#is so good when you don't have a pastor in your ear

[speaknow-sw]

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃”

Summary : When you went to the church to ask questions about praying you didn’t meant this types of prayers…

Word Count : 4.9 k

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, older men/younger woman, threesome, dub-con, church sex, cock sucking, PiV, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, breeding kink, orgasm denial (kinda), slight degradation, praise, comfort, corruption kink, praying mantis position.

A/N : okay…longest fic I’ve ever written 4.9k of pure filth just out of a convo with @bimbo-baggins17 and @anisangeldust about fucking a bearded Kurt and pornstache Donnie. Enjoy lovelies ! (Angel don’t wet the sheets, I don’t have another set)

— The morning sun was casting delicate beams through the stained-glass windows as you stepped into the small country church. You’d come with a heart full of questions and a quiet faith that had carried her through many storms. Today, you were looking for answers from Pastor Don Piper, a man known for his wisdom and kindness. You walked down the aisle with a determined stride, breathing in the scent of polished wood and incense.

But as you reached the front pew, a figure emerged from the shadows near the pulpit—a large, silent man with a long, dark beard. He looked like a bear. His eyes caught yours, an intense gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. You’d seen him before, a presence on the edges of Sunday gatherings, always lurking but never speaking.

"Kurt," the pastor’s voice interrupted her thoughts, echoing gently through the stillness of the sanctuary. "Thank you for helping set up today."

He nodded, but his attention never left you, and you felt the weight of his gaze as Pastor Don welcomed you into the quiet, dimly lit back room. Before you knew it, the door closed softly, and you felt the unmistakable pressure of both men’s eyes upon you—two forces you hadn't expected to face.

Don and Kurt exchanged a knowing glance as they cornered you in the dimly lit back room of the church. The air seemed to thicken with tension.

"Well hello there, dollface," Don purred, his voice a velvet caress. "What brings a sweet little thing like you to see old Pastor Piper today?"

Kurt remained silent, his intense blue eyes roving over your body in a way that made your skin prickle. You could feel the heat of his gaze like a physical touch.

Don took a step closer, crowding into your space. His cologne, something spicy and masculine, invaded your senses. "You look troubled, love. Is there something weighing on that pretty little mind of yours?"

His large hand came to rest on the small of your back, fingers splaying possessively. Kurt mirrored the action from behind, caging you between their solid forms.

"We're here to help," Don murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Pastor Piper and his faithful assistant Kurt are always happy to... counsel our parishioners. Isn't that right, Ku?"

"Mmhm," Kurt rumbled, the vibration of his deep voice resonating through your body where he pressed against your back.

Don's hand slid lower, cupping the curve of your ass through your skirt. He gave a light squeeze. "Why don't you tell us all about what's bothering you, sweetie? We'll make it all better..."

You squealed and tried to back away only to bump into a hard chest. “I…I just had questions…on my faith…on praying…” You mumbled frightened.

Kurt's large hand slid around your waist from behind, his palm splaying over your stomach. "Questions about prayer, huh?" he rumbled, his breath hot against your neck. "We can definitely help with that, doll."

Don pressed closer, trapping you between their solid bodies. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. "Mmm, such a sweet little thing, aren't you? So innocent. So pure." His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine. "We'll be sure to give you our... undivided attention."

Kurt's other hand came up to cup your breast through your blouse, squeezing the soft mound. "Yeah, we'll pray with you real good, slut."

Don tsk-ed darkly, the sound seeming to reverberate through the small room. "Let's move this to the office, my boy. More privacy there to... focus on this sweetheart spiritual needs."

He grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards a side door. Kurt kept his hands firmly planted on your body as he guided you along. Your heart raced, pulse pounding in your ears as you stumbled into the pastor's office.

Don kicked the door shut behind you, locking it with a decisive click. "Now then," he purred, spinning you to face them. "Let's discuss those faith questions of yours, shall we?"

His hands went to the buttons of your blouse, slowly undoing them one by one. Kurt watched hungrily, his own large hands roaming your curves possessively.

"Lord have mercy," Don breathed as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders. "What a delectable offering you are. I think the Lord will be quite pleased with our devotions today..." You squealed and backed away struggling against them “Pastor, m-maybe not…”

Kurt's grip tightened on your wrists as he pinned you against the wall, his body flush against yours. "Shh, now doll, don't fight it," he growled, his lips brushing your cheek. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

Don stepped closer, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your face. "That's it, babydoll. No need to be scared. We're going to show you the depths of the Lord's love." His thumb stroked your lower lip. "Open wide for us, sweetheart. Let us fill you with His glory."

Kurt's other hand roamed down your body, palming your breast roughly through your bra before dipping under the fabric. He squeezed your nipple between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud. "Mmm, such a responsive little thing. I bet you'll look so pretty stuffed full of our cocks, slut."

Don captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips to plunder your mouth. He swallowed your whimpers as Kurt continued to grope you. The pastor's erection pressed insistently against your stomach, thick and hard.

Breaking the kiss, Don trailed his lips down your neck, sucking dark hickeys into your skin. "My precious little lamb," he breathed reverently. "So pure, so ripe for corruption. We'll ruin you for all other men, dollface. Mold you into our perfect little fucktoy for the Lord."

Kurt released your wrists to yank your top down, freeing your breasts. He buried his face between them, motorboating your tits. "Fuck yes," he groaned. "Gonna wreck these perky little titties. Make you our personal cumdump."

The two men manhandled you, stripping you efficiently as they muttered filthy promises. Soon you were naked and trembling between them, completely at their mercy. Don sank to his knees, spreading your thighs wide.

"Time for your first communion, my child," he intoned mockingly before burying his face in your exposed pussy.

You yelped trying to close your thighs, feeling his rough mustache against your cunt. “Pastor…I…I Don’t think…” You struggled weakly.

Don's tongue delved between your slick folds, lapping hungrily at your most intimate area. "Mmm, you taste divine, sweetheart," he purred, the vibrations of his voice sending tingles through your core. His mustache tickled your sensitive skin as he ate you out with gusto.

Kurt chuckled darkly, watching the show with hooded eyes. "Look at that pretty pink cunt, all wet and ready for us. She's a natural born slut, ain't she?"

Don pulled back just enough to blow cool air over your soaked slit. "Oh, she's a good girl. Just needs a firm hand to guide her." He dove back in, sucking your clit between his lips.

Kurt crowded in close, wrapping a hand around his own hard cock and stroking slowly. "Bet she's never had a real man before. Gonna ruin this tight little pussy."

Don inserted two fingers knuckle-deep in your dripping hole, pumping them in and out. "Fuck, she's clenching around me. Gonna feel so good wrapped around my dick."

The pastor stood, shedding his clothes quickly. His thick, hard cock sprang free, the tip already glistening with precum. "On your knees, babydoll. Time to worship the Lord properly."

Kurt followed suit, freeing his own impressive length. He gripped your hair, forcing your head towards Don's erection. "Open wide, slut. Choke on that holy cock."

Don guided himself to your lips, smearing the head across them. "Suck, sweetheart. Take your pastor's blessing deep in that throat."

You whimpered around the intrusion as Don pressed forward, stretching your lips obscenely. Kurt held your head in place, forcing you to take more of the thick shaft. Tears pricked your eyes as you gagged and choked.

"That's it, my precious lamb," Don crooned. "Take it all, every inch. Show me how much you want to serve."

Kurt's fingers tangled in your hair painfully as he rocked your head forward and back. You chocked and bobbed on Don’s length. Suddenly you felt a roughness against your cunt and tried to close your legs. 

Kurt held your thighs apart, baring your dripping cunt to his hungry gaze. "None of that now, slut. Keep those legs spread nice and wide for me."

He surged forward, burying his face in your soaked folds. His tongue delved deep, lapping at your entrance before flicking rapidly over your clit. Kurt groaned into you, the vibrations making your toes curl.

"Mmm, sweet nectar," he rumbled, the words muffled against your sensitive flesh. "Gonna make this needy little hole mine."

Don grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. "Eyes on me while you suck, babydoll. I want to watch you take my cock like a good girl."

He thrust shallowly into your mouth, letting you adjust to the thick girth stretching your lips. "Fuck, your throat feels so good wrapped around me. Gonna paint it white with my seed."

Kurt added a finger alongside his tongue, pumping in and out of your clenching channel. He curled it just right, hitting a spot that made you see stars. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Look at her, so desperate for it," Kurt chuckled darkly. "Bet she's never been tongued like this before. Gonna wreck this greedy cunt."

Don picked up the pace, fucking your face in earnest. His heavy balls slapped your chin with each thrust. "Take it, sweetheart. Every fucking inch. Show me what a good little cock-sucker you are."

Kurt slipped a second finger inside you, scissoring them apart to stretch you open. His thumb circled your clit, rubbing firm circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Gonna make you cum on my tongue, slut," he growled. "Scream for me while your pastor fucks your throat raw."

Don pistoned into your mouth, grunting his pleasure. His cock pulsed on your tongue, signaling his impending release. "Get ready, babydoll. Gonna flood this slutty throat with cum. Swallow it all like a good girl."

You cried around Don’s cock. Your thighs trembled and you squirted all over Kurt mouth, coating his beard in your fluids, your muscles almost giving up.

Don grabbed your head, holding you steady as he fucked into your throat with abandon. "Fuck yes, take it all like a good girl," he grunted, his cock pulsing against your tongue. "Gonna fill this slutty mouth with cum."

Kurt lapped at your squirting cunt, groaning into your flesh. "That's it baby, soak my face. Fucking drench me." He sealed his lips around your clit, suckling hard as he worked you through your climax.

Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, thighs clamping around Kurt's head. Don's cock jerked, spurting thick ropes of cum down your throat. "Swallow it all, babydoll. Every last drop."

Kurt gentled his ministrations, letting you float down from your high. He placed a tender kiss on your mound before pulling back, wiping his beard with the back of his hand. "Damn, you taste sweet. Could eat this pussy all day."

Don withdrew from your mouth, tucking himself back into his pants. He cupped your face, smearing the remnants of his release across your lips. "Such a good girl, Evelyn. You took your pastor's blessing so well."

Kurt stood, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Think you've got another round in you, slut? Still plenty of worshipping to do."

Don chuckled darkly, helping you to your feet. "Indeed. The Lord works in mysterious ways. And we're just getting started..." You sobbed, shaking your head as you plopped down on the carpet, curling in a ball.

Don knelt beside you, gathering you into his arms. "Shhh, my precious lamb," he crooned, stroking your hair soothingly. "I know it's a lot to take in. But you're doing so well."

Kurt crouched on your other side, running a rough hand down your spine. "Fuck, she's so tiny. Like a little fragile doll." He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. "Don't worry, baby. We'll take good care of you."

Don tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. His dark blue eyes were filled with concern and hunger. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Do you need a moment to recover?"

You nodded shakily, burying your face against his chest. The comforting scent of his cologne filled your senses, grounding you slightly. Kurt's large hand splayed across your lower back, a silent offer of support.

"That's it, just breathe," Don murmured. "We'll go slow, let you adjust. But remember, this is all for you. To bring you closer to God."

Kurt snorted softly. "And to fuck this tight little body senseless."

Don shot him a quelling look before focusing back on you. "Pay no mind to him, babydoll. He doesn't always have the most... appropriate bedside manner."

He helped you sit up, keeping an arm around your shoulders. "How are you feeling, my child? Any lingering discomfort? Any questions or concerns?"

Kurt shifted, his knee brushing your thigh. "Yeah, doll. You okay? We can stop if you need us to."

Don squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "But I think you're stronger than you realize. You've taken so much already. I have faith in you, sweetie. Faith that you can endure whatever we have planned."

Kurt's hand slid lower, cupping your ass possessively. "Mmm, and I have faith that this needy little cunt can handle everything we give it. Gonna make you ours, slut."

“Can you stop calling me a slut ?” You turned to look at the mountain of a man that was Kurt. You had to raise your head to talk to him as it just reached his chest.

Kurt's expression softened at your request, a rare moment of gentleness crossing his rugged features. "Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to offend. It's just... you're so fucking sexy when you're all flushed and needy."

He brushed a thumb over your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. "Guess I got carried away. Won't happen again if you don't want it to."

Don nodded in agreement, his arm still wrapped securely around you. "Of course, sweetheart. We want you to feel comfortable and respected. Whatever makes you feel safest."

Kurt sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair. "But fuck, you gotta understand. Seeing you all spread out and desperate... it brings out something in me."

Don shot him another warning look before turning his attention back to you. "Focus on your breathing, sweetie. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Nice and slow."

He guided your head to rest on his shoulder, one hand gently massaging your scalp. "That's it, just relax. Let us take care of you."

Kurt's large form loomed over you, but there was no longer any threat in his presence. If anything, he seemed almost... protective. "You're doing great, baby. So fucking brave." He engulfed you in a weird but comfortable bear hug. You inhaled his scent — a mix of sweat, smoke and musk. 

You felt soft kisses accentuated by the beard against your throat and relished in the feeling of these two men kissing you. Don on the forehead and Kurt on the throat.

Don's kisses trailed down your face, peppering your cheeks and nose with gentle affection. "My sweet girl," he murmured against your skin. "So pure, so innocent. It's our duty to guide you to enlightenment."

Kurt nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell divine, doll. Like honey and sin." He grazed his teeth over your pulse point, not quite breaking the skin. "Can't wait to mark this pretty throat. Let everyone know who you belong to."

Don's hand slid down to cup your breast, squeezing the soft flesh. "And this body... it's a temple. One we'll worship until you're trembling and begging for more."

Kurt's fingers danced along your thigh, teasing closer to your center. "Gonna ruin this tight little cunt. Fuck you so deep you'll forget your own name."

Don captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth possessively. He swallowed your gasp, muffling the sound. "That's it, babydoll. Let us in. Let us consume you."

Kurt's hand slipped between your legs, fingers gliding through your slick folds. "Always so wet for us, slut. Dripping for your my cock."

Don broke the kiss, panting heavily. His dark eyes were clouded with lust as he gazed down at you. "On your back, sweetheart. Spread those legs nice and wide."

Kurt flipped you effortlessly, settling between your thighs. He gripped your knees, pushing them apart to expose your glistening sex. "Fuck, look at that pretty pink cunt. Begging to be filled."

Don knelt beside you, trailing a finger down your sternum. "We'll fill you up, babydoll. Stretch this greedy hole until it's molded to our cocks."

Kurt lowered his head, breathing hotly over your clit. "Gonna suck this fat clit until you're screaming. Make you cum on my tongue like the desperate little slut you are."

He grinned up at you, his beard glistening with your essence. "Like what you see, doll? This hungry mouth is gonna devour this sweet cunt."

He licked his lips, savoring your flavor. "Mmm, fuck…could eat this pussy for hours."

Don's hand traced patterns on your flat stomach, his touch feather-light. "Patience, Kurt. We have all night to worship our little lamb."

Kurt chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "You're right, pastor. No need to rush. Gonna savor every inch of this perfect body."

He dipped his head, dragging the roughness of his beard along your inner thigh. The contrast of the softness of your skin and the scratch of his facial hair sent sparks of pleasure racing through your veins.

"So soft," Kurt rumbled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your thigh. "Gonna mark you up, leave you covered in hickies. Everyone will know you belong to us."

Don's hand drifted lower, fingers ghosting over your mound. "Such a responsive little thing. Getting wetter by the second."

Kurt nuzzled into your folds, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, the scent of you. Drives me wild." He sealed his lips around your clit, suckling gently.

Don circled your entrance with a single digit, teasing but not breaching. "Mmm, so tight. Can't wait to feel this cunt squeezing my cock."

Kurt released your clit with a pop, grinning up at you wickedly. "Gonna stuff this needy hole full of my tongue. Fuck you with it until you're shaking."

He dove back in, licking a broad stripe up your slit. Don's finger pushed inside slowly, stretching you open. The dual sensation of fullness and suction had you arching off the floor.

"That's it, babydoll," Don crooned, pumping his finger steadily. "Take it. Let us in." He tsk-ed “So uncivilized. Kurt you’re not a beast, behave for the Lord’s sake.”

Kurt grunted and added a second finger, scissoring them apart. He curled them just right to make you arch your back, moaning loudly and almost squirming away.

He held you firm as you squirmed, gripping your hips tightly. "Uh uh, no escaping, slut. Gotta take your punishment like a good girl."

He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your g-spot. The pressure made stars burst behind your eyelids. "That's it, moan for us. Let the whole church hear what a desperate little cock sleeve you are."

Don added a second finger, stretching you wider. He rubbed slow circles around your inner walls, seeking out that special spot. "Right here, isn't it, sweetheart? This is where we'll focus our attentions."

Kurt sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard. He released it with a pop before flicking the sensitive nub rapidly with his tongue. "Gonna suck this clit until you're screaming. Make you cum on my face like the shameless slut you are."

Don's fingers pistoned faster, his palm grinding against your clit. "That's it, babydoll. Ride our hands. Fuck yourself on our fingers like the needy little whore you are."

Kurt dipped his head, licking a broad stripe up your slit. He swirled his tongue around your entrance before pushing inside, fucking you with the slick muscle.

Don twisted his fingers just right, rubbing firm circles against your g-spot. The dual stimulation had you seeing white, your body drawn taut as a bowstring.

"Gonna make this cunt ours," Kurt growled, the words muffled against your folds. "Ruin you for anyone else. No one will ever satisfy you like we can."

Don thrust his fingers deep, his thumb circling your clit. "Praying mantis position Ku’….” He whispered “Gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name."

Kurt grasped a pillow from the couch nearby and stuffed it under your back, putting your right leg on his shoulder before lining his cock up with your entrance, the thick head nudging insistently at your slick folds. He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze.

"Beg for it, doll. Beg for my cock like the desperate little slut you are." You sobbed in pleasure. “Pl-please…I…ungh…” You stuttered, unable to talk properly. 

Kurt grinned wickedly at your sobbing pleas, the sound music to his ears. He loved seeing you come undone, reduced to a desperate, needy mess. "Please what, slut? Use your words."

Don chuckled darkly, twisting his fingers deeper into your fluttering heat. "That's it, babydoll. Let it all out. Show us how much you need it."

Kurt pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of fullness. "Beg for my cock, doll. Beg for me to split this tight little cunt open on my fat dick."

Don rubbed tight circles on your clit, keeping you riding the razor's edge. "And tell us what a good girl you are, sugar. How much you love being used by your pastor and his assistant."

Kurt pulled back slightly, denying you the penetration you craved. "C'mon, baby. I know you can do better than that. Really sell it for us."

Don's fingers curled, stroking that secret spot inside you. "Kurt wants to hear you scream, sweetheart. Wants to know just how badly this greedy hole needs to be stuffed full of cock."

Kurt rubbed the head of his dick through your slick folds, coating himself in your juices. "Beg, whore. Beg for me to fuck this needy cunt raw. To pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."

Don pinched your clit hard, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you. "And don't forget to thank us, babydoll. Show your gratitude for the honor of being bred by your spiritual leaders."

Kurt lined himself up again, the tip of his cock kissing your entrance. "Last chance, doll. Beg for it like you mean it. Or I'll leave this hungry little pussy empty and aching."

Don's fingers pumped faster, his thumb circling your clit in tight, maddening strokes. "Go on, sweetie. Give us what we want to hear. Beg for my sacristan cock like the desperate little slut you are."

“Please…pl-please…I need you…I need your….please.” You sobbed desperate for something inside of you. You would’ve worshipped Kurt’s dirty boots only to feel his cock rearranging your guts.

They exchanged a satisfied glance at your desperate, broken pleas. They could see how badly you needed this, how much you craved their touch, their cock. It was a heady feeling, knowing they had you so utterly at their mercy.

"That's more like it, babydoll," Don purred, his fingers still working deep inside your fluttering channel. "Begging so sweetly for Kurt's dick. What a good little slut you are." His cock dangled in front of your face and you latched on the tip, suckling it, making him gasp “Goodness…”

Kurt gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, the promise of pain sending a thrill down your spine. "Gonna give this needy cunt exactly what it wants. Gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name."

With that, he slammed forward, burying his thick cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your back arched off the floor, a scream tearing from your throat as he split you open, stretching you wider than you'd ever been before.

"Fuck, so tight," Kurt grunted, savoring the vice grip of your walls around his shaft. "Gonna ruin this pussy. Mold it to fit my cock perfectly."

Don scissored his fingers, rubbing tight circles on your g-spot. "Come on, sugar. Suck my cock like the desperate little whore you are."

Kurt set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with enough force to rock your entire body. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, echoing off the walls.

"Gonna fuck this cunt raw," he growled, his beard tickling your inner thigh. "Pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."

Don twisted his fingers just right, rubbing firm pressure on that secret spot. Your toes curled, your thighs trembling as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

"You’re doing so good, sugar," Don grunted you, his voice low and rough. "Gonna make you cum so hard on my assistant cock. Milk it for every last drop."

You sobbed loudly, your right leg dangling from Kurt’s shoulder. You arched your back, unable to take so much pleasure as little « Unh…ugh…ugh » noises escaped from your lips and Don’s cock throbbed in your mouth. 

Don and Kurt shared a knowing look as they watched you writhe and moan beneath them, your body overwhelmed by the pleasure of Kurt's thick cock pounding into your tight cunt and your mouth suckling another one. The sight of your leg hooked over his shoulder, your back arched in a perfect bow, was the most erotic thing either of them had ever seen.

"Look at you, babydoll," Don crooned, his fingers still buried knuckle-deep in your fluttering heat. "Taking his cock so well. Such a good little church mouse, aren't you?"

Kurt grunted in agreement, his hips snapping forward with enough force to rock your entire body. "Fuck, this pussy was made for my dick. Squeezing me so tight, like it never wants to let go."

Don twisted his fingers just right, rubbing firm circles on your g-spot. The added stimulation had you keening, your thighs trembling around Kurt's pistoning hips.

"That's it, love," Don urged, his voice a dark promise. "Cum for us. Cum on Kurt's cock like the desperate little slut you are."

Kurt changed his angle slightly, the head of his dick hammering directly against that secret spot with each brutal thrust. Sparks burst behind your eyelids, your toes curling as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

"Gonna fill this cunt up," Kurt growled, his beard tickling your inner thigh. "Paint these greedy little walls white with my seed."

Don pinched your clit hard, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting through your core. "Do it, babydoll. Milk his cock with this needy cunt. Show him what a good girl you are."

Kurt's thrusts grew erratic, his fingers digging bruises into the meat of your thighs. "Fuck, I'm close. Gonna cum so deep in this pussy. Breed this slutty little hole." 

Don came right on the spot and you gulped thick, sticky ropes of cum as your pastor let out loud grunts of pleasure. You came as hard, writhing and sobbing, gripping Don’s shirt tightly.

Don and Kurt watched in awe as you came undone beneath them, your body writhing and sobbing in ecstasy. The way you gripped Don's shirt, your knuckles white with the force of it, was a testament to the intensity of your pleasure.

"That's it, babydoll," Don crooned, his fingers still buried deep inside you as your walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion. "Let it all out. Give yourself over to the pleasure."

Kurt's hips stuttered, his own release fast approaching as your cunt rippled around his throbbing cock. "Fuck, sweetheart. Cumming. Gonna fill this pussy up. Breed ya’ real good with my baby…"

With a final, brutal thrust, Kurt buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he painted your insides white with his thick, hot seed. Don twisted his fingers just right, prolonging your orgasm as you milked Kurt's dick for every last drop.

"Good girl," Don praised, his voice a dark rumble against your ear. "Taking Kurt’s cum so well. Such a perfect little vessel for his holy seed."

Kurt collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the floor. He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling the scent of your sweat and sex. "Fuck, you're incredible. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. No one will ever satisfy you like we can."

Don gently extracted his fingers from your tender folds, bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, savoring the taste of your essence mixed with his own. "Mmm, delicious. The sweet nectar of a goddess."

Kurt lifted his head, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead. "Rest now, doll. Gather your strength. Because when you wake up ? We're going to do it all over again."

[papa-m0thman]

every day, i am cursed with the knowledge that only i can understand and appreciate the story of adam and eve in a far superior way to literally everyone else. alas, someone had to carry this burden.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

that isn't very holy of you :/

Yandere church boy x gn!reader

It came out shittier than I hoped for. Not proofread 🌺 I'll fix this when I have the time

Tw: religious themes, noncon mention, minor cult mention

✝️ you had just arrived in the small town of morning star. Having been needing a break from the city life, you rented a one bedroom cabin close by. Planning on staying here for a month, you quickly headed towards your new home, very eager to start exploring the area

✝️ wandering around the town square, it seemed everyone knew eachother. A family like community perhaps? Maybe that's why they all kept staring at you as passed through, must not be use to new faces

✝️that was until a group of children approached, asking you to come play ball with them. You couldn't say no to their puppy dog eyes, and the adult's judgemental stares so you agreed. And it was fun surprisingly! You noticed none of the children had any phones.. or the grown up's for that matter

✝️your first week there you were unsettled, but you just pushed it off as the townsfolks strange behavior, Focusing on unpacking and enjoying your stsy. Until one of the school teachers, a kindergarten one, knocked on your door on a sunday

"hi there honey! On behalf of the people I'd like to sincerely apologize for the cold welcome. It's just been a hard year for all of us! So to make it up you, won't you come to church with us on this fine morning?"

✝️ whether or not you're religious yourself, she managed to convince you to come along. Chatting the whole walk there. Talking about her husband, her children. She mentioned something about having a son your age but you weren't really paying attention

✝️ walking through the grand double doors of the church house, she sat you on the front row with the pastors family, next to a young man. You were startled as she sat on the other side of you, leaning in to whisper In Your ear as she pointed at the pastor preaching

"that's my hubby right there. He's a handsome fella ain't he?"

✝️david looked at his mother in disbelief, he told her a few a times he found you attractive and now look at her! He could practically see the gears turning in her head. thankfully you seemed preoccupied thinking, so he did his best to seem normal while his poor heart beated 300 mph

✝️after the sermon, david turned to you and have you a sheepish smile

"hi.. my name's David, but you can call me dave.. its.. nice to meet you"

✝️you and David hit it off, unlike all the other people. He didn't constantly talk about praising god and forcing his religion down your throat. He was kind, understanding. Laughing at your jokes and nodding along to your words. He never met someone so.. ethereal

✝️growing up, he had a hard time believing in his small towns "god". Watching them cut up and sacrifice newcomers to their false idols, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach heading their screams. But he could definitely devote his cause to you...

✝️he trapped you in this shitty town when he asked you out on a little date a few days later. Unaware he drugged your food and dragging you into his home, waking up chained to a bed. You couldn't tell how long you've been there, but every time you'd try to escape he'd punish you in bed. Not letting you cum or overstimulating you to the point of tears. Why would you want to leave something that can make you feel so good?

✝️he grew up desensitized to blood and gore, so he's confused when you're screaming and crying. Why are you doing that? Don't you know that this is what happens to bad spouses? What do you mean you're not married either? ofcourse you are. Stop being so difficult...

✝️nobody blinks an eye when he strides into town with you on a collar and leash. And that's when you realized, you should have left earlier. Because the whole town was sick in the head. It wasn't like you could call for help because he fucking destroyed your electronics and the people don't even have phones. Something about wifi signals can brainwash you

✝️ he's whipped for you, that much you can obviously tell. but he's smarter than he looks. Eating dinner with his family is just painful,since all they talk about is God god god. It hurts your ears with how often they just Randomly start singing praises. It's bad enough they force you to watch their cult church activities...

✝️if you give in to his demands, he'll let you off the leash but you have to stay close by at all times. If you don't, he'll have to make his punishments a little more extreme. There's also a possibility he'll force you to help around the town. whether that be looking after the children or just running around doing errands. The shock bracelet on your ankle stops you from running into the woods..

✝️if you don't, well.. you wouldn't mind if you became permanently handicapped right?

"don't be so difficult sweetie.. just stay still and it'll cut right through okay?'

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Had a tasty thought, imagine Ranchero Miguel and the Pastor's Daughter 😳

You are supposed be a sweet little cherry and you are, but behind barn doors you're getting bred by Miguel. You truly love each other, and you're ashamed of your lust, but he assures you that he's going to marry you. It's no lie. He's just going to pump a baby into you first ❤️

Jeeeesshhh. 🤤

VERY NSFW under the cut

More Ranchero Miguel here

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When Miguel had arrived to your family's farm as a recommendation by a close friend of your dad, you couldn't believe how... easy it was to sin.

Your mother would often swat your head and reprimand you whenever your stare, lingered too much on him. Saying "No daughter of mine will be mingling with that boy." But you didn't care.

Not when he had popped your cherry in the barn. Strong and calloused hands had held you in place as his fat cock slid into you, condom wrapped a bit too tight around him. Riding you gently as he mumbled the sweetest things into your ear. He made sure to make it special.

Sometimes he'd tease you by working shirtless in the barn, he'd ride Agustín, A pure bred horse, hat snug on his head. Your friends would unabashedly stare at him.

"Señoritas" (Ladies)

He tipped his hat but you knew that smile on his face belonged to you only, your friends giggling and gushing over the fact you had such fine man, under your care.

You felt shame washing over you at the breathless petitions you made him.

"Use the rope!" He would. He would tie your hands above you in one of the posts as his girth rammed viciously into your tight and soaking pussy, only to leave it swollen, full of him and flushed by the constant slapping of his toned hips.

"Choke me" He'd squeeze his large hand that easily wrapped on your neck, cutting the air enough to pump his load inside a couple of times inside your greedy cunt.

"Dios mío, preciosa" He growled as you milked and squeezed him. He could feel every pulsation of your insides embracing him, trapping him.

But this time he was being particularly rough on you. The frustration of you not being swollen with his baby at this point made him to rile your legs up to his shoulders, spreading you, as his fat, cum leaking, thick cock sheathed on your pussy-sleeve

He covered your mouth as your hands fisted in tight balls on his chest, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"No hagas mucho..." He growled as his hips smacked yours with such force it sent you bouncing underneath him, "Ruido" (Don't make too much noise)

Your mewls and grunts died on your mouth as he fucked you thoroughly.

"Te vas a ver tan chula con esta pancita redonda" (You'll look gorgeous with this round belly)

God, the thrill to have him all to yourself doing as you asked, only to be pampered later with such delicacy made your stomach flutter. Your mother would surely die out of a heart attack if she knew you were letting the farmboy she disliked so much, fill your little tight hole to the brim as many times as he saw fit. And your father, would surely want to shoot him for corrupting you.

"Ya quiero casarme contigo, chaparrita" (I already wanna marry you, baby)

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he didn't show any signs of stopping, at least not anytime soon. Pleasure borderline biting and overwhelming. In reality was, That Miguel only obliged at your wishes just to see your pretty, dolled up eyes rolling to the back for him and he alone.

"Pa' llenarte de hijos preciosos. Sólo mírate" (T'fill you with pretty children. Just look at you)

"So pretty and good f'me, yeah?" you nodded and your spine arched.

He was definitely fucking a baby into you tonight.

[yanderefarm]

yandere cultist but its omegaverse

cw; religion, cults, yandere themes, omegaverse

ill post the introduction for him later too. ive had this idea for a minute i thought it was fun. u always see yandere cult leaders wheres the yandere followers who act the way they do because they're following what they were told. wheres the yandere cultists who have been convinced that you're their chosen soulmate and will do anything to prove it to you.

also i got the dominant thing from a yaoi manhwa i dropped i don't remember what it was called but im sure this trope isn't original to the verse i just put my own spin on it

you're what's called a "dominant" alpha, it's not anything to do with your role in the bedroom and more the strength of your traits. rut inhibitors and scent blockers have no effect on you while you struggle with interest in typical omegas. but because of the rarity of the condition it wasn't often taught about in schools. trying to find a "dominant" omega on normal dating apps was practically impossible.

that's why you turned to more conservative dating apps. less likely to find people who thought dominant omegas meant strap ons and muzzles and more likely to find people who thought the term dominant omega was a sin. while you don't agree with them an omega is a whole lot easier to reason with.

thats how you met him. he was a beautiful boy with long blue hair and lovely floral dresses. all his pictures were either clearly church pictures or candid shots of him working on a farm. all you really needed to see was the marked off dominant omega trait at this point but him being a cutie was a bonus.

you checked to make sure he was what he said he was and then you two hit it off immediately. he was shy but he used the cutest emojis, lots of hearts and sparkles. you found yourself talking to him every second of every day, completely enamored by the sweetheart he was.

so when you asked if you could finally go on a date in person you were surprised to find your stark differences reared their head. you had to meet his dad before you could go on a date. sure. he's made it no secret that he's a sheltered religious boy. the comment he also added about ensuring his purity was intact was unneeded but you could get past it. he's a good person.

he's a good person who happens to live in the same Happy Homes compound you had just watched a video essay about. you were surprised... and horrified. still as creepy as the place was you were too attached to him at this point to just abandon him here. if he couldn't be convinced to leave that's one thing but you hadn't even tried yet.

his family was warm and welcoming, a few uncomfortable comments and his eldest brother wouldn't stop glaring at you but that's not unique to them. it was a relatively normal farm house surrounded by identical farm houses. what could go wrong?

you had dinner with them and they even invited you to church with them. you knew you weren't about to be convinced to join the cult so you agreed. his father let you borrow some nice clothes and you ended up taking your boyfriend, his mother, and one of his sisters in your car.

the sermon was. boring. nothing uniquely offensive that you wouldn't find in any conservative religious church. the surprising part came with the announcements. the pastor, a beta dressed in white ushered your boyfriend and 4 other omegas onto the stage.

he talked about a plan, a calling each of them had from god. they were each supposed to bring wayward alphas to the church to join them in the house of god. yeah, you could get the gist and before you could even try to stand up one of the other boyfriends did so. he was talking about how this was bullshit and he didn't buy into this crazy crap. and then he collapsed. you watched as 2 others joined him in either death or unconsciousness.

the pastor ushered you onto the stage and your boyfriend's brother dragged you up by the arms. your heart was pounding in your ears and the lights above were glaringly bright. you barely noticed when your boyfriend's arms wrapped around your own.

"and you too shall enter the happiest homes. may god bless you."

you felt your mind go numb and the next thing you knew you were on the floor.

[holybibly]

girl i really dunno how to ask but ummm i...i mean WE need more preacher/saint/priest content....oh i just thought priest yunho with some cnc and bdsm........and maybe some watersports....oh. my. god. i died. my eyes are only seeing some whips, punishment and a lot of sin. bye.

Hi, honey, how are you? I really spoiled you, didn't I? But it seems that everyone is just as crazy about hot priests/pasors,preachers, and nuns as I am. Woo was hotter than hell when he was a priest, don't you think, bunnies?

I've already mentioned that I'll be doing a sequel for each member, but I'll tell you more so you can look forward to my updates.

Below I mention religious, hierophilia and church related topics. Bunnies, please refrain from reading if such content makes you uncomfortable. You have been warned!

Beware of False Prophets Demon San x Reader

Everyone in your town has been talking about the arrival of a new priest. The parishioners have been on their knees in praise of Pastor Choi San ever since he walked through the doors of your little church. He was devout, quiet, and, for a priest, incredibly handsome. He quickly became the object of admiration and wet dreams.

And you were not left out. The way his cat-like eyes would sometimes linger on you during Mass, or the way your name would roll off his tongue when he addressed you, made you blush with shame, not only at the dirty thoughts in your head but also at the fact that your panties were getting too wet just by looking at San.

But little did you know that Pastor Choi San had much more forbidden and depraved intentions towards you than that. Not all that glitters is gold, and not everyone is a saint who wears a holy robe.

It is said that one should beware of false prophets, for good intentions lead to hell. Or maybe the demon San will disguise himself as the new pastor of your church and try to tempt you into committing a sin.

Are you callin' me a sinner? Priest Yunho x Widow Reader

It was never in your wildest dreams that you'd be a widow at such a young age. Less than three months had passed since you got married when your husband tragically died, and this became the talk of your small town.

People walked past you, looked at you with disgust, closed their doors in front of you, and pointedly ignored you as if you had committed some mortal sin, which is probably what they thought you had done. You were so young and too beautiful, and your husband... Your husband was a man much older than you. You loved him; you really did, and losing him destroyed you. Your husband left you a huge fortune to inherit, and people whispered that you killed him to get money and to take a lover. Some even said you made a pact with the devil by killing your husband in return for your unearthly beauty and money. They said that you were a sinful brat.

Your only comfort at that time was faith, and you spent all your evenings in prayer and penance. One day, your housekeeper advised you to contact the priest, Jeong Yunho, describing him as a pious, compassionate, and gentle person who always showed mercy to everyone and granted the desired forgiveness of sins to all the troubled hearts. But she neglected to mention that Yunho was also an incredibly handsome young man who was more likely to tempt you to sin than to help you atone for it.

"I will help you get rid of your sins, my child." His hoarse voice whispered in your ear as he let the dress fall from your shoulders and down your back.

"I am going to cleanse you of the sin and the impurity of this world." Yunho said as he put a blindfold over your eyes and tied your hands behind your back.

"The only way you will be able to atone for your sins is through pain, and I will help you with that, my dear." He said this, accompanying his words with a lash of his whip across your bare skin.

Say yes to Heaven Pastor Yeosang x Libertine Reader

You never wanted to have anything as much as you wanted to have Kang Yeosang. He was handsome. He looked like an angel. He was everything that you ever wanted to sink your teeth into. He was your church's pastor. And that was what drove the hell out of you.

Yeosang was a simple man—an incredibly sweet and gentle man—who always helped his parishioners find the right path and to find God in their hearts. You, however, could brag about an endless list of sins and vices that you proudly displayed, like your favourite red lipstick. If given the chance, you would paint the whole town red, but mostly you wanted to see it smeared around Pastor Yeosang's handsome cock while you deepthroated him. The two of you came from completely different worlds—a saint and a sinner—but you had always believed that opposites attract.

Every mass was a game of seduction for you, and you wondered how far you could go before the angelic halo over Yeosang's head would crack and he would fuck you senseless. Although you had doubts that he could do it, you had a feeling that he was a virgin and would probably faint at the sight of a pink, wet pussy in front of his pretty angelic face. God, the boy was so holy and inexperienced about sex.

But how wrong you were about him! There are always two sides to every coin, and you will learn from experience that there are some desires that are better left as fantasies. Or the one where Pastor Yeosang fucks you to the last inch of your life and teaches you the concept of out-of-body experiences through orgasm.

Me and the Devil Lucifer Seonghwa x Reader Nun

From the day your parents took you to church for the first time, you knew that your life would be one of devotion to God. Of course, this was not the destiny your family wanted for you, but they still supported you on your way to becoming a virgin bride.

The convent where you lived to prepare for your vows was far from home and did not have the best reputation. But the priest of your parish convinced you that it was there, and nowhere else, that you could know God. And he was right; you did know God, but it was not the God to whom you prayed every night of your life.

It all began with dreams. Dark and unholy dreams came to you more and more often. The cold hands of a stranger sliding over your skin, a hot tongue exploring your body and lips as if sin itself were branding you with kisses, all ending with the first rays of dawn. Then this strange cat appeared and would not leave your side for a minute. But what frightened you most was the disappearance of the other nuns. One after the other, they vanished without a trace, until there were only a few novices left in the convent.

The night you took your vows was dark and moonless. So were the eyes of the dark-winged angel who appeared before you. It was as if he were woven of pure sin, depravity, and rage, oozing from his skin like ichor, and the rustle of his wings was the very sound you would hear before your death. But Angel, Lucifer, Seonghwa—call him what you like—came here with one goal: to finally get his bride.

"Do you have faith that your God will be the answer to your prayers, my beautiful bride? Do you believe that he is going to save you?" Seonghwa's lips touched your cheek, and his burning breath flowed across your skin. "You belong to me. Your soul, your faith, your body—all of it belongs to me. And you will accept me as your husband, dear child. Or you will say goodbye to your life at dawn."

There will be a separate post for Mingi, Jongho and Hongjoong. I am going to leave you in suspense, my little bunnies.

There's no harm in a bit of intrigue, is there?

[be-my-sunrise]

8:25pm

pairings: churchboy!mark x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 720

warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, teasing, brat taming(kinda?), hair pulling, edging, creampie

The day started off quite normal. Although you and Mark slept through the alarm, both of you still made it in time to church for Sunday Service. Most of the seats were taken by the time you both got there, so you had to sit in the back. 

It has only been ten minutes since the pastor started preaching, and you were already distracted. You might look like you're paying attention, but you're actually busy replaying the events from last night in your head. Mark had just returned from his business trip yesterday, so the two of you spent the whole night getting steamy in bed. The sex after his business trips–or whenever both of you have to spend some time apart–is always mind-blowing. Not that it's bad before, but all the waiting and anticipation just make it even better. There's one more thing that also leads to mind-blowing sex: when you're acting like a brat.

You didn't want to do this, but the thrill of doing such sinful actions in a holy place aroused you. You need Mark right now. You started teasing Mark by placing a hand on his thigh, slowly inching closer to his crotch. Mark shrugged it off at first, but then he was kind of pissed when your fingers kept 'accidentally' brushing over his cock. 

Everything after that happened so quickly, and now here you are, chest pressed against the wall inside one of the stalls in a women's bathroom, moaning as Mark takes you from behind. You hiss when Mark yanks your hair back, his hot breath hitting your neck.

"I told you to behave, but you decided to be a brat instead." He said in a low voice. "Last night wasn't enough for you?"

"N-no.."

"No? How pathetic, you can't even last ten minutes without my cock inside you. What would God think about that, hm?"

A loud moan escapes your lips as Mark slams his hips harder against yours, pushing his cock deeper. He covers your mouth with his other hand to muffle your moans.

"Quiet, angel. Or is that what you want, hm? You want the people outside to hear how good I'm making you feel?"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he hits your sweet spot, making you clench around his cock.

"Fuck–do that again." He throws his head back and screws his eyes shut as you clench once again. 

"Don't even think about cumming, I know you're close. Hold it or I won't let you cum at all."

Not long after, you feel Mark's cock twitch before spilling thick ropes of cum inside you. He lets out a deep growl as he fills you up with his load, the warmth making you hum in pleasure. Mark holds you close, steadying your body when your knees buckle underneath you.

Your muscles go tense as you're reaching your climax, lips tucked between your teeth to bite back a moan. Mark pulls out abruptly just when you're about to cum. You whine at the sudden emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing.

"No! Mark, please–"

"Brats like you don't get to cum."

Mark gives your ass a spank, earning a yelp from you. He fixes your panties before his cum drips out and pulls your dress down. You press your thighs together, letting out a choked sob knowing it won't be enough to give you the relief you wanted. Mark tucks his cock back inside his pants and gives you a peck on your cheek.

"Fix your hair, I'm going back outside."

After Mark leaves, you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. With the messy hair, smudged mascara, and smeared lipstick? Yeah, people would definitely know you just had your insides rearranged. 

Once you feel like you look decent enough, you go back outside and find Mark in your seats. You plop down next to him and he gives you a sweet smile, as if he wasn't just balls deep inside you a few minutes ago. Mark puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to whisper in your ear.

"Wait 'til we get home. I'm not finished with you."

His words go straight to your pussy. Excitement bubbles in your chest, fully aware that your plan had worked. 

"You're in for a long night, angel."

a/n: i've had this drabble idea on my notes for so long, and i figured it's time for it to see the light of day. it's supposed to be short, but i kinda got carried away👀 thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!<3

[millieisawriter]

Sacrum et profanum

javier escuella x reader

summary: the story of how the mexican outlaw fell for the pastor's daughter

wc: 2.5k

tw: ends with smut - loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, quite a lot of religious references during the act

english isn't my first language

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this wasn't requested, but if you wish to request something you're more than welcome♡

+18 so none of yalls parents come for me

It was somewhere in Montana where Javier met you. Some little town nearby which the gang was camped. That evening when you two met was nice and chilly, you were just walking back home from a gathering with other women at the church.

Actually, the first time you didn't even talk. You possibly didn't even realize a pair of eyes was on you. But he had noticed you, it was hard not to, you were too beautiful for your own good.

Javier had met many beautiful women in the past, but none of them quite like you. He forgot half of them, if not more, after a few days or so, but he knew that wouldn't be the case with you. So he watched, silently, following you from the shadows.

Maybe it was God who urged him to talk to you the second time he saw you. The need to do it appeared in his mind almost unexpected. He shouldn't, after all, knowing it's not the best idea to start anything with a girl of a different belief.

In the following days, he tried to reason it away, telling himself that there was little to be gained in wanting a girl whose father, firstly, preached a different faith, and secondly one who surely warned you against men like Javier, considering his line of work.

But something urged him to do it.

This time you didn't come straight back home. Something made you turn your gaze towards a patch of beautiful wildflowers nearby, and you stopped momentarily just to gather some.

"Good evening." Was all he said in a greeting, but it was enough to say a lot about him. There was an accent to his voice, one that told you he came from somewhere in the Latin America.

You looked up at the man from where you were kneeling down by the flowers, and then you knew you had to be careful. Not only was he a stranger, but by the way he was dressed you could tell he was a drifter. It would be the best to not engage in a conversation with him at all, but currently you weren't really in a position to do so.

"Oh," you managed as you stood up, clutching the little bouquet of the wildflowers in your hands, "good evening, mister."

Noticing how your eyes slightly widened, he figured he could've taken a better approach. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He apologized as sincerely as he could.

You had no idea what this man could have wanted from you. He was too polite to intend to rob you, what you had assumed at first.

"It's allright." You replied, still trying to remain cautious, even if the man's behavior didn't fit the outlaw archetype your father would often feed your brain with. "I don't think I've seen you around before."

What made you say it? You didn't know. You didn't have to engage in a conversation with this man. You could have excused yourself out of it, and walked back home.

"Just passing through," he admitted, "excuse my forwardness, but I had to approach you. You're very... captivating." He tipped his hat, adding, "Javier Escuella."

Having learnt his name, you then proceeded to introduce yourself, not forgetting to add that you're the pastor's daughter. It seemed like Javier was studying your name as if savoring the sound of it.

You felt the urge to look away, not used to the sort of attention he seemed to be giving you, but you didn't. After all, he was rather captivating, too.

"Well, miss, it was pleasure to meet you. Mind if I walk you home?"

You faltered for a second. A stranger, a drifter on top of that and possibly one of a questionable line of work, asking to walk you home did sound a bit suspicious.

But his tone seemed sincere to your inexperienced ears. So you agreed. "No, I don't mind."

And that was how your story began. It was simple, and kind of sweet. You started sneaking around behind your family's back, making up excuses for your delayed return home, sometimes even daring to sneak out at night just to meet with Javier. So romantic, right?

You haven't been acting like yourself, really, and your family was quick to figure it out. Your father, especially. You didn't know if he assumed, or knew for certain, but he accused you of seeing a man. Maybe your sneaking out just wasn't sneaky enough.

Whatever you had with Javier, wasn't as sweet and romantic in your family's eyes as it was in yours.

"He's not a bad man, daddy!" You exclaimed during one argument.

"Then how come hadn't he come to me first?" You father asked. "A good man always asks the father for permission!"

But this didn't speak to you. Of course, that's what a good man does, but Javier was good to you regardless. To other people, however... well, he told you about the gang, what they do. Maybe what they were doing wasn't morally right, but the idea they did it all for was not that senseless. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor (such as themselves, too). Almost noble, wasn't it?

In the evenings you met, Javier would talk about the injustices he had seen, the rich and powerful who lived untouched by the struggles of the less fortunate ones. And he spoke about Mexico a lot, too.

"Porfirio Díaz," he'd scoff, "he talks about order and progress like he's some saint sent to save us, but who's he saving? Not the people. It's all about the men with deep pockets, the hacendados who sit on their wealth while the rest of us scrape by."

Your eyes would widen, as you had always been unaware of what was happening outside of your little town, especially in foreign countries miles away.

"I had no idea it could get that bad." You'd mutter, as if trying to apologize for the actions of the bad people.

"It did get really bad," Javier would confirm, "in the mines and plantations, people work themselves to death. And the campesinos who once owned their own land, Díaz has stripped them of it all. Forced them into a kind of slavery, with debts they'll never pay."

"What about your family?"

He went silent for a longer moment everytime you'd ask about his family. Not that he didn't like talking about them. He loved them, cared about them. But talking about them could lead him to revealing a bit too much about his past, which he didn't want to happen just yet.

"I don't know, I haven't heard from them since I left." Was all he'd say, and then change the topic. "It's not that different here. Those in power look down on everyone else, like they're entitled to all the best things. Same sort of greed, the same control."

Many times you wanted to ask him why won't he go back there, the question lingering in your mind. At some point you thought maybe he just didn't want to, but why would he care if he thought America was the same?

And one time, he answered the question without you even having to ask about it. "Maybe one day this will all end and I will have a place to return to. But until then, I try to survive here with the gang, making our own justice."

You felt so attracted to his words. There was a thrill to being with someone so different, someone who believed in something beyond the rules you had grown up with. Your father's words still haunted you, though.

You knew how disappointed your father was, and that weighted on your chest like a big rock. Not like the guilt would ever stop you from continuing to sneak out.

One night when you sneaked out to meet Javier, he took you on a ride on Boaz. You two rode off to some secluded spot in a forest, stopped just by the river.

"My daddy thinks you're no good for me," you decided to confess, sitting down on the grass, "he always told me men like you are bad."

"Bad? Why bad?" Javier asked, sitting down next to you. He knew the answer, and he knew your father was right.

"You you shoot people, you steal from people, these are sins," you paused, and Javier could see you were figuring it out on your own, "but I know you do this for a good cause."

Javier leaned back, propping his arms behind him. He was aware of the sins he commits, but he knew God forgives him every time. Every man he killed or stole from, he did it in good faith, after all.

You fiddled with a blade of grass, staring down at your hands. "But... don't you fear for your soul?"

Javier replied confidently, "I believe God knows my heart. I think... I hope that God understands."

Your whole life your father had taught you about God, sin and salvation, about the strict path that must be followed without deviation. And, knowing that Javier was a catholic, you thought he'd see it in the same way. But somehow, his beliefs seemed more open, laid back, even if catholicism was supposed to be the branch of christianity more strict than protestantism.

Sensing your uncertainity, Javier reached out, touching you gently. "I don't think God cares about rules as much as He cares about our intentions, mi corazón."

For a moment, you just looked at him, letting him wash you over like the water at your feet. There was something freeing in what he said. Something human and imperfect, but deeply tender. You wondered, for the first time, if there could be a world beyond rules and judgments that you were raised with.

You turned to look at Javier, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks as you abandoned the heavy thoughts that had clouded your mind. "What does mi corazón mean?"

Javier smirked. "It means my heart. Like calling someone darling in english."

Hearing him say it made your own heart quicken. You realized you'd never felt this way with anyone before. As his fingers traced gentle circles on the back of your hand, the touch alone was enough to set aside every doubt you could've had. Javier looked at you with a softness that broke through every barrier, his gaze holding yours like a prayer.

"Is that what I am to you?" You asked, the nickname he used for you making it feel like a promise of eternal love. "You heart?"

"Sí, eres mi corazón." He answered, pulling you closer, and even though you didn't know any spanish, you understood his words well.

And then you allowed him to kiss you, but it didn't stop on that. His actions went further, his movements careful as if afraid of breaking some unspoken vow between the two of you.

You let him guide you our of your clothes, feeling some kind of holiness in his touch, as if he wanted to worship like a deity. Soon after that, he removed each piece of his own clothing too, so that there were no barriers between you.

You'd be lying if you were to state you weren't scared. But the desire you felt was stronger than your fears, even if you've never been with a man like this before.

You were a virgin.

He had you underneath himself, one of his hands supporting his body above yours, while the other gently cupped your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his.

"Don't be afraid, mi corazón, I won't hurt you." He murmured.

"Not what I worry about," you replied, "what if..." you hesitated, feeling the weight of a lifetime's worth of sermons, prayers, and your father's preaching pressing down on you. "What if I'll be condemned to hell for this? For wanting you, for...us?"

"Do you really think a God who made us so full of love would punish you for feeling it, corazón?"

He was right, you knew that. So you did something you hadn't expected yourself to do. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him in to kiss him.

At the same time, you felt a new sensation, one so unfamiliar to your body, but one that felt so good. You couldn't help, but gasp as you felt Javier filling you up with his dick. He did it slowly, almost tentatively, as if handling something sacred. Every inch he pushed into you was like an offering for your holy self.

And to him, each sigh, each moan you gave in return was an absolution to his sinful soul. Your bodies fit perfectly together like two hands holding the same rosary.

As your head fell back, the words slipped from your lips, "Oh, God." Both sacred and sinful at the same time, both cursing you for the rest of your life, and sending you straight to Heaven in Javier's embrace.

Javier kissed these words off your lips, his hips never stopping snapping into yours, and the wetter you got, the more rapidly he could fuck into you.

The act got you wondering, why is it considered so sinful when it gives so much pleasure. You were commiting a great sin, giving yourself to a man you weren't married to, but it felt godly. Maybe that was why it was so sinful - because it was indescribably blissful, so divine. Because it made the man seem like some kind of a deity in the moment, instead of the God in the sky directly above.

If you were going to get punished for this, you didn't mind. You didn't care. You could do this a thousand times over and over again.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna–" Javier said, feeling himself approaching closer to the edge.

For some reason, despite this being your first time, you knew exactly what his words men. And despite everything that could happen after this, despite all the possible consequences, you once again said something you didn't expect yourself to say.

"Don't pull out," the words left your mouth almost instinctively, "I want you to fill me up."

Every part of you wanted to feel it, to take all of him without hesitation. He did as you asked, filling you up as he reached his high. You felt warmth spread over your body, starting from the center of your abdomen, reaching every place of your body like a strike of lightning, and feeling his release shoot into you made it even more intense.

You were breathless, and Javier stayed buried inside you for a moment longer after the both of you were finished, his cock like a cork stopping his seed from spilling out from your sacret grove.

"I'm starting to understand why people sin so much," you giggled.

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Chapter 2: Damage gets done ~ hozier (MY LOVE)

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a/n: again, sorry this took so long, life’s been stressful but I hope y’all like it <33 its long af tho

this is honestly just me messing around with happiness and then destroying it soon 😍

c/w: smut in future chaps!!, religious trauma, internalised homophobia, religious manipulation/abuse, implied abuse by parent

summary: you grew up religious without questions and in summer you would get send to vacation bible school. The camp always felt like prison to you, until a very interesting girl appeared.

7/22/2007 (sunday, week 1)

Readers pov:

10:02 a.m

The faces of the others were frozen as you trudged back to the hostel, which you couldn't blame them for. You don't see two girls with wet clothes here every morning, and the fact that you had to walk past the dining room to get to the stairs didn't exactly help you stay inconspicuous.

You and Ellie lost track of time a bit and were already too late when you noticed that breakfast had already started. The dining room doesn't really have a single door, the room was just completely open with no wall or door that could have protected you from being seen.

Giggles and agitated whispers immediately started as Ellie walked past the large room and down the corridor. Pastor Tobias' eyes pierced into back of your head as you walked past the hall.

Ellie found it all very entertaining and waved to a group of people who greeted her back with a laugh.

You, however, couldn't meet anyone's gaze, not your friends and certainly not Pastor Tobi's.

With your head bowed and your wet hair hitting your red cheek, you quickly fidget past all the spectators.

After 2 days, the events came dry from the lips of the people and you and Ellie could walk through the halls with a little less shame.

Or at least you did.

Ellie didn't think the whole thing was so bad. She said she didn't care and that it was worth it. That you hadn't done anything wrong, and she was right, you hadn't done anything bad.

But guilt was beggingly nibbling at your skin, hoping to be let into your brain where you would make up some fucked up mistake.

The singing of the choir and hazel next to you make it a little harder to think about all this, but not impossible. With your luck, you might dream about it. The whole scene in front of you, is so familiar that it feels like you are timely. The many children of different ages who sing their souls out to be enough.

Some of them are also really good, and some are good and love to sing. But they will probably not get any further than your little congregation, because it was explained to you from an early age that those talents you own are there to serve God and only him.

Acting out of free will would make you feel too guilty.

Your gaze rushes behind a shoulder to Ellie, and even she sings with it. Ellie seems to have made friends with a group of boys and girls a few days ago. She fits in pretty well, everyone looks like they don't feel like being here.

The short-haired girl catches your eyes and winks at you slightly, which makes you grin. She's so inserious, it's to laugh sometimes. With the same grin, she makes a small movement with her fingers and hands that looks as if she is composing something on an invisible piano. You understand that she just wants to tease you and show her a guitar-playing gesture.

"Don't do that!"

The hissing in your ear scares you, and you shake together briefly. After you have stretched your body forward again, and your shoulders feel like wooden boards, you give Hazel an apologetic look.

She unobtrusively holds a finger to her lips instead of telling you to shut up.

But her look is not as angry as she sounded, she admonishes you to stay out of trouble and you have to admit, that has often saved your ass.

When you were smaller, you wanted to try out almost everything, whether it was because of your quick trust in other people or because you just hated yourself too much to have any self respect left, no matter what it was, it almost messe up your life. Or rather your social life in church. And Hazel was like a warning hand that pulled you back again and again, saving yiuin the last moment.

When the piano music ends quietly and slowly, everyone sits down again, and a squeak sounds through the room. The piano that is played on every morning is old, but still sounds quite good. You could play all the hillsong songs and the old ones of your grandparents with your eyes closed if you had to, but Tanja does a good alternative job for you.

Your mother liked it so much, when the piano was played in the service that she thought it would be all the more beautiful if her daughter sat up there.

"Good morning everyone"

The older pastor leans against his narrow pedestal with the large cross on front and looks slowly through the rows.

"Personally, I find that 2 days are enough to get used to a life in nature and among themselves with God" he sighs tired for a short time as if he is already disappointed about something.

"Tomorrow you will go to the city with your assigned room partners and grou leaders and spread God's word”

Groaning resounds around in the room, most of pre teens who would rather do anything else than talk to strangers in the summer heat. Your group also has less desire, but this happens here every year like a kind of tradition, so you've been preparing for it.

"Not only that! The kitchen also prepares candied apples, which you can then all hand out nicely together!"

That was new. However, you understand the purpose behind it, you would also like it more to sit and listen here with a candied apple. In recent years, so many people have slammed the door in front of your nose that a few apples can't be bad.

"Hey girls" Louisa's voice makes you all look over your shoulder.

She kneels in front of you to be able to whisper better and more inconspicuously.

"You have kitchen duty this afternoon, please don't forget it and don't plan anything"

you all nod in Union.

"fuck"

"Kate!" Admonished hazel.

"What? It always takes like what? 2 hours?-"

"2 hours and 46 minutes" you improve her.

The four girls look at you confused.

"I stopped time last year out of boredom"

hazel grins at you, you twist your eyes but there is also a soft smile on your lips. You know exactly what's going through her head.

'That's so weird but just too sweet'

"I can't even remember the last time" murmurs naveah dreamy, her gaze rigidly on the ceiling.

"Probably because it was so traumatic that your brain simply deleted it for you" Kate dramatically her index finger against her head.

"It wasn't so bad, Kate exaggerates."

"I don't"

"my legs hurt all day"

Kate's and Mia's voices roll over and you smile. Hazel looks at you questioningly. You gambled with your shoulders.

"2 hours and 46 minutes Hazel..."

the girl shakes her head and her brown curls fall around her face a few times. "I thought it was okay"

Kate snorts. "Haze you would walk around in underwear in the snow if it happened in the name of the church."

"You wouldn’t?

11:38 a.m (sunday, week 1)

Three. You got 3 soccer balls shot in your face within 1 hour. You're not surprised that one of them was from Caleb, but the other two were shot by the same pretty black-haired girl, and it didn't look like she was sorry.

"What the…"

You stare at her and Caleb's backs during the water break and hope that it was just a coincidence, even if deep down you know that it wasn´t.

"Does he still not like you?" Naveah, sweating, picks up her water bottle while her eyes wander from time to time between you and Caleb.

You shrug, now more focused on Caleb fooling around with some guys.

The air in the gym was incredibly thick and almost unbearable, but the leaders still talked you into a soccer match. It was more or less Hazel's decision anyway and you guys do everything she does. The high windows let in the warm sun, whose heat wasn't particularly welcome right now.

The teams are mixed, meaning there are boys and girls on the same teams, aged 16 to 18. There weren't many, but enough to at least form 2 fair groups with even a few substitutions on the bench.

Ellie is nowhere to be seen , which doesn't surprise you, you regret ever saying yes to this, but you miss her in the disgusting, sweaty, narrow air. Her presence and her funny jokes would have been the only thing that could have made this a little less shitty.

"What's the deal with him anyway?" Naveah doesn't seem to let this go.

"We just don't like each other, that's just how it is sometimes."

She frowns.

"I don't think you can hate each other so much without a reason."

"I don't hate Caleb, I don't really care about him"

Naveah lets out a snort.

"Damn didn't know you could be a little bitchy too"

Caleb turns briefly in your direction and you take that as a sign to turn away and finally sit down for the next 8 minutes. Naveah does the same.

“I think everyone can be a little bitchy, you can’t like everyone and everything”

“Jesus could”

“Well im not Jesus”

she stretches her legs out next to you and sighs deeply.

"I know, even if this doesn't sound good, I sometimes find the principle of the church really fucked up. I try to love everyone, even people who do bad things to me, but it doesn't always work."

You're very surprised that she comes to you with this, but now that she did, you want to give her the best comfort you can.

"That's okay, naveah. We're neither God nor Jesus, we can do some things and we can't do some other. And we find a lot of things difficult. So Hate who you want"

naveah laughs and then becomes creepily serious again.

"Thanks, since you became friends with Ellie, you seem more relaxed to me."

Thinking, you try to remember your life before Ellie, but you can't. Before that everything was much more colorless, it didn't make as much sense as it does now.

"yes, I guess"

"no matter what Hazel says, you're right, Ellie isn't bad. How can a bad person make someone else this happy?"

12:24 p.m (sunday, week 1)

You haven't heard from Ellie all morning. It was almost as if she had completely disappeared, and if you're honest, you've had the feeling for a while that one day, she would just run away from here.

You wouldn´t hold it against her, but you would still feel dejected and left behind.

naveah and you talk a lot more after the game, she's more like you than you thought and you think she's good company. She understands your humor and you don't feel stupid or judged after every sentence you say.

It often happens to you that you wish for a world and reality in which it was always so easy to live. Where not every breath you take feels wasted.

You try very hard not to think about Caleb or your siblings back home. Homesickness seemed to catch up with you sooner or later anyway, but you didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The summer heat was bearable, but it was still uncomfortable, so you spent most of your time indoors. Shortly after 12, Naveah suggested playing a few rounds of Uno with you, and since there was nothing better to do, you agreed.

"My father taught me uno, I can still remember that"

there is a very faint smile in her voice that touches your ears. She sounded a bit sad, as if she´s mourning that time of her life.

"I don't know your father at all"

you put a wish card on top of the pile of other cards. One round probably turned into a few.

"He's not really a christian, sometimes I think that's why he is the way he is"

"What do you mean?"

"He has a lot of emotions, he doesn't know what to do with them."

Christian parents are often very strict, as there are many rules in both parenting and the Bible that you have to follow. But since Naveah is talking about her atheist father, you don't really have a picture of what she really means, both your parents are religious.

"I don't understand exactly what you mean naveah…"

half of your brain is focused on the girl in front of you and the other half on the cards on the floor. Naveah moved around a little to sit down a little more comfortably, but this position didn´t seemed to free her from the emotional discomfort.

"Sometimes he doesn't know where to put all the anger. My mother doesn't help much with that either. Both of them know how to provoke each other, but only one of them knows how to deal with feelings."

"I still don't know what you mean? How does that affect you and your fathers relationship?"

It seems absurd to you how you talk about something like that while you're playing Uno, but if that's what she needs.

"Girls, lunch is ready and then you have to rinse off."

Louisa's voice flashes through the room and everyone moves quickly, but you make a mental note to talk to her about it later. You walk at a slow pace down the hallway and the other girls just rush past you. You remember how easy everything seemed to you at that age.

On the second floor you meet Jonathan.

“Hey you got wash up duity, don’t you?”

A dramatic groan leaves your mouth and you nod.

Joanthan is nice. You know his parents very well and you both grew up together as often as you saw each other at school and he was one of the only boys who wasn't interested in bullying girl for fun.

"Are you in the same room with Samuel?"

“Samuel and Austin, luckily”

You nod in understanding and see your group of girls whizzing past you out of the corner of your eye. Hazel turns to you briefly and gives you that grin and suddenly you know exactly what's going on here. An unpleasant feeling spreads through you and you try hard to ignore it.

"yeah… it's nice that you're still friends"

"I can't believe how long I've been able to put up with these two"

You giggle a little bit uncomfortable and think about the many pranks the three boys have pulled off. Both here in the camp and at school.

“Have you planned any new pranks?”

"hmm I don't know if I can tell you that" Jonathan grins at you.

"Well, if I hear something about a prank, I know who it was."

He shrugs and chuckles softly.

"Do you know what you're planning to do after the summer holidays? Now that we've finished school." you ask him.

He doesn't seem so sure about his answer.

"Not really, I don't know yet whether I want to stay here or go further away. Samuel wants to study in new york, I feel a bit left behind"

left behind. You know the fear of that as well.

"No matter what you decide, you have a future everywhere, time goes by either way"

he smiles at you and combs a few thick curls out of his face. You notice that he's looking at you longer than necessary.

"Hey would you like-" "Jesus where are they?"

You try strenuously to find Hazel's brown curls over the many people's heads, but they are nowhere to be seen.

"Sorry Jonathan, I have to find the others before they can no longer manage to save a seat for me."

you lie coldly to his face.

Without any further words, you quickly march through the many groups. You can feel his confused look burning at your spine, but whatever he wanted wasn't what you wanted.

You notice two things in the dining room.

Luckily Hazel secured a spot for you and Ellie is talking to the girl who shot a fucking ball at you. Twice.

Ellie's face seemed neutral, she was smiling slightly.

Jealousy overcomes you and you´re embarrassed at how quickly and unexpectedly it happens. Your cheeks redden and you feel very immature, like in middle school when you were mad that Hazel had other friends besides you.

You sit down in silence next to Hazel, who has already placed a plate at your place. Some pureed vegetable soup that you have to force down.

"What did Jonathan want?" Kate leans forward eagerly.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan is a good distraction for once.

"You're being so childish"

"Come on, we're just curious"

That's how it was always with the boys. No matter what people say, Christian girls are obsessed with boys, no matter how much the feeling of guilt trys to destroy that. For many, boys even come before God in terms of interest.

Not necessarily boys, but more the romance itself. The acceptance and recognition of being enough for a man.

Your eyes flick to Ellie, who is still talking to her about something seemingly funny. Of course you don't care.

“He didn’t want anything from me and even if he did it i would not care.”

1:14 p.m (sunday, week 1)

You are just waiting to be let into the kitchen. It's nothing unusual to take on kitchen duty in camp. It's a kind of thank you from the church to the kitchen for cooking warm food every day. Every girl's room gets a turn twice a year. After the girls' rooms have all been through to the second time, there are two more boys' rooms so that it doesn't get unfair. Ironic isn´ it?

Every year it's the same, every year you can hear the boys crying and complaining when they're the ones who have to do it this year. Now was your day where you have to wash 200 dishes. The staff and managers involved.

Ellie isn't here yet. She can't really have forgotten it, Louisa reminded her not to do anything between 1 and 3 p.m. this morning.

"Okay girls, then let's get to work."

Lousia opens the door to the kitchen a little too enthusiastically with her key and everyone follows her limply. It's the same place with the same number of dirty dishes.

Washing the dishes yourself isn't that bad for you, it's the fact that this kitchen is so damn dark.

For some reason there are only 3 windows in the white, old room. The tiles on the floor are already old and a few edges have broken off, the potholes were noticeable on the sole of your slippers. It still smells like soup and detergent and you wonder who would want to spend hours doing something like that.

“Here” Hazel hands you gloves and an apron.

"Sorry I'm late" Ellie stands in the doorway, panting, looking for Lousia's gaze, but it still stays on you.

"Hey" she smiles at you… shyly?

You smile back and pull the apron over your head.

"Ellie… please don't let this happen again."

“I promise it won´t”

Hazel also hands her the things and Ellie doesn’t hesitate for a second. You're a little surprised that she showed up at all, but she seems a bit inergic to you.

"Okay, we'll divide into 3 groups and one will rinse while the other dries and puts thw dishes away," you almost order the others.

You grew up with a very tidy mother and a big sister, you know a lot about tidying up and organization. That's why no one hesitates and does what you said.

"I wanted to talk to you all day"

Ellie's rough voice loops into your right ear and you quickly grab the dishes and a sponge as a distraction and start to rinse.

"I'll rinse you dry"

Ellie seems surprised to have to pick up a plate but does as you say.

"Everything okay?"

What bothers you is how easy it is for her to read you.

“Yes, everything is perfect”

“It doesn’t seem like it?”

"That's your self Ellie?"

"Did anything happen?"

"No"

"Did I do something?"

"Ellie!"

You say her name a little loudly and Mia, who is standing across from you, turns to you briefly and smiles encouragingly at you.

No, that is completely wrong. You shouldn't be mad at Ellie, you should stand by her, she could be in distress or something.

You direct your gaze again, an embarrassing blush on your face.

As strange as it sounds, Ellie really looks beautiful in an apron. Her soft curves, her forearms that show off her fair, freckled skin and the black ink of her tattoo. She always has to pull up her sleeves no matter what she does.

"I just had a bad day okay?"

You take the next plate.

"Her name is Ruth"

Ruth. you imagine how the name would feel on your tongue, how it would taste. How it would taste on Ellie's tongue. Shaking, you banish the thought because the thought of a sentence where both Ellie’s tongue and taste appear, seems too dangerous to you.

"I didn't ask that"

"You didn't have to"

Nobody speaks for 10 minutes, there is complete silence. Your thoughts rush from one corner of your brain to the other. You didn't want to argue with her, you didn't want to be anything other than hers.

soon you realize that you have no right to be angry with Ellie. She can talk to whoever she wants. Strangely enough, it also seemed to make a certain amount of sense for Ellie that you were angry.

You Wonder why.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs next to you, a wet glass in her hand.

"You don't have to be, you didn't do anything, Ellie."

Your anger subsided, and your longing for Ellie's soft, warm voice grew.

"I haven't paid any attention to you all day."

"You don't have to-"

"But I want to. As often as I can."

Sometimes you think that she doesn't even notice what she's actually saying to you. That she's in a trance and doesn't even notice what's falling over her lips. How vulgar her allusions are, and how good they feel.

You turn around briefly, but no one seems to have heard.

"It's okay, don't worry about it now."

"I really am sorry though." Her hand rests gently on your back, but doesn't quite touch you. it is the gesture itself that counts here, but you can't help but think of her soft skin, of her many freckles that are certainly not only on her face.

"I know. Me too, I shouldn't have acted around like that"

her face shows how happy she was with the situation and you smiled too.

"I like your hair. It's really pretty braided" she whispers

her hands sadly turn back to the dishes and your gaze remains stuck to her for a while. But how could you not? who would ever want to look away from her?

"what did you want to tell me?" you ask her.

"how do you know that I want to tell you something?"

"you get really fidgety when you want to talk about something"

you notice so many things about her. how her leg fidgets slightly, how she keeps having to change her position and shifts her hips from left to right, how she bites her cheek, sometimes too hard.

"um... I had an idea"

"Ellie, no-"

"I haven't said anything yet"

the running water covers your voices, luckily, and no one notices.

"We're handing out these apples tomorrow and I thought to myself-"

you give her another glass and look into her soul.

"That's stupid and we're not 10 anymore, Ellie, what makes you think of something like that?"

Ellie takes the glass slowly and carefully, not breaking eye contact with you. Her eyes look hurt.

"Please explain it to me" you try to make your voice softer, more trustworthy.

"I don't want to be here. You don't understand, you're here every year and people love you. There's something wrong with me and I'm reminded of it every fucking day, I just want to show him what it's like to be treated like that"

you could hear the tears in her voice. You noticed early on with your brother that some people just don't cry, or at least don't like to. They express their tears differently, with Ellie it's her voice.

Her voice shows how she's feeling just as clearly as tears would have.

The kitchen is divided into two compartments. One is where they cook and the other is where they put the dirty dishes and clean them.

"How are we even supposed to get into the kitchen? And how do we know that they haven't already put the glaze on the apples? We don't know anything, Ellie-"

"Jesse's mother is volunteering to help in the kitchen. He said that he needs to help his mother to candy the apples this evening. But before that we can make a few changes."

Your mouth is slightly open. She has really thought this through. You hand Ellie another glass and stare at the door at the end of the room. No chance of her just getting in there. Louisa is a very nice manager but even that wouldn't gat an approve of her.

"How are we even supposed to get in there?"

CLINGGG

a high, loud noise bounces around in the air and you flinch so much that it hurts.

"fuck"

"oops" Ellie grins at you slightly after she has dropped the glass, you gave her to dry, on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, god I'm so clumsy"

Ellie gives you a whole scene, in which you don't have to do anything but hold back a laugh.

"Louisa, forgive me, it just fell out of my hand"

the other girls have to hold back a giggle too, even Hazel.

Ellie's high, dramatic voice sounded bad like a dying cat, but once again you were impressed by how daring she is.

"Yeah, yeah Ellie, clean that up. The broom is in the storage room"

Louisa presses the many keys into Ellie's hand and doesn't seem at all surprised.

"Thank you very much sister" for a moment you thought she was bowing.

„we’re not catholic Ellie-“

„But Mrs. I don't know where the storage rooms are"

„And I’m not married“ Louisa sighs

"Shit Ellie, I'm kinda enjoying this"

Kate grins at her and Ellie winks as Louisa gives Kate a warning look.

Ellie puts a strong, secure arm around you.

“Please accompany her”

Louisa waves her hands in the air between you two

“Sure” you reply like a robot

Ellie's arm pulls you towards the exit door and almost slams it behind you.

"first we ruin the glaze, then we can get the broom from wherever that was"

"in the storage room"

"whatever"

There are two doors to the kitchen. One that is in the washing up room and connects the two rooms and another that leads directly to the kitchen. The other entrance can be taken through the dining hall, and that's where you headed.

"if the pastor sees us, we're dead, Ellie"

you walk quickly but are still careful when you go around corners.

"I know, I think he wants to hang me on a scarecrow, I had a dream about that recently-"

you grab her arm and shove her back behind a safe corner.

"phillip"

"who the fuck is Phillip"

you press Ellie lightly against the wall because you are sure that sometimes she can't control her body properly. you peek around the corner slightly and see the orange hair.

"He's like the pastor's right-hand man, his best friend is also his roommate and his assistant."

"Pastors can have roommates?"

The orange spot at the end of the hallway slowly disappears like the light of a car on a dark night. This time you go first and Ellie follows you like a dog, she is also much quieter.

You feel 6 years younger and you like doing something you've never dared to do. Otherwise it was always the boys who played pranks and even though you never admitted it, you were always jealous.

Jealous of the freedom to behave like an asshole and not face any consequences. You wanted to have that laugh, that bond of having done something wrong together and to experience the big drama afterwards. To be praised for having done it.

"Shit, you like this, don't you?"

How can she read you so well?

"No!"

When you get to the door you stare at her knowingly.

"Yes you do, you're not as good as you always act doll. And I mean that in the best way possible"

"You're full of shit Ellie"

you let her pass you and the green eyed girl hastily tries to find the key.

"hey" you calmly touch her quick hands.

"calm down. don't stress Ellie"

her cheeks redden and her hands slow down.

"i really can't find it. fuck do you even have the key to the kitchen as a group leader?"

out of instinct you pull the door handle to use the key and the door opens.

"That was easier than i thought-"

Ellie puts the keys in her back pocket and carefully sticks her head into the kitchen. you keep watch so that no one walks by and tells on you. you quickly scurry after Ellie into the empty, warm room and smell the sweet air of the apples.

"the door has a fucking window" Ellie whispers in your ear and points at the door from where your friends are cleaning dirty dishes, the door that leads to Louisa who Is waiting for her keys.

goosebumps spread across your arms and legs and you are not sure if it is where Ellie is or the chance of being thrown out of the camp.

as you stand in front of the big pot you both breathe in out of reflex.

"It smells good, I even feel a little bad about ruining it"

Ellie watches the bubbling bubbles a little dreamily.

"Isn´t that actually vandalism?"

you ask thoughtfully.

Ellie almost laughs out loud and puts her hand over her mouth. You grab her arm and press even harder against her mouth so that she is really quiet.

"No, that isn't really vandalism oh my god you are innocent"

"Wow thanks Ellie, it was so enlightening"

you spend a while looking in the kitchen for something that might taste good and after a while Ellie finds vinegar that is probably decades old.

"that is so disgusting, remind me not to eat any of it"

Ellie's look confirms that somehow you'll have to eat it anyway.

"it will noticeable if we don't eat anything, just a small bite"

"Ellie what the fuck" you massage your temples with your thumb and watch her open the vinegar.

"not too much, okay?"

"yeah yeah"

In the end she used almost half the bottle to make it really gross. for an "extra reaction" she said. In the end you almost got caught by the pastor's right hand. In the end Ellie held your hand for exactly 4 seconds.

It was impressive how those 4 seconds stayed in your head for hours.

INTERACT WITH ONE OF THE LINKS UP THERE

Please post and repost a lot about Palestine especially right now. The videos shock me to my core and are really disturbing but people live these lives, these are children of someone. Please take your focus on the people in Palestine who are going thru hell. Help where you can

I really hope you liked this chapter, I will upload more after focusing more about palestine so it might take a while! Btw SO SORRY ITS THAT LONG

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[accihoe]

Case Study 1

Pairing: detective!Bucky x doctor!reader

Summary: Prologue of how the geneticist and the detective met.

Warnings: Angst (in chapters to come)

A/u: 80s (Starts off in late 70s)

A/n: Howdy. Same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. God bless.

xxx

August 31, 1979

"Barnes." Stark acknowledges as he walks into the detective's office. "Stark." James says, removing his glasses and laying them on his brown desk. "Here are the evidence forms. We contacted Doctor Banner, but he's caught up in something. So, in place, he's sending his brightest intern." Tony states, sitting on the desk. "An intern?" James sighs, rubbing his cheeks. "Apparently she's good." Tony shrugs, lighting his cigar. "No smokin' in here. Ma complains about the smell." James waves away the smoke. Tony rolls his eyes and walks to the door. "You two start Monday, September 3rd." With that, Tony leaves.

September 3rd, 1979

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor, I'm detective Steven Rogers." Bucky hears Steve as he walks into the building. "The pleasure is all mine, detective. I'm Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N smiles warmly, shaking Steve's hand. "Doctor? I thought you were a novice." James states as he walks in, and Steve shakes his head with a quiet sigh. "I'm a Probationer, actually. Mr Barnes Junior." Y/N states. "Is that so?" James asks, lighting his cigar. "Indeed. However I lean more towards the science in genetics than medical practice." She says. "Very well. Well now that we've passed the introduction phase let's get to the case, shall we?" Barnes changes the subject. "Yes of course." Y/N smiles. James feels his heart jolt at her warm smile, so he returns it.

September 21st, 1979

"You're aware that the case ended like a week ago, right?" Sam Wilson asks, slipping his coat over his shoulders. "Oh we're very aware. Doctor Y/L/N is just helping me uncover more family schemes and suspect. Because she's a genius and all." Barnes shrugs. "Right. And that's why she's sitting on your desk." Sam says as he leans against his colleague's doorframe. "Goodnight Sam. Take care." Y/N smiles and singsongs. Sam sighs and shakes his head as he leaves, and once his back is turned to them he allows the smile to take over his face.

November 16th, 1979

"Buck, can I ask you something?" Y/N looks over at James, tucking a strand of overgrown hair behind his ear. "Ask away, doc." He smiles, looking down at the filed paperwork on his lap. "How would you like to meet my family?" She hums, twirling his hair between her fingertips. "Isn't it a bit soon, dollface?" He asks, finally looking at her. "I don't think so. For all they know we could've been together since September 3rd." She states calmy. Bucky smiles at his girl, taking her hand into his. "They're going to swoon over you. Trust me. Just brace yourself for questions. They have loads of them. About anything and everything." She says. James laughs, tilting his head to the side. "I can't wait to meet them. When and where do we go?" Bucky is quick to shift closer, intrigued and excited.

They shared their first kiss over New Year's. And, 4 months later, Y/N had a shimmering engagement ring adorning her left hand.

September 3rd, 1980

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asks. "I do." James smiles, more sure about his answer than he's ever been. "And do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The pastor asks. Y/N sucks in a breath of excitement as she looks at all the seated and waiting guests, and then to her almost husband, his beautiful baby blues shining with the utmost love and adoration, "I do.". "You may now kiss the bride." The pastor announces. The crowd cheers and applauds as James dips his wife and kisses her.

"This is so bananas that on this very day, a year ago, we met for the first time. And now we're married." Y/N says dreamily as her husband kisses her knuckles as they sit at the bride and groom table. "Yeah, love acts in mysterious ways." He agrees, feeling himself get physically lost inside her eyes. "I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Barnes." He smiles, eyes scanning over her breath-taking features. "And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." She hums in agreement. "Tonight I'm exceptionally grateful that Doctor Banner was busy." James smiles. "Want to know a secret?" Y/N whispers. "Always." He whispers. "He wasn't really busy. But I asked to go in his place." Y/N smiles up at her husband. "Wait. What?" He asks, scrunching his nose up as he smiles.

"Well, I wanted to gain experience fairly quickly, and word about NY's hottest detective on the look for a Geneticist came my way, so I pulled a few strings." Y/N admits. "So I have my beautiful wife to thank for this?" Bucky asks with a smile. "And Tony, for allowing a rookie in on a big case." She smiles playfully. "You helped us ace that case." James says in return.

xxx

This will probably just be a mini-series. But I'll see how it does, and decide thereafter.

[ex4nn]

CONTINUATION! HIHIHIHI (The first part is under this one)

Seonghwa was quiet for a moment, the memory of what happened last time he visited you replaying in his head.

He hated how the image of him laying his head on your lap, crying into the cloth of your dress as you had gently stroked his hair until he had calmed down and his crying was reduced to sniffling flashed through his mind.

He didn't want to admit it but he longed for that comfort again, for the feeling of your fingers in his hair and your hands gently caressing his head as he just let himself go.

But he wasn't going to admit it, not to you...

"Have you gone to church or to the palace's chapel lately? Have you confessed? I'm sure Pastor Mingi would be completly shocked. He's a young man with no idea of just how bad of a sins the villagers commit" You inquired, breaking the silence. Pastor Mingi, the poor young man was innocent and naive, he believed that everyone had atleast a little bit of good in them but he clearly didn't know what could go around the village and kingdom.

Seonghwa was quiet again for another moment as he thought about your words. He had confessed his sins recently with Mingi just like he always did but the pastor didn't know who or what his sins were actually about and Seonghwa wanted to keep it that way. He just couldn't tell him it was about you, about the very woman sitting beside him

He let out a deep sigh at that, leaning back against your bed frame and tilting his head so his forehead was resting against your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

"I confessed."

"Telling that pastor you've sinned and ask for forgiveness without specifiying the sin isn't going to stop you from burning in hell, dear" You replied amussed

Seonghwa swallowed heavily at your words, his shoulders tensing up for a moment as he opened his eyes and looked at the floor. He could hear the amusment in your voice but he knew you were right, he knew that not properly confessing his sins to both Pastor Mingi and god himself wouldn't stop him from burning in hell the second his life ended...He swallowed again and leaned his head against your upper back, the action of just feeling you against him giving him some comfort but it did nothing to ease the worry in his mind.

"Don't say that...." You let out a quiet scoff as soon as you felt his head brush against you.

"And you say you're not here for comfort" You said as you gently pushed his head off you to turn your torso towards him and bring him into your embrace, craddling him against your naked torso. "Just a child in a man's body... Forced to grow up too soon" You said softly, like a mother cooing a baby to sleep.

Seonghwa let out a shaky breath when he felt yourself turning to him, grabbing him in your arms and cradling him against your bare chest. The feeling of your skin against his cheek, the warmth and softness of your skin was nearly overwhelming and even more so together with the feeling of your gentle, soft voice in his ears.

The moment he felt you holding him like this all the walls he had put up broke down and he buried his face into your chest, silently starting to cry as he clinged to your body with his shaking hands.

"You poor thing" You said as you stroked his hair with one hand. "You became such a reliable knight so quickly that you didn't have time to heal that scared child within you"

Seonghwa let out a wet, shaky breath when he heard your words, his body starting to shake even more when he realized how truthful they were. He had pushed down the scared little boy that still lived inside of him a very long time ago to take on the role of a reliable knight of the kingdom. He hadn't had time to deal with those traumatized parts of him until you entered his life.

He just let himself cry against your chest for a moment before he slowly spoke up in shaky voice, his cheek still resting against you.

"It hurts..."

"I know it does, sweetheart" You replied "Cry all you need"

Seonghwa could only bring himself to let out a loud sob against your chest, desperately clinging onto you like a scared little boy in search of safety and comfort "Please don't let go..."

"I won't"

(Not gon' lie this kinda turned sad)

(HOPE YA'LL ENJOYED THO!)

[furrbbyx]

The Orc’s Obsession: Chapter 1

Basically finished my first yandere. I still do have to write a short epilogue.

It’s a bout 10k words and one of the longest things I’ve written. This is cross posted on AO3 under the same username. 

EXPLICIT and wrong. Please don’t emulate these actions. It was written for fun and none of these characters are real or based on real people.

18+ NSFW MDNI dubcon kidnapping tale of orcXf!reader

Bagul and you are more or less friends. You've known that he has a crush on you for months because he's not subtle.

You had been fatefully introduced at a party by a mutual where he followed you around until you left. Than event turned into a group text with your other mutuals so when anyone planned an event he would inevitably be there waiting to chat your ear off or hover while you interacted with others. Then he started showing up at your job at Drink Me, an artisan drink shop that served all kinds of creatures. he'd linger there trying to spend time impressing you, or getting to know you, or give you gifts. It was embarrassing and annoying and you saw him as a pathetic lovesick orc who couldn't catch a hint in that big skull of his.

You've been very clear with Bagul that you like him as a friend. You don't encourage the gifts and you try to only spend time with him in a group setting. it's easy to brush him off when the shop is busy, but during lulls it's exhausting to force a smile and interest until he leaves for the day. Honestly you've thought about quitting just to get rid of the flight response you've started having when it's time to go in for your shift.

Bagul has been relentless with his affection though and he is just as clear with you that he's not giving up.

Even so, you've somehow ended up in the sidecar of his enormous motorcycle as he drives you into the countryside, away from the city. For weeks the friend group has been planning to take advantage of a camping trip before the summer ends. You personally couldn't make up a good reason not to go even when Bagul offered his father's old hunting cabin for the rendezvous. You knew you would be miserable trying to avoid him in such a close setting for days. He'd also insisted on being the one to drive you since you didn't have a car.

Some of your friends thought his actions were cute because they wanted you, one of the only single people in the group, to feel the bliss of being coupled; or some such bullshit. But you had confided in your best friend Kalani that you were aromantic and completely uninterested in a stalker orc boyfriend. Theyd promised to stick by your side during the trip and even pretend to be your lover if it would make him finally understand.

But Kalani wasn't here.

Uuuuugh, you groan inwardly.

This is such a shit show.

Even if the ride outside of town was beautiful. Not long after leaving the last of the villages that surrounded your town, which was the urban center of of the local city, the landscape turned pastoral and golden-green with ripening fields. You especially enjoy the rolling hills covered in wild grasses and flowers. You had expected the wind to be terrible riding in the side car with him. Though it was loud, thanks to a little windshield it wasn't so bad that you'd be blowing bugs out of your nose later.

He stops once to fuel up. You get out to explore the old lodge turned country store that accompanied the fuel stations. You explore the aisles of kitchy toys until you are slowly lured by a delicious smell to the back of the store. There you find a huge display case full of every fried food known on Earth. Huge baked sweet potatoes dripping in brown sugar and butter are cozied up next to fried dough, pizza sticks, chicken wings and heaps of other delectables. It looks like they even serve funnels cakes and fried cookie dough balls you notice, reading the menu pasted up high on the wall behind the counter.

You are just deciding what you wanted when you feel a hot body slide close behind you, looming over your space. The tiny hairs on your arms stand up.

"Hey don't wander around unfamiliar places Y/N. Stay close to me, ok?" Bagul places his hand on your shoulder with squeeze as he bends down to say this in your ear. You side step his touch.

"I'm fine. This place has a great selection. I think I'll get some snacks for later."

"Are you sure you should be eating...?" he starts in but he puts up his hands to ward off the sharp look you give him and keeps his mouth shut.

Bagul hovers around you as you make your selections, and he even points out his own favorites and shakes his head at the not so great options. He tells the mothman working behind the counter to make your potatoes in a way called the lodge special which was sure to put you into a food coma. You are able to let some of your prickliness go. Even though he takes over some of the ordering by picking things for you, he'd pays for everything, and he knew this place so it's a good idea to trust his judgement. At least on the local food.

Your good mood lasts until Bagul turns off of the road. The air shifts to blow a little cooler as Bagul drives you up and into the hills where the grasses turn to woods. It smells fresh and calming. Yet your anxiety is ramping up. You hope people will be at the cabin before you and Bagul arrive so that you could enjoy some distance between you. Enjoying this trip meant ignoring him as much as you could.

Bagul steers the motorcycle slowly down into a long driveway between lots of trees. The packed earth winding road is long and from what you can tell this cabin is on acres of land. You look back and you can't see the road or hear any cars driving by. In a blink the tall wooden cabin pops out, sitting well maintained in a clearing. Your heart sinks. No other cars are parked up against the house.

"I guess we got here first" he says cutting the bike's engine and pulling off his helmet.

You and he unpack his bike and reorganize the items inside. You grab a pizza stick to nibble and he shows you around. The cabin is orc sized. There's tons of room. There's only one chair in the kitchen pushed up at an simple Formica table, which is a little weird. But after thinking for a second you imagine that it'll be a snack table anyway. You and the others will probably need Bagul's help to reach anything you notice. The table and the counters are almost as high as your chin. There's a common area just inside the door, with comfy looking sagging couch in front of a modest smart tv mounted on the wall.

"Down this hall is a half bath." Bagul informs you. "And further back is a bedroom with the full bathroom. Nice shower in there."

Well that's fine you think. The common area is big enough for you to all pile in like a werewolf litter and one of the couples can use the bedroom if they need some privacy. You relax a little. This wont be so bad.

"Hey come on, I'll show you around outside Y/N. There's a really nice lake around here too." You go and view the grounds with him. You are excited to see a fire pit, most likely where everyone will eat, and a little outdoor pump shower. You help Bagul dump some wood nearby and listen while he tells you about the lake, he points in the direction through the trees, how his father had built this place to come grieve while hunting after his wife had died, and how good it was to be back.

It's nice and all but you're going to run out of polite conversation soon if one of your friends doesn't show up soon. You wonder if they are close.

You reach into you back pocket and frown.

"Have you seen my phone?"

Bagul shakes his head and dusts wood shavings from his chest. His thick rounded pecs strain the dark t-shirt he's wearing. He walks towards the cabin.

"I'm gonna get up some beers. Check the sidecar." He says to you looking back briefly. You frown and pat your pockets, then go check to see if it's there. Maybe you brought it in with all of the fried food? But you don't find it in the side car.

Bagul returns and hands you a beer with a condescending look on his inhuman face.

"Are you sure you didn't leave it at home?"

You scoff. He often makes comments implying you're forgetful, or unreliable.

"I had it at the lodge" you say. Bagul shrugs and flips his long braid behind his shoulder and tucks a loose strand of the his straight auburn tresses behind his ear.

"Maybe you left it there." You take a long swallow of beer instead of cussing him out. You walk back into the cabin and start searching through your things for your phone.

Bagul follows you inside of course. While you search you hear him unpacking the food. By the time you angrily finish your beer the smells of food are filling the air. You're a little drunk now. Drunk and annoyed enough to give up looking with huff. You just want more that big potato and another beer.

"Can you put on some music?"

Bagul nods eagerly and streamed music through the tv. It was one of you favorite artists, Boys Bewitched.

"You listen to w-pop?"

Bagul shrugs.

"You can't escape good music. They play it on the radio all the time it's hard not to like it."

You roll your eyes.

Yeah right. He's obviously only listening to get to me, you think to yourself. He's just that type. Boys Bewitched is a wildly popular singing group. There are 5 insanely hot creatures and humans in the group, and they have a mostly femme fan base. Their gothic ballads about love and spells gone wrong are topping all the witch-pop charts.

Bagul would become a fan just so he'd have another reason to get you to talk to him. He never missed the chance to overhear a conversation you had with someone at the drink shop and parrot back the information. It was like he didn't have a personality of his own, other than being your shadow.

You let it go this time. He actually knows the words to this song, and the next one that plays. You pound back another beer, liking that it makes you less annoyed by his deep rumbly voice, and the fact that you're here with him alone. You convince yourself that others will show up soon.

You and he binge on the food and he convinces you start playing a few games to help pass the time.

It's getting dark outside and you are drunk enough to start confusing your words but you suddenly think to get him to use his phone to contact the group. You grow suspicious wondering why he hasn't already done so.

He briefly looks at his phone before shaking his head and putting it away quickly. "No service". He says simply.

You groan loudly and impatiently. "Of course there's no service! Fuck! Do you think they got lost?

He shrugs then grabs your hand "You should calm down, it's not a big deal."

You pull your hand from his and flop onto the couch laying an arm over your eyes.

"There were supposed to be here!" you moan. The drinks and heavy food are getting to you and you feel sleepy. The anxiety of waiting and having lost your phone have also drained your enthusiasm.

"I think I just want to go to sleep."

Bagul perks up.

"Ok yeah, the bed is really comfortable and I promise I don't snore."

You sit up and look at him blearily. "I'm not sleeping with you Bagul. That's a terrible fucking idea. Will you just stop for once? Just leave me alone."

He doesn't answer. You hear him walk away then return a few minutes later before a pile of blankets and pillows are dropped on top of you. You huff and crawl out from under them ready to finally cuss him out but he disappears into the bedroom closing the door with a sharp thud.

It doesn't take long for your to fall asleep on the couch.

When you wake up the next morning you're not in a good mood. Your head hurts and you're upset to find that no one had shown up in the night.

You hear the shower running letting you know that Bagul is already up. You hope he takes you seriously and starts to back off. You're going to ask him to take you home if no one comes today.

You get up and change your clothes in the bathroom before getting a glass of water and a cold chicken wing. Bagul tromps into the room. His ice-green colored skin is gleaming and his hair is still a little damp, wavy and un-braided falling over his shoulders and into his eyes.

"Morning" he growls in greeting. He kisses the top of your head as he slumps on to the couch next to you depressing the cushions enough to cause you to slide against his side. He's wearing grey joggers and another tight shirt.

You scowl, move away, ask abruptly "Has Edina or Fisk or Kalani said anything, did you get any texts? No one's here yet and I'm getting worried. Aren't you?"

Bagul scratches his head and gives you a lopsided grin around his tusks. "You know that's a good point. Where are those guys?"

You feel frustration and you bite back a snarky comment. He gets up and goes to check his phone.

"Oh shit" he says. "I think I gave them the wrong dates. Whoa. How did that happen?"

You want to roll your eyes and yell at him so bad. This is an obvious kidnapping.

"It's ok though. He gives you a hot look and tucks the phone back in his pocket. "That just means we have some time together by ourselves. You know? I'm gonna make breakfast and then we can go to the lake. Can't wait to see that bikini" he leers.

Bagul walks into the kitchen with a swagger and begins making food in the small kitchen across the cabin.

Of course you would get tricked into a weird date . You could bet that Bagul had some help from one of your mutual and when you fund out who you're going to probably be showing them you over-reactive side. Sometimes you get a little obsessive in anger and want to take revenge until your rage softens. In the past you have made some questionable choices like emptying a teacher's lunch into their bookbag when they'd embarrassed you in a class. The teacher had brought soup and you still remember the glee you felt at the windfall of mischief. You had a little trouble feeling regret when you felt like someone had crossed a boundary with you.

Bagul is over-stepping. You are trying to think of a plan to get him to take you back and avoid an argument or other undesirable reaction. Bagul is big and sometimes his moods are unpredictable.

You do want to see the lake so you decided to let him show you around. This is the first time you have truly led him on but you feel like you have to get on his good side to convince him to take you home before the end of the day. This whole trip is irritating as fuck and you are over it. A tantrum from you or Bagul is not going to make it easier.

Breakfast puts you in a good mood. You follow Bagul through the woods to the lake avoiding his lewd gaze. He really likes the bikini you're wearing underneath the sheer body con cover-up.

It's makes you feel self conscious knowing that he's seeing so much of your body. Even with a mesh wrap over you, he looks back at you often leering at your soft cubby body. The lake is beautiful. It's a stunning secluded lake shaped like a bean fed by a creek that you can hear bubbling and sloshing nearby. It's banks are flush with cattails and other tall grasses with the clearing surround sparsely dotted with trees. You enjoy the heat of the early afternoon and the wide blue sky reflecting in the water.

"I used to love jumping in this lake when I was just out here enjoying the summer with my dad and his friends. It's hard to make time to come out here now with all the adulting." Bagul says and gives you a conspiratorial look over his polarized sunglasses.

"Hmm" you offer, not listening.

You are wondering if there are any snapping turtles to be worried about. You set out your towel and cooler on the modest little pier. You are about to take off your mesh sun dress and slip into the water but Bagul is staring. Again! He notices your side eye and hastily edges into the water. While his back is turned you get in the water enjoying the squidgy mud at the bottom. You swim out to the middle of the lake then roll on to your back to watch the sky as you float. For a brief moment the vibe is really soothing. Within moments it's interrupted by Bagul. He's standing over you. The lake only comes up to his waist and you float there looking up into the dark shadow of his face.

"Hey" He says softly.

You swim away.

You play this game with him al day until you're exhausted. You try to enjoy some quiet space and he finds a way to invade. You want to listen to music on the dock, he joins you and talks about all the songs. You decide to go on a hike after lunch and he follows you. You try to drink a beer and read one of the old hunting magazines left by someone, relaxing out by the fire pit, and Bagul is staring at you from the cabin doorway.

You decide you're officially done being passive on this. Bagul has disappeared into the cabin for a little while. When you go in after him you notice a delicious smell and Bagul prepping in the kitchen.

You confront him as he chops some garlic.

"Hey, this is a cute little stunt or whatever Bagul, but it's really too much. I want to go home, like now. I don't know what you were thinking but I'm not staying out here without the others. I came out here to relax with them."

"You can relax with me" Bagul grumbles not looking at you.

"No, I can't. You can't just kidnapp me and think I'm going to fall in love with you. Take me the fuck home!"

You voice is rising. Bagul stills for a long moment then wipes his hands and turns to you. He leans casually against the counter.

"Fine, whatever Y/N. We'll eat and then we can get going."

"What? No, take..."

There's a hard glint in Bagul's eyes as he interrupts you with a deep unyielding tone "We'll eat first" Then he smirks. "Ok?"

Your brows crease, and you feel a little stunned by that. You turn around to go pack your things. You hear him open a bottle of wine, the soft pop of the released cork making you grind your teeth.

He's going to take his fucking time with this, you grumble in your thoughts.

"Let's eat Y/N" he calls to you a while later and you shuffle into the kitchen. He's seated at the table looking confident.

"Where's mine?" You ask

Bagul pats his knee.

You roll you eyes. "Enough Bagul! Like bro, just quit. I'm not sitting on your fucking.." you begin to yell but he cuts you off with a sharp loud slap to the table.

His confident expression doesn't change but his eyes bore into you.

"Look" his voice is condescending and agreeable at once. "I've gone through a lot of trouble Y/N. Yeah maybe bringing you here was a long shot but give me a fucking break. I haven't locked you in a room. I'm just trying to get to know you. Just eat with me, and I'll take you home."

You're stunned again. You feel an undercurrent of aggression in his words, so you reason with yourself that you can be nice to him for another half an hour. You remember your goal to void outbursts. You eye him warily and move close enough that he can pick you up onto his broad thigh. You feel like an absolute doll. You feel distinctly uncomfortable as well.

Bagul clears his throat and pushes a plate of food to you but he doesn't give you the fork. He dangles a morsel from his own plate in your face with it.

You're tempted to just start eating with your hands, but then you decide it's easier to let him feed you.

He does so while you sit in terse silence. You reach for a small cup of wine but Bagul moves it away from you.

"Not yet. Eat more."

You grind your teeth in annoyance, but a while later he finally hands you the drink. He tries to feed you more but you push at his hand.

"Really? Look the food is great. Can we get going now? I want to get to that lodge and see if they have my phone before they close and it's getting late soooo..." you slur the word as a loose-limbed heat fogs your brain

[alistairradley]

What is a better way to reach out to the lost world in your opinion? Street evangelism or passing out tracts?

Both are good but I think the approach you should take depends more on the community that you and your church are trying to evangelize. I think a mix of both would be best. Tracts are good. Besides putting the gospel in there, you can also leave a link of your church's website/contact details if they want to connect after. But the problem is that sometimes people don't read them. I can't count how many advertisement flyers I've gotten that I've just tossed into the trash without reading and it's likely that a lot of gospel tracts you hand out won't be read. Face to face evangelism used to be the only way that the gospel could be shared back then. The early Christians didn't really have access to a printing press back then but if they had then I think they would have used it to reach more people. However, I think they're primary evangelism method would still be to preach the gospel to as many ears as possible.

I think you should consider the people in the community that you're trying to reach. Where I live people don't usually stay on the street for long since it's either unbearably hot or rainy where I live so people are often in a rush to get somewhere. Plus, we used to have a high crime rate. People get mugged or pickpocketed on the streets. Some thieves would talk to you while their accomplices try to take your wallet while you're distracted. So getting stopped on the street by a random stranger feels a little uncomfortable for some of us. But here people are really sociable when they're in their "safe" places. We evangelized a local community when I was new to our church. We knocked on doors in pairs and introduced ourselves and mention that we're part of the local church. Some people would reject us and we'd offer to leave a tract for them to read. Some people would let us in and we'd get a chance to preach the gospel. After that, we'd invite them to our church and we would also leave a gospel tract for them just in case there were things that were unclear to them. So my advice is to use both. Don't limit yourself to just one approach. You should probably talk to your pastors and the people in your church about the best approach since every community is a little different.

[a-new-oasis]

From Tamara Fleming's Simtube Video: 'Raising Teenage Boys'

For many mommas intending to raise Watcherly children, the thorn in their side, their test is the teenage stage. Here is where the Watcher tests us all! These kids are growing up, they want to be independent, they want to do all the things the secular media has told them are "cool".

I remember I was a pain for my mother, fiercely rebellious and foolish girl I was. I wanted to cut my hair short, wear makeup and stilettos going on about how I'm equal to men! It's harder with teenage boys, who are some of the most vulnerable to sin in their youths.

So how can you raise teen boys?

Training them up for Adulthood

One of my favourite verses has always been Proverbs 22:6 - Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. I often come back to now as a momma of seven children. It is important at any age, crucial as our boys become men.

My standards for my boys is to be good, watcher-honouring men now so they can be good husbands and fathers. In your teenage years, what you are taught sticks, as I know. So, me and Xavier are training up Asher, and getting Benji ready for their adulthood.

Since I homeschool my children, it is easier than those who are reliant on the system. After all, it is hard to block your ears with all the time and still graduate! But nonetheless, Asher spends his time wildly. As much as the secularists would say our religious education is worthless, he learns more they do with their gender junk!

He helps out with Sunday School, supports our veterans and our unborn brothers in the Watcher. Since my husband's workplace put its faith in the Watcher's plan, he also helps out a couple days a week.

I know, already, I will get some comments about how teaching is a feminine job. I see you people. The holy men taught. A pastor teaches his flock. Teaching in the ministry of the Watcher is masculine! Plus, Asher will be a dad one day I hope, he must provide and occasionally providing as a father does mean teaching your sons and daughters in His way!

Hobbies

You might say, "woah, Tam, you pack your son busy with work". You're right! He's a busy young man. But if you work hard, you deserve to have hobbies. Watcher-honouring hobbies.

He goes to the library a lot. His current favourite is Russian Classic literature, specifically Dostoevsky. Not to mention the Bible! I think my sister has a rival for highlighting. He also works out, Xavier encourages him to take to weightlifting, but he's more interesting in climbing wall! One day, he wants to go Mt. Komerobi, maybe even take the gospel with him.

I still make him do his school work, don't fret! He has a knack for numbers like I did in my youth in between all the feminist garbage I was spoonfed.

Standards

I mentioned before about standards. *cheesy rewind effect* My standards for my boys is to be good, watcher-honouring men now so they can be good husbands and fathers. In order to train them up well in the way of Proverbs and Ephesians, there must be standards like good, Watcherly Moses!

For my sons that means:

No grave sins - no sex, no drugs, no rock'n'roll.

Honour and obey their parents. If Xavier says no. It's a no, that's the law of the land.

Must earnestly pray and surrender their hearts to the Lord

Must attend church every Wednesday and Sunday. In proper, modest attire. No shorts in the house of the Watcher!

Champion being a courteous, amiable person, especially to those struggling with the Watcher. And those less fortunate - the old, the poor, women and youngling.

Devote themselves to the Gospel and its command of evangelism

Media Access

Now, I know some people would call me "extreme" but one place where I'd probably get flack from my colleagues, even within my own church here in Oasis Springs - media access.

I allow Asher to use our home computer for whatever. Schoolwork, writing for our newsletter, spreading the word. He's also allowed his own phone since the Watcher has blessed us with abundance in this season of life. There's two catches there before anyone accuses me of leaving my baby so exposed to sin!

Passwords, give them to me! If he signs up to any website, I get the password just to check for anything sinful. I also check his phone semi-regularly (though he doesn't know when) for the same reason! Teenagers are sneaky - I was one.

Xavier discovered this software called Custodian, it monitors any web access and blocks anything too illicit. He and Asher are accountability buddies. My husband says that's his domain and of course I defer.

[theshoesofatiredman]

Hi! just wanted to say that your blog has been a great source of comfort for me, and I was hoping you could give me some advice? I'm going to a youth retreat withthe rest of the teens at my church in a while. It's only 3 days, which is pretty light? But im not in an environment where it is safe to be out as nonreligious... ive given up on trying to get out of it, so is there any advice you would give to just getting through retreats/adoration/forced roomates/fundie talks?

I am so so glad to hear that my blog has been comforting to you. I can absolutely provide some advice. As always with strangers on the internet, take what I have to say with the understanding that I don't have the full context of your life and who you are. If it doesn't apply, let it fly, as the saying goes.

First, I think you should remind yourself that you are doing something that is difficult. I can totally see how three days can be considered light to a week or a month, but I get the sense that you're using the "only 3 days" logic to undermine the difficulty. It is challenging for anyone to be somewhere they don't want to be, let alone be there for three days! So when it is hard and you're feeling overwhelmed, cut yourself some slack. You aren't a failure if you let them get to you or be affected negatively by what's going on around you. Go easy on yourself.

Second, something I learned in therapy is that it's possible to lessen the impacts of negative emotions by mentally moving the sensation from one part of the body to another. Ideally this would be taught to you in person through an exercise but basically if you're feeling a really strong emotion, that is going to live somewhere in your body. Focus on the physical sensations you're experiencing while you're experiencing the strong emotion. What does your body feel like? So for example if your anger is causing you to have a tightness in your chest, focus on what your chest feels like. Then, jump to some other part of your body where you want to move it. I tend to do fingers and toes because I can wiggle them and focus on that sensation. Focus on how that body part feels. Then jump back to where the emotion lives and repeat. By jumping back and forth mentally, focusing on the different sensory experiences of the different body parts, you can move the feeling to another part of your body. And when you typically feel anger in your chest, but now it's in your fingers, the psychic pain of the emotion is lessened, because your body doesn't quite recognize the feeling as the negative emotion since that's not where it usually puts it. I know that probably sounds fucking weird LOL. BUT I explained it because when I've had to be in situations where I'm physically in but mentally out (PIMO) I have used this technique to help cope with the negative impact of religious stimuli.

Third, try to find some people who have something you enjoy in common. If you're a Pokemon fan, find the other Pokemon fans, for example. You have the power to make the free time you're given about something else and I think it'll be easier for you to get through it if you can try to connect on some level with people about something you actually want to connect about. If you have any wearable merch that you could use to help find those people, that would be good to pack.

Four, you don't have to listen to them. If you sense yourself starting to get triggered, try to find something in the room or a part of your body you can focus your attention on. Really drill in on what the light fixtures look like or how your fingers feel. And let the words of the pastor go in one ear and out the other. I know easier said than done.

For roommates, try to communicate about sleeping and bathroom needs. If you want to shower at night and have a shared shower with another person, let them know so they can accommodate. If you need something specific to fall asleep, communicate to avoid conflict around this. Stuff like that which seems really basic can be super helpful in making sure life with roommates is amicable. But also, it's going to be okay if y'all don't get along. It'll be over soon enough and presumably you won't have to be interacting with them much outside this, if at all.

Five, remember that it's going to get better. I promise. Life won't always be like this. Someday you won't have to put up with the religious fanfare you don't believe in. Someday you'll be free to live how you want and how you believe is best for yourself. You will get through this trip. You will get through these years. And you will be able to build for yourself a life that feels deeply authentic and tremendously. I'm profoundly sorry that isn't your reality right now, because you deserve to live a joyous life that is true to who you are and what you believe. But it will get better. I swear it.

I hope this helps and I wish you the absolute best. I hope the time passes quickly and that you feel like it's over before you know it. I always HATED going on these retreats because they always involved camping which I loathe. It would have been even harder if I wasn't a Christian at the time on top of that. You are very strong I think, very strong indeed, for facing this. Good luck out there

[callsignbaphomet]

I'm still hung up on this. Lemme be edgy for a sec and completely embarrass myself here to take a break from writing.

Also lol sorry.

You're just some average gay guy, you're clean shaven, hair is always short, you dress like your average goody two shoes and the only time you wear black is at funerals, the crudest word to come out of your mouth is "darn", you're very anti-violence, you did great in college, graduated, found a good job, you volunteer everywhere you can, you keep up with your family and like the good little pastor's son that you are you attend church or whatever every Sunday.

Then you meet this guy and he is the exact opposite of you. His hair's really long, every other word is some cuss word you've never heard of in your life, he's got a lot of piercings (and those are just the ones you can see 👀), every time you see him he's got some black band shirt with some very confusing lettering and images that make you clutch your pearls and swallow hard, he's got weird tattoos, his nails are always painted black, you notice a necklace around his neck with a weird symbol you've never seen before, he drinks a lot and smokes and he sleeps in on Sundays because he more than likely got home at 8:00 am after being out all night with friends jumping from bar to bar. Instead of god he references gods with a plural and mentions names you've never heard of in your life.

Logically speaking you wouldn't even consider someone like that a friend, you'll be civil sure but you'd keep someone like that at arm's length and make sure your interactions are short and you go on your way. But somehow, for some unknown reason you're just drawn to this guy, yeah, he's hot but neither of you are compatible at fucking all and you're here trying to get closer and you can't explain it. Before you know it you're both making out, groping each other and rubbing on each other to the point where you can't hold it and you're moaning and he laughs in the most wicked way that sends a chill through your entire body and it makes your skin crawl but you stay. He pins you against the wall and starts groping you with one hand and with the other he holds you by the throat and every time you let out an "oh my god" he squeezes harder. Eventually he leans in and starts whispering something in your ears while teasing you with his tongue. You can't understand what he's saying, it's not in English but you don't care. He leaves and you're left there quivering and a mess and worst of all wanting more but he leaves.

Friday night he takes you bar hoping and he has plenty to drink and you wonder how high his alcohol tolerance must be because he never gets tipsy. You don't either because you're not drinking anything alcoholic because you know you can't drink for shit. You both start making out again, making out is soon followed by some tasteful groping as you're in public and don't wanna be too in people's faces. You don't wanna be left hanging like last time but you don't wanna go back to his place, you don't actually trust him. You don't wanna suggest a hotel because just the thought of it is making you feel sleazy. You still live with your parents and this guy is not the type you bring home to your parents much less sneak him in so he can fuck your brains out.

You remembered you had the keys to your father's church, the whole family was in there today cleaning and doing repairs and you were the last to finish up and lock up. It's Friday night, no one's gonna be there tomorrow. You'd have the entire building to yourselves with no interruptions. It's the worst idea you've ever had and the mere fact that it even crossed your mind is making you sick to your stomach. Besides, look at him. He's probably never set foot inside a church. What makes you think he'd agree? You lose track of your thoughts when you suddenly feel his warm tongue caressing the side of your neck and you can hear him whisper something in your ear and suddenly you give up. You tell him your plan, he laughs and surprisingly agrees and before you know it you're opening the back door to the building.

You wanna just stick to the backroom but he keeps walking to the front and you freak out. You chase him down but he ambushes you and throws you down on the floor in front of the podium where your father gives his sermon every Sunday. You try to get up but he starts ripping your clothes off piece by piece as he gropes, licks, grabs and touches every inch of your body. He presses his against yours and again he starts whispering in some weird language and you ask him what that means but he turns you over on your stomach and starts teasing you until you're a fucking mess and before you even realize what the fuck you're doing you beg him to fuck you and he obliges.

You've never been fucked like that before. He moves you around, does whatever he wants to do to you and you can't even think, you've turned into a mindless drooling mess and the only thing out of your mouth are moans followed by cries for mercy. He's bigger than anyone else you've ever been with, he's rough, too rough and you're not that kind of guy but you really can't be bothered to give a shit right now because you're absolutely lost in it and while part of you wants him to take it easy on you you also wanna let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do to you.

You start regaining some sense and look around. The walls are decorated in paintings of saints, angels and holy figures, the benches where church members sit and worship are in front of you, the corner where the choir stands in and sing gospels is to your side and the candles that adorn the church are lit but you don't remember lighting them. He sure as shit didn't light 'em. As he mercilessly pounds into you you look around again and the paintings on the walls are upside down. You can't be hallucinating from being drunk, yeah, you went bar hopping but didn't drink anything that had alcohol in it, you don't do drugs and you're stable as far as you can tell. You blink in the hopes that maybe you're so cock drunk you're seeing shit but no, everything is still there as you're seeing it.

You're starting to get scared and you turn to tell him to stop even though you don't want him to stop fucking you because holy shit you've never been fucked so fucking good before in your life and the deeper and harder he fucks you the closer you get to emptying your balls all over yourself. However, you turn around anyway and your heart skips a beat. His eyes are glowing red, his pupils are a different shape, they look like a goat's pupils. You suddenly notice he has claws on his fingers. There's four horns protruding from his head and he's snarling at you--are those fangs in his mouth!? He grabs you by the back of your neck to keep you in place and keeps pounding into you while saying something in another language but you just don't care.

As he keeps fucking you senseless you can see some figures in long black coats circling both of you and chanting something weird. You don't care anymore. He's now fucking you harder, deeper and faster as he grabs you by the throat and lifts you up, his claws are digging into your flesh and it hurts but as soon as you feel his tongue on your ear you forget about the pain. He whispers something in your ear, it's in English but you can't make it out. He pounds into you even harder as he tells you to say it but you can't recall what it was that he wanted you to say. He says it again and a tiny part of you is panicking and telling you not to do it but all you can think about is how good it feels to have his cock stretch your hole open. He tells you to say it and he repeats the sentence. Again you feel panic but all you can think about is his cock and how close you are. You start to believe that if you say it he'll let you cum so you yell it out for everyone to hear and as you do he pushes you into the floor and you cum all over the floor. You don't just cum, you explode. You've got cum dripping all over your thighs and knees, you've never cum this hard or this much. You collapse on the floor, sweat dripping down your face and you feel light headed and dizzy as you try your best to catch your breath. He's still pounding into you and then you can feel him cumming inside you, it's a lot warmer than you remember but you're too wasted to care. He stays inside you as he catches his breath but when he does he carefully pulls out and suddenly the candles are all off and the paintings on the walls are back to normal and there's no one else besides you and him. He leaves and you lay there half exhausted and half ashamed. You start to notice some pain on your right forearm and as soon as you lift it to look you see a strange symbol scratched onto your arm and suddenly you remembered you just gave up your soul to them. Who's them? You don't know but you look forward to meeting him again next week.