#I don't believe in God but I feel so calm in churches and temples

[teaboot]

nah, not Agnostic like "I'll believe it when I have proof" or Faithful like "I don't need proof" but something Different, like "I've Seen Over And Over Something Which Could Be Proof, Proof Of Something, Of Anything, Like I've Spoken Into The Void And The Void Has Listened Quietly And Said Nothing Back, But Still, I Have Been Heard, And The Act Of Listening Is The Invisible Difference Between Absence And Inaction Which Has Meaning Only To A Speaker Who Wishes To Be Heard, But I Fear The Power Of Blind Servitude And Delusion, And So I Remain On The Edge, Looking Out Into The Abyss, And Throw Small Stones In The Hope Of Hearing Them Hit The Bottom, And None Ever Do" and really, I'd be happy to follow any god who wants to be kind

Not a Christian not an Atheist but a third, secret thing (superstitious and a bit fucked up)

[sprunkisongville]

A small blurb my partner and I wrote- I wrote Minty, it wrote Jevin. Also, before you read, here is some info on the religions of Selete:

Jevin’s Cult: Bluebird Church/The Prophets of God. (Jevin begins seeing visions- originally he faked them, but now they’re real.)

Prunism: Most common- it’s similar Christianity

Klacism: Second most common- similar to that of Paganism

Muthoism: Satanism basically- “Satan” is Muthos, “God” is Selete himself

There’s also Athiesm.

“Five…. Four… three… two… one…”

Counting down kept her calm, she thought. It kept her thinking, to keep her brain from breaking apart into shattered pieces of glass like the mosaics depicting this exact scene in her precious church.

She fidgeted with her skirt and kept herself in the kids “friendship room”, holding a cross close to her chest and repeating a count down over and over to herself in a hushed voice, scared of being caught- punished by god for trying to appease Him so brutally when she was taught that that was what He wanted.

He stares at the sky and it stares back. Millions of glaring eyes focused on the torment of the people he considered to be his friends, not to mention his lover and child. Gruesome, the deaths. Violent and brutal and unbecoming of those who are good. Those who are faithful. Had they deserved it? For angering God? For not worshipping Him as Jevin had?

Bad things happen to good people, and good things are happening to him on this endless day of judgement. His senses feel almost heightened, and it disgusts as much as it relieves him that he almost feels at home in this nightmarish realm. He knows when Minty enters His church, feels as she drips the blood of others on sacred ground. He doesn't have to walk very far from his observation point to get to her.

“...Minty. You're alive. Why are you here?”

“I am not enough for the lord… I am to be punished, my leader… why hasn’t he punished me for not pleasing him…? Why does he punish others and not myself? Is this my punishment?”

“You shall not question Him. It's of bad faith.” he continues, hushed, as though the walls aren't made of ears sending their reverie straight to Him. “You need all the help you can get in this place. Be grateful to Him for what He has granted you. It might keep you safe.” He says nothing more before walking off. He doesn't like not knowing exactly what's happening with the others.

“…Jevin?”

“Yes, my child?” 

“…Your husband. He-“

…

“He shot himself on the holy grounds upon witnessing his son's corpse. I’m sorry.”

“I already know. Thank you, Minty. It's a shame we won't find each other in heaven in the great after, but I will persevere for our eternal paradise. I only hope that Sky might be there too.”

“…You do not seem upset, my leader. Why?”

“I have to believe that our lord and savior has a plan for all of us, and we are only meant to follow it. If I don't… if you don't…” He stares off, feeling the ground rumble with holy righteousness.

“Apologies, I should not doubt, and neither should you. He has His plans and we will be saved when our deaths are earned. Until then we must stay faithful, and accept this holy gift from above.”

“…And if I was questioning my faith…? W… what then, Jevin…? I’ve murdered for the sake of my safety, and- and for what… for… for endless torture anyways? Nothing has changed and nothing will… if there is a god, he is a murderous, disgusting thing for an Angel, and I-… If I stopped believing in him, would you still love me…?”

“... We are meant to love everyone, even the misguided. I would recommend you cease this heresy now. Be grateful that you live, enjoy this life He has given you, and do not speak ill of His name in His temple. I will not welcome you back into the safety of my- of our God's church if you keep speaking in such a way, my child.”

“…No. I’m not living…”

She stands, still holding the cross to her chest for a while longer before setting it aside- even reaching under her collar to pull out her necklace and removing that too.

“You are like family to me, Jevin. But I…”

…

“There is a reason our brothers and sisters have left us behind. Your prophecies may be right, but our god’s morals are questionable, and I refuse to do his disgusting bidding any longer to save others- there are other ways to save them than joining in on their deaths. That is not saving- that is cowardice and joining in on the dangerous, disgusting man you once called a boyfriend. God can come for me all he wants. I care not anymore.”

“Then leave this place. Abandon me. I… I care not what you might do, but I hope your faith leading up to this will be enough to save you. I do… I do hope I see you once I'm in the pearly gates. Goodbye, Minty. You may no longer seek refuge in my place of worship.”

“…I love you. Thank you for giving me a purpose for a short while… but I have nothing for myself anymore but an empty shell.”

She walks towards the exit, clutching her chest like she used to in order to fidget with a necklace no longer there. It used to make her feel safe… now it felt hollow without it, despite the sinking feeling it began to face her once the judgment began.

The sky is as red as the blood of the sacrificed.

“…Five… four… three… two… one…”

…

She laughed to herself.

Why was she alive? Such a coward.

[swallow17]

I guess we still need rituals.

Today, one of my friends had a freaking big exam. The freaking big exam, the one she was crying over on my kitchen floor three months ago. It's a tough one, one I passed six years ago; you have to pass two parts of that thing, and, even if you do, there's no guarantee you'll get the job. And it was extra difficult for her; she didn't study the degree that gives you the best chance to pass the first part of the exam —that one that basically examines you of the contents of that four-year degree she does not have.

And she passed the first part. With a 70%, no less.

You can believe me if I tell you that's a lot. She basically had to study a degree all on her own, while working, and she freaking did it. So, big accomplishment; but today was the second part of this exam, and, for me, personally, the worst one. 'Cause it's the one in which you don't have to write, but to speak. You have to defend your project in front of a comittee that will decide if you're suit for the job or not, and you must do it perfectly. No mistakes allowed.

So yeah, she was nervous. And I didn't have the stomach to let her face this shit alone, even though she insisted. "I can do it on my own," she said that like a hundred times. Followed by about a thousand "I don't want to bother you", "It's a lot to ask", etc. Well, the thing is she wasn't asking. I wanted to help, so I didn't give her the chance to say "no". I travelled early to the city where she had the exam, that is not the home place of any of us, drove her from the hotel to the examining board, waited there with her trying to keep her calm, and took care of her things when she finally entered the exam. Then, I had two hours for myself.

I honestly didn't feel like sitting there for two hours. I literally can't just wait around, so I decided to search a church on my phone and go light a couple of candles. I really don't know if I believe in God and all of that, but that's what my grandma would have done if I was the one facing the exam. And I feel strangely compelled to keep her alive, somehow.

So, I found a church. I lit some candles to the carving of Mary, 'cause I feel a certain sympathy for her and she makes me think of nature, forests and rebirth. Also, I bear her name, so in case there's really someone listening, she might be proner to help me. I stayed there for a while, looking at my little flames, enjoying the coolness of the air inside the temple, the silence.

I left a bit later and I found a supermarket where I grabbed a couple of sandwiches, a giant bottle of Nestea and some chocolate, and run to wait for my friend outside the place where she was doing her defence. I assumed she'd be hungry, after such a long morning. I don't know. Sometimes I just act on impulse, but I like to think that's what anyone would do. Trying to help, I mean.

She exited the premises a few minutes later, and she was a mess. She was immensely happy 'cause the ordeal was finished; she was kinda satisfied 'cause she felt the committee liked her work. She was shaking from the stress and anxiety she'd been juggling for months. And she bursted into tears when I handed her the food. It was like watching the breaking of a dam; once the water started to leak, it couldn't be stopped. So I hugged her, at my best capacity, and let her cry until she was finally relaxed. Then, we walked to my car.

She was talking non-stop then, about everything she wants to do this summer, all of her plans for the future, and also the ones for our shared part of this future. And then, suddenly, she said "I'm gonna cry a lot when I finally see you in your wedding gown, y'know?" I don't remember what my answer was, but I guess I joked or said something silly, 'cause that's what I always do. I drove her to the train station, so she'd catch the train that would take her back to the place she was born, the stretch of land between the desert and the sea, under a million stars. She made me promise I'd visit her there soon. I guess I'll go, if I can.

So, after that, I hopped back in my car and drove back to the city, to meet another friend. It is amazing, the number of friends I have for the unbelievable dull person I am. Anyway, we spent the afternoon walking around this fairytale forest, right by the river banks, under the shadow of Snow White's castle. And I kept thinking about those words.

Why would anyone cry just by seeing me in a wedding gown? I'm getting married next year, yes, but that can't be unexpected to anyone. I've been in love with my fiancé for the last ten years; we went back and forth a lot, that's a fact, and there were other in the middle, but our comicly messy love story would make for another full post. Anywise, our wedding is something that's been largely anticipated. It's just a confirmation, a way of putting into the eyes of gods and men what's already been obvious for everyone; that I love that man, and I'll do until my dying day. And that he feels the same way about me.

So, why all the fuzz about the wedding gown?

I couldn't reach any conclusion, so I just enjoyed the coolness of the river. July in Spain can be boiling hot, so we refreshed our hair with water from a nearby creek and, after a while, I headed back home, in a different, duller town. No fairytale castles. No magical rivers.

Why would anyone cry over my wedding?

I arrived home, greeted my beautiful giant cat, waited until the nightfall to open the windows and refresh the house. Then, I hopped in the shower and open the cold water tap.

I was still thinking about the wedding thingy. I imagined the moment at the altar, that moment where I would say the words, "I take thee to be my lawfully wedded husband" and all of that (in a different language, ofc) and I suddenly started giggling like a teenager over the thought of kissing my husband there. My husband.

I have been called "cold" in multiple occasions. I am afraid I am, indeed, quite cold. I'm not good at physical contact, it makes me overly anxious. I'm not good opening myself to others, the words just refuse to leave my throat. I'm excedendly good at being alone. I kinda like being alone.

I guess I am, somehow, cold even with myself. I still don't completely understand what makes me so happy about the wedding, but it does.

In the end, it comes all to the same place. The little flames in the church, my white gown and the red poppies on the wedding invitations. None of those mean a great deal by themselves, but there's a shine that only our hearts can provide. The candle which is hope for a better future, a bearer of good wishes. The white dress my mum and one of my friends helped me pick, that makes me feel beautiful. The red poppies that combine his favorite color with my soul raised between wheat fields.

None of those are that important, as such. But they're part of a ritual. A ritual of asking for help for those we can help no more; a ritual to celebrate love, life, a shared future.

So here I am, writing down my thoughts. Putting them into words, in a language that's not my own, trying to force them to make sense, capturing them in such a way I can get some distance. In a way I can understand them. Because that's the ritual I've always used to survive.

Society has grown out the need of many things. It appears that we don't need faith anymore, nor traditions, nor all of those rituals that marked the years and seasons for my gipsy orthodox grandmother, for the celtic catholic one. Churches are more of a touristic atraction than a place of worship. Local festivities revolve around loud music and alcohol. And I don't see that many people paying attention to legends and folklore, though there's a sort of revival of that last one in some circles.

But my friend will cry when she sees me in a wedding gown. I'll giggle at the thought of saying "I do". My dad will read the words I asked him to in a cracking voice, because he'll be giving his daughter away. It does not matter if I already live with my fiancé. If does not matter if, for the last three years, we've been inseparable. It will be in that place, at that moment, when it will be palpable, undeniable.

It is a ritual. And, for us, it's the ritual what makes it real.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Lol! Hole-y! XD

Puns are always fun!

While I can understand that... I dunno, I guess that there's just... something... about a small congregation all singing together from the hymnal, where it's mostly just our voices with maybe one or two instruments that just feels... right...

With the big churches & the projectors & stuff, I've noticed that it feels more like a performance. And while, yes, the congregation gets to sing there, too. It feels like the band is the focus.

But when it's a little church with a wooden podium. When the ladies there feel free to smile at you & joke with you & give you gifts for your graduation because they're proud of you. When you feel safe asking questions of the pastor because yeah, he's a bit hard of hearing, but he's welcoming & loves God so much & legitimately wants to help.

When the pastor doesn't only preach the fire & brimstone, but also the overwhelming love that God has for us.

In this way, it's more evenly balanced & more honest, which in my experience, is more honest than if it's nothing but fire & brimstone or nothing but all the love.

When it's small & cozy. I guess that it all just feels more personal.

Now, I'm not saying that I dislike the music in those mega churches, but I guess that I just feel like... something gets inadvertently lost.

But then, maybe that's just my personal preference? When I'd gone to a couple of the bigger churches, I guess that it all just came across as too theatrical. It felt like it lost a bit of its soul.

So because of personal experiences with the Christian religion and churches, I get very bad anxiety attacks being inside of church. The only thing that calms me while inside of one, is music.

I adore hymns and songs sang from choirs or the people of the church, and I adore music sang from instruments and bands. I will agree that small churches provide less anxiety to me, less people, feels like less judgement, its more cozy.

IN MY OPINION (This isn't a universal experience I know) There are not enough small churches in my opinion, and that the large churches do not provide the actual *something* of a religious experience. While I have felt a sensation of something in a small church I once went to with a friend, I have never felt it in a more commercial church. I fully agree that the community of a smaller church makes it a home and brings people together.

(Of course, not all small churches are like this. I know some are corrupt like the big ones, judgement because its a small town or the pastor believes more brimstone than forgiveness. To those who deal with those sorts of churches, I am so sorry you have to do so. I hope those who do follow the Christian faith find a church perfect for you and your style of worship!)

If you don't mind me asking, Relig Anon, how many churches did you go through until you found the one that spoke to you? Were you raised in the church or did you have to hunt to peck?

To clarify to any reading: I am an Omnist. Omnism is the belief in all religions. I also claim to be an Agnostic Omnist, because I have no truths nor facts of which are real/fake/lied about/stretched/etc so I give my belief and respect to all of them. I was raised Nondenominational Christian, then went through the stages of Atheist, Agnostic, Wiccan, Pagan, Agnostic, Omnist, to my now claimed stage of Agnostic Omnist. I love to learn about all religions and experiences, and though I do not go to a Church or Temple myself, I do love to hear about them.

[ladamedemartel]

@lordofthestrix I've been meaning to make this a starter and now Aurora's back on her Catholic bullshit

He arrived as silent as a whisper. Disappointment always followed that first step through the threshold. Eternally displeased not one temple so far had the common decency to try to reduce him to ashes the moment he visited. But in the end you could not blame an empty household for a poor greeting. Vampires were not capable of entering anyone's home without direct invitation. There were some obvious truths to be surmised out of how effortlessly they could move in an out of churches. Be it by non-existence. Be it by abandonment. In the end the specifics on why these places were empty cadavers paying tribute to uncaring listeners was of little importance. He advanced. Passing pews of an absent congregation and stained glass windows of alluring colors that emulated the tactics of some carnivore plants when enticing their prey. Each step in muted and vanquishing opposition to this altar to the depraved virtues of the most corrupted understanding of purity and the veneration of guilt. He found her at the front row seat of this calamity. Observing her praying figure while trying to glimpse at her inner location without a word. Determining if it was immediate intervention or calm indulgence that the situation demanded. Cursing whatever set of circumstances guided her to this corner of the abyss tonight and strategizing to the best of his ability in order to steer this instance into a one-time incident before it could escalate into the dangers her more fanatic periods were to her own well-being. Cursing himself as well, perhaps. And whatever failure of the world he helped to forge outside these vile walls made her fell she needed this. It was a wicked irony. For churches to be the only place in existence that could make Tristan de Martel experience a pervasive sense of hopelessness. In the end he waited for her to finish. Although an innate instinct regarding the temperature when the two shared a room drove him to place his black coat over her shoulders. Greeting her with a touch of his lips on her hair was a vastly more selfish gesture. He should be able to acquire this place and demolish it until not even dust remains before the end of the week. And that small solace while silently waiting for her was like the flicker of a candle in this haven of darkness.

Much like Aurora's own face, the visage of a church rarely changed throughout the centuries. Sure, their were slight modifications: a change in the style of earrings, cameras on the walls, a new mascara, a microphone wire. All changes that required scrutiny. Aurora knew something of scrutiny in that moment. She could feel Tristan's entrance. Everything about it was restrained. Aurora tried not to focus on it much. She tried not to listen to see if Tristan would reach for the holy water at the door to bless himself or if he would pass by it entirely; it was useful that holy water could not actually harm them so if any mortal every questioned their humanity, such rumors were quickly dispelled with a visit to Mass.

Despite her best efforts to ignore her brother's presence to finish her conversation, she could not focus when Tristan's presence was so much more demanding than that of the deity that she was not yet convinced that she actually believed in. "If God could make others feel his presence the way that I felt yours when you walked in, none of us would have such a hard time believing in him." Aurora greeted as she rose to her feet.

She crossed the space between them, the heels of her boots echoing with each step until she reached him, kissed his forehead in return for the kiss to her hair, and then sat beside him. Aurora took his hand then, lacing her fingers with his and brought his hand to her lips to kiss. "It's pretty in here, don't you think?" she took their joined hands and pointed up to a series of paintings on the ceiling, each depicting Mary in various incarnations as she had appeared to the faithful throughout the world. "These certainly weren't done by Michaelangelo, but they're pretty, all the same. Surely you can at least admit that much."

[hvitserkmarcosource]

Into The Woods

(Hvitserk x Reader)

Warnings: 18+ , Smut, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Christian x Viking)

Requested by @lady-valkyrie

Word Count: 1,928

I hope everyone enjoys! My requests are still open, if anyone wants one, send me a message!

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It was stupid, you knew it was, but you were dying of thirst and the men at camp weren’t going to fetch any water. “Stupid pompous, ignorant men” you grumble to your self as you walk further into the woods.

You were stationed at camp, a skilled nurse and an even better cook, waiting for this war to be over. You can’t understand why King Alfred would want to start a war with people who were once his allies. It boggles your mind terribly.

But who are you to judge... that’s right, no one.

You are a simple cristian, a servant to Alfred, and nothing more... isn’t that exciting. You roll your eyes at your own thoughts. Finding yourself angrier the further you walk. Stepping in mud and God knows what else.

After a long while you find the stream and your anger slowly starts to fade. The water is so beautiful and you guess nature isn’t so bad... The Lord made everything here so you should appreciate it more. You should stop and bask in all that the Lord has made, let it soak in and wash away all of your sins-

“Well well well, what brings you to our side of the camp little bird?”

You freeze, because what else could you possibly do in a situation like this.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles “You are a Christian yes? I have not seen you before and trust me I would have remembered you”

You nod, it seems a cat has indeed got your tongue.

“Are you alone, little bird?” He asks

And that’s when you start to cry. You are alone, so terribly terribly alone, with no means to protect yourself and no one to help. Or hear your screams.

The man gets off of his horse and before you know it you’re running, running across the stream and as far away from this Pagan as possible. He was going to kill you, that’s for certain. He’ll kill you and send your head back to camp as a message.

Strong hands grab you and wrap around your mouth to silence your screams. Your body is pushed into a tree and you wince in pain. “Stay quiet” he warns “I don’t want to hurt you. This war is idiotic and unessesary… Will you be calm if I remove my hand?”

You nod frantically

True to his word he released you, spinning you around to face him he says “See much better, I was not trying to frighten.”

“You can understand my fear, I hope.”

He smiles “She has her voice back, praise the gods.”

“God” you correct him, to which he smirks

“You have your God and I have mine, I never understood why it is such a crime for people

to believe in different things. Why it has started wars”

“Because men like to fight” you answer him “They would rather be bloody on a battlefield than silent in a temple or church.”

He sighs “I guess you’re right… I’m Hvitserk.”

“I’m-“

“Don’t tell me, it is better I don’t know who you are” Confusion must have been clear on your face because he explains himself “If you are of importance I will have to do things I don’t want to do”

“O-oh”

For a moment a silence falls between the two of you. Your back still against the tree and Hvitserk still standing closer to you than he should be. However, you're not uncomfortable… he is handsome for a heathen. He isn’t filthy or fat. He’s young and,

you’re sure, fit under the layers of fur and armor.

“You’re staring, little bird.” He says softly

“So are you”

He chuckles “You are beautiful, you can not blame me”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you desperately try to avoid eye contact.

“Do you have a husband?” He asks “Is there a man back at camp that is missing you?”

You shake your head “No one is missing me, I doubt they even know I exist”

In an instant his lips are on yours, making your head spin… this is so wrong. He may be handsome but he’s the enemy and this is a sin.

You push him away and wipe your mouth off with the sleeve of your dress. “How dare you!” You yell “Why would you do that?”

He shrugs “You are beautiful and all alone… and I want to have sex”

You gasp at how crass this man is being “Well you’re just going to have to find someone else-“

He cuts off your sentence with a laugh “You liked it, admit it, little Cristian.” He points at you “A Pagan made you want to break the rules.”

You scoff “That simply isn’t true”

“Then why is your face red and why did it take you so long to push me away. I thought you Cristians couldn’t lie”

You clear your throat “We can’t, I am not lying.”

He steps closer, so close that you begin to get hot. You can feel the sin creeping into your brain. You want him to kiss you again. In fact you want him to do more than kiss you. You want him to throw you up against this tree and make you forget everything about your teachings.

“Little bird, I’m going to kiss you again.” He says it softly, so soft you almost don’t hear it. “I’ll be gentle and I promise it will feel good… and when we’re done you’ll come back to camp with me and forget all about your King Alfred and his Wessex.”

Your lips meet, and your breath leaves your lungs. Your legs turn to jelly and knees buckle as he rests your body against the tree. One of his hands comes up to grab your leg and you let him. You let him hike up your skirt and wrap your leg around his hip.

You let him kiss your neck and leave little bites. You let him mark your sensitive flesh. Bruise you.

Your mind is fuzzy, blissed out by how good he’s making you feel. You’ve never felt like this before and my God you don’t want it to end.

His hips rut into yours and you moan, head tossed back and bottom lip between your teeth. He curses in his language and it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever heard. That alone must be a sin.

“Please- Please-“ you don’t know what you're asking him to do, why you're begging like this, but you are and he seems to enjoy it. His lips are on yours again, more aggressive than last time and more heated. You’re moaning like a whore and he’s growling like an animal. Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment, you are so going to Hell for this.

His hand slips inside of your undergarments and a small cry leaves your lips when he starts playing with you. Coating his fingers in your wetness and then gently rubbing the most sensitive part of you. You grab onto his shoulders for more support, feeling a fire burning in your belly like a hot coil that is getting ready to snap.

“Let go little bird.”

And you do, that hot coil inside of you snaps and you're reduced to a moaning sobbing mess of pleasure. You’re whispering his name when he lays you down on the ground.

He starts kissing your neck, your face, and lastly your lips “That was so good, so good little bird… are you ready for me now?”

You nod and are rewarded with another kiss. The both of you melt into it just for a moment. It’s slow and sensual and everything you’ve imagined a kiss to be like. You’ve decided you could stay like this with Hvitserk forever.

Once more, you allow him to push your skirt up, his head dips down but you’re too nervous to look. Too nervous, so you close your eyes. You let him kiss your ankles all the way to your hip bone, you let him slide your undergarments down, and you let him kiss below your belly button. “I will not lie, this is going to hurt a little in the beginning. But only for a moment… Is that ok?”

Your voice is shaky when you answer, the fear starting to kick in. You say “Yes” anyway. You don’t know what possesses you, may it be a demon or just the man hovering over you, but you want this. You want this probably as much as he does.

The sin is exciting. The chance of getting caught out in the open. The scandal that your first time will be with an enemy of Wessex. It’s all too exciting.

Your consent is all he needs, it all happens so fast you barely have time to register the sharp pain in your core. And the more he moves the better it feels.

A moan slips from your lips and he starts to pick up the pace, hitting a part of you you never knew existed. “You feel so good little bird- fuck… so good”

You cry out and your body convulses. His thrusts are so powerful that your body moves backwards every time he pushes into you. He buries his face in your neck, moaning and cursing like a mad man.

Your hands search for something to hold on to, finally coming to rest on his upper arms, your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt. “More” you whisper, arching your hips as much as you can. Trying to get more of him inside of you. His hand reaches down and starts to rub circles into your bundle of nerves, sending you into sensory overload.

Another moment of sin, you make the first move and pull him into a kiss. It’s hot and messy and- “Ohhh God!” You scream when your second climax hits you, this one even more intense. Tears streaming down your face and body shaking.

He doesn’t slow down.

Pushing you through your first climax and sending you head long into another. Your body quivers around his, your walls still spasming. Screams die in your throat as wave after wave of pleasure continue to wash over you. Thrust after thrust you get closer to the edge.

He brings your leg up to wrap around him “You’re mine,” he chants “all mine, understand?”

You’re a hiccuping mess but answer him as best you can. “Alll y-your-rss”

He loses his rhythm, his own climax roaring through him quickly. to keep from shouting, he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck as he loses control. Spilling inside of you and triggering your third orgasm.

Both of you are quiet, the only sound in the forest is of your heavy breathing. He rolls you over to lay on his chest and wraps an arm around you. For a long while you stay like this, resting, recovering, enjoying the moment of peace in this crazy war.

Suddenly the quiet is broken by Hvitserk’s laugh “Well I don't think you can go back to your camp.”

Playfully you hit his chest “Thanks to you”

He kisses the top of your head and teases “You're welcome”

“I have to go back, Wessex is my home”

He sighs “It doesn’t have to be… I wasn’t joking when I said I want you to come back with me.”

“To a Viking camp? No one will want me there”

He sits up slightly, just so the two of you can look at each other. “I want you there…”

[onecrazysquirrel]

Welcome to Dayton Ohio USA Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy and yes sometimes it's as filling as the candy bar especially at 6:31AM when you should be asleep and it's freezing cold outside at 21° while it feels like 17° and it's only supposed to get up to 32° and then down to 22° the best thing is that it's supposed to be bright and sunny all day according to the report now but brace yourself that could change at any moment. 

   The gracious God of all gods set his hand upon each of you this morning showering you all with his marvelous blessings and covering you beneath the shadow of his wing may you who do not already come to know his son who died upon a cross for your sins and in three days rose again to conquer death and the grave providing the only entrance to heaven and communion with God our Heavenly Father through Jesus Christ our Lord and may those who already know him be blessed in growing closer with him through the holy spirit in his precious name.

  I need to lay it down soon I believe but I wanted to share our morning visit and prayer session before I went to bed. I may wait however until I wake up because my focus is off and it is very hard to make this make sense. I went and helped close last night and I've not been to bed, I'm kind of worried that if I go to sleep I'll end up sleeping the day away or perhaps a few days again and I don't want that.

  Squirrel...

  Things haven't changed much over the course of the last day, my friend is still deathly ill to the point that it has us frightened we're asking God to strengthen our hearts and calm our spirits and to aid us in accepting his will whatever that may be. We haven't given up hope King David prayed naked faced down stretched full length on the floor fearfully pleading with God to spare the baby's life right up until he was told that the child was dead at which point he got up and washed his face and sat down at the table to eat. We are (short of being naked and not sure how many of us are fully stretching out on our floors) praying and pleading with God on behalf of my friend's life that he would heal her and fill her with renewed strength and vigor and believing that he will because she is his child also and she is essentially all that her child has left. So I am praying like David to the best of my meager abilities that she might be healed and our gracious and merciful God would prolong her life beyond the doctor's projections. I am already thanking and praising him for doing these things in Jesus name according to his perfect will.

  With everything that's going on right now I abhor thinking about bills let alone trying to keep a funding drive going I'm at the point that I could end up losing my main bank account and actually my all time favorite bank account and bank if I don't come up with $150 to pay back the loan that I borrowed to prolong utility services. I care but I don't whether gas and electric get shut off however this is the bank account that I use for almost all of my banking needs and this bank has taken better care of me than any I have ever known so please pray that this money comes in today preferably through Venmo or Cash App. I will pray and believe that the PIPP application will go through quickly and disconnects will be avoided.

  Thanks for visiting with me this morning and thank you for praying with and for us Jesus fills us with love and compassion for all of you his holy spirit overflowing our cups. May the holy spirit of the Living God be with you all as well and may Christ Jesus claim you as one of his very own may the blessings of the Holy of holies pour down upon each your heads and those of your households and his favor flourish within your dwellings and your temples according to his perfectly gracious and abundantly merciful will through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

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[superredcorp]

SUPERCORP FANFIC

"Oh Rao, oh Rao.", Kara mumbled repeatedly as she paced back and forth.

"Kara, slow down. There's no need to be nervous.", Alex chuckled. "Besides, you're gonna crease your dress."

"I'm getting married in less than an hour, Alex, how the hell am I supposed to slow down?", the blonde shrieked, about to run her hand through her hair when she remembered that this had just been freshly styled so instead she went to chew on her nail.

"Yes and it's gonna be great. All you have to do is look pretty, say your vows and don't forget to say "I do" at the end."

"But what if I don't remember my vows? What if I fall into a shocked trance or something? If-"

"Kara, this is too important for you to forget. Don't worry."

Kara looked at her doubtedly. "I forgot my speech when I proposed to her. I just started rambling. It's a miracle she even said yes."

"But she did, didn't she? Because apparently you found the right words to say after all. Even if you make them up on the spot... just speak from your heart, Kara, that's the best thing you can do.", Alex said.

Kara took a deep breath. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right. I'm the big sister and the maid of honor."

Kara laughed lightly. "Yeah. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably freak out completely."

"True.", she chuckled.

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"Seriously, what was I thinking? This doesn't make any sense! Kara should be the one walking down the aisle. She's the one with eyesight! I'm gonna make a fool out of myself! I'll trip or worse, I'll fall face first on the ground! This is insane!", Lena exclaimed panic-stricken, hands on her temples.

The woman in front of her raised her eyebrows in amusement. "Lena, you have to calm down. Everything's going to be just fine. You're going to do just fine."

"I don't know, Sam, I shouldn't-"

Sam stepped closer, placing her hands on her best friend's shoulders. "Hey, look, as your maid of honor who has the privilege of walking you down the aisle, I swear on Ruby's life that I won't let you fall, alright? And even if I should miraculously not be able to prevent you from tripping and falling... there's a whole crowd of superheroes out there, isn't there? I'm sure one of them will have mercy on you and catch you. If it's not Kara herself. Or your superdog here", Sam said with a chuckle and Krypto who had peaceful been laying a few feet away raised his head curtly to bark happily. Sam and Lena both laughed a little. Sam squeezed Lena's shoulders. "So just take a deep breath."

Lena complied and nodded. She smiled a little. "Thank you."

"Anytime.", Sam grinned. "Now come on, we still have to finish your hair."

Lena nodded again and let the other woman guide her away to style her hair.

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Kara stood nervously at the front, eyes glued on the path which Lena would be walking down on any minute now. They were having their wedding outside as they both weren't connected to the church too much - Lena because she wasn't baptised and Kara because her god was Rao.

Kara's heart was beating rapidly against her chest as her eyes scanned the crowd - so many different kind of people.

There were the obvious ones - her friends and family, going from J'onn, Kelly, Nia and Brainy to Eliza, Clark, Lois and their boys. Ruby was seated next to Kelly, not really knowing anyone as Alex stood at the front next to Kara since she was maid of honor and Sam would be walking Lena down the aisle as well as staying there. Since she was her maid of honor.

Even Alura and a few close friends from Krypton had made their way to Earth for this.

There were the other heroes and their accompanies - Barry, Iris, Cisco and Co, Felicity and Mia, the Legends, even Kate.

And so many more. So many people in front of which she could possibly embarrass herself.

She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to control her breathing.

Her eyes quickly shot open when she heard the music starting to play.

She held her breath and only released it when she saw Lena appear at the end of the path. All the tension seemed to fall from her body just as it had when she had heard her agreeing to marry her.

She felt a soft smile spread across her lips as she watched Lena walk towards her, arm tightly secured around Sam's.

Krypto walked a few feet behind them, head held high and excitedly wagging his tail. He carried a small pillow between his teeth on which the rings were placed. Making him probably one of the most adorable ring bearer's of all time.

Lena seemed to relax as well when her hands finally glid into Kara's and she was gently pulled in front of her.

Sam took her place at the side.

Kara couldn't help but stare at Lena, a goofy but dreamy grin on her face - her beauty really was beyond compare.

She unconsciously rubbed over the back of Lena's hands with her thumbs, making the brunette smile.

Neither of them really took notice of what was being said. They were totally lost in each other.

Kara just barely recognized her cue for saying her vows.

She cleared her throat and giggled nervously. But one look into Lena's face calmed her again. She concentrated fully on her.

"There are a lot of things I love about you. One of the things I love most though is that you are inherently good. I knew that from the moment I met you. It wasn't a hunch, I just knew. You... you basically radiated light and optimism and you still do. Despite everything you went through and despite the world trying to bring you down so many times, you... you never give up. You always get back up again and you're ready to prove yourself once more, no matter if people will believe you or not. I admire that about you. I really do and... and you transfer that onto me. You give me hope and faith. I know... I know there's times where you doubt yourself. Seriously doubt yourself but I promise I will always be there by your side to remind you of what you already know deep down. To build you back up again and to give you strength. Just like you give me strength. You make me so strong, Lena, you... You're my yellow sunlight."

She could see the tears glistening in the Luthor's eyes. She wore sappy smile on her lips as well as blushed cheeks.

"Well, it's gonna be hard to compete with that.", Lena exclaimed with a chuckle.

Kara laughed quietly and she heard a few sympathetic laughs from the crowd as well.

She took a shaky breath.

"It's not a secret that... it's hard for me to trust people. I've been betrayed many times over the years and it... it stuck with me. It made me do things I'm not proud of and things I regret doing. But... the best thing I could have possibly done was let you in. It was impossible not to let you in - with your kindness, your warmth... your incredibly goofiness.", Lena smiled. Kara blushed and chuckled. "So when I thought you betrayed me, I lost it. I... I was so used to being betrayed for selfish reasons, that I didn't realise someone might lie to me to protect me. It wasn't something I deemed possible. But it is. You... you stood by me in times where no one else did. Saved me when I thought all was lost. The truth is I only get back up because I know you'll be there to have my back. To catch me in case I fall again. You always did. Especially now. I... I may have lost my eyesight but it feels like I can see more clearly than ever before. Because you're there to guide me through. You... You're my light in the dark."