#religions in your lips even if it’s a false god

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

Oh tis the damn season x false god surprise songs you are so ody3 coded

[cloudprincesslady]

laudna would really love false god by taylor swift

[theheroand]

False God and You Need to Calm Down for Josie!

~ @botanists-little-cookie

False God: Do you think of you and your f/o as soulmates? Why or why not?

That's certainly an interesting question... I feel that it's very hard for me to define "soulmates". I don't know if that's something I can define for me and Josie- we chose each other of our own volition, really.

You Need To Calm Down: Do you have any lgbt+ headcanons for your f/o?

SHE'S CANONICALLY A LESBIAN BABYYY WOO!!! but I do also headcanon her as gray-ace bc I hit all my f/os with the ace beam <333

[pyriety-a]

i am fuckign crazy,.,,., but i am free ( i reworked my tags )

[auroralwriting]

false god

spencer reid x fem!reader (18+)

religion's in your lips. even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love. inspired by false god by taylor swift. it is recommended you listen while you read, but not required

word count: 2.0k

warnings: sooo very 18+, where to begin heated makeout, soft and rough, switch!spence, switch!reader, smut, p-in-v, unprotected sex (don't do that), oral (fem rec), body worshipping, sort of porn without a plot, no use of y/n, very light choking, implied season nine-ish spencer, light hair tugging, multiple orgasms, praise, plot after porn, aftercare, fluff

Spencer thought you looked absolutely darling all dressed up for him. He loved when you did that. Anytime he took you out, you always dressed up to match the occasion.

Tonight was no different. Your little red slip dress and heels made you look like a pure angel sent down from heaven to grace him. He felt lucky to even breathe the same air as you, let alone date you.

The moment you'd arrived back to his apartment, his lips attached to yours eagerly. You shared the action, making sure to run your hands all over the top part of his body. His neck, chest, shoulders.

"You're the most transcendent, ethereal woman I've ever met." Spencer mumbled over your lips, the feeling of them ghosting over yours as he spoke sending shivers down your spine.

Your soft giggle in reply made Spencer feel like his legs turned into jelly. "You already won me over long ago, love. There's no need to try and win me over."

"I always want to win your heart, over and over again." Spencer replied, his touch ghosting over your cheek as he softly traced your skin. "I'm too lucky to not remind you every day that I'm so fucking grateful you choose me. You're too amazing to not be reminded of how gorgeous you are." Lips reattached as Spencer's hand began to ghost touches down your spine, causing you to arch into him. "I'm not a religious man in any sense, but I'd let you lead me with blind faith."

"Spencer," you groaned. "I need you."

Spencer pushed you against the wall, a soft thud from your body, but his hand was behind your head to protect it from any harm. "You're gonna get me, pretty girl. Let me have my time with you."

You felt encaged by his arms, leaving you nowhere to go even if you wanted to leave, which you didn't. Spencer’s lips trailed down your jaw, soft scratches from his teeth were soothed over by his tongue as you grasped for the back of his neck, drawing him impossibly closer to your body. His lips traveled to the low cut of your dress as he took his time observing you.

“This dress is beautiful,” Spencer remarked, “but it needs to come off.” Grabbing your hand, he lead you to the bedroom. His hands now at your hips, he sat you down and slowly knelt to the floor. With gentle hands, he began to take off your heels for you, kissing your legs as he worked. The action made your heart sing and your cunt ache.

“Such a gentleman,” You softly teased, grabbing the collar of his dress shirt lightly and pulling him back up to you. “Have I told you how much I like your shorter hair?”

Spencer gave a soft smile, “Seven times, this one being the eighth.”

“Well, I mean it every single time.” you replied.

“I know,” Spencer kicked off his shoes as you situated yourself back against the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Now, what was I about to do?”

Spencer’s teasing made you slightly frustrated, although you loved it too much to make him stop. “Take off my dress,” You half pleaded, half answered.

“That’s right, thank you, baby.” Spencer reached behind you to drag the zipper down your body. Once done, his fingers slowly made their way to the small straps, pulling them off your shoulders. The dress sagged, the top falling below your breasts. Spencer was urgent with his next movements, kissing greedily around your chest as you gripped his hair. “Oh, god, baby.” Spencer groaned. He loved it when you pulled his hair.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” You commented, tugging on his tie. Spencer nearly ripped his dress shirt, jacket, and tie off, along with his belt. “Thats better,” you smiled.

After another sweet kiss, Spencer began his previous actions, and slowly began to drag the dress off your body. You reached down to unbutton his pants, and he pushed them over his hips and kicked them off. You nearly made a joke about how you both matched finally, but Spencer was too eager to taste you.

Panties pulled down to your ankles, Spencer began kissing your thighs. “You’re so pretty. Every part of you, you’re so pretty.” He mumbled praises as he kissed you. “Love your body, love you.”

“Spence,” You whined, slowly raising your hips in desperation.

“I know, baby. I know, I got you.” Spencer assured. “Jus’ too pretty.”

After another minute of praises from the man, he pressed a hot kiss on your core. Slowly, his tongue dragged its way from your opening to your clit. A breathy, messy moan spilled from your lips, teetering Spencer’s last bit of self-control. He sucked on your clit, lapping around it with kitten licks like a madman. Your back arched as he grabbed your ankles, pushing them to his back to wrap you around him. “Oh, baby, oh,” you moaned.

“Taste so good,” Spencer praised as he inserted a finger into you, steadily pumping it. “You’re divine, angel. Absolutely divine.”

“More, please baby,” You called out, Spencer obliging to your need. He added a second finger, beginning to curl them right where you needed them the most. “Oh! Spencer!”

Spencer looked up at your with hazy eyes, “There, baby? Right there?”

“Fuck, right there!” You nodded, one hand grabbing the bed cover and the other tangling in Spencer’s free hand.

For Spencer, you looked like a creature straight from stories he’d read, or like some perfect girl made just for him. He loved the way your body reacted to him, how it felt like you were the only girl for him.

Spencer leaned down once more, lapping at your clit. “Oh, please don’t stop, please, please,” The begs tumbled from your lips, even if you knew Spencer wouldn’t stop. “‘S so good, so good,”

“Are you gonna come, baby?” Spencer asked, feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers. Hearing your reply, Spencer looked up to you. “Let go, sweet girl. Come for me,”

With one last harsh suck to your clit and a deep curl on his fingers, your orgasm hit you as Spencer watched, loving the way your face morphed from pleasure. He helped you ride it out, coaxing you back into reality.

“Good girl, so, so good for me.” Spencer leaned up to kiss you, softly smoothing down your hair as he did so.

“Spence, I wanna ride you.” Your words were words of begging, but your tone was firm. Spencer nodded quickly, wetting his lips with his tongue as you both traded places. While he moved, he slipped his boxers off. “Ready?” You asked.

“Please,” Spencer replied, intertwining a hand with yours as you readied his cock. Slowly, you sunk down onto it, moans spilling from both of your lips.

You let go of Spencer’s hand to place both of your palms on his stomach, lifting your hips just halfway off, and then back down at a tantalizing pace. “You feel so good,” you moaned. “Oh, I love you.”

“I love you t- oh!” Spencer moaned as you changed pace, slamming yourself down a little bit harder than before. “Shit, baby,” Spencer babbled, “y-you, oh, god. So warm, so good.” Your pace was now hard, lifting yourself almost off and then all the way back down. Spencer was an absolute mess of a man, his words coming out as babbles and incoherent, unstrung thoughts. “Kiss, wanna kiss you!” Spencer called out.

He sat up and you pushed your lips against his as his hands toyed with your breasts once more. “You’re so deep,” You moaned as Spencer pulled back quickly.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” He managed to say as you felt his cock twitch inside you. “God, I’m coming!” His load was hot and nearly brought you to another orgasm as well. Spencer let his head fall on your shoulder as he pressed gentle kisses there. “Lemme give you another one, please?” He asked, softly leaving a bite on your shoulder.

“Yes, yes please.” You replied.

Once again, you both were flipped. Spencer carefully inserted the head of his cock, leaving your hips rolling. His plan wasn’t to just fuck you, no, he had one more thing to do before he could properly fuck you. He grabbed one of the pillows and lifted your hips, placing them strategically under. Finally, he pushed in, the angle allowing him to hit deeper places. You cried out from pleasure as he began slamming into you at a brutal place.

“Baby, ‘s too much!” You cried.

“You got it, it’s okay,” Spencer grunted, unrelenting with his pace. “You can take it, come on.”

For a moment, you thought you could take it, until his fingers found your clit again. It was still so sensitive from your last orgasm, making you explode in pleasure. It made you feel hot, even more turned on, and so extremely eager to come.

Spencer quickly grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as his pace. “Good girl, taking me so well. So good, honey.” Spencer praised.

After another minute of this, you genuinely were unable to form words. Moans spilled from your lips, along with broken vowels your brain was trying to form into words and sentences.

This was Spencer’s favorite thing to do. He made such soft love to you, but he loved to watch you go brain dead from his cock. He loved the way you drifted away because of him. Not for the power, no, but because he was the only one who could make you feel this good, and you both knew it.

Your words failed you as you tried to communicate that you were approaching your orgasm again. You gave a tight squeeze to Spencer’s hand, and he knew exactly what you were telling him.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more, just one more. Show me how good I make you feel.” Spencer urged as you felt yourself release for the second time of the night.

It was like you’d transcended to a whole new existence, only being brought back when you felt Spencer’s lips press small kisses to your cheek. You opened your eyes, immediately locking them with his.

“There’s my sweet girl,” Spencer lazily stroked circles on your cheek with a smile. “You okay?”

“Perfect,” you confirmed. “You’re so perfect.”

Spencer lightly laughed an exhausted, airy laugh. “Is now a good time to ask you if you wanted to move in with me?”

You smiled, “Ask me.”

“Please move in with me?” Spencer asked.

“How could I ever say no to you?” You answered as Spencer kissed you gently. “But we are not doing that now.”

Looking at the clock, Spencer sat you against the headboard. “You stay here, I’ll bring you some clothes and a makeup wipe. You just rest, love.” Spencer pressed a kiss to your head as you squeezes his hand, letting him retrieve your items.

Once he came back, already him his pajamas, he helped you change into yours which were just his clothes. As you removed your makeup, be carefully brushed through your hair to remove any and all tangles from your passionate sex.

You laid next to him in your newly-shared bed. The warm light from his nightstand illuminated both your faces perfect as you trailed a finger over his face with a feather light touch. Spencer just closed his eyes and sighed, sinking into your touch.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you so much,” he replied.

The light clicked off, and together, you drifted to sleep, knowing you both were the luckiest people in the world.

[allfearstofallto]

Devout

Yandere! Childe x Fem,Nun! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

TW: 18+ MDNI, Noncon, lots and lots of mentioning of religion, reader is a virgin, yandere, obsession, unprotected sex, finishing inside

Heavenly. What an on the nose way to describe you. Dressed head to toe in loose fitting, religious garb, your hair covered. All he could see was the skin of your hands and that heavenly face.

Such a sweet, welcoming smile and gentle voice was befitting of a nun. He could only imagine how many men you'd lured into your trap of giving donations with those assets of yours. Kindly praising them for whatever they could give like an owner to a dog. And he was another willing victim.

Your eyes went wide when he dropped the large bag of mora into your little basket. Your grip wavered a bit as the heavy coins weighed your little arms down, and all he did was smirk. He'd made himself known to you.

“What a generous donation!” You exclaimed. That pretty smile of yours, the way your eyes lit up. He resisted the urge to lick his lips while thinking about what he could do with that mouth, a lewd gesture to be doing right in front of a nun, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

He felt himself cock an eyebrow at your words. Pleasure? He supposed he gave pleasure to receive it. He eyed you up and down, he could see so little of you. The skirt down to your ankles left plenty to the imagination and imagine he did, “I suppose I'm trying to be new to the faith.”

A little white lie, but your smile growing wider made it worth it. If all nuns were as pretty and tempting as you were, he'd join the commune immediately.

“Lord Barbatos accepts all,” You said, holding the basket back out to him and implying that you wanted him to take his money back, “Don't give because you're new to worship. All that is given is accepted, but we will still take you with open arms.”

“I want to give you this much,” he said, a firm hand pushing the basket back, “and I want to give you so much more.”

Going to the city of freedom, a city known for its drinking and partying, just for the cathedral was quite the story amongst his subordinates. But Childe didn't care. The things he wanted to do with you weren't holy, but that was much better than a glass of wine and a song. If they knew the treat that stayed praying in the church day and night, they too would take to the faith.

Walking into the chapel, the first thing he was greeted with was the sight of you on your knees, praying to the statue of that absentee god. Filling that pretty mouth of yours felt like a better use of this time, you were already on your down there after all. But he decided against it. Not yet at least. Not when you were smiling at him so sweetly, motioning him closer to pray next to you.

Childe mentally asked the Tsaritsa for forgiveness, but still kneeled next to you. The Tsaritsa was a forgiving woman, he hoped that she would understand why he was praying to a false God. The way you were sitting on your knees, your round behind pressed against the heels of your feet, it made the fabric of your skirt press against your body. The curve of your ass, it was the first time he's seen it and he sucked air in through his teeth. He truly was being tempted, wasn't he?

“It's such an honor to see you, Ajax. Wasn't it?” Even the way you tilted your head in confusion was adorable. Typically he'd be upset if someone had forgotten his name, he didn't feel forgettable, but he was going to make you remember. Those plump lips of your would be calling his name over and over again, until it would be all you could say.

“Yes, it's Ajax,” he dropped the clasps of his hands and stood again, holding out an arm for you as well, “I was in the area again and decided to stop by for a prayer.”

A look of hesitance danced across that pretty face of yours as you debated whether or not to take his hand, before deciding against it. Instead, you chose to stand by yourself, a move that made him long for you even more. So he couldn't even feel the softness of your skin? Yet another ache in his groin, you were honestly trying to get him, weren't you?

“Forgive my rudeness, but we're discouraged from touching those of the opposite sex. Especially those who haven't taken vows, better to not tempt provocation,”

Vows? He'd assumed as much, but hearing you say it his pants grow even tighter. Temptation was you. You were such a pure soul, but you were sin. That body under all those clothes, he knew that it was erotic. He knew you felt lustful thoughts, that even you had ideas and thoughts that went against your virtue.

“I understand,” he spoke in a strained whisper, gripping the legs of his pants tight, “Do you think we can go somewhere private? I have a few confessions I need to make.”

You perked up once again, large eyes filled with enthusiasm, “Our father is holding a confessional if you'd like-”

“No,” he cut you off quickly, “I want to talk to you alone, do you think that's a possibility?”

There was a look of aversion in your eyes, clearly you were thinking about it. You looked like you wanted to tell him no, but your good natured heart and kind ways were fighting against what was right and what you felt like you needed to do as a nun.

“I'm…I'm not meant to take confessions, brother Ajax,” you said sweetly.

He stepped a bit closer to you, trying not to intimidate you, but also trying to press the importance. His length was hardening even more, his pants growing tighter. If you noticed, you didn't say anything, but of course, how would you?

“Please, it'll just be for a moment,”

Fearful eyes looked around the church before you motioned for him to follow you. Going against your God while in his home, you felt like you were committing a crime. But you couldn't leave a person in need behind. You're sure Barbatos would find it in his heart to forgive you.

“Please, make yourself at home here, dear brother,” you said while leading him through the door.

It was a simple room. An altar at the other end of the room, with a few candles and offerings and dim lighting. The room was scented with incense, a sweet smell that reminded him of the dandelion wine that Mondstadt was known for.

You lowered yourself onto your knees and motioned for Childe to follow you, “Please, kneel next to me, confess whatever you feel necessary,”

He sat down next to you, close enough to where his shoulder brushed against you. You flinched from this contact, but didn't say anything. A thought crossed your mind, so much space in the room and he chose to be right against you.

“Forgive me, I have sinned,” he said, but he never closed his eyes, never clasped his hands together, never lowered his head.

“Confess to me your woes,”

He sucked air in through his teeth, trying not to jump on you. Not yet. Not while you were looking at him so hopefully. So much trust. It only made him want you more.

“I've been having sinful thoughts,” he began, his eyes not leaving you, “Sinful to the point of being debilitating. They wreck my mind constantly.”

“Are these thoughts of harming others?” You asked, this didn't seem like the question of a clergy, but rather one of genuine curiosity.

He didn't look away from you, while his hand slithered down and he began palming his length through his pants, “They used to be. But now they're more deviant in nature.”

“Br-brother Ajax, such actions are- they are unbefitting for the church,” you said quickly, turning your head away to not see him as he defiled sacred ground with his actions.

“I need you, sister,” he leaned closer to you, whispering his words right into the shell of your ear. You squirmed at the feeling of his breath, such a cute reaction it was, and the yelp you let out when his hand gripped your ankle was even cuter. He tugged at your leg, pushing your back against the ground and leaning over you.

He'd seen fear like this before. Many times before. When he plunged a weapon into someone's chest, watching the life fade from their eyes, it was similar to the one you were making now. The tears, the muttered begging, even the way your lips quivered, it was all the same. So why now did it make his cock even harder in the confines of his pants?

Where would he even begin with you? Quite honestly, he didn't even know how to take your garb off. Instead, he took to ripping it, right at the neck. Pulling it apart straight down the middle until every inch of your torso became visible to him. Your breasts were covered in a basic bra. Normally he was the type to prefer more intricate lingerie to entice his urges, yet something about the simplicity of your undergarments made him hiss air in through his teeth. It was like you knew for certain that nothing was happening, yet he still was forcing you to show him.

“Stop! You can't do this!” You cried, trying to cover yourself in what scraps of your dress you could find.

He was gentle as he touched you this time, fingertips stroking your cheek, but his words following were harsh and deathly serious, “Don't fight me, I wouldn't want to hurt you,”

“Heavenly father, I ask that you forgive me…” you began to mutter to yourself in prayer. Laying there, hands clasped and teary eyes shut as you felt him trace up and down your thigh with his tongue. The feeling of his saliva, going up to your stomach, one of his hands cupping your breast before ripping the fabric of your bra away, it made you sick to your stomach. Your pebbled nipples hitting the cold air were quickly sucked into his mouth, a pleasure never experienced before washing over your body. You shuddered, much to his approval.

He wanted to go slower. He wanted to tease you for hours before taking you. He wanted to make you cum over and over, proudly showing how lewd you truly were to your false God, but even he has grown impatient. Trying to win you the right way just wasn't working and he needed to feel you, as deeply as possible, the girl he'd fantasized about night after night.

The way your eyes widened when he dropped his pants was cute. When you tried to look away from his hard cock that was dripping precum onto your cunt, still begging with those sweet lips, it was even cuter. But the way you went silent, the way the world seemed to stop from you the second you felt the head of his cock against your opening, that was the cutest. He loved the look in your eye. The look of visceral fear. It was a look of knowing. Knowing that after he was finished with you, you'd have nowhere to go, but to him.

You only began truly fighting him off when he began pushing the head of his cock into your warmth. So tight and soft, no matter how hard you hit him, you couldn't make him leave your insides. When he bottomed out inside you, feeling your walls clench around every inch of his cock, he hissed. Face to face with you now, nestled deep within you, he kissed your wet cheeks. Childe wasn't one for love making, but he couldn't help but to be tender with you. His thrusts were slow, but deep, making sure you tasted all of him.

“Hush, little angel,” he cooed softly to you, while wiping away more of your tears. Your little sobs were agonizing to his heart, yet his cock only twitched harder, “It'll be over soon.”

And you nodded. Such a sweet thing. You nodded and let yourself go to him. He didn't take this as a sign to be rougher though. No. He couldn't. Not to you. He continued his same pace, softly humming to you and shushing you when you got too loud. He wanted to pound your insides, to fuck you brutally, but that would be for later.

Little sobs left your lips as your nails dug into the carpeted floor beneath you. He was still going slow. Thrusting in and out skillfully, his hand tenderly gripping your face and making you look him in the eye, any time you tried to look away, he'd just force your head back.

“I'm cumming soon, okay?” He muttered against your lips, kissing you gently afterwards.

With your mouth engulfed in his, you couldn't beg him to please not finish inside you. Instead, your body flailed beneath him, trying to get him off as you felt the thrust of his hips speed up and become more greedy. You felt him grip you tighter, you felt his moans grow louder against your lips. And all you could do is sit in horror as you felt his hips falter, his pace slow down, and his cock twitch even more as it pumped hot cum deep inside your.

Childe pulled away from the sloppy kiss, your lips covered in saliva and he smiled. You'd never seen such evilness until you looked into his eyes, proudly looking down at your cunt where the cum was seeping out. I'm your mind, you were saying another prayer, but you weren't sure if anyone was listening.

“Guess I have to marry you now,” he chuckled with a playful pat against your thigh. But despite the smile on his face you knew he wasn't joking.

[yuan4i]

FALSE GOD kinich x reader

SYNOPSIS you, a straight-A honours senior student at teyvat high, hoping to receive the teyvat academic medal. however ever since the year started, you’ve only scored second place to kinich. your relationship with kinich is a bit complex. rivals; that’s what you’d call your relationship with him. other than the fact that he’s oblivious to who you were… until a faux relationship between you two started? 

STATUS 08/18/24, coming soon (planned after cod ends) 

GENRE social media au, modern au, high school au

CONTENT WARNINGS one-sided rivalry, fake dating troupe, implied female reader (they/them prns), suggestive scenes, everyone’s a senior other than kachina, written during 5.0’s release, messy timestamps, will add more later! (☆) = written chapters

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CHARACTERS tba...

ACT I - "WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS"

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ACT II - "RELIGION IN YOUR LIPS..."

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ACT III - "EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD"

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ACT IV - "WE'D STILL WORSHIP THIS LOVE"

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Ragnar Lothbrok*Pet

Pairing: Ragnar x f!captured reader

Kinktober Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Word count: 1491

Warnings: talks of religion, religious corruption, religious guilt, teasing, heavy flirting, mini crisis of faith ig, being ragnars pet/prisoner, making out, thigh riding, smut 18+

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“She is a Christian,” Floki whispered in Ragnars ear as the pair studied the girl presented to them, “We should get rid of her, not drag her around with us. She will only slow us down,”

While Floki’s eyes bore into Ragnars skull the kings’ eyes lingered elsewhere. They had taken your village some days ago when one of his men found you hiding in the forest. The sight of you on your knees, even if it were to pray to a false god to survive, was enough to convince Ragnar.

“I should like to keep her,” he said, watching how your lips wrapped around the words you mumbled, “Untie her hands,” he commanded one of his men as Floki sighed.

“What is it with you and your Christian pets? At least keep her hands bound,” he tried to reason but Ragnar just shook his head. He knew you wouldn’t run.

A couple of weeks had passed of successful raiding and gold was beginning to pile up around him. Ragnar sat at the makeshift feast they had decided to throw after taking another village however his eyes were once again on the Christian girl who sat across from him. At first you used to flush under his gaze, a sight he enjoyed and often tried to tease out by whispering pretty words in your ear.

Ragnar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “What are you thinking about?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“That I may sleep soon. The night is growing long,”

“That is an excellent idea. Perhaps I should join you,” he said, smirking at the way you began to stutter and flush, “Tell me something. Where you married before?”

You paused for a moment before answering, “No, why?”

Ragnar shook his head, “well I heard,” he said, leaning in closer and grinning as you did the same as his voice dropped to a whisper, “that it is only the married ones who get fucked,”

“I-well-I- yes it would be a sin otherwise,” you stuttered out, face growing hot as Ragnar poured himself another glass of wine. “I’m not even supposed to talk about…that,”

“Why not?”

“It is a sin,”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

The awkward smile worn on your lips made a real one grow on his face, “Because god said so,”

“Have you spoken to god,”

“Well, no,”

“Then how do you know?” a frustrated sigh left your lips that made Ragnars grin widen. He was getting to you and enjoying every moment of it. he leaned in closer once more, whispering for your sake more than anything,” Why would a god create something so beautiful then not let you appreciate its wonders?”

“It is a sin,” you clung to the excuse, realising you did not know why either.

The laugh that left his mouth however caught you off guard and your lips twitched, almost forming a smile at the smile on his face. That was until he spoke again, “Perhaps we should sin together one time,” he said, standing and grabbing his cup of wine. Before he could leave, he sauntered over to whisper one last thing in your ear, “And the idea of you falling apart on my cock is enough to make me believe in my god,”

A few more weeks had passed and soon you would be heading back with the raiders to their land. Despite still being wary of many of the men some, Ragnar specifically, had grown on you. “Where will I stay when you take me back with you?” you asked one night as you began to brush through your hair.

Ragnar glanced at you as he began to unlace his boots. While he had unbound your hands, he had insisted on keeping you in his tent, thankfully on your own bed, thought you wondered if this was for his entertainment or safety, “I will find somewhere for you,” he answered simply before reaching to pull his shirt over his head.

Despite seeing this sight many times, the way his muscles flexed, and his tattoos gleamed against his skin made a tingle shoot through your spine. “So, I won’t be a slave? Or is it a thrall you call them?”

Ragnar paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, “You need not worry little one. I will take care of you,”

A moment passed before you allowed yourself to smile, “Thank you Ragnar,” you said and a small smile crept onto his lips as he settled himself above his sheets, his eyes scanning over you.

“Come here,” he said, nervousness washing over you, “Trust me,”

You paused at first before standing from beneath your covers. Your underdress was the only thing to cover you now as you crossed the tent. Ragnar patted the spot beside him and cautiously you sat down, picking at your thumbs. His hand closed over yours, “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said, and you just nodded as his eyes continued to study your face.

“Has anyone ever kissed you?” he whispered.

You swallowed before answering, “Once,” you said, tempted to pick at your skin but somehow resisting, “But I wasn’t very good at it,”

“Perhaps you should try again,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he moved to rest his forehead against yours.

“Perhaps you could teach me,” you whispered, a spark lighting in his eyes, “if I am to go back to your land perhaps it is time I Learned your ways,”

“All our ways?” he asked, his hand reaching over to run his fingers lightly up your thighs making you shiver, “Is that what you desire little one?”

“Would it be so wrong if I did?” you asked and the way your wide eyes gazed into his made Ragnars cock begin to harden.

His hand trailed slowly up your leg, torturously so until it arrived at your hip. You gasped when he grabbed it, pulling you over to straddle his thigh. “Ragnar- “you gasped, when he bent his leg up, propping you up on his strong thigh, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” his hands reached for your hair, pulling your lips down onto his. This was far different from the last time someone had kissed you. this was rough and needy and made whines leave your throat as one of his hands moved to your hips.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing before he began to move your hip, making you grind down onto his thigh. The way you whimpered made Ragnar wonder if Odin himself had blessed him. Ragnar guided your hips and soon your body took over, rubbing your clit against his strong thigh as his hand squeezed the flesh of your hips.

When he pulled his lips away yours chased after his making a chuckle leave them before he began to kiss down your jaw. “You don’t need to be quite little one,” he mumbled against your skin as a soft moan left your mouth, “No one will judge,”

His lips soon found the crook of your neck, kissing it in a way that made a knot in your stomach tighten. Since your hips now moved of their own accord his hands were free to travel up your frame, taking your tits in his hand and making you gasp as he squeezed them softly.

He felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the Hardened buds beneath your shift. His fingertips trailed slowly around your nipples at first, enjoying your needy whines before he finally began to roll them between his fingers.

“Oh god,” you moaned as he pinched them gently, but your words just made him want you more and groan against your skin.

It didn’t take long for a tight feeling to spread across your body, “What is happening to me?” you asked but it came out as more of a whine.

“Enjoy it little one,” Ragnar said, his lips moving to kiss your check, “Let yourself let go,” he said before your lips slammed onto his even catching yourself by surprise. Your moans allowed him to slip his tongue in, the kiss becoming messier and more desperate as you grinded against his thigh.

He felt your body jerk and Ragnar smirked into the kiss knowing what was about to happen. Your lips broke apart only for your head to fall in the crook of his shoulder, “Oh god,” you began to moan again before you felt your peak wash over you like a tidal wave.

sensing your body tensing and hips slowly Ragnar reached for your hips, moving them for you so he could watch you ride out your peak on his thigh. Curses left your lips before you finally slumped into his chest. Ragnar let out a small chuckle, letting his leg lay flat and holding you against his chest. Ragnar had defiantly made the right decision he thought.

[eloves-writes]

hiiiii! I'd like to request 💒 with the politest cat, oscar piastri! and dont hold back on the 🌶🌶🌶 pookie ;)

this is short n sweet but i hope it’s ok!!

song lyric prompt: “religion’s in your lips // the altar is my hips, even if it’s a false god” false god ~ taylor swift 💒

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), oscar wakes reader up w sex i don’t know what to call that but i will include here!

minors dni

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the early morning sun came through the gaps in the curtains like spotlights, perfectly hitting oscar’s brown curls and turning them golden.

his head was between your legs, lazily eating you out as you lay on your back, still half asleep and feeling like you were in a never ending dream. oscar did this sometimes; he would wake up earlier than you most days and he’d get antsy, not wanting to start the day without you but not wanting to ruin your sleep. this was his compromise- first kissing your forehead to wake you, then making his way down until he reached your centre. for him, this was the equivalent of going to church on a sunday, and for you, it was the equivalent of waking up in heaven. oscar’s usually foul mouth sweetened with the taste of you, his lips blessed as they nipped and sucked at your softness.

your hand reached down for his hair, brushing it through with your fingers. “morning, osc,” you yawned, finally opening your eyes to take in the sight in front of you.

he lifted his head. “morning, y/n,” he replied with a cheeky smile before continuing his hard work. “you’re so sweet,” you murmured, letting the waves of pleasure mix with your sleepiness. you finished 3 times before he surfaced again looking pleased with himself, kissing you lovingly before dragging you downstairs to watch him cook breakfast.

god, you loved it when oscar was home.

[nmakii]

RELIGION’S IN YOUR LIPS.

— making out with lucifer. that’s it

— gn!reader, no pronouns, a little mature?, religious themes

hell. the everlasting damnation for sinners; a place meant for the cruelest and barbaric of humanity. yet, their king was the purest heart of them all; a dreamer and an angel condemned for his huge dreams.

the cries of sinners echoed into white noise as smooth jazz played softly in the background. a gentle saxophone melody complimenting the deep vocals of the singer.

the moment at present was nothing but pure, passionate heaven. the beautiful angel before you gazing at you with lidded eyes as he grinned sappily.

and there in the dimly lit room, was only you and lucifer. in that room, there was no heaven, no hazbin hotel, no one else in the universe except for the two of you. no one but the two of you, here in this room as he gently held you by your hip, his left hand resting itself on your back.

the alter is my hips

even if its a false god,

we’d still worship this love

your forehead rested on his, softly swaying your hips to the sensual music. a sigh left lucifer’s lips as he leaned into your lips.

his left hand moved up, keeping you grounded to reality by your hair, gently guiding you into his lips.

your hands moved from his hips onto his shoulder and on his cheek, gently rubbing his jawline with your thumb.

his intoxicating kiss simply took your breath away. his left hand moving onto your chin, gently pleading for access into your mouth.

you graciously granted his wish, not even having a second to breathe before his forked tongue made it’s way into your mouth.

his hand on your hip tightened its’ grip, keeping you close to him, almost as if he was afraid you’d vanish before his eyes.

his tongue explored your mouth as far as he could, claiming every part of your gorgeous mouth as his own; your rosy lips, your sharp tongue— it was his.

the two of you had been brought back to reality by the fading of the harmonic melody, signifying the end of the seductive song.

as you pulled back, the two of you caught your breath, enraptured with each other’s taste. simply greedy for more, eyes begging for more of each other as you leaned in closer.

perhaps that’s why you’re in hell.

oh well.

you might as well give into that greed, right?

[misserabella]

CONFESSEX

ellie williams x catholic! fem!reader

a/n; if you think this might disrespect or trigger you don’t read it! i respect all types of religions and it’s not my intention! <3 love y’all!🩵 also thanks for the 5k!!!!!!!

summary; you wanted ellie. and no god was gonna stop you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, ellie calls god your false god, daydreaming, god kink, body workship, weed usage, smoking, ellie being absolutely whipped, kissing, first time for everything (reader), making out, use of pet names instead of y/n, fingering (r receiving), tit and nipple play, praising, praise kink, ellis calls you her good girl, oral (r receiving)…

“Come on, angel, I can’t hear you.” you were whimpering, drooling spilling from those pretty pink lips of yours as big warm and ringed hands gripped your hips, rocking your soaked and throbbing push against the denim of her crotch.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when her lips latched to your neck, biting hickeys and dampening your skin in open mouth kisses.

“Give us this day our daily bre…bread, Ellie…” you cried out when her hips thrusted upwards, both hands moving from your hips to your ass for her nails to dig into, pushing you harshly against the bulge of her strap. She chuckled, hushing you in a whisper.

“Shh, we’re on mass baby.”

She was dazed. Those pretty tears of yours making a mess out of her. She knew it was bad. Fucking you on the oratory room? And during mass? Really bad. But oh well, Ellie was not a good girl. She was worse.

“Go on, or you’re gonna get left behind.” she encouraged you, smirking when her fingers got inside your panties and you choked on air, withering when her fingertips sank on your sticky folds.

“Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those… those who trespass against us!” you mumbled in between crying soft whines. “Please, Ellie…” he clicked her tongue, fingers entering your twitching hole and thrusting in you, making your nails dig on her shoulders.

“Go on, gorgeous. I know you can do it. You’re a good girl.” you almost came in the spot, when her fingers curved and hit that sensitive spot in your gummy walls. She felt them flutter around her fingers and stopped every movement, leaving you almost touching heaven just to let you fall back to earth again. You cried, face scrunching when your orgasm was stolen out of your reach for the third time in less than thirty minutes. “Ah, ah…” you heard her warn, chuckling when you tried and reach after it, rocking against her rough hand. “No cumming ‘till you finish your prayers, baby.”

New tears fell down your cheeks, hiccups of frustration only making Ellie’s boxers wetter. “I can’t, icanticanticant…”you whimpered, unable to control how much it hurt ‘down there’, as you always said. You had to cover your mouth when a scream left your lips at the harsh spank the auburn haired gave to your ass, the sting making your hips buckle against her.

“Yes you can. Come on, use your words gorgeous.” you hissed when she sucked a new bruise on that sweet spot on your neck.

“and lead us not into temp…temptation,” you stuttered when her fingers moved again against your clit. The burning sensation in your lower stomach was like the deepest pits of hell, torture, but it hurt so good that you found yourself begging for more. “but deliver us from evil. Amen.” you moaned that last part, fingers thrusting deep inside of you, the wet sounds of your juices filling the little wooden room along with your gasps and silent whimpers.

“See? I knew you could do it. Such a good girl for me.” you hid your face in the junction of her neck and shoulder when her fingers started to fuck you just right.

“Ellie… Want… Want…” you were a babbling mess, drooling and crying on her neck as she made sure to fuck that precious mind out of you. You couldn’t even form a simple fucking sentence.

“What do you want, hm? Tell me and I’ll give it to you, angel. Anything you want.” but she already knew what you meant.

“Wanna cum, pleasepleaseplease…” you muttered, cheeks burning up but still the feeling of your building orgasm being just the perfect inhibitor that you needed.

“You wanna cum sweetheart?” you nodded, pretty moans falling off your lips when her free hand —the one that wasn’t buried deep in your panties— tightly gripped your soft and silky locks so she could get a glimpse at your pretty and fucked out face. Her thumb pressed against your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, I love when you do that shit. So fucking pretty for me…” you were begging at this point, needing her to give you the green light to gush all over her ringed fingers. You just needed her to give you a last push, to let you let go. “Come on baby, show me how much you love my fingers, how much you love me to fuck you in the church of your false god. Cum for me, angel.” and just like that, you were cumming, so fucking hard that if it weren’t for her mouth muffling your moans and screams, the full church would have known what was going on in between those tight walls.

Her mouth was like a drug. The more you tasted it, the more you found yourself begging for it. Her tongue was hungry, yet lazy against yours, spit dripping down your chin as her fingers kept thrusting in you, helping you ride out your high. Your brain was a pink mush at that point, too fucked out of it to even know what was going on, stars dancing behind your close pretty and teary eyes. You still couldn’t get used to just how good it all felt. The touching, the kissing… Ellie.

“Look at you…” you gagged when she pushed her dripping fingers inside your mouth. “Look at the fucking mess you’ve made.” you moaned around her fingers —being able to taste your release on them— pupils blown and used cunt fluttering around the emptiness her big fingers had left once they had left your gummy walls. “Such a dirty girl, letting me have my way with her in church…” you whimpered when another spank made your skin grew in goosebumps. “You should be embarrassed of yourself.” she said while pulling her fingers out of that tight and warm mouth of yours.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, god, I’m sorry…” her pitch black eyes shone in lust at your pleads of forgiveness. “Please forgive me, please…”

“You want forgiveness?” her wet fingers caressed your cheek and, later on, your hair, patting it slightly as you nodded. “Then kneel.” she said, chuckling a little bit when she could see the confusion on pretty face. “Kneel.” this time, she pushed your head down, her other hand guiding you to get off her lap to settle in between her legs. You gasped due to the sudden push against her strap, the damp denim and warmth pressing to your warm cheek. You heard her groan at the sight of your lips being so close to her cock, and pussy. “Now be a good girl and pray, hm?” she gave you a sweet smile as she unbuckled her belt and tugged on her jeans, the strap bouncing and resting against his happy trail. “Pray with your lips around my cock.”

“Ellie?” she came back to the present and got out of her head when she finally heard your voice calling out for her. “Can you please hand me my bible?” your sweet little voice filled your pink and strawberry scented room —which now was indulged in the sour weed smoke that scaped from her lips—.

If Ellie was proud about anything in her fucking life, that would be you. Her sweet best friend. You were so perfect, so innocent, so pure… An angel.

You were scribbling in one of your notebooks, finishing up some kind of homework in between little hums and babbles. Ellie was just lost in how beautiful and ethereal you looked, with your little pink lips pursed and silky hair framing your face. God, she wanted to ruin you…

“Sure thing, gorgeous.” she said, leaving your bed —in which she had been laying and smoking on for the last hour while staring at you— to reach out for the little bible that rested on your nightstand and slowly walk up to you. Her hand handed it up, but before you could take it she pulled her hand back, making you frown. “Nuh-uh… You know how to ask for things, don’t you sweetheart?” you let out a little giggle as she leaned in, waiting for you to close the distance in between your lips and her cheek, which you happily did.

You loved to kiss Ellie, there was something about it that always made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Wait… One more?” she whined when you pulled away, but you only shook your head, taking your bible from her hands with a little giggle. Her eyes were bloodshot and half-lided, breath heavy.

“I need to finish my homework, Ellie…” she groaned, ‘cause she knew that you were right and that you were just best friends. You didn’t even know she thought about you this way. But fuck, she wanted you so bad… Needed you so much… And you sounded so pretty trying to be the good girl you always were. Fuck, the things she’d do to you.

She smirked. “Okay.” she rose her hands up in innocence, but there was nothing innocent in the way she was staring at you while biting down on her bottom lip. You were back at doing your homework when she palmed herself over her jeans. If only you could recognize the lust on her eyes as she stared at you…

Ellie had always been careful. Never touched you in a way that screamed anything other than innocence. She couldn’t. Even though she wanted it, so badly. She would die if she’d ever make you feel uncomfortable. She loved you. You meant the world to her. But lately it was getting worse. The constant dirty wet dreams, the daydreaming… You were so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“How much longer, baby?” she inquired, and you hummed.

“Not long.” you answered, and she sighed. She decided to light up another blunt. She just wanted to pull you away from those books and make you pay attention to her.

“What?” she inquired you when she noticed you were staring at her. You took a deep breath.

“Forget it.” you shied out, your cheeks turning pink.

“Hey…” she called out for you, patting the free side on her bed. “What’s wrong, doll?” her hand found your cheek when you sat beside her.

“It’s nothing…” you promised but she wasn’t having it.

“Come on… No need to be shy with me, darling.” you only flushed harder. “What is it? You want to try it?” she asked, pointing at the blunt, and you nodded. She smiled. “That’s okay baby.” she promised, handing it to you, you sat up upright. “Take a small light drag, alright? Don’t want my pretty girl to choke.” you nodded, your body shivering at her cute nicknames. They always made your heart flutter. You followed her orders, but still managed to cough, the feeling of the smoke burning your throat. “Woah…” she patted your back, giving you the bottle of water you kept on your bed site table. “You okay, princess?” you nodded. “I have an idea. Give it to me.” you handed her the blunt, and she took the drag. “Come here.” and you found yourself stuttering when her free hand pushed you from the back of the neck towards her. She smirked at the blush on your face, neck and ears. Your heart was doing flips inside your chest. “Open up.” her hand now was on your face once again, her thumb on your bottom lip, pushing open your mouth. Your eyes fluttered close as she leaned closer, exhaling the smoke inside your mouth, and you inhaled, this time you throat not feeling that sore. “Good girl.” an unconscious whimper left your mouth at the praise, already feeling the effects of the weed. Ellie’s eyes shot open before a smirk took over her lips. “You liked that, baby? Like it when I call you good girl?” you blushed, but still nodded.

“Ellie…” you muttered her name, her eyes glued to her lips. Yours were too. “Can you kiss me?” you inquired, and fuck. Why did you even ask?

You moaned when her mouth met yours, her tongue pushing inside at the first change, humming and groaning. It was your first kiss, and you truly didn’t know how to kiss her back, but you knew it felt good. Too good. She noticed, pulling away. “Open your mouth and put your tongue out for me baby. That’s it.” she was back at kissing you, this time slower, so you could follow, showing you. “Fuck.” she groaned, pulling away. “I can’t. I can’t do this. You’re high. I’m high. You don’t know what you are doing.” she sighed, fighting with herself. She wanted to pin you down and keep kissing you. Pull more of those sweet sound out of your mouth.

“I know what I’m doing.” you promised, sitting on her lap. Ellie almost choked.

“Baby…” you hushed her, kissing her once again, and she groaned. “Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me.”

“Touch me, Ellie. Please…”

“Doll, please don’t.” she begged you, trying so hard to not rip your clothes and fuck you just like she had been dreaming for years on end.

“I want you, Ellie. Please…” fuck, this wasn’t supposed to go this way. Where had her shy little girl gone?

“Fuuuuuck.” she grunted when she felt your lips on her neck.

“Please, please, please…” tears were swelling in your eyes. You had been wanting to ask for it for months. But you were always too shy to ask. Listening to your best friends all talking about their first kisses, first times… You wanted that. But after weeks of thought, you had noticed that all they felt with their boyfriends; the butterflies, the nervousness, the need… You experienced it with Ellie. You liked Ellie. You liked your best friend. Your religion said it was a sin: Loving someone that was your same sex. But you couldn’t fight it anymore. ‘Cause if it was so wrong… Why would this feel so right? So good? You needed her. Humping your little cunt against your pillow was not enough. There was never enough of Ellie.

“Okay, baby. You’re okay. I’m gonna take care of you, alright?” she promised and you nodded, opening your mouth for her when she kissed you again. She turned you around and pushed you against the bedsheets of your bed, taking place in between your thighs. Your back arched when her lips found your neck, sucking bruises that you’d proudly wear tomorrow. Her hands pushed in between your bodies to hike up your skirt.

“Ellie…” you whimpered when one of her hands cupped your cunt, a wet patch adorning your panties.

“Fuck doll, you’re so wet…” you moaned when she started to circle your clit from over your panties. “That feels good?”

You nodded, your hips bucking against her touch.

“Of course it does…” she cooed, pulling from your pj’s shirt to strip you out of it, your beautiful tits spilling out and free for her hungry eyes to see. “So fucking beautiful…” her hand pushed inside your panties as her lips latched to your nipples.

“Ellie!” you cried out. Shit. This felt too good.

She smirked. “Atta girl…” she pushed one of her fingers inside your tight pussy. “Look at you… Taking my fingers so good…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she started to thrust it in and out.

You were moaning non-stop. Making her so fucking horny it hurt. You looked so beautiful beneath her, eyes glassy and lips swollen… She wanted to ruin you.

“That’s it. Open up for me, princess.” another finger went in, and you screamed when she hit your g spot.

“Oh god…” tears were swelling your eyes. You’d never felt this kind of pleasure. This love. Your stomach was filled with butterflies with every kiss she left on your skin. And you heart felt so warm… You loved her. You loved Ellie.

“What god baby?” she smirked. “Can god fuck you like I do? Make you feel like I do?” she inquired and you shook your head. “That’s right, he can’t. But I do. Only me.”

“Don’t stop, please Ellie, don’t stop…” you begged and she cooed.

“Look at you. Begging me. Praying at me to make you cum, aren’t you?” you nodded. “That’s right… I’m your god baby.” you moaned. “And I’d go on my knees for mine.”

“Fuck!” you cursed—something you never did— when you suddenly felt her tongue, lapping at your arousal and sucking at your clit. She grunted at your taste, eating you out like a starved woman.

“Pussy so sweet… You taste so fucking good…” she groaned, eyes heavy, pussy drunk just by one little taste.

She continued to eat you, fucking her fingers in and out of you, making your thighs shake. You were gonna cum. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ellie. I’m gonna…!” you tried and warn her, your back arching as fat tears slid down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess out of my face?” you nodded, whimpering. “Go ahead baby, cum for me. Wanna see you fall apart.”

You came with a deep moan, breathless, your walls fluttering around her fingers and making it hard for her to help you ride it as you clenched. You’d never felt anything like it. This was heaven.

Ellie came up to kiss you, her lips and chin wet in your cum. You could taste yourself on her tongue.

“You’re mine.”

When have you not been?

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a/n; ellie is my god tbh

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

false god - m. murdock

a/n: sorry if this is bad i did my best because i have been thinking about him a lot warnings: cursing, smut, cunninglus (reader recieving), exhibition (kind of?) matt has an oral fixation, praise, premarital activites, reader is deaf and uses hearing aids but it's only mentioned once, if i missed any let me know! word count: 1.8k summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. pairing: matt x fem!reader now playing: false god - taylor swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips"

When the devil finally proposed to you, he did it amongst flames and darkness.

…

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as dramatic as that.

Matt had proposed to you in the empty office of Nelson, Murdock & Page where you had met, with the lights turned down and candles lighting up the air around you. It was romantic, just as the two of you deserved.

Planning took a long time, too, with flowers, dresses and food taking over your every thought.

But now, all of that was done. There was nothing to be worried about anymore, as you and Matt specifically requested that if anything were to go wrong, Foggy and Karen would take care of it the best they could and not alarm the two of you unless someone was either dying or threatening to kill you.

So, in less than twenty-four hours, you would be Mrs. Matt Murdock, doomed to a life of lawyer jargon and patching up wounds, with no way out. The thought made you giddy.

The ceremony was going to be held at the church, but the pair of you had moved in with each other a long time ago, so it felt weird to try and avoid each other the night before the wedding and the morning in your own apartment. So, you and your future husband, as well as your small wedding party, had booked a few rooms in a hotel near the church.

You both had your respective ‘last hurrah’ a few weeks prior, so there was really nothing to do after the rehearsal dinner other than head to your room and relax, waiting for your alarm to go off to start getting ready.

You had decided to take it easy, enjoying a glass of wine after what you deemed to be an ‘everything’ shower, taking all the necessary precautions to feel like your best self on your wedding day. You had even bought yourself a nice silk pajama set, white, just like your rehearsal dress, and just like your wedding dress.

Your wedding dress hung freshly steamed in the closet of the hotel room, your shoes placed neatly beneath it. Your jewelry and accessories were laid out neatly on the dresser across from the bed. Your wedding ring sat in a box, inscribed with your husband’s name on it. He sat next to it, your name in braille on the inside of the ring.

In the morning, your mom, your sister, Karen, Marci and the woman who had been doing your hair and makeup for every major life event would be there, coffee in Karen’s hands, as your soon to be husband and his best friend got ready together, reminiscing on how they had landed themselves here.

Everything was perfectly set in place. Your job now was to just get married, and really, how hard could that be?

So, with your wine, you tuck yourself into bed with full intentions of getting a good night’s rest in your silky bridal pajamas.

Except, your job was almost done. There were no more seating arrangements to make, no one else to chase after for an RSVP, no more fittings, and no more menus to create to adhere to you and your soon to be husband’s particular tastes.

So, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t stressed at all.. Which left you with one conclusion:

You missed Matt.

You had seen him a few hours ago for the rehearsal dinner, but you were suddenly left with the conclusion that you were aching for the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Before you realized what you were doing, you were calling him.

On the second ring, he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi. Everything’s great.”

A pause.

“Okay, do you want to talk about anything..?”

“There’s nothing else to do, Matty!” You’re out of bed and pacing now. “I’m stress free, and I can’t even be with you!”

You hear his laugh from the other side of the line, and it makes your heart flutter.

“We have the rest of our lives to spend the night together, baby.” He must have had a drink or two like you, because ‘baby’ is his tipsy nickname for you.

“I know, but I miss you now. And I’m hungry.” You tell him.

“Do you want to come over, order room service, and make out?”  He grins. “You just have to leave before midnight, it’s bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding.”

You’re putting on your slippers when you pause and consider this for a minute.

“Matt, You’re blind.”

“And you’re deaf, don’t forget your hearing aids, baby.”

“How drunk are you right now? How would I be talking to you if I didn’t have them in right now?” You question.

A pause.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” His voice is softer now, and before you know it, you’re out the door and walking down the hallway.

He opens the door before you can knock, because of all the men in New York, you’ve landed the one with heightened abilities.

“Hi.” You grin, but he doesn’t respond. He simply leans down and picks you up bridal style, much to your objection. He kicks the door behind him closed before he carries you to the bed. He lays you down on it, finding himself on top of you.

“Silk?” He asks gently, his hand on your side.

“Mhm. Bridal pajamas.” You giggle. He just grins and leans in to kiss you. He pulls away from the kiss only to move to your jaw, and then down your neck. “Matthew, I want to order room service, I’m starved!”

His hands find their way underneath your top, his fingers beginning to creep up your skin.

“Me too. Been planning so much, I’ve hardly had the chance to be with you.. To touch you like this.”

You hum softly, but then your stomach rumbles loudly. So, when He lands on his knees in front of you and pulls you forward so that his head is between your thighs, he takes a second to lean over, searching for the room service menu before handing it to you, as well as the phone.

“What looks good, baby?” He asks, leaning his cheek against your thigh. Your pajama bottoms are shorts, so his warm cheek is a sharp contrast to your skin.

“What are you up to, Murdock?” You ask suspiciously, sitting up to look at the menu.

“Nothing, what kind of desserts do they have on there?”

What a weird, secretive man your future husband is.

“Uh, they have a crème brulee, apple pie, angel cake with chocolate ganache frosting—”

“Oo, can you order me one of those?” he asks, starting to kiss your thighs. Your face flushes.

“Sure, But I’m also gonna order the chocolate covered strawberries and the brownie al a mode—”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He hums, “You just have to order it for me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, but you go to dial the number for room service.

The woman on the other end of the phone is very nice.

As she begins to talk, Matt listens in, but mainly focuses on pulling down your shorts and panties, kissing along your thighs.

Your free hand goes to his hair to try and keep him from eating you out while you order room service, but he is a persistent man.

His lips meet your clit first, and he listens as you gasp, trying to finish the order that he had so kindly requested you to make. His tongue meets your folds, finally satiating the hunger he had for weeks leading up to this.

Your fingers grip his hair, only making him quicken his pace.

“Can I also get uhm—” You can barely think straight. “The uh, Fuck—” Matt’s nose rubs against your clit, his tongue moving at a devastating pace.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The woman on the other line asks.

“Yeah, Sorry, stubbed my toe on the dresser,” You explain. Matt grins from his place between your thighs. His tongue drags up and down, as if he’s licking every inch of you, like maybe he’ll never be able to taste you again. “The angel cake, can we get two slices of that?” You ask, your fiancé’s pace increasing.

“Yeah, of course. Anything else?”

Matt takes only a moment to stop his assault on your pussy, to add, “The strawberries, baby,” before continuing to lap his tongue against your wet heat.

“The chocolate covered strawberries, and that’s it,” You finish.

“Alright, we have the brownie, the strawberries, and the cake..” She finishes. “What room?”

“Two twenty six,” You tell her. You roll your hips up to try and get more from Matt, but one hand leaves his grip on your thigh to hold your hips down. He knows you’re close, he always knows.

“Oh, are you the bride for tomorrow?” She asks.

This god damn wedding.

“Mhm,” You manage out, biting your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning.

“Congratulations!” She chirps, “Consider the room service complimentary, then,” She gifts.

“Thank you, very much.” You hum.

Matt stops his assault again.

“Ask her how long,” and then he’s back to tasting you, relentlessly.

“How long?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Should only be about ten, fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, thank you,” You say again, your grip on Matt’s hair tightening as you edge closer to your orgasm.

“Of course! Have a very happy wedding day!” And with that, she hangs up, and you toss the phone in the general direction of the machine.

“I’m gonna kill you,” You tell Matt, who stops quickly.

“Do you want to kill me, or do you want me to make you cum?” He asks. He looks really pretty between your thighs.

“Please, Matty..” You give in, and he smirks.

“That’s my good girl.” And he continues to suck your clit, edging you closer and closer. His pace quickens, somehow even more. You let out a soft moan that sounds like absolute heaven to Matt’s ears.

Your thighs are starting to shake because you’re so damn close. Matt keeps his licks consistent, waiting for your release. Your fingers tug on his hair, as you moan, finally hitting your release. He lets you ride out your high, licking all your cum up, making sure to suck up every last drop.

“So sweet and so good for me..” he hums, planting a soft kiss to your clit before pulling away, licking his lips.

“You’re such a dick..” You giggle.

He laughs, kissing your thigh.

“Did so well for me, Sweetheart..” He hums, leaning up to give you a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he slips your shorts back on, and looks like he has a new idea. “Ten to fifteen minutes, huh?”

“Mhm..” You’re just looking at him with such adoration.

“We could probably put that pretty mouth to good use while we wait, right?”

[yuellii]

aurora borealis green

feat. miko, kazuha, ningguang, thoma, lisa ( separate )

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 they are so obviously in love with you

( or, in which i tie them to a taylor song i’ve been crazing over, but you don’t have to listen or know the songs to read / understand )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, implication of sexual intimacy ( for miko, the others do not have this )

> part one ( more characters ) / part two

YAE MIKO. false god

Her affections stemmed from a sort of sightless faith.

When she leans back downwards, pink strands all messily cascading down her shoulders, she plants the lightest of kisses on the bare stomach of your laying form. But you could tell such a small act was still the most holy of worships, almost as if she was kissing the ground of a path to an alter.

“You were so divine,” she whispers, lips plump against your skin. And it feels like sin, almost, to have the Yae Guuji speak to you as if communion was melting on her tongue. “I wonder what God I pleased to ever deserve you…” It a mumble that’s so casually said, one that is only spoken between divinity and its loyal follower.

And said loyalty was etched into her name, truly, coursing through the way her fingers traced along your hips. They were gentle, almost akin to worship.

You were no God. And yet, there was a blind faith in her eyes that swore to the Heavens about the things she would do for you—to wait centuries, to topple down Celestia, to defy the Gods themselves, all for you. But was faith really blind, when the taste of religion danced upon the lines of her lips?

You may be no God, but you were her only diety. Oh, how the real Gods of this world were probably glaring down on you now—to see the Grand Narukami shrine maiden laying atop your body in a manner of worship that was only meant for sanctity. A manner so sacred, one that she should only show to the reigning Celestia and never to you.

But when she loves you more than the Gods, you might just get away with it.

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. cornelia street

He met you at sea, a Liyuen shipmate on the carefree Crux.

Carefree: He’d say that word was a great way to describe you. You were like the ocean, so unbelievably unpredictable and characteristically carefree. He swore he saw the serenity of the sea in your spirits—and when he introduced himself with a mere ‘Hello, I’m Kazuha,’ your smile in return may have haunted him for an eternity that the God of Electro could not even dare to recreate.

Kazuha grows to love the sea at the same time he grows to love you. Wishing waters practically spell out your name, and he thinks of you in a way that harmonizes to the nature of this world.

Such harmony proved to be naive, however, on one trip where Beidou sadly proclaimed you were not on this journey, and he felt sick to his stomach. It was the first time he got seasick. It was the first time ever since he step foot out of Inazuma that he felt so drearily dizzy, and it was when you were not there.

The ocean felt lonesome, he felt incomplete. And being surrounded by its ferocious vastness felt so scarily suffocating that even the sounds of waves would haunt him in his sleep.

Then it was quite telling, truly, when the moment he docked onshore, the light of your eyes greeting him with the crinkling scent of the sea came to cure his feverish feelings. He was well again, suddenly the waves felt so kind—and perhaps that was when he realized that harmony was a silly ideal; you are the ocean itself to him. Love so powerful, so beautiful, and yet so calming: his love for both was a bind he could never break.

And if he ever lost you, he’d never set sail again.

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NINGGUANG. paper rings

Kiss her once and take her to an high-end dinner, kiss her twice with a diamond ring, three times if you book the most expensive wedding in Teyvat.

That’s what she expected from the thoughtless men and cheap women of this world. Because she liked shiny things, and diamonds were a girl’s best friend. Only price tags for a woman so bejeweled—only luxury for the leading lady of a nation. But when it was you… Oh, when it was you…

In plastic gifts, in picture frames, in paper rings, you were still the one she wanted. Several times, she’s been offered the most dazzling a of rings by businessmen and high class women for a life of luxury. And yet, the one time you jokingly folded her a little paper origami ring that was too big for her finger, she felt her heart flutter in ways that could only be described in poetry written by hopeless romantics.

She wore it for the day, even taping it down to be tighter on her wedding finger. She was even sad when the paper eventually ripped, as if this ring held more value than any other ring she was ever offered. Rings that cost millions, rings that were dug up from the deepest and most dangerous mining sites of Teyvat—still beat by a ring made from thin paper.

The entirety of riches and the entirety of the elite, all forever beat by her simple lover who gave simple gifts.

But she didn’t mind. If you got down on one knee now and proposed to her with another paper ring and the most modest of smiles on your face, she would say yes even quicker than a heartbeat. Her heart would flutter, her mind would blank, her body would break down into the happiest of sobs until she’s sinking into your arms.

If another person proposed to her now with promises much more expensive than yours—promises that would fulfill the dreams of wealth from her childhood—she knows she would say no, it was more than obvious to her now.

She wants all of you. All your companionship, your complications, your confessions; Because in her values, they were all priceless.

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THOMA. gold rush

What must it be like to grow up consciously carefree?

What must it be like to grow up so beautiful, that you could have all of Inazuma trailing your footsteps for just a glance? To have both Kamisatos eyeing you, to be so carelessly happy even under the scrutinizing eyes of the elites—as if not even threats of losing your nobility could stop you from being such a fun-loving person. And even if you had pressure like that, you were still rolling as life went on, still with a smile that he so adored—

Thoma just slapped himself back into the real world.

Adoration? For someone so beautiful and so out of his reach? Really? He grumbled some scoldings to himself as he held the broomstick in one hand and his stinging cheek in the other.

He had such a stupid mind for daydreaming of such things; in fact, these thoughts weren’t even the worse of his colorful collection. Sometimes he’d think about what it would be like to actually be in love with you.

But they were such nice thoughts, really. Just the idea that he would get to see someone so gorgeous every day. He could imagine himself cooking up meals with all his love, taking care of your things just for you to return to him after your busy meetings to his adoring arms. And he’d do it all, really, anything to allow you to continue being so happy and so healthy while still remaining an Inazuman noble.

He just slapped himself again.

Who was he kidding? He didn’t have even the slightest of chances, not when everyone loved you, not when everyone wanted to be with you, and certainly not when everyone who admired you was at a better standing of nobility than he was.

You’re so easy to love… But he’s so easy to forget.

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LISA MINCI. tolerate it

If your life was one of the books in this Favonius library, then perhaps she would only be a footnote on some random page in the middle.

Perhaps she should be glad at how aware she is, but the sense of awareness only made her more frustrated than before. Because awareness meant that she knew her place in your life ( or, the lack thereof ), and knowing her place meant that she willingly ignored all the signs that pointed her to turn away.

Your friendly smiles, your distracted looks, your mild toleration: they should have been enough to tell her you weren’t interested. You only smile at her as a friend, you look distracted when she speaks to you, and your toleration was probably the worse of all.

Toleration meant you’d continue to overlook her; Toleration meant that all these advances she made were fruitless. It would mean that every favor she did for you like a little library servant was just a waste of her time.

And yet, she still did them. She still delivered all the books you requested right to your study table in the library, plus even more books related to your topic. She still told you all the information she knew on details you requested, even if they took hours to explain. Worse, she still adored you enough to pipe up every time you called her name, just happy to hear it.

But maybe you were like Jean, and maybe you were like the rest of them—you just thought she was lazy. Maybe all these acts of services were just seen to you as a part of her job instead of sleeping during her hours all day. Perhaps it isn’t as big of a deal to you like it is to her.

Because when all you give her is a little friendly smile after she exerts her love and time to you, she feels defeated even more.

[miniteezez]

To Be Loved, Is To Be Saved

Hongjoong x (fem)reader

WC:13.2k

Warnings:manipulation, fake religion, false gods, violence, abuse, harassment, creepy men, bad language, talk of trauma

Disclaimer: in no way am I trying to say that any /REAL/ religions are bad or hurtful in any way. This is purely fiction and something that I made up. Please do not take offence.

Synopsis: You stumble into Hongjoongs life, just as your own is getting too much. He’s everything you’ve been told is a sin. Turns out, it’s exactly what you need.

“And what can I do for you today pretty?” Those words stuck to your mind like hot glue. His nails tapped against the wooden counter, the ring finger painted a scratchy black. Snake bites were reflecting the dull lighting and moving with the way his lips pressed together. Taking a deep breath, you clasped your hands together and looked at the male anxiously.

“I’d like a lip piercing. Please.” You added on quickly, not wanting to seem rude. He hummed, dragging his finger along the price list and explaining each one. Though, you weren’t listening, fully mesmerised by the man before you. He was so different from anyone you knew. Arms inked up, hair split in two and rings adorning most of his fingers. Truly, you thought he was so cool. Noticing your look, he chuckled and leant forward.

“Where do you want it sweets?” Blushing heavily, you pointed to the left side of your lip. The man pulled out a form, handing you a pen to sign it. Once that was done, he gave it a stamp then looked at the time.

“Well, Wooyoung is just with a client right now. So, it’ll be about ten minutes.” He explained, pulling out a stand with different jewellery displayed.

“You can either get a ring or a stud. We have gold, silver or steel.” Looking over them closely, you felt yourself pouting slightly before standing straight again.

“Like yours…” he grinned at your response.

“Black steel hm? You have good taste, sweets.” Again, you blushed, quickly pulling your card out to pay.

“That’s just fifteen.” The man let you know, getting the card machine ready. Meanwhile, you were confused and, after taking another look at the price list, you frowned.

“What? No it should be more right?”

“Hm, can’t I give a pretty girl a discount?” He asked, tilting his head with a witty smile. You stood there, cheeks glowing in disbelief whilst he chuckled. Taking your card, he tapped it for you then flipped it quickly.

“So, (y/n)..” gaining the information of your name, he gave it back, “Like I said, it’ll be a minute, wooyoung takes forever.” He rolled his eyes playfully, muttering something about him being a flirt.

“What’s your name?” You questioned shyly, playing with the tips of your acrylic nails.

“Hongjoong.” He spoke, resting his elbows on the marbled, wooden surface. It suited him, you thought whilst checking the time on your phone.

“Wow, I haven’t seen a phone like that in years.” Hongjoong scoffed, observing its chipped screen. You shifted awkwardly, shoving it back into your bag.

“Yeah, it’s my dad’s old Nokia.” You admitted, leaving out the part that you had, in fact, taken it without permission. In fact, you were in the tattoo studio without permission. If your parents knew you were there, you’d be sent for a review by their pastor. And the thought of that made you shiver. Sensing something was off, hongjoong cleared his throat.

“You good, sweets?” All you did was give a brisk nod.

“I’m guessing your parents are quite old fashioned huh?” Pursing your lips, you shrugged slightly and subconsciously dug your nails into your palm.

“You could say that.” Truth be told, it wasn’t that at all. But you doubted a stranger wanted to know of your recent woes. A door opened to the left of you and out came a man with longer, black hair. He waved off a customer then turned to you expectantly. It must have been wooyoung, he looked almost too friendly. Before hongjoong could say anything, you looked at him almost scared.

“Could you do it?” Even though your voice was quiet, he heard you loud and clear. A smile grew on his face, as he instantly ducked under the counter.

“Woo, you hold the front. I got this.” He grinned again, earning a salut from wooyoung who moved to the desk. Placing his hand on your lower back, hongjoong lead you into the sterile room and locked it behind the both of you.

“If you could just hop up on there.” He motioned to the hospital style bed, covered by a fresh paper towel. The room smelt of a bleach like substance, the walls a stark white and a mirror on the back of the door. To the side, there was a basin, with a counter that hongjoong was busy getting everything ready on. Now you were trembling slightly, hoisting yourself onto the bed and letting your legs swing. Hongjoong had begun speaking, but you weren’t listening. All you could focus on, was the needle lying still in its packaging.

“-then you’ll feel…hey, (y/n)?” Seeing the look on your face, he stopped and turned to you. Gently, he took hold of your hand. You snapped your head in his direction, eyes wide and hardly blinking. He smiled softly.

“Nervous huh?” Again, you nod.

“I only have my ears pierced. Will it hurt?” Your voice was so low and quiet. It was obvious you were really scared of the needle. You just prayed he wouldn’t laugh at you. Instead, he simpered.

“It’s honestly just a scratch. Won’t hurt one bit.”

“You promise?” You asked doubtfully.

“I do. And hey, if it does, I’ll give you a hug ok?” Even though his deal was an odd one, you nod and shook his hand. He took his pen, tilting your chin and dotting the under part of your lip with precision. Catching your eye, he smiled warmly.

“How about you close your eyes?” He suggested and you shut them tightly almost instantly. It made him chuckle, carefully placing the clamp on your lip. Sensing it was about to happen, you felt yourself go stiff.

“Relax yourself for me pretty. That way it’ll be less painful okay?” Hongjoong explained, waiting for your shoulders to ease up. Taking a deep breath, you slowly relaxed.

“That’s it, good girl.” Your heart fluttered with his praise, hardly catching the way he was counting down. Then, suddenly, you felt a slight sting then, nothing. He was quick to push the jewellery through and step back.

“All done for you, sweetheart.” You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the mirror and smiling brightly. He was right, it didn’t hurt at all. Though, you were almost tempted to pretend it did. A hug did sound nice.

“Didn’t hurt right?” And there it was, his promising words. Turning to him, you decided against lying. He was probably only joking anyway.

“No it was fine…” you grinned, allowing him to help you off the table and out of the room.

“So uh, does that phone work enough to text?” hongjoong suddenly asked, smiling at your surprised face. Nodding quickly, you handed it to him and watched as he put his number in there.

“If you ever wanna hang out, I’m free at the weekends.” You blushed at his suggestion, humming in understanding. Once you had collected your ointment, You waved goodbye and braced yourself for what was to come at home.

———

It went exactly as you knew it would. Sitting in your bare room, you pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them tightly. Your body shook slightly, heart pounding and ears pulsing from all the screaming. Throat now dry, you swallowed thickly and dugs your nails into the flesh of your legs. Why did they have to change so much? If it wasn’t for that stupid man, your parents would still be like their old selves. So loving and nurturing. Your father saw you as his pride and joy, his little girl. He’d take you to the moon and back if you needed. And your mother, your biggest supporter. There for you no matter what. But that was all gone now. Sniffling, your hand shook as you pulled out your phone and clicked down to your new contact. Ignoring your bloodied knuckles, you sat there for a good few minutes, trying to figure out what to text. Was there even any point in texting? Surely he didn’t want to be bothered. Then again, he obviously had given you his number for a reason. So, against your better judgement, you began typing.

You: thank you for doing my piercing today :)

Short and sweet, but a good start.

Hongjoong: I’m hoping this is (y/n) and not the greasy biker I gave a nose piercing to?

You: yes yes. It’s me, sorry.

Biting back a giggle, you mentally scolded yourself for not even dropping an introduction in there.

Hongjoong: it’s good to hear from you sweets, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t text.

Had he been waiting for you to message him? The thought made you blush, rushing to text back honestly.

You: sorry, I didn’t want to seem weird.

Hongjoong: weird? Why would it be? I’m very happy you did, has anyone seen your lip?

You: my parents.

Hongjoong: tough crowd I’m guessing?

You: yes.

Hongjoong: well, if it means anything to you, I think it looks really good on you.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, eyes scanning the message repeatedly. A giggle slipped past your lips, hardly noticing you hadn’t replied.

Hongjoong: hope I haven’t scared you off.

You: oh no I’m sorry! Thank you :)

Hongjoong: no need to thank me sweets ▪️

Your brows furrowed as you stared at the block square, seemingly punctuating his sentence.

You: what’s that square?

Hongjoong: oh yeah, I forgot your phone was from the Middle Ages. It’s an emoji.

You: hey! It’s not that old!

Hongjoong: you’re cute.

Again, you blushed a smile gracing your lips. No one had ever been so nice to you, not for a long time. It warmed your heart. But on the other hand, you could hardly fathom that any of them were true. Maybe he was just messing with you? Though, he seemed so genuine.

Hongjoong: I was wondering if you’re busy on Saturday?

Glancing at the grey, pixilated text, you frowned now. Saturdays meant community lunch. You hated it. All the people from the community would gather for a fancy meal. They discussed various, controversial topics that always made you so uncomfortable. The chance to finally miss it, was definitely not escaping you.

You: I usually am, but I can be free.

Hongjoong: wow, I feel lucky. Well, how about we meet up in the park?

You: sure thing, what time?

Hongjoong: how about 12.

———

Taking one final look in the mirror, you worried your outfit was either too much or too weird. You knew your parents didn’t approve of your style. But you had managed to save enough to buy a few cute items. This included the black, plaid skirt you were wearing that day, and the grey tight fitted turtle neck. As of recent, you’d always had to opt for a long sleeves because of your parents. Them and the dumb “pastor”, if you could even call him that. He was a manic in your eyes. Just an average man with outlandish views and a convincing glint in his eye’s. Either way, you tied up the laces of your boots and grabbed your bag, then headed downstairs.

“Skipping on the dinner are we?” Your father caught your attention, making you turn to him slowly. He was having his bow tie done by your mother. Since joining this “organised religion”, she’d become almost like a maid to him. All you did was nod at him, taking in their overly formal attire. The pastor did live in a mansion, but still, it was too much.

“Of course you are, such a pity. To waste your youthful soul.” Your mother sighed out in disappointment. She stepped back and looked you up and down with a shake of her head. “What has happened to my little girl? You look so unholy.” The woman barely knew the meaning of that word. Still, you shrunk back and just shrugged, turning to leave. Except, your father gripped your arm, twisting you back painfully.

“Answer your mother, stupid girl.” He spat with anger. Knowing to keep calm, you took a deep breath and slowly moved away, bowing your head.

“I’m sorry. Mother, father. But I’m going out today. If you could excuse me.” Without waiting, you headed for the door briskly, not missing their snide remarks. You knew what they thought of you, it hurt too. But what could you do? They’d been fully corrupted.

It was light out, few clouds dotting the pastel sky. You loved the end of spring. That calm, early may breeze brought you out more. Even if you usually only sat in your garden. Coming to the park chosen by hongjoong, you made your way to the centre, where a large, stone water fountain sat. It was very old, a few chips here and there, mossy patches in various places. Yet it was pretty, unique and oddly serene. You took a seat on the edge, gazing down at all the loose pennies tossed in by wishing hopefuls. Sometimes you wished you could be so open minded, yet you felt trapped in your sorry life. Clear water was falling from the decorative points at the top, creating a peaceful sound that filled the surrounding area. You were grateful to be there, even if you thought the boy wouldn’t show up. Why would he? In your mind, it was hard to believe. Your parents told you that no one would want to be associated with a girl of your kind. Making you sound as though you were a sinner. In their eyes you were.

“Well, hello pretty.” Jumping, you let out a slight squeak and turned to find hongjoong. He chuckled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He was smiling, still looking as cool as the other day. Wearing a crumpled band T-shirt, ripped jeans, combat boots and an oversized hoodie. You were jealous.

“That’s okay, I was distracted.” You admitted shyly, standing yourself up to face him. He hummed, glancing up at the fountain.

“It’s lovely here, huh?” Hongjoong said, taking in his surrounding before focusing back on you. You nod, toying with the hem of your skirt. He simpered, watching your fidgeting fondly. “So I was thinking we could get ice cream?” He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets. You perked up, looking at him hopefully.

“That sounds great!” Realising how eager you may have sounded, you stepped back and pressed your lips together.“Sorry, I mean, yeah that’s a nice idea.” Hongjoong looked down at you and scoffed lightly.

“Why are you apologising sweets? Come on, let’s go, I know a good place.” He grinned, turning on his heel with you following shortly after. The walk to the pallor didn’t take long at all. And on your journey hongjoong spoke to you about his week at work, and all the odd clients he’d served.

“We even had an old lady come to get a more…intimate piercing. But wooyoung did that thankfully.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his stories, already feeling more relaxed than before. It was strange how quickly you’d began to forget your troubles around him. Acting more like yourself than you had in years.

“But see, woo is such a flirt. He can flirt his way through any appointment. Which is why I’m glad I got to do yours.” Hongjoong explained, glancing at you. Confused you looked back up at him.

“Why? He wouldn’t flirt with me, would he?”

“Of course he would. He does it to everyone. But he’s ten times worse with pretty girls.” He let you know, stopping in front of a small shop.

“What’s that got to do with me?” You asked, looking up at the pink and brown canopy fondly. Hongjoong frowned a little, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder.

“Everything.” He stated, leading you inside briskly so you couldn’t ask anymore. You were greeted by pastel pink walls, littered with retro ice cream posters and neon signs. There were a few wooden tables and chairs, only one being occupied by two elderly women. At the top of the store was a glass fridge, containing over twenty different flavours of both ice cream, and sorbets. Hongjoong walked to the cash desk, looking over the options without much thought.

“What are you thinking?” He questioned, watching as your eyes wondered the casing. It was a tough one. There was too many.

“I really don’t know. What about you?” Looking at the taller, he hummed pointing at a colourful tub.

“Probably sherbet and cherry.” He said, clearly having been there before. You couldn’t help the small pout on your lips.

“Two flavours?”

“Yeah of course. Get whichever you want.” Something about the way he spoke made you feel at ease, smiling as you decided.

“Then I’ll get chocolate chip and raspberry.” pulling out your card, hongjoong gently pushed your hand down and both ordered, and paid before you could protest. He smiled, collecting your cones off the worker and sitting at one of the tables in the window.

“I could have paid, don’t wanna be a burden you know?” You sat opposite and carefully took your ice cream from the male. He observed you for a moment, taking a small bite of his own treat.

“A burden. I asked you on a date, it’s hardly-“

“This is a date?!” You cut him off, eyes wide in surprise. Hongjoong scoffed and laughed.

“Well yeah, I hope so. That was my intention. But if you don’t want that, then that’s fine too.” You blushed, listening to him. He wanted it to be a date?

“No I do I just…I’ve never been on a date before and I didn’t think anyone would you know, ever ask me. But I do…” you rambled slightly, busying yourself with the ice cream. Hongjoong never took his eyes off you, tilting his head to watch your flustered actions.

“I’m flattered, to be your first date. I find it hard to believe that you’ve never been on one though.” He let you know, taking more bites which you found odd. Did his teeth not hurt? Either way, you responded.

“Why?”

“Well, you’re probably the prettiest girl who’s ever walked into my shop.” He said nonchalantly, not expecting you to choke on a chocolate chip. Your cheeks felt hot, quickly covering your mouth.

“You’re too kind hongjoong. I highly doubt that. But thank you.” You laughed a bit, trying to calm yourself down from his unexpected compliment. Hongjoong frowned, not liking your dismissal of what he was saying. You saw this and looked at him with worry and decided to carry on speaking.

“Well Uhm, I actually have been asked out before. But I said no.”

“Oh? Why?” He leant forward, clearly interested.

“Because, the guy is a creep I can’t lie.” You both laughed at this, him still deep in thought. It was as if he was trying to work you out, figure out what was beneath the surface.

“How so?” Oh no. You had two choices. Be honest and risk him thinking you were from a family of freaks. Or lie. Though, you hated lying. With a sigh, you turned your head away.

“He’s the son of a pastor. And his dad is even worse.” You admitted, biting into the slightly soggy cone you were holding still. Hongjoong bobbed his head slowly.

“You’re religious?”

“No. Not at all.” You clarified fast, horrified at the thought of being part of that. Humming, the man decided to brush it off and started asking more simple questing. Favourite colour. Favourite music. Just the basics so you could really get to know each other. The conversation flowed naturally, like you had known each other for years.

The sun was beginning to set, wind picking up slightly and making leaves twirl through the air. Hongjoong walked beside you, both going at a leisurely pace.

“Do you like being out at night?” He asked, hands tucked away in his pockets. You nod at him with a smile, feeling a lot more free than you had in a long while. The man watched you with a soft look in his eyes. Spotting a bench beneath a street lamp, he took your arm and pulled you to sit down.

“So, would you like to go out with me again?” You could feel the nerves radiating off of him and smiled to yourself.

“I’d like that a lot yeah.” The way his eyes lit up almost made you blush, it was strange seeing someone genuinely want to spend their time on you.

“You can pick our next date then.” Hongjoong chuckled, watching the panic take over as you wracked your brain for ideas. What would make a good date? You had no clue?

“I don’t..I’m not-“

“Hey relax…” Hongjoong simpered, moving closer and placing a hand on your thigh comfortingly. All you did was blush more at this.

“You can text me, there’s no pressure. Anything you want. Even if that’s just…sitting here again. I don’t mind.” His compassion made your heart beat erratic.

“Coffee?” You mustered up, thinking of your favourite downtown cafe. His snakebites reflected off of the streetlight, that infectious smile resurfacing.

“Yeah I’d love to get coffee with you. Is there cake?” His question made you giggle, nodding your head in confirmation. He laughed along with you, rubbing your leg in effort of creating a bit of warmth.

“Let me walk you home?” He offered, and who were you to refuse?

——————

The floors were white, the ceiling tiles were white, the shelves, railings, hangers. Everything was white. The clothes that lined this section of the store, were indeed also white. It was starting to hurt your eyes. Even so, you had no choice but to be there. Like a zombie, you followed the grisly, old lady you’d come to know as Elder Candace around the aisles. Her heels clicked against the ground almost piercingly, the noise making your teeth catch your lip ring, in efforts of a distraction.

“Are you even listening to me child?” Candaces’ squeaky voice brought you from your mind, your eyes coming to meet hers. She shook her head with a privileged huff. You thought of how funny you must have looked with this group of women. Dressed far too formal, in pearly long dresses and their stilettos. Whilst there you were, short black skirt paired with a plain black T-shirt, a grey cardigan and your boots as per usual. You almost smiled, feeling like everyone’s stereotype of the family disappointment.

“Not really no.” You mumbled in response, at least deciding to be honest with the old lady. She stopped, along with all her little minions, turning around glaring down at you.

“Then pay attention, we’re here to help you see our lords vision. His ways are the key to our future in the promise land.” As she repeated her holy script, you felt nauseas. Oh how you wished you could have met with hongjoong that day. Initially, after waking up that morning, you had tried to call him to see if he wanted to go and get breakfast. The coffee date had gone so well, you had stayed out well into the night and lost count on the amount of caffeine you’d had. In his company, you felt one hundred percent yourself. Since then you’d text all the time, you even went and met him on his lunch break most days. Wooyoung had started teasing you both, yet you found it flattering. However your mother was in your room, taking your phone and forcing you out with Elder Candace. Speaking of her, she had continued to look through the clothes, trying to find you something they deemed holy. The store was empty, yet you still felt hot and bothered. Probably due to the fact you were hungry, thirsty and extremely on edge. You knew at any moment these women could lash out at you. Using their “religion” as an explanation to be violent, and using your “demonic” looks as an excuse. Though, the thought of them seeing hongjoong, imagining their scared faces made you smile to yourself. He was everything they despised. Tattooed, confident, black and white hair, had the guts to show uniqueness and personality. The women would probably scream at him. So distracted by your funny scenario, you weren’t watching where you were going and walked straight into one of the clothing racks. It twisted awkwardly and fell into an unsuspecting you man holding a baby grow. Now panicked, you quickly bowed your head.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You apologised, wasting no time in crouching and picking up the items hastily.

“Hey it’s okay, don’t worry.” The male smiled at you kindly, helping to pick up the ugly, white clothes and hang them back up. He had longish black hair framing his well structured face. You thought it was pretty, noticing some was pulled back into a pony tail.

“Still, I should have been paying more attention.” Guilt was clear in your tone, your hands clasping together. The tall man simply shook his head, but before he could speak you felt a bony hand grip at your arm.

“(Y/n). Get away from this man. He is not one of us, he is one for the devil with those aesthetics.” She spat out, giving the poor boy a look so cold you thought it might freeze him. Even though he looked unfazed, your stomach twisted awfully. With her hold on you tightening, she yanked you away harshly.

“You’re never going to become pure! You evil little cretin. Im going to file a report for this, talking to a man. Are you a whore?” You were completely taken aback by her outburst, swallowing down your emotions with difficulty. You didn’t want to be there, you wanted to scream and run, yet you felt there would be no use.

“No i ju-“

“Enough! I didn’t want to believe it but your mother is right! You’re a traitor to our saviour. Dressed like a fiend, with your spiked lip and your inappropriate clothes.” Candace had a look in her eye that made you shiver and shrink back. Though her hold on you meant you couldn’t even move an inch. “You’ll be damned to the burning depths for all your sins, imagine how betrayed your parents are going to be! You filthy littl-“

“(Y/n)?” Candace froze, stopping mid-sentence to look passed you. Her eyes widened in horror and you felt as though all of your prayers had been answered. Turning around, relief flooded your veins upon seeing Hongjoong. He stood there, eyes piercing into the woman holding you like a hostage.

“Get away from here boy, this is none of your concern.” Candace tried to sound authoritative, but there was a shake in her voice that couldn’t be missed. He raised a brow at her, looking her up and down with a grimace. Letting out a breath, hongjoong looked at you and held out his hand.

“Come on.” The simple demand was easy to want to follow, and maybe he really did scare her, because Candace let you slip away easily. You waisted no time in taking hold of his hand, relaxing as Hongjoong pulled you into his embrace. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried your face into his shoulder, basking in the security he provided. Meanwhile, he continued to stare at the gang you were with, watching as they scurried off almost comically. Once they had dispersed, he enclosed his arms around your waist protectively and sighed.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, a hand moving up and down your back. All you could do was nod, not wanting to let go.

“I told you it was her.” That voice. Glancing up, you saw the man you had bumped into earlier.

“(Y/n), this is Seonghwa, my close friend. He said he bumped into you before and well, said you looked like you were in trouble.” Hongjoong explained, keeping a hand on your waist. You’d never felt so grateful for embarrassing yourself before.

“Thank you.” You uttered, giving them both a small smile.

“Come on, let’s get out of this weird place.” Hongjoong moved to hold your hand, heading for the exit without a second thought.

Sugar melted into your tea within a second, as you stirred the spoon around the red mug slowly. The cafe was quiet, only a few people coming in and out. To your left, Hongjoong sat with his iced Americano . Opposite sat Seonghwa, sharing a few worried looks with his friend. You weren’t really saying anything.

“Who was that woman?” Hongjoong asked, hoping for you to open up to him.

“I have to call her Elder Candace. She’s a disciple.” You replied, eyeing up the muffin that was kindly bought for you.

“Is this the same religion you told me about?” You nod to hongjoongs question.

“Yeah, I mean, she’s just a crazy old lady really. But he’s filled her head with all his spiel. And she really believes everything he says.” They listened to you intently.

“Sorry, what?” Seonghwa was right to voice his confusion, making you sit straight.

“About five years ago, my grandmother passed away, she was in hospital with a chronic illness and she couldn’t hold on any longer. My mother was heartbroken, of course, and my parents decided to relocate and start fresh. Here.” They gave you a sympathetic look. “We’ve never been a religious family, never been to church or prayed. Never. Though my mother was struggling and my dad wanted an outlet for her. That’s when he found this website…” you trailed off, remembering everything in detail.

“It was simply called ‘FaithsKey’, with a stupid little tagline. It’s something like ‘helping you find the key to faith and the glorious promised land’. But my dad was drawn in by the comments, everyone apparently seemed happy. And that’s what he wanted for my mum.” Hongjoong moved a bit closer, slipping his hand onto your knee comfortingly. Leaning back in your seat, you looked down at his hand and admired his rings. You couldn’t help but to toy with them as you continued. “So they joined the site. It was a slow integration. I barely noticed at first. They would go one Friday a month to his speeches. Then every two weeks. Then every Friday. Until it became a regular thing. I’d be alone more and more. I was confused. I didn’t know where they were or what they were doing.” You glanced between the men, hongjoong lacing your fingers together. Seonghwa rested his elbows on the table, giving you tight lipped smile.

“Then one day, they pulled me out of school, told me that it would corrupt my pure soul. They started homeschooling me with one of his schemes. It was all nonsense. No maths. No science. Teachings about purity and how to achieve the most pure mind and status. I hated it. And I told them that. That’s when everything really changed…”

“What do you mean?” Hongjoong pressed, thumb running across your knuckles soothingly. You looked at him, lips slightly downturned.

“My father slapped me. After hearing that I hated the program and wanted to return to a normal college, he hit me. He told me I was a disgrace, that I was betraying them and failing the one true path to purity. Then that never stopped.” You could almost see Hongjoongs heart drop to his stomach, his hand tightening in yours. “They took away my phone, my laptop. They forced me to every meeting and every event. The community lunches every Saturday. The galas every six months. It was torture. But when I turned twenty they let up a bit. I have a bit more freedom now. Though I had to steal an old phone.” You also laughed at how ridiculous the truth was. But the men weren’t laughing. Instead, hongjoong pulled you into his chest, an arm around your shoulders steadily. You rested your head against him, letting out a shallow breath.

“Who is this man?” Seonghwa spoke up, voice bitter.

“I don’t know his real name, they call him the saviour. Or sometimes even the lord. It’s not like they’re praying to god. They pray to him. It’s sick. I’m not and never will be religious but even so, it’s wrong. And he’s raising his son to be his prodigy, the next best thing.” This just left the pair with more questions.

“Is this the same son who asked you on a date?” Glancing up at Hongjoong, you nod shortly recalling the events of that day and shivering. Subconsciously, you shuffled closer to the man holding you.

“I say asked, he more demanded. As did my parents. It was a big thing. They’re desperate for me to be a part of it, to give my soul to them.” Becoming more annoyed, hongjoong shook his head.

“How can you put up with that?”

“I had nowhere to go. No one to run to. I’ve just been on my own for the past few years. It feels like I really lost my parents the day they went to that first meeting. I miss them.” Tears began to cloud your vision, and you desperately tried to blink them away, yet it was useless. All you wanted was to feel wanted once again. Hongjoong lifted his hand, softly turning your face into his chest, as if to shield from the world around you. Keeping his hand on the back of your head, he pet your hair affectionately.

“It’s okay, you have us now. You can relax. I’m not going to let them keep hurting you, I promise.” Somehow, you actually found yourself believing him. His voice was like honey. “Are you family at home right now?” He asked, wiping your cheeks softly. You shook your head, sniffling slightly. “How about we head to your house, pack a bag of your things, then you can stay with me for a while?” Hongjoong suggested,

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, I don’t really like the idea of you being there. Not after everything you just said.” His words were certain, already having made up his mind. You felt the weight fall off your shoulders in an instant.

“But won’t I be in the way?” You worried, even if you loved the idea, you wanted to feel reassured.

“No absolutely not.”

“Trust me, his house is massive.” Seonghwa boasted happily, causing the shorter to roll his eyes half heartedly.

“I don’t think she meant physically in the way, hwa.” You giggled at them, picking up your mug once again.

“Oh! This means you have to come tomorrow night!” You looked across at Seonghwa confused. “Ah, it’s mine and my fiancés baby shower! We’re hosting a little get together.” He explained, eyes filled with pure joy.

“Oh so that’s why you were in that store?” You realised, earning a nod back from them back.

“I’d love to go.” They seemed pleased with your answer.

“Let’s go before your family get home then.”

———

It was strange, seeing Hongjoong in your bedroom, picking up your various hello kitty plushies. You smiled, packing a duffle bag up with essentials.

“Don’t worry too much, we can go clothes shopping tomorrow.” Hongjoong reassured, taking the bag frown your hands. “Bring some of the plushies. They’re cute.” He decided, watching you scramble to pick a few up.

His house was massive, Seonghwa wasn’t joking. You stared wide eyed at the building, mouth agape. A vintage, blank and White House. With pillars at the entrance and many French windows.

“Are you rich?” You asked, following Hongjoong into his home. More in amazement than anything. He chuckled, leading you up a centre staircase. It was dark but beautifully decorated, the floors a dark wood and the wails painted cream; with different pieces of art hung up.

“Why? Do you want a sugar daddy?” Hongjoong joked, leading you along the dimly lit corridor. You hummed in amusement.

“Only if it’s you.” Your comment caught him off guard, causing him to pause and look at you. His cheeks were flushed, a half laugh passing his pierced lips. Shaking his head, Hongjoong pushed open a door.

“After you, pretty.” Giggling, you slipped in past him.

“This is my room.” He let you know, following behind you. It suited him, you thought whilst walking around. With a king sized bed, that had a mahogany frame and navy sheets. The walls were black, with a white skirting board and a few signed posters hung up precisely. All the furniture matched, the drawers and built in wardrobe the same shade as the bed frame. In the corner of the room sat a guitar and leather sofa. Opposite his bed, a large flatscreen TV. There was a fluffy throw at the end of his bed, plus unlit candles along his dresser.

“It’s really nice, tidy.” You commented, spinning on your heel to face Hongjoong. “Where will I stay?” You asked timidly, his face dropping slightly. He took a step closer, letting your bag sit at the foot of his bed. Taking your hands in his own, Hongjoong looked at you sheepishly.

“Well, I thought you could stay in here. With me?” He suggested with a nervous timbre. Usually so confident, it warmed your heart to see him more vulnerable.

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind in the slightest. I want you to, if I’m being honest.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Now, how do you feel about having a cosy, little movie night?”

“I’d love that.” You simpered, shivering lightly. Hongjoong moved across the room, pulling out a sweatshirt from his wardrobe.

“You can wear this, the bathroom is just through there okay?” He pet your hair affectionately before heading downstairs.

After freshening up in his en suite, you put on his sweatshirt and smiled to yourself in the mirror. It was big on you, and very soft inside. You folded your clothes neatly, walking out of the bathroom and putting them in your bag. Spotting a lighter on the bedside table, you took it and carefully lit the candles in the room. They were apple scented, a nice surprise. The wicks crackled away, some nearly burnt out. You just thought that made it smell better. The whole room smelt comforting though, a mix of smoke and cologne, now with apples too. Hoisting yourself up onto the bed, you looked around happily. You wandered if it was considered rude to light the candles. Or if it would be rude to turn on the Tv.

“You look cute.” Hongjoong suddenly appeared in the door, having changed into a pair of sweats and a vest. His tattoos were more visible now, black ink looking too good on his tanned skin. He strolled over casually, taking place on the bed beside you. Noticing how rigid you were, he laughed a little. “Relax, (y/n). Get comfy okay?” Hongjoong helped you under the duvet, propping the pillows up for you.

“I lit the candles, is that okay?” You gazed up at him, his eyes already on you. He leered, getting under the cover and pulling you into his chest.

“Of course it is. You can do whatever you like here.” You simpered, nuzzling against him naturally. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

“Whatever I want?” You asked, peering up at him with big eyes. Hongjoong stared down at you, throat bobbing. Sadly though, your phone began blaring out its ringtone, ruining your happy moment. With a groan, you reached over to get it and instantly frowned.

“It’s my dad.” You said, unsure of what to do. Hongjoong took the old device from you, ending the incoming call. There were hundreds of missed calls and texts, they were after you.

“You don’t have to contact them anymore, okay? In fact,” he started, opening his drawer and pulling out a box before handing it to you. “I got you this.” Hongjoong looked at you proudly. Taking the box, you gasped upon seeing the newest iPhone.

“Hongjoong this is so expensive!” You gaped, looking up at him in shock. He just smirked cockily, giving you a shrug.

“Money doesn’t matter, I want to be able to text you normally.” He jabbed, poking your waist. Feigning offence, you scoffed.

“Was my brick not good enough for you?” You questioned sassily. Hongjoong moved towards you, cupping your cheek.

“No actually. It wasn’t. You deserve the best.” Face red, you looked at him bashful, unsure of how to act. He tilted his head, inching forward ever so slightly. As much as your heart was racing, you couldn’t pull away, enjoying the closeness. His eyes searched your face, landing on your lips like a target. Tentatively, Hongjoong closed the gap and pressed your lips together softly. Time slowed as he kissed you, your arms subconsciously winding around his neck. Finding yourself instinctively getting closer to him, his hand trailed down to your waist as you parted.

“Was that okay?” He questioned quietly, thumbing your side soothingly. You nod with shy smile, toying with the hair at the base of his neck. Hongjoong smirked lightly, brining you against his chest. There was a shared warmth between you, a real, true element of finally belonging.

———

Just as he’d promised, Hongjoong took you shopping the very next morning. He was far more eager than you’d expected, excitedly pulling you into all his favourite alt shops. Not that you were complaining, it was great to finally shop for exactly what you wanted.

“Hongjoong I have six skirts in my basket already.” You giggled as he picked up another. A short pink, pleated skirt with black bows on the waist.

“But it’s cute, and it’ll suit you perfectly love.” He said with certainty, adding it to your basket without a second thought. You huffed, shaking your head and picking up some T-shirts. His arm snaked around your waist, leading you over to another section filled with graphic sweaters. After looking around, you picked out a couple then gazed up at the man beside you.

“I think this is enough Joong.”

“You sure? I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He clarified, eager to make you happy. Simpering, you cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips affectionately.

“I know you would. But this is more than enough, I promise.” There was a slight flush to his cheeks, a grin on his lips. Hongjoong, ignoring your reluctance, payed for everything and head out into the mall.

“I’m so hungry.” He complained and pursed his lips. “We don’t have to be at Seonghwas until four, wanna get food?”

“Yes please.” You smiled in response, trying and failing to take the bag from him. Instead, he took your free hand and guided you into a bakery on the floor below. Sitting in a booth, he placed the bag down on the opposite side before sliding in with you. You were really enjoying just how clingy he was now you were “officially his”. Picking up the menu, you rested your head on his shoulder as he read it aloud.

“-coffee and walnut cake, Victoria sponge, white chocolate and raspberry, chocolate orange, mango-“

“Chocolate orange.” You cut in quickly, making the man laugh. A waitress came over, taking your order quickly. Hongjoong even remembered your drink preference and ordered for the both of you. He laced your fingers together, resting your hands on his thigh.

“Do you want your nails done? They’re outgrown.” You scoffed at his observation. “Not that you look bad, I’m just saying, it might make you feel better.” He chuckled, his thumb running over your knuckles softly. Nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder, you bobbed your head.

“Mhm, pink and black?”

“With hearts.” He pointed to your index finger. “I’ll pay.”

“No you won’t. You’ve done enough.” You almost whined, gripping his hand a little tighter. Leering, Hongjoong just pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. “I won’t take no for an answer, let me spoil you.”

———

You arrived at Seonghwas just after four, looking and feeling better than you had in years. Hongjoong had indeed payed for your nails, along with everything else. He was really stubborn. Seonghwa was over the moon to see you both, taking you both into the lounge. A few people greeted you, but you only recognised Wooyoung. There was a slightly taller man with him who said hello, and two very tall men who were sat off in a corner looking through all the opened gifts. On the couch sat a pregnant woman, Seonghwas fiancé.

“Thank goodness another girl.” She joked, offering you the seat beside her. Giggling, you sat there and introduced yourself to her. The woman was thrilled when she found out you were Hongjoongs girlfriend.

“We didn’t come empty handed don’t worry.” Hongjoong said, giving her a pretty pastel gift bag. She opened it excitedly, gushing over the three Jellycat bunnies you’d chosen earlier that day, along with the cute dresses Hongjoong had already bought.

“(Y/n)!” Wooyoung bound over, stealing you away easily and pulling you over to his little group. “Guys look it’s (y/n)! The girl I told you about!” He almost yelled but no one was phased at all. “Hongjoong is like, obsessed with her.” He boasted, your cheeks turning red.

“I dunno about that.” You laughed shyly, avoiding the eyes of these new people.

“Don’t embarrass her woo.” One man spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard. Wooyoung whined.

“You’re no fun Yeosang. I thought we were besties. You’re supposed to back me up.”

“We’re not disagreeing with you, but look at the poor girl.” The other laughed. “I’m San by the way.” He shook your hand curtly.

“He is obsessed though, he never stopped talking about you in our group chat.” Wooyoung continued, pulling out his phone to prove a point. Rolling your eyes, you nudged him playfully and made him put the device away.

“Drink?” You yelped in surprise when someone suddenly spoke by your ear. Turning, you saw another young man, with dark brown hair looked at you blankly.

“I’m ok, thanks?”

“That’s Jongho. He’s quiet like that.” San cackled at your scared expression. Jongho just shrugged and went to sit with Yeosang.

You spent around fifteen minutes with them, listening to their constant petty arguments. It was fun but very loud. Glancing back, you saw Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat on the couch talking casually. Meanwhile, the lady of the hour was over by the food with one of the taller men and a girl you didn’t know. Slipping away from Wooyoung, you perched on the arm of the sofa behind Hongjoong. Noticing you, Hwa gave you a kind smile before resuming his conversation. It was if he could detect you, because Joong leant back against you almost immediately. You grinned, running your fingers through the pale section of his hair, noticing how much had actually outgrown.

“I think you need your roots doing babe.” You mumbled once there was a gap in the talking. Tilting his head back, Hongjoong raised his brows.

“Yeah I know, maybe we could do it together?” Liking that idea, you nod happily and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

———

A few weeks had passed, Hongjoong had been kind enough to let you work with him and Wooyoung. On the front desk, allowing for more customers and a better logging system. For your first payment, they decided to either let you get a new piercing or a tattoo. Hesitantly, you’d gone with the tattoo, choosing a floral piece for your upper thigh. Of course, your boyfriend had been the one to do it, not letting Wooyoung anywhere near you. It was beautifully done though, and hardly hurt, in the comfort of your new home too.

Currently, Hongjoong was pulling everything out of his bathroom cabinet. You sat on the edge of the tub.

“How do you have so many hair dyes?” You chuckled in question, watching as he inspected every pot.

“Well, I get bored. Luckily I have bleach too.” He stated casually, eyes lighting up at the pack he was holding. Shaking your head, you spied one of the pots he had abandoned and picked it up. A dusky pink colour that had never been opened. “Want to do it?” Hongjoong suddenly asked, making you look at him. Pressing your lips together, you shrugged.

“Do you think it’ll look good?”

“You’ll look good with any colour, pretty. Plus, if you really don’t like it, we can go over it?” Convinced, you bobbed your head slowly. Elated, Hongjoong hastily put everything else away and stood up. Having done it so many times before, he got all the supplies ready, the gloves and the mixing bowls. “So, I’ll bleach your hair first. Then you can do my roots? Then we’ll w-“ he was cut off by your phone ringing. Confused, you picked it up and frowned at the unknown number.

“Maybe it’s someone wanting to book an appointment?” Hongjoong suggested, pouring the peroxide into a bowl.

“Hello?” You answered the call, pressing speaker as you’d grown a custom to recently.

“(Y/n).” You froze, your heart leaping to your throat. Puzzled, Hongjoong turned around, worried at your pale complexion. “I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks.” You swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. How could he have found your new number? It made no sense.

“Why?” You managed.

“Can’t I contact my own daughter?” In a flash, Hongjoong was by your side on the tub. “Come and see us. We just want to talk.” Your father tried, a twinge of honesty in his inflection. You just sighed with conflict. “Your mother misses you.” He did his best to be persuasive.

“I don’t know dad.”

“Just, please? Come to the gala on Saturday?” It was strange, your father almost begging you for something. Like you actually held the upper hand for once.

“If I go, I’m not coming alone.” You said sternly, leaving no room for discussion.

“Yes, that’s absolutely fine.” You said nothing else and hung up. Hongjoong pulled you into his chest instantly.

“Are you sure?” He asked, your arms hugging his waist tightly.

“I’m sure, you’ll be with me. And the second they try to convert me, we’re leaving.” You responded, mumbling against the skin of his neck. He rubbed your back soothingly, nodding along with every word.

“Let’s make you look even prettier then, show them how amazing of a daughter they’ve lost.” Hongjoong simpered, pinching your cheek which made you smile bashfully. He got to work, doing your hair quickly and instructing you on how to do his. It was a fun experience, one you really enjoyed. Adding the bright blue to his hair was even better, even if it did stain your fingers. When it was time, he rinsed the pink off of your hair before doing his own. Being the gentleman he is, Hongjoong dried your hair first and styled it for you. You weren’t allowed to look in any mirrors, sitting on his bed and watching as he dried off his own hair.

“It looks really good.” You smiled as he turned around. “Might be better than your split dye.” There was a faint blush on his cheeks from your compliment. He pulled you up, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

“And you look even better, pretty. Beautiful.” Now it was your turn to be shy, pressing your face against his chest in return. Hongjoong chuckled, brining you to a mirror. His hands covered your eyes as you stood in front of it. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You giggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip. He laughed at your effort, slowly removing his hands. Seeing yourself in the mirror, you gasped. It was so different, a lovely light, dusky pink. But it felt so right and so you. Hongjoong wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Like it?”

“I love it. Thank you.” You ran your hand through the freshly dyed hair with a thrilled smile. Pressing his lips to your cheek, Hongjoong guided you back to the bed and sat himself against the pillows. You crawled on top, sitting yourself between his legs and lying against his chest.

“So, tell me. What do I have to do to be ready for this ‘gala’ on Saturday?” He asked, drawing shapes on the skin of your arm tenderly. You sighed softly, thinking back on the many you had attended.

“There’s so many rules, and things you have to do.”

“And that’s fine, we’re in this together yeah? Then it’s up to you how you deal with your parents.” Hongjoongs words comforted you greatly, making the whole ordeal not seem to bad.

“You have to wear all white, your tattoos must be covered. You have to dress smart, a shirt a tie, pants and dress shoes.” You started listing of the requirements, the man nodding along. “The first thing we’ll have to do is attend the sermon. It’s a disaster. It makes no sense I’ll warn you now. But we’ll have to sit through that.” You explained, sitting yourself up. Hongjoong followed suit, tugging you closer to face him properly. “Then, there’s a feast. The food is bland and strange. Just pretend to eat it. The less you eat the more pure they’ll think you are.”

“That’s toxic.” Hongjoong commented, holding both of your hands. You nod in agreement, leaning forward and resting your forehead against head shoulder.

“He’ll sit at the head of the table, with his stupid family. He looks down at everyone as if he’s a god.” You murmured. “I suppose, to them, he is. They worship him.” You spat, angry for the families he’d corrupted, including your own. “Then it’s the “gala”. Which, is actually just an over the top house party.” You concluded, not moving from the warmth your boyfriend was providing. Hongjoong had his arms around you now, his grip tight.

“Alright. So what can’t I do?”

“Swear, get drunk, talk badly to the pastor or his family, eat too fast, eat first, eat to slow, finish eating first, get up and leave the table, leave the sermon, go in any of the roped off rooms, cry, shout, raise your voice, cause a scene, disobey any instructions, and never talk over him.” Your voice grew quieter with every rule you repeated. They had been ingrained into your head for years, forced down your throat, practice choking you. Hongjoong cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. He wiped under your eyes, drying the tears you didn’t know were there.

“You’ve been through so much.” He mumbled, stroking your cheeks lovingly. “You’re away from that now yeah? I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you again.” You nod your head at his promise, sniffling lightly. He smiled, pressing his lips against yours. You kissed back with fervour, your thoughts melting away in an instant. Swiftly, hongjoong pulled you onto his lap, as his lips moved against yours in perfect conjunction. Your hands gripped at his oversized T-shirt, tilting your head and effectively deepening the kiss. Neither of you could pull away, even if your lungs were protesting. The moment was intense, fulled by burning emotions and the realisation that you were finally in control. In control of your own life and your own feelings. You had a choice now. Hongjoong moved back an inch, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he breathed, brown eyes flittering between your eyes and your lips. “You know that right?” Your heart was hammering in your chest, cheeks a deep shade of red. He smiled at your timid nature, kissing your lips a few more times. “You don’t have to say it back, pretty.” He reassured, not an ounce of judgement in his bones. Shaking your head, you gave a teary smile.

“I love you too.” You said, feeling a weight fall off of your shoulders. You’d never seen a man smile so bright, his eyes crinkled in pure joy. He wrapped his arms around you, rolling onto his back and pulling you down on top of him. A cheerful laugh spilled from his lips.

“Say it again?” Hongjoong promoted hopefully, earning a sheepish whine from yourself. “Please?” He begged, allowing you to shuffle into a more comfortable position. You looked down at him, at his doe eyes and expectant expression. Unable to resist, you leant in close and spoke softly.

“I love you.” His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss once again. You giggled against his lips, sinking into him with ease. Saturday definitely seemed more doable all of a sudden.

———

A drilling alarm brought you out of your peaceful slumber on Saturday morning. Hongjoong groaned, quick to turn it off and settle down again. His bare chest pressed to your back as he wound his arms around you.

“It’s so cold.” You complained, basking in the warmth now being supplied to you.

“I know sweetheart.” He nuzzled into the back of your neck. “How about I make us both a hot chocolate whilst we get ready hm?” His offer was tempting, a smile gracing your lips. You nod, disappointed when he got up and left you alone. Hongjoong scoffed at your small whine, pulling on some pants. “I’ll be two minutes.”

When he returned, you were in the bathroom getting washed, he could smell your pumpkin spiced soap. Smiling to himself, Hongjoong got out the new clothes he’d bought you both, remembering fondly how you’d scolded him. But he’d spend every penny on you ,no matter what you said. You emerged from the bathroom, fresh for the day. Glancing up, Hongjoong whistled at your appearance and you felt yourself blush. Before you could hide yourself, your boyfriend crossed the room and placed his hands on your waist. He sighed contently, considering your flushed face for a moment.

“You’re beautiful.” Even after all the months, you were still shy to his compliments. You smiled, catching your lip between your teeth and avoiding eye contact. Hongjoong chuckled, pecking your lips before pulling away and entering the en-suite. You couldn’t help the stupid grin on your face, turning to the outfit he had laid out for you. It was pretty, a white turtleneck, paired with one of the short, pleated skirts you loved so much. That was of course, also white. You’d found some white tights along with basic converse. It was smart yet casual, not looking like you’d done too much. Before getting dressed, you took a few small sips of your hot drink and sighed. Outside, orange leaves were scattered along the damp grass. Bare branches rustling filled you with joy, a reminder of the cosy season. The anxiety you once had for Gala days was no longer present. Instead, you felt comfort in knowing that, at the end of the terrible day ahead, you’d be returning home with Hongjoong. There was no pressure to be perfect and poised. You were going in there with a new confidence. Hongjoong. Setting the mug down, you got yourself dressed and looked in the mirror.

“You look like an angel.” Hongjoong said, slipping from the bathroom and coming to your side. Blushing, you looked back at him and watched as he pulled on his white slacks. Stepping forward, you helped him with the buttons on his dress shirt. He stared down at you lovingly, cupping your cheeks the second you were done. “How are you feeling?”

“On edge, but I’m okay.” You loosely did his tie, straightening up his collar. He thumbed your cheeks softly, searching your (e/c) eyes.

“I’m right here, I’ll punch the pastor if he insults you.” You couldn’t help but laugh, peering up at him with affection. Leaning up, you left a tender kiss on his pierced lips before stepping away.

You arrived to the gathering house just before midday, hongjoong helped you out in surprise.

“You were surprised at the size of my house? This is insane?” He gawked quietly, sizing up the mansion before him. It was a stunning building, with marble stairs leading to a grand entranceway. Of course, everything was white, even the fake flowers and the pots they were in. Humming, you took hold of his hand and began walking forwards.

“Your place feels like a home…unlike this place.” You shivered, noticing other people entering the house. A tall man stood at the door, one you recognised from previous visits. Getting behind a small family, you looked down at the little boy sadly. Even at that young age, he looked drained, probably from his brainwashed parents and the teachings of FaithsKey. Noticing your expression, Hongjoong pulled you into his side his arm holding your waist in comfort. The doorman saw you and raised his brows.

“Ms (y/l/n)? Your parents are already inside. I haven’t seen you in months?” His tone was questioning, buff arms folded tightly over his chest. You just shrugged, signing the form by the door. He wasn’t a terrible person, even so you didn’t want to give him any of your time and pulled your boyfriend inside hastily. Making your way up the centre staircase, the air was filled with the unmistakable scent of sage. The place was barren, colourless and almost prison like.

“It’s silent.” Hongjoong mumbled as you came to the second floor, no one in sight down the long, dull corridor.

“That’s how he likes it.” You muttered back, holding his hand a little tighter as you remembered your way back to the sermon room. “Remember, no talking, no sudden movements. We just sit at the back like we’re ghosts.” Squeezing his hand tighter, you could feel the anxiety creeping back into your mind.

“I know, pretty. I’m right here with you, remember? Just try to block it all out.” Hongjoong reassured, kissing your temple softly as you stopped outside a shut, double door. You nod, taking a deep breath before quietly slipping inside the sermon room. It was almost full, but you found an empty pew right at the back. Hongjoong tucked you into his side protectively, linked fingers resting on his thigh. It was dystopian, watching the people, clad in white gowns finding a seat. They sat like clones, eyes zoned in on the crystal stand at the head of the room. You knew your parents were somewhere in the same room, so close yet so far from you now. All that could be heard was the flickering of wood wicked candles, hushed breaths and fancy shoes finding their places. Even with everyone in white, the room was dark and dreary. After a long five minutes, the doors at the other end of the room opened, and out came the man you hated most. His presence intoxicated the room. By his side, were his son and wife, along with a few disciples. Elder Candace guided his family to the first pews as everyone rose from their seats. Hongjoong held your waist firmly, eyes darting around the room.

“Greetings my beloveds. The new, the faithful, those of you rejoining us-“ the pastor met your eyes for a split second, “-I’m delighted to have you with us on this fine day.” He held his arms out gratefully, veneers on full display. He began to preach, clasping his hands together and bellowing out in the silent room. All around you, his followers listened eagerly, taking in his every word like it was gold. “My children, you take my words now. I am the path to greatness. With me, you shall always be enlightened. You shall always be pure, unadulterated and happy.” It was the same spiel as always, his charisma manipulating the crowd. Your throat bobbed thickly, suddenly you felt very hot. Noticing your discomfort, hongjoong brought you closer, careful not to alert anyone. “I have led many people to glory, shown them the light. With me, I’ll ease all your troubles, reward your faith. Trust me. I have what you need.” A shiver ran down your spine, not liking the sound of that at all. Yet, the people were soaking up every word he said.

Luckily, the sermon passed quickly and people filed out of the room. Hongjoong draped his arm around your shoulders, walking down the hallway with you.

“(Y/n)?” you froze, slowly turning back. There they stood, your parents. Dressed in their best formal wear. Tentatively, your mother took a step closer, yet she didn’t reach out to you. “It’s good to see you.” She continued, voice almost breathless.

“I’m glad you agreed to come.” Your father added, not so subtly looking at the man holding you. You just nod at them, the words stuck in your throat. They walked beside you both, an awkward tension spreading.

“So, who is this?” Your father asked, breaking the silence. Hongjoong looked over, holding his hand out confidently.

“I’m Hongjoong, (y/n)’s boyfriend.” He shook your dad’s hand firmly, sending him a direct message not to upset you further. Your dad faltered slightly, something you hadn’t seen before.

“Well, Hongjoong, you’ll love the food, it’s delicious.” Your mother boasted on the Pastors behalf. He didn’t believe her at all, but nod politely either way.

Entering the dining hall, the brightness caught Hongjoong off guard. The long table was made of glass, surrounded with crushed-velvet, grey chairs. The floors were white tiles, the walls a light grey pattern. From the ceiling hung huge crystal chandeliers. Along the table, were pot plates and shiny silverware, wine glasses with tacky prints. Walking along, you found yours and your “plus one”s name places. Next to your parents and luckily not too close to the host. Hongjoong pulled out your chair, tucking it in once you were sat. He instantly held his hand out for you, to which you held it immediately. Your mother sat on your right, your father by her side. It was silent yet again, the followers putting the white napkins on their white clothes. The pastor took his seat at the head of the table, nodding to a man stood by the door. After a second, waiters entered the room and began to dish out food onto peoples plates carefully. Following this, they came around with decanters. Everyone was poured a glass of a clear, green tinted liquid, except for you. Both your parents and Hongjoong looked confused as your glass was left empty.

“My beloveds, I have provided this nutritious meal out of the goodness of my heart. As I the saviour give you the key to a long, prosperous life.” Everyone clapped at his nonsense, as he raised a glass in toast.

“Thank you. You may converse.” You let out a breath, the room breaking out into idle chatter.

“What’s with the drinks?” Hongjoong questioned.

“It’s grape juice. Not wine.” You confirmed, but he just shook his head.

“No, I mean, you didn’t get anything?”

“I know, I’m not sure why…” you trailed off, trying not to think too much about it. The guests all around you seemed so happy, spooning the food into their mouths with joy. They spoke with glee, eyes alight unnaturally.

Beside you, Hongjoong stared at his plate in dismay. It was a mixture of congealed, beige stuff, not appealing at all.

“What is this?” He asked in a hushed voice, pushing the creamy sludge around his plate.

“Mashed potato’s, with diced anchovies and egg relish.” You watched as his face dropped, lips pursing as he tried to remain unfazed. Your lips twitched as you held in your laughter, leaning onto his shoulder and hugging his arm. “No?”

“No.” He agreed to your unasked question of ‘do you like it?’, moving the food around to make it seem like he’d tried. You chuckled quietly, relaxing when Hongjoong slipped his arm around your waist. He smiled down at you, brushing a few stray strands of your hair back from your face. A hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, cold breath hitting your neck uncomfortably.

“I’m glad to see you again, (y/n).” The pastor grinned menacingly, pouring a deep red liquid into your glass. You were frozen, unable to do or say anything. Hongjoong tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you away from the pastors grip. Their eyes met, and Hongjoong could have killed him with the look he was giving. “No one truly leaves us, (y/n). Welcome home.” With that eerie statement, the pastor walked away. Hongjoong was quick to move the glass away from you.

“Don’t drink that.” He voiced whilst shaking his head. You sighed, placing your head back onto your boyfriend’s chest. Nothing had changed then. At least now you had someone to lean on during the horrific event. “How about tonight we go on a little night drive hm?” A small grin broke onto your face at his mumbled suggestion. “We’ll get any food you want, put on your favourite band and drive for as long as you want.”

“I’d love that.” You felt eyes on you, but didn’t bother look back at your parents, you didn’t need their disapproval on top of everything.

———

Shortly after the meal had been consumed, the beloved pastor directed everyone down a floor. There you were free to roam, anywhere that wasn’t roped off or locked, that is. The lower floor consisted of a showy kitchen, clearly never used, a few living rooms and garden access. You tugged Hongjoong into one of the pallor rooms, knowing it would be fairly empty from your previous visits. Sitting down on one of the hard, leather sofas, he turned to you.

“You did this on your own? For so long, no wonder you were so drained.” He sighed, pulling you into his chest comfortably. You hummed, relaxing against him in a second.

“It’s fine, you took me away from all of this.” You replied with a small smile, toying with the buttons on his shirt. He couldn’t help but grin, petting your hair affectionately.

“Well, I knew I’d fall in love the second I saw you.” His lips pressed against your head tenderly, a blush creeping up your neck. Hongjoong chuckled, stroking your cheek. “You look like a tomato.” You hit his chest.

“Ouch. A cute tomato!” He defended, making you both laugh. Just then, your mother entered the room, a look of relief on her face as she turned back to let your father know she’d found you. They came over, sitting on the sofa directly opposite. Hongjoong pulled you even closer, a subtle gesture that meant so much to you. For a minute, it was silent, an awkward atmosphere in the air. Eventually, your mother sat forward.

“You didn’t touch your food, are you still not eating much?” Her brows furrowed in concern.

“She eats, don’t worry.” Hongjoong responded for you, both your parents looking at him in surprise.

“You live together?” She asked, and you nod a yes. Surprisingly, they seemed okay about it, not what you’d expected at all.

“What do you do for work?” Your father looked at Hongjoong expectantly, yet with no malice.

“I own a studio. I do tattoos and piercings.” He explained proudly, prepared for a horrified reaction, as were you. Except, your father just hummed in response.

“It’s impressive to own your own place so young.” He complimented. Hongjoong looked at him in shock.

“Oh, thank you sir.” Neither of you knew how to take their behaviour. You were used to the yelling and berating, the constant judgement. And, of course, Hongjoong was expecting that too. But they just seemed so different. Turning to your boyfriend, you smiled.

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with you?” He offered with worry. Simpering, you kissed him quickly.

“I’ll be fine I promise.” You got up, heading out of the room and down the dim hall. Everyone you passed were in such high spirits, sipping their grape juice and cackling all the while. It baffled you how much the man could brainwash people.

You used the bathroom quickly, standing at the sink and washing your hands in the hot water. Glancing up, you let out a near scream upon seeing someone behind you in the mirror. It was the Pastors son. When had he come in, you hadn’t heard a thing. When he saw you’d noticed, a grim smirk appeared on his lips.

“Good evening (y/n).” You didn’t reply, turning slowly to face him. He stepped forward, making you move off of the sink and away from him. “What’s the matter? You don’t look so good.”

“What are you doing?” You tried to sound confident, voicing your confusion best you could. All the man did was smile.

“My question still stands.” He said, coming even closer. “We could wed. Oh we’d make a perfect couple.” He boasted, coming so close your back hit the white wall behind you. “We can fix your disgusting aesthetic. Get you to look pure and godly. Just as my father likes.” You shook your head fiercely, but this only annoyed him. “What? You think you’re better than us?”

“No!” You tried, hoping he’d stop but he only drew nearer. “Of course not! But look at me, we’re too different it won’t work.”

“My father can fix you!” He yelled, getting up in your face. His breath reeked of the disgusting meal served earlier.

“I-I don’t need fixing. I’m happy. I have a boyfriend.” Even that knowledge didn’t deter him.

“We can get rid of him. You’ll be happy with me. I’ll show you a real man.” His hands ghosted over your waist, trailing the shape of your body in a way that caused a shiver of fear.

“Now, now Ananias. That’s no way to talk to little (y/n) here is it.” The Pastor slithered into the room like a snake, tutting falsely. You swallowed thickly, back still pressed against the tiles. At least you now knew one of their names. Ananias looked at his father, hands hovering just before your neck.

“But I want her as my wife.”

“And you may, but use more force child. No woman wants a man who can’t handle her.” Your heart began to beat faster than you knew it could. There was no way this could be happening. Surely, with so many people around they wouldn’t, but it looked like they would.

Hongjoong kept his eyes on the door you had left through, feeling every second passing like a sin. Your mother cleared her throat, catching him off guard. When he looked, he found the pair of them looking at him already.

“How did you meet?” She asked, perching on the uncomfortable seat.

“She came in for a lip piercing, and then we went on a date that weekend.” He told her, not scared of any reprimanding he may receive. They looked at each other for a moment before your mum spoke again.

“She left us, one day. Did you take her in?” There was a hint of sadness in her inflection. Still, Hongjoong nod firmly.

“Yes. She lives with me now.” Looking between your parents, his lip twitched slightly. “We even work together. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He grinned, checking the time on his phone. You’d been gone ten minutes and he was getting worried.

“You’re a good man, Hongjoong.” Your dad said suddenly, making the younger man’s eyes widen.

“I can see the love and adoration in your eyes. It’s written all over your face. I’m glad my daughter found you.” He gave Hongjoong an approving nod, a tight-lipped smile nearly coming out. It was like they weren’t at manipulated as you’d described. Perhaps not seeing you had stirred something within them. Snapping out of it, Hongjoong checked the time again and stood abruptly.

“I’m going to find her, excuse me.”

Hongjoong rushed down the hall, vaguely recalling where the bathroom was on his way down. Noticing the door was ajar, he felt his stomach drop and instantly knew something was off. Without a second thought, he barged into the room and immediately saw both the pastor and his son cornering you.

“Get away from her!” He lunged forward, yanking the creepy men off of you and pulling you into his arms quickly. You hugged onto his waist for dear life, trembling slightly from what had almost happened. Feeling you shaking, Hongjoong looked at the Ken with anger.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” He spat, moving to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“Shes become a worthless tool now it seems.” The pastor sighed patronisingly. Hongjoongs eye twitched, and he spun on his heel, his fist connecting with the elders jaw furiously. Ananias gaped, cowering in the corner. Keeping his breathing under control, Hongjoong lead you out of the bathroom, holding you at arms length and checking you over. Seeing your tears almost made him angry again, but his worry ran deeper.

“You’re okay pretty, I’ve got you. Did they touch you?” You shook your head quickly, leaning into his warm hands as he wiped your tears. Hongjoong relaxed at this, hugging you tightly once again. He kissed your temple repeatedly. “We’re leaving. Right now okay?”

“Please..” you pleaded, needing to get out of that stupid house.

“Thank you.” Your mother appeared behind you both, and you looked at her in surprise. Both your parents glanced at you with regret, tears in the woman’s eyes. They had just witnessed all of that. “We’ve been so blind.” She added, choking up with emotion.

“You were right, we’re sorry. Could you forgive us?” Your father almost begged, edging forward. You stopped Hongjoong from scolding them, as you knew he would. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of your parents trying to appear strong.

“Get help.” You started, letting your (e/c) eyes look between them. “Real, professional help. Then I’ll consider it. You really hurt me. But we can try.” They looked at you with a melancholy understanding. Nevertheless, it was a good sign. Hongjoong laced your fingers together, briskly walking past your parents and out of the house. Once in the safety of your car, you let out a long breath. It was all over, finally. You really never had to go back, ever again. you hadn’t even noticed your boyfriend driving off, until you looked out the window to see you were on the motorway.

“Can we get food still?” You mumbled. Hongjoong placed his hand on your thigh as he drove.

“Of course, pretty. We can do anything you like.” You finally smiled, playing with the rings on his fingers calmly. He really was your everything, the light that had brightened up your dark life. When he stopped at a red light, the man leant over, pressing his lips to yours lovingly. “The rest of your life just begun, (y/n).” He smiled, “and it’ll be us until we’re old and grey.” Warmth spread in your chest at the idea of growing old with Hongjoong. Truly, it sounded perfect, like for once, you knew everything would finally work out. As long as he was there with you.

———

[pdflayn]

I HAVE A CONFESSION

charles leclerc x max verstappen

2.2k words

summary: charles leclerc, born and raised in monaco, a mama's boy, raised to worship the man in the cross who saved us from all our sins. and then there's max verstappen, a man who believes nothing but himself and also a good friend of charles and his family. a man who also made charles crumble into pieces by a mere touch.

warnings: (a bit of) smut under the cut ! mentions of alcohol, religion and beliefs, charles is not a racer in this fic, mention of cigarettes.

note: heavily inspired by false god by taylor swift ! for the past few weeks i have been completely obsessed with it and lestappen are my victims with this brainrot of mine.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

It has only been 30 minutes since Charles sat down but it felt like years, it wasn’t always like this. His mind is clouded and distracted. Distracted with the question of who he worships. Is it the man in the cross? Or is it the man who pinned him against the wall of his bedroom last night?

“Charles! We’re over here!” Max screamed, hoping his voice could be heard against the wild crowd of Monaco’s finest club. It was obvious that the Monegasque did not hear his words, Charles was still wandering amongst the crowd, seeking for familiar faces. Max stood up from his seat, telling the rest of their friends he’ll just get Charles from the crowd.

It was loud. All that can be heard is the upbeat sounds coming from the blasting speakers and chatters of random people kissing each other’s faces. But Charles heard something more than the noise, he heard something calm. “There you are, Charlie.”

He felt Max’s hand wrapped around his arm with a smile in his mouth. He can smell the alcohol in his breath, that’s how close they are. He’s not sure if it’s a right feeling knowing damn well he didn’t have a drop of alcohol yet in his system. His heart was racing, his breathing paced with anticipation. “You’re the last one we’re waiting for at the table, let’s go?” Charles could only reply with a nod. His heart is in sync with the beats from the speakers.

"My god, will they ever stop playing Taylor Swift and start playing proper club songs?" Lando asked irritably while holding a beer in his hand. The rest of the group agreed and laughed. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed another bottle of beer as soon as he finished his first. He was annoyed, unable to sit still. He couldn't forget the warmth of Max's touch from a few minutes ago. They are very close friends, having been together since they were kids. But his touch from a moment ago felt different. His stare, his smile, it all felt different for the Monegasque. It wasn’t right, what he was feeling wasn’t right and the blue and red lights from the club hitting the godly face of the Dutch was not helping at all.

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

“That’s your third beer already, you haven’t been here for a while. You good, Leclerc?” Max asked when he noticed Charles grabbing another bottle. Charles replied with a chuckle, “I’m good, this beer just tastes good.”

“Anyone wanna go to the dance floor?” Carlos asked excitedly, holding a beer in his hand and in the other is in Lando’s waist. I wonder what it feels to have Max’s arm wrapped around me, Charles asked in his mind. Quickly tapping himself out of his sinful curiosity. Soon enough the table was empty, it was only Charles left.

Charles and Max. In the same table. Drinking the same beer. Blank stares.

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

Max chugged his bottle of beer and opened a new one. There was an unusual grin on his face. It was only the two of them at the table.

“You know, we actually didn’t think you were gonna come. You were never really the club type of person, Charlie.” Max uttered, trying to break the ice between the two of them. Ever since Max pursued his passion in racing, the only conversations he had with Charles was the good morning’s and good night’s along with the hi’s and hello’s whenever they saw each other in the streets of their homes.

“There wasn’t anything left to do at home so I decided to stop by. It’s not the usual crowd I like but there’s nothing to lose anyway. Plus, it’s free beer, Max. Who says no to that?” Charles leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair, hoping it could ease the tension between him and Max’s stare. He is intimidated, but deep down he loves it. Max noticed Charles’ continuous movements. Charles kept running a hand through his hair, chugging his beer once after every ten seconds, and licking his lips. Max knew it was all because of him. It was an obvious answer, it was only the two of them.

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

“How’s your racing career? Maman always bothers me with the remote, asking me to switch to the channel that shows your race.” It was true. Charles’ mother loves Max dearly and treats him like his own son as well. They would always watch Max’s races especially when he’s free from work. “I’ve been winning races, I think you already know since you watch me drive.”

Charles chuckled, “I do.”

“Do you still serve at the church?” Max asked when he noticed a glimmer from Charles’ chest when the light struck him. Charles held his small cross and shook his head, “I haven’t been able to serve the church for a while now. I’ve been… busy.”

Max couldn’t help but raise a brow with his response. The religious boy missing church, it’s like hearing about the diligent student cutting classes. He thought to himself as he saw Charles hiding his cross inside his shirt.

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

“Charles,” Max called, earning a small hum from Charles. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Charles smiled and nodded. Charles knew he needed to be somewhere quieter, Max knew the younger was already overwhelmed with the loud crowd. Charles was no stranger to Max, he knew him more than one could ever imagine.

Charles took one last sip from his beer and stood to follow Max leaving the club. They sat down in the cold ground of the parking lot, disregarding the thought that there were nearby benches under the trees blowing cold winds. It was awfully quiet, opposite to when they were inside.

“Do you smoke?” Max asked while holding a stick of cigarette in his hand. Charles shook his head and watched as the older lit up the stick and blew smoke from his mouth. Charles never liked the smell of cigarettes, that’s why he didn’t know why he’s suddenly okay with Max smoking. At some point, he might even want Max to blow smoke in his face. “You’re so quiet, Charles. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t know what to say. How could he say that it’s him who’s been bothering him since the moment he laid his hand on his arm without making it awkward? “I’m okay, it’s just a bit cold and I have nothing to say since nothing eventful has happened recently.”

“Then what’s keeping you busy to skip church? You’re one of the most religious people I’ve ever met.” Max asked in a curious tone. Charles didn’t know how to answer that question as well. He’s not himself lately, only Max noticed.

“Max,” Charles called. “Hmm?” Max responded.

“Why don’t you believe in religion?” Charles noticed how Max subtly froze from his sudden question.

“What’s with the sudden question about faith and religion, Charlie?” Max chuckled. Charles was already about to speak again, probably to take back his question but Max spoke first. “I wasn’t exactly raised in a religious family like you. My father is almost never home, my mother is also an atheist, and my sister, well, she’s the religious one in our family but we were never really close. No one really guided me in the religious part in life. And besides, I find comfort in what I can see and understand.”

“But still,” Charles started. “Don’t you feel lost at times?”

Max smiled, “I’d rather be lost than have an unknown entity dictate what’s right and wrong for me.”

“It’s not about dictating what’s right and wrong, it’s more like a guide from what’s right and wrong.” frustration was evident from Charles' voice along with his furrowed forehead. Max dropped his stick and stepped on it to kill the light. He gripped Charles’s arm and made him look at him. He felt the younger flinch within his touch.

“Charles, what’s wrong? Be honest with me, Charlie.” Max placed both of his hands on Charles' shoulder, closing the gap between them. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes. “Max, I-”

“¡Hijos de puta, qué feo su comportamiento!” Both Charles and Max immediately distanced themselves from each other, seeing their friends getting kicked out of the bar, wasted as fuck.

“Ready to go home?” Charles snapped out of his thoughts when his mama tapped his shoulder. The mass had already ended and he didn’t even notice. “I’ll start the car, wait for me in front of the chapel so you wouldn’t need to walk back to the parking lot.” Charles said with a smile as he stood up and made his way outside the chapel. The thing is, he's not headed to the parking lot.

Tipsy. They were both tipsy from all the alcohol they drank. Especially since they decided to continue drinking at Lando’s house after being kicked out of the club. Everyone was already wasted. Charles wanted to be wasted too, but his very high tolerance in alcohol is not helping him. He wanted to drown his thoughts. His sinful thoughts of Max. He keeps on having flashbacks of how Max gripped him and how he sounded when he asked him the simplest question he couldn’t answer.

“That’s enough, Charlie.” Max said as he snatched the beer from Charles hand and moved away all the cans of beer left. Charles groaned, he wanted more. He forcefully grabbed the canned beer in Max’s hand which ended in the worst way possible.

“Fuck!” Max screamed in shock as the cold liquid drenched his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Max stood up and threw the can of beer in the nearest trash bin. Meanwhile, Charles ran a hand through his hair and left a frustrated groan before standing up and leaving the room.

“Charles,” Max called but to his dismay, Charles ignored him and went outside despite also being drenched with the cold beer.

“Charles, what’s wrong? C’mon mate, speak up-”

“For fuck’s sake, leave me alone Max!” Charles snapped. “Everything is wrong! It all started being wrong the moment you came back for good. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, Max. This is so fucking wrong!”

“Cha-”

“Man is created for a woman, a man is not created for another man. I can’t have these kinds of feelings towards you, Max. I can’t. My faith tells me it's wrong, but my heart... my heart is betraying everything I thought I knew.”

Max froze from where he stood. He didn’t exactly know how to react knowing that the person he craves also craves for him but forbids himself because it’s against his religion. So he stepped forward, taking the risk, placing his lips against the lips he craves for.

A slap echoed in Max’s ears. He felt a sting in his cheek as he once again froze from Charles’ actions. “Max,” Charles was supposed to touch the cheek but was stopped by Max’s tight grip on his wrist. Max’s jaws clenched, still feeling the sting from Charles’ slap as he dragged the younger inside to a vacant room.

“Max, I’m sorry.” Charles’ kept on trying to remove his wrist from Max’s grip, “You’re hurting me, Max!”

Charles was dizzy from the alcohol but it wasn't enough to knock him senseless. He was aware of where he was. He was aware of Max's intentions. He knew why he heard the door locked. And he knew damn well it's turning the both of them on.

“It’s funny how it's forbidden for a man to crave a man because your Jesus said so. But isn't your Jesus also a man?” Max whispered in Charles’ ear. Pinning both of his hands on top of his head while the other hand rests on Charles' waist, gripping it from time to time. “And you people worship him so badly, craving for his attention.”

Max stepped an inch closer to Charles, closing the gap between them. Not even air could pass through them. Charles groaned at the friction caused by their hips touching. Max thrusted into Charles' clothed self, making the younger moan and close his eyes. Max placed his free hand on Charles’ chin, making him look up. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

“Look at you, even your eyes crave for me, schatje.” Max buried his head on the younger’s neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks. He can feel his pants getting tighter every time he would hear Charles whimpering against his touch. “Already such a fucking mess for me, sweet one?”

Max freed the younger's hands from being pinned against the wall and slid it down his pants. Charles’ hands immediately found its way to Max’s hair, tugging a handful as he felt Max’s cold hand against his cock.

“You’ve been worshipping the same man for years now, Charlie. Would you go to hell if you'd worship another? Let's say, me?”

“Father, I have something to confess.”

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.