Seven Deadly Sins Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

He dips his middle finger down my throat making me gag on it as my spits poured down the side of my lips. “Mine.” A deadly smile curved on his lips as he watched me struggle. “I have always wished this was my fucking cock; you have made me even more insane fucking you in every damn dream; you have made me wait for so long, Anima mia (my soul).” More tears trailed down my eyes as he dipped a second finger down my throat making me gag even more.

Tom did not take the accusation lightly, his hands clenched under Suzanne’s. The vampire proceeded to explain, “All the seven deadly sins that humanity is guilty of; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride have somehow created a splinter to the gates of hell. The black mist is but the beginning.” “Technically, you are a part that damnation,” Tom retaliated. The vampire covered his mouth in mock surprise, “Touche…but like I said before, my kind and I played no part in this. Look, I am here to offer my aid. I am not your enemy.”

“Small. Delicate. Like you.” “I’m not delicate.” “No?” Rev’s hand spread across her ribs, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the fabric. “You’re shaking.” “That’s not fear.” Rev’s breath hitched. “What is it?” “You know what it is.” Rev leaned down, her mouth close to Cosima’s ear. “Tell me anyway.” “I want you to touch me.” “I am touching you.” “More. I want more.” **Chapter 4: After the Needle** Rev made a sound, half laugh, half groan. “You’re going to be the death of me.” She pulled back, professional again. “Let me prep you first.”

Every image of him with her burned through me like fire, and the guilt mixed with jealousy until I couldn’t tell which was worse. Chiara’s voice echoed in my head — He’s trouble. Elena’s too — You can’t play with him and walk away. They were right. And still, I couldn’t stop wanting to hurt him back. To make him feel what he’d made me feel. I stood up, breathing hard, my reflection trembling in the fountain water. “Fine,” I whispered to myself. “If he wants to play, I’ll play too.” My hands curled into fists. The guilt faded, replaced by something colder, sharper.

“I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.” Finn’s wolf stirred, roaring inside him as he leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. “You have seven days to enact your revenge. Do whatever you can with me… and I will do whatever I want with you,” he whispered, sliding his hands slowly between her thighs, sending a pulse of heat through her entire body. He pressed closer, wings brushing her sides, lips grazing hers as his words sank in like fire. “But if you fail… on the seventh day, I claim not only your soul, but you.”

He had already made a decision, but he was afraid that his heart would overpower his rational mind. He had a lot of questions for himself, questions that he couldn't answer. He was looking forward to seeing Carnation. He wanted to tell her that his feelings were more than just admiration. He wanted to take her away from Wregan. He only wants Carnation for himself! But a part of him believes it's a selfish move. Then he hears a voice in his head telling him that women are pure evil, and Carnation is already causing havoc in his entire system. This is totally wrong! He needs to get away from all of this bullshit. He wants to make amends with his f*ck'n self and return to his former self. His c

The red colour on her only whetted his appetite. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, to feel the velvety texture of her skin. He wanted to tear off the taunting crimson dress off her and pin her against the wall, holding her open as he thrust wildly into her. He wanted to feel her clenching against his thick shaft, to fuck her like a savage. And then, the evil part of him wanted more. The need to inflict pain on her, to tarnish her body, to destroy her for marrying his brother. For the deal, her father came up with. His jaw clenched and hazy clouds of lust replaced with bubbling rage.

“Retirement doesn’t pay well.” Lust appeared beside him, hair aflame in the storm light, eyes glowing pink with fury and affection alike. “Let’s make sure no one touches that tree or them.” Together, the two sins stepped into the storm, their powers intertwining in a dazzling wave of scarlet and gold. Desire and Avarice ---Greed and Lust reunited in war. And somewhere above the chaos, Lucifer’s crimson gaze flicked down for just a second, recognizing the flare of familiar sin. A faint, grim smile ghosted across his lips. “The Seven rise again,” he murmured.