s name.” Loki’s hand found her knee, slowly stroking the fabric of her see through tights. Goosebumps rose on her skin, body trembling from the soft touch that felt as if the holy spirit itself was guiding the priest.
“It was hard, but I was surrounded by people who gave me enough strength, like your father. I owe him a lot for his kindness, and yet here I am, betraying him.” The last part of his sentence was whispered, quiet words that left (y/n) frozen, wondering what the priest was talking about. He drew his hand from her knee, finding its way back to his lap, to the rosary that dangled from his other hand.
Once again (y/n) found herself dreaming of laying close to the man, she could almost feel his soft fingertips stroking up her spine, drawing shapes into her skin as if he was writing words into the body he had claimed the night prior. God, she’d burn in the eternal fire for her sins, but (y/n) couldn’t care less about what may await her, couldn’t worry about the punishment for her sins, all she could care about was Loki, the priest she found herself longing for.
……
“You like this spot, don’t you?” His voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes fluttering up from her book to look at Loki. The sun was just about to go down, drenching the sky in a deep orange that left a shadow on his features, making him appear like a demon crawling from the ashes rather than a man walking with God’s grace guiding him.
“It’s so calm out here, I enjoy it more than the thin walls in our home that don’t seem to swallow whispers and conversations I’m no part of.” Slowly she closed her book, letting it rest on her lap as she kept tracing the worn out edges with her fingertips, waiting for him to move closer.
“Well, I don’t want to disturb your peace.” Priest Laufeyson turned from her, about to walk back inside, but the small “Stay, please” rolling off (y/n)’s tongue left him halting in his step, turning back towards her to sit down on the spot he had sat on this very morning.
“Can I ask you for your guidance?” All he did was nod his head, asking her to speak on without using any words for her ears to pick up. He watched her, watched how she furrowed her eyebrows, how she grazed her lower lip with her teeth, her nervousness thumped through her system, leaving (y/n) trembling.
“Is it wrong of me to want something I should have no interest in having?” (Y/n) avoided his eyes, not daring to get lost in the pupils that have seen more darkness than a woman like her could even dare to think of. His hand found hers, squeezing her palm in a comforting manner.
“It depends on what it is you desire. Tell me, what is it you so desperately want, (y/n)?” The longer he spoke, the quieter his voice grew, eyes turning darker with every word he spoke. Both knew that they were walking a dangerous line, crossing a border far deeper than the trenches the soldiers had been forced to hide in as they fought for their country, surrounded by soil so rotten and dark, no living being could escape death’s cold grasp.
“Priest Laufeyson, I-” no further word managed to roll off her tongue, nothing but a breath of air managed to leave her as their eyes met. Both moved slowly, chasing their touches even though both knew that there was no going back once their lips met. It was a slow kiss, it had something almost loving to it, allowing the two to adjust to the new sensation.
“You’re testing me, sweet thing. It feels as if God is trying to see how loyal I am to him. But how can I deny such a sweet temptation?” His words forced a soft laugh out of (y/n), pulling away from him to watch the setting sun with her racing mind. Without speaking another word, his hand found her chin, making her look at him so that he could chase her lips again. Both found themselves longing for one another, they have tasted the sweet temptation, have given into Lucifer’s call, there was no escaping from the hell they now called their home.
“(Y/n)? Is Loki with you? We are about to have dinner.” Her mother’s voice echoed through the evening, forcing them to part with wide eyes and heavy breaths ripping through them. Their lips were swollen, pupils dilated from the lust swimming in them, a sight so sinful even God would turn away from them. Loki cupped her hand, thumb swiping over her lower lip like he had done in most of her daydreams, forcing heat to pool between her thighs.
“I’ll come to your room tonight, leave your door unlocked, if you want to wait up for me.” And with one last glance thrown her way, Priest Laufeyson disappeared inside the house, leaving (y/n) behind with a confused, hazy mind.
……
“Shh, you have to be quiet pet.” His voice broke through the dark night as he pulled her into his embrace, pushing (y/n) against the now locked door of her room. Their lips found back together, eyes fluttering close to relish in one another’s touch, making them feel as if the world had stopped spinning.
“You’re the sweetest temptation He has ever sent my way, I’ll happily sin if it means getting a taste of you.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her moans from rolling off her tongue, spurred on by his praises. No clear thought managed to break through the hazy cloud of lust filling her mind, forcing (y/n) to rely on his guidance, like a lone sheep lost from the flock He guided.
With their lips still pressed together, Loki pulled her towards her bed, pushing (y/n) down on the mattress. His knees kept pressing against the edge of the bed, allowing him to stare down on her as his slender fingers began working on his black dress shirt, falling to the ground with his collar following. (Y/n)’s eyes ranked over his naked upper body, sight caught on the cross dangling from his neck, reminding her of the daydreams that have left her heart racing and her thighs quivering.
“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” She couldn’t stop shaking as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her underwear to the man’s curious eyes. Almost as bare as Christ on the day of his crucifixion did (y/n) kneel for him, knees pressing into the soft blanket of hers. His fingers danced along her arms, finding the straps of her white bra to pull them down her shoulders, undoing the piece of fabric to let it fall to the ground. “Such a pretty sight, may He forgive me for tainting a pure body and soul like yours.”
“Can I touch you? Please, I want to feel you.” Her quiet whispers filled her room like a prayer spoken in an empty church, echoing through the hallways. Loki kept studying her, hand resting comfortably against her cheek and jaw before he nodded his head, stepping out of his trousers. His raven dark hair perfectly framed his features, reminding her of a demon that had crawled straight from hell, one with the darkness of its home, one with the sins it commits on a daily basis.
His hand found hers, guiding her towards his growing bulge, cock pressing against the thin fabric of his underwear. (Y/n) had her eyes focused on his hands, watching him free his cock, allowing her to marvel at him as he shot her an encouraging smile. Not once had she touched a man before, and yet (y/n) found herself grateful for the books she had read, stories no woman should ever read, and yet her curiosity had spurred her on. She trusted her instincts, softly wrapping her hands around his cock.
“Use your mouth, pet.” She hesitated for a second before her eyes fluttered up to meet his. Slowly (y/n) parted her lips, tongue stroking over his precum-bearded tip, moaning at the taste. The priest’s hand found her hair, guiding the slow bobbing motion of her head, groaning whenever she choked on his cock, too eager for her own good. Saliva dripped from her mouth, making a mess neither (y/n) nor Loki could care about.
Both knew that they were sinning, breaking a promise they have once sworn to live by, and yet sinning has never felt this good. Their bodies moulded together, perfectly complementing one another like lovers made to love, to support, to guide. An unbreakable bond started to form between these two beings who shouldn’t do the things lovers did in the dark.
“Fuck, feels like you’re holy, you’re too good for me, but I can’t get enough of you.” Loki’s words made her want to smile, struggling to move the corners of her mouth, stretched by his heavy girth. Whenever he twitched in her mouth, an unfamiliar spark was shot down her spine, making more arousal pool between thighs. Their eyes met as he jerked his hips, forcing her to claw her fingernails into his thighs, holding on as he abused her mouth.
Jesus had died for their sins, but not for sins this devilish, for acts so dark, for acts so wrong, for acts that made them both want to leave their belief behind, following the call of darkness.
“I want to fuck your mouth full of my cum, but for now I need to feel your cunt around me.” With a harsh tug (y/n) was turned around on her bed, face pressed against the covers that haven’t ever been blemished with what the priest was now doing to her. She trembled, needing to hold onto the soft fabric as her nervousness got the best of her.
This was new to her, completely new, but (y/n) trusted the man, laying her fate in his holy hands. She felt his fingertips graze the back of her thighs, pulling her soaked panties down her legs, letting the cold air lingering in her dark room clash against her dripping cunt.
“Deep breaths for me, love, I got you, let me take care of you.” A moan bubbled out of (y/n), eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip of his cock brush through her folds, slowly spreading them. With one last shaky breath inhaled into her lungs, (y/n) forced herself to relax, allowing him to push into her cunt.!
For a few seconds neither of them dared to move, while (y/n) tried to swallow down the unfamiliar stretch, Loki had to force himself to calm down, not daring to hurt her with rough thrusts that would leave her crying and begging for him to stop. His fingers danced up and down her sides, stroking soft patterns into her skin till he felt her relax once again.
The priest started with slow thrusts, giving the both of them the chance to adjust, to get to know one another’s body. The cross dangling from his neck clashed against his front with every thrust, leaving God shaking up above, covering his eyes as one of his most trusted men went against his every law. But she was worth breaking them all, was worth the heaviest sin.
“Tell me, love, how does it feel? Talk to me.” She tilted her head to the side, warm cheek pressed against the covers to give herself enough space to speak up. Her voice trembled, just like her body, and yet her words dripped with lust, telling the priest everything he needed to know.
“So good, never stop touching me, please Loki.”
A sharp breath was inhaled into his lungs as he clicked his tongue, tightening his grip on her hips.
“That’s not how you shall address me, you know better, pet, don’t you?” His voice had an unfamiliar touch to it, leaving her heart racing and her cunt clenching around his cock. It took her a few moments to speak up, eyes squeezed shut to try and find the right words he asked her to speak.
“I’m sorry, father.” Her teeth were forced into her swollen lower lip, leaving marks he’d soon kiss with his tongue, swiping along the soft skin. A satisfied hum left him, grinning down on the woman he kept fucking with thrusts that kept growing rougher with every passing second. No longer was he holding back, no longer was he trying to be gentle with her, chasing his release.
Loki could tell that she was close, about to let go for the first time with a man around, for the first time with a cock buried inside her tightness. (Y/n) had to force herself to remain quiet, not daring to wake her parents, not daring to let them in on the secret that would lay heavy on their hearts.
„You can let go, give in, love.” With another moan leaving her, (y/n) gave in, eyes rolling back into her head, hands tightening their grip on the covers. He fucked her through her high, leaving marks on her as he kept holding on, pulling out of her to release himself on her behind and thighs.
“Here, let me clean you up.” Loki let go of her, moving slowly to reach for some tissues, gently cleaning her up. No words were spoken, guided by their tiredness. She turned towards the grinning priest, chuckling as his lips met hers in a soft kiss. With his hand cupping her cheek, he looked down on her for a few more seconds before he let go of her, “This has to be our sinful secret, I’ll expect you in the confessional tomorrow morning, love.”
WHY IS EVERYTHING SMUT??? I JS WANT MY FICTIONAL MAN TO CUDDLE ME, KISS ME, AND PRAISE ME?! WHY AND HOW TF IS HE MORE HORNY THAN AN OVULATING WOMAN? istg i will cut his dick.
