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[squidinu]

mike x robyn scraps

[beachbabey]

“This wet already? And I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirked slipping his fingers in the waistband of your cotton panties, the fabric was clearly saturated and you felt your face flush red. “And have you been touching yourself like I showed you? Stretching yourself out for me?” You nodded meekly. “It… it doesn’t feel the same when I do it” “Don’t sulk, the Lord doesn’t like it when we’re ungrateful.”

This- This entire paragraph your honour

Corrupt Preacher!Rhett x reader

warnings: corruption kink, age gap (Rhett is in his late 30s, reader is of age, early 20s), power dynamic, religious themes, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), p in v penetration, loss of virginity

a/n: pic credit to @h0neyfire ! If any of these themes make you uncomfortable you should not read, this is not written for you and that’s okay. Also I will never be writing smut again I feel so awkward <3 also this is a fully consensual scenario. Also thank you to my love @sebsxphia who listened to me ramble endlessly

“Romans 13:13, Let us behave properly as in the day, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual promiscuity and sensuality, not in strife and jealousy.”

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, toying with the hem of your nightdress as the words of the evening’s sermon rang through your ears. Drowning out the sound of the motel highway and your heart hammering in your chest.

Your fingers threatened to creep further under your nightie as you thought about the way he preached. The fire, the passion, the authority. He had every person who lined the pews in the palm of his hand and he knew it.

He knew he had you kneeling at his feet too. All he’d have to do was ask.

Rhett was a man of God. And you’d never say it out loud in case God could hear you, but he was the godliest man you knew. But he gave you feelings. Feeling you knew you shouldn’t be having about your preacher, never mind as an unwed woman.

You opened the door and padded across the carpet meekly. Kneeling at his feet, knees just brushing the patent leather of his dress shoes, you looked up at him, hands clasped together, eyes wide, as if you were searching for salvation. Salvation only your crooked preacher could give you.

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You sat up on your elbows watching him unbuckle his belt. “Will it hurt?” “Only for a little, but then it’ll feel so good, baby. You trust me don’t you? God would never steer us wrong.” You nodded as he slipped his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Like he was giving communion. His other hand freed him of his jeans and boxers as he kicked them across the room. You swallowed thickly when he removed his hand from your face and pumped his cock a few times. The tip red and already leaking, a smattering of light brown hair trailing down from his stomach, framing it almost.

“This wet already? And I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirked slipping his fingers in the waistband of your cotton panties, the fabric was clearly saturated and you felt your face flush red. “And have you been touching yourself like I showed you? Stretching yourself out for me?” You nodded meekly. “It… it doesn’t feel the same when I do it” “Don’t sulk, the Lord doesn’t like it when we’re ungrateful.”

You gasped as you felt his tip brush through your folds, teasing your hole before wetting your clit with his precum. “Please….” your voice broke as you begged him. What you were begging for was a sin. But you didn’t care. You wanted to give yourself to him wholly. Utterly devout beneath him.

You whimpered as you felt the stretch while he slid himself in, just the tip as first. “Rhett- it’s too- oh my godddd” your back arched as you left crescent marks on his bicep while he went deeper. “Just a little more and it won’t hurt. You’re doing so well. My sweet, sweet girl.”

Usually he’d scold you for taking the lords name in vain. But how could he when he was buried so deep in your tight pussy. The only man who ever has been. You were taking him like you were made for him.

“God took his sweet time on you lamb, made you just for me” he praised, stilling inside you as he pressed chaste kisses to your neck. The tenderness contrasting the roughness as he began snapping his hips. Your body was thrust up the pillow without warning, his body weight fully on top of you. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t breathe or just didn’t want to as the pain absolved into pleasure.

“Don’t you feel good baby? It feels good to give all of yourself to God” Rhett grunted lowly as his hips snapped into you in a sustained rhythm. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey and sex. It smelled like sin. The only sound that could possibly be heard was the sound of skin against skin as Rhett buried himself to the hilt over and ever. Your moans dissolving into each other’s mouth as his tongue ran over your bottom lip.

“Look at me” he gripped your face, fingers slightly digging into your cheeks so you couldn’t break eye contact. “Spit on your fingers. Show me how you touch yourself.” You could tell by his tone that it wasn’t a question. It was a demand. You tried to spit as ladylike as you could. It was a pathetic amount that earned nothing but a disapproving tut as his hand gripped your wrist and you felt him spit on your hand. “Show me. Show me, you deserve this.” Your hips jerked as you drew tight circles over your bundle of nerves. It provided you friction you didn’t even know you were craving. All while Rhett was pounding into you. “Atta girl.” He took your other hand in his and pressed it to the bottom of your stomach. Feeling the bulge of his cock inside you only made you rub yourself harder. The tight circles got sloppier as you started to give in to the pleasure washing over you, your legs tightening around him, pressing your heel into his back as you tried to get him deeper.

“I can’t- I’m gonna- Rhett please I need to cum. Can I cum?” “You know how to ask.” “Please Pastor Abbott, I’ve been a good girl. Let me cum for you?” Rhett imagined that’s what he’d hear at the pearly gates. Not that he was going there. But to hear you whine and beg was worth a lifetime of unabsolved sin. The grunt caught in his throat as he tried to regain composure. “Cum around my cock angel, show me how good it feels to serve me and the Lord.” His name fell from your lips repeatedly, like a sweet prayer. The same way it did when he had you spread on his desk, or in the confession booth, touching yourself. The thought was sending him over the edge and he found himself closer than he realised. “I’m gonna fill you up baby, gonna cum inside you and watch it drip out. Are you gonna be a good girl and take it? Show me what a good little wife you’d make.”

Rhett knew you were both playing fast and loose but neither of you cared. You definitely didn’t care when you felt him fill you up. His grunts turned to whines as you felt him pulse, giving you every last drop. Rhett knew from the blissed out look on your face that this may be the first but it wasn’t the last time you’d let him have you like this. He pressed his forehead to you as he slid out. Lips just brushing over yours.

He raised his head to meet the crucifix on the wall above the bed, his cum dripping out of you, “Lord, consider my affliction and my trouble, and forgive all my sins.”

[eightyfours]

♡ Daniel & The Girls ♡

The Karate Kid (1984-1989) dir. John G. Avildsen

[moonmeg]

Every yapper needs their unconditional listener

[rosie-tyler]

Daniel LaRusso & Jessica Andrews

Requested by anonymous

[buttercup-barf]

Me when the most precious person to me, my only family, is actively putting themself in danger, all because of their stubborn refusal to see that my way is the right way.

[messrsrarchives]

i've spent a lot of the past 24 hours talking to various trans people in the fandom that reposted or dmed me about this video and i'm gonna yap here under the cut about it.

(i'm not a spokesperson for trans people obviously, and i don't mean to lead these discussions. i know i've had a lot of them recently but yeah it's been rough, i just thought this was interesting to share and can hopefully share a lil of how people are feeling.)

i've always assumed that the hate that i've received on my account was because of me? i post videos talking about discourses, i'm open about ships i like that are generally hated, etc etc, i've just assumed it was a me thing.

but then when people are mad about those things, it more often than not comes to slurs. it's come to people debating my identity, questioning how much of a man i am when i wear makeup, posting me on reddit pages, throwing the words tranny and "she-man" around farrr too much, and i thought "isn't it heartbreaking that this is their first thought?"

so it gradually became less about me as an individual, and instead my identity. and just that these people are mean.

and i made that video from the perspective of someone who's already upset. who's had a lot of stuff like this happen and is Sad about it.

but i've spoken to 47 trans people that reached out to me themselves about this, and have so many more requests to get through, and not one has said that they feel safe and comfortable in this space. not a single one.

so i thought i'd share some of the things that were said (with permission and anonymously) because i think it's quite interesting to see what the issues are:

the MOST mentions goes toooo: the discourse about male characters - namely sirius - wearing makeup and the way gender norms become the forefront of this - makes them feel as though people dislike "unconventional trans people" as one person put it.

alongside this, the hate for trans characters - namely regulus - and how people get very mad about it "reinforcing heterosexuality" - do not feel recognised as the gender they are, feel as though people are viewing trans people as "fake men or women" - quote.

discourses surrounding height, hair, 'gender presentations' etc - brought up by a lot of people and they recognised that this is coming from a good place (not reinforcing heterosexuality) but feel as though the amount of focus put on it is disproportionate to the presence of it. copy and pasted quote: "I'm a 5 foot 2 trans man and feel like less of a man because of it"

profitting jkr: (obviously, because that's what the video was about) i want to add that nearly everyone said that they understand the desire to, and were receptive of the fact you don't know what goes on behind the scenes re: donating elsewhere etc, but said that they've felt less safe since the surge of posts about the reboot.

guilt. which makes me glad that i posted about that here a few days ago because i felt alone in this. a lot of the people i spoke to feel guilty for being here, and feel as though they can't claim that this fandom is inclusive anymore.

comment sections: brought up by a handful of people who said that not enough people delete horrible comments on posts - one said "even if they argue against them it just feels worse than deleting it", another said "obvs i can't ask people to delete them on their own account but it does suck that they dont think to" - every person that brought up comment sections said that they tend not to look at them now which makes them feel like an outsider in the fandom.

cosplays: brought up by four people and feels relevant to above points about "gender presentation" - said that unless you're cosplaying sirius, they nearly always have to delete comments saying something along the lines of "xyz wouldn't wear makeup". all of them said that they just feel nice in it and never meant it in a bad way.

scared to be loud: scared to post, especially with face. a few acknowledged that they are scared to do so anyway, but worry about it in this space as well. bolded this one because it makes me so sad, but having been put on reddit pages for saying pete was their friend, i get it.

and the final point, a copy and pasted line: "i dont want to be represented when it suits them and i don't want to be a box they tick when adding diversity to a fic and then cry in comments. i dont want performative support"

ALSO ADDING HERE:

nearly everyone (bar 7 people) that reached out to me acknowledged that this is a minority, and not the majority. they were very clear that it isn't their whole experience, but is an issue regardless. a lot of focus was put on curating your own space and finding people who do support you, but algorithms don't always make that possible, and it's difficult seeing it happen even if they don't interact.

which is,,, yeah. that's the crux of it really. most of the time it's fine and it's lovely and things like this don't happen, but they still do, and how do you feel like you can engage when you don't know what side it will get on?

which,,, sucks. because there's not really anything anyone can do then. it's just screaming into a void and hoping that you don't end up on the wrong sides.

but anyway, i thought it was interesting. especially the comment sections and the headcanon discourse - which truly, i see less of on tumblr anyway but for all of the above reasons, don't fancy discussing this on tiktok right now which is the epicentre of it.

but yeah. food for thought perchance, and some very good discussions !! thank you to anyone that messaged me and allowed me to write this, you're not screaming into a void with me 🫶🏻

[theholmwoodfoundation]

THE HOLMWOOD FOUNDATION SUPPORTING CAST

Announcing our wonderful supporting cast, hopefully to appear in Season One if we reach our Kickstarter goal!

Please welcome to the team:

Basil Waite as Thomas Van Helsing

Michelle Kelly as Henri Martin

Jackie Calistahhh as Elena

Robyn Holdaway as CAM

David Ault as Dr Timothy Lake

Karim Kronfli as Dave

Candace McAfee as Magdalena Swift

and

Andrew Biss as Jonathan Harker 3rd

As always, you can listen to our pilot episode now for free at the link below. And please donate to our Kickstarter for Season One, if you're able!

[miicycle]

I think a lot about the way Dreamworks animates the expressions of the heroes whenever the villain is defeated. Especially when the defeat involves death. They don't enjoy harming others, they either never intend for the outcome, or had to make a splitsecond choice, and it shows in their expressions everytime. Exhibit A

They're not at all happy with this outcome are you seeing this shit man. Like yeah pitch black was just darkness and fear, but Jack frost for one surely didn't want death to be the only way.

Exhibit B

He's fucking happy he survived but he's also regretting having had to take a life just there. He had to choose so fast while falling, and that was all he could think of.

Exhibit C (my fucking favourite)

THIS IS THE BEST ONE

THE REMORSE THE SADNESS THE WAY HE'S 100% ONLY MOVING DEFENSIVELY THE REGRET AFTER LIKE MAN HE'S NEVER SEEN SUCH RAGE AND HE KNEW IT STEMMED FROM SADNESS AND HURT AND HE EVEN TALKED TO SHEN BEFORE SHEN'S OUTBURST. HE DIDN'T EVEN THINK FOR A MOMENT THAT THERE WOULD EVEN BE A CONTINUATION OF THEIR BATTLE. HE DOESN'T WANT TO FIGHT AT ALL NOW THATEVERYTHING'S SETTLED. AND SHEN ENDED UP DYING OUT OF HIS OWN PRIDE AND RAGE, BRINGING HIS OWN DOOM. AND PO CLEARLY WISHED HE COULD'VE DONE MORE GRRR ARGHH RAAA

[robynostornwyn]

Send 🕺🏻 to see them dancing.

Listen, Robyn is great at many things...dancing just doesn't happen to be one of them. But hey, at least she is having fun

She would get along with certain other savior of the universe ;)

[mortimerdreadnaught]

[beachbabey]

I read "soft little grunts escape his mouth and he whines your name like a sweet prayer when he comes" and blacked out HELP-

No thoughts just major major being so obsessed with you that he jerks off with your panties like a dirty little perv

robyn, baby, i love you and your beautiful brain sm!!!! come here and lemme give you the biggest smooch!!!!!!

i get the vibes that major major can be a real dirty little perv. he’s a power bottom and with that comes the desire and obsession with you. he’s obsessed with you and your body and how you use him to get yourself off, which translates to filthy fantasies of his.

you’ve played out fantasies of touching yourself in your bedroom and major major looking through the keyhole, jerking himself off outside the door. you’ve put your little lace panties in his mouth while you ride him and he gets off on both feeling your cunt around him and tasting you on the fragile material.

you caught him on multiple occasions jerking himself off with your panties in his hand or stuffed in his mouth, so when he got the promotion to major and he wrote to you telling you he had a whole office to himself, you sent him a pair of your lace panties that you wore for three days straight and touched yourself in. on top of that, you also sent him a pair of your sheer stockings. now he had the space, why not send him his two favorite items of underwear?

you want to know why he doesn’t let people in his office? because he’s stretched back in his chair, thighs spread and fisting his cock over his khaki trousers. your sheer stockings are draped over his base. the feeling of the soft material rubbing against his balls reminds him of when you’d ride his thigh and he could feel them brush over his flesh.

he feels so dirty doing this in public where any other major or general could walk in to see him stuffing his cock with his wife’s underwear like a dirty little perv. but that’s what gets him off.

your panties are stuffed in his hand and they run up and over his length as he jerks himself off. soft little grunts escape his mouth and he whines your name like a sweet prayer when he comes. he’ll make sure to spill his spend into the lace panties a couple of times before sending them back to you.

thank you so, so much for this insane thot my love!! i’ve been waiting for this one, turn it up!!!! 💌💖

[appleciderjulie]

KEYCHAIN DESIGNS OF MY LITTLE GOOBERS <3

[moonmeg]

A friend and companion for life ♡

[morelikesin]

I'm sure he'll worry that some wires might get crossed; And it will separate me from my baby mine; Then some other gal will win him and my game is lost; And so each day I shout along the line,

Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal,

Send me a kiss by wire,

Baby my heart's on fire;

If you refuse me, honey, you'll lose me,

Then you'll be left alone; oh baby,

Telephone,

And tell me I'm your own;

Hello, hello!

[buckys-estrella]

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ROBYN????

that’s it, I’m buying a vibrator, brb🏃‍♀️

I’m genuinely so upset that all this Lewis content is dropping while I’m ovulating bc I’m literally too horny to think straight😭

Ovulation buddies!

I have only thought with my 🐱 the last 2 days and it is detrimental

Anyways!