"why are you going sloow?" he huffs out, hands being placed on your hips as you attempt to swat them away, the thick tip of his cock the only thing that you managed to fit.
"i'm going slow because you're so fucking big, vane— biggest dick i've ever fuckin' seen."
you see his eyes widen with excitement and a grin spread on his lips, "thank you!" he laughs out, squeezing your hips.
"although," his smile fades for a moment, seemingly thinking, "i don't think this is gonna make me cum. so can i take over? please, please, pleaseeee." you sigh loudly, looking up at the ceiling, silently praying you survive this night.
"yes. but be gent— fwuh!" spit is pushed out your mouth and one of your eyes twitch shut as he shoves his cock inside you— he plants his feet on the bed, adjusting the position so he can comfortably fuck up into you.
"there we go! so tiighhht—" he laughs out, skin flushing a bright pink, his pecs are pressed against each other as he holds you in place.
you can't even speak anymore, just loud babbles, drool dribbling down your swollen lips and down your chin, cutely plopping against vane's abdomen.
he uses one of his hands to grab your wrists, placing them in front of you— "feels so good." he moans out, thrusts a little sloppy, "can i cum inside? i wanna fill you up— so bad, so bad, wanna fucking cum inside."
it's like he's tearing open your insides, his large hands pushing your legs back— settling you in a mating press position.
your eyes flutter shut, already feeling so full— you think he's bottomed out but he's only half way.
"siegfried.." you sigh, tears brimming on your waterline as he still pushes his cock deeper— settling your tiny cunt snuggly around his cock. he wraps his arms around your entire body, hands placed beneath your back.
"fuuck." he gulps, hair messily falling and tickling your face as he kisses you, some of his hair getting mixed in. he pulls away, looking at your face, "i know. i know i'm big." he huffs, "just please, please, you say you want it all— then," he sighs, pulling his hips backward a loud squelch following.
"take it all." and with that he slams his dick into your, making your ears ring and your eyes cross— you may have came already, his stupidly big dick pressing all of your weak spots with ease.
he places a soft kiss to your cheek before fucking you as if he were a beast, growling into your cheek, "you're gonna make me fucking insane, you know that?"
this is so embarrassing for lancelot, the stupid light blue bow attached to his neck, puffy skirt being held up by his manicured nails— light blue, matching his maid dress.
his face is a bright red, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks— "do i have to wear this during sex?" he mumbles out, watching as you carefully glide your hand up his stocking clad thighs, his cock twitching beneath the dark see through fabric.
your nails dig into the fabric right above the tip of his cock, ripping a hole large enough to let his cock and balls out.
"come onn, i didn't make you put it on just to take it off! plus, your dick is soooo hard." you giggle, climbing ontop of your handsome maid.
he pulls his skirt up higher, to the point where he's covering his face, hands cutely shaking as he bucks his hips upwards— clearly impatient.
you wrap your hand around his swollen cock, sliding the tip against your creamy pussy causing him to gasp—
"you're the perfect maid." you sigh, slipping his cock inside and sinking down to the base immediately— he whimpers.
Priest!Belial x Follower!Reader . // Love me Dead.//
a/n : i literally love this fic so much, it really makes me feel what obsessive love should feel like. this is dark content because belial is vv manipulative. also belial is still a fallen angel in this. lolz
war ,,nings》 smut, reader is a female, sacrilegious themes, mentions of the right hand being god's and it being used it lewd acts, morbid love, obsessed love, yandere ish behavior ig, mentions of hearts and ribs and blood only in metaphoric use, belial is a love struck demon, reader calls belial father in a religious way a lot.
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Your whole body feels sticky, there’s mud stuck to your calf as you desperately run towards the area you feel most safe. You have sinned, the visions continuously replaying in your poor innocent cranium. You arrive at the heavy doors of the Church, hands shakily and desperately trying to push them open as heavy droplets of rain crash down onto your head.
As you push open the creaking doors seeing the one whom you had been yearning for in your dreams, the mere memories having you clench your sticky thighs together, but you push all of that away. Your legs move before you can even think, cold damp hands being pressed upon the one you call ‘Father’, tears beginning to stream down your face as you desperately cling onto the white cloth of his jacket, gold accessories tickling the back of your hand. His warm hands engulf your swollen cheeks with a soft hum, “Ahh? What’s troubling you so, my poor little lamb?”. It takes you a moment or two to settle down your heavy breathing, “F-Father.. That dream.. I had it again.” just the mere thought sends a shiver down your spine.. “Oh? Is it the exact same one or a bit different?” he tilts his head, eyes filled with worry as they meet your’s. “It was different!” you exclaim, gasping for air as you try to stop sobbing, he softly ‘tuts’ as he wipes the warm tears from your face with his right hand, the left lowering to your back- dangerously close to your round bum. “Tell me.” he whispers, the corners of his lips curling into what you assumed was a reassuring smile.
You take approximately five minutes before you can even begin, you shut your pretty eyes, giving them a break as you recall the dream you had..
“You, you entered my room. Wearing what you’re wearing right now, smiling- except! It-It wasn’t a nice smile, almost as if you had terrible intentions with me-” if your poor eyes were open you’d see he was doing the exact smile you had seen in your recent nightmare.. “Then, then you approached my bed, and embraced me-. You smelled like a rose.” you take a moment to swallow, “I did?” he asks, hands rubbing at your back in an attempt to relax you. “Yes.” you sigh, “then you kissed me, you kissed me the way only an improper man would, taking my tongue in your mouth as if you were a beast.” you miss the way he groans, his hands gripping you tighter. “Then what did I do?” he whispered once again, voice oozing with honey as his breath tickled your ear. “You put your hand in, in my. In my panties. We began to make love as if we have been doing it forever! You knew every spot-” your eyes fling open as you begin to get worked up again, tears welling up in your eyes, “touched me everywhere I needed, everywhere I wanted-""Did I pry you open?” he cuts you off, his right hand trailing over your supple breasts. “Y-Yes.” you stiffen up as you feel that familiar heat rising in your core, the ‘butterflies’ dancing in your stomach, just like they had when you woke up from that dream.
He steps away with a small huff, grabbing a thin blanket from the side and wrapping it effortlessly around your shivering shoulders, before raising his hand to caress your chin. “We’ll have to dig the urges out of you.” he sighs, “Wha- What does that mean, Father?”. He smiles down at you, head tilting to the right as he pats your head, “It merely means that I’ll have to clean you out. Free you from the shackles of your rotten sins. God has entrusted me with this, dear. So don’t you worry that pretty brain of yours, we’ll remove your horrific stains- One. By. One.”
After a bit of preparation he orders you to lay back first on the altar, your clothing from earlier folded neatly in one of the Church seats as he approaches you, smiling eerily the same way he did in your dream. “Hands together, you have to pray.” he lets out a noise as if he was holding in a laugh, you clasp your hands together, shutting your eyes as your ‘Father’ spreads open your legs-. His dark eyes lock onto your pulsing vagina, grinning as he looks at his left hand then the right- ‘god’s hand is the right one.’ he recalls before raising his right hand, using his thumb to rub small circles on your cute little bud. You let out a small whine, eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of your beloved Priest doing his best to free you from your damned sins. You watch as he inserts one finger into your heat, swirling it dangerously around inside as you award him with soft moans and sighs. He groans as he leans his face forward, eyes darkening as he wraps his mouth around your twitching clit- sucking at it whilst using one finger to pump your insides.
“Fath— Father ! It's fil, filthy down there—” you gasp as he inserts another finger, damn near scooping your juices out of you— “using your mouth— nnh, is improper!!” . You hear him laugh into your pussy, his dark bangs tickling your thighs as he begins to purr.
“Oh, is it now?” his voice is different from before, as if something had been holding him back— he laps at your juicy clit as he curls his fingers against that spongy spot you never knew was there. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nails leaving crescent marks on your skin as you try your hardest to arrange your thoughts in order to pray. He mumbles something into your pussy that you can't quite hear due to the loud squelching of your pussy— he eases his fingers so you can just briefly hear his vulgar tongue spit words you've never dreamt of escaping a Priest's mouth.
“Gonna fuck this sinning pussy until she's crying for me.” he chuckles out, dark red eyes landing on yours as he grinned like a cheshire cat— “Wh, what?” you question, feeling your own pussy betraying you by squeezing against his thick fingers. He doesn't utter a simple word, not even a breath as he continues to smile, removing his fingers from you as he rises.
There's an aura around him that you can't quite place, almost as if you're encountering sin or lust itself, it sends a chill down your spine— “I want you to wrap your arms around me,” he sounds breathless as he unbuckles his jacket tossing it to the floor then going to remove his pants, “and embrace me as if I'm your very own husband, understand?” you nod quickly and unclasp your hands, arms outstretched waiting for him.
His face is flushed, the tip of his tongue lifted up to lick at his upper lip as he pumps his cock with his right hand, eyes glued to the sight of your fluttering pussy, he watches the clear bubbles seep out and slide deliciously down. He takes two steps forward, his left hand spreading your wetness around your pussy lips before spreading them. Your heart is almost beating out of your chest, you feel as if you were a mere sheep compared to the deafening gaze of a hungry wolf. Your eyes lower to see the part of a man you were never supposed to see until marriage, cock.
You gulp, “Will it fit?” he lets out a quick shaky laugh, “Of course. I'll fucking make it fit.” he groans, the last part of his words under his breath as he inserts the mushroom tip of his swollen cock— mixing his pre-cum with your sopping wet cunt. He's nearly growling as he pushes his cock in, leaning forward to grab onto the altar beneath you, white-knuckling it. “It-it hurts, Father..” you sniffle, feeling your hole spread in a way you've never felt before, and yet the line between pain and pleasure is becoming slightly blurry— “It's going to hurt. Don't worry, I'll make it all better.” he mumbles as you wrap your arms around him as you were instructed.
In a few moments, he bottoms out inside of your cunt, your grip on his shoulders surely leaving finger marks— his heavy balls caressing the curve of your ass. He pulls his hips backwards as he watches your expression, watching it turn from shock to something of sin. He wants you to eat him, crawl into his ribcage and tear out what belongs to you— for you are the bane of his existence and reason for the heat in his loins. You drive him mad as blood would to a vampire— he's unsure of what to call it, but he knows it's something animalistic, something too savage to speak out loud. Yet, here he finds himself driving his cock so deep and tastefully into your pussy that it causes you, the closest thing to an angel he knows, to cry out and be so exoticly lewd. If he could, he would paint this moment on all the walls, just so he can remember the first time you had succumbed to adultery, to sin— the moment he had entered you and tasted you seemingly the same way a wolf would taste a wounded deer. He sighs as he curls his right hand around your throat, your hazy eyes fluttering open and shut as he places kisses on your chest.
You lean your head back, feeling your pussy fluttering as you try your hardest to suck in your moans, arms slipping off of his back as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, continuously driving his cock into you as slow as he can manage. He pushes his arm beneath the curve of your back, arching your back earning himself a long whine from you. He lets out a guttural groan, speeding his hips up as he latches his mouth on your right nipple, suckling it and swirling his tongue around the hardening bud. ‘
‘Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum’ it’s like a fucking mantra in his head, he pops your nipple out of his mouth, only to see you look at him the sweetest smile on your lips as you sweat, skin sticking to his as he grins. “It feels weird Father.-” you suddenly say, eyes looking down to the area where you two meet, barely getting the words out as he lowers his right hand to your pussy, rubbing circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Let it go. Just re, fuck, relax.” he breathes as he leans back down to lick at your neck, “Say my name.” he groans against your neck before biting it. You let out a loud moan, back arching as you shake, legs tightening around his back…
“Be- Belial-” you begin, “Yes. Just like that, say it. Cry my name. Louder.” he interrupts, “Belial! More, more, please.” you whine, arms tightening around him once again. He presses his forehead to yours, sighing against your lips as he wraps both arms around you, pulling you impossibly close, “I’d do anything for you.” he breathes, and you feel his bumping heart beat, suddenly reminding you of your dream. Remembering the way he touched you, similar to now, and yet now felt more raw, more animalistic, and even though you knew you were sinning, damning yourself to hell- you just wanted more. “Embrace me.” you breathe out, earning a purr out of him as he places his mouth on yours, tongue dancing in the devil’s tango as you feel your cunt fluttering once again. He pulls away to look at your face, “I’ll be your husband. Your devoted lover, your everything. I will be your damned, your god, your angel, and your devil. We will become-” he grunts, “become, one.” he laughs as he kisses your face again, red eyes glimmering as the world seemed to still for a moment. Your hands entangling in his hair as you arch your back, molding into his hands, soft cries of ‘Belial’ exiting your gorgeous lips, the soft pattering of rain on the stained glass windows a mere background noise to your vulgar show.
He lets out a shaky breath as he stills his hips, pushing himself as deep as his very own cock could let him, lips just merely a hair away from embracing yours again. The world begins to move again, the rain heard again as he lowers his head, leaning against your chest. You feel heavy, sleepy you believe, hands slipping off of his back and laying limp by your side. He places a soft kiss to your chest, if he wanted he could say he loves you, he would say just how far he would go for you, knowing his obsession was unhealthy he feared he had already said to much, and yet, when he looks at your face; gaze locked upon your lopsided smile and lidded eyes, your soft hands cupping his cheeks, he wonders for a moment. Would you still embrace him like this if you knew just how much of a damned individual he is? He’s a fallen angel who’s fallen for an angel, he thinks. He watches how your eyes tear up, “Am I free of sin? Am I pure again?” you sound as breathless as when you entered this damned Church, and he looks at your chest, noticing the dark marks on your skin he left earlier. He contemplates what to say, “To be free of sin you’ll have to rely on me the way a wife relies on a husband.” he’s cursed, “I do?” you ask, still on the verge of sleep. If he had earned himself a demon tail, it’d be curling around you and pulling you close, never letting go, yet he finds his own hands doing that, left hand curling around the back of your cranium. “Will you allow me to be your husband?”
. . . . Four beats and then you answer, “Yes, Fat-” “Say my name. I’m your husband now, yes?” he finds himself smiling, and for once without a hint of debauchery, “Yes, Belial.”.
Is this what destined lovers feel like? Is this what it’s like to be a bear to fall in love with a deer? Maybe even a cunning fox falling in love with a lost and dazed bunny, yet he wants you to have a whole garden of flowers and maybe his name etched on your heart, he decrees himself a knight to your holy princess. The thought of having your innocence mixed with his treacherous mere being, it gets him dizzy and yet here he is, bathing you, taking you to his bed and lying down with you in the most mind bending ways, and it replays in his mind, the words he’s never wanted to say.
I love you. For I am yours, and you are mine. For we are each other and my right hand may be god’s but I’ll be damned if you can’t have my soul and body. I have sinned and I know I’ll sin again. Take my eyes, my lips, my ears, my ribs, my legs, my skull. All of it shall belong to you my dearest angel. Take my damned skin and engulf me in your purifying gaze and I’ll melt beneath you, mixing with you once more. I’m a parasitic psycho who has won your beautiful heart. Yet, you wish to be stuffed into my mouth and grind your bones against mine until we are dust. I love you. I wish to eat you. I love you.
"you good?" he breathes heavily as he looks down at you, hands on either side of your head. he pouts when you don't respond, before realizing you're honestly way too fucked out— he lowers his right arm to his elbow, using his left hand to wipe the drool from your swollen lips.
vane lets out a quick laugh, one of his earlier loads of cum seeping from your still-filled hole as he snaps his hips forward once, eliciting a whimper from you. "aayy, you're still alive 'n kickin' ahh? come onnn, look at me, babyyy.." he wraps his arms around your body, pressing his cheek against yours— his imaginary tail wagging.
"vane, it's t'much... too full..."
i mean, your tummy might be bulging a little buuutt..
"c'monnn, you can take all of me right? my dick is so hard.. and i know you wanna help me right??? riiiigghhhht???"
percival playfully laughs, sliding his hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose.
"look at you," he hums, patting your cheek as you choke around his cock— your snot sticks to his pubic hair as you do so, "such a slut, all for me, ah?" he chuckles.
you whine, rutting your exposed pussy onto his shoe. he looks so hot like this, black turtle neck pulled up and exposing his tensing abs, matching black slacks unbuckled just so you can suck on his dick— he looks so professional and you look like such a mess.
your hair is disheveled, red angry tear streaks running down your cheeks, your nose puffed up and red because he refuses to let you take a break 'n catch your breath.
he yanks your hair back, a loud 'pop!' as you release his cock from your mouth. he drives his other hand beneath your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks and forcing your mouth open. you're breathing heavy, but you can't help but smile— and he smiles right back.
"open wide." you open your mouth wider, "wider. my dick isn't that small, come on baby, don't insult me." you open your mouth as wide as it can be, panting like his little dog.
maybe he should buy a leash.
"perfect. that's about how big it is." he snickers, thrusting his cock deep into your mouth, the sounds of you choking and your broken gasps only driving him to fuck your throat harder.
"gonna breed this fucking throat." he laughs out, now placing one hand on the back of your skull, leaning forward so he can just use you to get off, "she's gonna be the shape of my dick when i'm done, isn't that, right? fuck, fuck, princess— you were fucking made for me."
