#i know that if i were raised in the church

[a-ikuoliver]

your boyfriend is kind, so nice, so sweet. unfortunately for him, you like his scummy roommate more

w/c: 2.6k warning/s: cheating (it should be expected at this point im sorry lmao), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), cucking (kinda? sigh lmao), lmk if i missed any! notes: i wrote most of this in a horny haze im so sorry i love cheating fics RAHHHH inspo/acknowledgements: brought ab in texts with my lover @cottoncalicoes and beta'd by the one the only @gh0stsaviour THANK UUUUUU

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

"den…" your head rolls back into the pillows, the fluffy material dipping around your head to muffle your voice as your boyfriend dives onto your exposed throat the second your soft skin catches in the low light streaming through the open window, a shaking hand tugging at his blond hair as you tried to flee from the intoxicating call of his lips and tongue on your hot skin.

"denki, den, wait," he whines against your throat, your name just a garbled mess on his lips, long fingers still exploring the searing skin beneath the hem of your shirt. neither one of you daring to tug the garment higher, to remove his lips from you for long enough to raise it over your head, even that short moment too long to keep his lips from your skin.

"wait, not yet."

your boyfriend whines again, the sound cracking low in his throat. his cock is hard against your hip — he was already half-hard the moment he laid you down atop the sheets and pressed his lips chastely to yours (probably hard since the second you asked to come over tonight). the molten gold of his iris is only a sliver after an hour of making out and over-the-pants groping, his fingers brushing over the cups of your bra once before you'd breathed his name.

denki nearly came in his pants hearing it: rutting his hips against your thigh more the longer his lips were pressed to yours, groaning the more the taste of your tongue invaded his senses, the faster your heart raced beneath him, the heavier you breathed, every minute movement of your hips getting him closer, closer, closer— pulling away from your addictive tongue, he pants, "you're right, i know, baby, soon."

your eyelids flutter closed again when the heat of his skin trails down your stomach, your hips jumping when his pinky dips beneath the waistband of your pants. grasping his wrist, you stare up at him with iris's as stormy as his, a lovesick smile on your lips, "baby, we have to stop."

your voice is barely above a church mouse's whisper, amber eyes lazily tracking you when you tilt your head, peppering sweet kisses against the sharp curve of his jaw. you tug his hand into yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he nods, sucking in a deep breath, attempting to clear the fog clinging in each dip and wrinkle of his brain, a large hand running through his hair and over his face finally clearing the last of the haze.

"you're right," he repeats, breathless, nodding even as he covers you with his body again, pursing his lips to press another kiss to your mouth.

"i mean it, kami." your giggle echoes around the cramped bedroom when you dodge his kiss, straightening in the bed with a stretch, wiggling out from beneath your stubborn lover. despite the distance you gain moving further into the pillows and away from the edge he'd laid you on, the more intoxicating the scent of his shampoo and cologne surrounded you, "i'll go get the couch set up."

"what? no, i'll sleep out there." denki seems offended at your offer to take the couch, leaping from the bed to shield you from the door, the tent in his pants forgotten (momentarily) in place of forbidding you from staying the night in his living room.

"you take the bed, i need to shower and take care of… something," clearing his throat, his hands fall from the door frame to hurriedly search for his towel. biting your lip, you nod, glancing down at the growing bulge in the front of his pants with a surge of heat staring at him — flushed and high-strung.

you shuffle toward the end of his bed, pressing a final, sensual kiss to his kiss-chapped lips, smiling into it when he groans, "i love you, thanks for waiting."

you press a final chaste kiss to his cheek, a sweet smile planted on your lips when he nods, "of course, i love you."

with a blush spreading from his chest to his cheeks, he makes his leave; not tearing his eyes off you as he throws his prized pikachu towel over his shoulder (one of your first gifts for him), and his sweatpants in his hand. electric amber eyes disappearing from your frame only when he turns left down the hall to the shower.

your boyfriend's door swings open as soon as it had swung closed, "i can't believe he's still buying that shit."

shinso's voice is raspy when he kicks the door closed behind him, his phone in his hand and a bored look on his face as he reads the texts, typing back an encouraging response absentmindedly.

→ i think it'll happen soon, man → she wants me so bad, i think i'll take her out next weekend → are rose petals too cliche? → what about candles?

"you see the shit he sends me? thinks the way into your cunt is with roses and candles," he still hasn't met your gaze, clicking the lock on the back of the door.

his eyes finally meet yours under the dim moonlight, amethyst eyes shining brightly in the darkness as he steps closer, like a cats stalking a mouse in the night, "doesn't he know by now the only way in your pants isn't by being the perfect, doting boyfriend?"

staring you down, you feel like a defenceless mouse, tail caught in a trap when he speaks up again, "it's by being his best friend."

"we've gotta stop this, 'toshi."

the grin on his face can only be described as evil when he stalks closer to you, dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, muscles all on display in a path down beneath the waistband.

dark hair a trail down to his cock — hard and leaking since you got here early in the evening, when you spared him the first glance with lust-filled eyes, knowing exactly how the night would end; your cunt filled with his cum while your sweet boyfriend's was washed down the drain of the shower, with you promising hitoshi this would be the last time.

shinso doesn't waste any more time, pulling you by your ankles toward the end of the bed with ease, his fingers at the button on your waistband before his lips were on yours, painted fingertips tugging your zipper down just enough to stroke your clothed pussy, sucking your tongue when you let out the most delectable moan against his mouth, the sound more a desperate whine than anything.

"oh, baby, you're already soaked. this all for me or him?" you don't respond, can't respond with how his fingertips press against your clit, achy since you got here, since your eyes slipped shut, fantasising about shinso's lips when denki laid you back first.

tugging insatiably at your pants to toy with your pussy through your panties, the tip of his fingers pressing into your weeping hole through the fabric. hitoshi grins, he doesn't really care for your answer, if you were this sensitive from the idea of him or his best friends touches, he only cares for being the only one to sink into you, to feel you clench and shudder around his cock, for the way his questions make you writhe.

your head lolls, tipping backward onto denki's pillow, the scent of his shampoo filling your nostrils and mouth when you moaned into the fabric, "mmh, that was all for me, though, wasn't it?"

"toshi," your voice breaks spitting out his name, the sound of your needy voice silenced by the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom beside the bedroom, your boyfriend oblivious to what was happening in his bedroom mere feet away between you the moment you're out of his sight.

"oh, now's your chance, baby, he can't hear you really begging for me." he peels your panties down your hips, only enough to expose your pretty pussy entirely to his fingers, and more importantly, to his tongue.

he wastes no time, slotting himself between your thighs, pressing his nose to your public bone, his tongue dragging over your skin before pressing the pointed tip to your aching clit, his lips parting to kiss your cunt like your boyfriend made out with you only moments earlier. and oh, how sweet your moans taste hanging in the air when he knows he's the only one to draw them out of you.

his nose bumps against your clit, eliciting another low whine from you. he smiles against your tacky skin, dipping his tongue into your cunt to taste your slick, greedily swallowing down your cum, the deep purple of his eyes turning to white, rolling into his skull at your taste.

everything about you overwhelmed his senses; your taste, your sounds, the way you arched for him, it all made him want to take his time, to tease and torment you until you were just a puddle of cum and tears.

unfortunately, he was on a time limit.

you squeal when shinso sucks particularly hard at your clit, his tongue dragging up to catch the slick steadily leaking from your pussy—"you okay, babe?"

you think time slows, every millisecond like an eternity until it stopped, until you stopped, your breath caught in your chest. the scene freezes — your thighs wrapped around shinso's shoulders, his lips and chin shining with your wetness, dripping down from his jaw to your boyfriends sheets. the doorknob wiggles, the lock catching, trapping it in the door frame as your boyfriend worried on the other side.

both you and shinso hadn't even heard the shower turn off, too preoccupied by the sensation of his tongue lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

denki's weight shifts, shadow obstructing the warm light from entering the gap beneath the door, leaving you both swathed in a dim, silver glow. even with most of the light blocked from the room, shinso can see the panic glowing in your eyes, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something —anything— to say back to him.

shinso is the first to break, ducking his head even as you stay stuck. he can't help himself, poking his tongue out to catch the slick leaking from your cunt, only pressing harder into you when you try to escape his hold, to clear your mind, plan how to sneak shinso back out of denki's room.

"answer him, babe." hitoshi's voice is hushed, his breath fanning against your tacky skin, gaze dropping from your face to your pretty cunt, admiring how, despite your mind racing, your hips still rose with his movement, chasing after his mouth.

the doorknob rattles again, kaminari's voice louder when he calls your name, you can picture his eyebrows pulling together, an expression of concern carving two deep lines into his forehead; the same lines between your brows now, your eyes squeezed shut, your lip clamped between your teeth with your attempt to stay quiet, to think.

"i'm—ah," you squeal, too slow to muffle the sound of it, or hitoshi's finger sinking into you with a lewd, wet sound, your head too full of fog to think of anything while your hips rise and fall in a quick tempo, selfishly chasing your high while denki waited patiently for your answer, "fuck, i'm gonna cum, baby."

you don't think about your words, glad at least it wasn't shinso's name on the tip of your tongue, even as his ring finger twists inside your cunt, hooking upwards to make you gasp and squeal more, gripping his hair as your eyes go glassy, "you're touching yourself?"

"mhm, thinking of your fingers instead of mine, baby, thinking how good you'll feel fucking me."

shinso muffles a wicked chuckle against your clit, sucking and lapping at your skin while fucking his fingers deeper into you, where you're never able to reach on your own. and where you'd never allowed your precious boyfriend.

your lover in question shudders on the other side of the door, fruitlessly trying to twist the knob over and over again, desperate to see you, to touch you, to kiss you.

"please, let me see, baby, please," he sounds pathetic, needy, desperate to see your cunt drool around your fingers, to watch your cum drip down to the curve of your ass, to watch your thighs get stickier thinking of him. his voice cracks on the pet name as he presses himself into the door, like he'll be able to see you through the hard veneer if he tries hard enough, "i won't touch you, not until you're ready, please, i just wanna watch you cum."

"no-o!" you answer a little too quickly, a long drawn out whine both at your boyfriends begging, and the dark-haired man slowly dragging his fingers out of your cunt, pulling back from you, his thumb nonchalantly circling over your clit, making you jolt and leak more onto your boyfriends sheets. simultaneously, his spare hand tugs the waistband of his sweatpants down, inching his hand below the fabric to palm his hard cock, each movement deliberate to silence the sound of his jewellery.

"i-i won't be able to control myself, den," your eyes are glued on the v-shaped line, a path directly to hitoshi's thick cock, dusted with dark hair, his cock head nearly dripping with as much slick as you after finger-fucking your pretty pussy with his best friend right outside your door, after eating your cunt in his bed. your poor, clueless boyfriend no idea the cuck he truly was.

"if you came in," your eyelids flutter at the sensation of hitoshi's body heat moving between your thighs, settling your limbs further apart until he can slot between them, a large hand jerking his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit just to watch you struggle to speak, "if i saw you right now, baby, i'd beg you for your cock. i wouldn't be able to stop."

your boyfriend whines in response, his shadow shifting frantically as he repositioned,leaning his still-wet forehead on the door, pressing himself into the veneer to hear you better — hitoshi is half surprised he's not gotten onto his knees, his ear at the keyhole to listen to your sweet squeals clearly. palming his cock over the towel still tucked tightly around his hips, he keeps electric amber eyes locked on his roommates latched door, grateful for one for shinso's adoration of loud horror movies, his heart swelling knowing he's the only one to hear you like this, to hear his girl as she touches herself thinking about him.

"wanna tell him how good i feel?" hitoshi's voice is low, his lips beneath your ear as he spoke, soft enough for only you to hear, especially with the way he had you moaning, writhing impatiently beneath the muscular man, your hand gripping his forearm as he leaned beside your head.

hitoshi hisses, sinking into you inch by inch, his hair falling into his face to hide the smug glint in his eyes, shining brighter when you bite your lip to hold in the moan he knows he can pull from you, the noises you make any time you're alone with him, between bouncing on his cock and scolding him, between choking down his cum and threatening to block his number. beneath every 'we have to stop' muffled by his hand was your undeniable need for the man. more importantly, your want. your want for your perfect boyfriends incredibly flawed best friend.

"least you can do isn't it?" he's precise, painfully slow as he pulls back out of your tight cunt, waiting for your jaw to drop to sink back into you, to force you to choke out a moan that has kaminari's eyes widening, worried you'll alert his room-mate down the hall of what's going on, "go on, let the poor guy hear you cum for me."

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[buildingunderstanding]

This is something I've been thinking a lot about, especially as someone who was raised Christian, who was raised under "thou shalt have no other gods" before me and "these other Pagan gods mentioned in the Bible or other myths don't exist at all".

"Worship" as a word and as a concept holds a lot of weight in the flavor of Christianity I was raised in. I was taught that actively choosing to go to work over being at church was an act of worship of money, but I was also taught that a lot of the ways Evangelicals or Pentecostals worship is incorrect, that it didn't count as worship because of how performative it is.

I was taught that worship should be personal and intimate and meant a personal relationship with God, but also that it had strict requirements, but thinking about it, I have a hard time defining what those requirements were.

In more recent years prior to my leaving the church worship was defined in sermons as "to ascribe worth or value to" and to be honest that scared and confused me. Was I worshiping my art because I found value in it? Was I worshipping my fandoms and fics because they brought me comfort and I held them as dear in my heart?

I didn't believe I could lose my salvation, but it did make me feel like a bad Christian. It made me feel like there was nothing I could ever do that would be enough to be worshiping God correctly or enough.

Then I met Loki and Apollo reintroduced himself to me and I found comfort in the idea of there not being a concept of sin. But I still struggle with the concept of worship.

If I was doing it right, if I was doing enough of it, if the things I did "counted", if I would be punished by the Christian God for trying to figure this out under the umbrella of Paganism.

Worship has kind of become a scary word for me and I often find myself looking for alternative ways to describe my relationship with these other deities. Oddly enough, "devotee" sounds less scary to me than "worshiper". It doesn't carry the emotional baggage that "worshipper" does and it feels more true somehow. I have candles I light and jewelry I wear that I have "devoted" or gifted to my new Gods. I have art that I have created with them in mind that hang on my walls that I consider to be gifts to them.

And while those things can be considered acts of worship...that's still a word that I'm trying to unpack. Some days it feels less icky or scary than other days. Today is a day where it feels scary.

It feels more comfortable to say that I lit a candle to honor Ares than it does to say that I did it in an act of worship. It feels more comfortable to say that I am holding space for these new deities than it does to say that I am worshiping them.

I understand that there are likely dictionary definitions behind the differentiation of the words, and maybe some people find comfort in having different words to describe how their relationships with the gods has evolved.

But for me it just adds pressure of there being a "correct" way to interact with faith, of doing worship in The Right Way or it won't count, or it'll be in vain and won't be accepted.

(I understand that there is to some extent correct ways of interacting with the divine, coming with respect and understanding and those types of things. That's not the type of correctness I mean.)

That type of fear isn't conducive to building a relationship.

I know it's up to me to curate my experience within the internet spaces, I know my struggle with words and concepts are my own and that I can't expect anyone to cater to my own issues. But sometimes seeing these sort of "being devoted to a deity is so much more than worship" is really disheartening. Kinda makes me feel like I'm back in Christianity being given vague and simultaneously very strict rules of what worship is and being warned against doing it incorrectly and earning at best silence from God and at worst some form of punishment.

There is a lot of unpacking and deconstructing I have to do and Loki and Apollo and Artemis have already been so helpful in that area and I want to continue on this journey, but it does get overwhelming at times. Some of that overwhelm does come from debates like this.

Where did the idea of worshiper and devotee being in different levels of worship? Those are literally synonyms lol

[perotovar]

#don't think about how this is probably what joel looked like when sarah was born

[aeonophagic]

me, the jester, asked the court if yaoi could bloom even on a battlefield. the court was so kind as to even help me care for the fields for it to sprout and then bloom — is it my fault?

bonus

[faaun]

we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆

[inkingthingsintotrees]

i feel it in my bones that kaos was written by an ex-christain

[absolutelyfibulas]

started listening to the new LP album and, being a dumbass, suddenly went "wait is the lead singer queer?" looked her up, and in the process discovered the things she was absolutely crucified on tumblr for are things she's addressed lol

[saturnisfallingdown]

interpreting coffee theory as the end all be all explanation for aziraphale's actions is so weird to me like have you ever tried to leave the church before? man it really is just Like That!!

[justthatspiffy]

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[critterofthenight]

i had such a fun dream, i didn't wanna wake up :c

[naughtyjewishgirl]

thinking about my ancestors who fled Inquisition Spain and hid their Jewishness for centuries and the ones who worked down the Welsh mines and the ones who threw bits of food at the tv when thatcher came on who fought tirelessly for a better world so that one day their great / great great great great great great etc granddaughter could make herself cum and then eat banana pancakes for dinner afterwards … Baruch Hashem

[gilsart]

your art of feliciano and lovino is gorgeous i adore the feral edge you gave them lol, and the little details - freckles, earrings, bandaids and dark undereyes are amazing as hints about how they live and their personalities. also since they're both wearing crosses im curious about how religious you think they both could be? I'm guessing it's something that would change over the years and could be a touchy subject if one is more religious than the other.

hi!! thank you first of all 🥺

i think both of them are religious, most people here are catholic. there certainly is a sprinkle of religious trauma here and there tho, we do have the vatican state after all... and even though it is a whole different nation from italy, with its laws and all, it still influences our politics (which really shouldn't happen).

i always thought of romano to be more religious than feliciano is, he probably does attend church every sunday, whereas feliciano doesn't – he keeps his faith more private. it is touchy, but i don't think they fight over it or even discuss it. with all the things that happened because of religion, i don't think they want to continue arguing over how many times you should pray a day and all.

[daenystheedreamer]

weird ask but whats the deal w brandon sanderson?

mormon 💀

[shekeepsmeworms]

Had some wine feeling good made a really shitty bowl in ceramics class this morning that I’m really worried has a bunch of air holes in it and had a really crappy therapy session where I didn’t talk too much but was honest about some other stuff which is good overall I guess but now I’m doing drunk crochet and watching the Duggar family documentary and probably going to stop watching soon once they start talking about the awful stuff but yeah day in the life of a woman doing her best I guess

[crowtwink]

I has been 0 days since the last incident of batfandom antis being uncomfortably and conservatively Christian on main

[canary-prince]

If you catch me posting Bible memes I'm not turning into a Christian or whatever the fuck I was before my intense spiritual crisis 2 years ago (or was it three)? I went to school for academic theological studies (analysis of religion from an exterior view point) and recent books have me nostalgic and hyperfixating.