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.
Summary: You turn to anonymous confession at your local church to help solve your problems, though the priests solution seems far from holy.
Warnings: SMUT 18+, both Loki & reader are kind of switches???., handjob, blasphemy, language obvs, oral (f), dirty talk?, cum play?, overstimulation, crying?, some mentions of loneliness, squirting?
Word count: 2.6k
A little note: Fleabag ruined me! anyways, here's some sins in the confessional <3 As always sorry for any typos, and let me know if I miss any warnings!
The whole religious lifestyle had never really been your thing, even your presence beneath the looming arches and holy paintings felt sacrilegious. You're not entirely sure what you're doing there, what drove you to believe a confessional booth would solve the many problems in your life, but here you are.
The building is magnificent, dark wooden beams running up the walls and crossing along the grand white ceilings. A pipe organ adorns a large section of the left hand wall, surrounded by four aisles of wooden pews. The alter is surrounded by a large stain glass window, a large cross at the centre, behind the pure stone communion table. Though you had little knowledge or desire for the religion itself, you can't deny the sheer beauty of the place.
"Can I help you?" The voice echos about the vast space, startling you from your spot to turn and look at the culprit. He's a tall man, loose dark curls, mossy green eyes, clerical collar; he was singlehandedly both the most holy and sinful thing you'd witness in your lifetime. He was also by the looks of things, a priest.
"I uh, wanted to- confession. I've come to confession." The words are quite the opposite of elegant and you blame it on the way he squares his already broad shoulders, the lean muscles on his chest pushing against the cotton black shirt.
"Of course. Come." Yes father. "I'm Father Laufeyson, but if it makes me easier you can call me Loki." He offers out a hand for you to shake, which you gladly accept offering a small smile in the process. His skin is soft, warm and inviting, so much so you're not sure how you managed to drop his hand. His eyes linger for a moment, something not quite sacred or holy within them but you brush it off, and allow him to guide you to a secluded corner of the church where two little cubby holes are separated by two ancient wooden doors.
He pulls one open and gestures for you to step inside, shutting it behind you with a dull thud. A gentleman, you think to yourself. But those eyes. There's something in them. Father Laufeyson's door thuds shut some seconds later and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.
"I've never really done this before," you speak lightly, "I'm not sure where to even start."
"I'll guide you, don't worry. Repeat after me, 'Bless me Father, for I have sinned, this is my first confession'," He waits for you to repeat after him and continues, "Tell me your sins."
Maybe it's it's voice, the mighty boom of respect with slightly sensual undertones that has your thighs rubbing together, sexual thoughts about a priest, whilst in a church, a sin in itself. You force your brain to settle, the thoughts to subside and will a strength to your voice before you divulge.
"I'm not sure why I'm here, maybe cause it's cheaper than therapy, I don't know," you pause, silently kicking yourself until you hear his breathy laugh, lacking no sort of grace, a hymn in its own right.
"Go on, I won't judge anything you say." You can hear the smile in his voice as he goes on to say, "Scouts honour,"
It's your turn to laugh now as you relax more into the decrepit wooden bench that creaks if you so much as breath a little too loud. The silence is both comforting and deafening, knowing that the second you start talking all you'll want to hear is that silence.
"I'm jealous, of my friends, of everyone. They're all falling in love and I'm alone. And I guess I'm jealous of them." You pause for a moment, mulling over your thoughts and how to best speak them to a fucking priest of all people.
"Go on." Those two little words of encouragement, especially from his mouth, is like turning on a tap and you're unable to control yourself as your words spill out.
"They're all off going out, having fun, meeting new people, finding guys that are actually interested in them and having mind blowing sex which I know is... a lot of sinning but maybe... maybe I want to sin too."
"Then sin."
"Excuse me?" His words take you aback, the sheer bluntness of his tone.
"The only way to recognise good is to know bad, so sin. Sin til your hearts content, as long as you confess, God will always forgive your sins." Father Laufeyson speaks some wisdom to you, even if you roll your eyes at the religious part, but what do you expect, he's a priest after all.
"Isn't that kind of against your job description? Telling me to sin? And regardless. I wouldn't know where to even start."
"Maybe so, but you need my help and I'm offering it to you," His breath is deep and contemplative, gripping a tight leash on his control, "Come here."
Once again you're startled, not by his words but by the tone. By the sensual command that has you on your feet and wandering to his side of the confessional booth, the two of you in the tiny space leaning no room for personal space.
"Is this allowed?"
"I wouldn't say so no. Only if you want it." Lust. That look in his eyes, the one from earlier, it was a moment unbridled, pure lust. He was offering himself to you like some sort of sin shrouded communion.
You do. You want it so bad you'll be confessing til the day you die, but you also have no self control so you let him guide you to his lap and take a seat across his firm thighs.
"I need to hear you say you want it, kitten." He almost purrs against your ear, and it's impossible to uphold your morals and say no.
"I want it, Father. Please."
His kiss is searing hot, a secure hand on the small of your back making sure you have nowhere to move as he grinds up against you, the small amount of friction leaving you whimpering like the desperate, touch starved slut you are.
Loki's hands leave you only to undo the top few buttons on his shirt and remove his clerical collar. Father Laufeyson's shirt is unbuttoned, collar discarded, the tiny glimpse of his chest eggs you on further, your hips moving rhythmically over the rough material of his trousers bringing yourself more pleasure than you'd like to admit.
The button on his trousers pops open easily and they're loose enough for you to palm his dick out of his boxer briefs. Loki sucks in a cheerful of air when your fingers circle him, squeezing his base a little and thumbing at his slit, oozing with pre cum. He was putty in your hands from the moment you touched him, but to undo him completely, my god would it be beautiful.
"Fuck kitten, you feel so good," He groans right into your ear, his words going straight to your core.
Loki is writhing beneath you, panting breathy moans into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your hand, using you to get himself off.
"Good boy, Father. Fuck my fist, c'mon," Loki's mouth opens wide, the sound getting stuck in his throat, "You like it when I tell you how good you're being for me?" A nod and hum are all he can muster, but you don't mind. Breaking him down to this, having him under your control with only your fist is an achievement.
His cock is red and weeping, begging for release, his mouth finding any piece of exposed skin to mark you as his, your shoulder, neck, and chest covered in deep red bruises. He's muttering constantly, begging, rattling off please into your skin.
You find his lips once more, unable to keep quiet as you bring yourself closer to release, his hand on your hip rocking you at a steady pace.
"Kitten, please. Darling, c'mon."
The priests own guttural whimpers are enough to finish you there and then. You'd give anything to have that spent look in his eyes be the only thing you see for the rest of your life, the way his face crumbles with the pleasure, the way he pants and writhes.
His pleasure is the most important thing in that moment, you want him broken beneath you spilling on your hand, completely succumbed to your touch and my god is he close.
"Fucking shit, I'm so close darling, so close. Don't stop." He begs. The six foot something, broad shouldered man succumbed to nothing by just the grip of your hand. Your grin is feral when he moans loudly into your ear, especially when he blushes for making it so disgustingly obvious what the two of you are up to, even if the church is empty.
Father Laufeyson's hips lift from the creaking bench, fucking up into your hand, using you to chase his orgasm until his chest is heaving and he's shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto your hand, forcing you to swallow his moans as he kisses you, his tongue pushing into your mouth claiming you just as much as you claim him.
You pull away when your lungs start to burn from the lack of air, his hips jerking into the few extra pumps you deliver to him, until he's wining for you to stop. You lock eyes with him, the mossy bright green even darker than they were some moments ago, a sensual haze washing over him as you bring your hand to your mouth, licking up his seed from your skin until there's nothing left.
Both your ragged breathes are the only sound in the church, the only sound that you care about. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip and you're on him in a flash, sucking his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it until he pulls it free and mutters fuck it under his breath.
Loki is on his knees in a heartbeat, his hands frantic as he undoes your jeans, pulling them off, sparing your soaked panties instead pushing them to the side. He's reckless from the first taste, eating your cunt like its his first meal in months. He's an expert, the way he nuzzles his face into you, fucking you with his tongue whilst his broad nose stimulates your clit.
Your hand is locked around your mouth, muffling the borderline screams that are near impossible to keep at bay. You're practically biting down on your skin, the lingering taste of his cum making you impossibly wetter.
He comes up for air, sucking bruises onto your thighs, his hands spreading you wider, lifting one of your legs over his bread shoulder. Loki pulls your destroyed panties down, stuffing them into your mouth to quiet your moans, leaning your hands free to roam his hair and shoulders.
"All spread open for me kitten, my god you're fucking gorgeous." He blows a strip of cold air against your wet folds, "I'm gonna ruin this cunt. Shit you're fuckin' delectable, what did I do to deserve this?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, nuzzling his head between your legs. Father Laufeyson's fingers dig into your thighs, his tongue circling your clit lightly followed by his lips closing around it, sucking with a perfect pressure that has your hips grinding onto his face.
He wastes no time, slipping two of his slim fingers into your soaked hole and you swallow him up with ease. Loki hits spots you didn't know existed with his curled digits, massaging your soft walls over and over til your legs are like jelly.
"Father, fuck, m'so close." Your voice is muffled against the wet fabric in your mouth and he reaches up to pull it free, allowing you to talk.
"Beg for it,"
Lord have fucking mercy.
"Father Laufeyson, please I need it so bad. Need to cum around your fingers, on your face. Wanna watch you eat my cunt till I cum. Father please."
He'd soon find out if hell was warm putting on such a display, here of all places and it seemed you'd be joining him, your filthy words only intensifying his actions. Your panties are back in your mouth and with good reason. He sucks on your clit as though his life depends on it, the sheer amount of pressure making for an intense orgasm.
Your writhing on that same bench he was just moments before, creaming around his fingers that he continues to fuck into you at a such bruising pace, you're unsure if your legs will even carry you out of the booth.
"Want a special one, Kitten. Can you do that for me? Can you squirt on my face?"
You'd never done it before, not by your own accord or anyone else's yet you're still nodding at his request, each sound dampened by the lace and cotton between your teeth. You'd go to hell and back if he asked you at this point.
He reapplies that same pressure with his mouth, swirling his tongue under the head of your clit, the feeling in your lower abdomen familiar yet strange. It soon turns into an overwhelming urge to pee until he pushes you even beyond that, his fingers and tongue unforgiving, seeking what he wants no matter the repercussions.
The sensation is so intensely good and overwhelming you can't help but cry, both in frustration and pleasure. You're almost sobbing as he fucks up into your spent pussy. When Father Laufeyson looks up to see the tears on your cheeks, your eyes almost as wet as your pussy he works with no mercy, desperate to catch your release.
Two more pumps from his slender digits and flick of his sinfully skilled tongue have you gushing, your legs tensing and relaxing in spasms of pleasure. He's unrelenting as he licks up every last drop, not stopping until you're shoving him away from you, the feeling too overwhelming. His cheeks and chin glisten with your juices and he's grinning like a madman, his eyes transfixed between your weeping eyes and spent cunt. He's sure he's going to hell after that display but if this is what hell is like, he doesn't mind. Not one bit.
Loki kisses both of your cheeks, and then your lips and you taste yourself and the saltiness of your never ending stream of tears. Oh how the tables had turned, the cocky bastard that was grinning against your lips was sat exactly where you are begging for his own release, and now look at him. The cat that got the cream. He hoists you up, just enough that he can put you on his lap, straddling his half hard, clothed cock.
"You're perfect. Never tasted a pussy like yours, gonna have to keep you all myself from now on." He grinds up into you once, laughing quietly at just how sensitive you are.
"Bet none of your friends can say they've fucked a priest." He pokes. You're half way to offended by his brash words in such a sacred space until you consider your current position, him between your legs, half hard cock pressed up against your weeping pussy, in a dark confessional booth, oh and the fact you just let a priest give you head in church.
Summary: time for my second ever fic! This one is slightly (very) different from the first. It’s dark priest Loki! But its very much still our Loki! I went to a catholic school so that’s probably influenced it, If I wasn’t going to hell before I definitely am now 😅
Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) fingering, oral sex (male receiving), BDSM (being tied up, spanking), unprotected sex, religious themes throughout
You had been in the church as long as you could remember. You grew up attending mass every Sunday and eventually moved onto catholic school. After graduating you decided that the best place for you, your happy place, was teaching at the school you grew up in. You had been the choir teacher for a few years now. You enjoyed it for the most part.
The school was set in a large old white Manor House. The Inside of the school was covered in floor to ceiling oak with a huge wooden staircase leading up to the second floor. Just before the stairs was the door to the chapel where you spent most of your time. Apart from the dark oak floors and wooden pews the rest of the room was white. In front of the pews sat a large white marble alter with the bible placed open on top of the alter cloth which was red with gold writing. Besides the bible sat two candles and two large golden crosses. In the corner sat a large marble bowl filled with holy water. The walls were littered with crosses and effigy’s.
Today was Sunday, gods day, and instead of teaching you were here for weekly mass. Walking into the chapel you make the sign of the cross as your morning blessing and placing a soft kiss onto the small cross that hung around your neck. Taking your seat next to the rest of the congregation you settle in for morning mass. You sit in the middle of one of the pews on the left side of the aisle.
Ever since you first started attending church, you always had a feeling wash over you. The feeling of someone standing beside you and taking your hand. You always assumed this must be how everyone felt and that it was the spirit of god leading you in the right direction. Despite this and your little community being the only family you had known, there was always a small amount of doubt placed in your mind. The want to do something not so pure.
Sitting through the mass as you do every Sunday you listen to the hymns, say the prayers and receive the body and blood of Christ. At the end of mass you offer some help and after everyone else has left you stay later to tidy.
While putting away bibles and generally tidying you feel the presence of someone else, something else, in the chapel. Looking around and seeing no one you continue with your work until everything is tidied. By the time everything has returned to its rightful position the sky has grown dark and moonlight floods through the chapel windows.
Just as your about to blow out the last candle on the alter, you hear the door open and some foot steps walk down the aisle.
‘Hello? I’m sorry we closed a few hours ago, if you’d like to come back tomorrow..’ your sentence trails off as you see two luminous green blue eyes looking at you from the darkness. The rest of his face is dimly lit by a green glow that seems to be hovering above his hand.
‘I’m not here for your false god’ you hear the strangers voice say deeply, footsteps still moving closer pacing loudly on the wooden floor.
‘Then I’m afraid, if there’s nothing else I can do for you sir, I’ll have to ask you to leave’ you say with a nervous tone in your voice.
‘And why would you do that my little lamb? When your clearly so in need of leadership’
You stay silent and walk further towards the last remaining lit candle, hoping to illuminate the stranger.
Hearing a click like the snap of someone’s fingers. All of the candles suddenly reignite themselves. Flames standing taller than before, their light surrounds you illuminating the strangers face as he closes in on you.
As he approaches you in front of the alter you can see that he appears to be dressed as a priest. His long black curls hitting just above his collar. His hair matches his entirely black outfit, the only colour coming from the white stripe of his collar.
Walking up to you he towers above you, placing a hand either side of your body resting on the alter he cages you in. Your eyes darting up to meet his.
‘Please, I really must insist, I..’ lost for words as your eyes meet his. His face so close to yours you can almost feel his breath on you.
‘Who are you?’ You question with a curious but cautious tone to your voice.
‘A god worthy of your worship. Will you prove your devotion to me little lamb?’ He says with a mischievous smile as he lifts one hand from the alter to stroke first down your cheek, trailing it’s way down your neck until his long dexterous fingers reach the top of your buttoned blouse.
You shake your head to tell him no without using words to hopefully avoid conflict. Your eyes shifting from his, dropping to the floor before darting back up to meet his gaze again.
‘I could make you, but that would be no fun’ he growls in your ear as you try to push him away.
‘Get away from me!’ You shout as you push him lightly on the shoulder.
‘Unlike your false god I can prove my power to you, would that help little lamb?’ He says through a grin.
‘Then do it’ you say confidently, sure that the man in front of you is about to show you nothing of any note.
Autho he looks like a god with his piercing eyes and his shirt clinging to every inch of his impeccable body, you were sure that he was about to prove to you that your own faith was the only thing you were about to believe in.
Just as those thoughts rush through your mind the green glow that earlier floated above his hand re appears. In a split second the entire room is eclipsed by a green light, from the ceiling of the chapel it looks as tho stars are falling from the night sky as fireworks erupt from the darkness.
You look up in amazement as the world seemingly moves around you. When you look back to the man you discover that his gaze has never left your face.
With another snap of his hands the green light subsides and plunges you both back into near darkness.
Breathing heavily you feel him move towards you, this time unflinching, you let him close the distance between the two of you.
As his lips lightly connect with yours, you inhale his scent, he smells like pine and whiskey, it almost reminds you of Christmas.
He pulls you in closer to him, your body pressed firmly against his as one of his arms wraps around your waist.
You place one hand delicately on his chest feeling the softness of his jackets lapel, your other hand pressing against the alter to support yourself.
Loosing yourself for a second you press deeply into the kiss before pulling back from him with a quiet gasp, lifting your hand away from his jacket to lightly cover your freshly kissed lips.
‘I-I can’t, I haven’t, I’ve never..’ you trail off as you feel his eyes on you, he looks almost concerned.
‘I know little lamb, it’s all right. This is what you have to do to prove your loyalty to your one true god. Your virginity is that which you hold most sacred, your promise to the false god. I want you, all of you, to myself’
He pulls your hand away from your lips before taking your face softly in his hand and kissing you lightly. Pulling away from your face he looks to seek confirmation to continue, you lightly nod.
He pulls you closer kissing you again, one hand slipping to your lower waist as he conjures a dagger in the other hand.
Before you know what’s happening you hear the pinging of buttons hitting the hard wood floor and the coldness of the chapel against your chest.
You jump at the coldness as the handsome god holds you still.
Without being able to utter a word, his lips still pressed against yours, you feel his hand on your back slip lower as he bends slightly to place a fist around the hem of your pencil skirt. In an instant you hear the sound of ripping fabric and feel the skirt drop to the floor.
You are left standing in front of the god wearing nothing but black lace lingerie and suspenders holding up your black seamed stockings.
He pulls away from you to admire his handy work.
‘My my little lamb, by the look of these you must have been waiting for a worthy god for some time’ he mocks as his finger intertwines with your suspender strap, grasping it and harshly pinging it against your thigh.
Letting out a slight moan your hands cling in fists to his jacket, your eyes darting to his clerical collar.
‘Correct me if I’m wrong little lamb, but it seems as if you may be enjoying yourself, perhaps too much.’ He sneers with a grin.
‘Maybe, sir’ you say with a girl like giggle.
‘Well, we can’t have that now, can we. Bend over.’ He demands, grabbing you by the back of your neck, spinning you around and bending you over the alter.
Adjusting to your new position you hear his words come from behind you
‘Little lamb, tell me, do you remember your Lord’s Prayer?’
‘Yes sir’ you say, your hands splayed out on the alter, your face almost touching the bible in front of you.
‘Good, now recite it for me little lamb. Furthermore I am not your sir, I am Loki, your god and you will address me as such.’ He mutters in your ear, his breath hot on your neck.
‘Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name’ you say confidently.
‘thy kingdom come; thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven. Uh!’ You whimper, your voice catching at the end of your sentence as you feel Loki’s large hand come down to spank your ass hard, leaving a light pink hand print in its wake.
‘Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us. Ah!’ You yell feeling his hand strike you again, harder this time.
‘And lead us not into temptation’ his hand colliding with your sensitive skin again.
‘but deliver us from evil. Ah, Loki, yes!’ You moan out loudly.
‘For thine is the kingdom’ his hand falling harder against you.
‘the power and the glory’ striking you twice, once on each sensitive cheek.
‘for ever and ever, uh’ you almost scream out.
‘Amen’ the god lays one last, hard spank against your fragile skin as you breath deeply, your chest rising and falling against the alter.
Loki grabs your wrists and pulls you up, your wrists held behind your back.
‘Good little lamb, taking your punishment so well, are you ready for your reward?’
‘Yes Loki, pl-please’ you stutter out breathily.
As the words leave your mouth you feel his hand squeeze tightly around your neck, pulling you closer to him, your back against his chest.
In a flash of green the dagger from earlier reappears in his hand. He drags it down your chest between the valley of your breasts before using it to cut your bra open at the front, pulling the straps down your arms.
Before you can cover yourself Loki has spun you around and pushed you against the alter. Knife still in hand he grazes it over one sensitive nipple at a time, proceeding to drag it down your stomach until he reaches the line where your panties begin.
His eyes fixed on yours, he places the blade flat against your covered heat, your slick soaking through the underwear, coating the blade.
‘Are you afraid little lamb?’ He leans in to whisper in your ear.
‘No, Loki, I want you, only you’ words whispered in a seductive tone.
‘Such a good girl for me, so eager to please your new god’ he taunts.
With that the blade vanishes and is immediately replaced by his hand sliding your panties to the side, colliding with your moistened heat.
Softly dipping his fingers into you he spreads your wetness up to your clit, rubbing in circular motions. You let out a breathy moan as his lips collide with yours.
Your hands darting up to pull him in closer by his neck you can immediately feel his length harden against you, as his body meets yours he lets out a breathy moan into your kiss.
His finger circling your clit becomes faster and more urgent until you hear a low growl come from Loki’s mouth as he bites your lip hard enough to draw blood.
His hand circling your sensitive bud halts it’s movement and pulls at the lace fabric of your underwear, tugging them down your legs and off of your body. He holds your panties in his hand, placing them into his pocket for safe keeping.
As he looks at you he notices a small trickle of blood resting on your lips, he runs his thumb over them softly collecting the remainder. Bringing his hand to his mouth he sucks the blood from his thumb, steering into your eyes with intensity.
With your hands still resting on his shoulders he hooks his hands onto your ass and lifts you up. Your legs wrapped around him.
He walks over to one of the wooden pews at the front of the chapel, placing you down just in front of it, he takes a seat with you standing almost naked except from your stockings and suspenders in-front of him.
Slipping his jacket off and placing it on the wooden floor in front of him.
Watching you with hungry eyes, he unbuckles his belt and pulls the zipper of his trousers down. Pulling his length free from its confines he wraps one large fist around himself and begins slowly pumping himself up and down.
Your eyes transfixed on his movements you barely hear the demanding words slip from his mouth.
‘Kneel little lamb, kneel for your god.’
You kneel in front of him, knees placed on top of the jacket he has thoughtfully placed for you.
You sit on your knees, legs slightly spread apart with your hands in your lap.
‘Come to me darling, show me what that talented little mouth of yours can do, other than pray’ he groans.
Reaching up between his legs you run your hands over his thighs sliding towards his length.
As your hands reach his cock you take him softly into your hands. Releasing his member to you, his hand runs through your hair and rests on your jaw, lightly pushing your mouth open. Sliding his thumb into your mouth you suck on it softly, closing your eyes moaning into the feeling.
Pulling his thumb from your mouth you release him with a pop.
Your eyes shift from his dropping to your hand wrapped around his hardened length. Slowly bringing your face to him you kiss his tip and give it a few initial kitten licks.
Slipping him into your mouth you breath in hard taking as much of him into your mouth as you can manage. His fingers entangled in your hair, he grabs a fistful of it and holds you firmly, guiding your head up and down.
Taking him in deeper you hollow your cheeks to fit more in, as you do you hear him let out a deep moan. Looking up to meet his gaze, he is hypnotised in watching you. As you quicken your pace you see his head drop back, his dark curls hitting his shoulders.
‘Oh little lamb, you are truly my most devoted servant’ he moans out, pulling you up to meet him.
‘Kiss me, let me taste myself in your mouth’ you stand up to meet him, kissing him deeply as his tongue slips into your mouth.
‘Sit here darling, I want to see your beautiful face as I take your innocence’ he says daringly, pulling you onto his lap with your legs straddling him.
‘I don’t know much of what I’m doing Loki, you might have to teach me’ you say almost embarrassed by your lack of knowledge in front of Loki who is clearly much more experienced.
‘Oh my little lamb, I wouldn’t have it any other way’ he says kissing you urgently.
He lifts his cock to meet you, sliding his tip over the wetness gathering it over your clit.
As he glides over your clit with his length he breaks the kiss
‘This may hurt at first my little lamb, but don’t despair, it’ll only last a second’
Just as he’s finished his sentence he begins guiding you down onto his length. You let out a pained moan as you hold tightly onto the shoulders of his shirt and close your eyes tightly.
Ceasing all movement for a moment he lets you adjust to the new feeling as you feel yourself stretch around him. After a few seconds you begin moving yourself up and down onto him. Moaning out his name, the pain vanishing in seconds, being exchanged for pleasures you only thought you would feel in heaven.
Opening your eyes, you meet his expression, he looks as though he is in awe of you. He places his hands on your hips and squeezes tightly. Leaning back he thrusts up into you, setting a fast pace for you to keep up with riding him.
Both of you letting out wanton moans, your mouths hanging lightly ajar as your sounds reverberate, bouncing off the walls of the chapel.
‘Oh my little lamb, your god is so pleased with you. Your sacrifice for your lord will be remembered in Valhalla’ he growls out.
Your moans growing louder and more urgent with every thrust.
‘If you can’t keep quiet little lamb, I may have to gag you’ reaching into the pocket of his trousers he pulls out your moistened panties. Opening your mouth willingly he gently pushes them in, your tongue hitting the material you taste yourself on them.
His hand reaching down to circle your sensitive bud. You feel your climax building, tightening knots in your stomach as tears start to build in your eyes. Such intense pleasure washes over you as you feel although you may explode.
‘I can feel you tightening around me little lamb, cum for your god, show me that you are worthy of your gods seed’ he grunts into your ear as the pressure on your clit increases, pulling the panties from your mouth to hear your euphoric moans.
‘Oh Loki, my god’ you moan out as your orgasm washes over you. Clinging onto his shirt for dear life. He pulls you in closer kissing you as if every kiss was your last. As he growls loudly into your mouth. You feel his liquid mix with yours, coating your walls in velvet.
He holds you against him lovingly stroking your hair as your breath returns to both of you.
‘Well little lamb, I think you’ve passed your test. Your god is very proud of you.’ He whispers before kissing you again. Lifting you off of him he reaches for his jacket and lightly placing it over your shoulders to keep you warm. He pulls you back into his lap and holds you close to him.
‘I may have to visit you more often my little lamb, now that I know how well you treat your god’
He places a finger lightly on the cross that hangs around your neck. A green glow omitting from it. Looking down you find that your cross has been turned into two snakes wrapped delicately around a rune which you assume spells his name.
You sit for a while kissing him, feeling as if you’d never known another god before him.
After the first night he visited you, he came back for you almost every night. You became his most devoted follower and you knew you were his favourite subject.
He replaced the false god in your heart and when you were apart you were certain that you, his little lamb, were always on his mind.
I'm 3 followers away from 1K which is absolutely insane, and first of all thank you all so freaking much 🖤
As a little pre-emptive celebration I tried to think up an idea for a priest!Loki fic based off of a few kinky text posts + my own blasphemous imagination. I ended up writing almost over 6K words of pure straight to hell smut that I'll release very soon, in addition to the latest chapter of Tear You Apart!
Anyways since I want you all to suffer with me, here's a taste of what's to come. Be warned, the following snippet is VERY MUCH 18+!!! CONTENT so minors DNI. This snippet contains coercion, an age gap, blasphemy (of the catholic kind), church imagery, a confessional, priest!loki, and highly suggestive language.
You gave him a small smile and a nod.
He considered you for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. “Is everything alright?”
He knew. Of course he knew! It was written all over your face. You bit your lip. “I’m fine. I just,” you looked down at your fingers, “I sinned.”
He lightly touched your hand and you met his gaze. “Do you wish to confess?”
You weighed your options. You should confess- he’d want you to confess. But how could you do so? He’ll surely send you away as soon as you do.
He was watching you carefully. “Anything you tell me stays between us and God. I doubt there’s anything you could tell me that I haven’t heard before.” He gave you a reassuring smile.
You licked your lips. “Okay,” you nodded.
He nodded back, before motioning towards the confessional. You got in, closing the door behind you and sinking into the seat before putting your face in your hands. You prayed for God’s help, guidance and forgiveness as you mentally thought through what you were about to say. You heard him enter the booth beside you, his silhouette just showing beyond the screen.
You took a few breaths. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.” Your voice shook as you spoke and you paused to take a deep breath. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is two years since my last confession.”
“Go ahead, my child.” He responded slowly, as if he were trying to calm you through his words. You appreciated his effort, taking another deep breath.
“I’ve had impure thoughts, Father.”
There was a pause. “Go on, my child.”
“I-“ you took another breath, “last night, and the night before I acted on these impure thoughts.”
“How did you act?”
“I touched myself, Father. Twice.” There was silence, your heart beating loudly in your ears.
“And what of these thoughts, my child?”
There it was. You swallowed hard. “I thought of you, Father.”
Another pause.
“I know it was wrong, I know I shouldn’t have.”
“But you did, regardless. You sinned.”
Your eyes widened, your thoughts flying too fast for you to speak.
“Are you sorry for your sins?”
“Yes, Father, of course.” You pressed your lips together. “I am sorry for these sins and the sins of my past life.”
“And will you sin again?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that, so you went with an Act of Contrition. “With the help of God’s grace, I will not sin again.”
He chuckled. “How hopeful, darling. Though I’m sure you will.”
Again, you didn’t speak, unsure of what to say. You’d never had a confession go like this.
“In fact, I know you will.” He sighed. “Come here, my child.”
You went to stand but froze, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do.
“Come into the booth with me.”
You got up on shaky legs, coming out to glance at the empty pews before entering the other side of the booth. He looked up at you passively, patting his knee. “Sit.”
You simply stared for a moment before he repeated himself with a sigh. You turned around and did as you were told, sitting on his knee between his spread legs.
He slid his hand around you to hold your waist. “Rest your head on my shoulder.”
You did as you were told, unsettled, though the feel of his warmth against you was comforting, that familiar heat rising between your thighs. You pressed your legs together, squirming a little on his knee.
“See? I told you you’d sin again, darling. You’re already aching to, I can tell.”
“I’m sorry, Father.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you absolve them all.” His free hand held a rosary, which he brought to the hem of your skirt. “How pretty,” he thumbed the material before lifting it up and tucking it into your waistband.
You gasped as he revealed your panties, the baby pink cotton bright in the dim booth. He turned to press a kiss against your forehead.
“Tell me, darling,” his voice rumbled through you, making you melt against him. “How did you touch yourself?”
You bit your lip.
“Tell me and I’ll help that ache go away. Be a good girl for me,” he whispered the words to you and you shivered, letting out a little gasp.
...To be continued...
Looks like I'm going to hell again. Who's coming with?
Summary: Eve confesses her lustful thoughts to Father Laufeyson.
First chapter/story summary: here
May contain: Sexual situations, BDSM, kinks, coarse language, and more.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Eve breathed a sigh of relief when her parents finally found her and told her they were heading home. The twenty-two-year-old had never bolted for the door faster. She needed to get away from Father Laufeyson before sinful thoughts that God would surely be angry with her about entered her mind. Upon arriving home, the Michaels family resumed their daily lives. Michelle and David spent their day relaxing in the living room. Eve bolted towards her bedroom – locking the door to ensure her privacy. She lay in the bed – watching television in an attempt to get her mind off the new priest, but he refused to leave her. Loki plagued her mind and caused sinful desires to rage through her body. Just once wouldn't hurt too much, right? She could always go to Sunday night confession, and all would be forgiven. The last time she went to confession, Father Henry assured her that it was natural to feel these things, but she did the right thing by confessing her actions. Eve took a deep breath and closed her eyes – the image of Loki immediately popped up in her mind. She let out a gasp at his smile, his long, black hair, and the beautiful build of his body. Slowly, her hand snaked its way into her jeans and panties – her hips bucking against her own touch as she felt out soaked she was. Her pussy was dripping – her little clit more sensitive than ever before.
"Oh my God," Eve moaned as the tip of her index finger ran over her swollen clit – her eyes fluttering closed as her lips parted. Slowly, she dipped her middle finger into her dripping hole. To her surprise, a deep, dark-sounding chuckle echoed in her head. She found it impossible to open her eyes, and the sound seemed to grow closer.
"Oh, Evangeline," his voice called out in a sing-song voice. Eve gasped – immediately recognizing it at Father Laufeyson's voice. Was she going crazy? Imagining things?
"No," Loki chuckled as the image of him began to manifest, "you aren't going crazy." Father Laufeyson wasn't wearing his clerical robe or collar. Instead, he wore a casual outfit – distressed blue jeans, a green Henley with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of black boots. He looked absolutely sinful. He moved closer into Eve's sight – her fingers beginning to slow down their movements but never stopping. "I knew there was something dark behind those innocent-looking eyes."
Eve was going to open her mouth to speak, but somehow, the words she wanted to say echoed through her head.
"How – what are you doing?" Eve nervously asked. "Are you in my head or something?"
Loki smiled – reaching out to touch Eve's cheek. "I'm here to help you, baby girl," he spoke lowly. Eve moaned at the pet name, and her fingers began to speed back up. "Worry not – your parents cannot hear a single sound you make...I've ensured it." For some reason, Eve instinctually trusted Father Laufeyson – letting her moans go as loud as she wanted. "Look at you...my dirty, little slut," Loki spoke against Eve's ear. His words spurred her own – feeling her wetness drip to her bed. "Would you like to be my filthy whore?" he growled. "I'm sure you would, baby." Eve felt her hair pulled, and she felt herself begin to climax. "That's it...cum for daddy. Cum all over those little fingers of yours."
The coil in Eve's lower stomach snapped, and as she came – gushing all over her fingers, she was able to open up her eyes once more. The redhead lay down – taking deep breaths as her heartrate tried to slow down.
"What in the world was that?" she asked herself through heavy pants. "That was...that couldn't be real."
When it came time for Eve to leave to go to Sunday night confession, she found herself nervous when she thought about divulging her dirty actions. She drove in silence – thinking about how best to word her thoughts. When she entered the church, she was a bit relieved that there was no one else there. The only other person was the old woman who was leaving the confessional booth. As the woman walked past Eve, she gave a sweet smile – taking a deep breath before entering the awaiting booth. She closed the door and slowly sat down – exhaling a breath she didn't know she was holding. Looking through the lattice-patterned window, Eve managed to catch a glimpse of Loki's ocean-blue eyes.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," Eve started with a shaky breath. "It's been five days since my last confession. I feel like there's something wrong with me." She waited with anxiety for Father Laufeyson to respond.
"Why do you feel like something is wrong with you?" Loki questioned – his voice calm and smooth.
Eve closed her eyes at the sound – taking another deep breath before continuing.
"I've been...having thoughts," she whispered – picking at the skin around her thumb nail, "sinful thoughts." Loki flashed her a kind smile through the partition – encouraging her to keep going. "Today...I, um, touched myself...you know...down there."
"Do you know why?" Loki asked kindly.
"Well, I was, um, thinking about someone," Eve continued to confess. "I've been lusting over a man all day. It seems like no matter what I do, I can't get him out of my head."
Out of view of Eve, Loki smirked to himself.
"What things have you done to try to get your thoughts off him?" he asked – keeping his voice calm and comforting.
"Well...that's the uh, t-that's the thing," Eve gulped. "I don't want him off my thoughts."
"What type of things have you been fantasizing about?" Loki asked.
Eve took a deep breath before telling him everything.
"Sexual things," she began – trusting that Loki didn't know that he was the one she was talking about. "Him kissing me, touching me, taking my virginity...acting out every fantasy I've ever had. I want to break free from my parents and be my own person. I know it's wrong to think such things, but at the same time, those things light a fire within me."
Eve confessed all of her sins to Father Laufeyson – never telling him that he was the one they were about. An hour-and-a-half later, Loki returned to his apartment – undressing and taking a quick shower. He lay in bed – trying to get some sleep as he stared up at the ceiling, but his thoughts started plaguing him – his cock becoming hard as he thought about the innocent redhead he had spoken to hours earlier.
Loki soon began wishing that Eve could enter his mind just as he did hers, but he settled for the next best thing. With a wave of his hand, Loki created a clone – an exact replica of Eve. Her form was solid, so the god was able to reach out and touch her – grabbing for her breasts as he began to move his hand up and down his shaft.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned – his fingers trailing down to her pussy – her virgin cunt tight and wet. Before he came, Loki ordered the clone to straddle him – his large member forcing its way into the replica vagina. He thrust his hips up – holding her down as he exploded inside of her. Once he softened and pulled out, the Eve clone vanished, but Loki still found himself wanting to ravish the redhead in everyway possible.
