vanderliinde

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[vnderliinde]

enfj | she/her | wlw | griffyndor | cabin 13 | grey jedi | joel miller’s widow | mouse-looking men enthusiast | ronance’s lovechild

✎ tlou, star wars, marvel, eltingville club, challengers, marauders, rdr2, dbh, jjk

       ⁀➷ im in a lot of other unlisted/smaller fandoms, feel free to send a DM or ask if you’re curious:)

letterboxd, ao3, my works

[vnderliinde]

mmm.. girl next door...eltingville part 2?..........

omg was I sleep talking again, my bad

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pls plsplsplspls🙏 (loll but jokes aside, just wanted to pop in and say that I loved the fic it was awesome!)

i’m back ygs you WILL be getting that part 2 trust in me

[vnderliinde]

OMW2BYB!

Summary: Your fwb was your last resort when in dire need of self pleasure.

 Pairing: fwb!Gojo x f!reader

 Tags: College!AU, oral (f!receiving), use of a vibrator, needy!gojo, not betaread we die like gojo (sorry)

 WC: 3.0k

After a long week of exams, you finally had time to yourself. What better way to spend it than to treat yourself to an everything shower and a long night of self pleasure?

 Smooth and clean out the shower, you slump into your bed. The aroma of fresh sheets, burning candles, and your body lotion filled your lungs with content. With a deep sigh of relief you smile to yourself.

 You reach over to your nightstand, sliding the drawer open and grabbing your trusty vibrator that never once failed to make you cum in a mere 7 minutes. Giddily cozying yourself under the sheets, you switch on the toy and guide it down to your clit.

 A small gasp leaves your lips at the dull buzz. It was only the first setting but god after a week of self-neglect it was absolute bliss.

 Your legs shook, back arching off the bed desperately as you felt your high approaching quickly. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Your thumb searches the small toy to bring the setting up 2 notches. The noise you made was indescribably desperate. Droplets of sweat formed at the tip of your nose as your hips shifted and twitched against the toy.

 Eyes rolled back, you felt your orgasm coiling in your stomach. The urge to moan settled in your throat, threatening to beat the race with your orgasm and—

 Fuck.

 Your eyes you don’t even remember closing open and your eyebrows relax as you process what the fuck just happened. You furiously click at the power button a few times before coming to any conclusions. Bringing the toy from underneath the covers, you sit up with a look of utter despair.

 Still covered in your slick, the pink silicone wouldn’t buzz back to life no matter how many times you tried. Curses strung out as you quickly move out of your bed to search for batteries.

 After rummaging through your nightstand drawer, kitchen drawers, and even a few junk drawers, you were completely out of luck. With a frustrated groan you throw the useless thing onto your bed and fall lazily next to it. Days and days of planning for this perfect night of relaxation to waste.

 You turn your head to the side after burying your face into your sheets to find your last beam of hope.

 Your phone sat idly on your pillow.

 A deep sinister thought forms as you awkwardly reach for it. Just seeing your own damn reflection in the glass felt shameful as you opened your contacts and hit search.

Satoru Gojo (do not contact!)

 His contact lit up your phone like a flashing light begging to be noticed.

 You promised the son of a bitch last time was the last time. Then again you said that the time before that and the time before that too.

 This was a low, low moment but desperate times called for desperate measures. You held your breath as you finally called him.

 Your phone buzzed at every ring, bringing you out of your thoughts of doubt and reminded you why you were even doing this in the first place.

 One ring, two—

 “Missed me already baby?”

 That smug voice seemed to echo in your apartment. Not that your place—or your neighbors for that matter—were foreign to that sweet-talking voice.

 “Toru,” You start, your voice hoarse and breath still shaky. God, just seeing his name highlight your screen made you wanna puke. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say another word.

 “This is he” He drew out that last word playfully. Satoru knew exactly what you were calling him for.

 “Please just-“

 “Please what?” He was having a field day with this. You could hear how he was biting his lip to hold back any more giggles from slipping past. “Cmon baby I wanna hear you say it. ‘Toru I need you soo-‘“

 You hang up and tossed your phone aside, looking at the lone and lifeless vibrator beside it. With a final huff you grab your TV remote beside your bed and frantically remove its batteries to shove into the toy.

 Back under the covers you forget all about Satoru and return to your happy place.

 You’re at it for a few minutes when you finally approach your awaited orgasm again. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration as a continuation of whines leave you. The feeling in your core strengthens as your breathing picks up.

 Your eyes roll way back as you feel your hand wet at the way your pussy squirted. You keep the buzzing on your clit, feeling more spurts of squirt hit the sheets until you tire yourself. You catch your breath, staring at the blank ceiling above you with a satisfied smile.

 Just as you got up to clean yourself, the doorbell sounds. With a hefty sigh you stand on wobbly legs and retrieved your robe. Wrapped comfortably around yourself, you make your way to the front door. Swinging it open, you’re face to face with a broad chest.

 Quickly scanning up you meet those icy blue eyes you swore to you’d never see again after your last meet.

 “Not nice to call then hangup without another word, y’know.” Satoru says with a condescending look of faux sadness.

 Your minds still a fog from your high, your mouth opening to make a retort before he’s already stepping past you into your home. He inhales deeply and looks around the familiar atmosphere.

 “Smells like vanilla cashmere,” He looks over his shoulder at you. “And sex.” That piercing gaze of his trail down your fluffy robe.

 “Satoru I hung up for a reason.” You grumble as you shut the door and watch as he strides into the bedroom.

 “You never answered my question” He says loud enough for you to hear from outside. You grumble something to yourself as you’re dragging your feet to follow him into the room. From the doorway your eyes widen as you see him hold up the little pink toy between his long fingers and an even longer smile on his face. “Seems like I’ve already gotten my answer.”

 “Toru get out.” You say with no real fight behind your tone. He takes a few slow steps back towards you, pocketing the vibe into his sweat pockets. He looks you up and down in your robe before uncrossing your guarded arms and slipping the soft plush past your shoulders. Dressed in a tank top and the tiniest pair that only leaves so much to the imagination, you feel cold and exposed despite the close warmth between your bodies.

 Satoru licks his lips and leans down to kiss your own. He’s groaning into your mouth, hands holding the sides of your face and pulling you closer until your teeth clinked messily. He walks backwards towards your bed and breaks the kiss only to gently lay you down. “S’pretty.. missed you lots.” Eyes shut lazily, you feel a weight on your thigh. Satoru’s made himself comfortable by straddling you and grinding his hard-on across your smooth skin. Your hands find his firm shoulders, familiarity filling your senses at every touch.

 Your breaths mingle and you can’t tell who’s sucking whose air out of the other’s lungs. A large hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your top, your nipples hardening in the process. His other hand holds your hip in place as his own ruts against you slowly. “S-Shit Toru..” You pull your head to the side in need to breathe but that does nothing to stop the attack of Satoru’s lips. Hot and messy kisses pepper your neck, saliva wetting your skin.

 “Tell me you missed me.” You would’ve missed his whisper if it weren’t for his mouth so close to your ear leaving marks on your collarbone. “Please?” Another drag of his sweatpants against your thigh. Cool air hits your chest as he leans up to look you in the eye. Despite the displeased, bored expression on your face, Satoru’s determination never faltered.

 A breath exchanges in the gap between you—the most you’ve been apart in the past few minutes it feels like. “I missed you.” The thrusts on your leg continue excitedly, a pearly white smile stretched across his handsome face.

 “Now say it like you mean it.” His teeth are back on the most sensitive part of your neck as he growls. You yelp, hands flying to grasp the fluffy white locks of his hair atop of you. He trails more openmouthed kisses from your shoulder up to the side of your neck. Lips meet yours again, your whines muffled and his own filling the once quiet space.

 His tongue licks your own, mouth open as he pants. Your lower lip suddenly caught between his teeth. The way your breath hitched made Satoru giggle. “C’mon, baby.”

 “I-I missed you.” You say breathlessly as his lips muffled your words with a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

 “Attagirl, was that so hard?” A low giggle vibrated through his lips. His hands joined together to lift your tank top from your body. It shed like a second skin, your boobs spilling out underneath the fabric. Satoru nearly faints at the sight. Sure he’d seen you countless times but even then he sought your body to be the only weakness of even the strongest willed men.

 Tossing your top aside, his hands hurry to your shorts and panties next. Slowly as if unveiling a masterpiece, more of your skin is exposed until your pussy was on full display. Still wet, puffy, and needy. Satoru’s thumb slides down your swollen clit slowly. He traveled lower until the pad of his finger was dipping into your welcoming heat. Satoru took the way your back arched off the bed as invitation to latch his lips onto your tits.

 “You’re so impatient” His face nuzzles between your breasts, tongue flickering between both nipples like he couldn’t pick a favorite. Every time your hips would shift beneath him, his own would press harder against your thigh to keep you grounded against the bed.

 “First you call me in the middle of the night, and we both know exactly why you did that. Then you decide,” His hand idly rested on your waist fishes into his pocket to grab your vibe he had put away. “this is what you needed to get off instead of me. And here I thought you’d finally grow a pair and advocate for your needs.” His voice is so whiny and pitiful. You wanna hate him for it but you already find yourself getting wetter by the second.

 “Shut up, Satoru..”

 You’re too focused on his smile with his lower lip between his teeth to notice how he switched on the pink vibe. A familiar hum hit your ears before you feel it on your clit once more. A lift on your leg brings your attention from your hazed state to see Satoru unmounting your leg and scooting himself lower to eye your pussy. His hand on the toy drew small circles around your clit. His other hand gives a pat your thigh to which you simply oblige by resting your legs upon his muscular shoulders.

 “Missed this,” Light bites and kisses lead up your thighs, a shiver running down your spine. “missed you” A kiss just below the vibrator your clit turns you into a sloppy mess.

 “Don’t tease.” The words just barely reached Satoru’s ears by the way your thighs squeezed around his head.

 “Tell me you miss me first.” His hand on your hip squeezes to ease the tension in your legs. Kisses descend down towards your thighs again, leaving you to writhe and thrust up into the buzzing sensation.

 “I already told you I did!” God, you don’t remember sounding this down bad. Blue eyes meet yours through long white lashes. He flashes a small grin before biting into your flesh harder than before. Your hands balled in the sheets run through his hair and pulled lightly.

 A quiet yet unmistakeable moan leaves his mouth before he says, “C’mon princess, say it again” What an absolute brat Satoru Gojo was; he knew he’d always get what he wanted with you. That was just his way of life. His biting retreated into feather light kisses, but the pressure on your clit had been stronger.

 Fingers tangled between his strands clenched until his scalp stung. “I missed you, God I missed you.” Your sharp breathes and whines sounded better than any goddamn porno Satoru had ever seen.

 “Missed you more” With that, he dives tongue first into your folds. His hand left your hip to push your thigh up and your cheeks apart. With his head down between your thighs, you could see how his hips rubbed and rubbed against the mattress. Poor Toru was neglecting his own needs to feed yours.

 The mix between his humming and the vibrations of the toy was numbing your poor clit and had sweat coating your face and the valley between your breasts. His strong arm hugged your thigh, the firm muscle of his bicep pulsing against you.

 “F-Fuck Toru you’re so fucking good..” Your sweet voice filling his ears made him forget all about his leaky cock in his sweats. A hot groan rips from your throat as the vibrations kick up another notch and his lips suck harder. He knew every inch of you and took his time to learn what every button on your body did.

 “Better than this stupid toy alone huh?” He giggles as he slaps the silicone against your sopping clit. The sound it made was lewd. Satoru couldn’t even tell what was his spit and what was your pussy juice at this point. The bottom half of his face was gone between your folds, drool spilling into the sheets below you. His idle hand greedily massaged your outer thigh before pulling back and landing a loud smack before quickly soothing it with firm squeezes. The arousing sound made him lift and thrust into the mattress again.

 “Y’sound so pretty..” His heavy breath fanned over your overstimulated clit. Your throat was hoarse from the consistent moans that were dragged out of you. His hips were in tandem with every breath, every whine, every mere noise from you. He wouldn’t even give himself a moment to breathe, not when he had your pretty pussy on his lips. With your head thrown back, your hands pulled his head impossibly closer until your hips were humping his face.

 You were an absolute mess by this point. Your legs were shaking and flexing around his head. Your hands tugged and pulled his hair until his scalp was sore. And your pussy was just spilling. Satoru knew you were close. He’d studied you more than his own exams to tell every minor indication of your impending orgasm.

 “Toru I’m—“

 “I know. Look at me when you do.” The vibrator on you moves lower to hit your clit just right as his tongue fucked long and deep into you. You can barely even bring your eyes to focus; every slide of his tongue and suck from his lips just bring you further into a haze. A hand in his hair dips to the nape of his neck. A moan from Satoru blows heat onto your pussy until it felt like you were on fire. Your light touch on his sweat-slick neck sent a shiver down his spine that made him thrust his hips into nothing.

 His whining joined yours as his sucking became messy and his wrist almost limp. Satoru Gojo was never the type to leave a girl unsatisfied however, or really himself for that matter. “Please,” He almost sobbed. “Look at me. Need to see your face pretty girl.” The moment you looked down at him you almost cum on the spot at the way his white brows twisted up and his blue eyes bore into yours. Thrusts of his tongue in your pussy and his hips on the mattress worked harmoniously to reach both your highs.

 “Don’t stop.” Your voice could’ve easily been mistaken for a wisp in the wind but to Satoru, whose body had accommodated to your own, heard your plea. He could feel the hinges of his wrist and jaw begging for a break but nonetheless did he let himself stop.

 You watched between the unforgiving speed and intensity of the vibrator slapping against your clit and Satoru’s face moving to match the movements of his tongue in you. His hearing was sharp as he tested tracing different patterns and shapes with his tongue. Every louder moan from you he’d  loop the pattern of his tongue until it felt raw.

   “F-Fuck Toru!” You gasp his name like it’s your first time breathing. The sound was like his own personal dog whistle; his sweats and underwear filled with his cum. At the same time, your legs gave a final shake and a waterfall poured and poured from your weeping hole. Satoru’s mouth immediately took every drop. His tongue greedily dipped low until it probed at your hole just to lap up your juices.

 “Yeah, goood girl.” Theres a playful lilt in the way he drags out the nickname. He’s not even paying attention to the sticky mess between his legs because he’s far too busy making sure you take in every second of your orgasm. “That’s it, gimme everything..” His kittenish licks match the way the vibe on your clit had lowered to a slow, pulsing beat. Stubborn, he hadn’t pulled away just yet despite his hair being pulled often telling him to do so. His tongue circles around a few times until your pussy felt numb.

 Your chest rises and falls unsteadily, your hips unconsciously untensing once Satoru’s mouth pulls away. He pulls the toy off of you lastly, shutting it off and bringing it to his lips to lick off whatever was left of you.

 You watch as he sat back on his heels between your legs, his usually pale face now a light shade of red and his hair a tussled mess. Eyes moving down his body, you spot a large wet patch. Satoru wasn’t even the slightest bit embarrassed at your gaze. If anything, he was more so aroused and it was painfully obvious by the way his spent cock stirred and twitched beneath the dark spot.

 “Think he missed you too.”

my debut back into writing fanfic..

i see everyone’s requests on the girl next door! i swear im writing it ygs</3

also i wrote this at like 4am after using my own vibrator lmao

[vnderliinde]

corrupt!jud praying to reader

Continuing to pepper kisses on his neck, your hand travels down his heaving chest and to the aching bulge in his slacks. Teasing the seam of his pocket, you dip your hand in slowly. “Fuck!” He shivers out another moan. Your finger slides up and down the tent of his hardening shaft before dipping deeper. He chokes out a whine, his Adam’s apple stuttering against your lips. You fish out his rosary and bring it between both your lips.

“Pray.” Your hot breaths mingle with the beads you clutched in your hands between you two. His hazy, lust-filled eyes fluttered at you.

“Y-Yes, okay,” He nods hastily as he takes the rosary from you. You continued to kiss him, each one sloppier than the last. The old stubble on him pricked your lips. “Dear God,” He exclaims with hot tears streaming down his face in fear and thirst.

“Goddess.” You correct, biting gently as if to perpetuate the correction. He sobs out a groan as he nods and fixes himself. Jud continues to mutter insincere prayers, his mind a fog with the way your fingertips danced against his fair skin. He shuddered as he felt you tug gently on his belt and pants. Another tear rolls down his cheek as he sees you descend onto your knees. His mouth falls agape as you look at him through your lashes while your hands worked idly to slide the waistband of his boxers down.

“Did I tell you to stop?” The slightest twitch in your eyebrow when you asked him earned a throb in his cock. Continuing his prayer, his eyes focus on how your tongue swiped over your lips. It created a shine that awakened urges Jud had long forgotten about. That innocent look of your pouty lips had Jud wanting to paint your pretty face with his cum. His prayer is interrupted with a yelp when he feels your smaller hand wrap around his thick shaft. His words were completely incoherent with how many hiccups and moans he let out. The grip on the beads tightened, the cross indenting into his skin.

“Hail, M-Mary- ngh! Full of grace- hah!” You let your spit dribble onto his tip. The poor man was already drunk off sex before you could even give him a proper taste of your touch. “Oh my God,“ You give him a squeeze, making him jerk slightly. “G-Goddess.” He sighs. Satisfied, you give him a well-deserved lick from his tip down to his base where a handful of tidy curls sat. His throat was completely sore with every whimper. “Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with th—fuck!” The sensation of his sensitive, leaky tip meeting the back of your throat already had him on edge. When you gagged, the constriction and pulse sent pure bliss through his cock.

“Nghh—Forgive me, Goddess.” One hand finds the hair draped over your shoulder. He grips it tight as he spills into your mouth.

A/N: guys i have no motivation to write so pls take my small offering of an old drabble fic i found in my notes app

[vnderliinde]

I MISS YOU WRITING PRETTY

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[vnderliinde]

BEDROOM HYMNS

Summary: A day of holiness and prayer turned into moments of sinful lust (based on this post)

 WC: 3.7k

 Tags: Blasphemy, improper use of holy ashes, body marking, corruption, piv sex, needy and crying sub!Jud nghhh

 A/N: guys pls spare me every person i ask to beta-read ghosts me so im working with what i got. also writer’s block is beating my ass and all i can think about is josh o’connor. this was supposed to be released in feb if you couldn’t tell 

The pews of the church filled with people, others opting to stand on the sidelines. Luckily for you, you were able to catch a seat up front. You were never really religious, or ever believed in it for that matter. But since the shift from Wicks to Jud, something tugged at you to finally join the church. Still not quite a believer, but intrigued nonetheless. No one could blame you for it; Jud was a fine man—undeniably. But of course one that was completely off limits. Not that it stopped you from thinking about him in ways that made the devil blush anyway.

Today was supposedly a very important day; Ash Wednesday, a day of repentance. Guilt was never in the cards for you—being non-believer and all that. To you, this was just another mass, no weight lifted or dragged upon you. The only thing remotely close to being so, was the gaze of Father Jud.

You frequented the front and center bench, to which Jud’s gaze comfortably landed upon during his homily. Well, it was either that or he could hear every dirty thought you formed. Even within the confines of a sacred place, no amount of holiness could cease the thoughts from free flowing.

Jud grew familiar with your presence, often searching the bustling crowds that entered the church for your face. There became unspoken tension that stirred beneath the surface. Shared looks, skin brushing against skin when you received the body and blood of Christ.

The way you’d look at him was almost predatory, conjuring feelings within him he couldn’t begin to comprehend. Any familial or romantic attachments were forbidden and even foreign to Jud. But his devotion in the Lord wavered when you were near. Any and all ideas of purity was paid no mind.

No different from any other day, his stark blue eyes drew to you. His hands would clench the edges of the podium and quiver as they rose, lacking its usual grace. Fingernails dug into his palms as he focused on the way your chin dipped slightly as you looked at him, your gaze intimidatingly hot.

His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. He hastily plays it off as losing his spot in the page in front of him. His head bows as he continues to fraudulently search. Shyly, he looks up to see you once more. This time, your head was tilted slightly.

The subtle movement was silently degrading, rousing a long familiar ache in his loins. He finally stammers out quote from the page, rounding his focus back to his sermon.

His gaze never set upon you again. Only until it was inevitable.

With open arms, he gestures to the church to stand. Complying, the church members stood and fell into line to receive the ashes. Following behind the others, you feel the priest’s eyes bore into you.

This was the moment that mattered most on a day like this. One where most would be focusing on their greatest sin to repent for. Yes that, not how the holy man before you was staring like you owed him your body and soul.

Jud’s fingers tightened around the bowl in his hands as your eyes lock. One by one, the church emptied, each person leaving with their heart lighter and their soul cleansed.

By the time it was your turn, you purposely stood just an inch closer to push the invisible boundary. There was a moment of hesitation as you stood toe to toe. A quiet exhale escapes him before he dips his thumb into the ash.

His hands were weathered, like those of a carpenter’s. Veins swelled beneath his fine skin in shades of violet, blue, and green. You could only imagine how his strong hands would feel on you. Holding you the way he did with his rosary when praying for others.

His mouth was parted slightly as his mind committed every mole on your face to memory. The unbroken face to face contact was unfitting for the situation. A holy routine, performed by the face of one who seemed to treat the exchange like an intimate moment. Lips agape like a moan would take its place, and eyebrows furrowed the way only lewd acts could pull.

His hand shook as he brought his thumb up your forehead. The pad of his finger was hot against your skin. He touched you with such delicacy, as if touching you any more would burn him. “Repent and believe in the Gospel.” His voice teemed with insincerity and disdain.

“Amen.” You stood your ground a second longer than necessary, but enough to watch his nostrils flare. Once you finally walk away, you throw another look over your shoulder.

Gaze trailing down his body, you notice the way his slacks bulged slightly.

His grip on the bowl in his hands tightened to the point he anticipated it’d shatter any second. Redirecting himself, he smiles politely at the member in front of him.

Not long after, Jud finally has a moment to himself. He whispers prayers into the deafening silence of the chapel. Repeated like a broken record, he begged for forgiveness as he rutted against the edge of the altar.

“Forgive me Father for I—Fuck.” Breathy whines echo through the corridor. He couldn’t bring himself to think of the consequences if someone saw him like this. The horror of you already knowing of his erection during mass was enough.

White linens draped across the shrine fisted in his hand, pretending it was the fabric of your frilly dress. He imagined hiking up the fabric and grinding against you. Letting out a particularly loud cry, it seemed to have summoned the worst.

“Excuse me, Father” Jud freezes, his already hot body now burning. He recognized that sultry sweet voice.

Casually flattening out the crumpled up cloth, he turns around to face you. There was no way to confirm or deny what you just witnessed.

Beetroot red with embarrassment, he clasps his hands together and flashes a formal smile. “What?” What do you need he meant to say, but it felt like he was choking on thorns; his words came out gruff. He wished nothing more than to be invisible at this very moment.

Your heels clacked against the tile as you approached him slowly. “Are you alright, Father?” In an attempt to back away, he corners himself against the Communion table. His jaw falls open to respond but nothing is said. Another step towards him and he’s already trembling.

“Don’t.” His voice lacked the firmness he intended. Ignoring his plea, you advance toward him until you stood toe to toe once more. Your cold stare fueled his desire. His head turned to the side. The last he needed was to face the woman who had him in a state he feared the Lord to see him in.

“Please.” He whispered futilely. His Adam’s apple bobbed, bringing attention to the tattoo that disappeared into his robes.

“What are you so scared of?” Your voice was similar to that of a siren’s call. Slowly turning to meet your eyes, Jud licks his lips. His mind drew a blank.

“You make me feel things I shouldn’t.” He shook his head as if to convince himself of his own words. Every centimeter closer you moved had him throbbing in his pants.

“What do you want?” He spat with just enough venom to get you to stop approaching while also igniting your interest. Once a high and holy man, reduced to a poor one who didn’t even know where to put his hands.

“Is this really what I do to you?” You couldn’t contain the smirk that threatened to pull at your lips. Your words were a welcoming invite that promised a faux heaven—or was it a faux hell, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he knew was how much he wanted you at this very moment. “Well, clearly that and more if you had to find release on an altar.”

Jud whines at the reminder. “What do you want” He repeats again, looking up at you like a kicked puppy.

“I think you know what I want, Father Jud.” The use of his title in such a profane situation had him making a complete fool of himself. Without even touching him, he was already writhing under your presence.

A light sheen of sweat formed on his forehead. You cornered him like a predator hunting its prey, reaching a hand out like a sharp claw. Shutting his eyes, he feels the habitual fit of his Roman collar loosen. Hesitantly, he opens his eyes to find yours focused on his neck.

As a priest, Jud was well aware of the attention the ink engraved into his skin drew. But clueless and eager to please, he reluctantly tugs his black collar down to provide a better view.

“I uhm, it’s quite old. An impulsive decision I made when I—ahh!” Your lips press against the green-aged tattoo.

Jud quickly grips your arm, his back arched and tensed against the edge of the altar. “Please, pleasestop.” The sounds of his moans bounced off the walls of the church, creating a perfectly pornographic hymn. “Oh—oh.”

Your fingertips danced against his black shirt, soon finding the buttons to undo. Following suit, your lips kiss down his neck, to his collarbones, and to his chest.

Each button undone revealed more secrets of his past. Tattoos he never bothered to get rid of and scars that never fully healed.

You let the shirt fall to the floor, his toned and tainted body now in all its glory. “Why would a handsome thing like you ever wanna hide this?”

His throat constricts in excitement as his eyes flutter. He looked anywhere but your direction, far too embarrassed and turned on than he’d like to admit.

You traced the tattoos that marked his shoulder and the scars along his ribs. Each brush of delicacy made him whimper quietly.

You pressed yourself close to him, your own leg slotted between his own. Your finger reaches to guide him to face you. There was a silent moment of agreement before you pressed a gentle kiss against his rough lips.

His stubble scratched at your opposed soft cheeks. He kisses back, starting gentle and holding back. Until your thigh rubbed insistently against his bulge, only then he kissed you harder. His lips merged against the curve of your own. He kissed you with such reverence, as if to combine your burning desires.

In a fit of passion, your teeth sunk into his lower lip. Earning a particularly lewd moan, his hips jerk against you. He pulls away shocked and red in the face. His chest heaved in sync with your own.

He squirms in attempt to move away from you before you place a hand on his hip to pin him to the altar. “P-please, I shouldn’t be doing this.” This time he sounded more feverish.

You scoff at his futile whines. Your thigh pressed against his own two harder, pulling a throaty moan from him. He nervously scrambles to cover his crotch with his hands, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Curiously, you remove your knee and brushed your fingers against his forearm, urging him to remove his hands. With quiet reluctance, his hands shy away to reveal a wet patch on his slacks.

“I haven’t even touched you properly.” It was fairly obvious Jud hadn’t been touched in so long he came himself out of excitement, but sparing him the embarrassment was no fun.

With his wet crotch on display for you, hiding it now was useless. Instead, he buries his face in his hands. His neck and the tips of ears turned a dusty shade of red. “I bet your poor cock is feeling so neglected right now, isn’t it Father?”

The sense of fake sympathy in your tone had Jud leaking more of himself into his briefs. Everything about this was awfully condescending and debauched. But every lowly look and comment from you had him throbbing. He just couldn’t help it.

Jud was utterly speechless; he couldn’t bring himself to embarrass himself anymore—even if it did get him off.

“What a slut.” You chuckle. The sound sent a pang through the pit in his stomach to his hard-on. With a choked sob, he thrusts against nothing, missing the warmth of your leg against him. He was helpless without your guidance.

“What am I to do with you now?” You tap your chin sardonically. The smirk on your lips tug into a greater curl as you spot the silver bowl of excess ashes from earlier. Moving without warning, the built warm atmosphere between you two dissolves, leaving Jud to whine noisily.

“Wait wait wait, please. Don’t leave me, please I’ll- I’ll do anything.” He didn’t know what to do with himself. On the verge of tears and falling to your feet, he grips the table behind him. He feared touching you unsolicited. You couldn’t help but only laugh at his pleas.

Reaching for the bowl, you return to your spot in front of him. “What are you going to do with that?” He pants. Your silence killed him; the anticipation was too much.

His eyes follow your thumb as it dipped into the black mass. He bites his lip, watching every twitch of your expression and bodily movement.

“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Your finger swipes against his chest. Jud arches his back into your touch. He watches as you continuously bring more ashes to his chest, one drag after another. The feeling of your finger pad against him burned a memory into his skin. Instead of feeling cleansed, each stroke signified dirty, filthy sins committed.

Looking down at your thumb covered in ash, you point it up to his mouth. “Lick.” You demand. With an averse nod, he sucks gently at your thumb. The bitter taste of the soot mingled with the salty taste of flesh on his tongue. Satisfied, you remove your finger and took a step back to admire your handiwork.

SLUT, the words smeared across his chest read. Ignorant to your work, he looks up at you with wide, trusting eyes. “Real fitting,” He opens his mouth to speak but you quickly fill the space between his lips with your tongue. You delve deep into a passionate kiss. Hands felt up your body, finding familiarity and comfort in the curves of your hips and waist.

Your own hands danced around the tone muscle of his torso. They trailed down his waist to his hips. Your body followed along, traveling down south till your hands squeezed his tensing thighs.

With his lips finally free, he asks, “What’s it say?” His words were awfully quiet, yet they still seemed to bounce off the walls of the cathedral. Your hot hands unbuckle the cool metal of his belt, yanking off his pants enough to see his swollen cock emerge from his waistband.

“Slut.” A moan slips from him at the way you said it. It sounded so vulgar, more degrading than the way it smeared across his chest.

His pink-flushed tip leaks with opaque pre-cum. Dripping evidence of his desperation for you, falling onto the sleek leather of his shoes. Your thumb swipes along his slit, jerking him off slowly. Your palm glides along his slick skin, his breath hitching. With your free hand, you find your way under your frilly dress to hook your thumb into the elastic band of your panties to pull down.

Jud was too lost in the way your wrist churned him to notice the dual movement of your hands. It wasn’t until your hand left him and the cool air of the church hit him and your dress was hiked up to reveal your mound. The act was so innocently sinful. Showing off such an intimate part of yourself that was once hidden by a pure white cloth.

Hunger consumed him. His hands were on you in an instant, holding your face as he kissed you. All you could do was hold him back; his teeth knocked against yours in a desperate hurry. Lips caught between bites, fingers laced between hairs. “Tastes so, so good.” He practically drooled.

His hands suddenly found the underside of your thighs, lifting you with ease to sit you onto the table behind you. He pulls away to admire the mess of your hair and the swollen red of your lips. Your dress flips up as he inspects the wet, puffy folds of your sex. “Christ, you’re soaked..” He’s absolutely astounded at the look of you.

He positions you close to the edge, his right scrambling to grab hold of his cock. You clench around nothing as his tip nudges against your entrance. With a final pleading look into your eyes, you give a nod. His eyes never leave yours as his hips inch towards your own. His jaw falls open as he struggles to fit into the tightness of your pussy.

All that left his mouth were prayers. Prayers of mercy under your name. He babbles mindlessly as he thrusts into you slowly.

“You’re so fuckin’ good, I can’t help myself. Shouldn’t be doing this—at all.” The last thing Jud could admit was how much the reminder of how wicked these acts were turned him on. His eyelids drooped as his hips finally met yours. Your face scrunched in pleasure, eyes shutting tight. A string of repeated curses and his name fall from your lips.

The stretch was borderline unbearable. Judd wasn’t exactly long, but hell—was he thick. Your pussy fluttered around his cock that invaded spaces of pleasure you weren’t even aware of until now.

His fingers grip you roughly to steady himself from fucking you senseless. You guide one of his hands to rub your clit. He looks at you with big trusting eyes as he rubs tight, firm circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Yes, fuck.” You sigh, your head tilted back.

His focus shifts to every part of you. From the way you clenched around him when he rubbed just right, to the sweat droplets that ran down the column of your throat. Your moans were angelic hymns to his sinner ears.

“‘M I doing good?” His thumb switches between slow up and down strokes to faster circles around your clit. Slick and sweat clung to your bodies, highlighting every slap obscenely. The wetness of your pussy echoed in Jud’s ears like a driving force.

You held the back of his neck, pulling him closer to reserve the heat between your bodies. “Doing so fuckin good for me.” At that he lets out a hefty groan.

Your tongue darts out and licks the shell of his reddening ear. You continue to whisper dirty praises that have him crying to meet your hips with every lazy thrust.

He sighs hot air into your neck. “You keep this up I don’t think I can hold on for much longer” Even as it felt as if needles left his throat as he talked, he still managed a stifled laugh. He was only half joking anyway. Not even God could blame him with the way your tongue danced around the dips and nooks of his ear like a skilled ballerina.

His head pulls away to meet your eyes. They gleamed a sinister color, beaming vividly when they trailed down to the writing on his chest. By now, it’d faded into a faint runny mess. Sweat stuck and lumped the streaks of ashes. But clear as day, the letters still spelt out his sin.

The pounding of skin against skin thumped against his eardrums. His cock ached and twitched within you. The curve of him hit you just right, spilling more of yourself over his thighs. Slick and pulsing, you had him absolutely pussy-drunk. His mind was mush, his legs jelly. His thrusts became ragged and uneven.

With a dissatisfied whine, you grip the wrist of his hand that threatened to lay limp against your clit. “You keep this up I won’t let you come.” He pouts at you and mumbles a lazy yes’m before his thumb is pinching and circling your clit and his hips are snapping against yours with hard, sharp thrusts.

Your head falls back in tandem with his heavy hips slapping against yours. The look of your neck—so perfect, unmarked and untouched—sent Jud’s brain to spiral. Without a second thought his lips latch onto your skin. They suck gently at first before biting. With every thrust his teeth bit harder until your voice cried his name hoarsely.

“‘M sorry, ‘m so sorry.” He moaned as his drool wets your neck. The way your throat bobbed against his silken tongue had him teetering just on edge. “Can I come? Please, I’ve been so good.” His thrusting quickens by a hair. He was so far gone, his own body was beginning to betray him.

You shake your head, humming a firm mm-mm. “Make me come first.” By the looks of your fucked-out face, Jud anticipated your orgasm soon. No longer bothering to correct his tempo, he resorts to more emphasized thrusts. His lips glistened with his drool, gradually pooling on his lower lip. With his jaw slack, he lets the saliva trickle until it hits your clit like molten.

Your mouth fell open as a moan escapes, smirking as his finger worked his spit and your fluids around your nub. Looking up to see your proud expression, Jud feels a sense of pride that sends a wave of pleasure through his dick.

“I c-can’t—“ A tear falls down the side of his face, his breaths becoming more labored. You ignore his pleas, leaning up to lick the salty drop from his skin.

At the same time the gentle curl of his cock hits you just right, unexpectedly sending you  over the edge.

With a newfound purpose, Jud could sense his impending orgasm. His sweat sleeked palm slipped from your hip, making you lose balance on the table beneath you. He panted and pleaded like a dog. His chin was tucked into his neck, admiring the way the lips of your pussy kissed the base of his cock.

Your finger traced the remnants of dust across his chest, sending a shiver down his spine and making him arch against your touch. “Look at you, a mess. Pathetic slut.” That did it.

One final thrust and his body limped over yours as he spilled himself into you. With a satisfied sigh, he lifts his head from your neck to meet your eyes.

“Th-Thank you.” He keeps himself buried in you as he leans in for another kiss.

A/N: me after writing more fics rather than continuing the ones that have people filling my inbox with requests for 

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till the bed creaks like his old man bones

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jealous, hot and heavy sex with tommy and praising the shit outta him because he was feelin a little possessive and insecure after the way joel was sweet talking you at the bar

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yall my beta readers are so unloyal, im getting ghosted left and right

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thanks for the fanfic suggestion, tiktok

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happy ash wednesday!!

imagine body writing with ashes on jud

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photo i accidently took of connor’s fingers😩

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how it feels discussing the details of a character’s genitals

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as much as i wanna bounce on it crazy style, the idea of wireplay and fucking every other part of connor is just soo… mmphhh

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♡⸝⸝

DC

𐔌 what vigilante sends you after a stressful night with the 11th street kids 

𐔌 adrian chase being a pussy lovin’ bitch 

𐔌 pussydrunk!clark kent 

Marvel

𐔌 steve rogers lovesssss thigh fucking

𐔌 tired and pent up after returning from the office, matt murdock relieves himself by playing with your pussy

 𐔌 doms like bucky need to be taken care of too

Games

𐔌 overly sensitive rk800 connor coming himself after begging to get the synthetic cum update

𐔌 pegging feminized!leon kennedy

𐔌 lazy fingering with joel miller in bed

𐔌 cheating!joel noticing his cute neighbor on a run and inviting her in after his wife left 

𐔌 husband!john price missed you alllll day at work, he can’t help but fuck you in the living room 

Movies

𐔌 father jud fucking you in his clergymen clothes after swearing upon every angel he wouldn’t 

𐔌 patrick zweig being his cocky self and sizing himself on your tummy 

𐔌 patrick zweig’s got a sweet tooth 

𐔌 art donaldson fucks hard and fast when he’s mad over another lost game 

𐔌 art donaldson has morning wood and just couldn’t resist you

A/N: happy valentines you freaks!! i genuinely doom scrolled porn on twt to find these

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yall bouta be soooo sick of me

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just read god & monsters, and these two are just freak for freak aaaaaa

srsly tho, IT WAS SO HOT??? you got magic in your touch, mama. it's cliterally insane 😝🙏

you getting a fat kiss, anon